OST thou inquire thou heartless wanderer,

DOS

Where thine heart is? Behold, thine heart is here,

Here thine heart is, where that is which above

Thine own dear heart thou dost esteem and love.

ODE VII.

1.

See the deceitfulness of sin,

And how the devil cheateth worldly men :
They heap up riches to themselves, and then
They think they cannot chuse but win,
Though for their parts,
They stake their hearts.

2.

The merchant sends his heart to sea,

And there, together with his ship, 'tis tost:
If this by chance miscarry, that is lost,
His confidence is cast away:

He hangs the head,

As he were dead.

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3.

The pedlar cries, What do you lack ?

What will you buy? and boasts his wares the best : you the refuse of the rest,

But offers

As tho' his heart lay in his pack,
Which greater gain

Alone can drain.

4.

The ploughman furrows up his land,

And sows his heart together with his seed,
Which, both alike earth-born, on earth do feed,
And prosper, or are at a stand:

He and his field

Like fruit do yield.

5.

The broker and the scriv'ner have
The us'rer's heart in keeping with his bands:*
His soul's dear sustenance lies in their hands,

Binds

And if they break, their shop's his grave.
His int'rest is

His only bliss.

6.

The money-hoarder in his bags
up his heart, and locks it in his chest ;
The same key serves to that, and to his breast,
Which of no other heaven brags :

Nor can conceit

A joy so great.

* Bands; i. e. bouds of obligation.

So

7.

So for the greedy landmonger:
The purchases he makes in ev'ry part
Take livery and seisin of his heart:
Yet his insatiate hunger,
For all his store,

Gaps after more.

8.

Poor wretched muckworms, wipe your eyes,

Uncase those trifles that besot you so :
Your rich-appearing wealth is real woe,
Your death in your desires lies.
Your hearts are where

You love and fear.

9.

Oh think not then the world deserves
Either to be belov'd or fear'd by you:
Give heaven these affections as its due,
Which always what it hath preserves
In perfect bliss

That endless is.

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