| | COURAGE my Soul, now learn to wield | |
| The weight of thine immortal Shield. | |
| Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. | |
| Ballance thy Sword against the Fight. | |
| See where an Army, strong as fair, | 5 |
| With silken Banners spreads the air. | |
| Now, if thou bee'st that thing Divine, | |
| In this day's Combat let it shine: | |
| And shew that Nature wants an Art | |
| To conquer one resolved Heart. | 10 |
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| Pleasure. | Welcome the Creations Guest, | |
| Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir. | |
| Lay aside that Warlike Crest, | |
| And of Nature's banquet share: | |
| Where the Souls of fruits and flow'rs | 15 |
| Stand prepar'd to heighten yours. | |
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| Soul. | I sup above, and cannot stay | |
| To bait so long upon the way. | |
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| Pleasure. | On these downy Pillows lye, | |
| Whose soft Plumes will thither fly: | 20 |
| On these Roses strow'd so plain | |
| Lest one Leaf thy Side should strain. | |
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| Soul. | My gentler Rest is on a Thought, | |
| Conscious of doing what I ought. | |
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| Pleasure. | If thou bee'st with Perfumes pleas'd, | 25 |
| Such as oft the Gods appeas'd, | |
| Thou in fragrant Clouds shalt show | |
| Like another God below. | |
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| Soul. | A Soul that knowes not to presume | |
| Is Heaven's and its own perfume. | 30 |
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| Pleasure. | Every thing does seem to vie | |
| Which should first attract thine Eye: | |
| But since none deserves that grace, | |
| In this Crystal view thy face. | |
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| Soul. | When the Creator's skill is priz'd, | 35 |
| The rest is all but Earth disguis'd. | |
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| Pleasure. | Heark how Musick then prepares | |
| For thy Stay these charming Aires; | |
| Which the posting Winds recall, | |
| And suspend the Rivers Fall. | 40 |
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| Soul. | Had I but any time to lose, | |
| On this I would it all dispose. | |
| Cease Tempter. None can chain a mind | |
| Whom this sweet Chordage cannot bind. | |
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| Chorus. | Earth cannot shew so brave a Sight | 45 |
| As when a single Soul does fence | |
| The Batteries of alluring Sense, | |
| And Heaven views it with delight. | |
| Then persevere: for still new Charges sound: | |
| And if thou overcom'st thou shalt be crown'd. | 50 |
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| Pleasure. | All this fair, and cost, and sweet, | |
| Which scatteringly doth shine, | |
| Shall within one Beauty meet, | |
| And she be only thine. | |
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| Soul. | If things of Sight such Heavens be, | 55 |
| What Heavens are those we cannot see? | |
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| Pleasure. | Where so e're thy Foot shall go | |
| The minted Gold shall lie; | |
| Till thou purchase all below, | |
| And want new Worlds to buy. | 60 |
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| Soul. | Wer't not a price who'ld value Gold? | |
| And that 's worth nought that can be sold. | |
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| Pleasure. | Wilt thou all the Glory have | |
| That War or Peace commend? | |
| Half the World shall be thy Slave | 65 |
| The other half thy Friend. | |
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| Soul. | What Friends, if to my self untrue? | |
| What Slaves, unless I captive you? | |
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| Pleasure. | Thou shalt know each hidden Cause; | |
| And see the future Time: | 70 |
| Try what depth the Centre draws; | |
| And then to Heaven climb. | |
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| Soul. | None thither mounts by the degree | |
| Of Knowledge, but Humility. | |
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| Chorus. | Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul; | 75 |
| The World has not one Pleasure more: | |
| The rest does lie beyond the Pole, | |
| And is thine everlasting Store. | |
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