Classic Poem

Domine ut quid recessisti lanyard.

Which is it, Lord, I will supply,
Loing us that you want the yeulx covered?
Caches you you for mectre we oubly?
Mesmes time, which is hard, and various?
By their fervent pride are perverse
A humble torment that little is taken:
Grant that falls on eulx their business.

For the maling brags, and is deed thickness,
That his desires will aulcun deffault:
Not just treasuring the miser hoarder,
Despising the Lord and there hault.
As he is proud that God Machault him:
But all this, he thinks in his memoyre,
It is God is not, and if not veult croyre.

All it does tend to hurt without ceasing,
His thought afar thy judgment:
As is swollen, it cuyde reverse
His foes, blowing seullement.
In her heart said: On esbranler way
I do not care ay: for I wot that no eage
Peult not fall upon me aulcun damage.

D'ung talk feigned, full of deception,
The scythe is perjury tousjours mouthed:
Dessoubs his tongue with oppression,
Desir is nuyre tousjours ambush.
Seems the thief that the hidden fields,
The cave kills innocent secrette,
And eye paovres passers aguette.

Also unfair use of secret tower
Cault of Lyon in his lair, alas,
To catch the simple man, and paovret,
And swallow, when a prins in its LAQS.
It dOulx the deed, the marmiteux, the weary:
But much under that, by its evil force,
Grand 'paovres amount of people over.

Encor and said in his vicious Heart,
God does have veult the recollection
All this: & it covers its yeulx,
At the end of never anything veoir.
Leve toy doncq, Lord, for there pourveoir:
Haulse your hands on, I beg you,
Ceulx who are persecuted and forget.

Wherefore irritates & contemne in its faicts
Man dOulx the wicked God and human?
In her heart qu'enqueste said you do not do:
But you can see his inhuman meffaict,
And seeing all the causes take in hand.
Voyla wherefore are seconded the debile
On thee, who art the support of the ward.

Breaking strength, and the excess full arm
Malfaicteur the unjust, and reproved:
Do its evils the enqueste, and the process,
No longer will be found only by toy ung.
When ever, Roy wholes approved
God will reign & his holy land
Will race to unfair estaincte.

O Lord doncq, if you pleases you oyrras
Your paovre people, cestus aspre season:
And good luck, and hope donras him,
Prestant ear to his humble prayer
Which is to make the smallest reason,
Droict to foulles if that man earth
Nor come to their fear war.