Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes
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- Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes
- Author
- Wither, George, 1588-1667.
- Publication
- At London :: Printed by G. Eld, for Francis Burton, and are to be solde at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Green-Dragon,
- 1613.
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- Satire, English -- Early works to 1800.
- Epigrams, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A15623.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 9, 2024.
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PRECATIO.
THou that Createdst all things in a weeke, Great God: whose fauour I doe onely seeke, E'ne thou by whose sweet Inspiration, I vndertooke this obseruation; Oh grant, I pray, since thou hast dain'd to show, Thy seruant that which thousands doe not know, That this my noting of mans hum'rous Passion, May worke within Me such an Alteration, I may be for my past offences sorry, And lead a life to thy eternall glorie. Let not Ambition, nor foule Desire, Nor Hate, nor Enuy set my heart on fire, Reuenge, nor Choller, no nor Iealousie, And keepe me from Despaire and Crueltie, Fond hope expell, and I beseech thee blesse, My soule ••rom feare and too much heauines. But giue me speciall grace to shun the vice, That is so common; Beastly Auarice: Yea grant me power I not onely know, But flye those euils that from Passion flow. Moreouer now Inspire my soule with art, And grant me thy assistance to impart,Page [unnumbered]
The rest of mens ill Customes, yet remaining,
And his vaine humors; that by my explaining,
They may perceiue how odious I can make them,
Blush at the reading and at last forsake them:
So let my Muse in this and things to come,
Sing to thy glory, Lord, or else be dumbe.