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The Fallacy of the outward Man.
Are we awake, or doe our Eyes
Onely with th' Gloworm sympathise,
To light the Pismire to his bed,
When it through toil and labour's wearied?
Onely with th' Gloworm sympathise,
To light the Pismire to his bed,
When it through toil and labour's wearied?
Doth not the Bank of Moss appear
Crispt up in Moon-shine far more clear;
When Argus-ey'd with many a Mite,
It waits upon the Goddess of the Night?
Crispt up in Moon-shine far more clear;
When Argus-ey'd with many a Mite,
It waits upon the Goddess of the Night?
Have not the wanton Fairie-Elves
Their Torch-bearers, Light as themselves,
That with our Fancies sport and play,
Untill they lead us quite out of the way?
Their Torch-bearers, Light as themselves,
That with our Fancies sport and play,
Untill they lead us quite out of the way?
Cannot a Spangle, Pin, or Bead,
By Candle-light, int' Error lead;
And representing Treasure, claime
A stooping to the Mat or Bord for th' same?
By Candle-light, int' Error lead;
And representing Treasure, claime
A stooping to the Mat or Bord for th' same?
'Tis from no other, but from hence
That whilst alone with th' outward sence
We doe behold, and not with th' Minde,
We are asleep, or we are blinde.
That whilst alone with th' outward sence
We doe behold, and not with th' Minde,
We are asleep, or we are blinde.
Awake and See: Let Sin no more
Lock up the Window and the Dore
To thy fair apprehension (Soul,)
But let its own allurements give Controul.
Lock up the Window and the Dore
To thy fair apprehension (Soul,)
But let its own allurements give Controul.
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Let this false treasure, vapour, spark
Of candid dew, shine in the Dark,
And the Bejewel'd worm Eschew
The morn, lest that her Diamonds prove untrue.
Of candid dew, shine in the Dark,
And the Bejewel'd worm Eschew
The morn, lest that her Diamonds prove untrue.
But Let Thy Lustre Foyl-less be,
And so present the Day to thee:
Let Sparks of Grace, and Truths light steer
Thee to Contemplate Thy Lord Treasurer.
And so present the Day to thee:
Let Sparks of Grace, and Truths light steer
Thee to Contemplate Thy Lord Treasurer.
Who not on Bords or Mats did lie,
But did Install Humility:
Whilst in the Chambers of the Inn
One spies a Bead, an Other sees a Pinn.
But did Install Humility:
Whilst in the Chambers of the Inn
One spies a Bead, an Other sees a Pinn.
He is that Light which doth convay
All wise men to th' eternall Day,
Whilst Fools by false Illusions fire,
As in the Dark slip into Dirt and Mire.
All wise men to th' eternall Day,
Whilst Fools by false Illusions fire,
As in the Dark slip into Dirt and Mire.
'Twas He alone; whose wounded side
And Hands and Feet are glorifide,
Whilst Potentates with Jewels hung,
But Barren Moss-banks are, and filthy dung.
And Hands and Feet are glorifide,
Whilst Potentates with Jewels hung,
But Barren Moss-banks are, and filthy dung.
No sweat, no Travail, grief nor Pain,
Did His Love Shun, to win again
Thee that wer't Lost: His Mercies Shon
Far above th' Glance of Truest Diamon'.
Did His Love Shun, to win again
Thee that wer't Lost: His Mercies Shon
Far above th' Glance of Truest Diamon'.
Wherefore if Thou mak'st use of this
Worms Love to Raise thy thoughts to His;
If with Industrious Care Thou bring
Home to thy self His suffering;
Worms Love to Raise thy thoughts to His;
If with Industrious Care Thou bring
Home to thy self His suffering;
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If by reflection thou return,
Sighings unfeign'd, for sighes, and burn
In Zeal: no Falsifi'd delight
Can e'r deprive thee of thy sight.
But with the eye of Faith thou Maist behold
A Crown Immortall priz'd 'bove purest Gold.
Sighings unfeign'd, for sighes, and burn
In Zeal: no Falsifi'd delight
Can e'r deprive thee of thy sight.
But with the eye of Faith thou Maist behold
A Crown Immortall priz'd 'bove purest Gold.
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