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| Vpon the Translation of the Psalmes by Sr. |
| Philip Sydney, and the Countesse |
| of Pembroke his Sister |
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| Eternall God, (For whome who ever dare [51] |
| Seeke new exprssions, doe the circle square, |
| And thrust into strayt Corners of poore witt |
| Thee who art cornerlesse and infinite) |
| I would but blesse thy name, not name thee now. |
| (And thy gifts are as infinite as thou). |
| fixe wee our prayses therefore on this one |
| That, as thy blessed spirit fell vpon |
| These Psalmes first Author in a clouen tongue |
| (For t'was a double power by wch. hee sung |
| The highest matter in the noblest forme): |
| So thou hast cleft that spirit, to performe |
| That worke agayne, and shedd it, heere, vpon |
| Two, by theyr blouds and by thy spirit one, |
| A Brother and a Sister, made by thee |
| The Organ, where thou art the Harmony. |
| Two that make one Iohn Baptists holy voyce |
| And who that Psalme [Now let the Isles reioyce] |
| Haue both translated, and applyd it too, |
| Both told vs what, and taught vs how to doe. |
| They shewe vs Islanders our Ioy, our king, |
| They tell vs |why| and teache vs |how| to sing. |
| Make all this all three quyres, Heauen, Earth, and Sphears |
| The first, Heauen, hath a Song but no man heares, |
| The Spheares haue Musick, but they haue no Tongue, |
| Theyr Harmony is rather daunc'd then sung. |
| But our third Quire, to wch. the first giues eare |
| (for Angels learne by what the Church does heare) |
| This Quire hath all. The Organist is hee |
| Who hath tun'd God and Man, the Organ wee, |
| The Songs are these wch. heauens high holy muse |
| Whisperd to Dauid, Dauid to the Iewes.
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[CW: And___] |