A paraphrase vpon the divine poems By George Sandys |
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A paraphrase vpon the divine poems | ||
Psalme CI.
[Of Justice I and Mercy sing]
Of Justice I and Mercy sing,
Which, Lord, from thee, their Fountain spring;
The Graces that adorn a King.
Which, Lord, from thee, their Fountain spring;
The Graces that adorn a King.
Grave Wisdome shall my steps direct,
No Vice my heart nor Roofe infect.
When wilt thou visit thine Elect!
No Vice my heart nor Roofe infect.
When wilt thou visit thine Elect!
No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide:
Who from the Tract of Vertue slide,
Just Hate shall from my Soul divide.
Who from the Tract of Vertue slide,
Just Hate shall from my Soul divide.
Who mischief in their Hearts contrive,
Delight in Wrong, in Factions strive,
I from my peacefull Court will drive.
Delight in Wrong, in Factions strive,
I from my peacefull Court will drive.
Who hath his Friend with Slander strook,
I will cut off; nor ever brook
A proud Heart, and a haughty Look.
I will cut off; nor ever brook
A proud Heart, and a haughty Look.
Mine Eyes the Faithfull shall observe;
Those in my Family shall serve,
Who never from pure Vertue swerve,
Those in my Family shall serve,
Who never from pure Vertue swerve,
But who are exercis'd in Guile,
Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile,
I from my Presence will exile.
Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile,
I from my Presence will exile.
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And all the VVicked in the Land
VVill cut off with a timely Hand;
Nor shall they in Gods Citie stand.
VVill cut off with a timely Hand;
Nor shall they in Gods Citie stand.
A paraphrase vpon the divine poems | ||