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| For, what weake spirits admire, ambitious, hate; |
| In both affections many to him ranne, |
| But Oh! the worst are most, they will and can, |
| Alas, and doe, unto the immaculate, |
| Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate, |
| Measuring selfe-lifes infinitie to span, |
| Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned he |
| Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by |
| When it beares him, he must beare more and die. |
| Now thou art lifted up, draw me to thee, |
| And at thy death giving such liberall dole, |
| Moist, with one drop of thy blood, my drie soule. |
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| RESVRRECTION. |
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| 6 Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my drie soule |
| Shall (though shee now be in extreme degree |
| Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly) be |
| Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard or foule, |
| And life by this death abled, shall controule |
| Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to me |
| Feare of first or last death bring miserie, |
| If in thy life booke my name thou enroule, |
| Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified, |
| But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas; |
| Nor can by other meanes be glorified. |
| May then sinnes sleep and death soone from me passe, |
| That wak't from both, I againe risen may |
| Salute the last, and everlasting day.
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