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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
Dominus regit me.

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        5
    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        10
  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:        15
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,        20
    Shalt give me food.
To thee, I say, ascended up,
  Where thou, the Lord of all,
    Dost hold thy hall.

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