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[12] Griefe
Griefe seas'd upon my soule,
No holy griefe,
But griefe profane, and foule,
Hee like a Thiefe
Invaded mee by night, but one more strong,
Did him cast out, and vindicate my wrong.
No holy griefe,
But griefe profane, and foule,
Hee like a Thiefe
Invaded mee by night, but one more strong,
Did him cast out, and vindicate my wrong.
Hee to mee did object,
Those miseryes,
Which I must here expect,
And on mee flyes,
As if Hee meant to take away my life,
But God was my assistant in this strife.
Those miseryes,
Which I must here expect,
And on mee flyes,
As if Hee meant to take away my life,
But God was my assistant in this strife.
Yet since it is decreed,
That Griefe must bee,
Conjoyn'd to Adams seede:
(Oh Lord) let mee
That griefe alone admitt of, and take in,
Which doth relate to mine, and Adams Sinne./
That Griefe must bee,
Conjoyn'd to Adams seede:
(Oh Lord) let mee
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Which doth relate to mine, and Adams Sinne./
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