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Therefore behold, thus saith the Lord,
Great wars upon thy house shall be, Because thou hast my laws abhorr’d,
Much ill, be sure, I'll raise on thee.
I'll take thy wives before thy face,
And give them to thy neighbour's use; And thou thereby shall have disgrace,
For men shall laugh at thine abuse,
Then David cried out piteously,
Sore have I sinned against the Lord, Have mercy, God, therefore on me,
Let not my prayers be abhorr’d,
But as the prophet told to him,
So did it after chance indeed, For God did greatly plague his sin,
As in the Bible you may read. .
The scourge of sin thus you may see,
For murder and adultery,
Such crying sins to shun and fly!
" THE DEAD MAN'S SONG,
Whose dwelling was neere unto Bassings Hall in
To the tune of Flying Pame.
Sore sick, dear friends, long time I was,
And weakly laid in bed,
At length I lay as dead.
The bell rung out, my friends came in,
And I key cold was found,
And cast upon the ground.
My loving wife did weep full sore,
And children loud did cry,
All flesh is born to die.
My winding sheet prepared was,
My grave was also made,
In this same case I laid.
During which time my soul did see
Such strange and fearful sights, That for to hear the same disclos'd,
Would banish all delights.
Yet sith the Lord restor’d my life,
Which from my body fled,
That time that I was dead.
Methought along a gallant green,
Where pleasant flowers sprung, I took my way, whereas I thought
The Muses sweetly sung.
The grass was sweet, the trees full fair,
And lovely to behold,
Which shin'd like glistering gold.
My cheerful heart desired much
To taste the fruit so fair :
To me did fast repair.
Touch not (quoth he) that's none of thine,
But wend and walk with me,
Which I shall show to thee:
I wonder'd greatly at his words,
Yet went with him away, Till on a goodly pleasant bank,
With him he bade me stay.
With branches then of lillies white
Mine eyes there wiped he,
What I far off could see.
I looked up, and lo at last
I did a city see,
Behold with mortal eye!
Of diamonds, pearls, and precious stones,
It seem'd the walls were made; The houses all with beaten gold
Were tiled, and overlaid.
More brighter than the morning sun,
The light thereof did show, And
every creature in the same, Like crowned kings did go.
The fields about this city fair,
Were all with roses set,
Which canker could not fret.
And from these fields there did proceed
The sweet’st and pleasant'st smell That ever living creature felt,
The scent did so excell.
Besides such sweet triumphant mirth,
Did from the city sound, That I therewith was ravished,
My joy did so abound.
With musick, mirth, and melody,
Princes did there embrace, And in my heart I long'd to be
Within that joyful place,
The more I gaz'd, the more I might,
The sight pleas'd me so well ; For what I saw in every thing,
My tongue can no way tell.
Then of the man I did dem
What place the same Whereas so many king
In joy and melody?