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(My Lord) who with acceptance dids't regarde
The sinnefull Maryes penitentiall teares,
As well as her fine Boxe of pretious Narde,
Vouchsafe to take my humble, holy verse,
Which for thy Head, affordes no Unguent sweet,
But onely water for to bathe thy feet./
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