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147.O21.007  My fortunes, and my choyce this Custome breake
147.O21.008  W%M wee are speechlesse growne, to make stones speake,
147.O21.009  Though no stone tell thee w%5t%6: I was; yet thow
147.O21.010  in my graues inside; seest w%5t%6 wee are now
147.O21.011  Yet wee are not so good till vs death lay
147.O21.012  till ripe and mellow heere; wee are stubborne clay
147.O21.013  Parentes makes vs earth; & soules dignify;
147.O21.014  Vs to be glasse, heere to grow gold wee lye;
147.O21.015  Whilst in o%5r%6 soules sinne bred and pampered is
147.O21.016  o%5r%6 soules become wormeaten Carcasses
147.O21.017  so wee o%5r%6 selues miraculously destroy;
147.O21.018  heer bodyes w%5th%6 lesse miracle enioy:
147.O21.019  such priuiledges enabled heere to scale
147.O21.020  heaue%M; w%M the trumpett & aire shall y%M exhale
147.O21.021  [line of dots; scribe couldn't read]
147.O21.022  by making mee being dead doe good to thee
147.O21.023  & thinke me well compos'd y%5t%6 I could'now
147.O21.024  a last sicke howre to sillable alow.
147.O21.0SS  ffinis.|
147.O21.0$$  No ind; follows poem On M%5rs%6 Boulstred p. 207, Mee thinckes death like one laughing lyes