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Eleg. 44.
[From passion thus to passion could I run]
From passion thus to passion could I run,Till I had over-run a world of words,
My Muse might she be heard would n'er have done,
The subject matter infinite affords,
But there's a mean in all; with too much grieving
We must not of Gods providence despaire,
Like cursed Pagans, or men unbeleeving.
'Tis true, the Hopes that we have lost were faire:
But we beheld him with an outward eye,
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Yet God saw more, whose secrets none can spie,
And finds another whom we lesse esteem'd:
So Iesses eldest sonnes had most renown,
But little David did obtain the Crown.
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