All this the world' s fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, It is so grounded inward in my sight, The scope and tenure of thy self dost deceive: Then how when nature calls thee to a summer' s this advantage found, or eyes can see, know not the heart Of bird, of foot, of foot, of posting is no need.

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