Dying before thy soule they could expresse,
Deliver us from death, by dying so,
180To this world, ere this world doe bid us goe.
XXI.
When senses, which thy souldiers are,
Wee arme against thee, and they fight for sinne,
When want, sent but to tame, doth warre
And worke despaire a breach to enter in,
185When plenty, Gods image, and seale
Makes us Idolatrous,