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16 I I. Death be not proud, though some haue called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for thou art not so. For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Dy not poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe which but thy pictures bee, 5 Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of ther bones, and Soules deliueree. Thou art Slaue to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperat men, And dost with poyson, warr, and sicknesse dwell; 10 And Poppy or Charmes can make vs sleepe as well, And easier then thy stroke, why swellst thou then? One short sleepe past, we live eternally And Death shalbe no more, Death thou shallt dy. 12. Wilt thou love God, as he, thee? then digest My Soule, this holsome meditation: How God the Spirit by Angels wayted on In heauen; doth make his temple in thy brest. The father hauing begott a Sonne most blest, 5 And still begetting, (for he nere begonne) Hath daignd to chuse thee by adoption Coheir to his glory'and Saboths endles rest. And as a robd Man, which by search doth find His stolne stuffe sold, must loose or buy'it againe; 10 The Sonne of glory came downe and was slaine Vs, whom he'had made, and Satan stole, to'vnbind. 'Twas much that Man was made like God before, But that God should be made like Man much more. TEXTS AND ApPARATUSES 16 II. Death be not proud, though some haue called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for thou art not so. For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Dy not poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe which but thy pictures bee, 5 Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of ther bones, and Soules deliueree. Thou art Slaue to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperat men, And dost with poyson, warr, and sicknesse dwell; 10 And Poppy or Charmes can make vs sleepe as well, And easier then thy stroke, why swellst thou then? One short sleepe past, we live eternally And Death shalbe no more, Death thou shallt dy. 12. Wilt thou love God, as he, thee? then digest My Soule, this holsome meditation: How God the Spirit by Angels wayted on In heauen; doth make his temple in thy brest. The father hauing begott a Sonne most blest, 5 And still begetting, (for he nere begonne) Hath daignd to chuse thee by adoption Coheir to his glory'and Saboths endles rest. And as a robd Man, which by search doth find His stolne stuffe sold, must loose or buy'it againe; 10 The Sonne of glory came downe and was slaine Vs, whom he'had made, and Satan stole, to'vnbind. 'Twas much that Man was made like God before, But that God should be made like Man much more. TEXTS AND ApPARATUSES ...

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