Classic Poem

experience of satens malice July 7

The devill will withstand
Us most, in whats of grand
Importance unto us, therby
Filling us, with perplexety.

Hee slyly, lys in wait
to cacth us, by his bait
Eather before, or at the time
We should, to some, great mercy climb.

Thus weakens he our faith
When cald for, in itt height
Entangling of us, in his net
When we the greatest good, might get.

It may be he hath seen
That our designs have been
To get new strength, to throw him out
No wonder, then hee lays about,

Hee will fly in our face,
whilst we do seek for grace,
And strength, to thrust him out of doors
Making new tumults, and uproors.

Hee has no place by right,
But what he gets by slight,
My all, belongs to thee alone,
And wilt thou nott, safegaurd thine own.

Oh wilt thou not engage
thy pow'r against the rage
Of thy professed enemy,
Whom thou hast, in, captivity,

Oh blame me not to long
From this foe, to be gone
How can I chouse, but greive, and pine
To see, him thus, intrude, on thine,

Oh when wilt thou unty,
life's knot. that I may fly,
From this my enemy, who still
Doth lead, me captive, att his will.