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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Sonnet XXXIII

V. Barnaby Barnes

THRICE puissant generall of true Christian hoast!

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.