 | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule |  |
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The poore Suppliant being visited with a grieuous sicknes, sheweth how he languisheth in all the corporall parts & members of his body, but especially with the torture of his conscience for sinne, and at the last prayeth that God would take from him this heauie yoake of miseries.
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O Lord giue eare to my complaint,attend my teares & heare my cry
My sinnewes shrinck, my limes do faint,
I languish in my malady.
2
My bones are broke, my flesh gon quitmy strength in euery part doth faile:
My thighes grow thin, dim'd is my sight
my leggs & feete, with weaknes quaile.
3
My tongue doth faulter in my head,my spr'its faint, my hands do shake:
With paine and ach, I tosse in bed,
my vaines are stiffe, mine hart doth ake.
4
My bodie is with griefe opprest,noe place, noe part, is free from anguish
I grieue and groane and, take no rest,
I faint, I swoune, I fall, I languish.
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I liue, but dying euery houre,my glasse of time is almost run:
I fade away as doth a floure,
that withers with the heate of sunne.
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I liue and die yet not with death,I lingring liue, yet dead with sinne:
Condemn'd to die yet draw my breath,
in such confusion liue I in.
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As if all tortures due for sinne,were euery minute laid on mee:
Horrors with-out, and hell with-in,
and all thiese things thine eie doth see
8
I charge not Heauen, I blame not earthbut of this one thing am assured:
That flesh and world, the diuell my birth
and faults not fates, haue this procured
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Lord for thy building thou dost square mee,with many a strong and sturdy stroake
When thy will is, O Lord do spare mee,
and take from me this heauie yoake.
FINIS.
| The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | |