A N Poems

Of Syon if thou be, good friend I greete thee well,
If not, God furnish thee in better hope to dwell.
Some paynes here haue I spent, the papistes to perswade,
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O Lord our father deere, through thy beloued Sonne,
Who els art but an vpright iudge, to geue vs dolefull doome.
Thy seate is in the heauens, which man cannot conceaue.
Contayning all thinges, not contaynd, whome time is faine to leaue,
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Loe I am sent, but vnto whome God knowes:
Mine aucthor ment, this message to inclose.
Within his chest, as he doth many moe:
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Come forth ye Papistes and confesse, that God is iust and true
Come on I say and see the proofe, now practised on you.
Ye nations all that neighbours are, be witnesse to the same:
That God hath broke their brasen walles, all glory to his name.
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