Tixall Poetry.
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And when the rights devine are past,
To pleasant gardins we will hast.
To pleasant gardins we will hast.
Pulcheria.
Canst thou, Marina, leave the world,
The world that is devotions bane,
Wher crownes are tost, and scepters hurl'd,
Wher lust, and proud ambitions raigne?
Canst thou, Marina, leave the world,
The world that is devotions bane,
Wher crownes are tost, and scepters hurl'd,
Wher lust, and proud ambitions raigne?
Canst thou thy costly robes forbeare,
To live with us in poore attire?
Canst thou from courts to cells repaire,
To sing att midnight in the quire?
To live with us in poore attire?
Canst thou from courts to cells repaire,
To sing att midnight in the quire?
Canst thou forget the golden bed,
Wher thou mightst sleep beyond the morne,
On matts to lay thy royall head,
And have thy beauteous tresses shorne?
Wher thou mightst sleep beyond the morne,
On matts to lay thy royall head,
And have thy beauteous tresses shorne?
Canst thou resolve to fast all day,
And weepe and groane to be forgiven?
Canst thou in broken slumbers pray,
And by afflictions merit heaven?
And weepe and groane to be forgiven?
Canst thou in broken slumbers pray,
And by afflictions merit heaven?
