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In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men.
In delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
In the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;
Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him good.
It is their husbands' faults,
If wives do fall.