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The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Bitter-sweet

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¶ Bitter-sweet.

Ah my deare angrie Lord!Since thou dost love, yet strike;Cast down, yet help afford;Sure I will do the like.
I will complain, yet praise;I will bewail, approve:And all my sowre-sweet dayesI will lament, and love.