| Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845. | | | | Sonet XLIIIII | | XI. Henry Lok |
| | From the “First Centurie of Sonets”
MY wicked flesh, O Lord, with sin full fraight, | |
| Whose eye doth lust for euerie earthly thing, | |
| By couetise allurde, hath bit the baight | |
| That me to Satan’s seruitude will bring. | |
| By violence I vertue’s right would wring | 5 |
| Out of possession of the soule so weake, | |
| Like vineyard which the wicked Achab king | |
| Possest by tirant’s power, which lawes do breake. | |
| Let prophets thine, Lord, to my soule so speake, | |
| That in repentant sackcloth I may mone | 10 |
| The murther of thy grace which I did wreake, | |
| Whilst to my natiue strength I trust alone: | |
| And let my Sauiour so prolong my daies, | |
| That henceforth I may turne from sinfull waies. | | | | |
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