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A PASSING BELL TOLLING
I gave thee strength to terrifie The beasts and foules that multiply, Yet this will not thee satisfie,
but thou wilt seeme to move me.
3 I made the1 King of Sea and Land, I made each subject to thy hand,
The Heaven, the Ayre, the Earth & Sand,
because that I did love thee: I made thee like to Christ my Son, In hope thy love for to have won, I charg'd thee Satans wyles to shun,
yet thou dost daily move me.
4 I gave thee wit, with wisedome rife, To rule aright while thou hast life,
I gave thee Evah to thy wife,
because that I did love thee: I placed thee in Paradice2, Yet fleshly pride did thee entice, Thou would not follow my advice,
but thou didst daily move me.
5 Yet mercy did I take on thee, My Son I sent to set thee free,3
because that I did love [thee.] I lent thee earth wherein to joy, The fruits of all things to imploy, I fostred thee from all annoy,
yet daily thou dost move me.
6 Remember man why Christ was borne, He scourged was and laught to scorne, To save thee man that was fori or ne,
because that I did love thee: He taught you how to fast and pray, That Satan might be driven away, I meane you belly-gods I say,
for you doe daily move me. I.e. thee. 2 Text Pardaice. 3 The printer omitted a line here.