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Sixt Century, good night, good morrow, seventh.
I come here to salute thy Glory, writhen
With various Dispensations, as rich trails
Of shining Attributes, well packt, like Frailes
Of sweetest Fruits, or Raisens of the Sun,
Whose Casks must pierced bee before they run.
But as my former steps were, so are these
I'le strike the hoops off, that their breath may Weeze,
And some few Rayes, that barrelld out of sight
Therein lie lurking in the dark may smite
Us with their beams, which thus upon us rise
From Grace and Patience, Justice 'fore our Eyes
And from Divine Efficiency and Truth,
Observe their Glory, as the story shewth.
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