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Sustaines in vs; earth which greifes animate; Nor hath our world now other soule then that. And could griefe gett soe high as Heauen, that Quire Forgettinge this their new ioy, would desire (With greefe to see him) hee had stayd below To rectifie our errours, they foreknowe Is the other Center reason, faster then? Where should wee looke for that, now wee are not men? For if our reason bee our Connexion With cawses, now to vs, ther can bee none; For as if all the substances were spent, Twere Madnesse to enquire of Accident; So ist to looke for reason, hee being gone The only subiect reason wrought vppon If fate haue such a Chaine, whose diuers lincks Industrious Man discerneth, as hee thincks When Miracle doth com̅e, and soe steale in, A new linck, man knowes not where to begin, Att a mvch deader fault mvst reason bee Death havinge broke of such a linck as hee. But now for vs, with busie proofe to come That wee haue noe reason, would proue wee had som̅e; So would iust lamentations: therfore wee May safelier say, that wee are dead, then hee; Soe if our griefes wee doe not well declare Wee haue double excuse; Hees not dead, and wee are Yett I would not die yett; for though I bee Too narrowe to thinke him, as hee is hee, (Our Soules best baytinge) and mid=period In her long iournye, of consideringe God;) Yett (no dishonor) I can reach him thus |
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