A01981:229
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.
Nebulo. Methinks my brows begin Actaeon-like to bud already, they are very knotty, I pray God thou hast not graft something there, I begin to suspect it shrewdly by diverse signs and tokens, how comes your belly so high wife?
Nebulo. Methinkes my browes begin Acteon-like to bud already, they are very knotty, I pray God thou hast not graft something there, I begin to suspect it shrewdly by diverse signes and tokens, how comes your belly so high wife?
Nebulona. 'Tis nothing but a tympany I am sometimes troubled with.
Nebulona. 'Tis nothing but a timpany I am sometimes troubled with.
Nebulo. I do believe thee, how long is it since you perceived it to grow upon you?
Nebulo. I do believe thee, how long is it since you perceiv'd it to grow upon you?
Nebulona. About two months since, the Doctor tells me I ⟨image 14⟩