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For, what weake spirits admire, ambitious, hate; |
In both affections many to him ranne, |
But Oh! the worst are most, they will and can, |
Alas, and doe, unto the immaculate, |
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate, |
Measuring selfe-lifes infinitie to span, |
Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned he |
Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by |
When it beares him, he must beare more and die. |
Now thou art lifted up, draw me to thee, |
And at thy death giving such liberall dole, |
Moist, with one drop of thy blood, my drie soule. |
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RESVRRECTION. |
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6 Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my drie soule |
Shall (though shee now be in extreme degree |
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly) be |
Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard or foule, |
And life by this death abled, shall controule |
Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to me |
Feare of first or last death bring miserie, |
If in thy life booke my name thou enroule, |
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified, |
But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas; |
Nor can by other meanes be glorified. |
May then sinnes sleep and death soone from me passe, |
That wak't from both, I againe risen may |
Salute the last, and everlasting day.
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