Classic Poem

Oh bring my will soe, fully ore to thine

That I no more may know a will of mine
If mine in competition, with thee stand
Oh tread itt down, and gett the uper hand
And never give, me, my desires but when
They'r suted to thy holy will, and then
Though my desires, they, may not granted be
I know, I shall have, what is best for me
Do thou my will, soe fully bow, & bend
That I may ne're for itt, with thee, contend
And then if what thou dost, I do not vill
I know I cant, but come, to have my will
Ther shall be no appearance, then of strife
(Whose will shall stand) throughout the course of life
For when my will, in thine is swalowed
To all felicyty, I shall be led
Till unto this, I come, I ne're shall know
The sweetnese, which from such a life shall flow
Or practically, Learn what doth belong
To that sweet art, of contentation.