Locked up within the casket of thy breast;
What jewels, and what riches hast thou there.
What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest!
Look in thy Soul! and thou shall beauties find,
Like those which drowned Narcissus in the flood;
Honour and Pleasure both are in thy Mind,
And all that in the world is counted Good.
Think of her worth! and think that GOD did mean
This worthy Mind should worthy things embrace!
Blot not her beauties, with thy thoughts unclean;