Minerua Britanna or A garden of heroical deuises furnished, and adorned with emblemes and impresa's of sundry natures, newly devised, moralized, and published, by Henry Peacham, Mr. of Artes.
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Minerua Britanna or A garden of heroical deuises furnished, and adorned with emblemes and impresa's of sundry natures, newly devised, moralized, and published, by Henry Peacham, Mr. of Artes.
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Peacham, Henry, 1576?-1643?
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London :: Printed in Shoe-lane at the signe of the Faulcon by Wa: Dight,
[1612]
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Emblem books, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"Minerua Britanna or A garden of heroical deuises furnished, and adorned with emblemes and impresa's of sundry natures, newly devised, moralized, and published, by Henry Peacham, Mr. of Artes." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A09202.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 16, 2024.
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Hibernica Respub: ad Iacobum Regem.
[illustration]
WHILE I lay bathed in my natiue blood,And yeelded nought saue harsh, & hellish soundes:And saue from Heauen, I had no hope of good,Thou pittiedst (Dread Soveraigne) my woundes,Repair'dst my ruine, and with Ivorie key,Didst tune my stringes, that slackt or broken lay.
Now since I breathed by thy Roiall hand,And found my concord, by so smooth a tuch,I giue the world abroade to vnderstand,Ne're was the musick of old Orpheus such,As that I make, by meane (Deare Lord) of thee,From discord drawne, to sweetest vnitie.
Cum m••a nativo squallerent sceptra cruore,Edoque lugubres vndique fracta modos:Ipse redux nervos distendis (Phoebe) rebelles,Et stupet ad nostros Orpheus ipse sonos.