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[xv] [To the Angels for the Passion.]
Come forth, come forth yee blest triumphing Bands,Faire Citizens of that immortall Towne,
Come see that King which all this All commands,
Now (ouercharg'd with Loue) die for his owne;
Looke on those Nailes which pierce his Feete and Hands,
What a sharpe Diademe his Browes doth crowne?
Behold his pallid Face, his Eyes which sowne,
And what a Throng of Theeues him mocking stands.
Come forth yee empyrean Troupes, come forth,
Preserue this sacred Blood that Earth adornes,
Those liquid Roses gather off his Thornes,
O! to bee lost they bee of too much worth:
For streams, Iuice, Balm they are, which quẽch, kils, charms
Of God, Death, Hel, the wrath, the life, the harmes.
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