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Brooke of Teares | Doc: Brooke of Teares | ||
Whoe would | Whoe would haue thought there could haue bine | ||
Such joye in teares | Such joye in teares wept for our sinne | ||
Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prou'de | Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prou'de | ||
the most and best of earthlye joyes | the most and best of earthlye joyes | ||
The sweet of loue, and being loude | The sweet of loue, and being loude | ||
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] {illegible: 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 joyes 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 | |||
waues 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 | Can choose but sinke and perrish strange | ||
Yet as at sea in stormes men choose | Yet as at sea in stormes men choose | ||
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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 | O god my god what shall I giue | ||
To thee in thankes; I am and | To thee in thankes; I am and liue | ||
In thee, and thou dost safe p^ | In thee, and thou dost safe p^rserue | ||
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 sterue | ||
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But O my god thou art more kinde | But O my god thou art more kinde | ||
When I looke inward on my mynde | When I looke inward on my mynde | ||
Thou filst my harte wth humble ioye | |||
wth patience | wth patience meeke, and fervent love | ||
All other loues wch doth distroye | (All other loues wch doth distroye) | ||
wth faith wch nothing can remove | wth faith wch nothing can remove | ||
And hope | And hope assur'd of heavens blisse | ||
This is my state thy grace is this | This is my state thy grace is this |
Revision as of 17:16, 15 July 2017
Doc: Brooke of Teares
Whoe would haue thought there could haue bine Such joye in teares 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 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] {illegible: 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 joyes 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 waues 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 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 giue To thee in thankes; I am and liue In thee, and thou dost safe p^rserue
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
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 loues wch doth distroye)
wth faith wch nothing can remove
And hope assur'd of heavens blisse This is my state thy grace is this