A09974:114
Master Bezaes household prayers translated out of French into EnglishMaister Bezaes houshold prayers translated out of French into English
Master Bezaes household prayers translated out of French into English.Maister Bezaes houshold prayers translated out of French into English.
London: printed by V.S. for John Barnes, 1603London: printed by V.S. for Iohn Barnes, 1603
No title page in the transcription: set from the catalogue record.
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.
O eternal god, with whom a thousand years are as one day, & one day as a thousand ⟨image 123⟩years, and whose judgements so diverse, are holy, just, and incomprehensible. Where is the man so gallant or proud, who thinking upon the vanity and shortness of his life, doeth not easily assuage his pride and presumption, even to the end that he extend not his temporal cogitations too far, but keep them bounded within the limits of thy law, and refer the event to the good pleasure of thy will?
O eternal god, with whom a thousand yeares are as one day, & one day as a thousand ⟨image 123⟩yeres, and whose iudgements so diuerse, are holy, iust, and incomprehensible. Where is the man so gallant or prowd, who thinking vpon the vanitie and shortnesse of his life, doeth not easily asswage his pride and presumption, euen to the end that hee extend not his temporall cogitations too farre, but keepe them bounded within the limits of thy law, and referre the euent to the good pleasure of thy will?
The virtue of our fairest days is but affliction of mind, and misery of our flesh, we fall as by a gushing of waters, we pass away as a dream, or a smoke, our ears do consume like grass, that withereth from night unto morning, and the longest time of our course, (whereof sleep nibbleth away a good part) is but threescore and ten years, or four-score for the strongest bodies, whilst in every moment of ⟨image 124⟩life, the nearest and smallest danger that threateneth us, seemeth to be death, which as our shadow, followeth us at the heels, and laugheth at our goodly devises, until she hath scattered them in the wind, & brought us into ashes. But which is worse, where is the man, so holy and perfect, that doth not tremble and quake, if there be represented unto him, (O Lord) the tribunal seat of thy sovereign justice, where ⟨image 124⟩