ramseyarnaoot:
But when they hear thee sing
ramseyarnaoot:
The glories of thy king,
ramseyarnaoot:
But when they hear thee sing
ramseyarnaoot:
Peachman posing
ramseyarnaoot:
May, blushing, swear no palsy's in thy brain.
ramseyarnaoot:
As curious fools, and envious of thy strain
ramseyarnaoot:
Throughout, to their defeat,
ramseyarnaoot:
Strike that disdainful heat
ramseyarnaoot:
His zeal to God and his just awe o'er men
ramseyarnaoot:
As they shall cry, "Like ours!"
ramseyarnaoot:
Feel such a flesh-quake to possess their powers