| .3. |
| O might those sighes & teares returne againe [f. 33v] |
| Into my brest & eyes, wch I have spent; |
| That I might in this holy discontent |
| Mourne wt some fruite, as I haue mournd in vaine. |
| In my Idolatry what showrs of raine |
| Myne eyes did wast? what griefes my hart did rent? |
| That sufferance was my Sin, now I repent; |
| Because I did suffer, I must suffer paine. |
| Th'Hydroptique dronkerd, & night-scowting theefe, |
| The itchy Leacher, & selfe-tickling proud, |
| Haue ye remembrance of past ioyes for reliefe |
| Of cōming ills; to poore me is allowd |
| No ease; for long yet vehement griefe hath beene |
| The effect & cause; the punishment & Sinne. |
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| .4. |
| Father, part of his double interest |
| Vnto thy kingdome thy Sonne giues to mee; |
| His ioynture in the knotty trinitee |
| He keepes, & giues me his deaths Conquest. |
| This Lambe whose death wt life ye world hath blest |
| Was frō the Worlds beginning slayne, & hee |
| Hath made two Wills, wch wt the Legacee |
| Of his, & thy kingdome, doth thy Sonnes invest. |
| Yet such are thy Laws, yt Men argue yett |
| Whether a man those Statutes can fullfill. |
| None doth; but all-healing Grace & Spiritt |
| Revive & quicken what Law & Letter kill. |
| Thy Lawes abridgment, & thy last Cōmand |
| Is all but Love; Oh let yt last Will stand. |