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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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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?
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'unhop'd for lenity of those which gave Sentence against him hath destroyd my hopes. I would he had suffered death, for then in me Had quenched beene the flames of burning love. Hope that is past removes griefe from the heart, And when despaire possesseth troubled minds They intermit all sorrow building on Th'impossibility of their enjoying; But as it is methinkes I see and heare Cnemon complayning 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, othertimes I bend My course to him where ere he lives remote; These things enflame me, these things make me mad, But O ye gods, I have as I deserve; Why did I not with good will seeke to win him Rather then by deceit and craft compell 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 feare to foule His fathers sheets, but had I persever'd Unto the end, he might have beene allur'd To condescend by faire meanes to my will; But O my Thisbe tell me, tell me quickly What remedy is that thou wouldst devise For me and saist is easie?