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| Obsequyes vpon the Lord Harrington |
| the last that dyed. |
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| Fayre Soule, w.ch wast not onely, as all Soules bee, [173] |
| Then when thou wert infused, harmony, |
| But didst continew so, and now dost beare |
| A part in Gods greate Organ, this whole spheare. |
| If looking vp to heauen, or downe to vs |
| Thou findst that any way is peruious |
| Twixt heauen and earth, and that mens actions doe |
| Come to yor knowledge, and affections too. |
| See, and with ioye, mee to that good degree |
| Of goodnesse growne, that I can study thee |
| And, by those Meditations refind |
| Can vnapparrell and enlarge my mind |
| And so can make by this soft Extasy |
| This place a Mapp of heauen, my selfe of thee. |
| Thou seest mee heere at Midnight. Now all rest |
| Times dead low water when all minds devest |
| To morrows businesse, when the labourers haue |
| Such rest in bedd, that theyr last Churchyard graue |
| Subiect to change, will scarse bee a Tipe of this, |
| Now when the Clyent, whose last hearing is |
| To morrow, sleepes; when the condemned man |
| (Who when hee opes his eyes must shutt them than |
| Agayne by death) although sadd watch hee keepe |
| Doth practise dying by a little sleepe|.| |
| Thou at this Midnight seest mee, and as soone |
| As that Sunne rises to mee (Midnights noone)
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