PLEASURE.
Wheresoe'er thy foot shall go
The minted gold shall lye;
Till thou purchase all below,
And want new worlds to buy.
SOUL.
Wer't not for price who'd 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.