Bury’d alive I dwell
(Like a defiled Vestall) in a cell:
This habitation is
Better, then Hell:
Here solitude I kisse,
And mende what is defective, or amisse:
T’is better to want aire,
Then to loose Heaven: chast soules from fountaines faire,
Drawe better drinke then wine,
Which for dispaire,
Is an ill medicine,
Mi’xte with more Opium, then Alkermes fine.
Unbloudy savage diet,
Unsmoky suppers, drest without disquiet,
Doe sweeter sleepes procure,
Then feasts of riot:
Dry soules are wise, and pure,
And to bee sober is to bee secure.
Full glasses fowle the braines,
And while wee seeke to wash away the staynes,
Of some sad motions,
We find more paines;
Such nimious potions,
Are rather impure sinkes, then cleanseing lotions./
(Ralph Knevet)
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