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Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by ThoEnglands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho
Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by Tho: Adams.Englands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho: Adams.
London: printed by E for John Budge, 1615London: printed by E for Iohn Budge, 1615
No title page in the transcription: set from the catalogue record.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
To The Right Worshipful, Sir John Cleypoole Knight, saving health.
To The Right Worshipfull, Sir Iohn Cleypoole Knight, sauing health.
Worthy Sir, I have venturously trafficked with my poor talent in public, whiles I behold richer graces buried in silence: judging it better, to husband a little to the common good, then to hoard much wealth in a sullen niggardize. I censure none: if all were Writers, who should be Readers? if none, idle Pamphlets would present themselves to the general eye, and be entertained for defect of more sober matter. If the grain be good, it doth better in the market then in the garner. All I ⟨image 2⟩can say for my self is; I desire to […] whereof if I fail, yet my endeou• […] not my conscience without some joyful content. To your Patronage this flies, to whom the Author is greatly bounden, and shall yet be indebted further for your acceptance. Your love to general learning, singular encouragement to Students, (opposed to the common dishartnings, which poverty, contempt, ignorance assaults us with) your actual beneficence to many, especially to Katherine Hall in Cambridge, worthy of death-less memory, lastly, your real kindness to my self, have prompted me to seal this Book, with the signet of your name, and send it to the world. Which in humble submission I commend to your kind acceptation, and your self, with it, to the blessing of our gracious God.
WOrthy Sir, I haue ventrously traffiqued with my poore talent in publike, whiles I behold richer graces buried in silence: iudging it better, to husband a little to the common good, then to hurd much wealth in a sullen niggardize. I censure none: if al were Writers, who should be Readers? if none, idle Pamphlets would present themselues to the generall eye, and bee entertained for defect of more sober matter. If the graine bee good, it doth better in the market then in the garner. All I