The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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I said I would watch o'r my wayes,Leist sin̄e escapt my tongue:
I bridle would my mouth, whill I
The wicked was among.
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Dumbe was I and did silence keep,Evin to speake good did spare,
Till my restrained sorow stir'd,
The stronger did appeare.
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My hart within me brunt, the fireShutt vp, at lenth furth brack;
And, way wnto my museings made,
Thus with my tong I spak:
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My end to know, me make O Lord,What is my dayes' extent;
O make me know how fraile I am,
And little permanent.
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Lo! as an handbredth hast thow madeThe measure of my dayes;
And, in thy sight, my life's whole age
As it wer nothing, stays.
Man verily, evin of all men,
The meanest and most great,
Are altogether vanity,
In their best setled state.
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Man, (surelie,) in a vain show walks;Sure vex'd they are in vain,
To heap vp goods, (wncertaine who
Shal brook them,) taking payne.
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And now, what wait I for, O Lord?My hope thow art. Me free
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From all my faults, from the reproachOf such as foolisch bee.
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Becaus thow didst it I am dumbe,No word will I presume.
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Thy stroake O turne away; Thy hand'sSore strips my life consume;
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For sin, correcting with rebooksWretcht man, thow wearst away
His beautie, moth like; sure each man,
Is vanity each way.
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My prayer hear, hear, Lord, my cry.My flowing tears to sie,
Do thow not silence keep, for I
A stranger am with thee.
Heer, as my fathers all, I stray;
Turne, turne thy wraith from me;
That I may take my breath before
I goe and cease to bee.
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