He blessed is, who neither loosely treads
The straying stepps as wicked counsel leades,
Ne for bad mates in way of sinning wayteth,
Nor yet himself with idle scorners seateth;
But on Gods law his hearts delight doth bind,
Which night & day he calls to marking mind.
He shall be like a freshly planted tree,
To which sweet springs of waters neighbours be.
Whose braunches faile not timely fruite to nourish,
Nor with red leafe shall make yt faile to flourish.
So all the things whereto that man doth bend,
Shall prosper still, with well succeeding end.
Such blessings shall not wicked wretches see:
But lyke vyle chaff with wind shal scattred be;
For neither shall the men in sin delighted
Consist, when they to highest doome are cited.
Ne yet shall suffred be a place to take,
Where godly men do their assembly make.
For God doth know, & knowing doth approve
The trade of them, that just proceeding love
But they that sinne, in sinfull breast do cherish
The way they go shall be their way to perish.