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| THE |
| PROGRESSE |
| OF THE SOULE. |
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| First Song. |
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| I. |
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| I sing the progresse of a deathlesse soule, |
| Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule, |
| Plac'd in most shapes; all times before the law |
| Yoak'd us, and when, and since, in this I sing. |
| And the great world to his aged evening; |
| From infant morne, through manly noone I draw. |
| What the gold Chaldee, or silver Persian saw, |
| Greeke brasse, or Roman iron, is in this one; |
| A worke t'outweare Seths pillars, bricke and stone, |
| And (holy writs excepted) made to yeeld to none.
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[CW: II.] |