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THis holy
season fit to fast and pray,
Men to deuotion ought
to be inclynd:
therefore, I lykewise on so holy day,
for my sweet Saynt some seruice fit will find.
Her temple fayre is built within my mind,
in which
her glorious ymage placed is,
on which my thoughts
doo day and night attend
lyke sacred priests that
neuer thinke amisse.
There I to her as th'author of
my blisse,
will builde an altar to appease her yre:
and on the same my hart will sacrifise,
burning
in flames of pure and chast desyre:
The which
vouchsafe O goddesse to accept,
amongst thy deerest
relicks to be kept.
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