Classic Poem

Deus, Deus meus, ad te

Avg Revenge, take the quarrel
From me, Lord, for thy mercy,
Against the faulse gent, and cruel:
Man, one filled with cautelle,
And malice endurcy,
Delivre also Avg.

Alas, my God, you are my power,
Wherefore you enfuys, reboutant me?
Wherefore permectz that desplaisance
I walk, Under the nuysance
My opponent, who as
Will persecute me?

At this time your light Luyse,
Foy and your real yours,
Chascune them conduyse me
In thy holy mount, & introduyse me
Tabernacle to yours,
Avecq humble posture.

Boldness in there prendray
To go to the altar of God,
The God of my joy, and jubilation,
And harp chanteresse
Confesseray he is God as
That toy, immortal God.

My Heart, wherefore you esbahys now?
Wherefore you 'in debatz Avg?
Wait for the God you worship,
Because thanks to him rendray encores,
He has me out of mys esmoy,
As my God, & Roy.