1

Spue out thy filth, thy flesh abjure;

Let not Contingents thee defile.

For Transients only are impure,

And Aery things thy soul beguil.

2

Unfelt, unseen let those things be

Which to thy Spirit were unknown,

When to thy Blessed Infancy

The World, thy self, thy God was shewn.

3

All that is Great and Stable stood

Before thy Purer Eys at first:

All that in Visibles is Good

Or pure, or fair, or unaccurst.

4

Whatever els thou now dost see

In Custom, Action, or Desire,

Tis but a Part of Miserie

In which all Men at once conspire.