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Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

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BECOMING AMERICA<br />

SEVENTEENTH CENTURY ENGLISH COLONIAL LITERATURE<br />

CIV<br />

Again, you thought, and mainly sought<br />

a name with men t’ acquire:<br />

Pride bare the B [. . .] ll that made you swell,<br />

and your own selves admire.<br />

M [. . .] an frui [. . .] it is, and vile, I wis,<br />

that sp [. . .] ings <strong>from</strong> such a root:<br />

Vertue divine and genuine<br />

wants not <strong>from</strong> pride <strong>to</strong> shoor.<br />

CV<br />

Such deeds as you are worse then poo [. . .],<br />

they are but sins guilt over<br />

With silver dross, whose glistering gloss<br />

[. . .] an them no longer cover.<br />

The best <strong>of</strong> them would you condemn,<br />

and [. . .] uine you alone,<br />

Al [. . .] hough you were <strong>from</strong> faults so clear,<br />

that other you had none.<br />

CVI<br />

Your gold is dross, you [. . .] silver brass,<br />

your righteousness is sin:<br />

<strong>An</strong>d think you by such honesty<br />

Eternall life <strong>to</strong> win?<br />

You much mistake, if for it’s sake<br />

you dream <strong>of</strong> acceptation;<br />

Whereas the same deserveth shame,<br />

and meriteth damnation.<br />

CVII<br />

A wond’rous Crowd then ‘gan aloud<br />

thus for themselves <strong>to</strong> say;<br />

We did intend, Lord <strong>to</strong> mend,<br />

and <strong>to</strong> reform our way:<br />

Ou [. . .] true intent was <strong>to</strong> repent,<br />

and make our peace with thee;<br />

But sudden death s<strong>to</strong>pping our breath,<br />

left us no libertee.<br />

CVIII<br />

Short was our time; for in his prime<br />

our youthful ow’r was cropt:<br />

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