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Whoe would have thought there could have bine | Whoe would have thought there could have bine | ||
Such | Such ioye in teares wept for our sinne | ||
Myne eye hath seene my heart hath | Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prov'de | ||
the most and best of earthlye | the most and best of earthlye ioyes | ||
The sweet of | The sweet of love, and being lovde | ||
maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike | maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike toyes | ||
Yet this one teare | Yet this one teare wch nowe doth fall | ||
In true delight exceeds them all | |||
Indeed myne eyes at first lett in | Indeed myne eyes at first lett in | ||
Those [ | Those [gushes: crossed out] [gests: written above] that [did: written above] these woes begin | ||
Therefore myne Eyes in teares and greife | Therefore myne Eyes in teares and greife | ||
Are iustlye drown'd but that those tears | Are iustlye drown'd but that those tears | ||
Should comforte bringe, | Should comforte bringe, tis past beleife | ||
O God in this thy grace appeares | O God in this thy grace appeares | ||
Thou that makes light from darknes spring | Thou that makes light from darknes spring | ||
Makst ioyes to weepe, and sadnes singe | |||
O where am I, what | O where am I, what maye I thinke | ||
Helpe, Helpe, Alas, my hart doth sinke | Helpe, Helpe, Alas, my hart doth sinke | ||
Thus lost in seas of woe | Thus lost in seas of woe | ||
thus laden with my sinne | |||
waves 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 | ||
Can choose but sinke and perrish strange | |||
Yet as at sea in stormes men choose | Yet as at sea in stormes men choose | ||
the shippe to | 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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O god my god what shall I give | O god my god what shall I give | ||
To thee in thankes; I am and live | To thee in thankes; I am and live | ||
In thee, and thou dost safe p^ | 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 | 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 | ||
As though I weare thy only care | 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 | |||
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