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But (Sr) I aduise you not, I rather doe [204] |
Say o're those Lessons which I learnt of you |
Whome (free from Germans Scismes, and lightnesse |
Of ffrance and fayre Italyes faithlesnesse |
Hauing from these suck'd all they had of worth |
And brought home that fayth w.ch you carryd forth) |
I througly loue. But, if my selfe I haue wonne |
To knowe my Rules, I haue and you haue Donne |
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To the Countesse of Bedford. |
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Reason is our soules left hand, fayth her right |
By these wee reach Diuinity, That's you |
Theyr Loues who haue the blessing of yor sight |
Grew from theyr reason, mine from fayre fayth grewe |
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But as, although a squint lefthandednesse |
Bee vngratious; yet wee cannot want that hand |
So would I (not to encrease but to expresse |
My fayth) as I beleeue, so vnderstand |
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Therefore I study you first in yor saynts |
Those frinds whome yor Election glorifies |
Then in yor Deeds accesses and restraints |
And what you read and what yorselfe deuise |
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But soone the Reasons why you are lou'd of all |
Growe infinite, and so passe reasons reach |
Then back agayne to implicite fayth I fall |
And rest on what the Catholike voyce doth teach
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[CW: That you] |
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