A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure Analysis

Courage my Soul, now learn to wield

The weight of thine immortal Shield.

Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright.

Ballance thy Sword against the Fight.

See where an Army, strong as fair,

With silken Banners spreads the air.

Now, if thou bee'st that thing Divine,

In this day's Combat let it shine:

And shew that Nature wants an Art

To conquer one resolved Heart.



Pleasure

Welcome the Creations Guest,

Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir.

Lay aside that Warlike Crest,

And of Nature's banquet share:

Where the Souls of fruits and flow'rs

Stand prepar'd to heighten yours.



Soul

I sup above, and cannot stay

To bait so long upon the way.



Pleasure

On these downy Pillows lye,

Whose soft Plumes will thither fly:

On these Roses strow'd so plain

Lest one Leaf thy Side should strain.



Soul

My gentler Rest is on a Thought,

Conscious of doing what I ought.



Pleasure

If thou bee'st with Perfumes pleas'd,

Such as oft the Gods appeas'd,

Thou in fragrant Clouds shalt show

Like another God below.



Soul

A Soul that knowes not to presume

Is Heaven's and its own perfume.



Pleasure

Every thing does seem to vie

Which should first attract thine Eye:

But since none deserves that grace,

In this Crystal view thy face.



Soul

When the Creator's skill is priz'd,

The rest is all but Earth disguis'd.



Pleasure

Heark how Musick then prepares

For thy Stay these charming Aires ;

Which the posting Winds recall,

And suspend the Rivers Fall.



Soul

Had I but any time to lose,

On this I would it all dispose.

Cease Tempter. None can chain a mind

Whom this sweet Chordage cannot bind.



Chorus

Earth cannot shew so brave a Sight

As when a single Soul does fence

The Batteries of alluring Sense,

And Heaven views it with delight.

Then persevere: for still new Charges sound:

And if thou overcom'st thou shalt be crown'd.



Pleasure

All this fair, and cost, and sweet,

Which scatteringly doth shine,

Shall within one Beauty meet,

And she be only thine.



Soul

If things of Sight such Heavens be,

What Heavens are those we cannot see?



Pleasure

Where so e're thy Foot shall go

The minted Gold shall lie;

Till thou purchase all below,

And want new Worlds to buy.



Soul

Wer't not a price who 'ld value Gold?

And that's worth nought that can be sold.



Pleasure

Wilt thou all the Glory have

That War or Peace commend?

Half the World shall be thy Slave

The other half thy Friend.



Soul

What Friends, if to my self untrue?

What Slaves, unless I captive you?



Pleasure

Thou shalt know each hidden Cause;

And see the future Time:

Try what depth the Centre draws;

And then to Heaven climb.



Soul

None thither mounts by the degree

Of Knowledge, but Humility.



Chorus

Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul;

The World has not one Pleasure more:

The rest does lie beyond the pole,

And is thine everlasting Store.

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