Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Sonnet XXXIIIV. Barnaby Barnes
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Whose voyce itselfe is dreadfull thunder-cracke,
Whose wrath doth neither fire nor lightning lacke,
Whose stormie frowne makes tremble everie coast,
Chasing thy fearefull foes from post to post;
Whose hands force can all the world’s forces sacke,
Who turnes his foeman’s colours into blacke;
Whose murthering thunderboults for arrowes bee,
Whose sworde victorious, trenchant, double-edged,
His holy Scripture is; whose foes convert
The point to their owne brest, and have alledg’d
Vaine arguments, thy deare saints to subvert:
As thou, deare God! art Judge; so give thy doome,
In justice, to subvert ambitious Rome.