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[The Courte of Vertu

contaynynge many holy songes, Sonettes, psalmes and ballettes] [by John Hall]

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Syng thys as, Heare out O Lord the ryght request. &c.

VVhen ye take foode at any tyme,
Your bodyes to refreshe with ought
Remember Gods infynite powre
Which all hath made & formde of nought.
Remember eke his prudent reygne,
His mercy and benignitie,
Who all his workes doth aye susteyne.
And gouerne styll continually.
And consequently call to mynde,
Hys clemency and great mekenes,
Whych all creatures dothe fede & fynde,
Yea hys most foes in theyr dystresse.
Ponder also the great meruayle,
How many great gyftes he ordeynes,
Sufficient foode and all victayle,
For all that this whole world conteines.
Haue mynde how fast we do declyne,
How apt we are styll to decay,
Whiche only he by powre diuine,
Preserues els were we gone away.

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No mans wysedom nor angell bryght,
Were able this to take in hand,
In any wyse: or thyng more lyght,
The way howe once to vnderstande
Sythe of hys gyftes therfore we lyue
Were it not cursed vnkyndnes,
That we due praise shold hym not geue?
Oh hatefull vile vnthankfulnes.
At thy table let sobernesse,
And wysedome be wyth talke most chast
Myndyng styll his pure holynes,
Whose gyftes this time in hand thou hast
Let bytter wordes and backbytyng
From thy table secluded be,
Hys loue to thee rememberyng
Whose kyndnes is great towardes thee.
This place therfore contaminate,
Not, wyth dysprayse of any man,
Syth thou feciste here for thyne estate,
Gods fauour, that no wyght want can.
Let therfore here no hate appere,
Where God so greatly shewes his loue,
But rather loue thy brother dere,
As gods great giftes here doo the moue.
Lorde graunt vs grace for euermore,
That we thy mercyes so muche mynde,
That hatred our heartes may abhore,
And neuer shewe our selues vnkynde.
Amen.