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 Look to thyself, regard not me; for I Must do (for what I came) perform or die. So thou mayst free thyself from being in A dunghill dungeon, a mere sink of sin; And happily be freed, if thou believe, Truly in God through Christ, and ever live. Be therefore glad; yet e'er thou go from hence, For our joint sins, let's do some penitence. Unfeignedly together: When we part, I'll wish the Angels joy, with all my heart. We have with confidence relied upon A rusty wire, touched with a little stone, Incompassed round with paper, and alass, To house it harmless, nothing but a glass; And thought to shun a thousand dangers, by The blind direction of the senseless flie; When the fierce winds shattered black night asunder, Whose pitchy clouds, spitting forth fire and thunder, Hath shook the earth, and made the ocean roar, And run to hide it in the broken shore. Now thou must steer by faith, a better guide, Twill bring thee safe to heaven against the tide Of Satan's malice. Now let quiet gales Of saving Grace inspire thy zealous sails.

The other and far finer poem was written upon his leaving the dismal island where he had wintered, and which he called Winter's Forest, but which now deservedly bears his