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Doth Contemplation feed thee io [230]
Regardlefly to let earth goe?
Can Speculation fatiffy
Notion without Reality?
Doft dream of things bej'ond the Moon
And dofh thou hope to dwell there foon?
Haft treafures there laid up in ftore
That all in th' world thou count'fl but poor?
Art fancy lick, or turn'd a Sot
To catch at fliadowes which are not?
Come, come, He fhew unto thy fence,
Induftry hath its recompence.
What canft delire, but thou maift fee
True fubftance in variet}^^
Doft honour like I' acquire the fame.
As fome to their immortal fame:
And trophj-es to thy name ere6l
Which wearing time Ihall neVe deje<5t.
For riches doft thou long full fore.^
Behold enough of precious ftore.
Earth hath more filver, pearls and gold.
Then eyes can fee, or hands can hold.
Artec's thou pleafure? take thy fill.
Earth hath enough of what you will.
Then let not goe, what thou maift find,
For things unknown, only in mind.
Spin Be ftill thou unregen crate part,
Difturb no more my fetled heart,
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