Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Sonet XXVIIXI. Henry Lok
From the “Second Centurie”
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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.