lirik lagu sir cedric hardwicke - miserie
lord, let the angels praise thy name
man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing
folly and sinne play all his game
his house still burns, and yet he still doth sing
man is but grasse
he knows it, fill the glasse
how canst thou brook his foolishnesse?
why, he’l not lose a cup of drink for thee:
bid him but temper his excesse;
not he: he knows, where he can better be
as he will swear
then to serve thee in fear
what strange pollutions doth he wed
and make his own? as if none knеw, but he
no man shall beat into his head
that thou within his curtains drawn canst see:
thеy are of cloth
where never yet came moth
the best of men, turn but thy hand
for one poore minute, stumble at a pinne:
they would not have their actions scann’d
nor any sorrow tell them that they sinne
though it be small
and measure not their fall
they quarrell thee, and would give over
the bargain made to serve thee: but thy love
holds them unto it, and doth cover
their follies with the wing of thy milde dove
not suff’ring those
who would, to be thy foes
my god, man cannot praise thy name:
thou art all brightnesse, perfect puritie;
the sunne holds down his head for shame
dead with eclipses, when we speak of thee:
how shall infection
presume on thy perfection?
as dirtie hands foul all they touch
and those things most, which are most pure and fine:
so our clay hearts, ev’n when we crouch
to sing thy praises, make them lesse divine
yet either this
or none, thy portion is
man cannot serve thee; let him go
and serve the swine: there, there is his delight:
he doth not like this vertue, no;
give him his dirt to wallow in all night:
these preachers make
his head to shoot and ake
oh foolish man! where are thine eyes?
how hast thou lost them in a croud of cares?
thou pull’st the rug, and wilt not rise
no not to purchase the whole pack of starres:
there let them shine
thou must go sleep, or dine
the bird that sees a daintie bowre
made in the tree, where she was won’t to sit
wonders and sings, but not his power
who made the arbour: this exceeds her wit
but man doth know
the spring, whence all things flow:
and yet as though he knew it not
his knowledge winks, and lets his humours reigne;
they make his life a constant blot
and all the bloud of god to run in vain
ah wretch! what verse
can thy strange wayes rehe~rs~?
indeed at first man was a treasure
a box of jewels, shop of rarities
a ring, whose posie was, my pleasure:
he was a garden in a paradise:
glorie and grace
did crown his heart and face
but sinne hath fool’d him. now he is
a lump of flesh without a foot or wing
to raise him to a glimpse of blisse:
a sick toss’d vessel, dashing on each thing;
nay, his own shelf:
my god, i mean my self
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