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.
THe Painter cannot draw a face,
T' express to life each 〈◊〉〈◊〉, grace,
And figure, with proportion fit
Except the partie d••owne doth sit:
But heer in th'hart by being seen,
God drawes the picture which had been
Before imperfect: though 'twere neat,
And often toucht, 'twas not compleat.
Til now, it lightned as vpon see,
True picture of the Trinity.
The colours stem'd did fak and eye,
But now sbal last eternally.
While heer the hart doth quiet sit,
By vision God doth sigure it.