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PSALM 119. 37.
Turn away mine eyes from regarding vanitie.
1
HOw like to threds of flax
That touch the flame, are my inflam'd desires!
How like to yielding wax
My soul dissolves before these wanton •…•…ires!
The fire, but touch'd, the flame but felt,
Like flax, I burn; like wax, I melt.
2
O how this flesh doth draw
My fetter'd soul to that deceitfull •…•…ire!
And how th' eternall Law
Is baffled by the law of my desire!
How truly bad, how seeming good
Are all the laws of flesh and bloud!
3
O wretched state of men,
The height of whose ambition is to borrow
What must be paid agen
With griping int'rest of the next dayes sorrow!
How wild his thoughts! How apt to range!
How apt to vary! Apt to change!
4
How intricate and nice
Is mans perplexed way to mans desire!
Sometimes upon the ice
He slips, and sometimes falls into the •…•…ire;
His progresse is extreme and bold,
Or very hot, or very cold.