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I fure will reft, but thou shalt walke,

And have no journey stayed. With that this curfed fhoemaker, For offering Chrift this wrong,

Left wife and children, house and all,

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And went from thence along.

Where after he had feene the bloude

Of Jefus Chrift thus fhed,

And to the croffe his bodye nail'd,

Awaye with speed he fled

Without returning backe againe

Unto his dwelling place,

And wandred up and downe the worlde,

A runnagate most base.

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No refting could he finde at all,

No ease, nor hearts content;

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No house, nor home, nor biding place:

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But finding it all quite destroyd,

He wandred thence with woe,

Our Saviours wordes, which he had spoke,
To verefie and showe.

"I'll reft, fayd hee, but thou shalt walke," 65

So doth this wandring Jew

From place to place, but cannot reft

For feeing countries newe;

Declaring still the power of him,

Whereas he comes or goes,

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And of all things done in the east,

Since Chrift his death, he fhowes.

The world he hath ftill compaft round
And feene thofe nations ftrange,

That hearing of the name of Christ,

Their idol gods doe change:

To whom he hath told wondrous thinges

Of time forepaft, and gone,

And to the princes of the worlde

Declares his caufe of moane:

Defiring ftill to be diffolv'd,

And yeild his mortal breath;

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When Chrift did fuffer on the crosse

For mortall finners crimes.

He hath past through many a foreigne place,

Arabia, Egypt, Africa,

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He ne'er was feene to laugh nor fmile,
But weepe and make great moane;
Lamenting ftill his miferies,

And dayes forepaft and gone :
If he heare any one blafpheme,
Or take God's name in vaine,
He telles them that they crucifie
Their Saviour Christe againe.

If you had feene his death, faith he,
As these mine eyes have done,
Ten thoufand thousand times would
His torments think upon

And fuffer for his fake all paine

Of torments, and all woes.

These are his wordes and eke his life

Whereas he comes or goes.

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THE LY E,

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BY

SIR WALTER RALEIGH,

is found in a very scarce mifcellany intitled " Davison's "Poems, or a poeticall Rapfodie divided into fixe books

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"The 4th impreffion newly corrected and augmented, and

put into a forme more pleafing to the reader. Lond. 1621. 66 Izmo." This poem is reported to have been written by its celebrated author the night before his execution, O&. 29. 1618. But this must be a mistake, for there were at leaft two editions of Davifon's poems before that time, one in 16c8*: the other in 1611 t. So that unless this poem was an after-infertion in the 4th edit. it must have been written long before the death of Sir Walter: perhaps it was compofed foon after his condemnation in 1603.

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Catalog. of T. Rawlinson 1727.

*Cat. of Sion coll. library. This is either left or mislaid.

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