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That this is my South West discovery |
Per fretum febris, by these straights to dy. |
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I joy, that in these straits, I see my West; |
For, though those currants yeeld, return to none, |
What shall my West hurt me? As West and East |
In all flat Maps (and I am one) are one, |
So death doth touch the Resurrection. |
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Is the Pacifique Sea my home; Or are |
The Eastern riches? Is Jerusalem? |
Anyan, and Magellan, and Gabraltare, |
All straights, and none but straights are ways to them, |
Whether where Iaphet dwelt, or Cham or Sem. |
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We think that Paradise and Calvarie, |
Christs Cross, and Adams tree, stood in one place; |
Look Lord, and find both Adams met in me; |
As the fist Adams sweat surrounds my face, |
May the last Adams blood my soul embrace. |
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So, in his purple wrapp'd receive me Lord, |
By these his thorns give me his other Crown; |
And as to others souls I preach'd thy word, |
Be this my Text, my sermon to mine own, |
Therefore that he may raise the Lord throws down. |
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A Hymn to God the Father. |
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I. |
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, |
Which was my sin, though it were done before? |
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run, |
And do run still, though still I do deplore? |
When thou hast done, thou hast not done, |
For I have more.
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[CW: II.] |