Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: br verumtamen justa loquar ad te: br Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c. br br br Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend br With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. br Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must br Disappointment all I endeavour end? br br Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend, br How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost br Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust br Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend, br Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes br Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again br With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes br Them; birds build -- but not I build; no, but strain, br Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. br Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.