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| (And who shall dare to aske then when I am [183] |
| Dy'd Scarlet in the bloud of that pure Lamb |
| Whether that colour wch. is Scarlet then |
| Were black or white before in th'eyes of men) |
| When thou remembrest what sinns thou didst find |
| Amongst those many frinds now left behind |
| And seest such Sinners as they are, with thee, |
| (Got thither by repentance.) Let it bee |
| Thy wish to wish all there, to wish them cleane |
| Wish Him a Dauid, Her a Magdalene. |
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| Elegy on Prince Henry |
| since in print but out of print |
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| Looke to mee fayth, and looke to my fayth, God, |
| ffor both my Centers feele this Period |
| of weight one Center, one of greatnesse is |
| And Reason is that Center, fayth is this. |
| ffor into our Reason flowe, and there doe end |
| All that this naturall world doth comprehend |
| Quotidian things, and equi-distant hence |
| Shutt in for Man in one Circumference. |
| But for th'enormous Greatnesses, wch ar |
| So disproportiond, and so angular |
| As is Gods Essence, Place, and Providence |
| Where, when, how, what Soules doe, departed hence, |
| These things (excentrique else) on fayth doe strike |
| yet neyther all, nor vpon all alike. |
| For reason put to her best extension |
| Almost meetes Fayth, and makes both Centers one.
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