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On that blest head of Mary Magdalen, 



After she wip'd Chris fs feet, but not till then ? 



Did bee {fit for such penitents as shee 



And he to use] leave us a Litany, 



Which all devout men love, and sure, it shall, 



As times grow better ; grow more classical/? 



Did he write Hymnes, for piety, for wit. 



Equal! to those, great grave Prudentius writ? 



Spake he all Languages ? knew he all Lawes ? 



The grounds and use of Physick ; but because 



""Twas mercenary, wav'd it ? Went to see 



That blessed place of Christs nativity ? 



Did he return and preach him ? preach him so 



As since S. Paul none did, none could? Those know, 



(Such as were blest to heare him] this is truth. 



Did he confirm thy aged ? convert thy youth ? 



Did he these wonders? And is this deare losse 



Mourned by so few ? (few for so great a crosse}. 



But sure the silent are ambitious all 

 To be Close Mourners at his Funeral/; 

 If not ; in common pity they forbore 

 By repetitions to renew our care; 

 Or, knowing, griefe conceived, conceaPd, consumes 

 Man irreparably, (as poysorfd fumes 

 Doe wafte the braine] make silence a safe way, 

 To* inlarge the Soule from these walls, mud and clay, 

 (Materials of this body] to remaine 

 With Donne in heaven, where no promiscuous pain 

 Lessens the joy we have, for, with him, all 

 Are satisfy*d with joyes essentiall. 



Dwell on this joy my thoughts ; oh, doe not call 

 Griefe back, by thinking of his Funerall; 

 Forget hee lov'd mee ; wafte not my sad yeares ; 

 (Which hast to Davids seventy,} filFd with fear es 

 And sorrow for his death ; Forget his parts, 

 Which find a living grave in good men's hearts ,- 

 And, (for, my first is dayly pay d for sinne] 

 Forget to pay my second sigh for him : 

 Forget his powerful! preaching ; and forget 

 I am his Convert. Oh my frailty / let 

 My flesh be no more heard, it will obtrude 

 This lethargy : so should my gratitude, 



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