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Be then47 thine own home, and in thyself dwell; Inn48 anywhere, continuance maketh hell. And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth roam, 50 Carrying his50 own house still, still is at home, Follow (for he is easy paced) this snail, Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy goal. — location: 5648 ^ref-39155
Misprint - should be gaol
For, knowledge kindles calentures43 in some, And is to others icy opium44. — location: 5777 ^ref-47223
the round earth’s imagined corners1, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies4 go, All whom the flood did, and fire5 shall o’erthrow, All whom war, dearth6, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death’s woe8. 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 lowly12 ground, Teach me how to repent; for that’s as good As if thou hadst sealed14 my pardon, with thy blood. — location: 8468 ^ref-51318