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69. On Sinnes.
My Sinnes are like the Sands upon the shore;Which every Ebbe layes open to the Eye:
In this they differ; These are cover'd ore
With ev'ry Flood: My sinnes still open lye:
If thou wilt make mine Eyes a Sea of teares,
O, they will hide the sinnes of all my yeares.
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