| O LIFE! what letts thee from a quicke decease? |
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| O death! what drawes thee from a present praye? |
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| My feast is done, my soule would be at ease, |
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| My grace is saide; O death! come take awaye. |
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| I live, but such a life as ever dyes; |
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| I dye, but such a death as never endes; |
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| My death to end my dying life denyes, |
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| And life my living death no whitt amends. |
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| Thus still I dye, yet still I do revive; |
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| My living death by dying life is fedd; |
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| Grace more then nature kepes my hart alive, |
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| Whose idle hopes and vayne desires are deade. |
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| Not where I breath, but where I love, I live; |
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| Not where I love, but where I am, I die; |
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| The life I wish, must future glory give, |
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| The deaths I feele in present daungers lye. |
