Would that the earth,
had such a hold,
on body as on mind.  
That mind and mass
were not bonded such,
and in their union,
mutual torment.  
Were they apart,
which preference should I take?  
Which pleasure gives,
the other takes away,
yet when the first supplies not,
the other must do for both.  
What is pain,
less the apprehension of pain?  
What is there to diminish joy,
Without a notion of its end?
The baggage of the flesh,
counterweighs the baggage of the mind,
so would that this dilemma were real,
then should it console.