The third muse.
1
What if my frends doe mourne for me
And sobb, and sigh in moane;
What if my seed doe crie, and roare,
And greeue, and vvaile, and grone?
2
This vvhile my soule sees him that vvas
Once dead but novve doth liue,
And that for aye my Christ in god,
My lord that life doth giue.
3
What care I vvho doth shutt mine eies
Whē death doth make me see
As I am seene of god in Christ
And then vvith him shall be.
4
What if my life the vvorld doe not
Set out in vvords of fame
Whiles I liue vvith the god of life
What care I for the same.
5
If death shovvld still be foe to me
He harmes but my vvorst part,
My best part farre out of his reach
Scornes both his ruth, and dart.
6
And more then this my corps once dead
Feeles noe more sting of death,
But then my soule is free, and liues
In god by Christ his breath.
7
Novve then my soule sith thou dost beare
Tvvo things vvrapt vp in breast
Lett each part turne, and goe, & see
His seate, his scite, his rest.
3. Thought.
O god they that dvvelt in a darke
place by thee haue seene the light, & they
that vvalkt in the shade of death thou
hast brought them to the light vvith
great ioy, & peace.
Esay. 9. 2.
