THE PROPHET.
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Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room!
'T will tear and blow up all within,
Like a granado shot into' a magazine.
Into the self-same room!
'T will tear and blow up all within,
Like a granado shot into' a magazine.
Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts
Of both our broken-hearts;
Shall out of both one new one make,
From hers th' allay, from mine the metal, take.
Of both our broken-hearts;
Shall out of both one new one make,
From hers th' allay, from mine the metal, take.
For of her heart he from the flames will find
But little left behind:
Mine only will remain entire;
No dross was there, to perish in the fire.
But little left behind:
Mine only will remain entire;
No dross was there, to perish in the fire.
THE PROPHET.
Teach me to love! go teach thyself more wit;
I chief professor am of it.
Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews,
Teach boldness to the stews;
In tyrants' courts teach supple flattery;
Teach Jesuits, that have travell'd far, to lye;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow,
Teach restless fountains how to flow,
Teach the dull earth fixt to abide.
Teach woman-kind inconstancy and pride:
I chief professor am of it.
Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews,
Teach boldness to the stews;
In tyrants' courts teach supple flattery;
Teach Jesuits, that have travell'd far, to lye;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow,
Teach restless fountains how to flow,
Teach the dull earth fixt to abide.
Teach woman-kind inconstancy and pride:
