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The Life of
SOUL.
Wer’t not for price who’d value gold?
And that’s worth nought that can be ſold.
PLEASURE.
Wilt thou all the glory have
That war or peace commend?
Half the world ſhall be thy ſlave,
The other half thy friend.
SOUL.
What friends, if to my ſelf untrue?
What ſlaves, unleſs I captive you?
PLEASURE.
Thou ſhalt know each hidden cauſe;
And ſee the future time:
Try what depth the centre draws;
And then to heaven climb.
SOUL.
None thither mounts by the degree
Of knowledge, but humility.
CHORUS.
Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul;
The world has not one pleaſure more:
The reſt does lye beyond the pole,
And is thine everlaſting ſtore.
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