his desire free But by a narrow lane where he must see That never enough to be lamented losse Christ Iesus Tenterd on the bloudy Crosse God on the Racke for our spirituall food His limbs all o're a Charactor of blood All wounded and now bleeding crying out O thou that bearst ' the Christian stampe about Thy flesh and blood behold my bloud braine Was ever griefe like mine sicke soule refraine Reade in my wounded side thy backe returne Thy sordid sinnes repulse let thy soule mourne In showers of sorrow and to hells disgrace Reade sinnes dislike in my storme beaten fate Vnbosome Vice tast from thy soule sinnes evill And with my Scriptum est silence the divell Can carelesse Christians beare the thought of this Mercies Memento in their mindes amisse No sure no hellish heart so prone to sinne But the rich thought of such rare love must winne Mans soule to God and with right admiration Fixt sirme and often on our Saviours passion Force him to hate the sinne he lik't so well And with a loathing kick send it to hell Mercie 's rememb'rance like a Curious Lute Renders most excellent Masicke heavenly fruite Points out the weary soule the way to Grace And spurs us on to the Celestiall race Invites the penitent minde o're clogg'd with care To Heavenly extasie spirituall fare Mercifull God turne thou man's vaine desire To feare and trembling let a zealous fire Flame in the soules of men let each proud eye Humbl'd with teares admire thy Majestie Backward and forward looke calling to mind Those multitudes of Mercies mortallâ— find Day Nâ—ght Tyme Tyde miraculously given By thy All-sacred hand Great God of heav'n As the young Bird then that do's never cease Op'ning the Mouth untill the Damme release And cures the want it suffers so should wee With vnlockt lipps still pray that God would free Our soules from sinne O 't is a blessed taske God ne'r leaves giving 'till we leave to aske Dei misericordia plenitudo est virtutum FAITH Nail'd to the Crosse there Christ lost soules to winne Suffer'd the world's huge pond'rous weight of sinne Insulting Foes reproach mocks scoffings scorne His sinewes to bee Rackt his Body torne A kisse betray'd him and a perjur'd lie Was the reward for all his Puritie Heav'ns wrath Hells rage on Christ all torments fell To save our Soules from those blew flames in Hell Christ's whole life was a Martyrdome Crosse Active and Passive and his deare Blouds losse The Tragick part the bloudy Sceane which none But He himselfe must Act and act alone Christ's Patience Death And Devills force did quell He tooke the great Leviathan of hell With the Hook of his Crosse made him his slave Captiv'd the DEVILL and subdu'd the Grave FAith makes unseene things seene Faiths sacred eye Vn-visore Prides painted hypocrisie A resolute Faith forc'd Abram to consent To butcher his beloved to content His Mighty Maker Faith has ever beene The perfect Evidence of things unseene Jacob by Faith obtain'd his full desire Faith stopt the Lyons Mouthes Faith quenches fire Enoch by Faith from sence of vitall breath Translated was that he should ne'r see death Faith made Eliah to call downe from heaven Consuming flames to burne accursed men Israels great Captaine by his Faith did part Egypts Red-Sea went through with joyfull heart Iosua by Faith on Gibeon did command The golden Taper of the Sunne to stand Still while he fought the Battell of the Lord Faith comes by hearing the All-mighties word Women receiv'd their dead rais'd up to life Faith conquer'd Kingomes and subdues all strife Like a safe winde which to the Sea-man sings Comfort in midst of all sad cares Faith bringt And breathes into our soules Truths gentle gaile Salvations sweet reliefe to fill the saile Of Man's storme-beaten vessell keepes it ev'n So sends it home in peace to th' land of heav'n Faith cloathes the Soule in a divine attire To passe untoucht through Famine sword and fire His body feeles no paine by fire or sword Whose Faith is in the bosome of the Lord. Faith is Saint Peeters walking on the water Hope lent him helpe and Love was his supporter Fides Signum Christianorum HOPE Hope followes Faith when Man is most opprest Ready for hell Hope to the Soule gives rest Hope in the Lord be strong the Psalmist saith Hope strengthens comforts and confirms thy faith Hope is Faiths daughter Heav'ns holy Handmaid still To over-rule unruly desp'rate will From doing damned violence which may beget the soules Eternall cast-away In midst of hellish crosses stormes strife Hope must our Pilot be to a good life Our Anchor Cable give it then free scope The sweet's of Grace are relished by hope O my dull spirit rowze thee fit not still pond'ring on thy poore Meanes though it be ill be thankfull thanke thy God and bee not hurl'd To damn'd despaire by th' malice of the world Good luck may goe away but good hope yet Will never leave us if we leave not it ARe we so blind so sotted by the Devill To receive good at Gods hands and not evill With equall thankes have we for sinne deserv'd Least good no rather worthy to be sterv'd Want threats revenge men's states must needs decline When men against the will of heav'n repine Hope cleares Night-stormes calmes the tempestuous day ' Afflicted or not afflicted let us pray Despaire not nor repine let Vertues scope In midst of sorrowes pearch thy soule on Hope Dare Man despaire to live the life of Caine And die the death of Iudas merit paine The Damned feele in hell good heav'n defend Disquietted soules from such a dreadfull end We all are sav'd by Hope if in true sence We hope for Heav'ns Eternall Excellence Hope 's like the Fisher-man's Corke despaire the lead Whose pond'rous weight no sooner being spread But it beginnes to sinke so man in sinne Did not hope lift him up still by the Chinne Yet neither Faith nor Hope can enesubfist Wanting sweete Charity she is the list That comprehends and is the life of grace Love pittles still the poore seekes the Lords Face Spes mea Christo CHARITIE Charitie and Pride both feede the poore in the Den. Charitie to praise God Pride to get praise of men True Charitie in midst of dangers winnes Safety shee covers multitudes of sins Love is the Chaine of Grace love without spot which ties all Vertues in Loves true-love knot Three thousand Soules the heav'nly weeper gain'd constant till death by Charity obtain'd Not words but good works must man's Faith approve Charitie ever is the life of love Patience House-keeper rich bountiful No Grimfac'd grumbling giver slothfull Deale liberally thine Almes chearfull Aimes-giving increase Mens states decreases no man's living TRue Love ne'r Envies this nor that Man's good The low descent nor High-borne Noble blood Ne're makes hot boast of giving never braggs Nor seeks revenge by Hell-affected Raggs Surpassing this or that proud neighbours state Causes of
a Maze of sinne That 't is as farre unlikely for me worme Ere to winde out as for to raise a storme Or slacke a Tempest works of wonder stand Farre from thereach of mortalls weake command None but the hand of God his speciall grace Can pull me forth the dungeon of disgrace And shall I then in impious waies uneven Offend so good a God defend me Heav'n Ride thou my soule upon some winged cloud To'th'Haven of heaven fly to the sacred shroud Of sempeternall safety fly the sight Of blasing beautie flaring Earths delight Malicious mindes mischievous mans invention Faire lookes false hearts stampt in a soule intention Take flight my Soule fly from the dismall Den Of this darke Age the impiousnesse of men Fly from the pond'rous plummets of blacke Vice Which pulls to Hell helpe Prince of Paradise I saint I die sinne loades my soule with horrour The World the flesh and Divell all with terrour Hangs on my fetter'd limbes Prisoner to care I live sterv'd tortur'd tempted to despaire What shall I doe where whither shall I fly Here there I know not where lie downe and dye Vp soule to Heav'n there get a glorious Crowne I am too weake too vile sinne pulls me downe O my unworthynesse my shame my sinne When shall I shake thee off when when begin No wil 't not bee can I not doe the good I would must I be rul'd by flesh and blood Weepe weepe poore soule dissolve hard heart of flint Melt melt thou stony Rock teares never stint Drop Marble mount drop to a Crimson flood Sinke my sinnes in seas of penitent blood While others carelesse of celestiall health Greedie like Hell hunger for worldly wealth Preferment pride and vainely put their trust In the forbidden Pathes of tempting lust In glassie glory subtile Court behaviour In valour conquest and monarchall favour Whiles soules thus erre O thou the Lord of light Make me Heavens Champion vertues favorite Come folded Armes and you sad eyes sad heart Come soule opprest with sorrow play thy part Haste to some gloomy Grave there all alone On the greene mantled earth sigh sobbe and groane Spend precious time with sacted thoughts that beâ—â—es Heav'n in their eyes true verieâ— in their â—eares Complaine I will to Fortune not that whoâ—â— Which makes 〈◊〉 Art and pale fac'd Wisedome pooâ—â— I l'e not complaine to her but to that Ens Almighty Fortune in divinest sense Groveling on Earth for sinne I 'le cast forth groanes Sighes shall convert to Teares teares into moanes Then will I start from ground my body raise Shoote ine eyes upward against heav'n I 'le gaze Thinke on my God my God whose sacred will I have abus'd my God most just to kill Damme soule and body my rememb rance blot Out of the booke of life I that forgot In midst of all vaine joyes in temp'rate health Soule-snaring Chamb'rings lascivious stealth All-seeing Heav'n a God so greate so good The death of Iesus Christ my saviours blood Slave that I am where shall I turne mine eye Vnworthie to looke up Heav'n heare my cry Heare me Eternall Essente which hath made My soule to pray send me thy sacred aide On the bright Sun-beames of thy sweet salvation 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 draw up the dew of my devotion Mount soule upon the wings of Charity Helpe Heav'n up heart fly to Eternity Rowze like a towring Falkon in despight Of Hell and furies fly to the Makers sight Come come Lord Iesus O come thou and give Helpe to my helplessesoule I that doe live Like the distressed bird trapt in a snare Caught by a lime-twigg flying through the Aire In which distresse for comforts sweet releife Poore Innocent with wings adds woe to griefe So fares my soule striving sinnes snare to fly Trapt by deceit lives snar'd in misery My trembling conscience tells me I have beene A very fearefull finner slave to finne Of all Men most unworthy of Salvation My sinnes deserve Heavn'ns wrath hell and damnation Yet mercie mercy Lord mercy I crave Shield my sad soule from the infernall grave Strangle my growing sinnes in their beginning Demollish Lord in me custome in sinning Draw from mine eyes the vaine worlds vaine intice And ravish me with love of Paradice Busie my thoughts with vertue make me trie To live by honest meanes or let me die Pardon all idle prate sinnes rotten talke Let not my steps treade that accursed walke Which leads to lewdnesse base delights in pleasure Desire of Pompe vaine glory tottering treasure Let not my wandring eyes flame in the fire Of lust-stung lookes nor let the loose desire Of Beauties Bravery burne out mine eyes With senselesse gazing Lord make me to despise All wanton waies finnes of ill govern'd youth All wicked customes ' gainst thy sacred Truth Make me my God in hate to impure lives Kicke at that life which life of heav'n deprives Deale not Lord deale not with me as my merit Truely deserves drive out that uggly spirit Of all uncleannesse from my filthy flesh My drooping soule with sanctitie refresh Shrow'd me beneath thy sacred Countenance Give me thy servant Davids repentance The Faith of Abraham holy Jacobs strife Blest Stephens Charity chaste Iosephs life The Patience of Iob Pauls purity And soule-afflicted Peters weeping Eye With holy Teares Lord make me to reject The Sinne I impious sinner most affect O thou the King of those Eternall fires That spangles Heav'n good God grant my desires Infuse in me thy Grace or I shall stray And so become a fearefull Cast-away I that am poore weake feeble and too apt By the worlds whorish wales to be intrapt Beseech thy pardon forgive my coldnesse In serving thee pardon that damned boldnesse Let Mercy every Evening which does keepe Me from day-dangers death-resembling sleepe Be to my soule a Prayer booke to imprint Teares in mine Eyes griefe in my heart of flint Be it so Mighty Maker unto mee To me and every one make us to see And shunne sinnes custome with thy sacred wings Guard us from dangers blessed King of Kings Thou art my onely comfort in distresse Foode rayment all my cure in heavinesse My true Physitian in unruly madnesse Soule-ravishing Musicke in my deepest sadnesse When all the world forsakes me God is kind He comfort gives to my disconsolate mind O thou the Lord of Thunder Heav'n and Earth Mercifull maker thou that didst give me breath Thou that can'st muster Angells in the Skie To safeguard soules from blacke impiety Thou that dost feede and cloath and still persever To give me health be mercifull for ever Lord teach me for to prize the world at naught Vpon thy blessednesse be all my thought Take from mine eyes the vaine worlds vaine entice And rayishme with love of Paradise Blesse me each Morne and blesse me ev'ry Ev'n Blesse Wife and Children bring us all to Heav'n In thy good time and during lifes short space Grant us Lord Iesus thy abundant grace Graft thy Grace inardly in our hearts that
Heavn'n that paies In the descent mans penitent desires With plenitude of grace to quench sinnes fires God made the eare to heare the happinesse We have from him the tongue still to expresse The glory of his name the eye to see The workes of his divine Integrity Eye head hand heart God the whole man did frame All to rejoyce in his All-Sacred name Happie the soule that prayes with sincere sorrow Repent to day deferre not till to morrow And when you pray thinke unto whom you pray T' is to the Worlds great builder Lord of day ' Mercies bright Majestie th' Almighty strong Iust grand decider of each poore mans wrong That tumbles downe the mighty only can Make the most Potent Prince the poorest man The peace of Kingdomes in a breath disjoynt Spit all Earth's Children on warrs Rapiers point Turne fruitfull fields to yron burne the grasse And for our sinnes convert the Heav'ns to brasse Swell surging seas the dreadfull deepes with waves Stormes famine fire and sword to dig our graves How dare proud mortalls then ne'r take to minde Heav's sacred eye-fight shall darke deedes so blinde Mans Machivilian mischiefe as to thinke Rais'd on Ambitions top he cannot sinke He must he must bad states-menne'r so big Fall of themselves in time breake like a twig As one naile drives another out of place So time cleares truth drives flat'rie to disgrace Flatt'rers are fearefull Fiends bright honours sting Serpents the worst of Traitors to a King Court-Eare-wiggs nimbly wrigling in the Eares Of greatnesse mighty profits madnesse feares So painted o're shaddow'd for sound advice A good King cannot knowes vertue from vice Till Heav'n that brings the darkest deedes to light Produce in time the truth twixt wrong and right Man whosoe're thou art take this advice 'T is Angels counsell Prayers Paradise Walke after Gods way in the day of light Or end thy journey in the darkest night Ther 's but one univerfall remedy For all our ills each soules extremity And that is fervent prayer all must resort To Prayer or perish there is no safe port In this worlds Mare Mortuum for man To put into but prayes prayer only can Powr'd out in fervency of soule prevent Plagues famine bloud and death warr's dire event Bred by seditious subjects whose desires Are still the fuell unto popular fires Prayer shall confound dead all the divellish deedes Of forraigne foes all home-corrupted seedes Dissembling Hypocrites by hells aide appointed To stiffe truth and grieve the Lords annointed Prayer like to hastie powder sir'd shall choake Flame viperous Rebels to a sudden smoake Pray then through fervent prayer imitate Moses and Iacob wrestle with blessed fate Subdue thy sinnes ' gainst sinfull flesh and bloud Importune heaven and heaven will doe thee good Gods promise is if fervently we pray And use our best indeavours ev'ry day To fly from sinne resolving to betake us To holy meanes he never will forsake us Never did any doe their faire endeavour To pray to God that ever lost his labour Nay more if God but see thy inclination To pray he will prevent thy supplication Answer thy full desire e're thou canst crave Grant that thy heart did never hope to have Witnesse good heaven 't is true ther 's no deniall For I have found th'experimentall triall And were for ever like a soule in hell Worthy to burne should I forget to tell In midst of dangers how I call'd on thee Mercifull God and thou did'st set me free At home abroad at Sea upon the land Here there and ev'ry where thou Lord did'st stand My sure protector ' gainst griefes infinite Times flatt'ring ruine and the worlds despite Sicknesse sad discontent when I and care Shooke hands with sorrowes Minion deepe despaire That very hower in heavinesse lockt up Beyond all hope of health then mercies Cup I freely tasted blessed be thy name To me my Gracious God prove still the same Circle me round thou All-Bternall health Gainst all enticements Honour Beauty Wealth Those fatall slies of sinne which though best men Do ne're so much flap off slie on agen Arme aâ—me good heaven Times Microcosme in me Through Faith Hope Love enable me to be Truths Champion Troopes of Furies to withstand And stave Hells Tempter off dead sinnes command Times expert faithfull souldier is a Iewell Fit for a King to fight a Kingdomes Duell Valour and honesty are Princely twinnes Ther 's nothing makes a Coward but his sinnes Lord let a watchfull Centinell within My weake mortality so keepe out sinne That when so e're we meet Morne Noone or Night I with my good sword Faith may in thy sight Heavens Saint-like Souldier prove subdue and winne At truths close constant fight conquest o're sinne Heare me my God mount thoughts with admiration Vpon the highest step of contemplation Irradiate Lord my mind past sinnes controle Conari Sancta Angelize my so ule Give what thou dost command great God and then Command even what thou wilt Amen Amen EArnest prayer and the committing of sinne Will never lodge together in one Inne For sure if prayer cannot make thee cease From sinne sinnes sure to rob thy soule of peace And make thee leave off praying God's all Eye Let our petitions then with fervency Flie unto him whose Majesty is such It comprehends all power do but touch Trie and then trust petition but his name In ardency of soule you le find a flame All-heav'nly holy thrill through thy vitall blood To quell corruption turne all ill to good O that the Soules of Mortall 's to the life Would Act this part subdue sinnes stormy strife Through fervent prayer and in that swift course runne Firme as the golden taper of the sunne Which hourely sailes the Circuit of the Skie That were excelling heav'nly harmonie 'T would make this Globe on Earth whereon we tread Times glorious Theater the rich stage spread And hung all-round with silver shining starres Prickt fall of holy thoughts in them no jarres Of times discording musicke dare appeare The Musick-roome of concord being there There Truths faire Actor where so e're he turnes His penitent Eye with holy raptures burnes Sees the All-sole Spectator Three in one Seated in gloryes Gallery where none But his Omniscient blest beatitude Sits the sole Iudge of soules Ingratitude Actors and Action mans good part and his ill Th' unworthy Actors dull imperfect skill Bred by distemper grosse neglect in studdy Carelesse Rehearsalls and a skull so muddy As never minds th'infinite paines and Art Penn'd to advance and fit him with a part That might immortalize inflame desire Ravish his sinne-sicke sence his soule inspire With sacred extasie high apprehension Seraphicall love divine affection Heav'ns gracious Actor makes this pretious use Of his faire Part ne'r turnes it to abuse Nor wrongs the writer but amaz'd with wonder As one shot through and through with holy thunder At pious lines whose powerfull Energie In Noble spirits frustrates miserie Tames Pride cooles lust makes
sinnes infirme a heart in bitternesse Learne thou this Lesson thou whose clouded eyes Hides thee from sight of thy infirmities Thy Pride oppression lust-provoking diet Nastie defilements drunken belching riot Which so besweats sots and bespots the soule As renders it most loathsome uggly foule To the Eyes of the All-pure-God He spies All our base thoughts each darke deed all those lies The Divell blinds us with to our abuse Vnder the feign'd pretence of an excuse Sinnes Jmpudence SInne that was wont in privacy to lurke Not daring to be seene darke deeds to worke Walk't still in feare the mind was ne'r at rest Like a poore Man in danger of Arrest But now in Triumph like a Drab of State Branded with impudence dare walke and prate Doe deedes of open shame yet never blush Shrinke feare nor feele Revenge more then a rush Shield us from sinne great God sinne that at first Poyson'd the perfect Man made all accurst That glorious Image made him see his shame Poore naked neede and losse of his good name What ever sorrowes on weake man befall Publique or private sinne is the cause of all Sinne dulls the Soule when Heav'n is out of sight Man 's out of Heart all vertues loose their light Like a besieged Cittie sinne surrounds The medowes of the soule ruines her grounds Windes like a subtile River bout the bancks So Eates into her sides as drown's the Ranks Of Muddy-minded Mortalls weake defence Walls built on Wood-Piles to ten confidence O the rare Mercy of Almighty God How it do's daily woe us from the Rod Of his just vengeance yet nor love nor feare Not any thing that 's good in us appeare The Prodigall Gull uncapable to know The worth of wealth farre sooner will bestow Ten pound upon a Hawke a Hound a Whore Rather then give ten pence to cloath the poore The Worldly Churle whose money is his slave Goes to the Church heares Sermons seemes to have Divine discourse Religion in his talke Devotion Pitty yet in life do's walke A full dissembler Machivell and he Remorselesse monsters dead in Charitle Deafe to the poore man's-crie his want of food Vrge Scripture to him that will doe no good The spirits of mischeife in their soules reply They 'l not be forc'd to succour boggery Let Ioseph lie in Chaines and Daniel too Shall they for thread-bare Charity undoe Their full cramm'd baggs abate the curious Pride Of Wife and Children dimme glorious outâ—lide High hopes the Worlds applause sinne-sick wishes Banquets by Torch-lights and bloud stirring dishes All to relieve despised poverty Wrong their delights to pitty penury No no they 'l not be taught where when and how To give their Almes the Saint to whom they bow Learnes no such lesson he so slaves the braine With the blacke Text that for their hell-beed gaine Worse then the Scythian Thiefe or barbarous Turke They 'l cheate friend Father never doe good worke Vnlesse to trumpet forth their Almes much good When ther 's no Vertue in their venome bloud Yet to the World appeare the scourge of evill A very Saint in show in heart a Devill A foule dissembling Fiend incarnate That seemes precise thinking the gift of prate The pratling pious seeming shew forsooth Of a pure life should darken sacred Truth Good God divert their eyes from Hell below To looke on Heav'n force their blind eyes to know Sinne for a while may with a Brasen face Out-brave poore Vertue flourish for a space Feed hot and high swimme in the worlds delight As if Vice only were beav'ns Favorite Befat in folly curious scoffes that dare Mocke at the wrinckled lookes of honest care Scorne leane Ribb'd Art all griefes which interlace The Lines of sorrow writ in Vertues face Sinne may doe this rais'd on the loftie stile Of Prides preferment for a little while But if time lend thee yeares for to observe You soone shall see proud sinne ready to sterve Blushing for shame and halting on a crutch Spotted all o're with Biles loathsome to touch Sweett sinnes soone fade vanish like lightnings flash Honors a Bubble Riches deceitfull trash Circl'd with mischiefes glitt'ring wantonnesse Dull self-esecured Ease brittle greatnesse Which like the serpent Dipsas quentchlesse thirst Lives never satisfied untill it burst Much wealth small witt and farre lesse honesty Preferres the golden Asse to dignity Be wise as Cato just as Mâ—nlius Valiant as Scipio Chast as Curius Wisedome in ragges is spurn'd at like a rush Folly gaines Credit crept but into Plush Be what thou wilt wealth formes formality Though spung'd with never a one good quality Worldlings applaud the Rich the poore despise Speake never so well so excellently wise Best knowledge must be dumbe Wisedomes best Note Yeelds but harsh Musicke in a Thread-bare Coate Witnesse Times poore Philosophers report Who being in the Presence at the Court Was for his simple weeds of slight regard Rudely thrust out by the grim-looking Guard But shifting cloathes admitted to the Eye Of State the King before whose Majestie He not the least of Reverence would beare Save Cap and Knee toth ' cloathes himselfe did weare Saying I honour him that honours mee These my gay Clouts which brought me King to thee This to the sinfull World may Embleme out Mortalls vaine worshipping the Golden Clout Of him or her whose soules uncertaine stand Fixt i' th imperative moode of proud command Ioyes in no other Heaven but admiration Till sencelesse they forget their first Creation Honours vaine bubble Riches deceitfull store Which ne'r drops penny to the pining poore Nor ever harbours thought of Charity To Wretches wiâ—â—â—t sterv'd with poverty While on the adverse part Vertue denide Vice still is huâ—g'd the world 's in love with pride O stonie hearted sinne on thee to thinke Feare turnes my Paper black makes pale my Inke Amazeth sence compells my palsey Pen Trembling to write the Impiousnesse of Men Whose hate to pitty must to terrour turne Where teares for sinne are wanting sinne shall burne Tell me ye Toad-swolne flinty Pharaohs tell Can temporall joyes equall tho paines of Hell Treasures and pleasures those quicke fading streames To the poore sleeping soule are all but dreames The bodies beauty momentary joy Which waking findes Earths glory but a toy This for a Maximetake shunne times lewd life Cease from extreames in sinne soule-murth'ring strife Abhorre to Studdy state with greater zeale Then zeale to Heav'n or the soules Common-weale Abhorre with solemne Oathes perjur'd to â—â—are And racke the name of Christ dreadlesse of feare Wounding a fresh with trembling feare I write Wonder of Angels that great God of light His wounds with Oathes of wounds flesh bloud and heart Horrour of darkenesse O blaspheming heart Too too much us'd 'mong godlesse soules which still Infinite good pay with infinite ill The Penitent Sinner LEt others boast their goodnesse for my part Wretch that I am I have a sinfull heart So ti'de and bound fetter'd and chain'd within So strong a prison such
I am the Lord that heales I Ropeca Thou God the true Phisitian art that can Be mine Lord be so pitty me weake man God my Physitian and his Grace the Physicke I must not will not cannot be sin-sicke Nomo loeditur nisi a seipso THE DIVINE ECCHO BETWEENE THE GOOD ANGELL Man in despaire And the DEVILL Man DEath to my Soule how long must I in vaine Heav'ns comfort crave yet endlessely remaine Fetter'd in sinne breake Heart give death free scope And must I then despaire is there no hope Angell Hope Man What Soule affected spirit to mine Eare Eccho's some sweet releife can hope come neare Sinnes shackl'd Slave from whom all Verues gon What 's to be Hop'd for when all hopes are done Angell Pardon Man How Pardon can Pardon raise a wretch Times reprobate like me I that can fetch Nor sigh nor teare sinnes furie to abate Can Heav'n free such a Soule so desolate Devill Too late Man Too late indeede my Sinnes sicke stonie heart Traytor to Truth Acts the Tragedian's Part Of ill so well I know not what to doe Frights terrours broken sleepes all speake my woe Yet Holy Writ tells me 't is better ever Late to repent then to repent me never Devill Never Man O my horrour never thou deadly accent Art thou from Heav'n or Hells curs'd dungeon sent Must my despairing thoughts for ever bend To Hellish Actions shall I ne'r amend Angell Amend Man Amend I cannot guifts of Grace I lacke Like him that weares Heav'ns Livery on 's backe Hells favour in his bosom wretched I Will Fate afford no present remedie Devill Die Man My soule must then miscarrie and be damb'c Devill Be damb'd Man Is that the onely solace all the pitty Sterne Fate affords poore Man in misery Devill I. Man Was my Creation in the Wombe of woe Ordain'd for Hell no otherwise then so Devill So. Man Die then I must and will appoint me where Devill Here. Man So quicke O true Physition for to die I hold it best and to linke suddenly Here in this Desart then where no eye sees Expresse the meanes to die among these Trees Devill These Trees Man If mong these Trees appoint to me an Altar Devill An Halter Man To be hang'd is base better to drowne my selfe Devill Do drowne thy selfe Man No no I will not die so like a Rat A Cicken or a Mouse a Dog a Cat But like the desp'rate Statesman I will be Made nothing by a Dramme poyson to me Is pretious balme I will die by poyson Devill I poyson Man 'T is the true death best Cure ' gainst discontent The Noble-Mans consumption my intent Huggs the conceit And yet my soule to slay By touch or tast is no true Roman way Canst thou not change thy word Devill Thy sword Man Shall my Sword then set free from all the strife Of Worldly woes this mockery of life Can my sword soone quit me from out this straight Devill Straight Man I tifle time come forth thou maine sole good Thou cure to all my cares sweete sword in blood I 'le drowne thy friendly Blade t is the best Part Thou ere canst Act to cleave thy Masters heart Fly soule to Ayre Flame Dust I know not where Earth serve thou me for Coffin and for Beere Angell Forbeare Man Who bids forbeare what Potent power commands My soule to live my sword and trembling hand To stop their bloudy course is it in Fate To alter Mans intent before too late Turning swift mischiefe to that sudden stay Whom death but ev'n now would make her Prey Angell Pray Man Pray unto whom my soule is in a mist See see me thinkes the Everlasting Fist Of Heav'n is stretcht waving the Crowne of grace Over my Cursed head Soule sinfull Face Ayme accurst I doe deserve the Rod Of Vengeance rather then to pray to God For the least drop of Mercy No I must Not dare to pray to him for he is just Angell Just Man And by his Iustice my impietie Merits Eternall endlesse miserie Sinnes just reward O teach me yet the way Thou Divine Eccho to what place to pray From whence implored mercy may be giv'n To cleare my sinnes great score and make all ev'n Angell Heav'n Man What words will best he fit and not betray me Angell Aye-mee Man Despaire deteines me backe commands me say I have no Will no Minde no heart to pray What shall I doe my soule is in a Feaver And in that word despaire I shall end ever Angell Endeavour Man O sacred sweetnesse true Caelestiall witt Thou summe of sweetnes stampt in sacred writ Endeavour yes sinnes strife is the best play My soule can Act God give heav'n I obey Angell Obey Cum humi limus cur non humilimus Deaths Masqueing Night AS mighty Kings in glorious Masques delight Death Times Grand-Masquer had his masqueing Night In evr'y Pallace ev'ry Nooke Death ranges Death takes his root from sinne Hee 's full of changes With solemne Pace unseene Death dos advance His Sable shaft to lead the World a dance Through Courts though Armyes the worlds wide Hall Controul'd of none Death is the end of all Wher 's then the Mighty Monarch wher 's the glory Of all his Court State Masques joyes tradsitory Beauties bright Earth-Bred-Star whose sparkling eye Shoots quivers of Love-shafts at Rich Majestie Death shall deface and in the bed of night Yeild farre more cause of terrour then delight Wher 's then the wanton glance that seem'd to skip From this Great Lord to that Great Ladyes Lap The nymble Sprightly Cap'ring Courtier then Forgotten lies there is no dancing when Devouring Death stabs with his sable shaft Vaine is the power of Art all mundane craft The deepe Physitians skill flatt'ring discourse Of health Death soone turnes to a dismall course Wher 's then the mighty Madams flâ—reing Pride Oyles Powders Paintings all are laid aside Gold glittring Glory Cloath of Silver silke Forgetfull Feasts their sinfull Baths of Milke When many a poore soule sterves wanting the food Of their supurfluous out-side pamper'd blood Gurles Purles Purfumes Court complements visites Hot-stirring Dishes soule bewitching Minuts All Pompe on Earth ambitious mad desires Revells and Lust-burnt Midnights unchast fires All are husht then Beggers and Kings all must Take a poore lodging in a bed of dust Death is a dreadfull Antimasque 't will fright The worlds Grand Masquer in his full delight Figures and Footings practiz'd to intrance Spectators Eyes Deaths interposing Dance Dissolves to darkenesse in a moments space Ruines proud Pompe makes pale th'aluing Face Sparkling in Beanty deads the hot desire Of Naked Brests Death tames Lusts raging fire Wounds without dread or dalliance Death will strike Sou'raignes and subjects all are to him alike To Rich and Poore those that doe ill or well Death is the Path either to Heav'n or Hell Deaths dread appearance evermore makes glad The good but proves a terrour to the bad Disjoynts the ablest limbs Death trembles Pride Extincts State-Glories will not be denide Death is an Archer Man the Marke to shoot at Fly where thou wilt East West this way or that Death followes like a shaddow shoot he will Drawes sure and home Death never failes to kill And yet none truely mindes it though we know Time shall decay we cannot feede nor goe Nor promise life a Minute men passe to bed But ignorant are to rise alive or dead Death by a thousand accidents do's meet Health Wealth and Beauty stabs 'em in the street He that least dreames of death some falling Tyle Timber or Stone doth suddenly beguile Him of his life yea oft when Man refraines And seekes to shunne it dashes out his braines This learnes us Mortalls during vitall breath With humble soule to meditate on Death The thought of Death aright prevents the evill Of Hells Night Theife the worlds Noone-day Devill Death's deepe remembr'ance rightly understood Strikes dead delights lures the lewd mind to good Wafts the sinne weary soule to thinke upon Her ill past life present affliction O sinne-sicke-sinfull Man feare to doe ill Tremble proud Heart crosse not thy Makers will Thinke on thy end thinke on the Day of Doome The paines of Hell Deaths-Masqueing Night wil come Not in the Pompe of Princely merriment But the dread fall of soules impenitent Ingratefull Soules to God soules that dare sit I' th scorners seate trusting to wicked wit More then their Makers wisedome their conceit Aimes not at Heav'n but to be worldly great Pride is their zeale theie Prayers forgetfulnesse Charity Contempt their Vivtue wantonnesse Plump high fed Pamper'd Flesh on whom must waite Page Pander Parasite preparation state Gold glitt'ring glory cost curious diet Insatiate pleasure and vaineglorious Riot These are the sinnes that merit endlesse shame Hells ever burning never dying flame Which to prevent Great God let hate to vice Dissolve sinnes Cloud Becho to Paradice Our Saviours sweetnesse let us never more Lie downe to our dishonour like a whore Dead to good Counsell never let darke deedes Defile the soule let 's roote up all the seeds Of Pride Lust Envie Hatred and in place Plant Wisedome meeke Humility and Grace Abhorre to study State with greater zeale Then zeale to Heav'n or the soules-common-weale True Penitence gaines Heav'n throwes sinners downe To raise them up to an Immortall Crowne Cogita de fine infinito ut vives in infinitum FINIS