Am found Eternal, and incorporate both,

Not to th extent of thir own Spheare. But say

Which God inspird, cannot together perish [ 785 ]

By which all Causes else according still

Bereaving sense, but endless miserie [ 810 ]

His hand to execute what his Decree

For angers sake, finite to infinite

Insensible, how glad would lay me down

Nor I on my part single, in mee all

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Impossible is held, as Argument [ 800 ]

O welcom hour whenever! why delayes

To serve him, thy reward was of his grace,

For though the Lord of all be infinite,

Be it so, for I submit, his doom is fair,

To the reception of thir matter act,

Of weakness, not of Power. Will he, draw out,

God made thee of choice his own, and of his own

That I must leave ye, Sons; O

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were I able

Strange contradiction, which to God himself

With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt

Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,

In punisht man, to satisfie his rigour

Wrath without end on Man whom Death must end?

All of me then shall die: let this appease

But I shall die a living Death? O thought

As in my Mothers lap! There I should rest

Of Life that sinnd; what dies but what had life [ 790 ]

And sin? the Bodie properly hath neither.

To perpetuitie; Ay me, that fear

That dust I am, and shall to dust returne: [ 770 ]

That Death be not one stroak, as I supposd,

Posteritie stands curst: Fair Patrimonie

Thy punishment then justly is at his Will.

The doubt, since humane reach no further knows.

And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more

But mortal doomd. How can

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he exercise

To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet [ 775 ]

With this corporeal Clod; then in the Grave,

Or in some other dismal place who knows

From this day onward, which I feel begun

Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man

Both in me, and without me, and so last

Why am I mockt with death, and lengthnd out

His Sentence beyond dust and Natures Law, [ 805 ]

To waste it all my self, and lea九九藏书网ve ye none! [ 820 ]

Fixd on this day? why do I overlive,

Can he make deathless Death? that were to make

Mortalitie my sentence, and be Earth

Comes thundring back with dreadful revolution

Satisfid never; that were to extend

Horrid, if true! yet why? it was but breath

Would Thunder in my ears, no fear of worse [ 780 ]

Is his wrauth also? be it, man is not so, [ 795 ]

On my defensless head; both Death and I [ 815 ]