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XVI. Fly from the world
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Fly from the world O flye thou poore distrest,Where thy diseased soule infects thy soule,
And where thy thoughts doe multiply vnrest, Tiring with wishes what they straight controule,
O world, O world betrayer of the minde,
O thoughts, O thoughts that guide vs being blinde.
O thoughts that guide vs being blinde, that guide vs being blinde.
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Come therefore care, conduct me to my end,And steere this shipwrackt carkasse to the graue:
My sighes a strange and stedfast winde shall lend,
Teares wet the sailes, Repentance from rocks saue.
Haile death, haile death, the land I doe discry,
Strike saile, goe soule, rest followes them that dye.
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