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The Poëme.
As
perfect Poets ere-tymes haue tane paine,
And search'd the Secrets of each high Engyne,
By base and lowlie Subjects to exclaime,
High Mysteries, both morall and divine:
Then so into this worthlesse Worke of mine,
Which at Friends bidding boldlie I set foorth;
Some things may seeme obscure, though little worth.
And search'd the Secrets of each high Engyne,
By base and lowlie Subjects to exclaime,
High Mysteries, both morall and divine:
Then so into this worthlesse Worke of mine,
Which at Friends bidding boldlie I set foorth;
Some things may seeme obscure, though little worth.
For as the Heremite leaues his dearest Dame,
And takes delight in colde Desart to dwell:
Syne of his Lot, and of him selfe, thinkes shame,
And still despaires, and still doeth loathe him sell:
So wretched man, exchanging Heaven with Hell,
Forgetting GOD, in Darknesse doeth remaine,
And still despaires, to get Reliefe againe.
And takes delight in colde Desart to dwell:
Syne of his Lot, and of him selfe, thinkes shame,
And still despaires, and still doeth loathe him sell:
So wretched man, exchanging Heaven with Hell,
Forgetting GOD, in Darknesse doeth remaine,
And still despaires, to get Reliefe againe.
And as the painfull Pilgryme, now and than,
With Arguments, and pithie reasons strong,
Would faine reduce the Heremite, if hee can,
And make him to beholde his woefull wrong:
And as the Woods, and savage Beastes among,
So with him bydes, and recomforts his Care:
Syne holds him vp, from dying in Despare.
With Arguments, and pithie reasons strong,
Would faine reduce the Heremite, if hee can,
And make him to beholde his woefull wrong:
And as the Woods, and savage Beastes among,
So with him bydes, and recomforts his Care:
Syne holds him vp, from dying in Despare.
And as in ende, hee mooues him for to wryte;
Syne showes his Sutes vnto his Mistres Eyes:
Wherein, yee see, shee tooke no small delyte,
Because in him some signe of Trueth shee sies.
Shee cures his Cares, and all his sicke Disease:
Yea, heales his hurt, and heartlie by the hand,
Shee home-ward leades him, to her natiue Land.
Syne showes his Sutes vnto his Mistres Eyes:
Wherein, yee see, shee tooke no small delyte,
Because in him some signe of Trueth shee sies.
Shee cures his Cares, and all his sicke Disease:
Yea, heales his hurt, and heartlie by the hand,
Shee home-ward leades him, to her natiue Land.
So sinfull man, first by the helpe of Faith,
Despiseth Sinne, repents, and sore doeth pray,
That GOD in Mercie would avert His wrath,
And make His bred displeasure to decay.
And when the sicke converted would away,
From worldlie ease, with haste hee maketh speede:
Then comes the LORD, to helpe His owne at neede.
Despiseth Sinne, repents, and sore doeth pray,
That GOD in Mercie would avert His wrath,
And make His bred displeasure to decay.
And when the sicke converted would away,
From worldlie ease, with haste hee maketh speede:
Then comes the LORD, to helpe His owne at neede.
Hee cures our cares, Hee helpes vs to bee haile:
Hee makes our sorie Soules for to rejoyce.
If wee in Him confyde, Hee will not faile,
To free vs from the force of all our Foes.
And at the last, with great disgrace of those,
That loving LORD, shall take vs by the Hand,
And with Him leade vs, to the HOLIE LAND.
Hee makes our sorie Soules for to rejoyce.
If wee in Him confyde, Hee will not faile,
To free vs from the force of all our Foes.
And at the last, with great disgrace of those,
That loving LORD, shall take vs by the Hand,
And with Him leade vs, to the HOLIE LAND.
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