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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06203	Sundry Christian passions contained in two hundred sonnets Diuided into two equall parts: the first consisting chiefly of meditations, humiliations, and praiers. The second of comfort, ioy, and thankesgiuing. By H.L.	Lok, Henry.	1593 (1593)	STC 16697; ESTC S109643	52,183	128

my heart doth bleed To see that bountie of a God so kinde And note the dulnesse of my nature blinde That should forget the Lord who me doth feed When I was almost lost he me did finde When I forgat him cleane on me he thought When I was sold to sin then he me bought When I was wounded he my sores did binde Yea when I pinde He gaue me plenteous store Which gifts I will record for euermore SON XC WHy should I faint or feare or doubt at all How fierce so euer fleshly combat show Since I so sure a succour readie know To shield me safe what euer do befall If he haue such regard of sparrows small As none of them till God appoint do dye If to our haires which fall he haue an eye That none of them vnnumbred perish shall Why should I thinke him deaffe when I do crye As though he had no care of vs below As though he would not needfull things bestow Although our patience he delight to trye Who can denye But floures that grow in field In glorie staine the beautie pride doth yeeld SON XCI HOw do Gods blessings to his Saints abound Whose gifts of grace although they be but small At first yet more and more increase they shall As seed well watred in a frutefull ground The proofe whereof I sinfull wretch haue found Whose faith nigh famished he now hath fed From heauen with great increase of fish and bread Which strengthen dying soule with comfort sound His word for table he did open spred His seruants for to feed me he did call Their dole so free I find more fragments fall Then in my basket sences home haue led Yet he hath bed To such more to bestow As greatest store of former treasor show SON XCII I Know not Lord how to discharge aright The dutie that for graces great I owe No need thou hast of me at all I know Yet in thy seruice shall be my delight To publish forth thy praises day and night To serue thy Saints with gifts I shall possesse Thy wondrous works by all meanes to confesse I will imploy my substance wit and might The remnant of my life shall well expresse That dead to sin in Christ to life I grew Which shall to world my mind regenerate show Although that I cannot sin cleane suppresse And will adresse My thoughts to thee alone Because on earth true ioy or blisse is none SON XCIII IF I did hope by pen to patterne out The many merits of thy Maiestie Which of thy mercies we do daily trie An endlesse matter I should go about But I alas my strength so much do doubt That nothing lesse then such a thought I haue To point forth others to a thought I craue Whose confidence in skill is much more stout Yet dare I say that nature neuer gaue The power to flesh and bloud to looke so hye Nor gifts of grace full few there are apply To giue him laude aright that did them saue How to behaue My selfe herein I learne And wish my will might others likewise warne SON XCIIII WHat tong or pen can show it selfe vnkinde Vnto a father full of mercy so Who freely doth such benefits bestow And of your case hath such a carefull minde Before we were a way he forth did finde Whereby to purchase vs in heauen a place When natiue strength our glory should deface A remedie therefore his loue assignde He giues vs knowledge of the same by grace Which offered is to them the which will go Vnto the word where sauing health doth grow And saith through which our Sauiour we imbrace And being base By birth and thrall to hell He vs adopts in childrens roome to dwell SON XCV WHy should this worldly care haue now such power To quēch the comfort which the soule shall find In this our God who is to vs so kind The memorie of which should feare deuower If faith were watred well with heauenly shower Of grace and knowledge of our happie state It would the force of all assaults abate And be a bulwarke strong at trials hower If we the world and flesh did truly hate And made his will a law vnto our minde If doubt of power or will did not vs blinde Which to distrust sets open wide the gate Then would this rate Of worldly care be lesse And he our faith with fauour more would blesse SON XCVI HOw loth this flesh of mine remaineth still To part from sin his old companion deare Of death or of a change he would not heare But would imbrace him aye with his good will The verie thought of death his thought doth kill The verie feare thereof his sorrow brings So sweet the pleasures seeme of earthly things That nought else can our fond affections kill But who is wise fro out the snare he wrings Before perforce death doth approach him neare That abstinence no vertue doth appeare When want of power subdues affections stings But who so flings From them when they pursue To him pure name of vertue indeed is due SON XCVII WHo so would liue of force he first must dye Death is the doore which leadeth vnto life Life which shall be deuoyd of change and strife Whose comfort shall our teares of sorrow drye The way is straight the which man must go by If to the heauens he purpose to ascend His grosse corruption must to graue descend And dead the power of sin therein must lye If he to be regenerate intend First must he mortifie the motions rise Of lust which kill the soule with cruell knife And eke his ruine presently pretend For God will send A happie change indeed As haruest paies with plentie plow mans seed SON XCVIII WHen I with griefe sometimes to mind do call The wofull losse that sin to man hath brought And want which to all creatures it hath wrought By Satans slight and Adams fearfull fall I finde no comfort in worlds vse at all But wish to be dissolu'd with Christ to dwell From whom all blessings flow and do excell In thought whereof my comfort is not small Yea I do grow by thinking hereof well Into a doubt if that in truth I ought More sorrow parents fall which death hath brought Or ioy the life through Christ to me befell Yet truth to tell I finde the change so good Our state is better now then when we stood SON XCIX IF I can speake and like a coward crake If I can tell the thing the which is best If I in muster seeme to battell prest And yet shrinke backe when I should triall make If I indeuour others to awake Fro out the deadly slumber they are in And yet my selfe cannot reuolt from sin But in the pride thereof do pleasure take By all my trauell I no game shall win Although my paine might proue to others blest But as the Symball sound doth to the rest I might haps mourne when others mirth begin The feast but thin Would be vnto