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Mark you the floore? that square and speckled stone|
Which looks so firm and strong,
And th’ other black and grave, wherewith each one
Is checker’d all along,
The gentle rising, which on either hand
Leads to the Quire above,
But the sweet cement, which in one sure band
Ties the whole frame, is Love
Hither sometimes Sinne steals, and stains
The marbles neat and curious veins:
But all is cleansed when the marble weeps.
Sometimes Death, puffing at the doore,
Blows all the dust about the floore:
But while he thinks to spoil the room, he sweeps.
Blest be the Architect, whose art
Could build so strong in a weak heart.