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Here lyes the doubt now, let our Playes be good, Our own care sailing equall in this Flood; Our preparations new, new our Attire, Yet here we are becalmed still, still i’ th’ mire, Here we stick fast; Is there no way to clear This passage of your judgement, and our fear, No mitigation of that law? Brave friends, Consider we are yours, made for your ends, And every thing preserves it self, each will If not perverse, and crooked, utter still The best of that it ventures in: have care Ev’n for your pleasures sake, of what we are, And do not ruine all, You may frown still, But ’tis the nobler way, to check the will.