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No pleasure to the pleasure of the Spirit.
Two
Ioyes there are, whereof, the one is not;
of Flesh the one, that other of the Spirit:
The Spirits ioy is reall, actiue, hot;
but, that of flesh, is vaine, cold, dull and light.
of Flesh the one, that other of the Spirit:
The Spirits ioy is reall, actiue, hot;
but, that of flesh, is vaine, cold, dull and light.
How then can they be two, if but one Be?
one is; but is, but meerely in Conceit:
Which in Conceit, is forgde by Fantazie;
and whatsoe'er is forgde, is but deceit.
one is; but is, but meerely in Conceit:
Which in Conceit, is forgde by Fantazie;
and whatsoe'er is forgde, is but deceit.
Yet in this meere deceit, most men conceiue
most pleasure to consist; and, it to buy,
They most essentiall perfect pleasures giue:
so, make their Iudgement giue their Sense the lye:
For, Sense could neuer tell, by her Receit,
That such Ioy Is, that is but in conceit.
most pleasure to consist; and, it to buy,
They most essentiall perfect pleasures giue:
so, make their Iudgement giue their Sense the lye:
For, Sense could neuer tell, by her Receit,
That such Ioy Is, that is but in conceit.
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