The Mind
Nosce Teipsum: Objection III
From Complete Poems, ed. Grosart (1876)
The Mind
But how, till then, shall she herselfe imploy?
Her spies are dead which brought home newes before;
What she hath got and keepes, she may enioy,
But she hath meanes to vnderstand no more.
Then what do those poore soules, which nothing get?
Or what doe those which get, and cannot keepe?
Like buckets bottomlesse, which all out-let
Those Soules, for want of exercise, must sleepe.
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