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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul<br>O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise<br>A Soul inslav'd so many wayes?<br>With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd stands<br>In Feet ; and manacled in Hands.<br>Here blinded with an Eye ; and there<br>Deaf with the drumming of an Ear.<br>A Soul hung up, as 'twere, in Chains<br>Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins.<br>Tortur'd, besides each other part,1<br>In a vain Head, and double Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Body<br>O who shall me deliver whole,<br>From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul?<br>Which, stretcht upright, impales me so,<br>That mine own Precipice I go;<br>And warms and moves this needless Frame:<br>(A Fever could but do the same.)<br>And, wanting where its spight to try,<br>Has made me live to let me dye.<br>A Body that could never rest,<br>Since this ill Spirit it possest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul<br>What Magic could me thus confine<br>Within anothers Grief to pine?<br>Where whatsoever it complain,<br>I feel, that cannot feel, the pain.<br>And all my Care its self employes,<br>That to preserve, which me destroys:<br>Constrain'd not only to indure<br>Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure:<br>And ready oft the Port to gain,<br>Am Shipwrackt into Health again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Body<br>But Physick yet could never reach<br>The Maladies Thou me dost teach;<br>Whom first the Cramp of Hope does Tear:<br>And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear.<br>The Pestilence of Love does heat :<br>Or Hatred's hidden Ulcer eat.<br>Joy's chearful Madness does perplex:<br>Or Sorrow's other Madness vex.<br>Which Knowledge forces me to know;<br>And Memory will not foregoe.<br>What but a Soul could have the wit<br>To build me up for Sin so fit?<br>So Architects do square and hew,<br>Green Trees that in the Forest grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
A Soul inslav'd so many wayes?
With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd stands
In Feet ; and manacled in Hands.
Here blinded with an Eye ; and there
Deaf with the drumming of an Ear.
A Soul hung up, as 'twere, ..."></div>
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