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I Have consider'd it, and finde There is no dealing with thy mighty passion: For though I die for thee, I am behinde; My sinnes deserve the condemnation. O make me innocent, that I May give a disentangled state and free: And yet thy wounds still my attempts defie, For by thy death I die for thee. Ah! was it not enough that thou By thy eternall glorie didst outgo me? Couldst thou not griefs sad conquests me allow, But in all vict'ries overthrow me? Yet by confession will I come ••to thе conquest. Though I can do nought •gainst thee, in thee I will overcome Thе man, who once against thee fought.