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Doc: Brooke of Teares
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Whoe would haue thought there could haue bine
Whoe would have thought there could have bine
Such ioye in teares wept for our sinne
Such ioye in teares wept for our sinne
Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prou'de
Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prov'de
   the most and best of earthlye ioyes
   the most and best of earthlye ioyes
The sweet of loue, and being loude
The sweet of love, and being lovde
   maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike toyes
   maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike toyes
Yet this one teare wch nowe doth fall
Yet this one teare wch nowe doth fall
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   Thus lost in seas of woe
   Thus lost in seas of woe
       thus laden with my sinne
       thus laden with my sinne
       waues of dispayre dash in
       waves of dispayre dash in
   And threate myne overthrowe
   And threate myne overthrowe
What harte opprest wth such a weight
What harte opprest wth such a weight
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Yet as at sea in stormes men choose
Yet as at sea in stormes men choose
the shippe to saue, their goods to loose,  
the shippe to save, their goods to loose,  
   Soe in this fearefull storme
   Soe in this fearefull storme
       this danger to p^rvent
       this danger to p^rvent
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And drowne myne eyes to save my heart,
And drowne myne eyes to save my heart,


O god my god what shall I giue
O god my god what shall I give
To thee in thankes; I am and liue
To thee in thankes; I am and live
In thee, and thou dost safe p^rserue
In thee, and thou dost safe p^rserve
   My health my fame, my goods my rent
   My health my fame, my goods my rent
Thou makes me eate, whilst other sterue
Thou makes me eate, whilst other sterve
   And sing whilst other doth lament
   And sing whilst other doth lament
Such unto mee thy blessings are
Such unto mee thy blessings are
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Thou filst my harte wth humble ioye
Thou filst my harte wth humble ioye
   wth patience meeke, and fervent love
   wth patience meeke, and fervent love
(All other loues wch doth distroye)
(All other loves wch doth distroye)
   wth faith wch nothing can remove
   wth faith wch nothing can remove
And hope assur'd of heavens blisse
And hope assur'd of heavens blisse
This is my state thy grace is this
This is my state thy grace is this

Latest revision as of 18:23, 17 July 2017

Doc: Brooke of Teares

Whoe would have thought there could have bine Such ioye in teares wept for our sinne Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prov'de

  the most and best of earthlye ioyes

The sweet of love, and being lovde

  maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike toyes

Yet this one teare wch nowe doth fall In true delight exceeds them all

Indeed myne eyes at first lett in Those [gushes: crossed out] [gests: written above] that [did: written above] these woes begin Therefore myne Eyes in teares and greife

  Are iustlye drown'd but that those tears

Should comforte bringe, tis past beleife

  O God in this thy grace appeares

Thou that makes light from darknes spring Makst ioyes to weepe, and sadnes singe

O where am I, what maye I thinke Helpe, Helpe, Alas, my hart doth sinke

  Thus lost in seas of woe
     thus laden with my sinne
     waves of dispayre dash in
  And threate myne overthrowe

What harte opprest wth such a weight Can choose but sinke and perrish strange

Yet as at sea in stormes men choose the shippe to save, their goods to loose,

  Soe in this fearefull storme
     this danger to p^rvent
     before all hope be spent
  Ile choose the lesser harme

My teares to seas I will convert And drowne myne eyes to save my heart,

O god my god what shall I give To thee in thankes; I am and live In thee, and thou dost safe p^rserve

  My health my fame, my goods my rent

Thou makes me eate, whilst other sterve

  And sing whilst other doth lament

Such unto mee thy blessings are As though I weare thy only care

But O my god thou art more kinde When I looke inward on my mynde Thou filst my harte wth humble ioye

  wth patience meeke, and fervent love

(All other loves wch doth distroye)

  wth faith wch nothing can remove

And hope assur'd of heavens blisse This is my state thy grace is this