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Boetius. Libr. 3. Metr. 10.
Come, hither come (poor Captives) you whose minds
With dust (cast in your eyes) Lust cheating blinds,
And to base earth with willing fetters binds:
With dust (cast in your eyes) Lust cheating blinds,
And to base earth with willing fetters binds:
Come weary souls, here rest, here quiet bide,
Come, anchor, here's your Port, here safely ride:
Your guilt in this close Sanctuary hide.
Come, anchor, here's your Port, here safely ride:
Your guilt in this close Sanctuary hide.
Nor Golden Tagus, nor bright He[r]mus streams,
Nor India's self, whose womb Sols hotter beams
Fill with rich seed, red, white, green glittering gems,
Nor India's self, whose womb Sols hotter beams
Fill with rich seed, red, white, green glittering gems,
No sparkling Pearls your quenched snuff can tine:
The more ye cleave to their deceitful shine,
The more y' are buried in their Dungeon mine.
The more ye cleave to their deceitful shine,
The more y' are buried in their Dungeon mine.
Their glistering rayes, which kindle fond desire,
Are earthly, and beget but fatuous fire;
Shine but in night: they rise, and set in mire.
Are earthly, and beget but fatuous fire;
Shine but in night: they rise, and set in mire.
But this Eternal Sun (whose splendour bright
Rules, quickens all, gives you both life, and light)
The eye that wistly views with fixed sight,
Will swear the Starrs, the Moon, the Sun it self is night.
Rules, quickens all, gives you both life, and light)
The eye that wistly views with fixed sight,
Will swear the Starrs, the Moon, the Sun it self is night.
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