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That Persecutors of Truth, are their owne Tormentors.
If
Vertues Sonnes be plagu'd with Vices Broode,
(sith they, by Nature, still doe disagree)
It's for the vicious plague, and vertuous good;
which both shall here, or else-where, shortly see.
(sith they, by Nature, still doe disagree)
It's for the vicious plague, and vertuous good;
which both shall here, or else-where, shortly see.
If our good life, our Enemies encrease,
that bad encrease, in that great good, is drown'd;
Who fight against themselues, but for our Peace;
and, through our Weeds, their Hearts and Soules do wound!
that bad encrease, in that great good, is drown'd;
Who fight against themselues, but for our Peace;
and, through our Weeds, their Hearts and Soules do wound!
Our Sauiour, through his Death, did Death subdue,
to make vs conquer by enduring strife:
Then, what though They, to Death, doe vs pursue,
when, through our Death, they dye to giue vs life?
But with such proofes, none but such Saints are prou'd
That of his Iudge, in death, was fear'd and lou'd.
to make vs conquer by enduring strife:
Then, what though They, to Death, doe vs pursue,
when, through our Death, they dye to giue vs life?
But with such proofes, none but such Saints are prou'd
That of his Iudge, in death, was fear'd and lou'd.
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