She, she is gone; she's gone! When thou know'st this, What fragmentary rubbidge this world is

Thou know'st, and that it is not worth a thought;
He honours it too much that thinks it nought.
Think then, my Soul! that death is but a groom
Which brings a taper to the outward room,
Whence thou spy'st first a little glimmering light,
And after brings it nearer to thy sight;

For such approaches doth heav'n make in death;
Think thyself labouring now with broken breath, 90
And think those broken and soft notes to be
Division, and thy happiest harmony:

Think thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slack,
And think that but unbinding of a pack, ..

To take one precious thing, thy Soul, from thence:
Think thyself parch'd with fever's violence,

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Think Satan's serjeants round about thee be,
And think that but for legacies they thrust ;

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That they confess much in the world amis, du vŇO
Who dare not trust a dead man's eye with that it
Which they from God and angels cover not:
Think that they shroud thee up, and think from thence
They re-invest thee in white innocence;

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The other three no fear, no art, could guess,
So far were all remov'd from more or less

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Where all good things being met, no one presumes

To govern or to triumph on the rest,in same engines

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To whose proportion if we would compare.
Cubes, they're unstable, circles angular:
She who was such a chain as Fate employs
To bring mankind all fortunes it enjoys,
So fast, so even wrought, as one would think
No accident could threaten any link;
She, she embrac'd a sickness, gave it meat,
The purest blood and breath that e'er it ate,
And hath taught us, that tho' a good man hath
Title to heav'n, and plead it by his faith,
And tho' he may pretend a conquest, since
Heav'n was content to suffer violence;
Yea, tho' he plead a long possession too,

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(For they're in heav'n on earth who heav'n's works do)
Tho' he had right, and pow'r, and place, before,
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How thou at first wast made but in a sink:7
Think that it argued some infirmity,

That those two Souls, which then thou foundst in me,
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Whom a small lump of flesh could poison thus.

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After enabled but to suck and cry

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Dispatches in a minute all the way

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To look what meteors there themselves prepare; Igo
She carries no desire to know, nor sense,

Whether th' air's middle region be intense; he al

For th' element of fire, she doth not know
Whether she pass'd by such a place or no;
She baits not at the moon, nor cares to try
Whether in that new world men live and die:
Venus retards her not, t' enquire how she
Can (being one star) Hesper and Vesper be:
He that charm'd Argus' eyes, sweet Mercury,
Works not on her, who now is grown all eye;
Who, if she meet the body of the sun,
Goes thro', not staying till his course be run;
Who finds in Mars his camp no corps of guard,
Nor is by Jove nor by his father barr'd; -.
But ere she can consider how she went,
At once is at and thro' the firmament:

And as these stars were but so many beads

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Strung on one string, speed undistinguish leads
Her thro' those spheres, as thro' those beads a string,
Whose quick succession makes it still one thing; 210
As doth the pith which, lest our bodies slack,
Strings fast the little bones of neck and back;

So by the Soul doth death string heav'n and earth; j
For when our Soul enjoys this her third birth,
(Creation gave her one, a second grace)
Heav'n is near, and present to her face,
As colours are and objects in a room,

Where darkness was before, when tapers come.
This must, my Soul! thy long short progress be
T' advance these thoughts; remember then that she,