The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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The Praier of Sirach's Son: My lord & King,
I will confesse thee, & thy Praises Sing;
Thee only will I Praise! oh, my Defence,
My Life, My Being, to withstand all Chance!
Might ruine mee; who hast preservd me long,
Safe from the Malice of a Slandering Tongue;
From lying lips, from my insulting ffoes
Who blind in Fury, in a Tempest rose;
From Secret Treasons, perills manifold;
In glowing ffire, yt ffire could take noe hold;
From rageing Passions; from the vnfathom'd deep
Of blak despaire; from fantasies, wch keep
In Braines distracted; from the gvilt of foule
Immodest Langvage, to bespot a Soule;
From all vntruthes; from ye vncertaine ground
Of seeminge hope to iniure or confound
My Neighbour in Deceit; to abuse ye Eare
Of Kings too Credulous, in what they heare.
I will confesse thee, & thy Praises Sing;
Thee only will I Praise! oh, my Defence,
My Life, My Being, to withstand all Chance!
Might ruine mee; who hast preservd me long,
Safe from the Malice of a Slandering Tongue;
From lying lips, from my insulting ffoes
Who blind in Fury, in a Tempest rose;
From Secret Treasons, perills manifold;
In glowing ffire, yt ffire could take noe hold;
From rageing Passions; from the vnfathom'd deep
Of blak despaire; from fantasies, wch keep
In Braines distracted; from the gvilt of foule
Immodest Langvage, to bespot a Soule;
From all vntruthes; from ye vncertaine ground
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My Neighbour in Deceit; to abuse ye Eare
Of Kings too Credulous, in what they heare.
For ever will I praise thee, oh my God!
My Soul was Sad, I travail'd in the road
Of horrid darknes; Compasséd about
With threat'ning ffoes, & none to help me out;
I look't about, to see if I could finde
One freind for Aide; but there was none soe kind.
My Soul was Sad, I travail'd in the road
Of horrid darknes; Compasséd about
With threat'ning ffoes, & none to help me out;
I look't about, to see if I could finde
One freind for Aide; but there was none soe kind.
When these helpes fail'd me, I begun to Cast
My hopes on thee, thy glorious Acts forepast;
How thou of old wast mighty to Secure
And guard thy people from a forraigne Power.
My hopes on thee, thy glorious Acts forepast;
How thou of old wast mighty to Secure
And guard thy people from a forraigne Power.
In confidence whereof I did advance
My voice in Praier, for like Deliverance,
Vnto the Lord, the Father of my Lord;
That I might never Suffer by the Sword
Of haughty ffoes, nor be left Desolate
For Pride to Tryvmph on me, in my Fate.
I will exalt thy Name, for ever Sing,
A Song of Praise, to thee my God and King.
My voice in Praier, for like Deliverance,
Vnto the Lord, the Father of my Lord;
That I might never Suffer by the Sword
Of haughty ffoes, nor be left Desolate
For Pride to Tryvmph on me, in my Fate.
I will exalt thy Name, for ever Sing,
A Song of Praise, to thee my God and King.
My Praier was heard, tu sav'st me from ye Iawes
Of black Destruction; from ye insatiate Mawes
Of Persecution; therfore will I Praise
Thy Glorious Name the Remnant of my Daies.
Of black Destruction; from ye insatiate Mawes
Of Persecution; therfore will I Praise
Thy Glorious Name the Remnant of my Daies.
When I was weake & younge, ere I knew ought,
I desired Wisedome, wth a fervent thought;
The Temple Stands a Witnes to my Vowes:
(Where better could I then in such a House?)
Lands far remote, I travail'd in her Quest;
I found her out; in her, my Soul hath Rest;
Studious to gaine her, from my younger yeares,
With strict Attention & with open Eares,
I did Possess her, & She Crown'd my Name
Glorious, to an everlasting Fame.
Therfore the Glory, gratefullie, I give
To him who gav't, in & by whom I live;
For 'tis but Iust, & not escape me shall,
Goodnes herselfe vnprovéd, lest I fall;
My Soul has Ioyn'd with her, in a hot strife;
I have survaied the affaires of all my Life
With Shame & Wonder, plainly to behold
Frailty soe forward, ignorance soe bold.
I desired Wisedome, wth a fervent thought;
The Temple Stands a Witnes to my Vowes:
(Where better could I then in such a House?)
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I found her out; in her, my Soul hath Rest;
Studious to gaine her, from my younger yeares,
With strict Attention & with open Eares,
I did Possess her, & She Crown'd my Name
Glorious, to an everlasting Fame.
Therfore the Glory, gratefullie, I give
To him who gav't, in & by whom I live;
For 'tis but Iust, & not escape me shall,
Goodnes herselfe vnprovéd, lest I fall;
My Soul has Ioyn'd with her, in a hot strife;
I have survaied the affaires of all my Life
With Shame & Wonder, plainly to behold
Frailty soe forward, ignorance soe bold.
I try'd a nearer way, & found her pure;
Clasp't her within my Bosome, to endure
With mee for ever; found her in my Sweat;
Therefore, I flourish in a Glorious Seat;
And for Reward, I have a Tongue wch shall
Wax old, to Praise his Name who gave me all.
Clasp't her within my Bosome, to endure
With mee for ever; found her in my Sweat;
Therefore, I flourish in a Glorious Seat;
And for Reward, I have a Tongue wch shall
Wax old, to Praise his Name who gave me all.
Come near, you Miss-led People, I will teach
You Sacred Precepts, 'bove the vulgar reach.
Why doe you trifle? Dull, Illitterate,
And Stupid Men, your Soules would gladly Sate
Them in the words of Knowledge; why not able
To Prize my Words? oh, you Incapable!
For I have said, buy her without a Price;
Be only humble, & you shall be Wise;
She stands to Court you; see! I tooke small Paine,
Yet in the fullnes of her ioyes remaine.
You Sacred Precepts, 'bove the vulgar reach.
Why doe you trifle? Dull, Illitterate,
And Stupid Men, your Soules would gladly Sate
Them in the words of Knowledge; why not able
To Prize my Words? oh, you Incapable!
For I have said, buy her without a Price;
Be only humble, & you shall be Wise;
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Yet in the fullnes of her ioyes remaine.
Get learning as a Treasure; to this Store
Gold is Contemptible, & Fortunes Poore.
Let your Soules trivmph, and record the Praise
Of God, full in his Mercy, all your Daies;
Doe what you doe in Time: & you shall find
Reward to all yor Actions in the End.
Gold is Contemptible, & Fortunes Poore.
Let your Soules trivmph, and record the Praise
Of God, full in his Mercy, all your Daies;
Doe what you doe in Time: & you shall find
Reward to all yor Actions in the End.
The End.
------ numero Devs impare gaudet.
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