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A75483	Royall psalmes or, soliloquies of D. Anthony, King of Portingall. Wherein the sinner confesseth his sinnes, and imploreth the grace of God. / Translated into French by P. Durier ; into English by Baldwin St George, Gent.; Psalmi confessionales. English	António, Prior of Crato, 1531-1595.; St. George, Baldwin.; Du Ryer, Pierre, d. 1658.	1659 (1659)	Wing A3519; Thomason E2121_1; ESTC R22834	21,737	77

at his perdition Although the delay be tedious yet thou expects with patience My God sweet and taking is that expression wherewith thou revives the already drooping hopes of my soul Although say'st thou thy other loves have merited my jealous indignation returne yet unto me and I will enfold in mine armes What a pleasing charme is couched in that saying which influenceth the sinner with an encouragement although the weaknesse of his forces bring diffidence and dispaire If the wicked do pennance he shall induce the acquittall of his transgressions he shall live and not die Can it be imagined then sayest thou that the death of a sinner is the effect of thy will It fills me with consolation to hear thee parabolize how the Shepheard finding his lost sheep with joy heaved it on his shoulders and how the woman who had found her piece of silver which she had lost prepared a congratulatory Gossoping for her neighbors When I turne over thy holy Writ an inundation of joyfull teares breaks forth when I incounter the story of the father and the prodigall son strike the organs of my eares with that sound which rouzeth soules from their dead slumbers Let it not only find a receptacle in mine eare but enlighten me also with those divine Rayes which convey to mens understanding the horror of their sinns and at the same time overpovver the darknesse of them let thy voice alvvaies eccho in my heart say unto my drowsie soul Hovv long vvilt thou permit the lethargy of death to sit pale upon thy temples how long shall those cruel bonds retain thee captive It is time that thou arise that thou tread better paths that thou returne to me who hath ransomed thee Returne returne Shunamite returne that I may have a respect for thee Returne cut of all delaies pluck off all remora's and hasten to me because I am thy Lord I am thy God who calleth thee who wipeth away sins and wraps in oblivion things past My God when my eares are solaced with this divine rhetorick with assurance I will conclude and say let thy hopes my soul warrant repose because thy Lord load 's thee with his bounties lay aside all fear and goe in quest of him and although the weariness of so many evill journeys hang on thee neverthelesse hasten thy steps as thou intends to accelerate thy content let not the sense of thy sins discourage thee When thou shalt be as scarlet thou shalt become as white as snow thy sins shall be crossed out they shall vanish as a small cloud startle not at the censure of Bold and Presumtuous seeing thou fals rather under the praise of Obedience My soul dispatch go to him he comes not to call the just but the sinfull The God offended by thee the same will be thy saving God the God that will cause thee to triumph over sins thy mortall enemies Why trembles thou to set forward It is not a severe judge cites thee before him but a mercifull father that beckens who would give thee a test of his kindnesse Go go freely whither mercy calls lest one day a court of justice summon thee In thee I now cast anchor my Saviour and my God to thee I will confesse my sins without the least bashfull tincture of a Blush because the committing of them before men the rebelling against thee never covered my face with a just confusion Let the grumbling pharisee murmur Who can pardon sinns but God alone This is the voice of my God the effects of whose breath is never abortive This God that calls me overflowes with gracious sweetnesse his wrath dams not up the current of his mercy My Saviour relying on thy promises it shall not be a fained return to thee Thou art my Anchorage and I hope thou wilt prove my Inheritance in the land of the living Prostrate before thy majesty I will leave to fear because thou hast pleased to call me but lest thy eyes should nauseate my impurities I will buck them in my teares they shall flow continually my couch shall bear a watery testimony of my sorrowes and that I may render me acceptable to thee I will be lesse acceptable to my selfe In conclusion my God I will endeavor not to abuse the graces thou hast lavished on me with so prodigall a liberality and since I feel thy motions working in me I will repent my selfe of my sinns to the end that purified by repentance from a refined and cleansed heart I may sing thy praises and say with thy prophet Who is like to thee How glorious shall thy prayses hang on the lips of a sinner and of him who having sown in tears shall reap in Joy PSALM VII I Am mouldy with afflictions cankred with troubles rustyed with miseries unexpressible Gild me my God with the Beames of thy Compassion The Torrents of iniquity rise upon me they have over-flowed the confines of my Soul like the proud streames of a swelling current My sinnes banked up by dissimulation not unsluced by confession nor laved forth by amendment are grown to such a height they have usurped over my head they have bowed my understanding and my will to the dominion of concupisence or rather to the servitude of the Divell Alass on every side are mortall sally-ports to my Soul from the bottom of my foot to the top of my head there is nothing which is not overspread with serping ulcers my enemy hath tripp'd up my heels and like a barbarous Incensed Tyrant he hath sequestred me of all things but my understanding to the end that the consciousnesse of my evill and ruine might hang more weight on my sorrows It had been an act of favour to have devested me of all the functions of my Soul but alass he hath spoyled me of them as to good and left me them as to evill He hath rocked my Soul into so deep a slumber although its wounds fall under its discovery they fall not under so much sense as to wish a cure and urge a remedy When what was necessary called upon mine ears then a deafnesse choaked them up I locked out the revelations of thy Truth but when a necessary unattention should shut out things unprofitable and the sollies of the World then my eares gaped and sucked them in with a greedy thirst The taste of things celestiall was unsavory with a loathing Antipathy I nauseated whatsoever might nourish vertue in my Soul nothing slid more deliciously off my palate then Terrestrial Gusto's I have not made the works of my God the prospect of contemplations upon this Account I have shared more of the beast then of the man on the contrary the vanities of the earth have dallied my Speculations with pleasure with a lust unsatiable I have been enamoured to them The old Enemy of mankind hath not onely surprised the five Ports of my senses to cut off the passages of Salvation but likewise secured to himself all the members of my body He hath so

great compassion antevert that great day that fearfull day that day of teares and groanes prepare me by death to the commencement of life that I may fill the whole creation with encomiums of thy mercy Behold O Lord behold the posture of my soule behold the streights my concupiscence hath brought it in behold the stripes of that Fury preserve me from the power of an enemy that will prove inconquerable unlesse thy auxiliary forces intervene Knock off the shackles bolts of death O my God that I may chaine my selfe to thee who alone art the true life and that haveing cast away the care of all things I may follow thee who art more considerable then all things Lord my God God of mercy and salvation whisper to my soul I am thy safeguard thy prayers are accepted let it be done unto thee according to thy petition let such a voice my God draw my attention that following thee I may encounter thee encountring thee I may never depart from thee untill thou returns me whole For where shall I find physick for my greifs if I repair not to thee my God and who can prove a more expert physitian for my infirmities than he who hath stoop'd from heaven for the reparation of mankin'd and to apply remedies to his maladies who can better bestow life than he in whose hands is both life and death who can be a better pledge for my salvation amongst the gulphs and precipices of this world than my God and my Saviour Save me then enlighten me then thou art both the author of salvation and life to those repose their trust in thee And as thy power my God had no alpha let thy glory have no omega that we may magnifie thee that we may adore thee that we may erect immortal trophics to thy honour and render everlasting thanks to thee who art the eternall fountaine of mercyes I have bin estranged from thee and although my estrangenesse was an act of my owne will thou hast not failed to answer the beginning of my invocations with a timely assistance The quick applications of thy remedies have even prevented my complaints the very will to be cured perfects the cure and to will life is a motive sufficient to thy goodnesse that we receive it the extent of thy bounty is so large thy graces commonly anticipate the prayers of a repenting sinner I will confess my God and that will be a satisfactory allay to thy indignation how that I am conscious of my Iniquities how that I am acquainted with my evill doings and do wil a present cure Yea my God it is necessary I know them that the horrour I have may be implanted in my bones and that my soul may be affrighted at the terrible Image my memory copieth forth I discover to thy Divine Majesty my imperfections and my sins to the end thy Mercy may rase and pumice them forth and thou maiest enlighten the darke capacity of my soule that misleads me to a rebellion against thee As thou wilt not the Iniquity so thou desires not the death of a sinner but that he be converted and live the dead shall not praise thee my God none but thee living none but we shall be thy Panegyriks Quiresters and Trump through all ages the fullnesse of thy mercies and the tenor of thy bounties PSALM V. BEfore thee my God have I summed up my miseries not for thy information not to make known the Condition wherein I stand nor the paths I trace in the world because already they are fallen under thy eternall prescience and from eternity thou hast numbered my foot-steps Thou piercest through the obscurity of darkness thou disclosest all clossets there is nothing can withdraw it self from thy sight to thee are all things present thou dive'st into the Cabinet-counsells of our hearts our most secret thoughts to thee are patent I will therefore lay open my miseries that thou maist uncover thy mercy and spread over me thy protecting wing I will reveale my secrets that thou mayest conceale them that thou mayest be satisfied with the humility and brokennesse of my heart that by a sacrifice so propitiatory I may invite a plenary expiation of my offences I have hitherto cast up an audit of things horrible yet the reckoning falls short of what I have committed My conscience allarums me with continuall assaults continually represents the horrid Ideas of my trespasses and ingenders in my soul a worm that bites and corrodes without intermission but why may not the knawing corrosive of this worm consume all impurities and in consuming them consume it selfe My God let it not so feed that it may live eternally let it feed that it may dye and that by feeding by degrees it may leave to feed But alas how deplorable is my case I believed the latitude of my confession had circumscribed my sins but I must confesse it admits of larger bounds my memory still affords fresh instances of a deserved fear from thy Justice and as it swells with the whole iniquity of my life it is no sooner delivered of one particular but it groweth big with particulars more heinous more criminall Were the sand of the sea multiplied into figures it were an arithmetick too skant to cast up my transgressions Were my tongue centupled it were still impossible to count one of a million so that my greif is the more intense by reason all my impurities come not within the compasse of my memory because the wedgery of new offences drive and peg out the old ones But my God those I will not wrap up in silence my remembrance hath bundled up I will remove my affection from them that I may the more firmly settle it on Thee that thou weighing the humility of my soul and an eye floating in teares thy severity may be abated and thy tender sweetnesse encouraged Thou who art the reall sweetnesse the sweetnesse that entraps not the blessed sweetnesse the sweetnesse most assured and permanent I have entertained kindnesse with envy and malice charity with disrespect Kings Princes and the ministers of the Gospel have been under the lash of my tongue with outragious murmurings I have scandalized them encomiums of the good received reproof the actions of the wicked approbation if at any time the just were justly applauded at the same time my endeavours were to sully their reputations with impostures I have sifted out their most hidden failings I have bin so censoriously rigid towards them into grand crimes have I aggravated their petty trespasses on the contrary if the wicked received their due salary of a just infamy and consequently fell into disrespute and discredit with the world I have immediatly backed them I have extolled their imaginary vertues and prefer'd them before the just and perhaps have proved the ultimate cause to their perdition I have combined with the thiefe in purloyning my neighbor's goods and that nothing may be wanting to compleate my iniquity I have fathered the scandall on

ROYALL PSALMES OR SOLILOQUIES OF D. ANTHONY KING OF PORTINGALL Wherein the Sinner confesseth his Sinnes and imploreth the Grace of GOD. Translated into French By P. DURIER Into English by Baldwin St George Gent. LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his shop at the Prince's Armes in S. Pauls Church-yard 1659. A Tres-Haute et Tres Illustre PRINCESSE Francois de Lorraine Duchesse DE VENDOSME MADAM IL me semble que ces Pseames qui sont sortis d'une main Royale ne pouvient r'entrer en de plus illustres mains que les vostres Ils ont esté Composez par un Roy Je les presente à une Princesse dont la vertue n'est pas moins estimable que les sceptres les Courronnes Je scaybien que n'ayant pas cet'esprit de pieté qui est si necessaire pour faire valoir les ouvrages de cette nature Je n'ay pû aussy leur donner cette ardeur salutaire qui touche les pecheurs que leur premier autheur leur a si utilement donnee mais c'est Assez que l'on scache que vostre Grandeur ne les a pas ded'aigne pour croire qu'ils seront profitables Ainsi Madame je les ay seulement comencez en leur donnant des paroles pour les faire entendre en nostre Langue j'espere que vous les acheverez par vostre approbation Je ne chercheray point icy d'artifice pour obliger vostre Grandeur de les recevoir favorablement Je suis assuré Madame que vous n'y verrez rien qui ne vous plaise puis que vous n'y verrez rien qui ne réjouisse les Anges Mesmes C'est un pecheur qui se repent de ses fautes qui implore la miserecorde de son dieu qui fait de sa conversion la plus grande felicité qu'il puisse trouver sur la terre Il ne parle pas de langage de la cour parce qu'il scait bien que ce n'est pas le langage de dieu Il aime mieux concevoir de bons desirs que de prononcer de belles paroles pour-veu qu'il puisse dire qu'a pecche ill croit estre assez eloquent Je m'imagine done Madame que vouz aimerez le pecheur en ce glorieux estat que vous vous divertirez quelquesfois à luy voir répandre des larmes dont le repentir est la source C'est un divertisement qui n'est jamais desagreable aux ames vertueuses sainctes y est en cette occasion qu'on peut legitiment souhaiter de voir souspirer son pro chain Jesuis Madame De vostre Grandeur le tres-humble tres-obeissant tres-fidelle Serviteur DURYER To the truly HONORABLE Noble and most vertuous Lady The Lady ANNE INGOLDSBY MADAM MY apprehensive quil drew-in its bashfull Inke at the presumption to frontispiece so mean a present as a Translation with an Inscription to a Person of so much Honour so much worth so thronged an Inventory and so compleat a Synopsis of all Perfections But emboldned first by the Precedent of the French Translator secondly encouraged by the Piety of the Subject moved thirdly by the Noblenesse of the Author It hath distilled some obliged drops towards this Dedication to your Ladyship of a French treatise done into the English dialect to an unparallel'd Mistriss in both of a Pious subject to a pious Patronesse of a Noble Author to a Noble Lady Madam you shall here behold a Royal Convert The Angells rejoyce at the Conversion of a sinner and as your vertues intitle you to their Fellowship and something above mortall in your beauty to their resemblance you must necessarily partake of their Joy and fill up the quire of that Coelestiall Hierarchy with your Allelujah's And seeing nothing but a little Clay which although in reference to your Ladyship 's amiable Symmetry is stamped with a preparative Angelicall Impresse detaineth you from the present enjoyment of their blessed Society you cannot neverthelesse but be alike moved with them and will I hope afford the Gracious Influence of your Protecting beames to the unworthy Interpreter of these welcome Tydings and crown him which is the highest ayme his ambition levells at with a Crown studded and enammell'd with your smiles As this Consideration seemed to extenuate my boldnesse So the Universall engaging sweetnesse of your disposition the obliging Prodigallity of your favours to me in particular and the deep sense of gratitude to your noble family and relations VVarranted the Inscription and Commands the Subscription of Madam Your Ladiship 's most humble and vowed Servant B. St. George ROYALL PSALMES OR SOLILOQUIES OF D. ANTHONY KING OF PORTVGALL Wherein the Sinner confesseth his Sinnes and imploreth the Grace of GOD. WHence shall I exhale tears enough to pay a deluge for the strayings and disorders of my soul When I throw my Considerations on the pasttrod paths of my life and cast a speculative optick on the passages of my youth horror and sadnesse arrests my survey This reflection on my selfe reverberates to my soul nothing but trembling nothing but condemnation nothing but dispaire nothing but confusion I know what I have bin I have known what I ought to have bin I know not now what I am I apprehend what I shall bee And the lesse my sorrow is for offending God the more the apprehensions of it is enlarged Why cannot I repent more that I may fear lesse Alas I have bin long under thy scourge O Lord and the heavinesse of thy hand makes me feel the weight of my transgressions yet cannot I fix a repentant kisse to that Rod. Long hast thou lured me yet I remaine still unreclaimed long hast thou rais'd and plai'd thy Batteries to force a passage to my heart yet I so much my owne enemy deny an amicable Interveiw to one who brings and offers life A thousand evills cast up their trenches round about me death threateneth me in the van flank and reare and although I am storm'd with all sorts of calamities and afflictions yet my soul hath not one hostage-teare to ransome my salvation These ills have not only ataqued mine age my life and sufferings comenced together from my youth I am a man of sorrow In fine I may on the counters of my dysasters cast up the single moments of my life and now I suffer because suffering taught me not repentance for my faults O the admirable prudence of the heavenly and great Physitian O the immense goodness of the King of kings the Soveraign of heaven and earth O the bountifull opennesse of that hand that stroweth about its favours O my God thou underbladders't me with greifs that I may not sink in pleasures that I may learne to rejoyce without making my Joyes criminall thou delegates sorrows finite to attone for sorrowes Infinite thou dismantles my body of comforts to cloathe my soul with salvation The wounds

thee stretch forth thy hands that the worke of thy hands may not perrish that I may not fall into the bottomlesse pitt that affords not one drop of watter to quench the everlasting flames that tortures sinners deliver me from the Jawes of the roaring Lyon who searcheth me for his prey and vvill not leave off his bloodthirsting scent thou vvho art my Protector and in vvhose mercy all my hopes cast anchor let the effects of thy mercies answer the hopes of them because I have hoped in thee my God I shall not be confounded and having in the conclusion tasted the returnes of my prayers I vvill beare a part to thy glory vvith the heavenly Quires of Angells and blessed Spirits PSALM IV. MY nightly couch hath been curtain'd about with melancholy feare and terrour have given their unwelcome attendance to my fancy my conscience makes mortal and re-iterated thrusts nor am I dexterous enough to ward its passes and the least wound I receive is from the tuck of an Enimy I cannot allay my disquieting thoughts hovering Illusions interrupt my sleeps instead of affording its naturall repose it ministers to my inquietude It is an impossibility sleep should attaque my eye-lids if a wearinesse stroak my temples with the hopes of a slumber a restlesnesse in me frustrates its blanditions I feele a late what devouring fire creeps through my entrailes which receivs recruits from my watchings The food disrelisheth that relished before I mingle teares with my Beverage my forehead is bound about with confusion shame spreds it selfe over my face When I ruminate on my offences towards my God and in how many sundry wayes I have abused my owne abilityes and his favours The study of vanity hath Ingross'd the sum of my dayes I grow pale with cares opposite to my good permitting my selfe to be carried away with the extravagancy of my conceipts and the Injustice of my desires my losse is become Irreparable I have let slip the time destin'd for the working forth of my salvation I fed my Imagination with dreames my eyes seem'd to entertaine nothing but realities and they proved meere delusions In fine I have deceived my self my vanities and ravings have conspired my ruine my aymes reached heaven and the depth of Hell received me and since my veterane sins teeme new offences and one abysse draweth another Abysse my soul enervated by vice is become feeble and I am now as rottenness in the Nosthrills of men My wishes catch at impossibilities and the imaginary possession of them renders me not unlike to one who dreaming golden dreames at his awaking is seised with a regretfull corrosive for his vanished treasure I am but a worme my God yet such a stranger to my selfe I have had an aspiring boldnesse rearedme over the tops of others heads all my discourses have beene tipped with fastuous affectation I conceived the elixar of wisdome to consist in that pride I became intolerable to those resembled me a fantastique groundlesse choler hath often hurried me on to be injurious This cruell passion was so innate my soul itselfe nursed it without the least incouragement of a provocation so long as it raigned in me not only my selfe servants and relations but I my self participated the fury of its tyranny And without consideration how God upraided me not with the Immensity of his favors I hit my freinds in the teeth with scarce obliging civilities I have murmured under the pressure of my misfortunes I have placed my hopes in man and waved my confidence in God I entertained truth with deafness wholsome documents with offence the instructor with anger the pilots of salvation with dislike my genius hath bin abusive I have courted vengeance for the least affront or punctillio and anticipated the prerogative of God whose prerogative it is to revenge I have bin disrespectfull to the Maintainers of a good cause Retorts although seasoned with sweetnesse and humility moved my choler what was good in the good squared not with my humor Brawls and contentions made up my divertisements I was a skilfull pioneer in undermining the friendship of Bretheren and in manuing discord and hatred amongst them to the best advantage good instructions have touched my theory but were never welcomed by my practise they have knockt at my eares but were not admitted into my heart I have carressed evill counsellors whose endeavors were to please they have filled a choise place in my savour But I fancied not a tell-troth nor those that with a wholsome freedome both hinted at my imperfections and persued them with a pious correction I have not stretched forth my hand to those in distresse and who snatched at my needful assistance I have not shared my morsells with the poor whom death had beleagured with famine and necessity I have turned mine eyes from the begger and the sick lest a sensible compassion should triumph over my avarice and engage an Almes I have had no care to discharge my debts nor to restore the depositums to those who confided in me with the greater facility To answer my unlimitted desires I have bankrup't my neighbor by borrowing what I never restored I groped after wealth but as an easier expedient to sin I have appeared rich upon a vaine and sinfull account but alwaies poor upon a charitable one I wanted nothing to entertain my concupiscence I wanted every thing to treat piety I have banished moderation from my trencher with horrid excesses overcharged nature that is satisfied with a little and is the very schoolemistris of temperance I have paied a strange Idolatry to my Belly I have built my glory upon an earthly foundation which could threaten nothing but distruction The most exquisite rarities have been searched for to furnish out my table I have faigned inconveniencies to excuse my nicities necessity hath been often urged as a pretext for my gluttony my complacency hath bin with addultresses I have loved the conversation of the incontinent My impurities have arived to such a pitch that I have not confidence to expresse what I have had confidence to commit I have bound out my eares and tongue apprentices to vanity with a favorable attention I have sucked in flatteries and when in my opinion my prayses came short I have made them up with them of my owne mintage When an occasion of applause has bin offered I have bin tickled with applauding my selfe and with the applause of others In terrestriall delicacies I have forfeited the cates of heaven if at any time the apprehensive horror of death and Judgment dreweth me sorth of that pitt which the entregues of worldly pleasures hath sunck for us at the same instant I slip back againe I am like to a dog that returnes to his vomit I am dead as to good workes I still live in sinns and although a neere borderer on the frontiers of death neverthelesse undismaied with the terrour and dreadfullnesse of its approaches I run upon it But O my God let thy