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| A perfect sacrifice, Ile burne it too. [f. 117v] |
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| Alloph: |
| No Sr this paper, I haue justly gott, |
| For in burnt insense, the perfume is not, |
| His only that presentes it, but of all. |
| Whatever celebrates this festivall |
| Is Common, since thereof the joy is* soe. |
| Nor may your self be Priest, but lett me goe |
| Back to the Courte, and I will lay it vpon |
| Such Alters, as prize yor devotion.| |
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| obsequies to the Lord Harrington, brothr |
| to the Countess of Bedford. |
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| Faire soule wch was not only as all soules be, |
| Then, when thou wast infusd, harmony, |
| But didst continew so, and now dost beare |
| A part, in Gods great organ, this whole spheare, |
| If looking vp to God; or downe to vs, |
| Thou finde that any way is pervious |
| Twixt heauen and earth, and that mans Accōns doe |
| Come to yor knowledge, and affections too, |
| See, and wth joy, me, to that good degree
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