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A91224	Mount-Orgueil: or Divine and profitable meditations raised from the contemplation of these three leaves of natures volume, 1. Rockes, 2. Seas, 3. Gardens, digested into three distinct poems. To which is prefixed, a poeticall description, of Mount-Orgueil Castle in the Isle of Jersy. By VVilliam Prynne, late exile, and close prisoner in the sayd Castle. A poem of The soules complaint against the body; and Comfortable cordialls against the discomforts of imprisonment, &c. are hereto annexed.	Prynne, William, 1600-1669.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Rockes improved.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Christian sea-card.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Christian paradise.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Comfortable cordials.	1641 (1641)	Wing P4013C; ESTC R231891	119,024	224

Out of Rockes sides which sweete refreshment bring To Man and Beast whose Thirst they quench and stay Their bodies bathe and wash their filth away Thus from our Rocke Christ and his pierced side Such pearelesse Streames of Blood and Water glide To save bathe clense refresh all broken Hearts And quench hell flames with Sathans fiery Darts As farre surpasse the purest Streames that flow From all the Rockes or Fountaines here below And now me thinks the Rock in wildernesse Whence streames of waters gushed to redresse And quench the Peoples Thirst when Moses Rod It smote and pierced by command from God Yea every Rock whence Cristall waters spring A lively Picture was and is to bring Our Rocke Christ to our Mindes and to present Him to our eyes and Hearts with great content From whose pierc'd Hands and side with Nayles and Speare Whole Streames of precious Blood and waters cleare Did sweetely flow Gods wrath to quench allay His peoples Thirst and wash their sinnes away We neede not then a Crucifixe to bring Christ to our Mindes sith every Rocke and Spring That flowes from thence doth in more lively wise Present Christ and his Passion to our Eyes Let Papists then behold their painted stickes Each Rocke to me shall be a Crucifixe As God hath made it and shall teach me more Than all the Pictures of the Roman Whore Which are meere Idoll heathenish vanities And teach nought else but Errors Sinnes and Lies 7. Rockes yeeld a pleasant shade against the Heate The scorching Sun and Storms that on Men beate Which sweete Refreshment to the weary brings And cooles them more than any limpid Springs Christ our Rocke is a sweete refreshing shade Against all Heates that scorch all sinnes that lade His Saints whose weary Sinne-burnt Soules can gaine No rest but in his shade which ends their paine Yea fills them with such Peace Ioy Chearefulnesse That they an Heaven here on Earth possesse O let us still abide in this blest shade Where-with our soules are eas'd and happy made 8. The Holes and Clifts in Rockes to which Men flye In times of Danger for Security Paint out the Holes Clifts wounds in Christs pierc'd side Feete Hands wherein our Soules may safely hide Themselves against all stormes that Devils Hell World flesh or Sinne can raise up them to quell O let us to these blessed Holes Clifts flye For Shelter and in them both live and dye Yea let each Hole and Clift which we espie In Rocks present Christs wounds Holes to our Eye And so imprint them in our Hearts and Minde That they may still sweete Solace in them finde 9. Rockes seldome weare or waste but last and know No changes while Things Seas still ebbe and flow About them So our Rocke Christ lasts for aye Without all Change both yesterday to day And still the same for all eternitie When all things else decay waxe old and dye Friends Parents Kindred Goods Lands Cities States Kings Kingdomes yea the world have all their Fates Falls Changes Periods and doe passe away Whiles Christ our Rocke stands firme at the same stay No change age death can on him seaze or lite He still continues in the selfe-same plight O let us then make Him our onely stay Friend Treasure Portion who thus lasts for aye Then when all Friends Helpes Stayes Hopes else faile He Alone more than all these to us will be Oh prize Him most who doth all else excell And still remaines when they bid us farewell 10. Rockes are to Men the strongest safest Fence Fort Refuge in all Dangers and from hence Most Castles Townes Forts on them setled ar Which guard whole Kingdomes both in Peace and war To these men in all places use to flye For ayde and shelter in extremitie And is not Christ our Rocke the strongest Mound The safest refuge of his Saints who found Their Forts strength fafty upon Him and flye To him alone in all their Miserie Where they in safty live and dare defie Both Men and Devils with securitie O let us then on Him alone repose Our Soules who will protect them from all foes 11. Doves Eagles Conies Fish in Rockes doe breed Build dwell and hide themselves Christs chosen seede In Him alone breed build dwell live and hide From all such Perills as shall them betide Let this their wisedome teach all others grace In this Rock Christ their Strength Nests Homes to place 12. Rockes have no outward forme nor comelinesse To make them lovely Scripture is expresse That Christ our Rocke had none whence most despise Him whiles they view Him but with carnall Eyes And yet as Rockes though ragged vile and bare In outward forme containe within them rare And precious Jewels Stones Mines of all Kinds So though our Rocke Christ unto carnall Minds In outward shew seemes base yet in Him lye The richest Treasures Mines Gems hid from eye O judge not then by out side since corse skinne And rags oft times have Treasures Pearles within Whiles guilded Outsides like a painted Grave Nought else but Dust Drosse Dung within them have 13. Rockes fence the Land against the raging Seas Which else would swallow it with speed and ease So Christ defends his Church and feeble Sheepe Gainst Devills Tyrants Wolves who else would sweepe Them cleane away and speedily devoure If not protected by his Mighty Power O give Him then the praise of this sweete Grace Who thus preserves us safe in every place 14. Rockes oft times Harbours make for Ships to ride In safty both from Pirats Stormes winds Tide So Christ our Rocke an Harbour is to all Who flye to Him and for helpe on him call In all their Troubles where they may repose Themselves in safty maugre Stormes or Foes 15. Rockes through the world neare hand dispersed lie For Men to flye too in extremitie Christ in all places is still neare at hand A Rocke to shield and guard his chosen Band In all their Dangers and perplexities Thrice happy he who in him fenced lies 16. God well accepted in most gratefull wise And by some wonder grac'd the Sacrifice Which holy Men upon bare Rockes did lay And offer to him not on Altars gay Thus God those Praises Almes Teares Prayers Cryes A Christians best and onely Sacrifice Doth most regard and them alone approve Which laid on Christ our Rocke doe from Him move And mount to Heaven sweetned with the fume Of his rich Odors which their stincke consume 17. Altars of old were built on Rockes to shew That we no Altar else but Christ should know And that all Altars Offerings must proceede From Him or else they le stand us in no steede Those Altars then are built but on the Sand And sure to fall which on Christ doe not stand As

a God of might can tame and charme Such foaming bedlam Seas and them dis-arme Of all their fury strength and them divide Yea dry at pleasure to abate their pride And cannot he who bounds rules calmes and quels The boist'rous Ocean when it roares and swels With greatest force and furie bridle swage Both men and Devills when they storme and rage Yea dash them into shivers with more ease And speed than Seas a potsheard if He please Why should wee then once dread their threats or frownes Their might or fury which our God still bounds They cannot touch one haire if he say nay Much lesse our Soules harme or our bodies slay Whilest we with upright hearts for his cause stand O sweete sweete comfort to Gods chosen Band Thinke well of this and then we shall defie All Tyrants rage and neare once feare nor flye What ever comes when God shall call us out To fight for him and shew our selves most stout 4. Besides the Flux and Reflux of Seas Tyde At certaine constant houres without a guide It s wise disposall to each shore Port Creeke Throughout the world where men for traffique seeke It s close conveyance to all Fountaines Springs The Earth to water and all living things The great and wondrous strange variety Of Fish and Creatures which doe live breede lye Within its wombe Men to delight and feede As well in times of plenty as of neede What doe they all demonstrate to our eyes And Mindes but that God is most skilfull wise In these his wondrous workes exceeding all Mens Art farre more than Earth a Tennis-Ball O let us then in all we enterprize Submit our wits to him who is so wise Craving his ayde and giving him the praise Of his great wisedome which must guide our wayes 5. Yea these shew forth to Men Gods Providence Which doth the Sea thus order guide dispence In wondrous manner and feede rule sustaine All Fishes creatures which it doth containe And is as watchfull restlesse night and day As Seas which ever move but never stay Thrice happie they who firmely can relie Upon Gods care in all extremity He who each wave doth rule and each fish feede Will in due season send them all they neede 6. The Seas great depth which few or none can sound Points out Gods secret Judgements more profound Yea Ships Barkes Boates which plough the Seas bright face Yet leave no footsteps by which them to trace Gods hidden Counsells wayes and deepe decrees Past finding out present to all degrees Hence God is sayd in Sea to have his way His pathes in waters deepe past mans display O then adore his Judgements Counsells deepe And not presume into them once to peepe With prying eyes beyond those bounds which He In sacred writ hath fixed unto thee 7. The Length and widenesse of the Sea which spreads It selfe both farre and neere to pious Heads And Hearts shewes forth the vaste immensity And Omni-presence of the Deity Which fills both Earth and Heaven Sea world Hell Yea every part of each O strange to tell Oh horrid Meditation to the Rout Of gracelesse sinners when they goe about To hide or flye from God who doth fore-stall Nay fill all corners into which they crall How can they then escape his venging hand Which is so neare them both by Sea and Land Yet matchlesse solace to Gods chosen sheepe That his sweete presence shall them cheare fence keepe By Sea and Land where ere they live or goe This makes them happie in a world of woe What neede we then to feare a banishment From Friends or home or close Imprisonment In any hole or dungeon since no place Can barre from us Gods presence or his Grace Which ever make an Heaven where they dwell A royall Pallace of the darkest Cell 8. The raging Seas fierce waves and roaring Cry Which daunt all Hearts spare neither Low nor High Bearing downe all before them who withstand Their furious progresse with a potent hand Describe Gods dreadfull wrath and dismall Ire Against obdurate sinners who conspire To breake his Lawes oppose his Christ despite And grieve his Spirit sinning with delight Without remorse or checke till they provoke Him to consume them with a fatall stroke O let us oft consider still feare shunne His dreadfull wrath from which we cannot runne Much lesse resist it praying Christ to swage And quench it least we perish in Gods rage The angry Floods can onely drowne or fright Us for a moment but if Gods wrath light Upon us Soule and Body both shall be Vnder its Tortures for Eternitie 9. The Sea so usefull good and meete for Fish And foule of all sorts that mans heart can wish For Salt Clounds raine springs rivers which proceede From it and traffique for all things we neede Proclaimes to all Gods goodnesse bounty grace Who all this goodnesse in the Sea did place To make Men happie Let this goodnesse raise Our hearts to Love and give him all due praise 10. Once more the Springs and Rivers which ascend Out of the Sea at first and in it end Instruct us sweetely how that every thing From God the Sea of being first did spring And therefore should by way of thankefulnesse Their course Aymes Ends to him alone addresse But chiefely Man first made and since that bought To serve God onely in deed word and thought Should all returne to him from whom it flowes Since all is his that on us springs or growes O let us study from our Hearts to give All unto him in whom we are move live It is his due our duty all we have To render to him who our soules must save Most blessed God let us thus oft behold Thee in this Christall glasse the Sea our cold And frozen Hearts to warme with these sweete Rayes Which it reflects to thine eternall praise Meditations of the second Sort. AGaine the Sea 's of Christ a lively Type And his deare blood which doth our sinnes out-wipe 1. For as the Sea all filth doth clense away From Bodies Vessells Meates Hearbes Fruites Aray That in it washed are So Christs sweete Blood More clensing than the purest spring or Flood All filth and spots of sinne which Soules defile And in Gods eyes present them foule and vile Doth quite abolish and so purge away From all such soules as on him fast hold lay By faith unfained that no filth nor staine Of any sinne upon them shall remaine To make them loathsome in his Fathers sight In which they shine as starres most cleare and bright O let us prize this Blood beyond compare By which our Soules from sinne thus clensed are 2. The Sea which did the wicked world destroy By Gods command yet saved upright Noy With that red Sea which the Aegyptians drown'd When

Breaches which the Sea makes on the maine Are hardly made up or repair'd againe The Ruptures which this worlds Floods dayly make Upon those Soules they batter enter take Are hardly cured and stopt up Beware Their Breaches then and them prevent with care Their entrance is at first with Ease debarr'd But once got in them to repulse is hard 12. All Rivers run into the Sea yet still It empty is and never hath its fill The streames of most mens Cares thoughts labours braines Into this worlds Sea run which yet remaines As empty as before O then bestow Nought upon that which never full will grow 13. Most livelesse things as mettalls stones dust sand And pondrous bodies sinke downe out of hand As soone as cast into the Sea where drown'd They are so lost that they cannot be found Yet trees which mount from Earth up to the skie Whiles they are growing and such foules as flye Up towards heaven safely swim and ride Vpon the Sea not fearing winds stormes tide So men deprived of the Life of Grace Made all of Earth on which they fixe and place Their hearts and thoughts no sooner lanch or fall Into this worlds Sea but they sinke downe all So deepe into it that it drownes them quite And in a moment swallowes out of sight Whereas Gods chosen Saints whose hearts and Love Are ever centred on the things above And soaring upwards safely swim and beare Themselves above her floods and still appeare 14. Sea waters quench not but increase the flame On which men cast them This worlds doe the same Her streames augment not quench mens raging fire The more they have the more they still desire Why should we then affect her floods or store Which never make us rich but ever poore 15. The Sea still moves and runs with Wind and Tide These steare this World and doe her Rudder guide If Times Winds Tide move with us then will she Runne with us too and friendly seeme to be But let them once begin on us to frowne Shee 'le joyn with them to wreck and cast us down O falfe deceitfull world who dost forsake All when they neede thee most and never take Their parts but when they neede thee not adieu Unconstant friends are ever false not true 16. The Sea the Earth doth compasse and surround Some parts whereof by it are often drown'd Just so this world environs men about Their Soules to swallow so that ' few swim out Or scape her danger O thrice happie he That can saile through it and not drowned be 17. Sea fights of any other are most fell Fierce bloody dangerous hot and terrible The Battles which this world doth dayly make Against mens Soules them to destroy or take Are farre more dangerous deadly worse than those Wherewith the Flesh or Devill them oppose Her Engines traines assaults theirs much exceede And none can scape them without speciall heede 18. As Ships built on the Land with force toyle be Still lanched and dradge out into the Sea So man whence once form'd in his Mothers womb With painefull Labour is enforst to come And lanch'd by her into the worlds wide Sea Where he from winds and stormes is seldome free Hence he with sighes teares cries laments in vaine As soone as borne what he must here sustaine O let us then with songs and shouts of joy Leave this worlds Sea which doth us sore annoy And sith we enter it with teares cries paine Its madnesse thus to part from it againe What we with force griefe sobs first undertake We should with chearefull hearts at last forsake Like ships which gladly runne themselves a shore Because perforce lanch'd into Seas before And yet the most with greater griefe O Sinne Depart this world than they it entred in And must by might with grones teares shreekes and cry Be puld out thence and forc'd with woe to dye Blessed Lord God so steare our ships and Helme Through this worlds Sea which would us overwhelme And wrecke for ever that we may at last Gaine Heav'ns blest Port and there sure Anchor cast Meditations of the sixth Sort. IN fine the Sea suggests to each good mind These Meditations which are yet behind 1. First when we see the Sea it readily Presents that vow and Baptisme to our eye Which make us Christians and oblige us still The World Flesh Devill with their Pompe Lusts will Quite to renounce and ever to obey Gods holy Lawes who washt our sinnes away In these Baptismall waters to the end That we by sinning should no more offend His Sacred goodnesse but spend all our dayes In just good holy actions to his praise O then when ever we the waters see Let these things to our mindes recalled be To mend our Lives renue our vowes and make Us World Flesh Devill and their Lusts forsake 2. Crosse-Seas whose boisterous Tydes by turnes oresway Each other and enforce their streames to stray Quite from their proper course and over-beare Them so that they their motions counter-steare To that course they intend in lively wise A Newborne Christians state unto our Eyes Present in whom two Crosse Seas Tydes contend And meete each day contesting without end To over-beare each other Sometimes the Floods of their fleshly Lusts prevailers be And over-beare the Spirits counter-tydes Which at the last prevaile put flesh besides Its course and channell and through heav'ns great might Beare downe its streames and over-comes them quite 3. The floating Sea when it invades the Land And drownes the Coasts that next unto it stand Paints out that deluge in the dayes of Noy Which did the wicked old world quite destroy And then instructs us with all care to flye Those sinnes which drowne us for eternitie Both Soule and Body in the fiery Lake This thought should move us all sinnes to forsake 4. When we behold men goods lead stones sinke downe Into the Sea which them doth quickely drowne So deepe that they can never rise againe It paints forth Hell unto us very plaine That sinkes drownes tortures for eternity Mens soules and bodies which there chained lye So fast so deepe that they can never rise Nor swim out thence Which should us all advise To flye all sinnes yea more to feare and minde This fiery Lake whence none redemption finde And sith all feare in Seas for to be drown'd How should they dread this Lake that 's more profound 5. The Sands on Sea-shores which doe farre surpasse All number shewes us like a Christ all glasse Those multitudes of sinnes that in us breed Which doe the Sands in number farre exceede To make us humble And each flowing Tide Which doth the Sand both moysten drowne and hide From time to time instructs us every day With Floods of teares our sinnes to wash away And in Christs blood them so to drowne

Gods owne people past it on dry ground In safety shadow that red Sea of Blood Which Christ upon the Crosse shed for our good Wherein the sinnes of all his chosen sheepe With Hellish Pharaoh and his Hoast so deepe Are sunke and drowned that they never shall Appeare againe their Soules once to inthrall O let our Sinnes in this red Sea be dround Then are we certaine nought shall us confound 3. The Sea 's the way meanes passe to to transport Men to those Ports to which they would resort Christs blood 's the sea way ship which men convoyes From Earth to Heaven and eternall Joyes Sweete Jesus let the Sea of thy blest Blood Conduct and leade us safely through the Flood And Rockes of this worlds Sea to Heavens Port To which thy chosen Flocke with hast resort 4. The Seas faire lovely shining azure Face It 's pleasant Calmes in Halcion-daies Gods Grace And sweete appeased Loving Countenance To us in Christ which raps into a trance The saddest Hearts and fils them with content And matchlesse joyes most lively represent O then in all our griefe and misery On Gods sweete smiling Face still fixe an Eye Which will support our soules in all distresse And cheare them so that nought shall us oppresse Sweete Jesus when the Sea we view or passe Present thy selfe thus to us in its glasse Then if it wrecke or drowne us yet shall we Through thy Bloods Sea escape and saved be Meditations of the third Ranke BEsides the Sea exhibits to our sight A lively Emblem of the State and plight Of Gods Elect with all those sore and great Stormes of Afflictions which doe dayly beate Upon them whiles they passe this Sea below Where World Flesh Devill seeke to overthrow 1. For first the Sea is restlesse night and Day Its flux and constant progresse none can stay Just so are Gods elect who alwayes move Tending to Heaven and the things above No Bankes Winde Stormes threats death their course can cease Till they arive at Heavens Port in Peace 2. The Sea is ever tost from place to place With Winds stormes Tides And is not this the Case Of Gods deare Saints still handed too and fro By sundry Tempests which they undergoe From Coast to Coast from Goale to Goale to shew They Pilgrims are and Strangers here below Fixt to no Certaine Clime and that their home And resting place is in the world to come 3. The Sea is ever working purging forth And casting out filth weedes trash of no worth Which falls into it and corrupt defile Its Christall streames making them foule and vile Thus Gods Elect still purge out and eject Those Lusts sinnes vices which their Soules infect With such suggestions as foule Devills cast Into their Hearts them to pollute and Waste 4. The Sea 's exposed to all stormes and Winds So Saints to Troubles Crosses of all kindes To make them humble and translate their love From things on Earth unto the things above 5. None dare to crosse the Sea without a Card Or Compasse which they still with care regard Stearing their course thereby for feare they stray Or misse their Port and so be cast away Thus Gods Elect whilst they doe saile and rove In this worlds Sea by Compasse ever move Stearing their Rudder by Gods Sacred Writ For feare they misse their Harbor or else hit Their Soules against those Rockes Shelves Sands which lye To Crosse their voyage to Eternity 6. The Ebbing Sea discovers to the eye Those dangrous Rockes Shelves Sands that hidden lye At full Sea Tides which then oft drowne and sinke Those who approach them when they least feare thinke Of any danger So the Ebbing State The Crosses of Gods Chosen Demonstrate And point out to them many Rockes Shelves Sands To shipwracke Soules betray them to the hands Of Hellish Pyrats which still hidden lye And undiscerned in prosperity By which they shun their danger and commend These Ebbes which from such perills them defend Before those Full-Sea-Tides of wealth and joy Which Shipwrecke thousands and their Soules destroy 7. The lowest Ebbe hath still the highest Flood Saints deepest sorrowes end in greatest good Their Floods of joy transcend their Ebbes of woe Beyond compare and all their griefes out-goe 8. When Seas are at their lowest Ebbe they then Forth-with begin to spring and flow So men Belov'd of God when as they seeme to lye At lowest Ebbe in deepest misery Past helpe past hope in Carnall mens account Beyond all expectation spring and mount Above their Crosses and enjoy a Flood Of Peace wealth honour and the greast good If old examples faile you may now view The truth hereof in some yet fresh and new 9. Gods Will and pleasure onely is the Cause Why Seas doe Ebbe and flow not any Lawes Of Nature Moone or Planets So the will And blessed pleasure of our God is still The first chiefe cause of all the Ebbes and Tides Which here befall his Saints nought else besides Yea as Sea Stormes proceede from God and tosse Men up towards Heaven So each storme and crosse Which lite on Gods Elect from him first springs And nearer Heaven them lifts up and brings 10. The Sea is Salt and brackish Crosses are The like at first to Saints who doe them beare 11. The Saltest Seas the sweetest Fishes breed Saints sweetest comforts from the Crosse proceede Yea as the best and largest Fish are found In Saltest waters So the best most sound Large strongest Christians which wee finde or know In harshest Floods of Sorrowes alwayes grow 12. The Seas salt waters clense and purifie Things that are filthy Thus adversitie Doth purge and wash away from Gods Elect Those Spots sinnes vices which their Soules infect 13. Seas brinish waters pickle and preserve Things from corruption So Afflictions serve To season Saints who else would putrifie And rot in those foule sinnes which now they flye 14. Sea stormes drive Men to prayers cryes and teares Augmented and intended by their Feares Yea make them post to Harbours for releefe And bid the Sea adieu with Joy not greefe Thus troubles cause the Saints to pray and cry To God for helpe with greater fervencie Intend increase their prayers make them flye To God their Harbour for security Cause them to loath and leave this world with joy Whose waves and Tempests them still sore annoy 15. And as great blustring stormes doe sooner drive Ships to the Harbours where they would arive Then Calmes and mildest Gales So Crosses mend Gods darlings speed and oft times sooner send Them unto Heaven then prosperity Which calmes their Sailes and makes them still to lye 16. The Tempest that befell the Ship wherein The Prophet Jonah fled and slept in sinne Did never slacke nor cease till he was cast Into the Sea which done

amazement sweetly manifest In some darke measure to each pious Breast Gods most surpassing Beauty to whose Light The Noone-day Sunnes more darke than any Night Why doe we then like doting Fooles admire A comely Face necke hand bush brave Attire Or waxe proud of them as most doe since grasse Trees Lillies flow'rs In beauty farre Surpasse The fairest Kings Queen's Ladies whose hands face And rich Array compar'd to these are base O! if we dote on Beauty let the Rayes Of Gods Eternall Glory past all praise And Comprehension pierce melt rap transport Our Soules with Love scorch them in such sort That they may ever burne with its sweete flame And deeme all Beauty else not worth the Name Being imperfect fading every Houre Not halfe so lovely comely as a flower 3. Each Plant Herbe Roote Grasse Flower which doth grow In Gardens Gods Almighty power forth show Since all the Monarches Artists Men that live With all their might wit skill can never give Life to existence to the smallest flower Much lesse an Essence O what little power Is there in greatest Kings who cannot make One Grasse Herbe Plant though Nestors yeares they take To doe it O what wondrous Potency Is there in God! whose word did instantly Create all Creatures Herbes Trees Plants that grow In Gardens Orchards Woods Fields here below O let our Minds when we these Creatures see Upon his mighty Power still fixed be Which as it dayly makes the fairest Trees Plants Herbes and Flowers spring by sweete degrees Out of the vilest dust can likewise raise Us from the very grave his power to praise Be then our Cases Crosses ne're so ill Take courage God can mend them when he will And in due season make us spring againe Like withered Plants Herbes Flowers after raine 4. Gardens shew forth Gods goodnesse to mankinde Which he who seeth not in them is quite blinde For doth not that great sweete variety Of garden Plants Fruites which delight the Eye And other Senses ease helpe and redresse All paines wounds sores diseases that oppresse Both Man and Beast yeelding them Physick Food Salves Sauce Cates Cordialls Fumes Cloathes all that 's good Or usefull for them plainely manifest Gods gracious Bounty to each Man and Beast O what abundant Service thankes praise Love Are due from Man unto his God above Who hath thus stored Gardens fields each place With such great plenty of these gifts of grace O let us blush that we serve love no more God who hath blest us with this happie store And hence conclude in our Necessity That this good God will all our Wants supply He who our Gardens doth with these things store Our Bodies Soules will feed feast fill much more 5. A Garden like a Glasse Gods Providence Reflects most clearely to the dullest sense Who for Mans use and Service in each Clime Makes Trees Plants Herbes Flowres Seedes spring in due time Which are most usefull fit to ease heale feede And helpe those in the countries where they breed And placed neare him great variety Of Herbes Salves Phisicke for each Malady Both easie cheape and ready still at hand If He their vertues did but understand O what a tender Care hath God of Man Thus to provide for each disease that can Or doth befall him such cheape ready Cures O praise him for this care which still endures And sith that He our wealth doth so respect Let us take heede we never him neglect Nor yet our selves but thankefully make use Of what may to our Health or ease conduce Lord when we walke in Gardens to delight Our mindes or sences let the sweetest sight Of Thee and these thy Attributes which they Present most clearely to us day by day Rap up our Soules into such Extasies That they nought else but Thee may love or prise Meditations of the second Ranke MOreover Gardens lively represent Christ to our Eyes and Mindes with blest content 1. For first as Gardens yeeld all rarities And pleasant Objects to delight the Eyes And other Sences so all pleasant sound Soule-chearing Comforts Joyes in Christ are found Our Hearts to solace whence most sweetnesse springs When we taste nought but Gall in other things O blessed Jesus such Soule ravishing Groves streames of sweetest Cordialls from Thee spring To cheare our drooping Soules in all distresse That did they once but taste their lushiousnesse And more than Honey sweetnesse they would be Rapt and inamor'd with nought else but Thee O let me feele how good how sweete thou art Then thou alone shalt feast fill have mine Heart 2. Againe as fruitefull Gardens bring sorth store Of Herbes Receites for every Sickenesse sore Wound Vlcer Ache that hapneth to Mankinde So in our Saviour Christ our Soules may finde A Soveraigne Herbe Balme Salve for to appease Helpe heale each sore wound ulcer ach disease That doth or can them any times annoy Grieve paine perplex or threate them to destroy Are then our Soules sicke wounded like to dye With any sinne or deadly Maladie O let us then resort to Christ with speede For Herbes Salves Physicke all else that we neede Whose Blood 's a royall Balme receipt to save All Soules which from it helpe health Phisicke crave 3. Gardens still yeeld a pleasant fragrant smell And rich perfumes Christ doth them farre excell In his sweete-smelling Odors which ascend Into Gods Sacred Nostrells to amend Perfume and sweeten all those stinking sowre Vnsavory Prayers which to God we powre In Christs sweete Name whose horrid sent and stinke More Loath-some than the vilest kennell sinke Would else so much offend his Sacred Nose That he both it and his Eares too would close Against them yea detest both them and us Where now these Odors make them gracious Farre sweeter than the richest sent that can Be found out to delight the Nose of Man And as Christs fragrant perfumes farre excell The sweetest Incense in his Fathers smell So doe they likewise in the sent of those Whom he hath chosen to whose Sacred Nose The fragrant'st Odors matcht with Christs are stinke And more unsavory than the foulest sinke Sweete Jesus let thy pleasant perfumes move And ravish all our Soules with thy sweete Love 4. Gardens have pleasant Fountaines where we may Our bodies bathe and wash their filth away Yea quench our thirst our heates coole and revive Those Trees Herbes Plants that fade and make them thrive Christ hath a pleasant Fountaine Spring or Well Of sweete and living waters that excell All others springing in him where we may Bathe coole refresh our Soules and wash away The filth of all our sinnes and eke revive Our withering Graces and them cause to thrive Lord ever ba the our Soules in this blest spring Which will both Health Joy safty to them bring 5. Most Pleasant

foes and crosses which God on them layes Their weedes of sinne vice error for to kill And them with all good plants rootes fruits to fill Plant sow of which they were uncapable Vntill digg'd up and made Gods arable O let us never murmur nor complaine When God thus digs or ploughs us for our gain Our sins to root up and in us to plant Instead of them all graces which wee want 4. Gardens are dung'd drest kept with speciall care To make them fertile and more fruits to beare Gods Church and chosen are still dung'd soyld fed With his sweet Word and Sacramentall bread And daily drest kept with great cost care toyle To make them usefull fruitfull fat rich soyle By sacred Gardners else no one good thing No fruits of grace would in them grow or spring O let us answer Gods great cost paines care If after these we barren fruitlesse are It will be fatall God in wrath will haste To roote us up and lay us ever waste 5. No choyce seedes roots plants herbes in gardens grow Vnlesse men them there first plant set or sow When weeds grasse herbes plants that are common there Spring up and grow without our cost paines care No choice rare plants rootes fruits of saving grace Will spring or grow in any Church Saint place Vnlesse God first them plant sow cherish there When all by nature weeds and ill fruits beare And common Morrall vertues which are found In very Pagans heathens common ground Lord plant and store our soules with grace that we May sweet and fruitfull Gardens be to thee 6. Gardens are fruitfull making that to grow With great increase which men within them sow Gods Church and chosen fertile are the seed Sowne in their hearts a large increase doth breede Though more in some than others Happy wee If such a large increase God in us see 7. No Garden soyle so good but that it breeds And of its owne accord brings forth some weeds Which not pluckt up with care would overflow And quickly kill the fruits that in it grow The best the purest Churches Saints that be From weeds of sinne vice errors are not free Which do and will still in them daily grow Vp of themselves whiles they are here below And not pul'd up kept downe with daily care Much paines would soone hide kill choake all their rare Resplendent vertues graces O then still Be rooting up these weedes that be so ill 8. Weeds in a Garden are a loathsome thing And though we cannot hinder them to spring Up there yet still wee roote them up with speed And not permit them there to grow roote seed Weeds of corruption error sinne that rise Vp in the Church or Saints to Gods pure eyes And their owne too are a vile horrid sight Which though they cannot shunne yet still they fight Against them never suffering them to dwell Roote breed within them but with care expell And kepe them under that they never raigne Within them though their reliques there remaine That Church man then is but in evill plight Which doth not thus against sinne dayly fight Which should by farre more loathsome to us be Than all the weedes we in our gardens see 9. As Gardens so Gods Church Saints stored are With all the fruits herbes plants of grace most rare Rich usefull here alone we may view find All graces vertues of what ever kind Whose shining luster and variety Make them most lovely in each sacred eye 10. Gardens are very pleasant sweet in smell Alluring men in them to walke live dwell Gods Church and chosen Saints are like no place Or company to all indu'd with grace Is halfe so pleasant lovely sweet as they Wherein wherewith they long to be dwell stay For ever and would rather Porters bee Within Gods house than men of best degree Or Kings without it finding more content And sweetnesse in one day or houre well spent Within it than in thousand yeares weekes dayes Past else where in the pleasant'st feasts maskes playes Those who in Gods Church Saints no such delight Or sweetnesse find may judge their states not right 11. And as men thus delight to walke live dwell In pleasant gardens which they like full well So Christ within his Church Saints walkes resides Lives dwels and in no place on earth abides Delights or joyes so much as in them where Hee feeds feasts rests and doth his pallace reare Sweet Jesus let my soule thy garden bee That thou maist still delight walke dwell in mee 12. No Gardens spring grow greene or fructifie Vnlesse the Sun shine on them from on high And clouds drop raine dew on them to revive Their withred fruits and make them sprout grow thrive No Church or Saint can spring grow thrive in grace Vnlesse the rayes of Gods most blessed face And Christs the Sonne of righteousnesse bright beames Shine on them and their sweetest showres dewes streams And influence from heaven on them drop To make them beare a rich and ample crop Lord let thy Church and chosen ever bee Blest with these rayes showers streames which flow from thee Then shall they still be green fresh flourishing And store of fruits of grace to thee forth bring 13. Gardens have in them all sorts of herbes trees Flowers rootes plants So the Church hath all degrees And rankes of men within her high and low Rich poore old young good bad here in her grow This Peters sheet Christs net did typifie And is a truth apparant to each eye From hence the Church hath gain'd the stile and name Of Catholicke sith all sorts in the same Comprised are Let no men then seclude Themselves from her who doth all sorts include 14. As Gardens so Gods Church Saints planted are By rivers sides and Christall streames their rare Rich precious fruits to water day by day Which else would fade and wither quite away The living waters springs streams of Christs blood Word spirit grace prepared for their good Still by or in them glide run flow and spring To make them sweete greene pleasant fruits to bring In more abundance O thrice wretched wee If under these we withered barren be 15. When wild bores beasts breake into Gardens they Them roote up wast deface and much decay When cruell potent tyrants wolves boares swine Breake in upon Gods Church or Saints they mine Roote up spoyle wast them unlesse God asswage Restraine divert or quell their spitefull rage Lord alwayes fence thy Church Saints round about Against all foes who seeke to roote them out And when thou shalt permit them to breake in Oh then let them root nought out but their sinne 16. As ripe seeds shooke downe with winds stormes or raine In Gardens to the Earth there spring againe With great increase where every little seede A new great plant

and more stalkes seedes doth breede So in Christs Church and Garden every drop Of Martyrs blood there shed brings forth a crop And large increase of Christian plants who fill The places where their foes their blood did spill To their great griefe and shame who thought thereby Quite to prevent and kill their progeny Which they meane while did onely plant and sow And by that blood they shed made these to grow Yea as some Garden plants herbes often cropt Spring up more thicke So Gods Church Saints oft lopt Cut downe cropt nay destroy'd in carnall eyes Conceit by cruell Tyrants sprout arise And grow more thicke great numerous thereby The more cut downe the more they multiply Witnesse the Churches story in each age Which gain'd increas'd not lost by tyrants rage O let us then be willing thus to sow Our blood that thence new troops of Saints may grow To store Christ Church mantaine his cause when we Are turn'd to dust consum'd and cease to bee 17. The Garden herbes flowers plants which seeme to die In winter when hid under earth they lye Within their Rootes or Seeds yet spring againe When winter ends through Summers heat and raine And shew that they were neither dead kill'd lost But onely nipt and hid by winters frost Because they thus in summer spring revive And shew themselves to every eye alive Most sweetly clearly to us demonstrate Gods chosen Saints and Churches winter-state Whose faith and saving graces seeme to die In their temptations and so buried lye Within their seeds roots that they want the sence Fruits comforts of them and conclude from thence That they no doubt are quite dead kill'd spoyl'd lost And they undone by their sharpe winters frost But yet when these their boystrous storms are past And Summer comes they re-appeare at last To their great comfort and so sprout grow thrive A fresh that all see they were still alive And onely hid benummed for that space O then let all indu'd with saving grace Learne hence their drooping soules to comfort cheare In all temptations cases where they feare A losse of graces Loe they still remaine In safety in them and shall spring againe What though they cannot now them feele or eye Wait but a while and they shall them discry It will not still be winter spring is neere If not before yet then they will appeare In greater lustre vigor than before Lay up this blessed cordiall then in store Against all evill dayes which will us cheare When as our graces hide and disappeare 18. Hence may we likewise Popish sots refell Who hold Gods Church on earth still visible In glorious sort as if she alwayes grew In summer Ilands and no winter knew When as each true Church Saint whiles here below Oft feele and find such winters stormes frost snow As quite ecclipse vaile hide them and their grace Yea make them seeme dead livelesse for a space Both in their owne and others sence as I By sundry stories might exemplyfie Did not each gardens winter quarter teach This truth and it unto our senses preach 19. Hence may each Church S t further learn to cheere Steele arme themselves against all future feare Of winter stormes blasts tryalls which may shake Their leaves fruits stalks down to the earth make Them in appearance livelesse voyd of grace And in a wretched helpelesse hopelesse case Like Gardens in cold winters But yet shall This daunt their faith or make their hope quite fal O no! this winter lasts but for a space And then succeeds a blessed spring of grace Which shall revive refresh repaire restore Yea much increase what seem'd dead lost before As it did unto Job whose latter end His first estate in blisse did farre transcend O then what ever be thy case relye Wait rest on God with faith hope constancie Who farre beyond thy thoughts will thee translate In his due season to a blessed state He who makes each grasse plant herbe grow and spring Will make his Church Saints much more sprout laugh sing 20. Hence may all raging Persecutors see That their attempts against Christs Church Saints be Vaine bootlesse senselesse crossing in event The very end and scope of their intent Making them more to thrive increase and grow Instead of working their wish't overthrow O what a wise sweete gracious God have wee Who workes our blisse out of our misery And makes the malice of our enemies The spring from whence our greatest Comforts rise O what besotted sencelesse fooles are those Who Gods true Church chosen Saints oppose They thinke to crush but raise them they intend To worke their ruine yet their states amend This Josephs brethren Hammons enmity King Pharaohs bloodshed bondage testifie With others whose attempts still overthrew Themselves at last but made Gods chosen crue 21. In winter season we can hardly know Dead Garden plants from living sith in shew They both seeme dead and withered to the eye But when as Summer comes we presently Discerne the dead from those that are alive Because the one sprouts not the other thrive Grow green heare fruits So when cold winters blast Benummes Gods childrens graces or them cast Into a swooning fit or Lethargie Themselves or others hardly can descry Them from dead Christians but when meanes of Grace And summer once begin to come in place Both are with ease discerned Saints then spring Revive and goodly fruits of grace forth bring And so their hidden life by workes declare The other spring not or else fruitlesse are And so proclaime themselves dead Let all try Their inward state of life and grace hereby 23. When Gardens fruitlesse be or overgrowne With weedes or thornes they are then open throwne Pull'd up laid wast So when a Church with weeds Is over-run and nought but errors breeds Or grosse corruptions sins God then doth cast Her walls pales downe and forthwith layes her wast Thus doth he deale with private Christians too Who by their barrennesses sinnes Lusts undoe Themselves provoking God them off to cast Pull downe their hedge and lay them ever wast O let each Church and Christian then take heed How they prove barren or sinnes in them breed If Gods Bill of devorce be once out su'd There is no helpe it cannot be escheu'd 23. In Gardens oft the shade and neighbourhood Of weedes or poysonous Plants corrupt the good Kill blast or harme them more or lesse So ill Lewed men of all sorts in the Church doe still Deprave and hurt the better their meere shade Hath blasted many and them worser made There 's no such Quench-coale Plague or bane of grace As wicked Consorts who it most deface He who would thrive in Grace must ever flye With chiefest Care all ill Mens Company 24. Some stinking weedes ill favour oft devoures Unsents the Perfumes of the sweetest flowers That