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A81983	Psalmos theios, or a Divine psalme or, song, wherein predestination is maintained, yet the honour of Jehovah preserved and vindicated: and to that eternall song the holy scripture dedicated, / by John Davis. Whereunto is annexed an elogie upon the patron, with certaine divine epigrams to whom the author presented some of his books..	Davis, John, b. 1628 or 9.	1652 (1652)	Wing D388; Thomason E683_24; ESTC R206823	21,012	64

valiant victorious in your war And yet come off free both frō wound or scar The profit reapt from you with thanks I name I part from you more knowing than I came As fear and joy into the Arke the Dove Did bring so you bring law then Gospel-love Into our souls first Law that souls may fear Justice then love in Christ all which indeare Me for ever your servant and while health and place permit your delightfull hearer John Davis To his approved good friend the learned and experienced Master John Hinton Physician O! How neer the brink ô how neer was I To danger to death ô how neer to die Yet preserv'd from falling in yet I live Oh! let me praise the God of life and give Him hearty thanks for this his providence To me such love I cannot recompence Or satisfie but yet I 'le strive to pay In humble thankfulness in this my day Some smal returns I will confess His love is infinite and I will blesse His name the occas'on was only hence That 't is not long ago I had a sense Of rich mercies I say it is not long Since he pitied me for which this Song Or Psalm I made to sing eternall praise To God who from the gates of death did raise His servant yet grat'tude I read is due As th' instrument of God from me to you When Nabals wife did pacifie asswage King Davids passion anger fury rage He blest the God of Israel that sent Her so to meet him and thereby prevent His evill purpose but he did not rest Untill likewise her counsell he had blest Yea happy blest be thou also saith he Who hast this day from sin prevented me So noble friend my Doctor first must I Expresse unto my God and then imply Unto you this word of thanks Blessed twice Thus blest be God and you and your advice The first I call the cause efficient The second is your self the Instrument Of my present health and late recov'ry By your Cordials and Phlebotomie Now pray accept of this as 't is a token Of humble thankfulnesse for what is spoken I 'le say but this your skill deserves your fame The sick you heal or cure the mad you tame Sir I am your servant John Davis To his Countrey the fruitfull County of Hereford in Wales I Know in double letters you excell O that you had not double hearts as well You exceed in Water Wooll Wheat and Wood And some esteem these things their chiefest good But such that count those earthly springs and pools Summū bonum my patron cals thē fools Water is a servant good as a fire Is but snch masters none that 's wise desire As fire the highest tower can burn down So flouds of water the high'st hils can drown And what 's Wooll but sheeps clothing anhyp'crite Which but cast off would prove a woolf to bite Add f to wooll it will be Woolf thus pla in Take f away 't will seem a sheep a gain And what is Wood but the concrete of ire 'T is combustible fuell for a fire And what is Wheat 't is true of all the rest If any one be better 't is the best But though the bread of this we eat to nourish Our bodies yet pray know 't is food that perish Now do not boast nor set your hearts upon The best of these they 're corrupt each one For yourwater esteem the gospels wel or spring For that glad tidings to your souls it bring For your word ' steem the same which is a tree Where truth doth grow from a painfull Bee An eatnest frequent praying man derive Most sweet and wholesome cord'als t'keep a live In time of scarcity in time of want But O! here food doth grow therefore not scant Be no more wood be meek be loving kinde Cut down your wood and plant a sober minde And for your plenty of that grain of wheat Over-value not the same I entreat But freely give to poor distressed ones That have no land to plant for rock or stones And value you the foresaid truth to feed Upon Gods Word the true immortall g seed And for your wool be sure your selvs you dress In that white robe of Christ his righteousness Let Christs Gospel his righteousnes his blood Be your all your Water Wooll Wheat and Wood Countrey this little book I dedicate To you because I heare I heare of late False teachers are abroad to you crept down To smooth to flatter smile and not to frown Saying all are sav'd which to the weaker sort Seem's pleasant some sinners thank thē for 't But have a care my friends it is more sweet Than sound or wholsom therefore do not greet Them so with congees thanks for 't is not true As holy Scripture here declares to you My friends if any come to you and bring With them not this true doctrine but shal sing Contradicting notes bid them not God speed Lest you partake of others evill deed I will forbear with paper and ink till I speak to you face to face John Davis To his respected Vncle John Davis of The Greenway in Hereford-Shire SIr to requite the many courtesies I have receiv'd from you my Muse denies As impossible yet you see she hates Ingratitude for that she dedicates This Book toher relations and friends As so many cred'tors to make amends In part for all their loves without delayes Knowing that he owes most that nothing payes I hope you will accept from me this mite For that although 't is smal 't is weight not light And having tri'd you are like Persia's King Who much would give take the smallest thing I rest your loving Kinsman John Davis To his respected Friend Master John Wood. SIr be pleased to give a friendly look On these my lines coucht in this little book I hope they 'll answer th' name of orthodox The arguments for proof are sound as rocks Howsoever see them prov'd scan each line If one prove strong 't is Gods if weak ' t is mine Till this were out my Muse could finde no rest Of all you love the godly learned best Your humble Servant John Davis To his Honoured Friend Mr. Abraham Taylor Merchant of the City of LONDON SIR I Know right well untruths you cannot book Behold they 're here condemn'd within this brook Here 's truth triumphing errour much asham'd To shew her self because of most men blam'd The old receiv'd undoubted verity Here I maintain ' gainst dead-quick heresie Answering all objections which some make Against the truth for nought but fash'ons sake I have read th'eloquence of Cicero I could have writ in Latin but why so All in England know not the Latin tongue But I could wish that all both old and young Would learn the originals first the Greek And then the sacred Hebrew Language seek Their worths I cannot speak I must admire O! that our youth

chiefest song Your law we should inherit what 's that I say It should be our med'tation all the day For what the Lord our God did you ordain You do perform you nere return in vain You are of no private stock as some boast Your orig'nall is from the Holy Ghost You are unfeignedly the Spirits sword You are the way of truth you are Gods Word When any of us here do go astray You call us back and put us in the way Your power is such you build plant a crown And then you root it up and throw it down You convert souls you make the simple wise Your Laws are pure they'lluminate our eyes You 're like a hammer like a burning fire How you break the rocky heart I admire I 'm not able of my self this t' unfold How more you are to be desir'd than gold You are at liberty you are not bound Nought that belōgs to you shal fal to groūd Whoever keeps your Law is neer of kin To Christ and an Antagonist to sin He that keeps your law shall know no ill thing Your laws b'ing kept do take away deathssting If we could keep your laws it would be thus What we asked it should be granted us But oh 't is so with wretched lapsed man He cannot keep your laws do what he can 'T is God to man must understanding give Before he learn your laws thereby to live Yet of the world the less we know and learn The more of you and yours we shall discern But what can man do any thing he ought Since of himself he hath not onegood thought No the great God himself must these things teach Or else they are far ' nough out of mans reach He cannot know your will much lesse obey Yet pray'r is truly termed heavens key From all that hath been said let 's all on you Bestow our loves our hearts as only due Lord draw us to this love with thy love-cords That in hearts we be what w'express in words But lest I seem prolix I 'le here surcease Yet rest a breather after you and peace John Davis CERTAIN DIVINE EPIGRAMS To certain worthy persons approved Friends and neer relations to whom the Authour presented some of his Books LONDON Printed Anno Dom. 1652. To his most honoured father Master DAVIS Minister of the Gospel in Hereford-Shire SIR IF you vouchsafe in love to read each line You 'll say with me the work 's your own not mine For what I say or write I cannot own What I have reapt is that w ch you have sown But yet I must confesse our Authour more Was principall herein whom I adore To wit the Lord of heav'n who gives to all And upbraideth none whether great or small He 's Father of us both our gifts and parts Wherfore to him let 's both bequeath ourharts But Sir the sum that once I borrow'd of you I cannot half discharge though all be due But please a little while to beare with mee I 'le pay you all and set my surety free But what was this sum money no' t was better O! then I doubt I shall be still your debter Except for all you will accept one part Which I will pay in love with all my hart And what you say is truly due behinde I 'le still be paying too 't is th' honest minde Of your eldest obedient John Davis To his dear Mother Mistris DAVIS NOne can expresse the great yet joyfull pain A Mother undergoes a son to gain Yet since the Lord hath made my wife a mother I can the care though not the pain discover What care have I that those who bear my name May be instructed well yours was the same For me which was to me much hid not known Till now of late I had some of my own Now I know your pains your cares and your fears Your earnest late and early pray'rs and tears As I now handle dandle on my knee My son and my daughter so you did mee But oh there 's much to mine as yet not done Which is perform'd by you to me your sonne In all obedience John Davis To my Father in Law Thomas Rider Gentleman and his loving Consort my Mother in Law MY very few spare minutes I have spent In studying of some pledge or argument To prove my thankfulness unto you both For that you freely did bequeath betroth Your loves to me thus cleer thus plain set down Giving your daughter for my wife my crown To sign your love to me you did bestow On me the issue of your bodies lo To signe my love to you I 'm not behinde I give you here the issue of my minde If any more remain to you from me I cannot brook a debtor still to be Be sure of this if God doth not with hold I●le pay you all in better coine than gold I am your loving son John Davis To his dear Wife Abigail Davis LOVE LEt not thy love from anc'ent truthsdecline Hate thou falshood love truly truths divine Let not the love of earthly Authors make Thee love a truth love truth for its own sake None will slight cord'als though a foe do send Them nor poys'n take though from a bosome friend Let nothing here be doubtful unto you Not that th' Author but th'patrō speaks it true Convince gain-sayers with the patrons words They 're fitter weapons for this end than swords If thou asswage the rage of some that rail Against this truth thou dost like Abigail Preserve thy husband and what doth belong To him from danger violence and wrong Accept of this as I accepted thee In love esteem it as a gift from mee Your faithfull and loving husband John Davis To the reverend faithfull and profitable Minister of the Gospell Mr. Rawlinson of the Parish of Lambeth Pastor I Know you will not slight truth ' cause compact In Verse I did it truly to contract Much matter in few words in little space And Sir to sing a Psalm is no disgrace The stile 's the recreat'on of my youth If you but please to call the matter truth No man I dare presume will then contend With it that 's double-prais'd that you cōmend In contemplation of this paradox I seem'd to see destructive shelve's and rocks My soul was in a strait could see no light Scyll'on my left Charibais on my right Which to eschew I fixed both mine eyes On th'fixed star of Scripture-verities And so I was directed guided far From either danger by the foresaid star And your conduct which I must needs confess Hath been a happy instrument t' repress In me those wandrings from the perfect way Of truth where unregen'rate man doth stray But now this point I do relie upon Although by some 't is heterocliton Sir from your mouth proceedeth strength to quell Deprav'd rebell'ous nature sin and hell You 're