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[5] Resolution
Man's destin'd for eternall blisse, or paine;
And shall wee for a momentaneous blast
Of secular delights, neclect to gaine
Beatitude, which shall for ever last?
Let Man from guilty joyes refraine,
And of forbidden apples feare to taste;
For though the fruite may seeme faire to the eye
A serpent hid beneath the leaves doth lye./
And shall wee for a momentaneous blast
Of secular delights, neclect to gaine
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Let Man from guilty joyes refraine,
And of forbidden apples feare to taste;
For though the fruite may seeme faire to the eye
A serpent hid beneath the leaves doth lye./
A short life, and a merry many wish:
But for eternity is my desire,
I am a volatile, and not a fish,
Which from his drinke sequester'd doth expire:
I dote not on a cup, or dish:
My hopes are level'd for a marke that's higher,
Short, or long, sweet, or sowre, let this life bee
I care not (Lord) so I may live with Thee./
But for eternity is my desire,
I am a volatile, and not a fish,
Which from his drinke sequester'd doth expire:
I dote not on a cup, or dish:
My hopes are level'd for a marke that's higher,
Short, or long, sweet, or sowre, let this life bee
I care not (Lord) so I may live with Thee./
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