Whate'er is Born of
Mortal Birth,
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The sexes sprung from Shame
& Pride
Blowd in the morn; in evening died
But Mercy changd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.
Thou Mother of my
Mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my Heart.
And with false self-decieving tears,
Didst bind my Nostrils Eyes & Ears.
Didst close my Tongue
in senseless clay
And me to Mortal Life betray:
The Death of Jesus set me free.
Them what have I to do with thee? |
