Psalm 1

THe man is blest, who neither straies,
Where Godles counsellers haue gone,
Nor standeth in the Sinners waies,
Nor sitteth on the Scorners throne.
For, in Gods Lawe his pleasures be;
Theron, he day & night bestowes.
And, therfore shal be like a tree
Which near vnto the riuer growes.

His fruits, in season, he doth give,
Green leaues he shal for euer wear:
All things he takes in hand shall thrive
But, thus the Sinner doth not fare.
For, Wicked men with e'vry winde,
Like dust or chaff, are blown aside,
And therfor shall no standing finde,
When they their Judgment must abide,

Nor place, nor fellowship haue they,
Among those men that are vpright:
For, God approoves the Just-mans way
But, Sinners path-waies perish quite.

Another of the same.
BLest is he, who neither straies
Where the Godles man misguideth,
Neither stands in Sinners waies,
Nor in Scorners chair abideth:
But, in Gods pure Lawe delights,
Theron muzing, daies & nights.

Like a tree sett near the springs,
He doth alway freshlie florish,
Still, his fruits he timely brings,
And his leaf shall neuer perish:
Ev'rie thing shall prosper to,
Which he vndertakes to do.

Thus, the wicked shall not fare,
But, be like such dustie matter,
As the whirl-winde here & there,
On the spatious earth doth scatter:
Nor shall they withstand their doomes,
When the day of Judgment comes.

Neither haue they place, or stay,
In the righteous congregation:
For, God knowes the Just-mans waie,
With a gratious approbation:
But, those paths that Sinners tread,
To assured ruine lead.