A01981:493
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.
Calas. That's but your superstitious jealousy. Think you the gods will rival you, or love A mortal Virgin? fie 'tis blasphemy.
Calas. That's but your superstitious jealousie. Thinke you the gods will rivall you, or love A mortall Virgin? fie 'tis blasphemy.
Theag. They have done so, or else the Poets lie, Witness Europa's bull, and Leda's swans Fair Danae's shower, and Daphne's transformation; If their poor beauties had that operation To work such strange effects in heavenly powers, How much more force, nay violence think you Hath hers, to whose compared, theirs are like glass To sparkling diamonds.
Theag. They have done so, or else the Poets lie, Witnesse Europas bull, and Laedas swans Faire Danaes shower, and Daphnes transformation; If their poore beauties had that operation To worke such strange effects in heavenly powers, How much more force, nay violence thinke you Hath hers, to whose compard, theirs are like glasse To sparkling diamonds.
Caric. My dearest friend, Forbear these candid raptures of your wit, Not my desert, and enter into thought Of what concerns us most.
Caric. My dearest friend, Forbeare these candid raptures of your wit, Not my desert, and enter into thought Of what concernes us most.