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day_n	cold_a	fair_a	wether_n	4,468	5	14.0640	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10192	A tragedie of Abrahams sacrifice, written in french by Theodore Beza, and translated into Inglish, by A.G. Finished at Povvles Belchamp in Essex, the xj. of August. 1575; Abraham sacrifiant. English.	Bèze, Théodore de, 1519-1605.; Golding, Arthur, 1536-1606.	1577 (1577)	STC 2047; ESTC S109029	20,167	66

full well may say He goeth right and while he holds that way He neuer needes to feare that he shall stray Sara comming out of the same house sayth In thinking and bethinking me what store Of benefits I haue had erst heretofore Of thee my God which euer hast prouided To keepe my mind and bodie vndefiled And furthermore according to thy word Which I tooke then as spoken but in boord Hast blist mine aged time aboue all other By giuing me the happy name of mother I am so rauisht in my thought and mind That as I would full fayne no meane I find The least of all the benefits to commend Which thou my God doest daily still me send Yit sith alone with thee Lord here I am I will thee thanke at least wise as I can But is not yuu my husband whom I see I thought he had bin further of from me Abraham Sara Sara thy mind I well allow Nought hast thou sayd but I the same auow Come on and let vs both giue thankes togither For Gods great mercy since our cōming hither The frute thereof as both of vs hath found Let prayse thankes from both of us resownd Sara Contented Sir how might I better doe Than you to please in all you set me too And euen therefore hath God ordeyned me Agein wherein can time spent better be Than in the setting forth of Gods dew praise Whose maiestie doth shew it selfe alwayes Aboue and eke beneath before our eyes Abraham Of truth no better can a man deuise Than of the Lord to sing the excellence For none can pay him other recompence For all his giftes which daily he doth send Than in the same his goodnes to commend The Song of Abraham and Sara Come on then let vs now begin to sing with hartes in one accord The prayses of the souerein heauenly king our onely God and Lord. His onely hand doth giue vs whatsoeuer We haue or shall hereafter haue for euer It is alonly he that doth mainteine the he auen that is so hie So large in compasse and in space so mayne and eke the starrie skie The course whereof he stablisht hath so sure That ay withouten fayle it doth endure The skorching heate of sommer he doth make the haruest and the spring And winters cold that maketh folke to quake in season he doth bring Both wethers faire and fowle both sea land Both night and day be ruled by his hand Alas good Lord and what are we that thou didst choose and enterteyne Alonly vs of all the world and now doth safely vs mainteine So long a time from all the wicked rowtes In towne coūtry where we come throughouts Thou of thy goodnes drewest us away from places that are giuen To serue false gods and at this present day hast wandringly vs driuen To trauell still among a thowsand daungers In nacions vnto whom we be but straungers The land of Egypt in our chiefest neede thou madst to haue a care Thy seruants bodies to mainteine and feede with fine and wholsom fare And in the ende compelledst pharao Full sore against his will to let vs goe Foure mightie Kinges that were already gon away with victorie I ouertooke and put to flight anon before they could me spie And so I saw the feeldes all stained red With blud of those which through my sword lay dead From God receiued well this benefite For he doth mind vs still As his deere freendes in whom he doth delight and we be sure he will Performe vs all thinges in dew time and place As he hath promist of his owne free grace To vs and vnto our posteritie this land belongs of right To hold in honor and felicitie as God it hath behight And we beleue it surely shall be so For from his promise God will neuer goe Now tremble you ye wicked wights therefore which sowed are so thicke Throughout the world worship now such store of gods of stone and sticke which you your selues with wicked hāds do carue To call vpon and vainly for to serue And thou O Lord whom we doe know to be the true and liuing God Come from thy place that we may one day see the vengeance of thy roode Upon thy foes that they may come to nowght With all their gods deuizd through wicked thowght Abraham Go to my Sara that great God of ours Hath blist vs to thintent that we all howres Should for his giftes which he alone doth giue Him serue and prayse as long as we doe liue Now let vs hence and chiefly take good heede We hazard not our sonne to much in deede By suffering him to haunt the company Of wicked folke with whom you see we be A new made vessell holdeth long the sent Of that that first of all is in it pent A child by nature nere so well dispozed By bringing vp is quite and cleane transpozed Sara Sir I doe hope my dewtie for to doe Therefore the thing that we must looke vnto Is that Gods will may be fulfild in him Right sure I am we shall him weeld so trim And that the Lord will blisse him so as all Shall in the ende to his high honor fall Satan in the habit of a Monke I goe I come I trauell night and day I beate my braynes that by no kind of way My labour be in any wise misspent Reigne God aloft aboue the firmament The earth at least to me doth wholly draw And that mislikes not God nor yet his lawe As God by his in heauen is honored So I on earth by myne am worshipped God dwells in heauen and I on earth likewize God maketh peace and I doe warres deuize God reignes aboue and I doe reigne belowe God causeth loue and I doe hatred sowe God made the starrie skies and earthy clodds I made much more for I did make the godds God serued is by Angells full of light And doe not my faire Angells glister bright I trow there is not one of all my swine Whose grooyn I make not goldlike for to shine These lechours drunkards gluttons ouerfedd Whose noses shine faire tipt with brazell redd Which weare fine precious stones vppon their Are my vpholders my Cherubins skinnes God neuer made a thing so perfect yit That could the makers full perfection hit But I haue made whereof I glory may A thowsand worser then my selfe farre way For I beleue and know it in my thought therz but one God that my self am nowght But yit I know there are whose foolish mind I haue so turned quite against the kind That some which now is commō long agone Had leuer serue a thowsand gods than one ▪ And others haue conceiued in their brayne That for to thinke there is a God is vayne Thus since the time the man on mowld was made With happy lucke I followed haue this trade And follow wil come losse or come there gain So long as I this habit may mainteine I say this habit