Gemitus de carcere Nantes, or, Prison-sighs and supports being a few broken scraps and crumbs of comfort lately fallen from the great kings table, the Holy Scriptures, into the prisoners basket : who being satisfied, let fall (through the grate) a few leavings for the hungry souls abroad, till God send more plenty.

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Gemitus de carcere Nantes, or, Prison-sighs and supports being a few broken scraps and crumbs of comfort lately fallen from the great kings table, the Holy Scriptures, into the prisoners basket : who being satisfied, let fall (through the grate) a few leavings for the hungry souls abroad, till God send more plenty.
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London :: [s.n.],
1684.
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"Gemitus de carcere Nantes, or, Prison-sighs and supports being a few broken scraps and crumbs of comfort lately fallen from the great kings table, the Holy Scriptures, into the prisoners basket : who being satisfied, let fall (through the grate) a few leavings for the hungry souls abroad, till God send more plenty." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A42592.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 8, 2024.

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An Hymn on Canticles 4. 8.

Jesus from all Worldly Delights, And Sufferings too, his Spouse Invites.
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COme, O my Spouse, with me come home; From Leb'non hast away With me, from Lebanon now come, From top of Amona; From Shenirs Top, and Hermon Hill, From Dens of Lyons hast; And from the Leopards fierce, that still Thee on those Hills do wast.
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O come! that word Attracts my heart, Who will not hearken to't? For some must hear that word, Depart; Lord bring us to thy Foot: To come with thee, Lord, I'm content; Wilt thou accept of me? Tho' in the Lyons Dens I'm pent, Grant there thy Company.
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But can't my Lord be well content, Without my Fellowship; In pieces me tho' Lyons rent, I'le o're them Mountains skip. Lord stay, for these Ascents are hard, From Leb'nons Sweet Delight: Lead me along, and be my guard, When Lyons me affright. And when these Mountains I have past, In thy Sweet Company; To th' Hill of Spices me at last, Conduct to be with thee.
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