John Donne Poem

That living law, the magistrate

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  That living law, the magistrate, 
Which to give us, and make us physic, doth 
  Our vices often aggravate ; 
That preachers taxing sin, before her growth ; 
              That Satan, and envenom’d men— 
              Which will, if we starve, dine— 
When they do most accuse us, may see then 
Us to amendment hear them, Thee decline ; 
That we may open our ears, Lord, lock Thine.

That learning, Thine ambassador
That our ears’ sickness we may cure

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