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Vpon the Death of M.rs Boulstred. |
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Death I recant, and say vnsayd by mee [165] |
What ere hath slipt that might diminish thee |
Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to say |
That any can thy Sum̄ons disobay |
The earths face is thy Table, where ar sett |
Plants, Cattell, Men, dished for death to eate. |
In a rude hunger now hee millions drawes |
Into his bloudy, plaguy, or staru'd Iawes. |
Now hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast, |
Eating the best first, well preserud to last |
Now wantonly hee spoyles, and eates vs not |
But breakes off frinds, and lets vs peecemeale rott |
Nor will this Earth serue him, Hee sinkes the deepe |
Where harmlesse fish monastique silence keepe |
W.ch, were Death dead, by rowes of liuing sand |
Might spunge that Element and make it land. |
Hee rounds the Ayre, and breakes the Himnique Notes |
In birds, Heauens Choristers, Organick throtes |
Which, if they did not dye, might seeme to bee |
A 10.th Ranke in the Heauenly Hierarchy. |
O strong and long-liu'd Death, how camst thou in |
And how without Creation didst begin? |
Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou dy'st |
All the 4 Monarchys, and Antichrist. |
How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now |
In all this All nothing else is but thou? |
Our births and liues, vertues and vices bee |
Wastfull consumptions and degrees of thee
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