 | A Spiritvall propine of a Pastour to his People |  |
TO THE BVIKE.
O blessed bocke of peaper permanent!O night resembler of a liuely grace!
No barren birth of coyle and time mispent,
No loftie luste with false and fardie face,
Be not ashamed, thou bears the verie trace
And paterne vine of heauenly influence:
The voyage, way, and Palore vnto peace,
A mate for myrth the gyde for gouernence,
Mounting on heigh vnto divine essence,
Then drawing thence race dew of happie store.
For Woe, for Wealth for Faith, for conscience,
Yeelding in end for paine a perfite lore.
Go range about the coastes and countries all
Thou leadst aright to life celestiall.
I. I.
| A Spiritvall propine of a Pastour to his People | |