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PSALM 17. 5.
Stay my steps in thy paths, that my feet do not slide.
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WHen ere the old Exchange of profit rings
Her silver Saints-bell of uncertain gains,
My merchant soul can stretch both legs and wings;
How I can run, and take unwearied pains!
The charms of profit are so strong, that I
Who wanted legs to go find wings to fly.
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〈◊〉〈◊〉 time-beguiling Pleasure but advance
Her lustfull trump, and blow her bold alarms,
O how my sportfull •…•…oul can frisk and dance,
And hug that Syren in her twined arms!
The sprightly voyce of sinew-strengthning pleasure
Can lend my bedrid soul both legs and leasure.
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If blazing Honour chance to fill my veins
With flatt'ring warmth, and flash of Courtly fire,
My soul can take a pleasure in her pains;
My lofty strutting steps disdain to tire;
My antick knees can turn upon the hinges
Of Complement, and sk•…•…ue a thousand cringes.
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•…•…ut when I come to Thee, my God, that art
The royall Myne of everlasting treasure,
The reall Honour of my better part,
And living Fountain of eternall pleasure,
How nervelesse are my limbs! how faint and flow!
I have nor wings to fly, nor legs to go.