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XII.
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why doe the prodigall elements supply
Life and food to me, being more pure than I,
Simpler 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 and feed upō?
Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you,
You have not sinn'd, nor need bee timorous,
But wonder at a greater, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue,
But their Creator,'whom sinne, nor nature tyed,
For us, his Creatures, and his foes, hath dyed.
XIII.
What if this present were the worlds last night?
Marke in my heart, ô Soule, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucifi'd, and tell
Whether his countenance can thee affright,
Teares in his eyes quench the amazing light,
Blood fils his frownes, which from his pierc'd head fell
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,

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