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Obsequyes vpon the Lord Harrington |
the last that dyed. |
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Fayre Soule, w.ch wast not onely, as all Soules bee, [173] |
Then when thou wert infused, harmony, |
But didst continew so, and now dost beare |
A part in Gods greate Organ, this whole spheare. |
If looking vp to heauen, or downe to vs |
Thou findst that any way is peruious |
Twixt heauen and earth, and that mens actions doe |
Come to yor knowledge, and affections too. |
See, and with ioye, mee to that good degree |
Of goodnesse growne, that I can study thee |
And, by those Meditations refind |
Can vnapparrell and enlarge my mind |
And so can make by this soft Extasy |
This place a Mapp of heauen, my selfe of thee. |
Thou seest mee heere at Midnight. Now all rest |
Times dead low water when all minds devest |
To morrows businesse, when the labourers haue |
Such rest in bedd, that theyr last Churchyard graue |
Subiect to change, will scarse bee a Tipe of this, |
Now when the Clyent, whose last hearing is |
To morrow, sleepes; when the condemned man |
(Who when hee opes his eyes must shutt them than |
Agayne by death) although sadd watch hee keepe |
Doth practise dying by a little sleepe|.| |
Thou at this Midnight seest mee, and as soone |
As that Sunne rises to mee (Midnights noone)
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