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| But damn'd and hal'd to execution, |
| Wisheth that still he might bee imprisoned; |
| Yet grace if thou repent, thou canst not lacke; |
| But who shall give thee that grace to begin? |
| Oh make thy selfe with holy mourning black, |
| And red with blushing, as thou art with sinne; |
| Or wash thee in Christs blood, which hath this might |
| That being red, it dies red soules to white. |
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| V. |
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| I am a little world made cunningly |
| Of Elements, and an Angelike spright, |
| But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night |
| My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die. |
| You which beyond that heavē which was most high |
| Have found new sphears, and of new land can write, |
| Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might |
| Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly, |
| Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more: |
| But oh it must be burnt, alas the fire |
| Of lust and envie burnt it heretofore, |
| And made it fouler, Let their flames retire, |
| And burne me ô Lord, with a fiery zeale |
| Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heale.
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[CW: VI.] |