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Rh Had I but any time to loſe, On this I would it all diſpoſe. Ceaſe Tempter. None can chain a mind, Whom this ſweet cordage cannot bind.

Earth cannot ſhew ſo brave a ſight, As when a ſingle Soul does fence The batt’ry of alluring ſenſe, And Heaven views it with delight.
 * Then perſevere; for ſtill new charges ſound;
 * And if thou overcom’ſt thou ſhalt be crown’d.

All that’s coſtly, fair, and ſweet,
 * Which ſcatteringly doth ſhine,

Shall within one beauty meet,
 * And ſhe be only thine.

If things of ſight ſuch heavens be, What heavens are thoſe we cannot ſee?

Whereſoe’er thy foot ſhall go
 * The minted gold ſhall lye;

’Till thou purchaſe all below,
 * And want new worlds to buy..