Heart.
Free is the Heart, the temple of the minde, The sanctuarie sacred from aboue, Where nature keepes the keys that loose and binde, No mortall hand force, open can that doore, So close shut vp, and lock to all mankinde. S. Daniell.
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Free is the Heart, the temple of the minde, The sanctuarie sacred from aboue, Where nature keepes the keys that loose and binde, No mortall hand force, open can that doore, So close shut vp, and lock to all mankinde. S. Daniell.
The bodies wound, by medicines may be eased, But griefes of heart, by salues are not appeased. R. Greene.
By thought of heart, the speech of tongue is carried. S. I. Harr. Tran.—Happinesse,
vid. Felicitie.