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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
XLIV. Francis Davison
WITH miserie enclos’d,
By all the world oppos’d,
  To thee I lift mine eie,
  Oh thou that dwell’st on high;
Assur’d that thou wilt heare,        5
And me, deiected, cheere.
Lo! as a seruant’s eie
Still lookes regardfully
  Vpon his master’s hand,
  For gyftes, more than command;        10
And as a hand-maid still
Attends her mistris’ will;
So we, with sorrow fraight,
Ne’er sunck, vpon thee waite;
  Our hopefull eie and heart,        15
  Fix’d on thee neuer start,
Till thou, for thine owne sake,
Some pittie on vs take.
Oh Lord! we doe resort
To thee, our safest port:        20
  With help compassionate
  Our healthles, hopeles state;
For we, and we alone,
Are scornd and trampled on.
Our soules are fill’d with vaunts,        25
And with reproachfull taunts,
  From them that wealthie be,
  And hate both vs and thee;
And with derisions
From prowd and mightie ones.        30

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