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Psalm 49 Audite haec, omnes
World-dwellers all give heede to what I saie;
To all I speake, to rich, poore, high and low;
Knowledg the subject is my hart conceaves,
Wisdome the wordes shall from my mouth proceed:
Which I will measure by melodious eare,
And ridled speech to tuned harp accord.
To all I speake, to rich, poore, high and low;
Knowledg the subject is my hart conceaves,
Wisdome the wordes shall from my mouth proceed:
Which I will measure by melodious eare,
And ridled speech to tuned harp accord.
The times of evil why should they me dismaie,
When mischief shall my foote stepps overflow?
And first from him whom fickle wealth deceaves,
Which his (though greate) vaine confidence doth breed,
Since no man can his brothers life out-beare,
Nor yeeld for him his ransome to the Lord?
When mischief shall my foote stepps overflow?
And first from him whom fickle wealth deceaves,
Which his (though greate) vaine confidence doth breed,
Since no man can his brothers life out-beare,
Nor yeeld for him his ransome to the Lord?
For deere the price that for a soul must paie:
And death his prisoner never will forgoe;
Naie tell mee whome but longer time hee leaves
Respited from the tombe for treasures meed?
Sure at his sommons, wise and fooles appeare,
And others spend the riches they did hoord.
And death his prisoner never will forgoe;
Naie tell mee whome but longer time hee leaves
Respited from the tombe for treasures meed?
Sure at his sommons, wise and fooles appeare,
And others spend the riches they did hoord.
A second thinkes his house shall not decaie,
Nor time his glorious buildings overthrow,
Nam'd proudlie of his name, where folly reaves
Exalted men of sence: and theie indeed
A brutish life and death, as beasts they weare,
Doe live and die; of whom is noe record.
Nor time his glorious buildings overthrow,
Nam'd proudlie of his name, where folly reaves
Exalted men of sence: and theie indeed
A brutish life and death, as beasts they weare,
Doe live and die; of whom is noe record.
Yea these, whose race approves their peevish waie,
Death in the pitt his carrion foode doth stow
And loe, the first succeeding light perceaves
The just installed in the greate mans steed;
Nay, far his prince: when once that lovely cheere,
Lovely in house, in tombe becomes abhord.
Death in the pitt his carrion foode doth stow
And loe, the first succeeding light perceaves
The just installed in the greate mans steed;
Nay, far his prince: when once that lovely cheere,
Lovely in house, in tombe becomes abhord.
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But God, my God, to intercept the praie
Of my life from the grave will not foreslowe
For he it is, hee only me receaves:
Then though one rich doe growe, though glories seede
Spring with encrease: yet stand thou free from feare,
Of all his pomp death shall him nought affoord.
Of my life from the grave will not foreslowe
For he it is, hee only me receaves:
Then though one rich doe growe, though glories seede
Spring with encrease: yet stand thou free from feare,
Of all his pomp death shall him nought affoord.
Please they them selves, and think at happiest stay
Who please them selves: yet to their fathers goe
Must they to endless dark: for folly reaves
Exalted men of sence, and they indeede
A brutish life and death, as beastes they weare,
Doe live, and die, of whome is noe record.
Who please them selves: yet to their fathers goe
Must they to endless dark: for folly reaves
Exalted men of sence, and they indeede
A brutish life and death, as beastes they weare,
Doe live, and die, of whome is noe record.
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