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WORTH OF THE SOUL.

Look in thy soul, and thou shalt beauties find, Like those which drowned Narcissus in the flood:

Honour and pleasure both are in my mind, And all that in the world is counted good.

Think of her worth; and think, that God did

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This worthy mind should worthy things em­brace;

Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts unclean, Nor her dishonour with thy passion base.

Kill not her quick'ning power with surfeitings; Mar not her sense with sensuality:

Cast not her serious wit on idle things Make not her free will slave to vanity.

And, when thou think'st of her eternity,

Think not that death against our nature is; Think it a birth: and when thou go'st to die, Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to bliss.

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And thou, my soul, which turn'st with curious eye

To view the beams of thine own form divine, Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly, While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine.