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George Herbert - Vanitie (II)
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Poore silly soul, whose hope and head lies low;
Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow:
To whom the starres shine not so fair, as eyes;
Nor solid work, as false embroyderies;
Hark and beware, lest what vow you now do measure,
And write for sweet, prove a most sowre displeasure.

       O heare betimes, lest thy relenting
                      May come too late!
       To purchase heaven for repenting
                      Is no hard rate.
       If souls be made of earthly mould,
                      Let them love gold;
                      If born on high,
       Let them unto their kindred flie:
       For they can never be at rest,
       Till they regain their ancient nest,
Then silly soul take heed; for earthly joy
Is but a bubble, and makes thee a boy.
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