The Rocke of Regard diuided into foure parts. The first, the Castle of delight: Wherein is reported, the wretched end of wanton and dissolute liuing. The second, the Garden of Vnthriftinesse: Wherein are many sweete flowers, (or rather fancies) of honest loue. The thirde, the Arbour of Vertue: Wherein slaunder is highly punished, and vertuous Ladies and Gentlewomen, worthily commended. The fourth, the Ortchard of Repentance: Wherein are discoursed, the miseries that followe dicing, the mischiefes of quareling, the fall of prodigalitie: and the souden ouerthrowe of foure notable cousners, with diuers other morall, natural, & tragical discourses: documents and admonitions being all the inuention, collection and translation of George Whetstons |
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[To thee (O Lord) with hart and voice I sing] |
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[To thee (O Lord) with hart and voice I sing]
To
thee (O Lord) with hart and voice I sing,
Whose mercy great, from dole to sweete delight,
From mone to myrth, my troubled spirite did bring,
Yea more thy yre, hath foyld my foes in sight,
They liue in want, that flourisht late in wealth,
They grone with griefe, yea lacke both help & helth,
Whose mercy great, from dole to sweete delight,
From mone to myrth, my troubled spirite did bring,
Yea more thy yre, hath foyld my foes in sight,
They liue in want, that flourisht late in wealth,
They grone with griefe, yea lacke both help & helth,
Their conscience guilt, doth gall them through their gaine,
And yet they waste, more faster then they winne,
Thus sweete prou'd sowre, their pleasure turnd to paine,
Yea liuing dyde, to thinke vpon their sinne,
Their shadowes feard, so souden was their fall,
But more their death, when destenie did them call.
And yet they waste, more faster then they winne,
Thus sweete prou'd sowre, their pleasure turnd to paine,
Yea liuing dyde, to thinke vpon their sinne,
Their shadowes feard, so souden was their fall,
But more their death, when destenie did them call.
Their mone amasd, a thousand wretches moe,
Who sight and shrynkt, through motions of deceit,
To heare report, this thundring threat to throwe,
Foule fall the fraude, to breede our bale a baite,
A bitter sweete that rots, ere it be ripe,
A liuing care, to soule a deadly stripe.
Who sight and shrynkt, through motions of deceit,
To heare report, this thundring threat to throwe,
Foule fall the fraude, to breede our bale a baite,
A bitter sweete that rots, ere it be ripe,
A liuing care, to soule a deadly stripe.
But how with hap, the pikes of harme I past,
Of murdrous mates, of myndes on mischiefe set,
Whose snares for me, them selues did fetter fast,
Whose baites for me, them measht in beggers net,
Inforst men say, of God, loe here the might,
Which heales the harmd, and lames ye lewd in sight.
Of murdrous mates, of myndes on mischiefe set,
Whose snares for me, them selues did fetter fast,
Whose baites for me, them measht in beggers net,
Inforst men say, of God, loe here the might,
Which heales the harmd, and lames ye lewd in sight.
But I whose scare, thy heauenly helpe did cleare,
Will daily sing, with mynd, with hart and voyce,
To thee (O Lord) be honour, laude, and feare,
Which foyldst my foes, and madst me to reioyce,
Laude for thy grace, and honour to thy name,
Feare cause thy wrath, doth put the lewde to shame.
Will daily sing, with mynd, with hart and voyce,
To thee (O Lord) be honour, laude, and feare,
Which foyldst my foes, and madst me to reioyce,
Laude for thy grace, and honour to thy name,
Feare cause thy wrath, doth put the lewde to shame.
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