The Church.
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A poore mans rod, when thou dost ride,
Is both a weapon and a guide.
Is both a weapon and a guide.
Who shuts his hand, hath lost his gold:
Who opens it, hath it twice told.
Who opens it, hath it twice told.
Who goes to bed and doth not pray,
Maketh two nights to ev'ry day.
Maketh two nights to ev'ry day.
Who by aspersions throw a stone
At th' head of others, hit their own.
At th' head of others, hit their own.
Who looks on ground with humble eyes,
Findes himself there and seeks to rise.
Findes himself there and seeks to rise.
When th' hair is sweet through pride or lust,
The powder doth forget the dust.
The powder doth forget the dust.
Take one from ten, and what remains?
Ten still, if sermons go for gains.
Ten still, if sermons go for gains.
In shallow waters heav'n doth show;
But who drinks on, to hell may go.
But who drinks on, to hell may go.
¶ Affliction.
MY God, I read this day,
That planted Paradise was not so firm,
As was and is thy floting Ark; whose stay
And anchor thou art onely, to confirm
And strengthen it in ev'ry age,
When waves do rise, and tempests rage.
That planted Paradise was not so firm,
As was and is thy floting Ark; whose stay
And anchor thou art onely, to confirm
And strengthen it in ev'ry age,
When waves do rise, and tempests rage.
At first we liv'd in pleasure;
Thine own delights thou didst to us impart:
When we grew wanton, thou didst use displeasure
To make us thine: yet that we might not part,
As we at first did board with thee,
Now thou wouldst taste our miserie.
Thine own delights thou didst to us impart:
When we grew wanton, thou didst use displeasure
To make us thine: yet that we might not part,
As we at first did board with thee,
Now thou wouldst taste our miserie.
