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Sonnet. LXXIII.
[Triumphant conquerour of death and hell]
Triumphant
conquerour of death and hell,
Behold what legions (though in vaine) conspire,
Thy Temple militant to set on fire,
And Saints which in thy sanctuarie dwell
To burne, whilst they against thy power rebell:
See how like bloudy tyrants they desire
Ambitiously to rise and mount vp higher,
Like Lucifer which to perdition fell.
Their forces are addrest against thy Saints,
Breake thou their bowes, knap thou their speares in sunder:
I know their spirit at thy presence faints,
Against their Cannon plante thy dreadfull thunder,
Thy thunderbolts against their bullets dash,
And on their beauers bright let lightning flash.
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