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FIRST SONNET Ex Psal. 6.

Lord, in thy wrath reproue mee not seuearly,
Nor punish me in thy deseru'd displeasure:
Haue mercy on my Sinns exceeding measure,
For full of feares, my Soule is vexed drearly.
Saue it (O Lord) Almightie-most Supernall,
Saue it (alas) from the'uer-neuer Dying:
For who in deepe Hell (and fierce Torments frying)
Shall sing thy praise, or can extoll th'Eternall?
Long haue I Languisht in my grieuous Sorrow's,
My bed and bosome, with my teares I water:
My foes Despight hath ploughd my face with furrows.
But (now my Soule) let the vngodly Scatter:
Hence yee wicked, sith God (so gracious for vs)
Hath heard my moan, and doth regard my matter.