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Book: Holy Sonnets
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Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
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Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
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If faithful souls be alike glorified
As angels, then my fathers soul doth see,
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What if this present were the world's last night?
Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,
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I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite;
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Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear.
What! is it She, which on the other shore
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O might those sighs and tears return again
Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent,
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Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
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At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
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As due by many titles I resign
My self to Thee, O God; first I was made
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If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,
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