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Sonnet. LXXXVII.
[Bvt that sweete spirite, modest, meeke and milde]
Bvt that sweete spirite, modest, meeke and milde,Which with true zeale and solace doth imbrace
The loue of vertues, and eternall grace:
That charitie whose deedes of mercy builde
With fayths assistaunce for his soule defilde
An hospitall of ease in heauens pallace:
That spotlesse contenance with rosie face.
That sober temperance which hath exilde
Detested ryot, and foule surfets vice:
That hande of bountie which still giues and lendes:
That blessed patience soules caulme sacrifice:
That honest labour which lifes state defendes.
Through peace of conscience and souls comfort these
Our heartes for heauen prepare and high God please.
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