Argument, Th'


Th' Argument

Sometime the pride of my assured truth
Contemned all help of God and eke of man.
But when I saw man blindly how he go'th
In deeming hearts, which none but God there can,
And his dooms hid, whereby man's malice grow'th,
Mine Earl, this doubt my heart did humble then,
For error so might murder innocents.
Then sang I thus in God my confidence.
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