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Abel redevivus

or, The dead yet speaking. The Lives and Deaths of the Moderne Divines. Written by severall able and learned Men (whose names ye shall finde in the Epistle to the Reader.) And now digested into one Volumne, for the benefit and satisfaction of all those that desire to be acquainted with the Paths of Piety and Virtve [by Thomas Fuller]
 

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The Life and Death of Wolfangus Musculus.
 
 
 
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The Life and Death of Wolfangus Musculus.


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[This life is done, cold Death doth summon me]

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

This life is done, cold Death doth summon me:
A life eternall I expect from thee
My Saviour Christ: why dost thou fear my Dove?
He will conduct thee to his throne above.
Forsake this body, this corrupted creature:
Thy God will change it to a better nature.
Dost thou abound with sin? I do confesse
That thou art guilty, and dost oft transgresse.
But Christ his blood doth wash and cleanse all those,
That can themselves in him by Faith repose.
Doth Death appeare an object full of horror,
Both ugly, ghastly, and not wanting terror.
I do confesse it, but that life againe
Which followes death doth take away that paine.
Unto which life we called are by Christ;
Then do no longer O my soule resist,
But yeeld thou with all cheerfulnesse to dwell
With him triumphing or'e Death, Sin and Hell.

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['Twas neither fear nor danger, could estrange]
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

'Twas neither fear nor danger, could estrange
Undaunted Musculus, or make him change
His resolutions; nothing could prevaile
Against the bulwarkes of his Fort, or scale
His wel arm'd thought; he would (in spight of those
That were so barbarous to be his Foes)
Proclaim the Truth, and would not let it rest
(Untill discover'd) in his serious brest:
He liv'd Gods faithfull Factor here below,
To send him souls to heav'n, and to bestow
That talent he had gave him that he might
When's Master call'd, cast his accounts aright.