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| WEEPE not, but weepe; stint tears, shower eies; | |
| Cease sorrowes, yet begin lament: | |
| Weepe for your children and alies; | |
| Weepe not for me, ’tis tears mispent: | |
| Bewaile the offspring of your wombe, | 5 |
| Sentenc’d succeeding vengeance doome. | |
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| No cause you should my case bemone; | |
| My death’s the death of Death and Hell: | |
| Great cause you haue to weepe your owne, | |
| And rue the cittie where they dwell: | 10 |
| Know how to weepe when greefes complaine, | |
| Or teares and sighs are meerly vaine. | |
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| If this be done vnto the tree, | |
| Green in perfection’s perfect prime, | |
| In what state shall the barren bee | 15 |
| That’s iuicelesse, drie, and spent by time? | |
| When thus they fell downe fruitfull greene, | |
| Where shall the fruitlesse stock bee seene? | |
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| This was reply without demand | |
| To tongues, eies, hearts, mute, wet, and weake, | 20 |
| Vnlesse by teares we vnderstand | |
| That waterie eies haue power to speake: | |
| Their weeping spake to Iesus’ eares; | |
| He turn’d about, and answer’d teares. | |
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| Where sinne-stain’d Adam first was plast, | 25 |
| Three kind of trees were growing there: | |
| The first was for delicious tast, | |
| Fruitful, ordained food to beare: | |
| Life’s arbour next, which grace did fill; | |
| And knowledge-tree of good and ill. | 30 |
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| Where, sinne’s hie ransome, Iesus di’de, | |
| Three trees vpon that dunghill stood: | |
| One greene with grace; the other dri’de | |
| Bearing two theeues, the bad and good: | |
| In midst, the tree of life, the crosse, | 35 |
| Bare Adam’s guilt, restored his losse. | |
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| Great negligence, great loue and paines, | |
| First gardner had, last did supplie: | |
| His tree was watred from his veines; | |
| In Paradise they carelesse die: | 40 |
| His blood for his hath moisture bin; | |
| His thornes a hedge to guard it in. | |
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