Silex Scintillans or Sacred Poems and Priuate Eiaculations: By Henry Vaughan |
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[Sure, there's a tye of Bodyes! and as they] |
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[Sure, there's a tye of Bodyes! and as they]
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Sure, there's a tye of Bodyes! and as theyDissolve (with it,) to Clay,
Love languisheth, and memory doth rust
O'r-cast with that cold dust;
For things thus Center'd, without Beames, or Action
Nor give, nor take Contaction,
And man is such a Marygold, these fled,
That shuts, and hangs the head.
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Absents within the Line Conspire, and SenseThings distant doth unite,
Herbs sleep unto the East, and some fowles thence
Watch the Returns of light;
But hearts are not so kind: false, short delights
Tell us the world is brave,
And wrap us in Imaginary flights
Wide of a faithfull grave;
Thus Lazarus was carried out of town;
For 'tis our foes chief art
By distance all good objects first to drown,
And then besiege the heart.
But I will be my own Deaths-head; and though
The flatt'rer say, I live,
Because Incertainties we cannot know
Be sure, not to believe.
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