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Chance Is A Second Master.

The World, And Whatever That Be Which We Call The Heavens, By The Vault Of Which All Things Are Enclosed, We Must Conceive To Be A Deity, To Be Eternal, Without Bounds, Neither Created Nor Subject At Any Time To Destruction. To Inquire What Is Beyond It Is No Concern Of Man; Nor Can The Human Mind Form Any Conjecture Concerning It.

Many Other Means There Be, That Promise The Foreknowledge Of Things To Come: Besides The Raising Up And Conjuring Of Ghosts Departed, The Conference Also With Familiars And Spirits Infernal. And All These Were Found Out In Our Days, To Be No Better Than Vanities And False Illusions.

There Is An Herb Named In Latine Convolvulus (i.e. With Wind), Growing Among Shrubs And Bushes, With Carrieth A Flower Not Unlike To This Lilly, Save That It Yeeldeth No Smell Nor Hath Those Chives Within; For Whitenesse They Resemble One Another Very Much, As If Nature In Making This Floure Were A Learning And Trying Her Skill How To Frame The Lilly Indeed.

The Lust Of Avarice As So Totally Seized Upon Mankind That Their Wealth Seems Rather To Possess Them Than They Possess Their Wealth.