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The BACKSLIDERS Recantation; Or, A Farewel to the World.
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False-hearted World farewel! go to! I findThee too unkind:
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With thee all day:
But thou didst cog the Dice: I (to my shame)
Lost every Game:
Thy Stakes were Pleasures, and deceitful Toys:
Mine were True-coine, full weight, large, Solid Joys.
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Now thou hast got all that I had, I see,Thou slightest mee.
Thou wast wont to embrace me kindly; and
Give me thy Hand.
With many promises of Love, but Lo!
Thou art my Fo!
Though all my Serious Thoughts (good Company)
(Fool that I was!) I left to follow Thee.
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But I'le Return to Them again: I'le romeNo more from Home:
The Mind that Staies within shall ne're complain
Of Wind or Rain,
Of Care or Grief: for Storms shake onely Breasts
That seek their Rests
Without doors, where is nought but Toile; as though
To be kept warm, they'de lie on Beds of Snow:
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Great God! I leave the World, and come To Thee:Open to Mee.
I Knock! O let me Find thy Throne of Grace,
I Seek thy Face!
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Be Born agen.
Christ's Bloud shall be my Life: The WORD (that can
Call up the Dead) is Breath to the New Man.
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