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What is this world, a net to snare the soule
Quote byGeorge Whetstone · 1544–1587
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: What is this world? A net to snare the soul, A mass of sin, a desert of deceit, A moment's joy, an age of wretched dole, A lure from grace, for flesh a loathsome bait: Unto the mind a canker-worm of care, Unsure, unjust, in rend'ring man his share..
English (original)
What is this world, a net to snare the soule, A masse of sinne, a desart of deceipt, A momentes ioy, an age of wrecched dole: A lure from grace, for flesh a lothsome baite, Unto the minde a canker worme of care, Unsure, uniust, in rendring man his share.
— George Whetstone
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