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

SIR,

I know right well, untruths you cannot brook,
Behold, they're here condemn'd within this book.
Here's truth triumphing, errour much asham'd,
To shew her self because of most men blam'd.
The old receiv'd undoubted verity,
Here I maintain 'gainst dead quick heresie,
Answering all objections which some make
Against the truth (for nought but fash'ons sake.)
I have read th'eloquence of Cicero,
I could have writ in Latin, but why so?
All in England know not the Latin tongue,
But I could wish that all both old and young
Would learn the originals, first the Greek,
And then the sacred Hebrew Language seek;
Their worths, I cannot speak, I must admire:
O! that our youth would both these tongues acquire.

Your Servant, John Davis.