| Soul. | O WHO shall, from this Dungeon, raise | |
| A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? | |
| With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd stands | |
| In Feet; and manacled in Hands. | |
| Here blinded with an Eye; and there | 5 |
| Deaf with the drumming of an Ear. | |
| A Soul hung up, as 'twere, in Chains | |
| Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins. | |
| Tortur'd, besides each other part, | |
| In a vain Head, and double Heart. | 10 |
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| Body. | O who shall me deliver whole, | |
| From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul? | |
| Which, stretcht upright, impales me so, | |
| That mine own Precipice I go; | |
| And warms and moves this needless Frame: | 15 |
| (A Fever could but do the same.) | |
| And, wanting where its spight to try, | |
| Has made me live to let me dye. | |
| A Body that could never rest, | |
| Since this ill Spirit it possest. | 20 |
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| Soul. | What Magick could me thus confine | |
| Within anothers Grief to pine? | |
| Where whatsoever it complain, | |
| I feel, that cannot feel, the pain. | |
| And all my Care its self employes, | 25 |
| That to preserve, which me destroys: | |
| Constrain'd not only to indure | |
| Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure: | |
| And ready oft the Port to gain, | |
| Am Shipwrackt into Health again. | 30 |
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| Body. | But Physick yet could never reach | |
| The Maladies Thou me dost teach; | |
| Whom first the Cramp of Hope does Tear: | |
| And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear. | |
| The Pestilence of Love does heat: | 35 |
| Or Hatred's hidden Ulcer eat. | |
| Joy's chearful Madness does perplex: | |
| Or Sorrow's other Madness vex. | |
| Which Knowledge forces me to know; | |
| And Memory will not foregoe. | 40 |
| What but a Soul could have the wit | |
| To build me up for Sin so fit? | |
| So Architects do square and hew | |
| Green Trees that in the Forest grew. | |
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