Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester
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Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester
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Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.
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Printed at London :: By Humfrey Lounes [and are to be sould by Arthur Iohnson at the signe of the white horse, neere the great north doore of Paules Church,
[1611]]
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"Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A11395.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 2, 2024.
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To Foes a Terrour, and to Friendes a Tower:ERROR'S Defyer, and True FAITH'S Defence:A Sword to Wrong, a Shielde to Innocence:Cheering the mild; checking the wild with powr:The Starre of other States, and Sterne of Our:The Rod of Vice, & VERTVE'S Recompence:Long liue King IAMESin al MAGNIFICENCE:VRANIA.And (full of DAYES)When (in his Blis-ful Bowr)Heauens king shal crown thee with th' immortal flowr,Fall all These Blessings on that forwarde PrinceHENRIE (our Hope) to-Crowne His ExcellenceA KING at Home, abroad a CONQVEROR.So Happily, that wee may still Conclude,Our Sunne did Sette and yet no Night ensew'd.
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