A01981:367
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.
Theagines embraceth him about the neck.
Theagines embraceth him about the necke.
Theag. Thy prophecy is true, I am in love With fair Cariclea, save me learned man; For without help I cannot live a day, So much this mischief works upon my heart; I never till now knew the effects of love, Nor ere saw woman that I thought deserved To be beloved, before Caricleas beauty Made me a slave to Cupids cruelty.
Theag. Thy prophesie is true, I am in love With faire Cariclea, save me learned man; For without helpe I cannot live a day, So much this mischiefe workes upon my heart; I never till now knew the effects of love, Nor ere saw woman that I thought deserv'd To be beloved, before Caricleas beauty Made me a slave to Cupids cruelty.
Calas. Weep not Theagines, be of good cheer; For since you have recourse to me for help, My wisdom shall prevail above her strength, Although she be perverse, and easily Will not be drawn to love, I'll try all means For your sake whom I love, and use all art I can to break her nature, be but bold, And do as I shall show you.
Calas. Weepe not Theagines, be of good cheere; For since you have recourse to me for helpe, My wisedome shall prevaile above her strength, Although shee be perverse, and easily Will not be drawne to love, I'le try all meanes For your sake whom I love, and use all art I can to breake her nature, be but bold, And doe as I shall shew you.