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Quid Amabilius.
If I must needs DiscoverI am in Love: be Christ again my Lover,
And let His Passion bring
My Actions to their touch and censuring:
Who in this world was born,
Liv'd in it, and was put to death with scorn,
That I to Sin might die
Being born again, so live eternally:
Thus I'l no longer make
Addresses to my Glass for this Curles sake,
Or that quaint garb, whereby
I may enchanted be with flattery:
Nor on Luxurious vow,
Becircling Rose-buds seek to Gird my brow;
But with a melting thought
Bring home that Ransom whereat I was bought,
In Contemplation
Of that same Platted Crown He once had on.
And when my Glove or Shoo
Want Ribbond, Call for th' Nails that pierc'd Him too:
Else farther to be drest,
Borrow the Tincture of His naked brest:
Nor wash, but in Soul Pride,
Then use no other bason than His Side:
So, up and ready, think
How He, for Me, low in the grave did sink,
That I again might rise
With Him, who was both Priest and Sacrifice,
To make atonement in
The Difference 'twixt his Fathers wrath, Mans sin;
Whereto it must remain,
That I through Faith requite this love again.
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