Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
Henry Lok: 1593-1597, Sonnet V
Henry Lok focused upon Calvinist biblical devotion.
How can I hope for all my forward speed,
My fresh incounters of the riuals first,
My bold intent and zeale, which venter dirst
To runne so hard a race, and long indeed,
To win the prize? if past the greater paine,
I faint or do begin, my speed delay,
Or trusting ouer much the goale to gaine,
Let euery leaden heele, leade me the way.
In race of soule to heauen, light many a stay,
And fainting body doth for pleasure thurst:
The world strowes golden fruits–of tast accurst–
Which toucht with loue, we lose to soule's decay:
Then let me still runne on, so haue I need,
For constancie stands most the soule in steed.
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