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MY Thoughts, run o'er the Passages you have met to Day; or rather forget such impertinent things.
What have we seen but distracting Va∣nities? and what brought home but un∣profitable Fancies.
How oft have we selt our Minds di∣sturb'd? how oft endanger'd by unhappy Accidents?
Sometimes we frowardly throw our selves down; and like sullen Children will not stand.
Sometimes the Tempest throws us down; and like weak Children we can∣not stand.
Yet are we venturing still among the Snares; entic'd by the appearance of some present delight.
We weary our selves with running af∣ter Flies; which are hard to catch, and Trifles when they are caught.
This we pursue, and follow that; but nothing that we can meet can fill our Hearts.
Till we have found out thee, O gracious Lord! our only full all-satisfying Good.
Till we have found out thee, not by a dark belief; but clearly as thou art in thine own bright self.