Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...

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Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
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London :: Printed by James Cottrel,
1659.
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Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33473.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.

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OH how it blinds all mortal wits to pry Into a time when all was Trinity! Next Angels, Men, Heav'n, Earth, Hell, Sea, were one Coagulted Chaos, form'd alone Out of meer nothing, by the Tri-Une God, VVho for his glory, on them all bestow'd Their beings: but to Man alone did give A means (when dead) whereby he might revive In Gods own glory (if he sought it here) VVho slights that love of his Crearor dear.

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Lord make us once again; or better 'twere We nothing had remain'd, as first we were: Better for us indeed, but one to thee, Who wilt have glory, though we damned be.
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