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The Present.
What shall I doe my God for thee?
Thee, that hast done so much for me.
For when I opened first the wombe to live
In this low soyle
Of sweate and toyle,
Thou didst the meanes and guidance give.
Thee, that hast done so much for me.
For when I opened first the wombe to live
In this low soyle
Of sweate and toyle,
Thou didst the meanes and guidance give.
My age is but a span or two,
A twist, which death can soone undoe:
A white, shot at by many an ayming dart,
A restlesse ball,
Banded by all,
Adversities that tosse a heart.
A twist, which death can soone undoe:
A white, shot at by many an ayming dart,
A restlesse ball,
Banded by all,
Adversities that tosse a heart.
Then search within me, and without,
Imploy thy notice round about:
Survey me well, and finde in which part lyes.
A thing so fit,
That I may it
Preferre to thee for sacrifice.
Imploy thy notice round about:
A thing so fit,
That I may it
Preferre to thee for sacrifice.
Though some present thee gold; or some
Rich Easterne smels, Myrrhe, Synamum,
Or some proclaime thee in a deeper straine,
Which dyes before,
'Tis twice read o're,
In its owne wombe, and tombe, their braine.
Rich Easterne smels, Myrrhe, Synamum,
Or some proclaime thee in a deeper straine,
Which dyes before,
'Tis twice read o're,
In its owne wombe, and tombe, their braine.
Let me bring thee, my God, a heart,
Entitled thine in every part,
Next that, a Verse like this, on which mine
Be longer set,
Than to forget,
That such a present thou shouldst fine.
Entitled thine in every part,
Next that, a Verse like this, on which mine
Be longer set,
Than to forget,
That such a present thou shouldst fine.
Let others, so with men their credites prove,
They show them wealth and wit; I thee my love,
They show them wealth and wit; I thee my love,
T. B.
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