1 Thou witnesse of my truth sincere, My God vnto my poore request Vouch-saue to lend thy gracious eare: Thou hast my soule from thral releast. 2 Fauour me still, and daigne to heare Mine humble sute. O wretched wights, 3 How long will yee mine honour deare Turne into shame through your despites? Still will ye loue what thing is vaine, 4 And seek false hopes? know then at last, That God hath chose & will maintain His fauorite, whom ye disgrac't. God will regard mine instant mone. 5 Oh! tremble then, and cease offending; And, on your silent beds alone, Talk with your harts, your waies amending. 6 Offer the truest sacrifice Of broken hearts; on God besetting 7 Your only trust. The most deuise The waies of worldly treasure getting: But thou, O Lord, lift vp to mee The light of that sweet lookes of thine; 8 So shall my soule more gladsome be, Then theirs with al their corn & wine. 9 So I in peace shall lay me down, And on my bed take quiet sleep; Whiles thou, O Lord, shalt me alone From dangers all securely keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A NOVEL OF HIGH LIFE by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19 by THOMAS CAMPION |