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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
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This. Well I perceive your mind, she thinks to make me Support the fury of her frantic sits, But I shall overreach you sure in wit, And lay the saddle on the right horse back, aside. Why do you thus accuse your trusty servant? You know I did but what I was commanded, Nor ere did any thing without your warrant, If this thing happened not as you would have it. Ascribe it not to any fault in me, But rather, as you justly may, to fortune; If you will have me yet devise some way To remedy your present grief and sorrow, You shall perceive how ready my good will Shall be at your commands.
This. Well I perceive your mind, she thinkes to make me Support the fury of her franticke sits, But I shall overreach you sure in wit, And lay the saddle on the right horse backe, aside. Why do you thus accuse your trusty servant? You know I did but what I was commanded, Nor ere did any thing without your warrant, If this thing happen'd not as you would have it. Ascribe it not to any fault in me, But rather, as you justly may, to fortune; If you will have me yet devise some way To remedy your present griefe and sorrow, You shall perceive how ready my good will Shall be at your commands.
Demen What remedy Can possibly be found, since he that can Ease me and none but he, is separated At such a distance from me? and besides Th'unhoped for lenity of those which gave Sentence against him hath destroyed my hopes. I would he had suffered death, for then in me Had quenched been the flames of burning love. Hope that is past removes grief from the heart, And when despair possesseth troubled minds They intermit all sorrow building on Th'impossibility of their enjoying; But as it is methinks I see and hear Cnemon complaining of my cruelty, And how by unjust guiles I did ensnare him; Sometimes me thinks he comes to me as if ⟨image 19⟩I should enjoy him, other times I bend My course to him where ere he lives remote; These things inflame me, these things make me mad, But O ye gods, I have as I deserve; Why did I not with good will seek to win him Rather then by deceit and craft compel him? Why did I not most humbly sue unto him Rather then wrong him like an enemy? It may be at the first he did deny me For maiden modesty, and fear to foul His fathers sheets, but had I persevered Unto the end, he might have been allured To condescend by fair means to my will; But O my Thisbe tell me, tell me quickly What remedy is that thou wouldst devise For me and sayest is easy?