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The Church.
But when I thus dispute and grieve,
  I do resume my sight,
And pilfring what I once did give,
  Disseize thee of thy right.

How know I, if thou shouldst me raise,
  That I should then raise thee?
Perhaps great places and thy praise
  Do not so well agree.

Wherefore unto my gift I stand;
  I will no more advise:
Onely do thou lend me a hand,
  Since thou hast both mine eyes.


¶ Justice.

I Cannot skill of these thy wayes.
Lord, thou didst make me, yet thou woundest me;
Lord, thou dost wound me, yet thou dost relieve me:
Lord, thou relievest, yet I die by thee:
Lord, thou dost kill me, yet thou dost reprieve me.

But when I mark my life and praise,
Thy justice me most fitly payes:
For, I do praise thee, yet I praise thee not:
My prayers mean thee, yet my prayers stray:
I would do well, yet sinne the hand hath got:
My soul doth love thee, yet it loves delay.
I cannot skill of these my wayes.


¶ Charms and Knots.

WHo reade a chapter when they rise,
Shall ne're be troubled with ill eyes.

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