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Paramythion two treatises of the comforting of an afflicted conscience, written by M. Richard Greenham, with certain epistles of the same argument. Hereunto are added two sermons, with certain grave and wise counsels and answers of the same author and argument.Paramythion tvvo treatises of the comforting of an afflicted conscience, written by M. Richard Greenham, with certaine epistles of the same argument. Heereunto are added two sermons, with certaine graue and wise counsells and answeres of the same author and argument.
London: printed by Richard Bradocke for Robert Dexter, 1598
To the reader: An Epigram to the Reader.To the reader: An Epigrame to the Reader.
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.
An Epigram to the Reader.
An Epigrame to the Reader.
THE thirsty soul, that fainteth in the way, Or hunger-bit for heavenly food doth long: The wearied Hart, that panteth all she way Oppressed with fears, & home-bread griefs among; The blinded eye, that hunt's the shining ray, Or mind enthralled, through Satan's wily wrong: Let hither fare for comfort in their need; For smothered flames a greater fire will breed.
THE thirstie soule, that fainteth in the way, Or hunger-bit for heauenly foode doth long: The wearied Hart, that panteth all she way Oppressed with feares, & home-bread griefs among; The blinded eye, that hunt's the shining ray, Or minde enthralde, through Satans wily wrong: Let hither fare for comfort in their neede; For smothered flames a greater fire will breede.
Here silver streams shall quench thy boiling heat, And honey dues thy hungry stomach fill, Here sweet Repose with Comfort shall entreat Thy wounded breast to cure with busy skill, Hence fetch thy ransom howsoever great, A mine of treasures are in this fair hill; From whose high top thy scaled eyes may see A glorious light that shall enlighten thee.
Here siluer streames shall quench thy boyling heat, And hony dewes thy hungrie stomacke fill, Heere sweete Repose with Comfort shall intreate Thy wounded breast to cure with busy skill, Hence fetch thy ransome howsoeuer great, A mine of treasures are in this faire hill; From whose hye top thy scaled eies may see A glorious light that shall enlighten thee.