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11. On the pouring out of our hearts.
Tis easy to poure in: But few, I doubt,Attaine that curious Art, of pouring out:
Som poure their hearts, like oyle; that there resides
An unctious substance, still, about the sides:
Others, like Wine; which, though the substance passe,
Does leave a kinde of savour in the Glasse;
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Though neither Substance, nor the sent remaines:
How shal we poure them, then; that smel, nor matter,
Nor colour stay? Poure out your hearts like water.
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