A01981:425
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.
Calasiris begins to burn frankincense, to mumble with his lips, to lay laurel upon her from top to toe, to gape & make strange gestures, while Cariclea, wagged her head oft and smiled.
Calasiris begins to burne frankincense, to mumble with his lips, to lay lawrell upon her from top to toe, to gape & make strange gestures, while Cariclea, wagged her head oft and smiled.
Caric. Father you are deceived in my grief, You cannot guess at it for all your art.
Caric. Father you are deceived in my griefe, You cannot ghesse at it for all your art.
Calas. Nay daughter say not so, but cheer your self, For what doth vex you is a malady Common, and easy to be cured by me; Thou west ore-looked not only at the pomp Of Pyrrhus funeral rites, but at the race In armour too when you were overseer, And gave the prize unto the conqueror; Theagenes was he that overlooked you, Whose want on eye was always sixth upon Your splendant beauty object of his sight.
Calas. Nay daughter say not so, but cheere your selfe, For what doth vex you is a malady Common, and easie to be cur'd by me; Thou west ore-look'd not onely at the pompe Of Pirrhus funerall rites, but at the race In armour too when you were overseer, And gave the prize unto the conquerour; Theagenes was he that overlook'd you, Whose want on eye was alwaies fixt upon Your splendant beauty object of his sight.