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5 By miracles exceedinge power of man̅ Hee faith in some, enuie in some begate For what weake Spirits admire, ambitious hate, In both affections many to him came But oh the worst are most, they will, and cann Alas and doe vnto the Immaculate Whose [space] face is now prescribd a fate Measuringe self liues infinite to a spann Nay to an inch, loe, where condemned hee Beares his owne crosse with paine yet by and by When it beares him, hee mvst beare more and dy. Now thou art lifted vp drawe mee to thee And at thy death giuing such liberall dole, Moyst with one drop of thy bloud my dry Soule. 6 Moyst with one drop of thy bloud my dry Soule, Shall (though shee now bee in extreame degree To stony hard, and yet to fleshlie) bee Freed by that drop from beinge starud, hard, or foule, And life by this death abled, shall controule Death, whome thy death slue, nor shall more to mee Feare of first or last death bringe miserie, If in thy littell Booke my name thou enroule Flesh in that longe sleepe is not putrified But made that there, of which, and for which twas, Nor cann by other meanes bee glorified, May then sinns sleepe, and deaths soone from mee pass That wakd from both I againe rissen may Salute the last, and euerlastinge daye [CW: Assention̅.] |
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