A01981:609
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.
Hydasp. Thus far have we marched by the banks of Nile, And conquered Philae, and the Smaragd mines, Thus far hath fortune favoured our attempts, And stern Bellona set our conquering feet Deep in the bosom of th' Egyptian Land; Are we not now revenged Sysimethres For thy uncivil barbarous entertainment, When we employed thee our Ambassador To Oroondates Deputy of Egypt? How think you, do they not repent the wrongs And disrespect they gave thee, contrary Unto the laws of Nations? do they not Wish that they had surrendered to our Crown Those lands we justly challenged for our own?
Hydasp. Thus farre have we march'd by the bankes of Nile, And conquer'd Philae, and the Smaragd mines, Thus farre hath fortune favourd our attempts, And sterne Bellona set our conquering feet Deepe in the bosome of th' Egyptian Land; Are we not now reveng'd Sysimethres For thy uncivill barbarous entertainement, When we imploy'd thee our Embassadour To Oroondates Deputy of Egypt? How thinke you, doe they not repent the wrongs And disrespect they gave thee, contrary Unto the lawes of Nations? doe they not Wish that they had surrender'd to our Crowne Those lands we justly challeng'd for our owne?
Sysim. I think they do, and curse their arrogance That hath brought home the wars unto their doors; It cannot choose but vex their very souls To see so fruitful and so fair a soil, Their native Country, over-run and spoiled By the incursions of a hostile army.
Sysim. I thinke they doe, and curse their arrogance That hath brought home the warres unto their dores; It cannot choose but vex their very soules To see so fruitfull and so faire a soyle, Their native Country, over-runne and spoyl'd By the incursions of a hostile army.
Hydasp. Tis fit they suffer for their usurpation; But where lurks Oroondates since his flight In our last battle, no news yet of him?