"Behold the ymage of mortalitie, And feeble nature cloth'd with fleshly tyre When raging passion with fierce tyranny Robs reason of her dew regalitie, And makes it seruaunt to her basest part, The strong it weakens with infirmitie: And with bold furie armes the weakest hart; The strong through pleasure soonest falles, the weake through smart."
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Behold the image of mortality, And feeble nature clothed with fleshly tire, When raging passion with fierce tyranny Robs reason of her due regality, And makes it servant to her basest part: The strong it weakens with infirmity, And with bold fury arms the weakest heart; The strong through pleasure soonest falls, the weak through smart. — Bk. II, Canto I, stanza 57
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