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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.
Caricles. My daughter, Sir, since yesterday, the race Was run in armour tweene Theagenes And stout Ormenes, hath been wondrous sick, And the last night did never sleep one wink.
Caricles. My daughter, Sir, since yesterday, the race Was run in armour tweene Theagenes And stout Ormenes, hath beene wondrous sicke, And the last night did never sleepe one winke.
Calasiris. Who won the garland Sir?
Caric. Theagines, Cariclea as the custom is did hold The prize, and he received it at her hand, She still grows worse and worse, deer Calasiris, Employ your skill and wisdom to restore her, I know tis easy for you if you please To heal her, who, you say, is but bewitched, For I believe tis not impossible For holy Priests to bring to pass strange things.
Caric. Theagines, Cariclea as the custome is did hold The prize, and he receiv'd it at her hand, She still growes worse and worse, deere Calasiris, Imploy your skill and wisedome to restore her, I know tis easie for you if you please To heale her, who, you say, is but bewitch'd, For I believe tis not impossible For holie Priestes to bring to passe strange things.