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Elizium.
To the Duchesse of
Bvckingham.
MADAM,
SO sleeps the Anchoret on his cheap bed,
(whose sleep wants only length to prove him dead)
As I last night, whom the swift wings of Thought,
Convey'd to see what our bold faith had taught;
Elizium, where restored formes nere fade;
Where growth can need no seeds, nor light a shade;
The joyes which in our flesh, through fraile expence
Of strentgh, through age, were lost t'our injur'd sense,
Wee there doe meet agen; and those we taste
Anew, which though devour'd, yet ever last:
SO sleeps the Anchoret on his cheap bed,
(whose sleep wants only length to prove him dead)
As I last night, whom the swift wings of Thought,
Convey'd to see what our bold faith had taught;
Elizium, where restored formes nere fade;
Where growth can need no seeds, nor light a shade;
The joyes which in our flesh, through fraile expence
Of strentgh, through age, were lost t'our injur'd sense,
Wee there doe meet agen; and those we taste
Anew, which though devour'd, yet ever last:
The
