A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 25 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.80 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
And on his altars perfume these Turkey clothes, This gassampine and gold i'll sacrifice. To him my heart and thoughts I will addict, Then suffer us most mighty Governor, Within your Temples to do sacrifice. You men of Tharsus follow me, Who sacrifice unto the God of heaven, And welcome friends to Ioppais Governor. If warned once, the Ethnics thus repent, And at the first their error do lament: What senseless beasts devoured in their sin, Are they whom long persuasions cannot win. Beware ye western Cities where the word Is daily preached both at church and board: Where majesty the Gospel doth maintain, Where Preachers for your good, themselves do pain. To dally long, and still protract the time, The Lord is just, and you but dust and slime: Presume not far, delay not to amend, Who suffereth long, will punish in the end. Cast thy account o London in this case, Then judge what cause thou hast, to call for grace. Lord of the light, thou maker of the world, Behold thy hands of mercy rears me up, Lo from the hideous bowels of this fish, Thou hast returned me to the wished air, Lo here apparent witness of thy power, The proud Leviathan that scours the seas, And from his nostrils showers out stormy floods, Whose back resists the tempest of the wind, Whose presence makes the scaly troops to shake, With humble stress of his broad opened chaps, Hath lent me harbour in the raging floods. Thus though my sin hath drawn me down to death, Thy mercy hath restored me to life. Bow ye my knees, and you my bashful eyes, Weep so for grief, as you to water would: In trouble Lord I called unto thee, Out of the belly of the deepest hell, I cried, and thou didst hear my voice O God: 'tis thou hadst cast me down into the deep, The seas and floods did compass me about, I thought I had been cast from out thy sight, The weeds were wrapped about my wretched head, I went unto the bottom of the hills, But thou O Lord my God hast brought me up. On thee I thought when as my soul did faint, My prayers did press before thy mercy seat. Then will I pay my vows unto the Lord, For why salvation cometh from his throne. Ionas arise, get thee to Niniveh, And preach to them the preachings that I bade: Haste thee to see the will of heaven performed. Iehouah I am Priest to do thy will. What coast is this, and where am I arrived? Behold sweet Licas streaming in his bounds, Bearing the walls of haughty Niniveh, Whereas three hundred towns do tempt the heaven. Fair are thy walls pride of Assiria, But lo thy sins have pierced through the clouds. Here will I enter boldly, since I know My God commands, whose power no power resists.
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And on his altars perfume these Turkie clothes, This gassampine and gold ile sacrifice. To him my heart and thoughts I will addict, Then suffer vs most mightie Gouernour, Within your Temples to do sacrifice. You men of Tharsus follow me, Who sacrifice vnto the God of heauen, And welcome friends to Ioppais Gouernor. If warned once, the Ethnicks thus repent, And at the first their errour do lament: What senslesse beasts deuoured in their sinne, Are they whom long perswations cannot winne. Beware ye westerne Cities where the word Is daily preached both at church and boord: Where maiestie the Gospell doth maintaine, Where Preachers for your good, themselues do paine. To dally long, and still protract the time, The Lord is iust, and you but dust and slime: Presume not far, delaie not to amend, Who suffereth long, will punish in the end. Cast thy account ô London in this case, Then iudge what cause thou hast, to call for grace. Lord of the light, thou maker of the world, Behold thy hands of mercy reares me vp, Loe from the hidious bowels of this fish, Thou hast returnd me to the wished aire, Loe here apparant witnesse of thy power, The proud Leuiathan that scoures the seas, And from his nosthrils showres out stormy flouds, Whose backe resists the tempest of the winde, Whose presence makes the scaly troopes to shake, With humble stresse of his broad opened chappes, Hath lent me harbour in the raging flouds. Thus though my sin hath drawne me down to death, Thy mercy hath restored me to life. Bow ye my knées, and you my bashfull eyes, Wéepe so for griefe, as you to water would: In trouble Lord I called vnto thée, Out of the belly of the déepest hell, I cride, and thou didst heare my voice O God: Tis thou hadst cast me downe into the déepe, The seas and flouds did compasse me about, I thought I had bene cast from out thy sight, The wéeds were wrapt about my wretched head, I went vnto the bottome of the hilles, But thou O Lord my God hast brought me vp. On thée I thought when as my soule did faint, My praiers did prease before thy mercy seate. Then will I paie my vowes vnto the Lord, For why saluation commeth from his throane. Ionas arise, get thée to Niniuie, And preach to them the preachings that I bad: Haste thée to sée the will of heauen perform'd. Iehouah I am Priest to do thy will. What coast is this, and where am I arriu'd? Behold swéete Licas streaming in his boundes, Bearing the walles of haughtie Niniuie, Wheras thrée hundered towns do tempt the heauen. Faire are thy walles pride of Assiria, But lo thy sinnes haue pierced through the cloudes. Here will I enter boldly, since I know My God commands, whose power no power resists.