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BRIDEGROOME.

Sonet XIIII.

Thou sacred Center of my soule, in whome
I rest, behold thy wisht-for Love is come;
Refresht with thy delights, I have repasted
Vpon thy pleasures; my full soule hath tasted
Thy rip'ned dainties, and hath freely beene
Pleas'd with those fruits, that are (as yet) but green
All you that love the honour of my Bride,
Come taste her Vineyards, and be deifi'de,
 

Obedience.

Strong workes of Faith.

The new fruits of the Spirit.