Happie the man that dothe not walke
In wicked Counsells, nor hath lent
His glad Eare to the rayling talke
Of Skorners, nor his prompt steeps bent
To wicked pathes, whear sinners went;
But to those saffer tractes Confinde
Which Godes Law giueing finger made,
Neuer withdrawes his Weried mynde
From practize of that holye trade,
By noone dayes sunn, or midnightes shade.
Like the Fayre plante whome Neighbouring flouds
Refresh, whose leafe feeles no decayes,
That not alone with flattering buds
But Earely fruittes his Lords hope payes,
So shall hee thriue In all his wayes.
Butt the loose sinner shall not share
Soe fixt a state; like the light dust
That vpp and downe the Emptie Ayre
The wilde wynd driues, with various Gust
Soe shall Crosse fortunes toss the vnJust.
Therfore att the last Judgement day
The trembling sinnefull Soule shall hyde
His Confused face, nor shall hee stay
Whear the Elected Troopes abyde,
But shall be Chased farr from theire side.
For the Clere pathes of Righteous men
To the all seeing Lord are knowne,
But the darke maze and dismall den
Whear sinners wander vpp and downe
Shall by his hand be ouer throne.