Classic Poem

Dixit injustus, ut delinquat in semetipso

Maling the vicious faictz
Tell me that before his yeulx
Did fear no God:
Because as is pleases in his error,
That have in hayne, and horror,
It is force & contraincte.

His talk is nuysant, and end:
Doctrine is fleeing, in order
Ever do well.
Dream in his wickedness LICT:
The path is twisted arreste:
A no evil is contrary.

O Lord, thy benignity
Button to cieulx, and your truth
Naked to the test stands.
Thy judgments seem haultz Mountains
Ung abyss your good acts,
You keep man, and beast.

O noble are thy graces
Men who have confidence
In the shadow of your aesles!
Of your property drunk their desires,
And the river of thy pleasures,
Boyre for the call.

As source of life toy gist,
And your clarity we eslargist
What did this to light.
Continue, O Almighty God,
At any cueur droict you congnoissant,
Your goodness coustumiere.

The foot of the inhuman man
Of me not approach, and his hand
Does not strike me shaken.
This is deed, unfair cherront,
Tresbucheront and thrown back inside,
Without qu'ung of eulx gets up.