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If Poysonous Mineralls, or if the Tree [29] |
Whose fruite threw death on (else im̄ortall) vs |
If leacherous Goats, if Serpents enuious |
Cannot bee damnd, Alas why should I bee? |
Why should intent and reason borne in mee |
Make Sinnes (else æquall) in mee more haynous? |
And mercy beeing easy and glorious |
To God, in his sterne wrath why threatens hee? |
But who am I that dare dispute with thee |
O God? O of thy onely worthy bloud |
And my teares make a heauenly Lethean floud |
And drowne in it my sinns black memory |
That thou remember them no more as dett |
I thinke it mercy if thou wilt forget |
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If faythfull soules bee alike glorifyd |
As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see |
And adds this even to full fælicity |
That valiantly I Hells wide mouth or'e stride |
But if our minds to these soules bee descryd |
By circumstances and by signes that bee |
Apparant in vs not im̄ediatly |
How shall my minds white truth by them bee try'd? |
They see Idolatrous louers weepe and mourne |
And vild blasphemous Coniurers to call |
On Iesus name, and Pharisaicall |
Dissemblers fayne deuotion. Then turne: |
Ô pensiue soule, to God, for hee knowes best |
Thy greefe, for hee put it into my brest
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