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On one cured of the Stone.
Ovr first Originall from stones we drew,Ere since Deucalion and old Pyrrha threw
Stones into men, and since by a defect
In Nature, and the sins we daily act,
We hatch that in us, which declares to all,
We something of our first Originall
Still treasure up, which is preserv'd within
The caverns of the Lungs, or Reins, and in
The circuit of the Bladder, which we try
To crush, by each approved remedy,
Which peradventure scatters it, yet still
We leave untoucht the root that fed this ill,
We may the stone i'th Bladder cure, tis true,
And that that grates upon the Reins subdue;
But yet no Oyle, no Antidote, or Art,
But only Grace, can cure the stone i'th Heart.
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