IDENTILIN$$ F174.H11/HSMade ms. in Harvard copy of A (p. 323)/ EWS, o:7-29-02/cor GAS, mf, 10-15-02 174.H11.0HE A holy Sonnet. 1 174.H11.001 Thou hast made me, And shall thy work decay? 174.H11.002 Repayr me, now for now mine end doth haste, 174.H11.003 I run to Death, & death meets me as fast, 174.H11.004 And all my pleasures ar like yesterday, 174.H11.005 I dare not moue my dimme Eyes any way, 174.H11.006 Despayre behinde, and death before doth cast 174.H11.007 Such terrour, & my feeble flesh doth waste 174.H11.008 By sinne in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh; 174.H11.009 Only thou art aboue, & when towards thee 174.H11.010 By thy leaue I can look, I rise againe; 174.H11.011 But our >old< subtle foe so tempteth mee, 174.H11.012 That not one houre my selfe I can sustain 174.H11.013 Thy grace may wing me to preuent his art 174.H11.014 And thou like Adamant draw mine Iron hart. 174.H11.0SSom 174.H11.0$$om