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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.| |
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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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