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INCONSTANCY.
1.
Ah me! how soon my Soul takes VVing and FliesAt ev'ry thing she spies,
Some Impress ev'ry Object makes upon
My Soft Affection.
Sometimes I Relish Heavenly Manna, then
I lose my Tast, and turn to Husks agen.
2.
The Dainties of this World I'd fain enjoy,But Tasted, straight they Cloy.
Sometimes Good Conscience bids me be a Guest
At her Continual Feast:
VVith her I find Content; but straight I'm gone,
Call'd out to Speak with some Temptation.
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3.
Satan Bewtiches me: I cannot Stirre,Though I'm Uneasie here.
I know 'tis pleasant to do well, but still
I covet to do ill.
My Actions are Themselves the Pain they merit;
My Thoughts are all Vexation of Spirit.
O My BELOVED, that my soul might be
More Constant unto Thee.
O that my Brest had Vestal Flames! that I
Might love Continually:
Lord open thou mine Eyes, that I may see
Thy Glorious Face, Ile look on nought but Thee.
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