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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.
Theag. Reverend Father, A stirring one which keeps my thoughts awake, And banisheth sweet slumber from mine eyes, Hath made me break your morning meditations, And though I suffer beyond thought of man, Yet blush I to reveal my grief for shame.
Theag. Reverend Father, A stirring one which keeps my thoughts awake, And banisheth sweet slumber from mine eyes, Hath made me breake your morning meditations, And though I suffer beyond thought of man, Yet blush I to reveale my griefe for shame.
Calas. Come, come, I know your grief, although you are Ashamed to tell it me, I know it well, For nothing from my wisdom can be hid, And from the knowledge of the gods my son. Calasiris casteth some account upon his finger, as if he would prophesy. Young man, thou art in love, nay, start not back, Thou art in love with fair Cariclea.
Calas. Come, come, I know your griefe, although you are Asham'd to tell it me, I know it well, For nothing from my wisedome can be hid, And from the knowledge of the gods my son. Calasiris casteth some account upon his finger, as if he would prophesie. Young man, thou art in love, nay, start not backe, Thou art in love with faire Cariclea.
Theagines embraceth him about the neck.
Theagines embraceth him about the necke.