5. Sonnets in praise of Eminency or a publike Life, 11

SOrrow, the Salue, and Sore of deadly Sin,
Sister of mercy, Mother of Remorce,
Who by thy being lost, dost Being win:
And, through thy strengthes decay, augmentst thy force.
Who, while thou hurt'st, thou healst (together both)
So, takst away thy Beeing, with thy Beeing,
Who loath'st to loue, because thou lou'st to loath,
That which doth giue thee sight, or blinds thy seeing:
O thou sweet-Sowr-sowr sweet, (each way too true!)
Sweeten, that Sowr that sowrest death doth seek:
Make sweet, sowr Sin, by making Death (hir due)
Dy, sith I liue, by Sin, made truly meek:
For, when-as Ill, by Grace, makes good our Mood,
Grace lets Ill Bee, that so, it may be good!