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Hee might haue sayd the best that hee could say [233] |
Of those fayre Creatures w.ch were made that day |
And when next day hee had admird the birth |
Of Sunne Moone Starrs, fayrer then late praysd earth |
Hee might haue sayd the best that hee could say |
And not bee chidd for praysing yesterday: |
So, though somethings are not |together| true |
(As, that another's worthyest, and that you) |
Yet to say so doth not condemne a man |
If, when he spake them they were both true than. |
How fayre a proofe of this in or soule growes? |
Wee first haue soules of growth, and sense, and those |
When our last soule, our soule im̀„ortall, came |
Were swallowed into it, and haue no name |
Nor doth hee iniure those soules w.ch doth cast |
The power and prayse of both them on the last: |
No more do I wrong any, if I adore |
The same things now wch I adord before |
(The subiect chang'd and measure) the same thing |
In a low Constable and in a king |
I reverence His power to worke on mee
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To M.r Christopher Brooke from |
the Island voyage with the E[.] |
The Storme |
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Thou w.ch art I, (tis nothing to bee so) |
Thou w.ch art still thy selfe by this shalt knowe
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