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The shine of Patience
By how much Graces Candle now grows dimBy so much more doth Patience shining spring.
Whose beaming Rayes I come again to take
As Lanthorn Lights, up in my hand to make
A light to shew the way God walks in through
This Century while hellish Imps do brew
All Hellish Liquour, in the Mash fats wrought
Of Pride, Contentions, Errours, Tortures, naught
That by this Light we may Gods glory Eye
------ the Darkness that doth cloud the Sky.
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