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A RESEMBLANCE OF MARTYRS.

Before the craggy flint
Meetes with the hardned steel,
It seemes not to conteyne,
The vertue it conteynes,
But when it doth the stroke
Of swift encountring feel,
Eu'n then the force apeeres,
That hid in it remaines,
Right so resolued myndes,
Through wicked fortunes wheel,
Encountring with mishap,
And feeling bitter paynes,
Make fyre of sacred loue,
From ardent zeal proceed:
VVhich mounting vp to heau'n,
Doth all the Starres exceed.