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| A letter to ye Ladie Carey and M:rs |
| Essex Rich from Amyens.| |
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| Madams* |
| Here where by all, all Saintes invoked are [f. 51v] |
| Twere too much Schisme to be singulare |
| And gainst a practize gennerall to warr. |
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| Yet turning to Saints, should my humilitie |
| To other Saints* then yo:w directed be |
| That were to make my Schisme heresie.| |
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| Nor would I be a Convertite so cold |
| As not to tell it, If this be too bould |
| Pardons are in this markett cheaply sold.| |
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| Where because faith is in too lowe degree |
| I thought it some Apostleshipp in me |
| To speake things wch by faith alone I see.| |
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| That is of yo:w who are a firmament |
| Of vertues, where no one is growen or spent |
| They are your materialls not yo:r ornament.| |
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| Others whom we call vertuous are not soe |
| In their whole substance, but their vertues grow |
| But in their humors, & at Seasons shewe.| |
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| For when through tastlesse flatt humillity
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