Affiation fhall advance the flight in ma. For,if I imp my wing on thine, And feel this day thy victorie: Let me combine, With thee Moft thinne. That I became Thou didft fo punifh finne, And ftill with ficknefles and fhame My tender age in forrow did beginne Then fhall the fall further the flight in me. And fing this day thy victories: As larks,harmonioufly, O let me rife With thee Moft poore: Till he became Decaying more and more, Though foolifhly he loft the fame, Lord,who createdft man in wealth and ftore