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Makes joyes to weepe, and sadnes singe | Makes joyes to weepe, and sadnes singe | ||
O where am I, what may I thinke, | O where am I, what may I thinke, | ||
Helpe, Helpe, Alas, my hart doth sinke, | |||
Thus lost in seas of woe | |||
this laden with my sinne | |||
waves of dispayre dash in | |||
And threate myne overthrowe | |||
What harte opprest wth such a weight | |||
[]an thoose but sinke and perrish strange | |||
Yet as at sea in stormes men choose | |||
the shippe to saue, 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^rserns | |||
My health my fame, my goods my rent | |||
Thou makes me eate, whilst other sterue | |||
And sing whilst other doth lament | |||
Such unto mee thy blessings are | |||
As though I weare thy only care |
Revision as of 09:42, 8 July 2017
Brooke of Teares
Whoe would have thought there could have bine Such joye in teares as wept for our sinne Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prou'de
the most and best of earthlye joyes
The sweet of loue, and being loude
maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike
Yet this one teare with none doth fall An true delight exceeds them all
Indeed myne eyes at first lett in Those [gushed: crossed out] {illegible: written above] that [ ] these woes begin Therefore myne Eyes in teares and greife
Are iustlye drown'd but that those tears
Should comforte bringe, his past beliefe,
O God in this thy grace appeares
Thou that makes light from darknes spring Makes joyes to weepe, and sadnes singe
O where am I, what may I thinke, Helpe, Helpe, Alas, my hart doth sinke,
Thus lost in seas of woe this laden with my sinne waves of dispayre dash in And threate myne overthrowe
What harte opprest wth such a weight []an thoose but sinke and perrish strange
Yet as at sea in stormes men choose the shippe to saue, 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^rserns
My health my fame, my goods my rent
Thou makes me eate, whilst other sterue
And sing whilst other doth lament
Such unto mee thy blessings are As though I weare thy only care