Classic Poem

Misericordiam, & judicium cantabo

Prins of me is wanting in mectre escripture
Psalme, speaking kindly, and droicture,
And if wouldst to thee, my God, sing,
And present.

I wouldst keep the Voye not nuysible,
When will you make me peaceful Roy?
D'ung cueur all pure conduiray my house
Avecq reason.

Nothing maulvais there veoir not want Auray,
Hay too much because I meschants, and their lives,
Ung one of eulx around Avg adjoinct
Will be developed.

All cueur who thought desloyalle,
Deslogera out of my Court Royalle
Nuysant and there will be welcome,
Not congnu.

Who mesdire apart by his next strike,
Who cueur large, and the esleve sourcilz,
The ung mectray down the Aultre suffer for vray,
I pourray.

My yeulx will be very diligent in querre
The faithful inhabitants of the land,
For Estre to Avg: who droicte Voye yra,
Serve me.

Which estudie to use fallacy,
In my point home will find instead:
Lying on me will do Leaky,
Well, not favor.

Ains of chasseray country early
Wholes the meschants both qu'ung alone remains there,
To clean the city of the Lord
On iniquity.