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And though what none else lost, be truliest yours, |
He will make you, what you did not, possesse, |
By using others, not vice, but weakenesse. |
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He will make you speake truths, and credibly, |
And make you doubt that others doe not so: |
He will provide you keyes, and lockes, to spie, |
And scape spies, to good ends, and he will show |
What you may not acknowledge, what not know. |
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For your owne conscience, he gives innocence, |
But for your fame, a discreet warinesse, |
And (though to scape, then to revenge offence |
Be better,) he shewes both, and to represse |
Ioy, when your state swels, sadnesse when 'tis lesse. |
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From need of teares he will defend your soule, |
Or make a rebaptizing of one teare; |
Hee cannot, (that's, he will not) dis-inroule |
Your name; and when with active joy we heare |
This private Gospell, then 'tis our New Yeare. |
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To the Countesse of Huntingdon. |
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MADAM, Man to Gods Image; Eve, to mans was made, |
Nor finde we that God breath'd a soule in her, |
Canons will not Church functions you invade, |
Nor lawes to civill office you preferre.
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