Sir Thomas Smith: Literary and Linguistic Works [1542. 1549. 1568] Part I Certaigne psalmes or songues of David: translated into Englishe meter by Sir Thomas Smith, Knight, then Prisoner in the Tower of London, with other prayers and songues by him made to pas the tyme there. 1549 ... By Bror Danielsson |
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AN-OTHER PSALME.
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AN-OTHER PSALME.
[Euerie man knoweth his own faulte]
Euerie man knoweth his own faulte,
The gessinges of men, be but doubtfull,
He that is most high, is most nere thassault,
The fortunes of men be so wounderfull.
The gessinges of men, be but doubtfull,
He that is most high, is most nere thassault,
The fortunes of men be so wounderfull.
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This day made new Duke, Marques, Earle, or Baron,
Yet maie the ax, stand next the dore,
Euerie thing is not ended, as it is begone,
God will haue the strok, either after or before.
Yet maie the ax, stand next the dore,
Euerie thing is not ended, as it is begone,
God will haue the strok, either after or before.
Is there any thing in this world suer or fast
That death or iniurie can not break?
Look but on this yeare, and yeares before past,
And wey Gods iudgement, and his fearfull wreak.
That death or iniurie can not break?
Look but on this yeare, and yeares before past,
And wey Gods iudgement, and his fearfull wreak.
Mercie, Lord God, look upon this poore Isle.
Let not truthe be oppressed, nor innocentes slayn,
Look on thi lovers, do not frowne on vs but smile,
And all that seek thee, will be glad and fain.
Let not truthe be oppressed, nor innocentes slayn,
Look on thi lovers, do not frowne on vs but smile,
And all that seek thee, will be glad and fain.
False reaport and sclaunderous lyes goeth betwixte
Daunger, doubte, and deadlie feare, thei haue mad
Litle truth with most shamfull lyes, be mixt.
Whi should now this still, thin innocentes lad?
Daunger, doubte, and deadlie feare, thei haue mad
Litle truth with most shamfull lyes, be mixt.
Whi should now this still, thin innocentes lad?
Repent, o repent, and others so iudge.
As yow your self wold be iudged again
Here is no byding place, we must all away trudge
From hence by accompt, either to ioye or pain.
As yow your self wold be iudged again
Here is no byding place, we must all away trudge
From hence by accompt, either to ioye or pain.
An end of this troble, o Lorde God make,
Reconcile the parties lovingly togither.
This will mak our ennemies for to quak
And gladnes with mirthe to retorne hither
Reconcile the parties lovingly togither.
This will mak our ennemies for to quak
And gladnes with mirthe to retorne hither
This graunt, o Lord, which haest given vs knowledge
Of thi gospell, whose sprite all truthe doth bring
Thus shalt thou save, I dare, right well alledge
This Isle, and comfort our most loving King.
Of thi gospell, whose sprite all truthe doth bring
Thus shalt thou save, I dare, right well alledge
This Isle, and comfort our most loving King.
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