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Butt soone the reasons, why yow are loud by all Growe infinite, and soe passe Reasons reach. Then back againe to implicitie, Faith I call, And rest, on what the Catholique Voyce doth teach. That you are good: and not one Heretique Denies itt: if hee did, yett yow are soe; For Rocks, which high topd, and deepe rooted sticke, Waues Wash, not Vndermine, nor Overthrow. In everie thinge there naturally growes A Balsamum, to keepe itt fresh, and new Ift twere not iniurd by Extrinsique blowes: Your birth, and beautie, are this Balme in yow. But yow of learninge, and Religion, And Vertue, and such Ingredients, haue made A Methridate, whose operation Keepes off, or cures, what can be done, or said. Yett this is not your Physick, but your Food: A Diett fitt for you, for yow are here The first good Angell, since the worlds frame stood, That ever did in womans shape appeare. Since yow are then Gods Master-Peece, and so His Factour for our loues; doe as you doe, Make your retourne home gratious; and bestowe This life on that, soe make one life of two For (so God help mee) I would not misse you there For all the good, which yow can doe mee here.| |
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