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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

well placed his ambuscado's it was impossible to decline them When I was most Industrious to disappoint him I have miserably dropped into his clutches my Seeing has bin criminall and my not-seeing my understanding and my not-understanding my discourse and my silence my standing and my sitting my sleeping and my waking my walking and my reposing In fine my God I have perverted the use of my senses and all my members to actions shamefull and destructive unchast desires scortched me up there was neither law natural divine or humane that I have not been a trepasser against I have onely observed the law of sinne Alass would I could not say I had observed it but that I would observe it no longer but because I am the very same and feel no alteration I persue worse principles and tread in paths more perilous my will shakes a Scepter over me my Soul is gangreen'd with corruption and is it selfe the cause and core of its own evil I often quarrel with my selfe that it should be irksome to me to live but not to sinne my understanding is privy to my folly which adds the more to my confession and in my own censure justly casts me Thou who embraces pleasures with such a pathetick dotage why wallows thou so long in the mire wherein thy concupisences have bogg'd thee Why do the affaires of the world goad thee with such pricking cares Why hunt'st thou with such a ravenous sent after things transitory and perishing Why miscalls thou those things good thou purchases with so much paine yea often at the price of thy salvation things which with fear thou possessest and must quit with sorrow VVhy my soul dost thou forget thy race and the nobility of thy extraction why art thou not ashamed with so much cowardice and pusillanimity to submit to the power of thy body and senses which were placed under the Legiance Why givest thou entertainment to the charmes of the deceitfull promises of the world's witch-craft How art thou ignorant that the embleme of the greatest good is but an exhaled meteor that radiates for a vvhile and instantly vanisheth Blush blush then miserable sinner because thou hast declined the Creator to divert to the creature that in the end with a judgment rectified thou may'st discerne the delusions that abuse thee Behold how thou wearyes thy selfe in the persuit of a false good and like to the Issue of a metamorphosed Arachne who spins her own entrails and weaves them into subtle nets onely to mesh flyes in so toylest thou with many labours and troubles in the search of a small prey not considerable in any thing but in its traine of torments wherein it will engage thee Once more blush that thou hast plowed that whence thou couldest reap no profit Deplore the time thou hast mis-husbanded to the end that out of the very shame of it thou may'st at least gleane some harvest Pay thy heart to God and thou discharges a due debt Verily when I ruminate these discourses my indignation is kindled against my selfe that I should not bequeath that to heaven which I so freely bestow on earth I am offended with my selfe when the reproaches of my conscience allarum my considerations when I compare the loss of so great riches with the little advantage of so small gaines The knowledge of good lead's me not to it but the light of evill allures me My enemy hath school'd my will and adapting me to his desires he hath rendred me almost as detestable as himselfe He loads me with Irons and committs me to the black Rod of sinne But my God since thou art the God of might and of power and holds jurisdiction over my life dislodge not thy auxiliary bands farre from me Draw them forth in my aide shade me under the umbrella of thy wings that my adversaryes may not have the view of my ruine and that my enemy proud of my destruction may not have cause to boast he hath triumphed over me Break the cords that spansel me and hinder my pace towards thee Knock a-sunder the chaines of sinne I am so strongly fettered in give my enemy a tast of thy might let me have cause to make thy altars smoak with the sacrifices of joy and sing with thy saints What expression is large enough to cloathe the power of the Lord Who is capable of the praises of God who hath plucked my soul out of the nets and gins of death who hath elbowed me for falling and preserved me out of the throat of the lyon in my miseries At whose eares shall my Invocations knock if not at thine my God whom our forefathers Invocations have so profitably moved if not at thine eares my God who never frustrated the hopes built upon thee Take me then under thy protection and let the whole world combate me nothing shall dismay me I will fling a scornfull eye on the assaults and approaches of my enemies as long as thou embraces my quarrell and stands by me Sift my heart sift my affections and winnow out all that is conrary to thee Cast my soul in a new mould create in me a second faith to engraft thy graces that they come not within the possibility of withering so that having bid adieu to the vanities of the world and its deceiving pleasures even the sinner himselfe may be allowed praise for the purity of his desires My wishes ayming only at thee my God let my petitions and supplications find audience Then will I say with assurance My soul ô Lord is in travail with no desires but what thou father'st I am convinced we cannot pray unlesse thou quicken our prayers with wholsome inspirations we cannot ascend to thee without thou lend a pulley Draw me then O Lord enlighten my Theory that it may mend my Practice that beginning well I may end well draw me my God before my old Inveterate habits smother my nevv resolutions and my perverted vvill and confirmed in evill overmaster this dayes designes for my good Seeing I purpose what is just let me not relapse into my former Injustices Capacitate thee for thy grace and my salvation spred thy rayes over me dispell thy darknesse which envellopes me Invest me in those pretious garments which make me acceptable to thy eyes dismantle me of those fatall robes wherein sin hath cloathed me In conclusion my God burthen not thy remembrance with my transgressions Work an universall change in me that becoming a new man I may bring to thy service a new soul new fervours and that constantly persuing thee I may have relish in nothing but in Jesus my Saviour and my Master Laus Deo FINIS

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