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Sonnet. LXVII.
[VVhat thing in spacious heauen, round earth, deepe seas]
VVhat
thing in spacious heauen, round earth, deepe seas,
Which thy praise worthy glories doth not tell?
Whose golden Sunneshine euer doth excell
In many millions farre aboue all these:
So much exceeding (that if any prease
To giue due praise) hee shall perceyue it well
His faculties against his will rebell,
And that his toungue cannot his spirit please.
Oh who shall giue due glories to his name,
That glorifies all thinges, with decent pride?
Or what is he can signifie the same,
Or in an equall share his praise deuide
With those great bounties which he hath bestow'd,
And those great mercies (on vs sinners) show'd?
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