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| The Resurrection, Impfect. |
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| Sleepe, sleepe Old Sunne, thou canst not haue repast [16] |
| As yet the wound thou tookst on Friday last. |
| Sleepe then and rest, the world may beare thy stay |
| A better Sunne rose before thee to day |
| Who not content t'enlighten all that dwell |
| On the Earths face, as thou enlightned Hell |
| And made the darke fires languish in that Vale |
| As at |thy| presence heere our fire growes pale |
| Whose body hauing walkd on earth, and now |
| Hasting to heauen, would (that hee might allow |
| Himselfe vnto all Stations and fill all) |
| ffor these 3 dayes become a Minerall. |
| Hee was all Gold when hee lay downe, but rose |
| All Tincture, and doth not alone dispose |
| Leaden and Iron wills to good, but is |
| Of power to make even sinfull flesh like his. |
| Had any of those whose credulous piety |
| Thought that a Soule one might discerne and see |
| Goe from a body, at this Sepulcher beene |
| And issuing from the Sheete this body seene |
| Hee would haue iustly thought this body a soule |
| If not of any Man, yet of the Whole.
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[CW: Family___] |