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144 Wer’t not for price who’d value gold? And that’s worth nought that can be ſold.

Wilt thou all the glory have
 * That war or peace commend?

Half the world ſhall be thy ſlave,
 * The other half thy friend.

What friends, if to my ſelf untrue? What ſlaves, unleſs I captive you?

Thou ſhalt know each hidden cauſe;
 * And ſee the future time:

Try what depth the centre draws;
 * And then to heaven climb.

None thither mounts by the degree Of knowledge, but humility.

Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul; The world has not one pleaſure more: The reſt does lye beyond the pole, And is thine everlaſting ſtore. We