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| Simple and farther from Corruption [f. 59v] |
| Why brookst thou ignorant horse, subjection? |
| Why dost thou, bull, and bore so seelily |
| Dissemble weaknes, & by one mans stroke die, |
| Whose whole kinde, yo:w might swallow, & feed vpon; |
| Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse then yo:w. |
| Yo:w have not sinnd, nor need be timerous; |
| But wonder at a greater wonder, for to vs |
| Created nature doth theis things subdue, |
| But their Creator whom sinne nor nature tied; |
| For vs his creatures; and his foes hath died. |
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| What if this present were the worldes last night? |
| Marke in my hart oh soule, where thou dost dwell |
| The picture of Christe crusified and tell |
| Whether his Countenance can thee affright |
| Teares in his eyes quench the amasing light |
| Blood fills his frownes wch from his peirced head fell |
| And can that tongue adjudge thee to Hell; |
| Wch prayed forgivenes for his foes feirce spight |
| No, no; but as in my adolatrie* |
| I said to all my profane mistresses |
| Beauty of pitty, foulenes only is
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