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 That in the various butle of reort Were all to ruffl'd, and ometimes impair'd. He that has light within his owne cleere bret May it i'th center, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a darke oule, and foule thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun, Himelfe is his owne dungeon.
 * 2. Bro. 'Tis mot true

That muing meditation mot affects The Penive ecrecie of deert cell Farre from the cheerefull haunt of men, and heards, And its as afe as in a Senat houe For who would rob an Hermit of his weeds His few books, or his beades, or maple dih, Or doe his gray hairs any violence? But beautie like the faire Heperian tree Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard Of dragon watch with uninchanted eye To ave her blooms, and defend her fruit From the rah hand of bold Incontinence. You may as well pread out the unun'd heaps Of miers treaure by an outlaws den And tell me it is afe, as bid me hope Danger will winke on opportunitie And let a ingle helplee mayden pae Vninjur'd in this wild urrounding wat. Of night, or lonelynee it recks me not I feare the dred events that dog them both, let ome ill greeting touch attempt the peron Of our unowned ifter.
 * Eld. Bro. I doe not brother

Inferre, as if I thought my iters tate Secure