Religion
Sions Sonets: Sonet 14
From Divine Poems (1633), Sions Sonets
Religion
THou sacred Center of my soule, in whome
I rest, behold thy wisht-for Love is come;
Refresht with thy delights, I have repasted
Vpon thy pleasures; my full soule hath tasted
Thy rip'ned dainties, and hath freely beene
Pleas'd with those fruits, that are (as yet) but green
All you that love the honour of my Bride,
Come taste her Vineyards, and be deifi'de,
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MLA
Quarles, Francis. “Sions Sonets: Sonet 14.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/quarles/577/.
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Quarles, Francis. “Sions Sonets: Sonet 14.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/quarles/577/.
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