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1745	Milton, John	The Poetical Works of John Milton			.txt	text/plain	147077	11734	88	Thou art not fit to hear thy self convinc't; That till the worlds last-end shall make thy name to live. Till thou hast deck't them in thy best aray; And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord, Save thou thy servant O my God holy things 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy horn, And reck'n'st thou thy self with Spirits of Heav'n, Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace; God is thy Law, thou mine: to know no more Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve And thy faire Eve; Heav'n is for thee too high Thou in thy self art perfet, and in thee To thee not known, whence hast thou then thy truth, Fly envious Time till thou run out thy race Fly envious Time till thou run out thy race	./cache/1745.txt	./txt/1745.txt