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[51] The Transmutation
I lately in a garden GREWE,
But was nor Charity, nor REWE,
But rather an unhappy EWE.
But was nor Charity, nor REWE,
But rather an unhappy EWE.
Then Heaven upon my branches FROWND,
And dangers mee environ'd ROWND,
For I no fruite of goodnes OWND.
And dangers mee environ'd ROWND,
For I no fruite of goodnes OWND.
Then I was like a wither'd BRAKE,
Which to'st is underneath the RAKE,
My sappe consum'd, my heart did AKE.
Which to'st is underneath the RAKE,
My sappe consum'd, my heart did AKE.
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My Conscience did mee bite, and CLAWE,
I feard the rigour of the LAWE,
And of Gods anger stood in AWE.
I feard the rigour of the LAWE,
And of Gods anger stood in AWE.
I humbly then besought his GRACE,
That Hee would change my name and RACE,
Bicause I was not worth an ACE.
That Hee would change my name and RACE,
Bicause I was not worth an ACE.
My brest then felt a blessed SPARKE,
And I transplanted to a PARKE,
Became an Oke to build Gods ARKE.
And I transplanted to a PARKE,
Became an Oke to build Gods ARKE.
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