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Sonnet. XXII.
[Fountaine of life, and endlesse happinesse]
Fountaine of life, and endlesse happinesse,O quench these worldly sparkes of Sathans fier,
Enkindled in my fancies and desier:
Rocke of saluation and all blessednesse
Defend mee charg'de with sinful wickednesse;
Spirite of comfort let thy breath inspire
My soule infected, ready to retire,
And carnall mocions striuing to represse.
I thirst (cleare fountaine) for the streame of life,
I fall farre set from my saluations rocke,
And Sathan with my Spirite is at strife,
Vrging that I am seuer'd from thy flocke:
Yet my deare Sauiour, strong rocke, and sweete spirite,
Through mercy, my poore soule shall heauen inherite.
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