God made thee of choice his own, and of his own
To serve him, thy reward was of his grace,
Thy punishment then justly is at his Will.
Be it so, for I submit, his doom is fair,
That dust I am, and shall to dust returne: [ 770 ]
O wel hour whenever! why delayes
His hand to execute what his Decree
Fixd on this day? why do I overlive,
Why am I mockt with death, ahnd out
To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet [ 775 ]
Mortalitie my sentence, and be Earth
Insensible, how glad would lay me down
As in my Mothers lap! There I should rest
And sleep secure; his dreadful voiore
Would Thunder in my ears, no fear of worse [ 780 ]
To mee and to my would torment me
With cruel expectatio one doubt
Pursues me still, least all I ot die,
Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man
Which God inspird, ot together perish [ 785 ]
With this corporeal Clod; then in the Grave,
Or in some other dismal place who knows
But I shall die a livih? O thought
Horrid, if true! ye……（内容加载失败！）
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