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The book of the holy society commonly called of twelve containing the litanies, and…The booke of the holy societye commonly called of tvvelve conteyning the lytanies, and…
The book of the holy society commonly called of twelve containing the litanies, and prayers, with are to be said by those who are of that Society. To obtain of God the grace to dye well. Lately translated out of the French language for the benefit of English Catholics by N.N. a Catholic gentleman.The booke of the holy societye commonly called of tvvelve conteyning the lytanies, and prayers, vvich are to be sayd by those vvho are of that Societye. To obtaine of God the grace to dye well. Lately translated out of the French language for the benefit of English Catholikes by N.N. a Catholic gentleman.
Douay: printed by Laurence Kellam, 1626
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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.
THE COMPLAINT OF A SOUL APPREHENDING THE ETERNITY OF HELL.
THE COMPLAINT OF A SOVLE APPREHENDING THE AETERNITYE OF HELL.
For EVER, never ending, my good god, S'an infinite that knows no period: Restless, howling, burning, dying EVER, So endless each a part, and all together. If after many thousand years ⟨p. 111⟩were past, These ills should end, there would be hope at last. But this for EVER termless all consumes, And old past Age, its infancy resumes. The fullest mirth hard EVER doth control, And sad, and silent strikes th'afflicted soul. By Atoms could a wren over the main, Transfer the headless Alps, with easeless pain; And every thousand years ⟨p. 112⟩but once could fly: Or when an Ant had sucked the Ocean dry, Should be the term; this tardy hope might please, The Damned souls; that once there would be ease. But Horrid EVER, time, and all o'er past: Exists alone, with him that, • first, and last.
FOr EVER, neuer ending, my good god, S'an infinite that knovvs no period: Restlesse, hovvlinge, burninge, dyinge EVER, So endlesse each a part, and all togeather. If after many thousand yeares ⟨p. 111⟩vvere past, These ills should end, there vvould be hope at last. But this for EVER termelesse all consumes, And old past Age, its infancy resumes. The fullest mirth hard EVER doth controule, And sad, and silent strikes th'afflicted soule. By Attoms could a vvrenne ouer the mayne, Transfer the headlesse Alpes, vvith easlesse payne; And euery thousand yeares