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XII.
On the Cultivation of the Heart[32]
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When the rice hath spring up, the husbandman
transplanteth it into a field
newly cleared:
And soon after by introducing a limpid water, he seeth in this green inundated field, the image of a clear sky.
Our heart is the field: it hath its attire and riches, when the passions are pure and regular.
The sure means of attaining a state of perfection, and a sign that we advance towards it, is not to be conceited, and boast we have attained to it.
And soon after by introducing a limpid water, he seeth in this green inundated field, the image of a clear sky.
Our heart is the field: it hath its attire and riches, when the passions are pure and regular.
The sure means of attaining a state of perfection, and a sign that we advance towards it, is not to be conceited, and boast we have attained to it.
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