The Life and Death of William Long beard the most famous and witty English Traitor, borne in the Citty of London. Accompanied with manye other most pleasant and prettie histories, By T. L. [i.e. Thomas Lodge] of Lincolns Inne, Gent |
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[Such darke obscured clouds at once incombred]
Such darke obscured clouds at once incombred
My mind, my hart, my thoughts from grace retired
With swarmes of sinnes that neuer may be numbred,
That hope of vertue quite in me expired.
My mind, my hart, my thoughts from grace retired
With swarmes of sinnes that neuer may be numbred,
That hope of vertue quite in me expired.
When as the Lord of hosts my gratious father,
Bent on my dulled powers his beames of brightnesse,
And my confused spirits in one did gather
Too long ensnard by vanitie and lightnesse.
Bent on my dulled powers his beames of brightnesse,
And my confused spirits in one did gather
Too long ensnard by vanitie and lightnesse.
A perfect zeale (not office of my sences)
So seazde my iudgement smothered in his misse,
That heauen I wisht and loathd this earthly gaile,
My hart disclaimd vile thoughts and vaine pretences.
And my desires were shut in seemely vaile,
So that I said, Lord, what a wolrd is this?
So seazde my iudgement smothered in his misse,
That heauen I wisht and loathd this earthly gaile,
My hart disclaimd vile thoughts and vaine pretences.
So that I said, Lord, what a wolrd is this?
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