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[Yet reade at last the storie of my Woe]
Yet reade at last the storie of my Woe,The drerie abstracts of my endlesse Cares,
With my Life's Sorrow interlined so,
Smoak'd with my Sighes, and blotted with my Teares;
The sad Memorialls of my Miseries,
Pen'd in the griefe of mine afflicted Ghost,
My Lives complaint in dolefull Elegies,
With so pure Love, as Time could never boast;
Receive the Incense which I offer here,
By my strong Faith ascending to thy Fame,
My Zeale, my Hope, my Vowes, my Prayse, my Pray'r,
My Soule's Oblations to thy sacred Name:
Which Name my Muse to highest Heav'ns shall rayse,
By chaste Desire, true Love, and vertuous Prayse.
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