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From out Profunds he did cry:

He changed his note as he changed his coat,

And his coat was of a varying dye.

It had many a hue: in hell 'twas blue,

'Twas green i' the sea, and white i' the sky;

Why from Profunds he did cry:

Suffice that he wailed with a chirruping note,

And quaintly cut was his motley coat.

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I have forgot the rest. Whould I could sleep;

Would I could sleep away an age or so,

And let Saul work out his own weal or woe:

Ad that I ask is to be let alone.

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O, to be let alone! to be let alone!

To laugh if I list; if I list to groan;

Despairing, yet knowing God's anger o'erblown.

O, why should God troubl me?

Why should he double my

Sorrow, pursuing me when he was thrown

Me out of his favoure? O, why should hhe labour

Down lower ever thrusting me into hell''s zone?

O let me alone! O let me alone!

O leave me, creature, Tormentor, alone!