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SONET. 3. (Book 3)
MY wayes, my wandrings all to Thee are knowne,
No strength to stand (LORD) of my selfe I haue;
I breath in bondage, so am not mine owne,
Emancipat to Sinne, so Sathans slave.
No stinking carion, halfe consumd in graue,
My leprous soule, in loathsomenesse exceeds.
Thy glorious Image, how defacd I haue
While I record, my heart for horror bleeds,
Sweete Reconcealer, Thou who pardon pleads
To sin-chargd soules, which faynting, groane for grace,
Thy Mercie measure not with my misdeeds,
Thy wandring chyld, turnd home at length, embrace,
who brutishly mongst beasts, (with ackorns fed)
Too long, a shamefull, swynish life haue led.