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I. The kinges verses when he was fyfteene yeere old
Antithesis
Since thought is thrall to thy ill will,
O troubled heart great is thy pain
Thought unreveeled may doe the ill
But words weill past come weill again
Be never carefull to invent
To gett thy owne, but Gods intent
O troubled heart great is thy pain
Thought unreveeled may doe the ill
But words weill past come weill again
Be never carefull to invent
To gett thy owne, but Gods intent
Play not thy self with thy conceate
For God knoweth all that thou doeth meane
Hope without faith will bring the late
To thy intent for to atteane
And when it breaks furth in effect
Thy wylie witt will God correct
For God knoweth all that thou doeth meane
Hope without faith will bring the late
To thy intent for to atteane
And when it breaks furth in effect
Thy wylie witt will God correct
Since of fool haste come never good speed
Pray God to give thee grace to know
That vertue onlie forced by need
Serveth little thanks to the by law
On Gods will then see thou attend
If thou would vanquishe in the end
Pray God to give thee grace to know
That vertue onlie forced by need
Serveth little thanks to the by law
On Gods will then see thou attend
If thou would vanquishe in the end
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