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Song.

Deep as the Earth Decline your Ray,
your Glories burie there;
It is not meet the Guilty Day
should ever wear a Vestment cleer.
Since what should make it fair leaves to appear.
But from the Center of your Souls,
draw forth your Griefs and die,
He still his Enemy Controuls,
that makes his Death his Remedie;
For Resolution slights Extreamitie.
Or in your Closets mould away,
where there is onely Room
Enough, to raise your selves a Tomb
there, leave your Epitaphs to pray
The Day the Night may overcome,
To welcome your Deliverance home.