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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
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[CW: Shall] |