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PSALMOSTHEIOS[Greek], Or a Divine psalme or, Song, Wherein Predestination is maintained, yet the honour of Jehovah preserved and vindicated: And to that eternall song the holy Scripture dedicated. By John Davis [i.e. Davies]. Whereunto is annexed an Elogie upon the Patron, With certaine Divine Epigrams to whom the Author presented some of his Books

Davies, John (1565?-1618)

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Upon the title of this little Book, namely, a Psalme.

To his Meditation.

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Ψαλμος θειος, Or a Divine Psalme, or Song:

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An Elogie upon the incomparable Divine Patron of this little Book, the Sacred Scriptures of the Old and New Testament.

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CERTAIN DIVINE EPIGRAMS

To his most honoured father Master DAVIS Minister of the Gospel in Hereford-Shire.

To his dear Mother Mistris DAVIS.

To my Father in Law Thomas Rider Gentleman, and his loving Consort my Mother in Law.

To his dear Wife Abigail Davis.

To the reverend, faithfull and profitable Minister of the Gospell: Mr. Rawlinson, of the Parish of Lambeth Pastor.

To his approved good friend the learned and experienced, Master John Hinton, Physician.

To his Countrey the fruitfull County of Hereford in Wales.

To his respected Uncle John Davis of The Greenway in Hereford-Shire.

To his respected Friend Master John Wood.

To his Honoured Friend, Mr. Abraham Taylor, Merchant of the City of LONDON.

To his respected Friend, Master Thomas Churchman, of London Citizen.

To his much esteemed Friend and Cousin-german, John Davis of The Greenway in Hereford-Shire.

To his Brother in Law, William Gardiner of Whitchurch in Hereford-Shire.

To his Brother in Law Thomas Roberts at the Were-end in Hereford-Shire.

To his Brother Robert Davis, Barber-Chirurgeon of the City of London.

To his Brother Samuel Davis, Cordwainer in the Town of Monmouth in Wales.

To the Captious READER.

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To his dear Wife Abigail Davis.

LOVE,

Let not thy love from anc'ent truths decline;
Hate thou falshood: love truly truths divine.
Let not the love of earthly Authors make
Thee love a truth, love truth for its own sake.
None will slight cord'als, though a foe do send
Them, nor poys'n take though from a bosome friend.
Let nothing here be doubtful unto you,
Not that th'Author, but th'patrō speaks it true.
Convince gain-sayers with the patrons words,
They're fitter weapons for this end than swords.
If thou asswage the rage of some that rail,
Against this truth, thou dost like Abigail
Preserve thy husband, and what doth belong
To him, from danger, violence and wrong.
Accept of this, as I accepted thee,
In love esteem it, as a gift from mee,

Your faithfull and loving husband, John Davis.