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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29823	Sacred poems, or, Briefe meditations, of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke	Browne, Edward.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590. Sepmaine. English.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1641 (1641)	Wing B5106; ESTC R12452	45,038	82

SACRED POEMS OR Briefe Meditations Of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke Psalme 90.12 Teachus O Lord so to number our dayes ' that we may apply our hearts unto wisedome LONDON Printed by E. Griffin 1641. TO The Right Worshipfull his Honoured and loving Master Sir IAMES CAMBELL Knight and Senior Alderman of the Citie of London one of his Majesties Justices of peace for the said Citie Mayor of the Staple at Westminster President of the Hospitall of Saint Thomas in Southwark and Governour of the Company of Merchants trading into France EDWARD BROWNE Presenteth these fruits of his Poeticall Meditations with his daily prayers to God for increase and continuance of health and Prosperitie in this Life and eternall felicity in the life to come RIght worshipfull I have been very bold My mind to you though rashly to unfold At this time since I meane no more to write Such fruitlesse lines to come unto your sight I 'm bold to use a learned Poets skill Though farre unfit for my unlearned quill Onely to manifest my thankfull hart For what God by you on me doth impart Therefore I pray accept this little Booke Yet I acknowledge t is not worth your looke Because t is framed by unskilfull wit And yet againe the matter that 's in it Would crave inspection of iudicious eyes But that my infant Muse could not devise To frame compose and write such learned Rimes As fit your worth in these most curious times And sacred things which I here take in hand To illustrate which well to understand Declare and fully to describe the same Would ' maze the head of the most learned Braine Then how can I that am in wit so bare In any wise such holy things declare Yet what the learned from Gods word have showne I have presumed herein to make knowne To manifest how I spend my spare time In Poetry although by ragged Rime Therefore because I know you onely are My dearest friend and have of me great care I here present you this my little skill Full of Affection voyd of smallest ill And if you please to read it to the end I hope it shall not justly you offend For at the first when I began to write I did compose it for mine owne delight But when I read it I therein did see A little spark of sacred Poetry Also I have observ'd you doe of late Delight to read more then in former state This did induce me to become so bold My Talent in your lap thus to unfold Prayi g your Worship herein to passe by The faults I doe commit unwittingly For Gods great aid herein I 'll render prayse And of your courteous Candor rest alwayes Your humble and Gratefull Servant EDWARD BROWNE An Acrostick Proem To his kind and Loving Master and vertuous Lady SIR IN this small Booke though rudely I have showne According to my Art and skill Many unfruitfull fancies of my owne Each of them shewes my true good will Sith better pledges I have none Can make thy Gratitude well knowne And I doe hope you will accept this mite More for th' intent then for the thing Because I writ it onely for delight Endevouring thereby to bring Little sweet Honey to the Hive Like to the Bee to show I thrive Rashly herein I doe confesse I take A skillfull Learned Poets quill ' Cause I unlearned am nor know to make Holy Sonnets free from ill Every verse doth show my folly Little worth in Melancholy Charge mee therefore with what is writ amisse And if that any good is done My God of that the onely Authour is Because the Fountaine makes streames run Ev'n to refresh our minds and make us ●l●st Like to Gods Saints And thus I ever rest Your Faithfull and Obedient Servant EDWARD BROWNE Praesentatio Gratificationis 25. dic Martii 1640. THis day some say did our Lord God begin This Worlds round Globe to make and to c●eate And in this moneth comes in the fragrant spring Therefore the learn'd almost in every state Begin their Bookes and Reckonings on this day To shew how pretious time doth haste away Therefore I also though my learning 's small Begin this yeare to shew my thankfull heart My light grew dimme my Oyle was wasted all But Divine Bartas helped me in part For out of his None-such and holy weeke I was faine many flowers for to seek Which I Inserted in my weekly dayes And by a Prick you 'll know my sacred Pelfe Because I would not take unto my praise Anothers worth to my unlearned selfe I borrowed his to make this presentation A perfect and compleat Gratification A Prayer to God OH Holy God Thou knowst my heart is vaine My words are sinfull and my workes profane And men of Bethshemesh because they did Looke in the Ark by thee were stricken dead And Uzza but for staying it upright When it did shake thou there to death didst smite How dare I then presume to write or speake Of holy things being so vile and weake Yet I doe know by thy most sacred writ I must acknowledge the great benefit I have received from thee and thereof talke As I doe stand or goe or sit or walk Therefore I crave of thee assisting might For out of darknesse thou canst make true light To shine and blaze O be thou ever still Guider and framer of my perverse will That thy bright glory may shine in these Rimes To stirre up better wits in after-times To frame compose and make a perfect story Of temporall blessings and eternall glory 19. Psalme ult Let the words of my mouth and the Meditations of my heart be now and ever acceptable in thy sight O Lord my strength and my Redeemer A MEDITATION OF THE DAY HOw fraile and Brittle is the life of man He that lives longest liveth but a span Our pretious time so vainely we doe spend That as a day it commeth to an end The morning of our life is childish youth The noone time is our Manhood at full growth The ev'ning of our Life is froward Age And thus we walke on in our Pilgrimage The dawning of our life we waste like Boyes In foolish vanities and Idle toyes The middle of our age our strength and might Wee should enforce to serve God day and night That so at last when this lises day shall cease Wee in the Earths cold Bed may sleepe in peace Thus fatall sisters three take daily paine To spin to weave and cut mans life ●n Twaine Kind hearted Clotho spins mans life to strength Discreete Lachesis weaves its bredth and length And cruell Atropos with her sharpe knife Doth cut the Thred of his Age loathed life Loe thus this life is but a summer flower Springs up spreds bravely and sheds in an houre And Proteus-like we oft doe shift our shapes From Kids to Goates from Goates to wrinckled Apes For Mans lif 's water clos'd in Brittle Glasse Sin brought in death and