Taylors Vrania, or His heauenly muse With a briefe narration of the thirteene sieges, and sixe sackings of the famous cittie of Ierusalem. Their miseries of warre, plague, and famine, (during their last siege by Vespasian and his son Titus.) In heroicall verse compendiously described.
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Taylors Vrania, or His heauenly muse With a briefe narration of the thirteene sieges, and sixe sackings of the famous cittie of Ierusalem. Their miseries of warre, plague, and famine, (during their last siege by Vespasian and his son Titus.) In heroicall verse compendiously described.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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London :: Printed by Edward Griffin for Nathaniel Butter, and are to be sold at his shop at S. Austins gate, at the signe of the Pyde Bull,
1615 [i.e. 1616]
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"Taylors Vrania, or His heauenly muse With a briefe narration of the thirteene sieges, and sixe sackings of the famous cittie of Ierusalem. Their miseries of warre, plague, and famine, (during their last siege by Vespasian and his son Titus.) In heroicall verse compendiously described." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A13512.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 4, 2024.
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To the Reader.
THis Booke, if I with boasting should commend,In seeking to defend, I should offend:Or should I brag, and say it is well writTwere selfe-conceit, presumption, and no wit.Againe, should I my selfe, my selfe depraueIt were a signe I small discretion haueThen as my thoughts, all bragging pride do hate,So I abhorre to be so much IngrateAs to deny Gods gifts, and say that heBy Nature, nothing hath bestowde on me.If ought be Good, I thanke the power Diuine,All that is bad I must acknowledge mine;My God hee's Author of my doing well,Without whose Grace, no Good in me doth dwell.But be it good, or bad, or well, or ill,Kinde Reader, gently iudge, my Artles skill.
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