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Sonnet 11.
[If God dart lightning, soon he deaws down rain]
If God dart lightning, soon he deaws down rain;A dreadfull Iudge, and yet a gentle Father:
Whose wrath slowe-kindled is soon quencht again,
To moue vs sinners to repent the rather.
'Gainst Hel-bred Hydra, Heav'n-born Theseus brings
The great Alcides arm and armory:
Of greatest Ill, a greater Good there springs;
And Mercy still doth Rigour qualifie.
Ah France, so many Monsters to suppresse,
Thou hadst great need of Royall fortitude,
Els had'st thou been an Africk Wildernes.
O happy lost Realm! for, it hath ensude,
That now thy gain is more, in restauration,
Then was thy losse in all thy desolation.
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