That, being gone, here yov may find
What was your liueing mother’s mind.
Make vse of what I leaue in Loue
And God shall blesse yov from above.
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I waked was with thund’ring noiseAnd piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.That fearful sound of ‘Fire!’ and ‘Fire!’Let no man know is my desire.I, starting up, the light did spy,And to my God my heart did cryTo strengthen me in my distressAnd not to leave me succorless.Then, coming out, beheld a spaceThe flame consume my dwelling…
If ever two were one, then surely we.
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If ever two were one, then surely we.
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When feares and sorrowes me besett,
When heart did faint and spirits quail,Thou comforts me about.Thou rais’st him vp I feard to loose,Regau’st me him again:Distempers thou didst chase away;With strenght didst him sustain.My thankfull heart, with Pen recordThe Goodnes of thy God;Let thy obedience testefyeHe taught thee by his rod.And with his staffe did thee support,That thou by both may’st…
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
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