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The contempt of this world raises the esteem of the other

When all the Vertue we can Heer put on
Is but Refined Imperfection,
Corruption Calcinde: A Minerall Vayne
Wher Clay (to be more prizd) some Ore doth gain:
Why doe we not Employ our best of Care
To Learn wherin Truest Contentments are
And how attaind? The Jewellers command
O're art, is how to Foyle the Diamand
As may add Luster to it: Soe who tries
Less to esteem of This Worlds Flatteries
Setts Higher Valew on the Other, wher
Perfection is th'Eternall Jeweller.
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