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Sonnet. XXXIX.
[Inuironed with dangers manifolde]
Inuironed
with dangers manifolde,
At home and forren both by land and waue,
(Where change of Nations diuers daungers gaue,
And nouels earst which I did not beholde:
Much like a doubtfull Pilgrim, whome infould
Millions of woes, that knowes no helpe to haue,
Nor how from dangers prest himselfe to saue)
Was I: but when mee thought I perish should,
My God of mercy did my life redeeme,
My God of mercy did my soule sustaine,
Oh then how well shall it my Muse beseeme
To praise the Lord, and him collaude againe?
Nay try (vain Poets) try, that King, that place,
If God, and heauen, giue not your Muse most grace.
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