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Tixall Poetry.
Contented with a single point of it,
Can quiet in his native country sitt!
And, as a stander-by at playes and shoes,
Sees better farr then he that acts or goes:
So he, in this our passing, acting age,
Sees better in a cell then on a stage.
And whilst you, pilgrim-like, bestirr your feete,
For new acquaintance with each starr you meete,
He hospitably stayes till each starr come,
And freely entertaynes them all at home.
Earth, syr, you know, was never worth your vew,
And lett but Heaven alone, twill come to you.
Or if you leane to that erratick skill,
Makes earth a planett, and the sunn stand still,
Say, therefore, that the sunn is the worlds eye,
Cause ever standing still, he all may spy.
Can quiet in his native country sitt!
And, as a stander-by at playes and shoes,
Sees better farr then he that acts or goes:
So he, in this our passing, acting age,
Sees better in a cell then on a stage.
And whilst you, pilgrim-like, bestirr your feete,
For new acquaintance with each starr you meete,
He hospitably stayes till each starr come,
And freely entertaynes them all at home.
Earth, syr, you know, was never worth your vew,
And lett but Heaven alone, twill come to you.
Or if you leane to that erratick skill,
Makes earth a planett, and the sunn stand still,
Say, therefore, that the sunn is the worlds eye,
Cause ever standing still, he all may spy.
