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.7.
I ame a litle World, made cūningly [f. 34v]
Of Elements & an Angelique Spright,
But blacke Sin hath betrayd to endles night
My Worlds both parts, & Oh both parts must dy.
You, wch beyond yt heauen, wch was most high
Haue found new Sphears, & of new Lands can wright
Powre new Seas in myne eyes, yt so I might
Drowne my World, wt my weeping ernestly.
Or washe it: if it must be drown'd no more:
But Oh it must be burn'd; alas ye fyer
Of Lust & Envy haue burnt it hertofore
And made it fouler; Let those flames retyre,
And burne me O God wth a fiery Zeale
Of thee,' & thy house, wch doth in eating heale.
.8.
At ye round Earths imagind corners blow
Yr trumpets Angels, and Arise Arise
From Death you numberles infinities
Of Soules & to your scattered bodyes go.
All whom the Flood did and fyre shall overthrow
All whom Warr, dearth, age, agues, tyrannyes,
Dispayre, Law, Chance, hath slayne, & you whose eyes
Shall behold God, & never tast deaths wo.
But let them sleepe, Lord, & me mourne a space,
for if above all these my Sins abound
Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace
when we are there: Here on this lowly ground
Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
As if thou hadst Seald my pardon wt thy blood.