Prolog to Psalm 73

The soudden stormes that heaue me to and froo
Had welneare pierced faith, my guyding saile,
For I, that on the noble voyage goo
To succhor treuthe and falshed to assaile,
Constrayned am to beare my sayles ful loo
And neuer could attayne some pleasaunt gaile,
For vnto such the prosperous winds doo bloo
As ronne from porte to porte to seke availe.
This bred dispayre, wherof such doubts did groo
That I gan faint and all my courage faile.
But now, my Blage, myne errour well I see;
Such goodlye light King David giueth me.