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George Herbert - Vanitie
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     The fleet Astronomer can bore 
And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde 
He views theirs stations, walks from doore to doore, 
     Surveys, as if he had design`d 
To make a purchase there: he sees their dances, 
            And knoweth long before, 
Both their full-ey`d aspects, and secret glances. 

     The nimble Diver with his side 
Cuts through the working waves, that he may fetch 
His dearely-earned pearl, which God did hide 
     On purpose from the ventrous wretch; 
That he might save his life, and also hers, 
            Who with excessive pride 
Her own destruction and his danger wears. 

     The subtil Chymick can devest 
And strip the creature naked, till he finde
The callow principles within their nest: 
     There he imparts to them his minde, 
Admitted to their bed-chamber, before 
            They appeare trim and drest 
To ordinarie suitours at the doore. 

     What hath not man sought out and found, 
But his deare God? who yet his glorious law 
Embosomes in us, mellowing the ground 
     With showres and frosts, with love and aw; 
So that we need not say, Where`s this command? 
            Poore man! thou searchest round 
To finde out death, but missest life at hand.
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