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[66] Conversion
Gold is the chiefest labour of the sunne:Gemmes are his artifice: His beames intrude
Upon the darke Abysse, and Mansion
Of the blind subterraneous multitude,
Whereby his pow'r is shew'd.
But true Conversion doth transcend the starres,
Where it creates such joyes, that Gemmes, and Gold
Compar'd with these, are vitiated wares,
Thus Pious Soules more vertues doe infold,
Then this great light doth hold:
And him in force excell,
As farre as Heaven doth Hell.
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