Austins Vrania, or, The heauenly muse in a poem full of most feeling meditations for the comfort of all soules, at all times: by S.A. B. of Arts of Ex. Colledge in Oxford.
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- Austins Vrania, or, The heauenly muse in a poem full of most feeling meditations for the comfort of all soules, at all times: by S.A. B. of Arts of Ex. Colledge in Oxford.
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- Austin, Samuel, b. 1605 or 6.
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- London :: Printed by F[elix] K[ingston] for Robert Allot and Henry Seile,
- 1629.
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An Apologie for my Muse, that it chose this subiect before any other, which might seeme more pleasing to the Times.
I Write not newes of Ree, or our late Fleet For Rochels ayde; or of the States that meet In our great present Parliament, to cure Those wounds our dearest England doth endure For her both hid and open sinnes: Oh no; It is not fit for me, who am so low, To speake, when greater tongues are tyde: but I Bring newes from Heau'n, wrapt in a mystery: The sweetest newes that e'r was heard; and such That cannot chuse but please: yet 'tis not much, And therefore easier to be borne: In briefe, It is a remedy 'gainst euery griefe Of these our present troublous times; I meane, To those alone that crie, Vncleane, vncleane, And faine would be washt white from sinne, and be Secur'd also from all the miserie That followes it: (those Iudgements now that threat Our Englands fall, if Mercy proue not great.) Thus haue I thought the safest way to please, By writing what might giue to all men ease.S. A.
E Musaeo meo in Coll. Exon. in Oxonio. 26. Maij, 1628.