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 42 Anne Bradjlrccfs Works.

With glory richly furniflied, Stands permanent tho : this bee fled. 'Its purchafed, and paid for too By him who hath enovgh to doe.

A Prife fo vaft as is vnknown, Yet, by his Gift, is made thine own. Ther's wealth enovgh, I need no more; Farewell my Pelf, farewell my Store. The world no longer let me Love, My hope and Treafm'e lyes Above.

��A S weary pilgrim, now at reft, ■^ ^ Hugs with delight his filent neft His wafted limbes, now lye full foft

That myrie fteps, haue troden oft Blefles himfelf, to think vpon

his dangers paft, and travailes done The burning fun no more fhall heat

Nor ftormy raines, on him fhall beat. The bryars and thornes no more fhall fcratch

nor hungry wolues at him fhall catch He erring pathes no more fliall tread

nor wild fruits eate, in Head of bread,

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