The soules solace in times of trouble with severall particular remedies against despaire, collected out of the Psalmes of Daivd, and some short meditations and ejaculations upon the attributes of God, the Lords Prayer, and the tenne commandments / by F. Thorne ...

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Title: The soules solace in times of trouble with severall particular remedies against despaire, collected out of the Psalmes of Daivd, and some short meditations and ejaculations upon the attributes of God, the Lords Prayer, and the tenne commandments / by F. Thorne ...
Author: Thorne, Francis, 17th cent.
Publication: London :: Printed by Tho. Harper, and are to be sold by Philip Nevil ...,; 1643.
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Subject terms: Christian life -- Biblical teaching.; Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Arguments mooving the Author to publish it.

I Cannot say (as many will pretend)
That at the earnest sute of some deare friend,
I have this little Book brought to your view,
Because my conscience knowes it is not true;
No, no, I kept it close within my brest,
Till conscience it no longer could digest,
For when I with my selfe consider'd well,
What curse upon that idle servant fell,
Who did interre his talent in the ground,
No quiet rest within my selfe I found,
Vntill I had resolv'd to make that knowne,
Which I intended for my selfe alone.

Non nobis natisumus.
Nec sibi, nec patriae, nec amicis commodus esse,
Qui studet huic vivo mortua vita placet.