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By sutures, which a Crosses forme present, |
So when thy braine workes, ere thou utter it, |
Crosse and correct concupiscence of witt. |
Be covetous of Crosses, let none fall. |
Crosse no man else, but crosse thy selfe in all. |
Then doth the Crosse of Christ worke faithfully |
Within our hearts, when wee love harmlesly |
The Crosses pictures much, and with more care |
That Crosses children, which our Crosses are. |
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Elegie on the Lady Marckham. |
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Man is the World, and death th'Ocean, |
To which God gives the lower parts of man. |
This Sea invirons all, and though as yet |
God hath set markes, and bounds, twixt us and it, |
Yet doth it rore, and gnaw, and still pretend, |
And breaks our banke, when ere it takes a friend. |
Then our land waters (teares of passion) vent; |
Our waters, then, above our firmament. |
(Teares which our Soule doth for her sins let fall) |
Take all a brackish tast, and Funerall. |
And even those teares, which should wash sin, are sin. |
We, after Gods Noe, drowne the world againe. |
Nothing but man of all invenom'd things
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[CW: Doth] |