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Gratia peccatum superat.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Mounted on winges of high aspiring thought,
I soare a loft vp to the throne of grace;
My heartes repent, by true contrition wrought,
I there present before th' Almighties face.
The spotlesse Lambe which for my guilt was slaine,
I offer vp a ransome for my sinne;
With sighs, praiers, teares, I begge release of paine,
Of him that ever mercifull hath been.
My soule thus seated in divine desires,
Selfe-love allurs me vnto vaine delight,
Then quenchèd are my former heavenly fires,
Till grace doth once againe put sinne to flight.
Thus sinne with grace, & grace with sinne doth strive,
Till sin lie dead, & grace doe sinne survive.