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Yea all thy days thou wreſtle muſt
do not thyſelf beguile.
This foe will not be ſoon o'ercome
and wholly vanquiſh'd be;
Though worſted yet it really will
return again to thee.
This world may prove like cutting off
the hideous Hydra's head
Which cut off ſtill ſtandeth up
another in its ſtead.
So when that thou mayeſt think thy ſins;
are mortiſied and ſlain,
Its wounds may heal, and then it will
recover ſtrength again,
And tho' that ſometimes thou be beat,
thou muſt not quit the field,
Nor with theſe foes thou never muſe,
at all be reconcil'd.
No peace nor parley thou muſt take,
no quarters thou muſt give,
Nor never muſt thou ſuffer it,
in peace with thee to live
As long as ſin doth in thee live,
which will be all thy life,
Thou muſt oppoſe thyſelf to it,
death only ends thy ſtrife
Thus fight thou muſt, before that thou,
this kingdom can'ſt inherit,
As earneſtly as if thou could,
it purchaſe by thy merit.
Yet unto all thy pains and toils,
thou as deny'd muſt be,
As nothing thou had'ſt done, O thou,
is great difficulty.
