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So lasting are great Griefes, wee still retaine
Remembrance of them, though wee lose the paine:
And that Confusion did a griefe comprise,
Greatest, in that in most concern'd the Wise:
For these (who best deserve the care of Fate)
The first great Curse, much lesse did penetrate,
Which makes us labour for our Food so long,
Than that which mix'd, or cancell'd ev'ry Tongue:
'Cause now wee toyle, and swet for knowledge more,
Than for the Body's nourishment before.
Knowledge; ere it did practise to controle,
No Weapon was, but Diet of the Soule;
Which as her nourishment, she might enjoy,
Not like Controverts, others to destroy:
And this her Food (like Milke) did nourish best,
'Cause it was safe, and easie to digest:
Which Milke, that Curse on Languages turn'd sowre,
For Men scarce taste, what they could erst devoure:
Since now, we are preparing to be dead,
Ere we can halfe interpret what wee read.
Yet he, that for our Bodyes tooke such care,
That to each Wound, there sev'rall Med'cins are;
Remembrance of them, though wee lose the paine:
And that Confusion did a griefe comprise,
Greatest, in that in most concern'd the Wise:
For these (who best deserve the care of Fate)
The first great Curse, much lesse did penetrate,
Which makes us labour for our Food so long,
Than that which mix'd, or cancell'd ev'ry Tongue:
'Cause now wee toyle, and swet for knowledge more,
Than for the Body's nourishment before.
Knowledge; ere it did practise to controle,
No Weapon was, but Diet of the Soule;
Which as her nourishment, she might enjoy,
Not like Controverts, others to destroy:
And this her Food (like Milke) did nourish best,
'Cause it was safe, and easie to digest:
Which Milke, that Curse on Languages turn'd sowre,
For Men scarce taste, what they could erst devoure:
Since now, we are preparing to be dead,
Ere we can halfe interpret what wee read.
Yet he, that for our Bodyes tooke such care,
That to each Wound, there sev'rall Med'cins are;
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