The wisdome of Solomon paraphrased. Written by Thomas Middleton
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- The wisdome of Solomon paraphrased. Written by Thomas Middleton
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- Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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- Printed at London :: By Valentine Sems [i.e. Simmes], dwelling on Adling hil at the signe of the white Swanne,
- 1597.
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❧To the right Honourable and my very good Lord, Robert Deuoreux, Erle of Essex and Ewe, Vicount of Hereford, Lorde Ferrers of Chartley, Boutcher, and Louayne, Maister of her Maiesties Horse and Ordonance, Knight of the ho∣nourable order of the Gartor, and one of her Maiesties most hon••rable priuie Counsell.
THe Summers Haruest, (right Honourable) is long since reapt, & now it is sowing time againe: behold, I haue scattred a few seedes vpon the yong ground of vnskilfulnesse, if it beare fruit, my la∣bour is well bestowed, but if it be bar∣ren, I shall haue lesse ioy to set more. The husbandman obserues the cour∣ses of the Moone, I, the forces of your fauor: he desireth sun-shine, I, cheere∣full
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countenance: which once obtay∣ned, my haruest of ioy will soone bee ripened. My seedes, as yet, lodge in the bosome of the earth, like Infantes vpon the lappe of a Fauourite, want∣ing the budding spring-time of their growth, not knowing the Est of their glorie, the west of their quietnesse, the South of their summer, the North of their winter: but if the beames of your aspectes lighten the small moytie of a smaller implanting, I shall haue an e∣uery-day-haruest, a fruition of con∣tent, a braunch of felicitie.
Your Honours addicted in all obseruance,
Thomas Midleton.