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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
Sonnet XIV
V. Barnaby Barnes
O BENIGNE Father! let my sutes ascend
  And please thy gracious eares, from my soule sent,
  Even as those sweete perfumes of incense went
From our forefathers’ altars: who didst lend
Thy nostrils to that mirrh which they did send,        5
  Even as I now crave thine eares to be lent.
  My soule, my soule, is wholy, wholy bent
To do thee condigne service, and amend;
  To flie for refuge to thy wounded brest,
To sucke the balme of my salvation thence;        10
  In sweete repose to take eternall rest,
As thy child folded in thine armes’ defence:—
  But then my flesh, methought by Sathan firde,
  Said my proud sinfull soule in vain aspirde.

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