Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde, Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure Short of His can and body; must I find A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?
I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it.
Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.
A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold.
In war, hunting, and love, men for one pleasure a thousand griefes prove.
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