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His godhead was not soule to his manhood [f. 56]
Nor hath time mellowed him to this ripenes
But as for one wch hath a long task, tis good,
Wth the Sunn to begin his buisines.
He in his ages morning thus began
By Miracles exceeding power of man.|
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By miracles exceeding power of man
He faith in some, envie in some begatt
For what weake spirits admire, ambitious hate
In both affectōns many to him rann
But oh the worst are most, they will & Can
Alas, and doe, unto the Immaculate
Whose creature fate is, now prescribe a fate,
Measuring self-lifes infinite to spann
Nay to an inch; loe, where condemned he
Beares his owne cross with paine yett by and by
When it beares him, he must beare more & die,
Now thou art lifted vp, draw me to thee;
And At thy death giving such liberall dole
Moist wth one drop of thy blood, my dry soule.|
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Moist wth one dropp of thy blood, my dry soule

[CW: Shall]