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| Vpon the Death of M.rs Boulstred. |
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| Death I recant, and say vnsayd by mee [165] |
| What ere hath slipt that might diminish thee |
| Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to say |
| That any can thy Sum̄ons disobay |
| The earths face is thy Table, where ar sett |
| Plants, Cattell, Men, dished for death to eate. |
| In a rude hunger now hee millions drawes |
| Into his bloudy, plaguy, or staru'd Iawes. |
| Now hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast, |
| Eating the best first, well preserud to last |
| Now wantonly hee spoyles, and eates vs not |
| But breakes off frinds, and lets vs peecemeale rott |
| Nor will this Earth serue him, Hee sinkes the deepe |
| Where harmlesse fish monastique silence keepe |
| W.ch, were Death dead, by rowes of liuing sand |
| Might spunge that Element and make it land. |
| Hee rounds the Ayre, and breakes the Himnique Notes |
| In birds, Heauens Choristers, Organick throtes |
| Which, if they did not dye, might seeme to bee |
| A 10.th Ranke in the Heauenly Hierarchy. |
| O strong and long-liu'd Death, how camst thou in |
| And how without Creation didst begin? |
| Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou dy'st |
| All the 4 Monarchys, and Antichrist. |
| How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now |
| In all this All nothing else is but thou? |
| Our births and liues, vertues and vices bee |
| Wastfull consumptions and degrees of thee
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