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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. |
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.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. |