1 Awake, awake thou heauy spright,
That sleep'st the deadly sleepe of sinne ;
Rise now and walke the wayes of light :
'Tis not too late yet to begin.
Seeke heau'n earely, seeke it late ;
True Faith still findes an open gate.
2 Get vp, get vp thou leaden man,
Thy tracks to endlesse ioy, or paine,
Yeelds but the modell of a span,
Yet burnes out the lifes lampe in vaine.
One minute bounds thy bane, or blisse,
Then watch, and labour while time is.
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