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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Sonnet. 10.

[Well hast thou runne in this thy weary race]

Well hast thou runne in this thy weary race,
Well hast thou fought with Satan hand to hād:
Th'ast won the Goale, and gain'd the blessed Land,
That's neither limitted with time or place.
There thou attendest on the throne of Grace,
There Angels, and Archangels sweetly sing:
Eternall praises to th'eternall King,
And see the glorious brightnesse of his face.
All this I (doubt not) but thou well hast done,
Not of thy selfe (with shamefull sinne polluted)
But thy Redeemer hath the conquest wonne,
And vnto thee the victorie's imputed.
He paid the score, and cancell'd all thy bands,
And gaue thee to his blessed Fathers hands.