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20. On Mans heart.
Nature presents my heart in Ore;Faire civill cariage gilds it o're;
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With a pleas'd eye, he brings to gold:
Thus chang'd, the Temple Ballance weighs it;
If drosse remaine, the Touch bewrayes it;
Afflictions Furnace, then refines it;
Gods holy Spirit stamps and coynes it:
No Coyne so currant; it will goe
For the best Wares, that Heav'n can show.
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