The devout hart or Royal throne of the pacifical Salomon. Composed by F. St. Luzuic S.I. Translated out of Latin into English. Enlarged with incentiue by F. St. Binet of the same S. and now enriched with hymnes by a new hand

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Title: The devout hart or Royal throne of the pacifical Salomon. Composed by F. St. Luzuic S.I. Translated out of Latin into English. Enlarged with incentiue by F. St. Binet of the same S. and now enriched with hymnes by a new hand
Author: Luzvic, Stephanus, 1567-1640.
Publication: [Rouen] :: Printed by Iohn Cousturier,; 1634.
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Subject terms: Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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THE HYMNE.
HAst thou no Harbinger to bring
Thy furniture, so great a King,
But must thy self in person come
To order al, and hang this roome?
My hart alas! 〈◊〉〈◊〉 hardly brooks,
To be tran••fixt with tenter book••;
For nayles and hamner, now I see,
And ladder, al prepar'd for me.
Ah! without sheets I see thy bed;
Thy Crosse, no bolster for thy head
Except it be a crowne of thorne,
Thy canopy is Heauen forlorne.
Al things lament thy paynes to see,
IESV come in, I'l mourne with thee.