The Flesh And The Spirit by Anne Bradstreet

The Flesh and the Spirit by Anne Bradstreet In secret place where once I stood, close by the banks of Lachrym flood, I heard two sisters reason on, things that are past and things to come. One flesh was called, who had her eye on worldly wealth and vanity, the other spirit, who did rear her thoughts unto a higher sphere. Sister, hoth flesh, what livest thou on nothing but meditation? Doth contemplation feed thee so, regardless to let earth go? Can speculation satisfy notion without reality? Dost dream of things beyond the moon, and dost thou hope to dwell there soon? Hast treasures there laid up in store, that all in the world thou count'st but poor? Art fancy sick, or turn'd asot, to catch at shadows which are not? Come, come, I'll show unto thy sense. Industry hath its recompense, what can't's desire, but thou might'st see true substance in variety. Dost honour like, acquire the same, as some to their immortal fame, and trophies to thy name erect, which wearing time shall ne'er deject? For riches dost thou long forsore, behold enough of precious store. Earth hath more silver, pearls, and gold, than eyes can see or hands can hold. Affects thou pleasure, take thy fill, earth hath enough of what you will. Then let not go, what thou might'st find, for things unknown. Only in mind.