Classic Poem

Giue me Iobs Botches, Naamans Leprosie,
nay, giue me All that plagues the outward sense ,
Rather then Terrors of the Phantasie ,
crawling from out an Hell of Conscience .

And giue me all the Hels the Damn'd endure,
(this Hell alone excepted) I will be
Able to make them Heau'ns , in Conscience pure
through Operations of the Phantasie .

Asleepe, awake , in Company, alone ,
past vnderstanding Peace , and Ioyes past Ioy .
In our Mindes Kingdome then, themselues enthrone,
to ouer-sway the Paines that Flesh annoy:
Then, is this Peace and War , true Heau'n & Hell ,
Where Paine and Pleasure doe themselues excell.