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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Psalme XXIII

VI. Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke

THE LORD, the Lord my shepheard is,

And so can never I

Tast missery.

He rests me in greene pastures his:

By waters still and sweete

He guides my feete.

Hee me revives; leades me the way,

Which righteousnesse doth take,

For his name sake.

Yea, though I should through valleys stray

Of deathe’s dark shade, I will

Noe whitt feare ill.

For thou, deere Lord, thou me besett’st;

Thy rodd and thy staff be

To comfort me:

Before me thou a table sett’st,

Even when foes’ envious eye

Doth it espy.

Thou oil’st my head, thou fill’st my cupp;

Nay more, thou endlesse good,

Shalt give me food.

To thee, I say, ascended up,

Where thou, the Lord of all,

Dost hold thy hall.