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Be thou thine own home, and in thyself dwell; Inn anywhere, continuance maketh hell. And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth roam [50] Carrying his own house still, still is at home, Follow (for he is easy paced) this snail, Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail. — location: 4699 ^ref-25639
For knowledge kindles calentures in some, And is to others icy opium. — location: 5404 ^ref-3451
At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes Shall behold God and never taste death’s woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space, [10] For if above all these my sins abound, ’Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace When we are there; here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent; for that’s as good As if Thou’hadst sealed my pardon with Thy blood. — location: 7345 ^ref-54780