A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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A paradise that hath no stint,

No change, no measure,

A painted cask, but nothing in it,

Nor wealth, nor pleasure,

Vain earth! that falsely thus comply’st

With man; vain man! that thou rely’st

On earth; vain man, thou dot’st, vain earth, thou ly’st.

What mean dull souls, in this high measure

To haberdash

In earth’s bare wares, whose greatest treasure