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Tixall Poetry.
Cupio Dissolvi. St Paule.
The soule which doth with God unite;
Those gaitys, how doth she slight,
Which o'er opinion sway?
Like sacred virgin wax, which shines
On altars, or on martyrs' shrines,
How doth she burne away?
Those gaitys, how doth she slight,
Which o'er opinion sway?
Like sacred virgin wax, which shines
On altars, or on martyrs' shrines,
How doth she burne away?
How soone she leaves the pride of wealth,
The flatteries of youth and health,
And fame's more pretious breath
And every gaudy circumstance,
That doth the pomp of life advance,
At the approach of death!
The flatteries of youth and health,
And fame's more pretious breath
And every gaudy circumstance,
That doth the pomp of life advance,
At the approach of death!
