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3 This is my plaies last Scene here Heauens apointe My Pilgrimages last mile, and my race Idely yet quickly rvn̅, hath this last pace My spans last inch, My Minuts last pointe And gluttonvs death will instantly vnioynte My boddie, and Soule, And I shall sleep a space But my everlastinge parte shall see that face Whose feare allredye shakes my everie ioynte Then as my Soule to heauen, her first seate taks flight And earth borne bodie in the Earth shall dwell Soe full my Sinns that all may haue their right To where they are bred; And wolde press mee to hell Impute mee righteous thus purgd of euill For thus I leaue the World, the flesh, and deuill 4 At ye round earths imagined corners blowe Your trumpetts Angells, and arise, Arise From death yow memberles infinities Of Soules, and to your scattered boddies goe All whome the floud did, and fire shall ouerthrowe All whome Warr, Death, Age, Agues tiranies Despaire, law, chance hath slayne, And yow whose eyes. Shall behold Godd, and never last deaths woe, But let them sleepe Lord, and mee mourne a space, For if aboue all these my synns abounde Tis late to aske aboundance of thy grace When wee are their, here on this lowely ground Teach mee how to repent, for thats as good As if thou hadst seald my pardon with thie blood. |
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