Abel redevivus or, The dead yet speaking. The Lives and Deaths of the Moderne Divines. Written by severall able and learned Men (whose names ye shall finde in the Epistle to the Reader.) And now digested into one Volumne, for the benefit and satisfaction of all those that desire to be acquainted with the Paths of Piety and Virtve [by Thomas Fuller] |
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The Life and Death of Theodorus Beza.
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The Life and Death of Theodorus Beza.
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If fame may be beleeved, I am he
To whom an Infant can no relate be,
Yet blest with issue by a higher fate
And that both many and legitimate:
Not onely people, with their priests together,
But also Kings vouchsafe to call me father.
Thousands of souls O Christ have been by me
Begotten through thy holy Word to thee.
To whom an Infant can no relate be,
Yet blest with issue by a higher fate
And that both many and legitimate:
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But also Kings vouchsafe to call me father.
Thousands of souls O Christ have been by me
Begotten through thy holy Word to thee.
Who knowes not learned Beza, what dull eare
Hath not large volumes of his hist'ry there?
Or what ill furnisht Gallery cannot show
His reverend Picture, marshall'd in the row
Of rare and moderne Worthies, to advance
The glory of his pen renowned France?
From whose more painfull and illustrious quill,
Such Quintessence of sweetnesse did distill;
Which like the dropping Hermony pearly dew,
Refresht faire Syons plants, and did renew
Their drooping spirits, wasted heretofore,
And blasted with the breath of Babils whore;
To whose blest name let every heart that did
Ere prize true vertue, turne a Pyramid.
Hath not large volumes of his hist'ry there?
Or what ill furnisht Gallery cannot show
His reverend Picture, marshall'd in the row
Of rare and moderne Worthies, to advance
The glory of his pen renowned France?
From whose more painfull and illustrious quill,
Such Quintessence of sweetnesse did distill;
Which like the dropping Hermony pearly dew,
Refresht faire Syons plants, and did renew
Their drooping spirits, wasted heretofore,
And blasted with the breath of Babils whore;
To whose blest name let every heart that did
Ere prize true vertue, turne a Pyramid.
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