When nowe appointed kinge, I king shalbe what mercie then what justice use I will: I heere O Lord, in songe protest to thee: Till that daie come, thou mee the crowne shalt give deepe studie I, on vertue will bestowe And pure in harte at home retyred live My lowelie eye shall levell at no ill: whoe fall from thee, with mee not one shall stand theire waies I shall pursue with hatred still Mischevous heads farr of from mee shall goe malicious hartes I never will admitt and whispring biters all will overthrowe. Ill shall I brooke the prowde ambitious band whose eyes looke hie whose puffed harts doe swell but for truth tellers seeke and searche the land. Such men with mee my counsulours shall sitt: such evermore myne officers shalbe men speaking right, and dooing what is fitt. No fraudulent within my howse shall dwell the cunning coyning tongue shall in my sight be not indur'd much lesse accepted well. As soone as I in all the land shall see a wicked wretch I shall him roote owt right And of vile men Jehova's cittie free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: INSCRIPTION FOR A PORTRAIT OF DANTE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK THE COTTON BOLL by HENRY TIMROD I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA A YOUTH TO HIS FATHER by WALTER R. ADAMS MEN OF GENIUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD |