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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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