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DONNE, JOHN
HOLY
SONNETS
Thou has
made me, and shall Thy works decay?
Repair me
now, for now my hand doth haste,
I runne to
death, and death meets me as fast,
And all my
pleasures are like yesterday;
(Donne,
236)
II
As due by
many titles I resigne
My selfe
to Thee, O God, first I was made
By Thee,
and for Thee, and when I was decay’d
Thy blood
bought that, the which was Thine;
I am Thy
sonne, made with Thy selfe to shine.
(Ibid,
236)
IX
But who am
I, that dare dispute with Thee
Oh God?
Oh! Of thine onely worthy blood,
And drowne
in it my sinnes black memorie;
That Thou
remember them, some claime as debt,
I thinke
it mercy if Thou wilt forget.
(Ibid,
239)
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