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Latworth upon his | |||
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My God I speake it from a full assuraunce | |||
faith shall avowe Clyme by appropriation | |||
My God that holds my spirrit debter in duraunce | |||
fettered with sinne, and shackeled wth temptation | |||
Deere for thy mercye soone enlarge mee | |||
Nor sinne, nor Hell, nor ought besyde shall charg. mee | |||
My sowle maye now begonne unto her maker | |||
Maer of her, but not of her Infection. | |||
for that's her owne when Gods love doth forsake her | |||
finall forsakinge is not in election [Imge?] | |||
for whereby grace, God once shall make his [dnel?] | |||
There maye bee smityng but ther is noe fellinge | |||
Eearth what art thou? A Poynt, A sencelesse Centure | |||
freinds what are you? An ages trusted tryall | |||
Life what art thou? A dailye doubtfull venture | |||
Death what art yu? A better lifes repiall | |||
flesh wt art yu? A loose untempered morter | |||
Sicknes what art thou! heavens churlish Porte | |||
Sweet Jesu bidd thy Porter then admitte mee | |||
I hold this life, and lives delight in lothinge | |||
If ought be one my backe that doth not fill mee | |||
Stripp mee of all & give mee bridall, Clothinge | |||
Soe shall I bee received by mee Liueris | |||
And Prisoner Sowle shall Joye at Jaile-[deliuly?] | |||
Doct: [Datworth?] m Hiberma interfectus | |||
Revision as of 02:17, 6 July 2017
Docter Latworth upon his deathbed
My God I speake it from a full assuraunce faith shall avowe Clyme by appropriation My God that holds my spirrit debter in duraunce fettered with sinne, and shackeled wth temptation Deere for thy mercye soone enlarge mee Nor sinne, nor Hell, nor ought besyde shall charg. mee
My sowle maye now begonne unto her maker Maer of her, but not of her Infection. for that's her owne when Gods love doth forsake her finall forsakinge is not in election [Imge?] for whereby grace, God once shall make his [dnel?] There maye bee smityng but ther is noe fellinge
Eearth what art thou? A Poynt, A sencelesse Centure freinds what are you? An ages trusted tryall Life what art thou? A dailye doubtfull venture Death what art yu? A better lifes repiall flesh wt art yu? A loose untempered morter Sicknes what art thou! heavens churlish Porte
Sweet Jesu bidd thy Porter then admitte mee I hold this life, and lives delight in lothinge If ought be one my backe that doth not fill mee Stripp mee of all & give mee bridall, Clothinge Soe shall I bee received by mee Liueris And Prisoner Sowle shall Joye at Jaile-[deliuly?] Doct: [Datworth?] m Hiberma interfectus