Diuine epistles. Dedicated. to right honble. & worthy guests inuited to ye nuptialls of the great Kings sonne. &c By Augustin. Taylor. preacher at Hawarden.
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- Diuine epistles. Dedicated. to right honble. & worthy guests inuited to ye nuptialls of the great Kings sonne. &c By Augustin. Taylor. preacher at Hawarden.
- Author
- Taylor, Augustine.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by Nicholas Okes,
- 1623.
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- Marriage -- Religious aspects -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
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"Diuine epistles. Dedicated. to right honble. & worthy guests inuited to ye nuptialls of the great Kings sonne. &c By Augustin. Taylor. preacher at Hawarden." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A13410.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.
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TO THE HONO∣RABLE Sr. RICHARD MVLLINEVX, Knight, and Bar∣ronet, &c.
Worthily Honored:
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Peruse these lines, and though they be,
No measures that excell,
Yet th'are diuine, and comes from me,
That knowes and loues you well:
Yet for my knowledge and my loue,
Accept it not, but for
His glorious name that fits aboue,
And is th'all gouernour.
I know you'll giue this meete respect,
And for your Noble name,
Time shall preserue, and still protect,
With the sweete lippes of fame:
To all posterities to come,
When this short life is past,
These lines shall liue, and when your tombe
Shall perish, these shall last.
Your Honors, in the sernice of the Lambe, Augustine Taylor.