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| .9. |
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| If Poysonous Mineralls, or if the Tree [29] |
| Whose fruite threw death on (else im̄ortall) vs |
| If leacherous Goats, if Serpents enuious |
| Cannot bee damnd, Alas why should I bee? |
| Why should intent and reason borne in mee |
| Make Sinnes (else æquall) in mee more haynous? |
| And mercy beeing easy and glorious |
| To God, in his sterne wrath why threatens hee? |
| But who am I that dare dispute with thee |
| O God? O of thy onely worthy bloud |
| And my teares make a heauenly Lethean floud |
| And drowne in it my sinns black memory |
| That thou remember them no more as dett |
| I thinke it mercy if thou wilt forget |
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| If faythfull soules bee alike glorifyd |
| As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see |
| And adds this even to full fælicity |
| That valiantly I Hells wide mouth or'e stride |
| But if our minds to these soules bee descryd |
| By circumstances and by signes that bee |
| Apparant in vs not im̄ediatly |
| How shall my minds white truth by them bee try'd? |
| They see Idolatrous louers weepe and mourne |
| And vild blasphemous Coniurers to call |
| On Iesus name, and Pharisaicall |
| Dissemblers fayne deuotion. Then turne: |
| Ô pensiue soule, to God, for hee knowes best |
| Thy greefe, for hee put it into my brest
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