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The saints sacrifice
The saints sacrifice: or, a commentary on the CXVI. Psalm Which is, a gratulatory psalm, for deliverance from deadly distress. By William Gouge, D.D.The saints sacrifice: or, a commentarie on the CXVI. Psalme Which is, a gratulatory psalme, for deliverance from deadly distresse. By William Gouge, D.D.
London: printed by George Miller for Edward Brewster, 1632
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
Nebul. Something inspired my brain, I know not what sir, But now i'm come unto my self again, 'Twas but a toy that took me.
Nebul. Something inspir'd my braine, I know not what sir, But now i'm come unto my selfe againe, 'Twas but a toy that tooke me.
Caric. I believe it, Many such toys do take thee in the head: Get me a mask, I must convey this damsel Muffled home to my house.
Caric. I believe it, Many such toyes doe take thee in the head: Get me a maske, I must convey this damzell Muffled home to my house.
Nebul. She need not be Ashamed to show her face, it may procure her, A husband by the way for ought you know; You shall but wrong her much in doing so.
Nebul. She need not be Asham'd to shew her face, it may procure her, A husband by the way for ought you know; You shall but wrong her much in doing so.
Caric. Sirrah away, dispute no more, but do it,