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Sonnet 5.
[Most Christian Kingdom, thou wert ne're so near]
Most Christian Kingdom, thou wert ne're so nearDrown'd in the deep Gulphes of thy Ciuill warre,
As in the tempest of this later Iar,
Which past conceit of calming did appear.
When all the windes aduersly armed were,
(Though selfly-foes, yet friends to work thy wrack)
Thy Ship a helm, thy self a heart didst lack,
On troubled waters tossed here and there:
Then from aboue (O bounty most admired!)
Saint Hermes shin'd: whose gentle light presageth
That then the anger of the Heav'ns asswageth.
O happy Peace! lesse hoped then desired:
O grace much honour'd! little yet conceiv'd;
O blessed guile, that thus our sense deceiv'd!
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