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Such thirsts to dy, as dares drink vp
Since 'tis not to be had at home
She'l to the Moores; and trade with them Moors
55 Her Lord's blood; or at lest her own.
leust Farewel then, all the World ! adieu ! Teresa is no more for you. Farewell, all pleasures, sports, and ioyes (Never till now esteemed toyes) Farewell, what ever deare may bee, Mother's armes or father's knee : Farewell house, and farewell home! She's for the Moores, and martyrdom.
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trutto Bullia! , budlowd breath:
The fair'st and first-born sons of fire
105 Kisse the sweetly-killing dart ! And close in his embraces keep Those delicious wounds, that weep Balsom to heal themselves with : thus When these thy deaths, so numerous Shall all at last dy into one, And melt thy soul's sweet mansion ; Like a soft lump of incense, hasted By too hott a fire, and wasted Into perfuming clouds, so fast
115 Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing sigh, and then ( what? Ask not the tongues of men; Angells cannot tell; suffice Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes,
Teares shall take comfort, and turn gemms
Those rare workes where thou shalt leaue writt 155 Loue's noble history, with witt Taught thee by none but Him, while here They feed our soules, shall clothe thine there. Each heaunly word, by whose hid flame Our hard hearts shall strike fire, the same
160 Shall flourish or thy browes, and be Both fu to vs and flame to thee; Whose light shall liue bright in thy face By glory, in our hearts by grace. Thou shalt look round about, and see
165 Thousands of crown'd soules throng to be Themselues thy crown : sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign Spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul.
Goe now And with them all about thee, bow
170 To Him ; put on (Hee'l say) put on (My rosy loue) that thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules, whose happy names Heau’n keep vpon thy score : (Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light,