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For your owne Conscience, hee giues Innocence, But for your Fame a discreet warines; And though to scape, then to revenge offence Bee better, hee shewes both: And to represse Ioy, when your state swells, sadnesse when tis lesse. From neede of teares, hee will defend your Soule, Or make A Re=baptisinge of one teare, Hee cannott, thats hee will nott disenrowle Your Name: and when with Actiue Ioye wee heere. This Priuate Gospell, then tis our new Yeare| France; but neuer perfected. Though I bee dead and buried, yett I haue (Liuing in yow) court enough in my Graue As oft as there I thinke my selfe too bee, So manie resurrections waken mee That thankfullnes your fauours haue begott In mee, embalmes mee, that I doe nott rott; This Season, as tis Easter, as tis Spring Must both to Growth, and to Confession bring My thoughts, disposd vnto your Influence: so These Verses bud, so these Confessions grow First I confesse, I haue to others lent, Your stock, and overprodigally spent Your Treasure; for since I had never knowne Vertue, or Beawtie, but as they are growne [CW: In yow.] |
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