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Againe in condoling her case, beeing afflicted with the Plague.

E PIG . 283.

B VT O (deere Mother) I doe much amisse,
To lest with thee, now thou art plagu'd for this
I rather should with teares deplore thy case,
And euer pray, in thy behalfe, for grace.
The sercher of the heart knowes I lie not,
Thou in my praiers neuer art forgot
And nothing now (except mine own misdeeds)
More grieues my heart then thou for whome it bleeds.
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