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Chr. A fting ?
Dea. Alas, poor mortal, void of story!
Go Spell and read how I have kill'd thy King. Chr. Poor Death! and who was hurt thereby ?
Thy curse being laid on him makes thee accurft.
These arms shall crush thee. Chr. Spare not, do thy work.
The Water Course.
'HOU who doft dwell and linger' here below,
Where of all plants affli&ion soonest grow :
Self-Condemnation. THOU who condemneft Jewish hate For chusing Barabbas, a murderer,
Before the Lord of glory :
Look back upon thine own estate, Call home thine eye (that busy wanderer)
That choice may be thy story.
He that doth love, and love amiss.
Hath made a Jewish choice :
The world an ancient murderer is; Thousands of souls it hath and doth destroy
With her enchanting voice.
He that hath made a sorry wedding Between his soul and gold, and hath preferr'd
False gain before the true,
Hath done what he condemns in reading:
And is a Judas- Few.
Thus we prevent the last great day,
Did before dim and choak,
When once those stuffs are ta’n away,
Without excuse or cloak,
Since thou doft love, yet strike;
I will complain, yet praise :
Well’ring in fin:
And take it in.'
Since that time manyla bittet forms
His swing and sway:
And got the day
If thy first glance so powerful be,
Thy full-ey'd love!
In heav'n above!
The 23d Psalm.
The God of love my Shepherd is,
And he'that doth me feed;
What can I want or need ?
He leads me to the tender grass,
Where I both feed and rest; Then to the streams that gently pass :.
Ih both I have the best.
Or if I ftray, he doth convert,
And bring my mind in frame : And all this not for my desert,
But for his holy name.
Yea, in death's shady:black abode!
Well may I walk, not fear : For thou art with me, and thy rod
To guide, thy staff to bear.
Nay, thou dost make me fit and'dines,
Evin in my en’ınies' sight;
Runs over day and night.
Surely thy sweet and wond'rous love
shall measure all my days : And as it never shall remove,
So neither shall my praise.
(Whose precepts she had trampled on before) And wore them for a jewel on her head :
Shewing his steps should be the street
Wherein she henceforth evermore
And not his feet? Though we could dive
In tears like seas, our fins are pild Deeper than they, in words, and works, and thoughts. Dear soul, she knew who did vouchsafe and deiga To bear her filth; and that her fins did dash Ev'n God himself : Wherefore she was not loth,
As she had brought wherewith to Aain,
So to bring in wherewith to wash :
OLINESS on the head,
Thus are true Aarons drest.
Profaneness in my head,
Poor priest thus am I dreft.