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The Authors Dreame.
1
My sinnes are like the haires vpon my head,And raise their Audit to as high a score:
In this they differ: these doe daily shed;
But ah! my sinnes grow daily more and more.
If by my haires thou number out my sins,
Heauen make me bald before the day begins.
2
My sins are like the sands vpon the Shore,Which euery ebbe layes open to the eye:
In this they differ: These are couer'd o're
With euerie tyde: My sinnes still open lye.
If thou wilt make my head a sea of teares,
O they will hide the sinnes of all my yeares.
3
My sins are like the Starres within the skiesIn view, in number, euen as bright as great;
In this they differ; These doe set and rise;
But ah! my sins doe rise but neuer set.
Shine Sun of glorie, and my sins are gone
Like twinkling Stars before the rising Sun.
Fr. Qu.
Finis.
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