Divine raptvres or piety in poesie Digested Into a Queint Diversity of sacred fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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On a Spunge.
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On a Spunge.
The Spunge it selfe drinkes water till it swell it,But never empties till some strength expell it:
Lord, of our selves we're apt to soake in sinne,
But thou art faine to squeeze it out agin.
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