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140.00C.0HE %X%1To%2 S%5r%6[~.(MH,TxAM)] Edward Herbert, %1now Lord Herbert of%2 /%X%1Cherbury, being at the siege of Iulyers%2.
140.00C.001 M%+An is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded be,
140.00C.002 Wisdome makes him an Arke where all agree;
140.00C.003 The foole, in whom these beasts doe live at jarre,
140.00C.004 Is sport to others, and a Theater,
140.00C.005 Nor scapes he so, but is himselfe their prey; 
140.00C.006 All which was man in him, is eate away,
140.00C.007 And now his beasts on one another feed,
140.00C.008 Yet couple in anger, and new monsters breed.
140.00C.009 How happy'is he, which hath due place assign'd
140.00C.010 To'his beasts; and disaforested his minde?
140.00C.011 Empal'd himselfe to keepe them out, not in;
140.00C.012 Can sow, and dares trust corne, where they have bin;
140.00C.013 Can use his horse, goate, wolfe, and every beast,
140.00C.014 And is not Asse himselfe to all the rest.
140.00C.015 Else, man not onely is the heard of swine, 
140.00C.016 But he's those devils too, which did incline
140.00C.017 Them to an headlong rage, and made them worse:
140.00C.018 For man can adde weight to heavens heaviest curse,
140.00C.019 As Soules (they say) by our first touch, take in
140.00C.020 The poysonous tincture of Originall sinne,
140.00C.021 So, to the punishments which God doth fling,
140.00C.022 Our apprehension contributes the sting.
140.00C.023 To us, as to his chickins, he doth cast
140.00C.024 Hemlocke, and we as men, his hemlocke taste. [CW:We]
140.00C.025 We doe infuse to what he meant for meat, [p.166]
140.00C.026 Corrosivenesse, or intense cold or heat.
140.00C.027 For, God no such specifique poyson hath
140.00C.028 As kils men know not how; his fiercest wrath
140.00C.029 Hath no antipathy, but may be good
140.00C.030 At least for physick, if not for our food.
140.00C.031 Thus man, that might be'his pleasure, is his rod,
140.00C.032 And is his devill, that might be his God.
140.00C.033 Since then our businesse is, to rectifie
140.00C.034 Nature, to what she was; we're led awry
140.00C.035 By them, who man to us in little show,
140.00C.036 Greater than due, no forme we can bestow
140.00C.037 On him; for man into himselfe can draw
140.00C.038 All: All his faith can swallow,'or reason chaw,
140.00C.039 All that is fill'd and all that which doth fill,
140.00C.040 All the round world, to man is but a pill,
140.00C.041 In all it workes not, but it is in all
140.00C.042 Poysonous, or purgative, or cordiall
140.00C.043 For, knowledge kindles Calentures in some,
140.00C.044 And is to others jcy %1Opium%2.
140.00C.045 As brave as true, is that profession than
140.00C.046 Which you doe use to make; that you know man.
140.00C.047 This makes it credible, you have dwelt upon
140.00C.048 All worthy bookes; and now are such an one.
140.00C.O49 Actions are Authors, and of those in you
140.00C.050 Your friends finde every day a mart of new.
140.00C.0SSom
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