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Wee falsely think it due unto our friends	A
That we should grieve for their too early ends	A
He that surveys the world with serious eys	A
And stripps Her from her grosse and weak disguise	A
Shall find 'tis injury to mourn their fate	B
He only dy's untimely who dy's Late	B
For if 'twere told to children in the womb	C
To what a stage of mischief they must come	D
Could they foresee with how much toile and sweat	E
Men court that Guilded nothing being Great	B
What paines they take not to be what they seem	F
Rating their blisse by others false esteem	F
And sacrificing their content to be	G
Guilty of grave and serious Vanity	G
How each condition hath its proper Thorns	A
And what one man admires another Scorns	A
How frequently their happiness they misse	A
And so farre from agreeing what it is	A
That the same Person we can hardly find	H
Who is an houre together in a mind	H
Sure they would beg a period of their breath	I
And what we call their birth would count their Death	I
Mankind is mad for none can live alone	J
Because their joys stand by comparison	K
And yet they quarrell at Society	G
And strive to kill they know not whom nor why	L
We all live by mistake delight in Dreames	A
Lost to ourselves and dwelling in extreames	A
Rejecting what we have though ne're so good	M
And prizing what we never understood	M
compar'd to our boystrous inconstancy	A
Tempests are calme and discords harmony	A
Hence we reverse the world and yet do find	H
The God that made can hardly please our mind	H
We live by chance and slip into Events	A
Have all of Beasts except their Innocence	A
The soule which no man's pow'r can reach a thing	N
That makes each women Man each man a King	N
Doth so much loose and from its height so fall	O
That some content to have no Soule at all	O
Tis either not observ'd or at the best	P
By passion fought withall by sin deprest	P
Freedome of will god's image is forgot	P
And if we know it we improve it not	P
Our thoughts thou nothing can be more our own	J
Are still unguided verry seldom known	J
Time 'scapes our hands as water in a Sieve	Q
We come to dy ere we begin to Live	R
Truth the most suitable and noble Prize	A
Food of our spirits yet neglected ly's	A
Errours and shaddows ar our choice and we	A
Ow our perdition to our Own decree	A
If we search Truth we make it more obscure	S
And when it shines we can't the Light endure	S
For most men who plod on and eat and drink	T
Have nothing less their business then to think	T
And those few that enquire how small a share	U
Of Truth they fine how dark their notions are	V
That serious evenness that calmes the Brest	P
And in a Tempest can bestow a rest	P
We either not attempt or elce sic decline	W
By every triffle snatch'd from our design	W
Others he must in his deceits involve	X
Who is not true unto his own resolve	X
We govern not our selves but loose the reins	A
Courting our bondage to a thousand chains	A
And with as man slaverys content	P
As there are Tyrants ready to Torment	P
We live upon a Rack extended still	Y
To one extreme or both but always ill	Y
For since our fortune is not understood	P
We suffer less from bad then from the good	P
The sting is better drest and longer lasts	A
As surfeits are more dangerous than fasts	A
And to compleat the misery to us	A
We see extreames are still contiguous	A
And as we run so fast from what we hate	P
Like Squibs on ropes to know no middle state	P
So outward storms strengthen'd by us we find	P
Our fortune as disordred as our mind	P
But that's excus'd by this it doth its part	P
A treacherous world befits a treacherous heart	P
All ill's our own the outward storms we loath	Z
Receive from us their birth or sting or both	Z
And that our Vanity be past a doubt	P
'Tis one new vanity to find it out	P
Happy are they to whom god gives a Grave	A2
And from themselves as from his wrath doeth save	A2
'Tis good not to be born but if we must	P
The next good is soone to return to Dust	P
When th'uncag'd soule fled to Eternity	A
Shall rest and live and sing and love and See	A
Here we but crawle and grope and play and cry	L
Are first our own then others Enemy	A
But there shall be defac'd both stain and score	B2
For time and Death and sin shall be no more	B2

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