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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01225	The Countesse of Pembrokes Emanuel Conteining the natiuity, passion, buriall, and resurrection of Christ: togeather with certaine Psalmes of Dauid. All in English hexameters. By Abraham Fraunce.	Fraunce, Abraham, fl. 1587-1633.	1591 (1591)	STC 11339; ESTC S105636	24,183	40

anguish Vnto the self same trade which makes theyr glory the greater Tush say they can God fro the highest heu'ns to the lowest Earth vouchsaulf thinck you those Prince like eyes to be bowing Tis but a vaine conceipt of fooles to be fondly referring Euery iesting trick and trifling toy to the Thundrer For loe these be the men whose soules are sear'd with an yron And yet these be the men whoe rule and raigne with aboundance These and whoe but these Why then what meane I to lift vp Cleane hands and pure hart to the heu'ns What meane I to offer Praise and thanksgeuing to the Lord What meane I to suffer Such plagues with patience Yea and almost had I spoken Eu'n as they did speake which thought noe God to be guyding But soe should I alas haue iudgd thyfolk to be luckles Thy sons forsaken thy saincts vnworthily haples Then did I thick and muse and search what might be the matter But yet I could not alas conceaue soe hidden a woonder Vntil I left myself and all my thoughts did abandon And to thy sacred place to thy Sanct'uary lastly repayred Then did I see ô Lord these mens vnfortunat endings Endings meete and fit for their vngodly beginnings Then did I see how they did stand in slippery places Lifted aloft that their downefalling might be the greater Lyuing Lord how soone is this theyr glory triumphant Dasht confounded gone drownd in destruction endles Their fame's soone outworne theyr name's extinct in a moment Lyke to a dreame that lynes by a sleepe and dyes with a slumber Thus my soule did greeue my hart did languish in anguish Soe blynde were myne eyes my minde soe plunged in error That noe more than a beast did I know this mystery sacred Yet thou heldst my hande and keptst my soule fro the dungeon Thou didst guyde my feete and mee with glory receauedst For what in heu'n or in earth shal I loue or woorthyly wonder But my most good God my Lord and mighty Iehoua Though my flesh oft faint my hart's oft drowned in horror God neuer fayleth but wilbe my mighty protector Such as God forsake and take to a slippery comfort Trust to a broken staffe and taste of woorthy reuengement In my God therefore my trust is wholly reposed And his name wil I praise and sing his glory renowned ⸫ The hundred and fourth Psalme LYuing Lord my soule shall praise thy glory triumphant Sing thy matchles might and shew thine infinit honnor Euerlasting light thou putst on like as a garment And purple-mantled welkyn thou spreadst as a courtayne Thy parlor pillers on waters strangely be pitched Clowdes are thy charyots and blustring wyndes be thy coursers Immortal Spyrits be thy euer-dutiful Harrolds And consuming fires as seruants dayly be wayting All-maintaining earths foundation euer abydeth Layd by the Lords right-hand with seas and deeps as a garment Cou'red seaes and deepes with threatning waues to the huge hills Clyming but with a beck theyr billowes speedily backward All doe recoyle with a check their course is changd on a soddaine At thy thundring voyce they quake And soe doe the mountaines Mount vpward with a woord and soe alsoe doe the valleys Downe with a woord discend and keepe their places apoynted Theyr meares are fixed theyr bancks are mightily barred Theyr bounds knowne least that man-feeding earth by the rage of Earth-ouerwhelming waters might chaunce to be drowned Stil-springing fountaines distil fro the rocks to the ryuers And christall riuers flow ouer along by the mountaines There will wylde asses theyr scorched mouthes be refreshing And field-feeding beasts theyr thirst with water abating There by the wel-welling waters by the syluer-abounding Brookes fayre-flying fowles on flowring bancks be abyding There shall sweete-beckt byrds theyr bowres in bows be a building And to the waters fall theyr warbling voyce be a runing Yea those sun-burnt hills and mountains all to be scorched Cooling clowds doe refresh and watery dewe fro the heauens Earth sets forth thy woorks earth-dwellers all be thy wonders Earth earth-dwelling beasts with flowing grasse is a feeding Earth earth-dwelling men with pleasant hearbes is a seruing Earth brings harts-ioy wine earth-dwelling men to be hartning Earth breedes chearing oyles earth-dwelling man to be smoothing Earth beares lifes-foode bread earth-dwelling men to be strengthning Tall trees vp-mounting Cedars are chearefuly springing Cedars of Libanus where fowles theyr neasts be preparing And Storkes in Firr-trees make their accustomed harbors Wylde goates doaes and roaes dooe roue and range by the mountains And poore seelly conyes to the ragged rocks be repayring Night-enlightning Moone for certaine tymes is apoynted And all-seeing Sunne knows his due tyme to be sitting Sunne once soe sitting darck night wraps all in a mantle All in a black mantle then beasts creepe out fro the dungeons Roaring hungry Lions theyr pray with greedy deuouring Clawes and sawes attend but by Gods only apoyntment When Sunne riseth againe theyr dens they quickly recouer And there couch all day that man may safely the day time His dayes woorke apply til day giue way to the darknes O good God wise Lord good Lord and only the wise God Earth sets foorth thy woorks earth-dwellers all be thy wonders Soe be seaes alsoe greate seaes full fraught with aboundant Swarms of creeping things great small there shipps be a sayling And there lyes tumbling that monsterus huge Leuiathan All these begg theyr foode and all these on thee be wayting If that thou stretch out thyne hand they feede with aboundance If thou turne thy face they all are mightily troubled If that thou withdraw their breath they dye in a moment And turne quickly to dust whence they were lately deriued If thy spirite breathe their breath is newly created And the decayed face of th' earth is quickly reuiued O then glory to God to the Lord then glory for euer Whoe in his owne great woorks may worthily glory for euer This Lord lookes to the earth and steedfast earth is a trembling This God toutcheth mounts and mountains huge be a smoaking All my life wil I lawd this Lord whylst breath is abyding In my breast this breath his praise shall stil be a breathing Heare my woords my Lord accept this dutiful offring That my soule in thee may euermore be reioycing Roote the malignant race race out theyr damnable ofspring But my soule ô Lord shall praise thy glory triumphant Sing thy matchles might and shew thyne infinit honnor FINIS

Iudg of quick and dead by the thundring Sound of a fearefull trumpe and bring his sheepe to the sheepefold Immortall sheepefold and goates throw downe to the darcknes Aeternall darcknes fro the sacred face fro the presence Of God there to abyde with Lucifer and his adhaerents Plagud with a dying life with a lyuing death with a roaring Weeping and gnashing of teeth and horrible howling Where's nought but woe woe but a worme stil greedily gryping Nought but a loathsome lake with fyre and Sulphur abounding FINIS The first Psalme O Thrice happy the man that lends noe care to the counsail Of soule-sick sinners nor frames his feete to the footestepps Of backsliding guvdes nor sets him downe with a scorner In the maligning chayre that makes but a mock of Olympus But to the liuing Lords edicts himself he referreth And therein pleasures and treasures only reposeth Night and day by the same his footesteps duly directing Day and night by the same hart mynde soule purely preparing This man's like to a tree to a tree most happily planted Hard by a brooke by a brooke whose streames of siluer abounding Make this tree her fruite her pleasant fruite to be yeelding Yeelding fruite in tyme to the planters dayly reioycing This tree's rooted deepe her bowes are cherefuly springing Her fruite neuer fades her leaues looke liuely for euer This man's setled sure his thoughts woords dayly proceedings Happy beginnings haue and haue as fortunat endings Sinners are not foe they and theyrs all in a moment All in a moment passe past hope grace mercy recou'ry As weight-wanting chaffe that scattreth in euery corner Whyrled away fro the earth hence thence by a blast by a wyndepuffe Woe to the scorner then whose soule wil quake to be iudged Quake when it heares that doome by the Iudg almighty pronounced Woe to the sinner then noe setled sinner aproacheth Neare to the sinles Saincts where ioy and glory aboundeth For the triumphant God doth stil looke downe to the godly Their wayes well knowing and them with mercy protecting But the reuenging Lord hath threatned a plague to the godles And theyr wayes shal away and they themselues be a wayling The sixth Psalme LOrd forbeare to rebuke forbeare and stay thy reuenging Hand in thy greate wrath and indignation endles Heale my wounds my God take some compassion on mee My bones are bruysed my strength is wholly decayed My sowle is troubled my mynde extreamely molested How long shall thy wrath and these my plagues be prolonged Turne yet againe good God thy woonted mercy remember And this sowle poore sowle for thy greate mercy delyuer Saue my life from death in death noe worthy remembrance Of thy name is founde and keepe my sowle fro the dungeon Infernall dungeon where noe tonge yeelds any prayses My hart with groanyng my sowle is weary with anguish Euery night doe I wash my carefull couch with abounding Streames of trickling teares my flesh is myghtyly troubled My color all faded my former bewty decayed For feare all for feare of such as seeke to deuoure mee But get away get away all you that woork any myschief My sighes ascende vp my prayers pierce to the heauens And such as my sowle with griefe vnworthyly vexed With shame and sorrow shall worthyly soone be requyted The eyghth Psalme O Prince all-puysant ô King al-mightyly ruling How wōdrous be thy works how strange are thy proceedings Thou hast thy greate name with most greate glory reposed Ouer aboue those Lamps bright-burning Lamps of Olympus Eu'n very babes yong babes yong sucking babes thy triumphant Might set foorth to the shame of them which iniury offer Eu'n to the shame of them which damned blasphemy vtter When that I looke to the skies and lyft myne eyes to the heauens Skies thyne owne hand-work and heauens fram'd by thy fingers When that I see this Sunne that makes my sight to be seeing And that Moone her light light half-darck dayly renuing Sunne dayes-eye shynyng Moone nights-light chereful apearing When that I see sweete Starres through Christal skies to be sprinckled Some to the first spheare fixt some here and there to be wandryng And yet a constant course with due reuolution endyng Then doe I thinck ô Lord what a thing is man what a wonder O what a thing is man whom thou soe greatly regardest Or what a thing's mankynde which thou soe charyly tendrest Thou hast man this man this blest man mightly framed And with aboundant grace with aboundant dignyty crowned Not much inferior to thy sweete caelestial Angells Thou hast giu'n hym right and iurisdiction ouer All thy wondrous woorkes thou hast made hym to be mayster Hym chiefe mayster on earth right Lord and absolut owner Of beast fowle and fishe on th' earth ayre water abyding O prince all-puysant ô King al-mightyly ruling How wondrous be thy woorks and how strange are thy proceedings The nine and twentith Psalme YOu Kings and rulers you Lords and mighty Monarchaes Whose hands with scepters and heads with crownes be adorned Kneele to the King of Kings and bring your dutiful offrings Lowt to the lyuing Lord ascribe all might to the mighty Alwayes-mighty Monarch and learne to be rul'd by the ruler Which heu'n earth and hell rul's ouerrules in a moment For this is only that one whose thundring voyce fro the clustred Clowds breaks foorth and roares and horror brings to the whole world For this is only that one whose feareful voyce fro the heauens Cedars tall Cedars teares rents and ryues fro the rooting Cedars of Libanus constrayns lyke calues to be leaping And Cedar-bearing Libanus with frightened Hermon Lyke to a yong Vnicorne makes here and there to be skipping For this is only that one whose threatnyng voyce the deuouring Lightnyngs flakes throwes downe and terror brings to the deserts Teares downe trees and woods makes hyndes for feare to be caluyng And that forelorne waste of Cadesh for to be tremblyng Euery voyce his voyce his prayse and glory pronounceth His sacred temple with his honnor dayly resoundeth Ouer gulfs and deepes his royall throane he reposeth Ouerwhelmyng gulfes and drownyng deepes he represseth And stil a lyuing Lord stil a King almighty remayneth And yet a father stil for he leaues not stil to be sendyng Strength to his owne elect and inward peace for a blessing The eyght and thirtith Psalme SCourge mee not my God whylst thy wrath's kyndled against mee Put mee not to rebuke in thyne vnspeakable anger For thy darts ô God dead darts and dangerus arrowes Stick fast fast to my hart ô Lord stick fast to my hartroote And thy hands sore hands presse and oppresse mee with anguish In my flesh noe health in bones noe rest is abyding Thy wrath plagues my flesh my syns to my bones be a poyson My syns woefull wretch my syns now growne to a fullnes Ouergrow my head curst head and keepe mee stil vnder Lyke to a burden alas my back too heauyly loading My carefull carkas with sores lyes all to be wounded