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SONG V. Reasons Invitation.
COme hither thou vain man,
What doth thy heart desire,
Of me thou mayest it have,
Let not thy minde aspire.
What is it thou wouldst have,
That I to thee cannot shew,
Let not thy spirit rave,
His pleasure let me know.
Let me but see the thing,
For which thy minde is pin'd,
The heavens will comfort bring,
Their God doth so them bind.
With thee he'll come and dwell,
Although thou art but poor,
And when thy cruse is out,
Himself will send thee more.
Would'st thou now be a King,
A King thou then shalt be,
If thou canst rule thy self,
Thou shalt be King of me.