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this horizontal bird1, whose eyes
2Are fixed, immovable, upon the skies,
3Though night obscures the radiant
4Though clouds do muffle his bright face
5Whether she goes, or feeds, or breeds, or flies,
6Yet still to Heav’n she rolls her longing eyes.
7So doth the
sunfish4, whose fair eyes are fixed
8On Heav’n alone; her love sure is
9Although the sea works high, and billows swell
10Almost to Heav’n, then down as low as Hell.
12And mariners their woeful
13Yet she is still the same she was before.
14E’en so those souls whose hopes and joys above
15Are only placed,
16To Heav’n from whence they had
17Performing so the
end12of their creation.
18So imitate this soul, that bird, and fish,
19And though things answer not thy hopes or wish,
20Yet look towards Heav’n, on God alone depend:
21He will thy suff’rings mitigate or end.
22And trust not Fortune, nor her amorous smiles;
23For when she courts us most, she most
24Nor fear her frowns, for there is one on high
25At whose bright footstool Fate and Fortune lie:
26To Him alone, to Him for comfort