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Sonnet. XXVII.
[High King of Kings (who with thine awfull cheeke]
High
King of Kings (who with thine awfull cheeke
Controles the sternewindes, sinfull land, rough Seas:
Who chides in thunder when wee doe displease,
Whome all things feare and tremble at his becke,
Yoking in one the Kings and beggers necke
Without respect (in wrath) yet will appease
His wrath, when sinners penitent shall prease
His throne (in zeale sincere) without contecke.
Oh God iust, mercifull, and gracious,
Full of all plentie, blessing, and kindnesse,
Whose endlesse rule past limit, spacious,
Illuminate my soule, and banish blindnesse:
Consider how this sinfull soule (opprest
With nature) by thy grace would bee redrest.
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