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If poysonous minerals, and if that tree, |
Whose fruit threw death on (else immortall) us, |
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious |
Cannot be damn'd, alas, why should I be? |
Why should intent or reason, borne in mee, |
Make sinnes, else equall, in me more hainous? |
And mercy being easie, and glorious |
To God; in his sterne wrath, why threatens hee? |
But who am I, that dare dispute with thee? |
O God, oh! of thine onely worthy blood, |
And my teares, make a heavenly Lethean flood, |
And drowne in it my sinnes black memorie; |
That thou remember them, some claime as debt, |
I thinke it mercy if thou wilt forget. |
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee |
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, |
For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, |
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. |
From rest and sleepe, which but thy picture be, |
Much pleasure, thē from thee, much more must flow, |
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
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