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Since She whome I lovd, hath payd her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead And her Soule early into heauen rauished, Wholy in heauenly things my Mind is sett. Here the admyring her my Mind did whett 5 To seeke thee God; so streames do shew the head, But though I haue found thee/and thou my thirst hast fed, A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett. But why should I begg more Love, when as thou Dost woe my Soule, for hers offring all thine: 10 And dost not only feare least I allow My Love to Saints and Angels, things diuine, But in thy tender iealosy dost doubt Least the World, fleshe, yea Deuill putt thee out. 18. Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and cleare. What is it She, which on the other Shore Goes richly painted? Or which rob'd and tore Laments and mournes in Germany and here? Sleepes She a thousand, then peepes vp one yeare? 5 Is She selfe truth and errs? now new, now'outwore? Doth She,'and did She, and shall She evermore On one, on Seauen, or on no hill appeare? Dwells She with vs, or like adventuring knights First trauaile we to seeke and then make Love? 10 Betray kind husband thy Spouse to our Sights, And let myne amorous Soule court thy mild Dove, Who is most trew, and pleasing to thee, then When She'is embrac'd and open to most Men. WESTMORELAND SEQUENCE Since She whome I lovd, hath payd her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead And her Soule early into heauen rauished, Wholy in heauenly things my Mind is sett. Here the admyring her my Mind did whett 5 To seeke thee God; so streames do shew the head, But though I haue found thee,'and thou my thirst hast fed, A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett. But why should I begg more Love, when as thou Dost woe my Soule, for hers offring all thine: 10 And dost not only feare least I allow My Love to Saints and Angels, things diuine, But in thy tender iealosy dost doubt Least the World, fleshe, yea Deuill putt thee out. 18. Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and cleare. What is it She, which on the other Shore Goes richly painted? Or which rob'd and tore Laments and mournes in Germany and here? Sleepes She a thousand, then peepes vp one yeare? 5 Is She selfe truth and errs? now new, now'outwore? Doth She,'and did She, and shall She evermore On one, on Seauen, or on no hill appeare? Dwells She with vs, or like adventuring knights First trauaile we to seeke and then make Love? 10 Betray kind husband thy Spouse to our Sights, And let myne amorous Soule court thy mild Dove, Who is most trew, and pleasing to thee, then When She'is embrac'd and open to most Men. WESTMORELAND SEQUENCE ...

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