A01981:212
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.
Demen. 'Tis late 'ith night, sweet husband, let's to bed, I cannot have too much of your embraces, The envious day will interrupt our sport, Me thinks we married were but yesterday.
Demen. 'Tis late 'ith night, sweet husband, let's to bed, I cannot have too much of your imbraces, The envious day will interrupt our sport, Me thinks we married were but yesterday.
Aristip. Conceivest thou so, that doth proceed from love; But I am old, and thou a sprightly lass.
Aristip. Conceiv'st thou so, that doth proceed from love; But I am old, and thou a sprightly lasse.
Demen. You wrong your self, you are a lusty man, For were you old the dull effects of age Would then appear, but I have had experience Of your performance, Cnemon, I believe, Your son is not so active in his trade.
Demen. You wrong your selfe, you are a lusty man, For were you old the dull effects of age Would then appeare, but I have had experience Of your performance, Cnemon, I believe, Your sonne is not so active in his trade.