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Nonne Deo.
YET shall my soule in silence still | |
| On God, my help, attentive stay: | |
| Yet he my fort, my health, my hill, | |
| Remove I may not, move I may. | |
| How long then shall your fruitlesse will | 5 |
| An enemy soe farr from thrall | |
| With weake endevor strive to kill, | |
| You rotten hedge, you broken wall? | |
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| Forsooth, that hee no more may rise | |
| Advaunced oft to throne and crown, | 10 |
| To headlong him their thoughtes devise, | |
| And past reliefe to tread him down. | |
| Their love is only love of lies: | |
| Their wordes and deedes dissenting soe, | |
| When from their lippes most blessing flyes, | 15 |
| Then deepest curse in hart doth grow. | |
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| Yet shall my soule in silence still | |
| On God, my hope, attentive stay: | |
| Yet hee my fort, my health, my hill, | |
| Remove I may not, move I may. | 20 |
| My God doth me with glory fill, | |
| Not only shield me safe from harme: | |
| To shun distresse, to conquer ill, | |
| To him I clime, in him I arme. | |
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| O then on God, our certaine stay, | 25 |
| All people in all times rely: | |
| Your hartes before him naked lay; | |
| To Adam’s sonnes tis vain to fly. | |
| Soe vain, soe false, soe fraile are they, | |
| Ev’n he that seemeth most of might, | 30 |
| With lightnesse self if him you weigh, | |
| Then lightnesse self will weigh more light. | |
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| In fraud and force noe trust repose: | |
| Such idle hopes from thought expell, | |
| And take good heed, when riches growes, | 35 |
| Let not your hart on riches dwell. | |
| All powre is God’s, his own word showes, | |
| Once said by him, twice heard by mee: | |
| Yet from thee, Lord, all mercy flowes, | |
| And each man’s work is paid by thee. | 40 |
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