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Sonnet. LXXXIX.
[I feele by motions in my sinnefull breast]
I feele by motions in my sinnefull breast,
My sillie soule, through weakenesse is depraued,
And Sathan (fearing least it should be saued)
My memory doth with vile sinnes infest:
And to procure my spirites more vnrest,
When of my soule in anguish helpe is craued,
(where her chiefe refuge is) with horrour raued
My conscience in despayre cryes out opprest,
O mercie, mercie, grace and succour sende
Father of mercie for thy Sonne sweete Iesus,
my sore hart and sinwounded soule defende,
With thy sweete helpe and holy Spirite ease vs:
Thy quickening vertue lende to my soule dead,
Then shall my foote on Sathans bellie tread.
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