Bountious

So our great God, who (bountious) euer keeps / Heer open Court, and th’ever-bound-les Deeps / Of ſweeteſt Nectar on vs ſtill diſtills / By twenty-times ten thouſand ſundry quills, / Would not our Grandſier to his Boord inuite, / Yer he with Arras his fair houſe had dight, / And, vnder ſtarry State-Cloaths, plaç’t his plates / Fill’d with a thouſand ſugred delicates.

Hath got a man beſides your bountious dinner, / Well Knight, pray we come no more: / If we come often, thou maiſt ſhut thy doore.

Not far from Caſius, in whoſe bountious womb, / Great Pompeys duſt lies crowned with his tomb, / Weſtward, betwixt Arabia and Iudæa, / Is ſituate a Country, called Idumæa, / There dwelt a man (brought from his Lineage, / That for his belly, ſwopt his Heritage,) / His name was Iob, a man of upright Will, / Iuſt, fearing Heaven, eſchewing what was Ill, / On whom his God had heapt in higheſt meaſure, / The bountious Riches of his boundleſſe Treaſure, / Goods for his Children, Children to inherit;

Not only Rain from bountious Heaven deſcends, / But Oceans with an After-Flood befriends;