 | Pietatis Lachrymae Teares of deuotion |  |
Doloris finis gaudium.
My heauy soule haue patience with thy selfe,
The tydes wil turne the ebbe may haule a flow
A Ship sometime may run vpon the shelfe,
And yet be saued from her ouer-throw.
The tydes wil turne the ebbe may haule a flow
A Ship sometime may run vpon the shelfe,
And yet be saued from her ouer-throw.
Say that thy griefes doe gripe thee euery houre,
While that thy life is neere the point to dye:
And weakned nature hardly hath the power,
To beare the burthen of thy miserie.
While that thy life is neere the point to dye:
And weakned nature hardly hath the power,
To beare the burthen of thy miserie.
Yet, doe thou know, thy sinfull soule deserueth,
Farre greater death, if Iustice doe thee right:
And know withall that mercie still preserueth,
A Sunney blessing for the faithful sight.
Farre greater death, if Iustice doe thee right:
And know withall that mercie still preserueth,
A Sunney blessing for the faithful sight.
Where thou shalt finde that all the worlds annoy,
Is farre vnworthy of the smallest ioy.
Is farre vnworthy of the smallest ioy.
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