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By taking our blood, owest it vs againe [f. 69] |
Gaine to thy self, or vs allowe |
And lett not both vs, and thy self be slaine; |
O lambe of God, wch tookest our sin |
Wch Could not stick to thee. |
O lett it not retourne to vs agen; |
But Patient, and Phisition being free |
As Sinne is nothinge, lett it noe where be.| |
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Good friday 1613 . riding towards wales. |
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Lett mans soule be a spheare, and then, in this |
The Intelligence that moves, devotion is, |
And as the other spheares, by being growen |
Subject to foraine motions, loose their owne, |
And being by others hurried every day |
Scarce in a yeare, their naturall forme obey, |
Pleasure, or buisines so; our soules admitt |
for their first mover, and are whirld by it. |
Hence ist that I am carried towards the west |
This day, when my soules forme bends towards* theast;* |
There should* I* see a Sonn, by rising sett
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