Classic Poem

Beati quorum sunt remissae iniquity.

A very happy with celluy committed
Transgressions are with discounts:
Which also unfair Fisheries
Before his God are covered & hidden.

O how full of happiness I deemed
The man to whom God imputes his sin item:
And the Spirit which dwells not
On hypocrisy, and fraud ung only poinct.

During my illness, whether VINSE to shut up,
Las shouting: either prinse me to bray,
And moan all day without ceasing,
My bones have deed that melt, and lower.

For day & night the hard ay thy hand felt,
My sin, weighed down upon me:
If the mood of me and Traicte,
Seemed all of seicheresse beene.

But my sin I'll ay declaire, Sire,
Cache does ay: & ay not been taught to say so soon,
It confess my fault to God meffaict,
Vray thy goodness pardon has me deed.

For this cause, clean time, and good,
You require any holy person:
And when evils ung courroit deluge,
On icelle adonc approach does pourroit.

It is thou who art my Fort, and my retraicte:
It is thou who do evil qu'ennuy Traicte me:
This toy is by wholes in which shots I delivered
Whereof sing with me veoir information provided.

Vien every one here, I wouldst be heard,
And you monstrer the Voye where you doibs tender
By having the right eye over toy planted
Addresser for you, as Experienced.

Do not be like the horse, and the mule,
Who have no intelligence in eulx:
To keep them from biting you refreins
Their Dentz, and mouth, jaws avecques, & brakes.

Man endurcy be tamed, in like manner,
For evils without number, and by extresmes pain.
But in God Mectra everything appuy,
For large 'sweetness will Traicte of him.

But so have fun fruition:
And wholes in God take resjouyssance
Human righteous: lead joy orendroict
Every one of you who have droict cueur.