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And dost wth poison, warr, and sicknes dwell [f. 59] |
And poppy, or charmes can make vs sleepe as well. |
And better then thy stroake; why swelst thou then? |
One short sleepe past, we wake eternally |
And death shalbe noe more, death thou shalt die.| |
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Spitt in my face yow Iewes, and peirce my side |
Buffett and scoffe, scourge, and crucify me |
For I haue sinnd, and sinnd & only he |
Who could do none iniquity, hath died. |
But by 'my death cannott be satisfied. |
My sinns wch pass the Iewes iniquity |
They kild once an Inglorious mā, but I |
Crucifie him daily, being now glorified, |
Oh lett me then his strange loue still admire |
Kings perdon, but he bore our punishm:t, |
And Iacob came clothed in vile harsh attire, |
But to supplant, and wth gainfull intent, |
God clothed himself, in vile mans flesh, that so |
He might be weake enough to suffer woe.| |
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Why are we by all creatures wayted on? |
Why do the prodigall elementes supply |
Life and food to me, being more pure then I
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