But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.

When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat yet, fool'd by hope, men favour the deceit

When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat. Yet, fooled by hope, men favour the deceit; trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: to-morrow's falser than the former day.

It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein men find pleasure to be deceived.

The angel answer'd, "Nay, said soul; go higher! To be deceived in your true heart's desire Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!"

He seemed For dignity compos'd and high exploit: But all was false and hollow.