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¶ A Dialogue-Antheme.

Christian.Death.

Chr.Alas, poore Death, where is thy glorie?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?

Dea.Alas poore mortall, void of storie,
Go spell and reade how I have kill'd thy King.

Chr.Poore death! and who was hurt thereby?
Thy curse being laid on him, makes thee accurst.

Dea.Let losers talk: yet thou shalt die;
These arms shall crush thee. Chr. Spare not, do thy worst.
I shall be one day better then before:
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.

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¶ The Water-course.

Thou who dost dwell and linger here below,
Since the condition of this world is frail,
Where of all plants afflictions soonest grow;
If troubles overtake thee, do not wail:
For who can look for lesse, that loveth $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$Life?/Strife?

But rather turn the pipe, and waters course
To serve thy sinnes, and furnish thee with store
Of sov'raigne tears, springing from true remorse:
That so in purenesse thou mayst him adore,
Who gives to man, as he sees fit, $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$Salvation./Damnation.

¶ Self-