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My soule maye now become unto her maker | My soule maye now become unto her maker | ||
Maker of her, but not of her infection. | Maker of her, but not of her infection. | ||
ffor that's her [ | ffor that's her [alone?] when Gods love doth forsake her | ||
ffinall forsakinge is not in election | ffinall forsakinge is not in election | ||
ffor whereby grace, God once shall make his | ffor whereby grace, God once shall make his dwellinge | ||
There maye bee | There maye bee smityng but there is noe fellinge | ||
Earth what art thou? A Poynt, a senclelse Centure | Earth what art thou? A Poynt, a senclelse Centure | ||
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Soe shall I bee received by mee Liveris | Soe shall I bee received by mee Liveris | ||
And prisoner soule shall joye at jaile-delivry | And prisoner soule shall joye at jaile-delivry | ||
Doct: Batworth | Doct: Batworth in Hibernia interfectus | ||
FINIS | FINIS | ||
Revision as of 02:39, 6 July 2017
Docter Batworth upon his death bed
My God I speake it from a full assurance ffaith shall avoid clayme by appropriation My God that holds my spirrit debter in duraunce ffettered with sinne, and shackled with temptation Deare for thy mercye soone enlarge mee not sinne, not hell, not ought beside shall [charge?] mee
My soule maye now become unto her maker Maker of her, but not of her infection. ffor that's her [alone?] when Gods love doth forsake her ffinall forsakinge is not in election ffor whereby grace, God once shall make his dwellinge There maye bee smityng but there is noe fellinge
Earth what art thou? A Poynt, a senclelse Centure ffreinds what are you? An ages trusted tryall Life what art thou? A dailye doubtfull venture Death what art yu? A better lifes repiall fflesh wt art yu? A loose untempered morter Sickness what art thou. heavens churlish porter
Sweet Jesu bidd they porter then admitte mee I hold this life and lives delight in loathinge I fought be one my back that doth not fill mee Stripp mee of all, & give mee bridall, clothinge Soe shall I bee received by mee Liveris And prisoner soule shall joye at jaile-delivry Doct: Batworth in Hibernia interfectus FINIS