The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Nature
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¶ Nature.
FUll of rebellion, I would die,Or fight, or travell, or denieThat thou hast ought to do with me.O tame my heart:It is thy highest artTo captivate strong holds to thee.
If thou shalt let this venome lurk,And in suggestions fume and work,My soul will turn to bubbles straight,And thence by kindeVanish into a winde,Making thy workmanship deceit.
O smooth my rugged heart, and thereEngrave thy rev'rend Law and fear:Or make a new one, since the oldIs saplesse grown,And a much fitter stoneTo hide my dust, then thee to hold.