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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Sonet XXVII

XI. Henry Lok

From the “Second Centurie”

SO blinde, O Lord, haue my affections bin,

And so deceitfull hath bin Satan’s slight,

That to giue credit I did first begin

To pride and lust, as heauenly powers of might:

I offred all my sences with delight,

A sacrifice to feede those idols vaine:

Of all the presents proffred day and night,

Nought vnconsumde I saw there did remaine,

Till that thy prophets by thy word made plaine

The falshood by the which I was deceiued;

How Satan’s kingdome made hereof a gaine,

And wickednesse my hope and faith bereaued.

But now the sifted ashes of thy word

Bewraies Bel’s prists, slaies dragon without sword.