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FIFT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.

Harken O Lord vnto mine humble Playnings,
Hide not thy Face for euer in thine Anger:
My Dayes doe vade as Smoak, my hart in Langor,
Hyes (Flyes) to thee: why Shu'nst thou my Complaynings?
Friends haue I none; now from me All are flying:
In sted of Bread I haue ben fed with Ashes,
My Drinck my Tears; while I haue felt the Lashes
Of thy fierce Wrath, for all mine often Crying.
All Kings and Nati'ons shall admire thy Glory,
When thou, the Sighs of humble Soules attendest;
It shall be Writ in an Eternall Story.
Ah! Leaue me not, Thou, thou that All Defendest,
That madest All (Heau'n, Earth, and Ocean hoarie)
That neuer didst Begin, and neuer Endest.