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Sonnet. LV.
[From depth of fearefull Hels eternall shade]
From
depth of fearefull Hels eternall shade,
And bottomelesse discent into that lake,
In heate, and cold where sinners burne and quake:
Where all things vnconsum'de for euer fade,
At whose remembrance sinners are dismaide
For horrour of those dreadfull pangues which shake,
And for sweete succour intercession make,
Of their sinnes burthen, and hell fire affraide:
Eu'n from the fearefull bottomelesse blacke pit,
(At whose remembrance my poore soule doth tremble)
Saue and deliuer mee, whereas I sit
Inuiron'd with dispaire, which doth resemble
An Iland (with rough seas inclosed round)
At euery gust, in danger to bee dround.
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