34. The Search

LEAVE, leave, thy gadding thoughts;

Who Pores

and spies

Still out of Doores,

descries

Within them nought.

The skinne, and shell of things

Though faire,

are not

Thy wish, nor pray’r,

but got

By meer Despair

of wings.

To rack old Elements,

or Dust

and say

Sure here he must

needs stay,

Is not the way,

nor just.

Search well another world; who studies this,

Travels in Clouds, seeks Manna, where none is.