indiuisible God Vouchsafe oh you perpetuall highest powers Of equall vertues yet in number odde These simple fruites of my repentaunt howers And with your graces showers The temper of my feeble wittes renewe To prosper cherish'd with celestiall dewe A Table to find out any Sonnet herein Alphabetically A ARise thou mightie God Son 35. Armies of Angels Son 74 As those three Kings Son 76. A Blast of winde Son 80. After a coale-blacke Son 82. B BLessed Creatour Son 5. Bountifull Lord Christ. Son 12. Behold deare Father Son 34. Breake thou the Iawes Son 51. Behold by misaduenture Son 81. But that sweete Son 87. C COmfort thy selfe Son 58. Contrariwise that Son 85. D DEare comforter Son 4. Deare Dauids Sonne Son 13. Did'st thou redeeme Son 53. E ELders of grace Son 75. F FOuntaine of life Son 22. Father of pietie Son 23. Fortresse of hope Son 28. Full of celestiall Son 52. From depth of fearefull Son 55. For comfort my deare Son 62. Firme Rocke Son 96. G GReat God of Abraham Son 20. Glorious Iehouah Son 25. Great God of larges Son 26. Gracious Diuine Son 38. H HEauenly Messias Son 10. High priest of Sion Son 18. High King of Kings Son 27. High mightie God Son 30. I INuironed with dangers Son 39. I feele my soule Son 49. I would not die Son 50. If death may Son 66. I feele by motions Son 89. If that sweete spirit Son 90. L LIon of Iudah Son 8. Louely Samaritane Son 19. Lord with thy light Son 36. M MErcifull Iesus Son 11. Milde King of Salem Son 17. My daies be few Son 40 My soule my soule Son 59. My soule through Son 97 N NO more leude laies Son 1. O O Gracious shepheard Son 9. O benigne Father Son 14 O glorious Patrone Son 31. O my deare God Son 37. O you light Poets Son 42. O Lord increase Son 44. O what great comfort Son 45 O Sunne and Moone Son 46. O what celestiall Son 47. O glorious conquest Son 48. O that I might Son 56. O dreadfull horrour Son 63. O mercy mercy Son 65. O glorious Crowne Son 71. Oh whether doth Son 91. Oh what a grieuous Son 94. Oh whether shall Son 99. P PVre sacrifice Son 6. Pittifull Lord. Son 15. Pure spotlesse Son 34. Purge thou my guiltie Son 77. R RAyons of glorie Son 29. Ride on in glorie Son 78. Relieue my soule Son 92. S SWeete Sauiour Son 2. Sacred Redeemer Son 3. Sure corner stone Son 16. Sole hope and blessing Son 21. Sathan abroad Son 43. Sacred director Son 100. T THe well of life Son 32. Thrice puisant generall Son 33. Tempted in forren nation Son 41. Then awfull sting Son 54. Through Sathans mallice Son 56. Then it derne Loue. Son 64. Turne not away Son 60. That bounteous largesse Son 68. The Sun of our soules light Son 72. Triumphant conquerour Son 73. The tearmelesse date Son 79. That Bird imperiall Son 83. The Paradice of ioyes Son 82. That loathsome Son 86. The worlds bright Son 88 That golden Planet Son 95. V VNto my spirite Son 70. W VVHilst spotlesse Son 7. Wher is that copious So. 6. What thing in spacious Son 67. Who to the golden sunnes Son 79. With my poore offering Son 93. Where shall I vexe Son 98. FINIS Errata Sonnet 59. for vnneathed read vnneathes Sonnet 74. for bye read by Sonnet 83 for is Lyon reade as Lyon LONDON Printed by Iohn Windet dwelling at Powles Wharfe at the signe of the Crosse Keys and are there to be soulde 1595.
which assayles My feeble soule entombde in earthly drosse Thy precious crosse that launce those pearsing nayles If hee shall them or their deare wounds espie Will bruise his head and yeelde mee victorie SONNET XLVIII O Glorious conquest and thrice glorious speare But seu'n times thrice more glorious the name By which thrice powerfull wee coniure the same Which but repeated doth that Dragon feare That olde Leuyathan whose iawes Lord teare Roote out his tongue which doth thy Saints defame And thy sweete Gospell seeke to vaile with shame This the chiefe conquest of all conquests weare For which Archangels and all Angels might With Cherubins and Seraphins out bring Victorious Palmes arraide in sincere white For which al Saints might Alleluya sing Then glorious Captaine our chiefe God and man Breake thou the Iawes of olde Leuiathan SONNET XLIX I Feele my soule in combat with the dust Of sinfull flesh and ready to breake out From loathsome bondage dreadlesse of all doubt I feele my soule by shaddowes seuer must From that base prison of terrestriall rust Where it shall triumph in celestiall route Of my forefathers Angels round about That glorious throne of the faithfull and iust But yet my feeble flesh surcharg'de with guilt Trembleth at thought of death but why should it Feare coward death since for my soule was spilt His bloud that shall for mee in triumph sit Death doe thy worst but yet Lord thine eare giue Why I with Dauid would not die but liue SONNET L. I Would not die but hue deare liuing Lord And to thy glory shew that facultie With which thou didst mee worthlesse beautifie Turning my Muse to that Diuine concord Which I perceiue doth with my soule accord In endlesse praise of thy Diuinitie But if vnworthy them to magnifie Because my sinfull mouth hath not abhorr'de To bee before with vanities abus'de Thou loath my wicked tongue should them declare Thy will bee donne which cannot bee refus'de For death of sinne the guerdon doth prepare Yet when I die deare God of Loue and truth Remember not the follies of my youth SONNET LI. BReake thou the iawes of olde Leuiathan Victorious conquerour breake thou the iawes Which full of blasphemie maligne thy lawes Ready to curse to lie slaunder and banne Which nothing but abhomination can Who like a ramping Lyon with his pawes Thy little flocke with daily dread adawes Antichrists Harrould who with pride beganne Euen into thy triumphant throane to prease And therefore his first comfort had forgonne The bodies ruinor and soules disease Bawde to that harlot of proude Babilon Which mortall men to mortall sinnes inuiteth Teare out those Fangues with which hee thy flocke biteth SONNET LII FVll of celestiall syrropes full of sweete are all thy preceptes full of happines full of all comforte full of blessednes those salutations which our Sauiour greete O let vs then contende since it is meete to keep those lawes with vpright holinesse oh let vs vse and haue in readinesse those sweete orations prostrate at his feete Begging imploring weeping smiling kneeling for succour grace and for our sinnes humbly repentance mercies signes in our heart feeling Repent and praise our God for it is comely O nothing doth a Christian more beseeme Then him to prayse that did his soule redeeme SONNET LIII DIdst thou redeeme my soule my sole saluation Oh with what raunsome Lorde didst thou redeeme it Eu'n of so precious worth did he esteeme it Because at our forefathers first creation Hee in his breast by sacred inspiration From his owne mouth which did so well so well beseeme it Breathed a soule diuine then let vs deeme it A gracious precious and deare immolation For him to saue our soules with his bloudshed For him to take mans nature man to saue For him to be whip'd nayl'd torne crucify'd For him to sweate in bloud to lye in graue For him most mighty to lye downe beneath Where for our life he vanquish't hell and death SONNET LIIII THen awfull sting of Paile deathes leaden darte Where is thy killing poyson and thy pile Then fearefull horrid Serpent full of guile Whose vgly kingdome hoped for his parte The most of all poore soules in endlesse smart Where is thy dreadfull conquest all this while Behold how Christian soules triumph and smile To see thee bound where thoufast burning art To see that sacred and victorious troupe Whose Captaine Lord of Lords and King of Kings Adorn'd with many Crownes makes all Crownes stoupe Which in high triumph Alleluya sings Makes God and Magog his fell furie finde Which scattred flie like dust before the winde SONNET LV. FRom depth of fearefull Hels eternall shade And bottomelesse discent into that lake In heate and cold where sinners burne and quake Where all things vnconsum'de for euer fade At whose remembrance sinners are dismaide For horrour of those dreadfull pangues which shake And for sweete succour intercession make Of their sinnes burthen and hell fire affraide Eu'n from the fearefull bottomelesse blacke pit At whose remembrance my poore soule doth tremble Saue and deliuer mee whereas I sit Inuiron'd with dispaire which doth resemble An Iland with rough seas inclosed round At euery gust in danger to bee dround SONNET LVI O That I might with the wise Prophet sing Mine heart is ready ready to giue praise But mine is not though willing most alwaies To celebrate the glorious heau'nly King Poore hart not worthie to that Angels wing Which with his glorie through the world doth paise In heau'nly number stemp'red with sweete phrase The least soft downe of Plumage for to bring Then milde then spotlesse comfortable Doue Whose winges were sinne of sinnes to violate Pure Bird of heau'nly sollace peace and Loue With Rayons bright my soule illuminate From that false lustfull Pygeon late returnde Which almost had both soule and body burnde SONNET LVII THrough Sathans malice and my nature weake When in my soule I finde my faith is deade Those sacred schoedes of comfort then I reade Whose powrefull words the gates of hell can breake Then faith in kindleth fresh and then I wreake My wrath on Sathan and vpon his head Mee thinkes like Michaell or Saint George I treade Whilst hee that earst against the Sunne did beake His foreswolne poysonous bulke doth vanquishdlie In his owne filth and I which lately was Like to bee swallowd by mine enemie Now safely like a conquerour may passe Behold my Captaines puissance who did this To ridde my soule from hell and ransome his SONNET LVIII COmfort thy selfe poore soule whom griefe of sinne Downe presseth to the mouth of the lowest hell With contrite penitence thou knowest well Him that will rayse and it from danger bring Pray then and praise the Lord who will beginne To purge thy soule and Sathans filth expell Who thee defileth and in thee doth dwell Oh Lord my voice shall praise and neuer linne So long as thou shalt lend breath to my voice My voice vnto my soule shall spirit lend And in
the comfort of my soule reioyce And with my mouth consent world without end To speake to praise to glorifie to singe That God which to my soule doth succour bringe SONNET LIX MY soule my soule I feele I feele is vexed My mind and thoughts in vncouth forte distressed My braynes with fearefull dreames by night oppressed My hart with strange discouragement perplexed My soles vnneathed vnto my feete annexed My spirit with faint languor still distressed And helpe Lord helpe my soule my soule addressed By Melancholies poyson is connexed In fetters serpentine of foule dispaire Death almost my lifes ceasure hath begunne And after Sathan will his bookes prepare Blotted with vgly sinnes past number donne Oh my God my deare God helpe and assist Sinne death and hell my safetie doe resist SONNET LX. TVrne not away the sunne shine of thy face Sweete God of comfort from my troubled hart Congeald with sinne doe not sweete Lord depart From him that penitently sues for grace Whose soule through countlesse sinnes my whole liues space Benumbd can scarcely feele contritions smart What Phisicke then shall serue what helpe of art My dead soule to reuiue and sinne forth chase Eu'n those pure Rayons of thy holy Ghost Those gracious beames of thy pure holy word Shall mollifie giue ease and comfort most To my cold frozen soule and helpe afford Least with the frost of sinne my soule astounded After deaths griefe should with hels sting bee wounded SONNET LXI WHere is that copious furie whilom which My braines in kindled with an vncouth fire Whose sacred spirit did of yore aspire Aboue the glorious Sunne with passions rich Which thoughts in choyce words to the starres would stich With sacred Musicke tempering my desire Contending holily to mount vp higher Whilst heau'nly chaunture did my soule bewitch Oh precious Ardoure by whose chearefull heate The braine especiall recreation findes The soule chiefe comfort I thy beames intreate Which cheere all plants and beasts of seuer all kindes From my poore spirite doe not take away Those rayes wich must with light my wittes aray SONNET LXII FOr comfort my deare God I did attend And gracious eares to mee thou didst encline At my petitions thou didst not repine But present succour to my suits didst send Thou didst direct my feete which did depend On thee my stedfast Rocke where brightly shine Thy lawes those Lampes to which my thoughts incline Which Lord graunt that my soule doe not offend In my mouth Lord thou didst put a new song A due thankesgiuing vnto thee my God Which men shall feare to violate and wrong Least they should bee corrected with thy rod. Oh God great wonders thou for mee hast wrought For thy Sonnes sake who my saluation bought SONNET LXIII O Dreadfull horrour and tormented minde Foule restlesse conscience charg'd with hainous sinnes Lothsom and numberlesse when God beginnes His fruitfull haruest in faire sheafe to binde Hath thee for tares to quenchlesse fire assign'd Where teares nor hope of vaine repentance winnes Thy soule from Torture where griefe neuer linnes More pangues by worme of conscience to find Oh dreadfull hower when to thy soule condemn'd The iudge of truth and King of glorie saith Hedlong with Lucifer fall who contemn'd My lawes fall downe thou Fiend of little faith And with Deuils damned thy due portion take Immortally to burne in fierie lake SONNET LXIIII. THen if derne Loue of thy deare louing Lord His gentle graces Oyle his mercies balme His bounties numberlesse his spirite calme His loue of peace and comfort in concord Of the thrice sinfull soule remaine abhorrde If to thy soule sinne wounded no sweete Psalme Nor heau'nly Harpe nor Organe Trump nor Shalme Can comfort bring with their Diuine recorde To make thee ioyne in praise of his good grace Or to thy sinfull soule correction giue Yet let that quenchlesse lake and dreadfull place Where soules in deadly torment euer liue Creatour and creation which reproue Make thee repent for feare if not for Loue. SONNET LXV O Mercy mercy which much greater is Then heauens themselues Oh truth Oh sincere truth Which to the cloudes extendeth and insueth Of iustice which doth neuer iudge amisse Oh age of ages euermore in youth Oh Iudge whose righteous punishment is ruth Which sinners worthlesse dost with bountie blisse Oh where shall I finde to my spirite voice Where to my voice sufficient choyce of words To shew how much my spirite doth reioyce In those large blessings which thy grace affords My spirite first will faile with feeble voice Oh my Lord God lende spirit life and breath That I may praise thy name to conquer death SONNET LXVI IF death may by thy prayses vanquish't be Then voyce then spirit let your organes breake And of his glory sing criefoorth and speake Of him that succours helps and comforts me Moue toungue sounde voyce and from your slouthfull gree Avoyde and in this vtter aunce be not weake If hell the venome of his furie wreake It shall not be of force to vanquish thee Oh laude laudes glory gloryes prayse of prayse Fame honour trueth eternitye renoume And iustice mercifull ascribe alwayes To thee great Keyser of the thorny crowne Which coronation infamous did gayne That millions shoulde rich glorious Crownes obtayne SONNET LXVII VVHat thing in spacious heauen round earth deepe seas Which thy praise worthy glories doth not tell Whose golden Sunneshine euer doth excell In many millions farre aboue all these So much exceeding that if any prease To giue due praise hee shall perceyue it well His faculties against his will rebell And that his toungue cannot his spirit please Oh who shall giue due glories to his name That glorifies all thinges with decent pride Or what is he can signifie the same Or in an equall share his praise deuide With those great bounties which he hath bestow'd And those great mercies on vs sinners show'd SONNET LXVIII THat bounteous largesse of sweete mercies oyle That peace of soule that siluer streame of grace That comforte of saluation that pallace Of heauenly succour which death cannot spoyle That fortitude whose force no force can foyle Of IESSES precious braunch that royall race Who with his glory filleth euery place And with sweete dewes doth cherish euery soyle Can with no florish of eternall phrase Be glorifi'de according to desart Who with meete colours shall his glory blaze Who to the world shall condigne praise impart What instrument what voyce what toungue what spirite Shall giue due commendations to demerite SONNET LXIX WHo to the golden Sunnes long restlesse race Can limits set what vessell can comprise The swelling windes what cunning can deuise With queint Arithmetique in steadfast place To number all the starres in heauens pallace What cunning Artist euer was so wise Who by the starres and planets coulde aduise Of all aduentures the iust course and case Who measur'd hath the waters of the seas Who euer in iust ballaunce poys'd the ayre As no man euer could the least
of these Perfourme with humaine labour strength and care So who shall striue in volumes to contayne Gods prayse ineffable contends in vayne SONNET LXX VNto my spirite lend an Angels wing By which it might mount to that place of rest Where Paradice may mee releeue opprest Lend to my tongue an Angels voice to sing Thy praise my comfort and for euer bring My notes thereof from the bright East to West Thy mercy lend vnto my soule distrest Thy grace vnto my wits then shall the sling Of righteousnesse that monster Sathan kill Who with dispaire my deare saluation dared And like the Philistine stoode breathing still Proud threats against my soule for heauen prepared At length I like an Angell shall appeare In spotlesse white an Angels Crowne to weare SONNET LXXI O Glorious Crowne more precious many waies Then simple humaine Temples can deserue Thrice glorious God who doth that Crowne reserue For men vnworthie to set out his praise Oh mortall Temples what Muse can you raise Which vnhard precious spirits doth reserue His praise most meritorious to serue Admit that past all number were your daies Admit your spirit more then the fower windes Admit your learning bee by more degrees Aboue the Seraphins admit all kindes Of Musickes instruments inferiour were In heau'nly tunes and sacred harmonies To thy sweete voice all cannot his praise beare SONNET LXXII THe sunne of our soules light thee would I call But for our light thou didst the bright Sunne make Nor reason that thy Maiestie should take Thy chiefest subiects Epithites at all Our chiefe directions starre celestiall But that the starres for our directions sake Thou fixed and canst at thy pleasure shake I would thee name The Rocke substantiall Of our assurance I would tearme thy name But that all Rockes by thy commaund were made If King of Kings thy Maiestie became Monarch of Monarches I thee would haue saide But thou giues kingdomes and makes Crownes vnstable By these I know thy name ineffable SONNET LXXIII TRiumphant conquerour of death and hell Behold what legions though in vaine conspire Thy Temple militant to set on fire And Saints which in thy sanctuarie dwell To burne whilst they against thy power rebell See how like bloudy tyrants they desire Ambitiously to rise and mount vp higher Like Lucifer which to perdition fell Their forces are addrest against thy Saints Breake thou their bowes knap thou their speares in sunder I know their spirit at thy presence faints Against their Cannon plante thy dreadfull thunder Thy thunderbolts against their bullets dash And on their beauers bright let lightning flash SONNET LXXIIII ARmies of Angelles Myriades of Saintes Millions of Emperours and holy Kings Legions of sacred Patriarkes he brings Which his rebellious foes with feare attaintes Whose spirit at thy puisant spirit faintes Great Lord of Lordes whose sacred armis singes Triumphant Peans and new musicke bringes In glorious phrase which thy sweete glorie payntes Whilst vnder thy tryumphant chariot wheeles Rowling vpon the starres thy captiues lye In quenchlesse fiery lake whose spirit feeles An endlesse torment in captiuitye When thy fowre sweete Euangelistes ride bye Like corporalles proclayming victorye SONNET LXXV ELders of grace in number sixe times foure Fall downe fall downe vpon your aged faces Sende from graue ceerefull voyce throughout all places Such ioyfull tydinges in aboundant store Of praise then sandes of seas in number more To the great bounteous giuer of all graces Harmonious Kinges cast downe your Crownes and Maces Sounding your cheerefull harpes his throne before Let Alleluiah round about resounde Power honour glory praises and renowne Ascribe vnto the Lorde who doth confounde Euen with his nostshils breath and casteth downe His worthlesse enemies of Magogs campe And vnto dust and ashes them doth stampe SONNET LXXVI AS those three Kings touch'd with a sacred zeale By presents rich made Royal offerture Our new borne Sauiours blessing to procure Borne in an Oxe stall for our publique weale When in adoring him they did reueale his Godhead by those gifts they did assure So let faith hope and loue make ouerture Of new saluation which themselues conceale In this base mortall stable sinnes foule place Whereof eternall ioyes they may present To my saluation borne of thy deare grace Such rich Propines As from thy Gospell sent By precious incense may my spirit bring The tearmelesse praises of my God to sing SONNET LXXVII PVrge thou my guiltie soule sweete gracious Lord Defil'd and vgly made with sinfull spots Heale my wounds desperate whose festure rots My vexed members loathsome and abhorrd Doe not in register my sinne recorde My wicked practises and vaine complots But lift my soule from the defiled pots And let thy mercy with my suite accorde Make thou my soule cleere like white Salmons snow Or like a siluer winged Doue appeare Where diuers glorious golden fethers show Conuert thy foemens forces into feare Like Iaben make them and like Cysara Like Seba Zeb Horeb and Salmana SONNET LXXVIII RIde on in glorie on the mornings wings Thrice puisant conquerour in glorie ride That heauen as Horse courragious doth'st bestride Who whether thou disposest succour brings Ride on the glorious cloudes high King of Kings Thy conquering sworde guirde to thy puisant side Bright soldiours muster vp whose armies guide Raungde into Quadraines and triumphant Rings That shamelesse strumpet of proud Babilon Which thine Apostles killes and Prophets stoneth With Cuppe full of abhomination Which poysons millions and no man bemoneth With her false proud and Antichristian route Suppresse and put to slaughter rounde about SONNET LXXIX THe tearmelesse date of my sweete second life When this corruption mortall in sinne bred Shall resting in obliuion vanish dead Ending the period of all earthly strife Freshly recals those Loues and graces rife Which from my sweete saluations conduict bled These haue true zeale to my faithes refuge led So that no torture fagot crosse or knife Can seuer mee sequestred from thy flocke I feare no Pagan Schismaticke nor Iewe No worldly menaces can teare that Rocke Of my faithes Adamant assur'de and true But for that truth I thousand deathes would dy To liue ten thousand liues immortally SONNET LXXX A Blast of winde a momentarie breath A watrie bubble simbolizde with ayre A sonne blowne Rose but for a season fayre A ghostly glaunce a skeleton of death A morning dew perling the grasse beneath Whose moysture Sunnes appearance doth impaire A lightning glimse a Muse of thought and care A Planets shot a shade which followeth A voice which vanisheth so soone as heard The thriftlesse heire of time a rowling waue A shew no more in action then regard A Masse of dust worlds momentarie slaue Is man in state of our olde Adam made Soone borne to die soone flourishing to fade SONNET LXXXI BEhold by misaduenture how the winde From earth blowes dust and it in ayer scatter And if therefore the very smallest matter Thine eye the bodies Iewell in some kinde Doe but by
chance appeach will grieue and blind Vnlesse from thence it by good meanes you shatter So that smooth foe who cunningly can flatter And as a tempest rageth in his kind Moues dust our flesh from earth vpraysde to bleare Of our redemption the much better part Our soules with charge of sinnes to vexe and feare Blinded and grieu'd with earthly dust and smart To thine eyes Lord let our eyes open bee And shut from sinne who sight blinds blind makes see SONNET LXXXII AFter acoale-blacke comfortlesse foule night With tempests horrour and thicke showers opprest Disease of Pilgrims Trauayllers vnrest When as the glorious Sunnes vprising right With chearefull beames and vertuous motion bright Hath from his Easterne mansion redressde The chearelesse Medowes and Cornefields supprest With liuely meanes of animating might In equall semblance my poore soule enlargde From this earthes blindnesse and blacke dangers free With deadly sinnes sharpe tempest late surchargde Shall when my glorious Iudge I comming see After rough stormes of sighes and showers of teares Through deare contrition franchised from feares SONNET LXXXIII THat Bird imperiall which the gentile Poets worthy thought For vertues rare preheminence to stand ascribed fit To Iupiter since in chiefe whē Romanes honor'd it As richest ensigne which could bee for their great Monarch sought That puissant and imperiall beast great into Iudah brought Which of all other beasts beside doth as commaunder sit That other firme and permanent which doth so well befit For courage strength humility seruice which he wrought The figure of that glorious and legate most Diuine Together with that Angell childe chast innocent and faire Which to the spirite of thy deare Embassadour did shine As Eagle first whose precious eyes more bright thē Sunbeames are The next is Lyon mightie made as Bull the third more strong And of thy deare Euangelists the fourth as Angell yong SONNET LXXXIIII THe paradice of ioyes true mercies seate The throne of iudgement refuge and distresse Sweete bosome of loue health and happinesse The glorious Theater where Saintes repeate The most prayse worthies prayse where froste nor heate With violent assaylance soules suppresse The quyre of Angelles Church of holynesse Sweete pardons place where pennaunce doth intreate The Pallace of eternall peace and ease The spacious Courte where Kinges and Angelles serue The scaffolde where true pompes of honour please The golden pathes where Pilgrimes neuer swerue The Stage of sacred tryumphes and that place Where tearmelesse victorie giues endelesse grace SONNET LXXXV COntrariwise that horrible blacke pitte That ougly gaole of sorrowes without ende That filthie sincke to which foule sinners tende That dreadfull fiery lake where furies sitte That warde of madnesse and outrageous fitte where hiddeous diuilles condemned spirits rende Blacke desolations denne where liues no frende But tortur'd souls depriued of their witte That filthie dungeon whose chiefe musicke is The grones outcries sobbes and forlorne laments of Parracydes and men which liu'de amisse The bootlesse teares of too late penitents That loue of haeu'n this loathsomnesse of hell The wayes of life and death directly tell SONNET LXXXVI THat loathsome spirite of vayne stinking pride Which with contempt and detestable scorne Begets all sinnes to condemnation borne That selfe consuming Enuie that foule bride Of filthie lust that gulfe still gaping wide For treasures numberlesse that poignant thorne Of wraths fel passion furious and forlorne That sincke of gluttony that slothfull guide Which to destruction and all sickenesse brings None of these mortall vices which abounde In sinfull creatures but in sorrowestings The troubled carkase with a curelesse wounde And none of these but doth the soule dismay With restlesse guilt and it to death betray SONNET LXXXVII BVt that sweete spirite modest meeke and milde Which with true zeale and solace doth imbrace The loue of vertues and eternall grace That charitie whose deedes of mercy builde With fayths assistaunce for his soule defilde An hospitall of ease in heauens pallace That spotlesse contenance with rosie face That sober temperance which hath exilde Detested ryot and foule surfets vice That hande of bountie which still giues and lendes That blessed patience soules caulme sacrifice That honest labour which lifes state defendes Through peace of conscience and souls comfort these Our heartes for heauen prepare and high God please SONNET LXXXVIII THe worldes bright comforter whose became some light Poore creatures cheereth mounting from the deepe His course doth in prefixed compasse keepe And as courageous Gyant takes delight To runne his race and exercise his might Till him downe galloping the mountaynes steepe Cleere Hesperus smooth messenger of sleepe Viewes and the siluer ornament of night Foorth bringes with starres past number in her trayne All which with Sunnes long borrowed splendour shine The Seas with full tyde swelling ebbe agayne All yeeres to their olde quarters newe resigne The windes forsake their mountayne-chambers wilde And all in all thinges with Gods vertue filde SONNET LXXXIX I Feele by motions in my sinnefull breast My sillie soule through weakenesse is depraued And Sathan fearing least it shoulde be saued My memory doth with vile sinnes infest And to procure my spirites more vnrest When of my soule in anguish helpe is craued where her chiefe refuge is with horrour raued My conscience in despayre cryes out opprest O mercie mercie grace and succour sende Father of mercie for thy Sonne sweete Iesus my sore hart and sinwounded soule defende With thy sweete helpe and holy Spirite ease vs Thy quickening vertue lende to my soule dead Then shall my foote on Sathans bellie tread SONNET LXXXX IF that sweet spirit of omnipotence All vertues and all comfort which contayneth Which in soules penitent and heauenly raygneth Whose gloryous power and vertues excellence Did rayse vp Iesus our sweete soules defence In vs and our refourmed hearts remayneth Then hee whose puissance heuenly forceretayneth and Christ vpraysde our soules preheminence Shall our base mortall bodies liuely make Through sinne and nature corruptible first And by that holy Ghost which place doth take In our reuiued spirites mortall earst Our soules and bodies both regenerate Chaung'de for a ioyfull and immortall state SONNET LXXXXI OH whither doth my lamentable soule Wing'd with a spirite of a sighing breath Prepare this langued carkase if to death Then farewell bondage of this prison foule The sinne of vile transgression where I rowle In earthly dust and tumble vnderneath I feele that sacred freelidge followeth Maugre the rage of Sathan which doth howle And cries out for lawes vengeance heare him not Respect not him deare Lorde but on me looke Looke on me my deare Lorde I feare him not My God my louing God turne not thy booke Which may my conscience with sinnes burthen grieue But let thy mercies baulme my soule relieue SONNET LXXXXII REleeue my soule with thy deare mercies balmes Monarch of precious mercie succour send I will indeuour my vile sinnes to mend And to thee my soules sacrifice in Psalmes High God