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A perfect sacrifice, Ile burne it too. [f. 117v] |
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Alloph: |
No Sr this paper, I haue justly gott, |
For in burnt insense, the perfume is not, |
His only that presentes it, but of all. |
Whatever celebrates this festivall |
Is Common, since thereof the joy is* soe. |
Nor may your self be Priest, but lett me goe |
Back to the Courte, and I will lay it vpon |
Such Alters, as prize yor devotion.| |
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obsequies to the Lord Harrington, brothr |
to the Countess of Bedford. |
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Faire soule wch was not only as all soules be, |
Then, when thou wast infusd, harmony, |
But didst continew so, and now dost beare |
A part, in Gods great organ, this whole spheare, |
If looking vp to God; or downe to vs, |
Thou finde that any way is pervious |
Twixt heauen and earth, and that mans Accōns doe |
Come to yor knowledge, and affections too, |
See, and wth joy, me, to that good degree
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