Humans' ravishing souls ever loll
And pity, which their names do enroll
Is prettier than death- -
To mark where their follies lie,
Judgement conveys the machine
Of grinding;
'Tis Court, the machine,
Ever the highest creation from human thought,
Ever do well opine;
Sin is sin,
One who did attain
Was grinded as a pie.
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