Classic Poem

Domine quis habitabit.

Which is what converse,
O Lord, in thy tabernacle?
And is to be celluy
So happy, that by grace will
On your holy Mount sor interior?

It will celluy droictement
Who is going smoothly in besongne:
Deed that does nothing but precisely
And whose mouth appertement
Truth in her heart tesmoigne:

Who by his tongue points will deed
Report, loz of aultruy back:
That his neighbor does meffaict:
Which also suffers from deed,
Shame that his Voysin we face:

This will be the man contemnant
Vicious: as that taken
Ceulx who fear God regnant:
This will be the good man taking
(Fust that his dam) promised faith:

To wear that will hear:
And so that justice shall,
That the aultruy droict not sell:
Charier and will wish that,
Fear not fault that never pays.