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VIII. |
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Why are wee by all creatures waited on? |
Why doe the prodigall elements supply |
Life and food to mee, being more pure then I, |
Simple, and further from corruption? |
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection? |
Why dost thou bull, and bore so seelily |
Dissemble weaknesse, and by'one mans stroke die, |
Whose whole kinde, you might swallow & feed upon? |
Weaker I am, woe is mee, and worse then you, |
You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous, |
But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us |
Created nature doth these things subdue, |
But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tyed, |
For us, his Creatures, and his foes, hath dyed. |
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What if this present were the worlds last night? |
Marke in my heart, O Soule, where thou dost dwell, |
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell |
Whether his countenance can thee affright, |
Teares in his eyes quench the amasing light, |
Blood fills his frownes, which from his pierc'd head fell |
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
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