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Chapter XIX.
[verse 1 2] AVant destroier with thy hungry iawes,
Thy thirsty heart, thy longing ashie bones,
The righteous liue, they be not in thy lawes,
Nor subiects to thy deepe oppressing mones.
Let it suffice that we haue seene thy show,
And tasted but the shadow of thy woe.
Yet stay and bring thy empty car againe,
More ashie vessells do attend thy pace,
More passengers expect thy comming waine,
More groaning pilgrimes long to see thy face:
Wrath now attends the passage of misdeeds,
And thou shalt still be stor'd with soules that bleeds,
[verse 3] Some lie halfe dead, while others dig their graues,
With weake-forst teares, to moyst a long-drie ground
But teares on teares, in time will make whole waues,
To bury sin with ouerwhelming sound:
Their eies for mattocks serue, their teares for spades,
And they them selues, are sextons by their trades.
What is their fee? lament, their paiment? woe,
Their labour? waile, their practise? miserie,
And can their conscience serue to labour so,
Yes, yes, because it helpeth villanie:
Though eies did stand in teares, and teares in eyes,
They did another folishnes deuise.