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| Whose feare already shakes my every joynt: |
| Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight, |
| And earth borne body, in the earth shall dwell, |
| So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right, |
| To where they'are bred, and would presse me, to hell. |
| Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill, |
| For thus I leave the world, the flesh the devill. |
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| IV. |
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| At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow |
| Your trumpets, Angells, and arise, arise |
| From death, you numberlesse infinities |
| Of soules, and to your scattred bodies goe, |
| All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, |
| All whom warre, death, age, agues, tyrannies, |
| Despaire, law, chance, hath slaine, and you whose eyes, |
| Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe, |
| But let them sleepe, Lord, and mee mourne a space, |
| For, if above all these, my sinnes abound, |
| 'Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace, |
| When wee are there; here on this lowly ground, |
| Teach mee how to repent; for that's as good |
| As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon, with thy blood.
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