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Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks.

And the strong lance of Justice hurtless breaks.

Mar.   Would I had been so happy when I Married, But to have met an honest Man like thee, For I am sure thou art good, I know thou art honest, A hansome hurtless man, a loving man, Though never a penny with him; and those eyes, That face, and that true heart; weare this for my sake, And when thou think'st upon me pity me: I am cast away.

Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm, it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.

The world's scornful darts fall hurtless upon the shield of him, armed by parental hand for life's battle with the weapons of idealism.