Fons Lachrymarum or a fountain of tears: From whence doth flow Englands Complaint, Jeremiahs Lamentations paraphras'd with Divine Meditations and an elegy Upon that Son of Valor Sir Charles Lucas. Written by John Quarles |
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Meditat. 25.
Man's like a house, whose outward beauty mayYield pleasure to the eye; If we survay
The inward rooms, there we may find enough
Of untrim'd natures sluttish houshold-stuff.
Would'st thou be fair within (O man,) and neat,
Turn but thy inside out, thou'lt be compleat.
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