Good Lord! How hard it was to stick to world’s raid

For I was wonderfully pleased enjoying truth overlaid

which hath been seldom thought entirely unregressed

If I desire, far-off disgrace, it’d rather be suppressed


Away and away from all whimsical caprice

Dispell’d my vain pursuits, ere it comes at peace

All this, and what may, wretch even then, unveils an avenue

As a kind of penance, ere lies one, parted to seek the residue



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