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This is my play's last scene; here Heavens appoint
So fall my sins, that all may have their right,
At the round earth's imagirAl corners blow
'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace
Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
It faithful souls be aliKe glorify'd
As angels, then my father's soul doth see,
And adds this ev'n to full felicity,
That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstridc;
But if our minds to these souls be descry'd
By circumstances and by signs that be
Apparent in us not immediately,
How shall my mind's white truth by them be try'd?
They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,
And stile blasphemous conjurers to call
On Jesus' name, and Pharisaical
Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn,
O pensive Soul! to God, for he knows best
Thy grief, for he put it into my .breast.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
To God, in his stern wrath why threatens he?
0 God! oh! of thine only worthy blood,
I think it mercy if thou wilt forget.
Death ! be not proud, tho' some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death I nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. [men,
Thou'rt slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate
And dost with poison, war, and sickness, dwell, 10
And poppy' or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'stthou, then?
One short sleep past we wake.eternallr;
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. 14
Spit in mv face, you Jews, and pierce my side,