I have consider`d it, and finde There is no dealing with Thy mighty passion: For though I die for thee, I am behinde; My sinnes deserve the condemnation. O make me innocent, that I May give a disentangled state and free; And yet thy wounds still my attempts defie, For by thy death I die for thee. Ah! was it not enough that thou By thy eternall glorie didst outgo me? Couldst thou not grief`s sad conquests me allow, But in all vict`ries overthrow me? Yes by confession will I come Into thy conquest. Though I can do nought Against thee, in thee I will overcome The man, who once against thee fought.SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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