The Temple
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The Temple
The Church
A Dialogue-Antheme
Christian. Death.
| Christian | Alas, poore Death, where is thy glorie? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? | |
| Death | Alas poore mortall, void of storie, Go spell and reade how I have kill’d thy King. | |
| Christian | Poore death and who was hurt thereby? Thy curse being laid on him, makes thee accurst. | |
| Death | Let losers talk: yet thou shalt die; These arms shall crush thee. | |
| Christian | I shall be one day better then before: Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more. |
 The Church The Answer |
 The Church The Water-course |