The non-dramatic works of Thomas DekkerIn five volumes . to the Barre, and whenthe Court arofe, I fed vpon manna, at a table withAngels. Ierufalem was the Pallace I liued in, andMount Sion the hil, from whofe top, I was dazled 12 TO THE READER. with glories brighter then / Sun-beames. Thiswas my Banquet: The Courfe-meate was ableto kill mee. For I was throwne (after all thisHappinefTe) into a fea Infernall, and forced tofwim through Torrents of vnquenchable fire. Allthe Iayles of Hell were fet open. And albeit theArraignements were horrid, yet the Executionswere ten-times more terrible. Ioyes
The non-dramatic works of Thomas DekkerIn five volumes . to the Barre, and whenthe Court arofe, I fed vpon manna, at a table withAngels. Ierufalem was the Pallace I liued in, andMount Sion the hil, from whofe top, I was dazled 12 TO THE READER. with glories brighter then / Sun-beames. Thiswas my Banquet: The Courfe-meate was ableto kill mee. For I was throwne (after all thisHappinefTe) into a fea Infernall, and forced tofwim through Torrents of vnquenchable fire. Allthe Iayles of Hell were fet open. And albeit theArraignements were horrid, yet the Executionswere ten-times more terrible. Ioyes tooke me bythe hand in the firft dance, but feares and forroweswhipt me forward in the fecond. I muft not nowtell, what I faw, neither can I now fee fo muchas I haue told. What Muficke led both thefemeafures, do but open my fong-Booke, and theLeffons are there fet downe. If the Notes pleafe thee, my paines are wellbeftowed. If to thine eare they found vntuneable,much are they not to be blamed, in regard theyare the Aires of a Sleeping Man. Farewell, j. DEKKER HIS DREAME. Which beeing truely Interpreted, is able to comfort the goo J, and ter- rifie the Bad. jgHEN downe, the Sun his goldenBeames had layd,And at his wefterne Inne his iourney ftayd,Thus Sleepe the eyes of manand beaft did feize,Whileft Hee gaue light to the Antipodes :I flepd with others, but my Sences ftreamdIn frightfull formes, for a Strange Dreame IDreamd. Signes before the laft Day. Peace fled to Heauen (me thought), Warre. And as me went,Her Roabe fell from her, which before Cnnsts comi
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