Yet, sluggard, wake, and gull thy soul no more with earth's false pleasures, and the world's delight, whose fruit is fair and pleasing to the sight, but sour in taste, false as the putrid core: thy flaring glass is gems at her half light; she makes thee seeming rich, but truly poor: she boasts a kernel, and bestows a shell; performs an inch of her fair-promis'd ell: her words protest a heav'n; her works produce a hell.
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Yet, Sluggard, Wake, And Gull Thy Soul
Yet, sluggard, wake, and gull thy soul no more with earth's false pleasures, and the world's delight, whose fruit is fair and pleasing to the sight, but sour in taste, false as the putrid core: thy flaring glass is gems at her half light; she makes thee seeming rich, but truly poor: she boasts a kernel, and bestows a shell; performs an inch of her fair-promis'd ell: her words protest a heav'n; her works produce a hell.
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