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Rh The harlot and the anchorite,

The martyr and the rake,

Deftly He fashions each aright,

Its vital part to take.

Wisdom He makes to form the fruit

Where the high blossoms be;

And Lust to kill the weaker shoot,

And Drink to trim the tree.

And Holiness that so the bole

Be solid at the core;

And Plague and Fever, that the whole

Be changing evermore.