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The H. Scriptures. I.
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart
Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain,
Precious for any grief in any part;
To cleare the breast, to mollifie all pain.
Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain,
Precious for any grief in any part;
To cleare the breast, to mollifie all pain.
Thou art all health, health thriving, till it make
A full eternitie: thou art a masse
Of strange delights, where we may wish & take
Ladies, look here; this is the thankfull glasse,
A full eternitie: thou art a masse
Of strange delights, where we may wish & take
Ladies, look here; this is the thankfull glasse,
That mends the lookers eyes: this is the well
That washes what it shows. Who can indear
Thy praise too much? thou art heav'ns lieger here
Working against the states of death and hell.
That washes what it shows. Who can indear
Thy praise too much? thou art heav'ns lieger here
Working against the states of death and hell.
Thou art joyes handsell: heav'n lies flat in thee,
Subject to ev'ry mounters bended knee.
Subject to ev'ry mounters bended knee.
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