Insatiableness. II

This busy, vast, enquiring Soul
Brooks no Controul,
No Limits will endure,
Nor any Rest: It will all see,
Not Time alone, but ev'n Eternity.
What is it? Endless sure,

'Tis mean Ambition to desire
A single World:
To many I aspire,
Tho one upon another hurl'd:
Nor will they all, if they be all confin'd,
Delight my Mind.

This busy, vast, enquiring Soul
Brooks no Controul:
'Tis very curious too.
Each one of all those Worlds must be
Enricht with infinit Variety
And Worth; or 'twill not do.

'Tis nor Delight nor perfect Pleasure
To have a Purse
That hath a Bottom in its Treasure,
Since I must thence endless Expence disburse.
Sure there's a God (for els there's no Delight)
One Infinit.