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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.
Hydas. O noble Greece, that still Producest what is good, and at this time Hast given us such fair offerings to present Unto our gods; but O thou beautious maid, Why dost thou hold thy peace, and answerest not Unto my question?
Hydas. O noble Greece, that still Producest what is good, and at this time Hast given us such faire offerings to present Unto our gods; but O thou beautious maid, Why dost thou hold thy peace, and answerest not Unto my question?
Caric. At the sacred altars Of the immortal gods (to whom we are Reserved for sacrifices) you shall know Me and my parents.
Caric. At the sacred altars Of the immortall gods (to whom we are Reserv'd for sacrifices) you shall know Me and my parents.
Pers. O sir, what a maid Have you appointed to be sacrificed? Ne'er have mine eyes beheld a fairer creature; With what a stout and an undaunted courage Bears she her fortune? I am moved with pity At her so flowering age, O had my daughter I bare unto you lived, she would have been Almost as old as she, I do beseech you Spare her, and let her serve me at my table, For I am prompted strangely by my Genius Unto commiseration.
Pers. O sir, what a mayd Have you appointed to be sacrific'd? Ne're have mine eyes beheld a fairer creature; With what a stout and an undaunted courage Beares she her fortune? I am mov'd with pity At her so flowring age, O had my daughter I bare unto you liv'd, she would have beene Almost as old as she, I doe beseech you Spare her, and let her serve me at my table, For I am prompted strangely by my Genius Unto commiseration.