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Shee reached wine in Babilonish challice [in margin: Spungia] whose golden show and sweet tast, shred up mirth able to exponge all goodnes from the earth My sydes shee peirces w[i]th sharpe iests & toyes [in margin: Lancea] whence flowes a streame of laughter & vayne ioyes w[hi]ch my fond soule in ruddy mirth doth dye and when I thus am lifted upp on highe [in margin: Suffragiu[m]] Insteed of those should mocke my sinnes w[i]th shame her parasites about me round p[ro]claime My seeming sparkes of goodnes, Iesu see The world hath crucifyed mee thus to thee O save mee for if thus I dye or sincke Where shee would bury mee I quake to thinke
Redeeme me Savior while I yett have breathe And lett me not goe laughing thus to deathe [in margin: Flagellum] Thou that thy Temple w[i]th a whipp didst purge Soe wounding cure me if thou please & scourge These robbers from mee, cast them forth & lash Till they unloade mee, and take hence their trash [in margin: onus] Insteed whereof impose thy yoake I praye To deeme againe, and set mee in thy waye [in margin: via] That upp thy steepe mount I maye followe fast And gather breath by goinge till at last Wth saints to comp[re]hend I maye have strength Wt is the glorious height, depth, breadth & length And knowe the love of thee wch is exprest By laying thy sweet Crosse where thou lovest best [in margin: crux] sweet Crosse whose height is great omnipotens whose depth inscrutable, is sapience Whose breadth is Charitye ore all extending Whose length eternitye blest w[i]thout ending [in margin: Spinæ] But give me first Compunction for my sinne Next sorrowe for the ill estate my neighbors in Lastlye a zealous Goad of emulation To doe whats right before thee, and soe fashion of these three peircing Twiggs a Crowne of thorne ffor mee, as thou and all thy saints hath worne [in margin: Officio] then nayle my ffeete and hands & make them tarry That I thy servant maye thy image carrye And everye daye, thine, and my suffering mixe Until I growe a p[er]fect Crucifixe Make me abstayne from sinns, yt have p[re]vayl'd And I shall thinke my left hand thou hast nayl'd Next graunt that I all accons [actions] just may doe And I shall deeme my right hand fixed too Nayle