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| Who hath seen one, would both; As, who hath bin |
| In Paradise, would seek the Cherubin. |
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| To Sir Edward Herbert, since Lord Herbert of Cherbury, |
| being at the Siege of Julyers. |
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| Man is a lump, where all beasts kneaded bee, |
| Wisdome makes him an Ark where all agree; |
| The fool; in whom these beasts do live at jarre, |
| Is sport to others, and a Theater, |
| Nor scapes he so, but is himself their prey; |
| All which was man in him, is eat away, |
| And now his beasts on one another feed, |
| Yet couple in anger, and new monsters breed: |
| How happy's he, which hath due place assign'd |
| To'his beasts; and disaforested his minde? |
| Empal'd himself to keep them out, not in; |
| Can sow, and dares trust corn, where they have bin; |
| Can use his horse, Goat, Wolf, and every beast, |
| And is not Asse himself to all the rest. |
| Else, man not only is the heard of swine, |
| But he's those devils too, which did incline |
| Them to headlong-rage, and made them worse: |
| For man can add weight to heavens heaviest curse, |
| As Souls (they say) by our first touch, take in |
| The poysonous tincture of Original sin, |
| So, to the punishments which God doth fling, |
| Our apprehension contributes the sting. |
| To us, as to his chickens he doth cast |
| Hemlock, and we as men, his hemlock tast. |
| We do infuse to what he meant for meat, |
| Corrosiveness, or intense cold or heat. |
| For, God no such specifique poyson hath |
| As kils, men know not how; his fiercest wrath
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