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But these sick offers to depart, they callA wearinesse of life, each Spring, and Fall:And this beliefe (though well resolv'd before)Made mee so sullen, that I'le die no moreThan old Chaldean Prophets in their sleepe;Who still some reliques of their Soules, would keepe,As gage for the returne of what they sent,For visions to the starry Firmament.Thus in a dreame, I did adventure outJust so much Soule, as Sinners giv'n to doubtOf after usage, dare forgoe a while:And this swift Pilot steer'd unto an Isle,Betweene the Southern Tropick and the Line;Which (noble Prince) my prophecie cals thine:There on a Christall Rock I sate, and sawThe empire of the Winds, new kept in awe,By things, so large, and weighty as did presseWaves to Bubbles, or what unswell'd to lesse:The Sea, for shelter hastned to the shore;Sought harbor for it selfe, not what it bore:So well these Ships could rule; where ev'ry Saile,The subdu'd Winds, court with so milde a gale,
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