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Lord! send thine hand
Unto my rescue, or I shall
Into mine own ambushments fall,
Which ready stand
To d' execution All,
Layd by self-love, O what
Love of our selves is that
That breeds such uproares in our better state?

2

I think I pass
A meadow guilt with Crimson showers,
Of the most rich and beauteous flowers,
Yet Thou, alas!
Espy'st what under lowers
Tast them, they're Poyson, lay
Thy self to rest, there stray
Whole knots of Snakes that solely wait for prey.

3

To dream of flight
Is more then madness, there will be
Either some strong necessitie
Or else delight,
To chain us, would we flee,
Thus do I wandring go
And cannot poysons know
From wholsome simples that beside them grow.

4

Blind that I am!
That do not see before mine eyes
These gaping dangers that arise
Ever the same,
Or in varieties
Far worse, how shall I scape
Or whether shall I leap.
Or with what comforts solace my hard hap?

5

Thou! who alone
Canst give assistance, send me aid,
Else shall I in those depths be laid,
And quickly thrown,
Whereof I am afraid,
Thou who canst stop the sea
In her mid-rage, stop me
Least from my self, my own self-ruine be.

Epigram 1.

Should'st thou not sometimes man in danger stand
Thy Lord would not so freely reach his hand,
But now he helps at need, thus do we see
That sometimes danger brings securitie.