A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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Tha.Db to the humAn heart by which we liYe,
Thanka to ita tenderne., ita joyw, and fe&r~~,
To me t.ha meanest ftower Uat blow. eau give
Thougbta that do oft.en lie too deep (or tean.
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0 tOWO!l.lln' poor man I what doet thou beat"
Loelt'd up within the caaket of thy breaat 1
What jewela, and what ricbee baat thou there t
What heavenly treaaure in eo wMk a chest 1
Look tn thy soul, and thou shalt beauties find,
Like those which drown'd Narci•u• in the tlood ;
Honour and pleaaure both are in thy mind,
And all that In the world ia counted good.
Think of h~r worth, and think that God did m~,
Thi.e worthy mind should worthy things e.mbrace;
Blot not her beautiea with thy thoughts unclean,
N or her dishonour with thy pMsion base.
Kill not her quiclt'ninl{ power with eurfeitings :
Mar not her aenae w1th eenauality:
Cut not her wit on idle things:
.Make not her free-willalave to .auity.
And when thou think'et of her eternity,
Think not that death againat her nature i.e ;
Think it a birth : and when thou go'at to die,
Sing like a swan, &a if thou went' at to bliaa.
And thou my eoul which turn'et with curioua eye,
To Tiew the beams of thine own form divine,
Know
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that thou canst know nothing perfectly,
While thou art clothed with this tleAh of mine.
Take heed of overweening, and compare
Thy peacock's feet with thy gAy peaeoclt'a train ;
Study the beet and higbeat tblnga that are,
But of tbyael£ an humble thought retain.
Cast down tbyaelf, and only strive to raiae
The glory of thy Maker'• aacred name :
Uae all thy powera, that bleaed power to praiae,
Which givee thee power to be, and nee the IllUDe.
D.&.vms.
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