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Sonnet. XLIX.
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A Divine Centvrie of Spirituall Sonnets | ||
Sonnet. XLIX.
[I feele my soule in combat with the dust]
I feele my soule in combat with the dustOf sinfull flesh, and ready to breake out
From loathsome bondage, dreadlesse of all doubt:
I feele my soule (by shaddowes) seuer must
From that base prison of terrestriall rust,
Where it shall triumph in celestiall route
Of my forefathers Angels round about
That glorious throne of the faithfull and iust.
But yet my feebleflesh (sur charg'de with guilt)
Trembleth at thought of death, but why should it
Feare coward death, since for my soule was spilt
His bloud, that shall for mee in triumph sit?
Death doe thy worst, but yet (Lord) thine eare giue,
Why I with Dauid would not die but liue.
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