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Sonnet. LXXIX.
[The tearmelesse date of my sweete second life]
The
tearmelesse date of my sweete second life,
(When this corruption mortall in sinne bred,
Shall resting in obliuion vanish dead,
Ending the period of all earthly strife)
Freshly recals those Loues, and graces rife
Which from my sweete saluations conduict bled:
These haue true zeale to my faithes refuge led,
So that no torture fagot, crosse or knife
Can seuer mee sequestred from thy flocke,
I feare no Pagan, Schismaticke, nor Iewe,
No worldly menaces can teare that Rocke
Of my faithes Adamant, assur'de and true:
But for that truth, I thousand deathes would dy
To liue ten thousand liues immortally.
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