Loves martyr or, Rosalins complaint. Allegorically shadowing the truth of Loue, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle. A Poeme enterlaced with much varietie and raritie; now first translated out of the uenerable Italian Torquato Caeliano, by Robert Chester. With the true legend of famous King Arthur, the last of the nine Worthies, being the first Essay of a new British Poet: collected out of diuerse Authenticall Records. To these are added some new compositions, of seuerall moderne Writers whose names are subscribed to their seuerall workes, upon the first Subiect: viz. the Phoenix and Turtle |
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A Prayer made for the prosperitie of
a siluer coloured Doue, applyed to the beauteous Phœnix.
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A Prayer made for the prosperitie of a siluer coloured Doue, applyed to the beauteous Phœnix.
An Introduction to the Prayer.
Gvide thou great Guider of the Sunne and Moone,
Thou elementall fauourer of the Night,
My vndeserued wit, wit sprong too soone,
To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right:
Let Pen, Hand, Wit and vndeseruing tongue,
Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song.
Thou elementall fauourer of the Night,
My vndeserued wit, wit sprong too soone,
To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right:
Let Pen, Hand, Wit and vndeseruing tongue,
Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song.
In my poore prayer guide my Hand aright,
Guide my dull Wit, guide all my dulled Senses,
Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light,
And from thy Booke of life blot my offences:
Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue,
Ile make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue.
Guide my dull Wit, guide all my dulled Senses,
Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light,
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Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue,
Ile make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue.
O thou great maker of the firmament,
That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins,
And on the glorious shining element,
Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins,
That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes:
Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might,
To him whose heart will praise thee day and night.
That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins,
And on the glorious shining element,
Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins,
That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes:
Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might,
To him whose heart will praise thee day and night.
Accept the humble Praiers of that soule,
That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne,
Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule,
And searcheth reines and heart that are within:
Therefore to thee Iehouah Ile begin:
Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue,
No mercie but thy mercie me can saue.
That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne,
Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule,
And searcheth reines and heart that are within:
Therefore to thee Iehouah Ile begin:
Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue,
No mercie but thy mercie me can saue.
The foule vntamed Lion still goes roring,
Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind,
To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring,
Wherein no Grace to humane flesh's assign'd,
But thou celestiall Father canst him bind:
Tread on his head, tread Sinne and Sathan downe,
And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne.
Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind,
To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring,
Wherein no Grace to humane flesh's assign'd,
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Tread on his head, tread Sinne and Sathan downe,
And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne.
Thus in acceptance of thy glorious sight,
I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace,
Thou art the Doore, the Lanthorne and the Light,
To guide my sinfull feete from place to place,
And now O Christ I bow before thy face:
And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue,
I make my earnest prayer for thy loue.
I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace,
Thou art the Doore, the Lanthorne and the Light,
To guide my sinfull feete from place to place,
And now O Christ I bow before thy face:
And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue,
I make my earnest prayer for thy loue.
Shrowde her ô Lord vnder thy shadowed wings,
From the worlds enuious malice and deceit,
That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings,
And in her way layes a corrupted baite,
Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height:
Guide her, ô guide her from pernitious foes,
That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes.
From the worlds enuious malice and deceit,
That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings,
And in her way layes a corrupted baite,
Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height:
Guide her, ô guide her from pernitious foes,
That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes.
Wash her O Lord with Hysope and with Thime,
And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse,
Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime,
And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse,
O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse:
Behold her, O behold her gratious King,
That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing.
And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse,
Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime,
And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse,
O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse:
Behold her, O behold her gratious King,
That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing.
And as thou leadst through the red coloured waues,
The hoast of thy elected Israel,
And from the wrath of Pharoe didst them saue,
Appointing them within that land to dwell,
A chosen land, a land what did excell:
So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place,
Where she Temptations enuie may outface.
The hoast of thy elected Israel,
And from the wrath of Pharoe didst them saue,
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A chosen land, a land what did excell:
So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place,
Where she Temptations enuie may outface.
Increase thy gifts bestowed on thy Creature,
And multiply thy blessings manifold,
And as thou hast adorned her with nature,
So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold,
That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold,
Let her not wither Lord without increase,
But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace.
And multiply thy blessings manifold,
And as thou hast adorned her with nature,
So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold,
That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold,
Let her not wither Lord without increase,
But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace.
Amen. Amen.
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