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A divine herbal together with a forrest of thorns In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.A divine herball together with a forrest of thornes In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.
London: printed by George Purslowe for John Budge, 1616London: printed by George Purslowe for Iohn Budge, 1616
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TO THE RIGHT Honourable, WILLIAM Earle of Pembroke, Lord Chamberlain of his Majesties household, and one of his Majesties most honourable Privy Council, and Knight of the most noble order of the Garter: The most noble embracer, and encourager of GOODNESS.
TO THE RIGHT Honourable, WILLIAM Earle of Pembroke, Lord Chamberlaine of his Maiesties household, and one of his Maiesties most honourable Priuie Councel, and Knight of the most noble order of the Garter: The most noble embracer, and encourager of GOODNESSE.
Right Honourable,
I Am bold to present to your Honour a short contemplation of those Herbs, (cut in rough pieces) which grow really and plentifully in your own Garden: and give so good nourishment to your virtues, delightful taste to the Church, and odoriferous savour to all; that, like the Vine in Jotham's Parable, they cheer the heart of both God & man. Your Honour, I •now, cannot dislike that in sight, which you so preserve in sense, and (for a happy reward) doth and shall preserve you. You are zealously honoured of all those that know goodness; and have daily as many prayers, as the earth Saints. Into this number I have (hopefully presuming) thrust myself; as loth to be hindmost in that acknowledgement, which is so nobly deserved, and so joyfully rendered of all tongues: dedicating to your Honour some public devotions, that can ⟨image 3⟩never forget you in my private. I will not think of adding one Herb to your store: I only desire to remember your Honour what hand planted them, what dew waters them, what influence conserves, and enspheres a sweet provident air about them: and when gay weeds, that shoot up like Jonah gourd in a night, shall wither in an hour, (for moriuntur, quomodo oriuntur) Your Herb of Grace shall flourish & be praised, both ob eminentiam, and permanentiam; and at last be transported into that heavenly Paradise, whence it receives the originary root and being. Your Honour will excuse me for coupling to a Divine Herbal, a Forrest of Thorns; by a true observation in both material and mystical Gardens, though a Poet records it.