XV. To Mr. Robert Coleman.
Thou
Mover As Servants mark their Masters hands
Thou
Mover As Servants mark their Masters hands, as Maids their Mistresses commands,
and liberty expect. So we deprest by enemies, and growing troubles,
fix our Eyes on God, who sits on high; Till he in mercy shall descend to
give our miseries an end, and turn our tears our tears to joy. Till he in mercy
shall descend to give our miseries an end, and turn our tears our tears to joy.
O save us, Lord, us, Lord, O save us, Lord, us, Lord, by all forlorn, the
subject of contempt and scorn, the subject of contempt of contempt and scorn
and scorn. Defend us from their pride, who live in fluency and ease; who
who with our woes their malice please, and miseries deride.
George Sandys.