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Knot snarled ruffs,
Loose broken tufts
Are my torn meditation's ragged clothing,
How can my soul
With this food?
Pleasure's full bowl
Taints the blood.
Profit picks bones,
And chews on stones
That choke :
Honour climbs hills,
Fats not, but fills
And whilst my thoughts are greedy upon these,
Clothe me anew, and feed me then afresh ;
Else my soul dies famish'd, and starved with flesh.
''Lists,' 'snarled ruffs,' &c.: old pieces of dress.- 'Ramish:' what is called in Scotland 'wersh,' i. e., tasteless.
LORD, I will mear and Freak a me
My busy heart sal EX
And when i sin c. 5V/#_
Then will I wring is wil 1 EU
Is lang I forg
Not all the teams fun
Can hale or draw I LOZ
Legs are but stamps and Pa
And struggling kinders nore
Thousands of things do des T
In ruling al
This spacious Globe: 1
Devils their rod, die es
The winds their sting: and.
THE WORSE THE BETTER.
WELCOME mine health: this sickness makes me well.
When with diseases I have list to dwell,
Welcome my strength: this weakness makes me able.
When I am weary grown of standing stable,
Welcome my wealth: this loss hath gain'd me more. Riches adieu :
When I again grow greedy to be poor,
I'll wish for you.
Welcome my credit: this disgrace is glory.
When for renown and fame I shall be sorry,
Welcome content: this sorrow is my joy.
When I desire such griefs as may annoy,
Health, strength, and riches, credit, and content,
Blest be that hand, that helps by hurting, gives
If in my fall my rising be thy will,
A HOUSE I had (a heart, I mean), so wide,
That viewing it I thought I might do well,
Such guests as came: I did; But what befell
A guest I had (alas! I have her still),
By entertaining her, I lost my right
To more than all the world hath now in sight.
The charge grew great. I, that had lost before
For all the charges of their maintenance
In dooms-day book: Whoever knew 't would say
Which could not choose but much the debt enhance