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A signe of rigor, so I saie to thee [f. 60]
To wicked spirites, are horrid shapes assigned
This beautious forme, assures a pittious mind.|
10.
Batter my hart three persond God, for yo.w
As yett but knock, breath, shine, & seeke to mend
That I maie rise, and stand, orethrow me & bend
Yor force to breake, blow, burne, and make me new
I, like an vsurpt towne, to another due,
Labor to admitt yow; but oh to noe end
Reason your Viceroy in me, me should defend
But is Captivd, and proves weake or vntrue,
Yett deerly I loue yo:w, and would be loved faine,
But am betrothd vnto your enemy,
Divorce me, vntie, or breake yt knott againe,
Take me to yow imprison me, for I
Except yow inthrall me, never shalbe free
Nor ever chast except yo.w ravish me.|
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Wilt thou love god, as he thee, then digest
My soule this holy meditac̀„on,
How God the spiritt, by Angells waited on
In Heaven, doth make his temple in thy brest
The Father having begott a sonne most blest,

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