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5 If poisonus Mineralls, And if that tree Whose frute threw death once els immortall vs If leacherous goates, if serpent envious Cannot bee damnd alas why should I bee? Why should intent or reason borne in mee Make Sins els equall, in mee more heinous? And Mercy beinge easie and glorius To God, in his sterne wrath why threatens hee? But who am I that dares dispute with thee O God? o of thine only worthie blood, And my teares, make a heauenly lethean flood And drowne in it my Sins blacke memorie That thou remember them, som̅e claime as debt I thinke it Mercie if thou wilt forgett. 6 Death bee not proud, though som̅e haue, cald thee Mighty, and dreadfull, for thou art not so: For those whome thou thinkst thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee: From rest, and sleepe which but thy pictures bee Much pleasure, then from thee, mvch more mvst flow And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and Soules deliuerie Thou art slaue to fate, chance, kyngs and desperate men̅ And dost with poyson̅, war, and sickness dwell, And Poppie, or charmes cann make us sleepe as well And better then thy stroake, why swelst thou then One short sleepe past wee wake eternally, And death shall bee no more, death thou shalt dy[missing] |
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