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CONSCIENCE, by            
First Line: Treason dread soveraigne, treason I discover
Last Line: O look this way: alas, I am the man.
Subject(s): Confessions


TREASON Dread Soveraigne, Treason I discover
And can produce ye Traitor too;
My bosome works and boileth so,
I cannot stop my Crie from running over.

I know ye Man (if so his treacherous Sin
Blots not that faire ingenuous Name)
Who lately to a Parlie came
With Thee, & learn'd by yeilding, how to win.

He yeilded to thy Mercie, & therby
Happily won Himselfe; and Thee;
Thou wert His Captive, He was free,
And might have been so to Eternitie.

But from ye freedome of thy service Hee,
Proud foole, and Traytor as he was,
Soone after did desire to passe,
And reinslave him selfe to Vanitie.

O hasten to reduce him, lest he grow
A sturdie Rebell: now his Crime
Is young & greene, take him in time,
And one sweet Conquest more on him bestow.

Loe in thy presence heere He is, nor can
I him conceale; loe heere he lies
Press'd downe with his Iniquities;
O look this way: Alas, I am the Man.





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