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Du Bartas

His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester
Sylvester, Josuah (1563-1618)

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Anagammata Regia: Regi.
Iacobvs Stvart: Iusta Scrutabo.
  
CORONA DEDICATORIA.
  
[These laureat Temples which the Laurel grace]
  
HIS LIFE, &c.
  
Lectoribus
  
INDIGNIS.
  
OPTIMIS.
  
EPIGRAM. To M. Iosuah Sylvester.
  
In praise of the Translator.
  
To M. Iosvah Sylvester, of his Bartas Metaphrased.
  
To my good friend, M. Sylvester, in honour of this sacred Work.
  
To M. Iosvah Sylvester. A SONNET.
  
Flexanimo Salustij du Bartus interpreti, Ios. Sylvesteri, carmen Encomiasticon.
  
In Commendation of du Bartas, and his Translator, M. Iosvah Sylvester. A Sonnet.
  
In Commendation of this worthie Worke.
  
An Acrostick Sonnet, to his friend M. Iosva Sylvester.
  
To the Same.
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Du BARTAS His FIRST WEEK, OR BIRTH OF THE WORLD:
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Du BARTAS HIS SECOND WEEKE, DISPOSED (After the proportion of his First) Into Seaven Dayes: (viz.)
  
TO MY EVER-MOST HONOVRED MISTRESS, Mris Essex, wife to the right worthy, William Essex of Lamborn, Esquier; and eldest Daughter of the right valiant, and Nobly-descended, Sir Walter Harecourt of Stanton-Hare-court, Knight Baron of Ellen-Hall.
  
TO VERTVES PATTERNE, AND BEAVTIES Paragon, Mris Ione Essex: now wife to the right worthy, William Anderson Esquier (second Son of the late Lord Anderson) and only Sister of the Honorably-descended William Essex of Lamborn, Esquire.
  
VRANIA. OR The Heauenly Muse.
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THE TRIVMPH OF FAITH
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TETRASTICHA. OR THE QVADRAINS OF GVY DE FAVR, Lord of Pibrac.
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SONNETS Vpon THE LATE MIRACVLOVS PEACE IN FRANCE.
  
A DIALOGVE VPON THE TROVBLES PAST:
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AN ODE OF THE LOVE AND BEAVTIES OF ASTRÆA.
  
TO THE MOST MATCHLESS. faire and vertuous, M.M.H.
  
AN ODE TO ASTRÆA.
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Sonnet 1.
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Sonnet 2.
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EPIGRAMS & EPITAPHES vpon Warre and Peace.
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THE PROFIT OF IMPRISONMENT.
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LITTLE BARTAS:
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Micro-cosmo-graphia: THE LITTLE-WORLDES DESCRIPTION; OR THE MAP OF MAN
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CERTAIN EPIGRAMS of the same Mr. H. S.
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THE MAIDENS BLVSH:
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THE PARLIAMENT OF VERTVES ROYALL:
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A DIVINE & TRVE TRAGI-COMEDY; IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall:
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BETHVLIANS RESCVE.
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A HYMN OF ALMS: OR THE BEGGERS BELL; heard, from beyond THE CHARTER-HOVSE,
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MEMORIALS OF MORTALITIE.
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MEMORIALS OF MORTALITIE.
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St. LEWIS; THE KING:
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HENRIE THE GREAT (The Fourth of that Name) LATE King of France and Navarr: HIS Tropheis and Tragedie. Written in French By Piere Mathiev.
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THE BATTAIL OF YVRY:
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SIMILE NON EST IDEM: Seeming is not the Same.
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A GLIMSE OF HEAVENLY IOYES:
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AVTO-MACHIA: OR The Self-Conflict of a Christian.
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TOBACCO BATTERED;
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LACRYMÆ LACRYMARVM:
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AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie.
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HONOR'S FARVVEL To Her Honorable Friends: Or The Ladie Hay's Last Will
  
A FVNERAL ELEGIE
  
To Gods Glory. IN PIOVS MEMORY OF the nobly vertuous and religious Matrone, Margarite, Wife of Robert Hill, Dr. of Divinity, and Pastor of this Parish.
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Vxor Felix. Loquitur post funera virtus.
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A Brief Catechism.
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SPECTACLES
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MOTTOES.
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THE WOOD-MANS BEAR.
  
EPITHALAMION.
  
A HOLY PREPARATION to a ioifull Resurrection.
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THE MYSTERIE OF MYSTERIES.

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Sonnet 29.

[As he that, scap't from Ship-wrack on a plank]

As he that, scap't from Ship-wrack on a plank,
Doubts of his health, and hardly yet beleeues
(Still faintly shiuering on the feareless bank)
That (through that fraile helpe) certainely he liues:
As he that new freed from strange seruitude,
Returnes again to tread his natiue allies,
Seems still to feare his Patrons rigour rude,
And seems still tugging, chained in the Gallies:
So alwayes, ruth, ruine, and rage, and horror
Of troubles past doo haunt me euery-where,
And still I meete Furies and gastly Terror:
Then, to my selfe thus raue I (rapt with feare)
From pleasures past, if present sorrow spring,
Why should not past cares present comfort bring?
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