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Sonnet. XL.
[My daies bee few, my sinnes past number bee]
My daies bee few, my sinnes past number bee,Adde to my daies (Oh God) more time of grace,
And mercy to my sinnes: behold my case,
With eyes of gracious pittie looke on mee:
My wounded and afflicted conscience see,
My soule afraide to stand before thy face:
In pittie Lord, (deare Lord) a longer space,
Or else in mercy (Father) set mee free,
I finde high iustice doth my soule condemne,
Which Sathan vrgeth still to my dispaire:
Sathan auoide, thy malice I contemne,
Al thy suggestions vaine illusions are.
Of thy temptations this is my construction,
Then perish in vaine hope of my destruction.
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