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Show 24 T 0 E M S. Nor will Content her felf in that place give, Where Noife and Tumult and Deftru&ion live. But yet the moft Difcreet believe, The Schools this Jewel do receive, And thus far's true without difpute, Knowledge is ftill the fweeteft fruit. But whilft men feek for Truth they lofe thejr Peace; And who heaps Knowledge, Sorrow doth mcreafe. 8. But n o w fome fullen Hermite fmiles, And thinks he all the World beguiles, And that his Cell and Difh contain What all mankind wifh for in vain. But yet his pleafure's follow'd with a Grone, For M a n was never born to be alone. Content her felf belt comprehends Betwixt two fouls, and they two friends, Whofe either joyes in both are fix'd, And multiply'dby being mix d: Whofe minds and interefts are fo the fame \ Their Griefs, when once imparted, lofe that name. 10. Thefe far remov'd from all bold noife, And (what is worfe ) all hollow joyes, W h o never had a mean defign, Whofe flame is ferious and divine, And calm, and even, muft contented be, For they ve both Union and Society. Then T 0 E M S. Then, m y Lucafia, we who have Whatever Love can give or crave; W h o can with pitying fcorn furvey The Trifles which the moft betray j With innocence and perfect friendfhip fir'd, By Virtue join d, and by our Choice retir'd. 5 12. Whofe Mirrors are the Cryftal Brooks^ Or elfe each others Hearts and Looks; W h o cannot wifh for other things Than Privacy and Friendfjfiip brings : Whofe thoughts and perfons chang d and rriixt are one, Enjoy Content, or elfe the World hath none. A Dialogue of Abfence 'twixt Lucafia and Orinda. Set by Mr. Hen. Lawes. Luc. O Ay, my Orinda, why fo fad ? O ®rm- Abfence from thee doth tear m y heart $ Which, fince with thine it \mion had, Each parting fplits. Luc. And can w e part > Orin. Our Bodies muft. Luc. But never w e : Our Souls, without the help of Sence, By ways more noble and more free Can meet, and hold intelligence. Orin. A n d yet thofe Souls, when firft they mej, L ookt out at windows through the Eyes. Luc. But foon did fuch acquaintance get, Nor Fate nor Time can them furprize. Orin. Abfence will rob us of that blifs T o which this Friendihip title brings i Love's fruits and joys are made by this Ufelefs as Crowns to captiv'd Kings. Luc. Friendfhip s a Science, and w e know There Contemplation's moft employ'd. E Orin. |