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By Miracles exceeding power of Man [f. 39] |
He faythe in Some, envy in some begate |
For what meek Spiritts admyre, ambitious hate. |
In both affections Many to him ran. |
But oh, the worst are most, they will & can |
Alas & do, vnto th'immaculate |
Whose Creature fate is, now prescribe a fate |
Measuring selfe Lifes infinity to a Span. |
Nay to an inche; Loe, wher condemned hee |
Beares his owne cros wt payne; yet by & by |
When it beares him he must beare more, & dy. |
Now thou art Lifted vp draw me to thee |
And at thy deathe giuing such Liberall dole |
Moyst wt one drop of thy blood my dry Soule. |
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.6. |
Moyst wt one drop of thy blood, my dry Soule |
Shall, though She now be in extreame degree |
too stony hard, & yet too fleshly bee |
freed by yt drop frō beeing stervd, hard, or foule. |
And Life by thy death abled, shall controule |
Death whom thy death slew: Nor shall to mee |
feare of first or Last Deathe bring Miseree |
If in thy Life-booke my name thou'enroule. |
fleshe in yt Last Long sleepe is not putrified |
But made yt there of wch & for wch t'was; |
Nor can by other meanes be purified. |
May then Sins Sleepe & Deaths soone frō me pas |
That wak'd from both, I againe risen may |
Salute ye Last & everlasting day. |