thou and who am I that can moue Heau'ns God t'immure himselfe in misery That thou whose Glory Glory it selfe admires Sholdst deigne to dwel in durt more vile then dung Sith Holinesse sweet Lord thy House requires Which hardly rests where many vices throng Heau'n is thy Seate the Earth thy Footstoole is For Heau'n and Earth thy Maiestie doth fill Then why great God art thou well pleas'd with this That thou art made but Mud for mire so ill For if the Heau'n nay Heau'n of Heauens be But too too small thy greatnesse to containe Then how can my heart lesse then nought hold thee How in a Bit of Wormes-meate canst thou raigne O Wonder that all Maruels farre surmounts He that vpon the Cherubins doth ride And viewes all Deeps from thence himself dismounts That he may in my Heart deepe Hell abide It not suffiz'd thy glowing Charitie To giue me Angels for my Guards and Guides Nay wast not onely pleas'd for me to dye But dwelst in me to giue me life besides There dost thou visit in the kindest kinde The Sicke sore sicke to giue him health thereby Sore sick in Body but more sicke in Minde And raise the Dead that willingly did dye My Soule exulteth with ioy rauished When as I minde that Miracle how once A Prophets dead Bones rais'd to life the Dead Onely by touching those life-giuing Bones If those dead Bones had such reuiuing pow'r Then what shall not Gods liuing Body doe The liuing Body of Lifes Gouernour Must needes giue endlesse Life and Glory too And if dead Bones conceiued in Sinne haue might To giue life to a sinfull Bodie dead What shall that doe conceiued by thy Spirit That must needs life-inspire eu'n senselesse Bread My Soule though dead in Sinne yet touching Thee By Faith and in thy bloud being sanctifide Can it but more then liue in Thee and me When Thou therein dost more then still abide And sith that Corpes was rais'd that crau'd not life By touching those dead Bones then Lord let me That as my Husband clip thee as thy Wise Be rais'd to life that beg the same of thee I cannot thinke because I thinke of thee as more then Grace it selfe that thou hast borne My sinnes and in my sinnes dost beare with mee that of thy Grace I shall be quite forlorne O! can my Soule but melt to thinke how oft thou mightst haue slaine me yet didst vse thy knife To prune and make me grow in Grace aloft and â—lu'st my Foes therewith that sought my life How many thousand Soules now burne in Hell that haue perhaps sinn'd lesse then sinfull I Who held thy Hands when I did so rebell that I should liue when Soules lesse sinfull dye My sinnes cry to thee and thou stop'st thine Eares lest thou sholdst heare them the more they cry The more thy deafenesse to them still appeares as if thou didst their clamorous suite deny I doe but sinne and thou dost me but saue if I flye fast from thee thou followest faster Though I be tir'd with Sinne thy Mercies haue no meane to tire but meanes my Sinnes to master The more I sinne the more thou humblest mee so mak'st me know my selfe by knowing Sinne Nay more it puls me from my selfe to thee so though I lose my selfe yet thee I winne O strange disposing of the worst of Ill meere Concord of maine Contradiction That which puls from doth draw together still where loue drawes Discords to make Vnion So then my Faults as if they Vertues were wrought for my good by thee that hast the skill To beare with men to make them sinne forbeare and so through Grace to pull good out of Ill Yet didst thou whisper in my Soules right Eare that I should doe no ill for such good end But mad'st me sinning Sinne to hate and feare in loue for that it did thee LOVE offend With Thornes thou dost hedge-in my narrow Way that if I ere so little step awry They straight doe pricke me and so make me pray for help to thee in whom all help doth lye And as the Hunter stoppeth vp each Gap wher-through the wild Bore may escape vncaught So dost thou stop my way with each misse-hap when I would runne away from thee to nought Am I escapt from out thy mercies Hands thy Hand of Iustice puls me in againe So Mercy holds me by which Iustice stands to help to hold me safe by ease and paine Haue I a Will by Death to damne my Soule by desprate Death to damne not mine but thine Thou dost that Will with thy good Will controule And mak'st my Will thy Will in spight of mine Am I resolu'd to sinne presumptuously and that of purpose to despight thee too Thou mak'st the Will without the Deed to dye and mak'st me damne the Deed ere it I doe Would I for any indiuine respect sell Heau'n for Earth and God so for the Deuill Thou God dost make that Would worke good effect for when it proues the Ill it shuns the euill Is my Hand stretched out my faith to plight to blacke Perdition twixt my hand and It Thou putst thy hand of Iustice which doth smite away my hand before that knot be knit The Weapons me thou gau'st my selfe to saue I monster did against thy Goodnesse bend And with thy glorious gifts I thee did braue so did I shame my selfe and Thee offend The Tongue thou mouedst that blasphemed Thee thou rul'dst the limbes that did thy Members rend Thou gau'st Wit pow'r with Thee to disagree and gau'st Will force the giuer to offend So that not onely I ingrate haue bin for thy good gifts but haue the same imployd As weapons of vnrighteousnesse in Sinne and so with thine owne Grace haue thee annoid Thou mad'st all Creatures for mine onely vse t' allure me to thy gainfull Loue thereby But I abused thee by their abuse so with thy Good deeds did thee damnifie So that through whom the seeing of thy Face was to be tane through them I could not see For I as Gods did them in Loue embrace which thou had'st giu'n to guide me vnto Thee That I might serue thee me did all things serue I did command that me thou might'st intreat They did me Good when I did ill deserue and when I made thee small they made me great Thou gau'st me Faith and Hell the Fruites hath had thou gau'st me Grace and Sinne hath vs'd the same Thou gau'st me Wit which Will abus'd as mad thou gau'st me Sense wherewith my selfe I shame Thou gau'st me Health which sickely I haue vs'd in riot surfet and in all excesse Thou gau'st me Strength which I haue still abus'd in waging warre with thine owne Mightinesse Thou for my profit plaguedst other men that so from Sinne I might be kept with ease But I vnplagued plagu'd my Brethren so farre off was I from remorse by These These Gifts I most vngratefull gratis had which though abus'd I vsed when I would And being Gifts
Wonders of thy Law they cannot finde Thy Will then shewne and hidden in thy Word is hid though shewne from those not prompt by thee Though Camels there may swim and Gnats may ford yet both may drowne if there too bold they be In shallow'st places there great Clarkes haue suncke into the depth of Heresie and drew Whole Nations after them yea made Kings drunke therewith while they Beleeuers-right pursue So then as none could euer see the Sunne but by the Sunne so none can rightly see Thee in thy Word but by reflexion of that pure Light of Lights that comes from thee If so then light me in that Light thy Word sith thou art Light of lights else may mine Eyes Be daz'led and so drowne me in each Ford of those pure Riuers of thy Paradise Thy Word is Truth but those it doth misguide that know not well thy Language nor will know Sith they will learne but of them selues and Pride so not thy Word but they are erring so None can be sau'd without they doe thy Will which none can doe vnlesse the same they know And none can know it much lesse it fulfill if it by speciall grace thou doe not show Then if thou wilt that I shall saued be for thou wilt no mans Death that seekes thy face Let me be taught to know thy Will by thee and made to doe it by thy Pow'r and Grace So shall I finde what I am seeking still To know Thee well and well to doe thy Will An Inuocation against vse of offending or bad Custome DEare Lord while I bethinke me of the Ils that me surround and waigh the Woes I feele Through mine owne fault which me with Sorrow fils from Life to Death I ready am to reele The Sunne of my Care-clouded life hath past his full Meridian and doth now decline To Seas of griefes where Age doth sincke at last and at each breath Death seekes it to define Vse of offending in my passed Dayes doth passe my strēgth to change thogh faine I wold Custome to Nature turn'd my Nature swayes and of my selfe the while I haue no hold Yet if I dye ere so bad vse I leaue my life must leaue me hopelesse at my death For what I giue to GOD I shall receiue and as I spend so shall I yeeld my Breath I minde to mend but still procrastinate for my Familiar Sinne is loth to part And doth my half-halfe-dead body animate to vse her still so wounds and heales my Heart But sith I am not sure to breath once more and that my life and death are well-neere met And Death t'eternall Weale or woe 's the Doore why sinne I now my lifes Sunne neere is set What is in Sinne that it should so be witch A bitter-sweete if Sweete it be and makes The Body glad but still the Soule to grutch and eu'n from life the vitall-vertue takes The wisest yet that euer breath'd this Aire of Humane Race well tride it to be so Whose equall Wealth and Wisedome did repaire to all in Nature but this Sweete to know And yet he found the Sow'r excell'd the Sweet the Sweet but short the Sow'r surmounting Time Wee want his Meanes his high Delights to meete yet hazard we our soules to them to climbe Lord make me wise by his experience who in great wealth and Wisedome plaid the Foole And for meere Folly was at huge expence then let his follies me still wisely schoole Yea let me learne of Him that all doth teach of whom the wisest learne Sinnes snares to shunne He was a King and Preacher and did preach that All is vanitie beneath the Sunne If all be vaine beneath and true he sayes let me aboue the Sunne seeke true delight Which I shall finde by walking in thy Wayes so thou deare Lord consort me with thy Spright O then consort me so and with his pow'r enable me all lets to ouer-runne Let me not stay one Minute of an How'r to ioy in any thing beneath the Sunne But in thy Sunne of Iustice let me ioy which fils the Heau'ns and Earth with purest light Then let all other ioyes my soule annoy that so in him I may alone delight Thou canst doe this then doubt I not thy Will Which still is good then my good-will fulfill The Sinner refers his Will to Gods will in all things desiring helpe for perseuerance therein DEare Lord and God true Louer of my Soule in my desires I wholy doe resigne vnto thy blessed Will this Will of mine To forme reforme direct and still controule And as my Soule my body moues alone without whose motion it would still be still so let thy Sp'rit still moue my soule and will Else let them haue no motion of their owne Let me forsake my selfe for thy deare sake yea truely hate my selfe for loue of thee and let no pleasures please or profit me If thou deare Lord at them displeasure take I offer vnto thee mine All and more had I much more than All to mortifie my senses and affections that thereby I may so mortifide liue euermore My selfe I likewise offer to the lack of sensible deuotion grace and loue so it may humble me and make me proue Thy might the more in my sinnes vtter wracke I offer too my selfe with prompt desire t' indure all losse in name fame goods and friends all pleasure paine and what else flesh offends That by their waight my sp'rit may mount the higher In summe I offer vp my selfe aboue my selfe to all mischance that can befall saue sinne alone yet if thy goodnesse shall Put me in Hell I le brooke it for thy Loue. And though it be impossible for Flesh to suffer it yet should my Will be prest If thou would'st haue it so in Hell to rest For Loue in quenchlesse flames can sense refresh Then loue me Lord and still my loue enflame then put me where thou wilt I le there abide without repining ire or ghostly pride With Martyrs that in torments laud thy Name But sith by reason of my Flesh too fraile I cannot be so prompt these paines to brooke then help me Lord but with a louing looke And ouer Death and Hell I shall preuaile Looke kindly on me then deare Lord and so Our Wils shall still be one in weale and woe The Sinner desires fruition of the Deitie and that his Soule should be euer the habitation thereof ETernall LORD who art more prompt to heare then Faith to pray of that great grace of thine Regard the Boone I aske in Loue and Feare and to mine humble suite thine eares incline Grant me fruition of thy DEITIE that all my Soule may so be satisfied For lesse then that can her not satisfie though all els boundlesse were still amplifide Those gifts and graces that thy Grace may moue t' inhabit my poore Soule vouchsafe thou me That with thy gifts thy grace may be in Loue and loue my Soule for harbring them and thee But in those gifts
feares to die for good Yet for Christ t' is more glory to be crost then of him to be crown'd an earthly King The last may be by chance or Treason lost but from the Crosse immortall Crownes doe spring To be in glory may proceede of Grace without the glorifide his meriting But well-borne Crosses alter quite the case Vertue consists in doing hardest things And vicious Fooles haue too too oft beene Kings Who suffers straight hath but one victorie but he that alwayes doth encounter paine And yet o'er-throwes the strong'st Extremitie is crowned eu'ry day and still shall raigne And what is Death but our best earthly friend which kils our Flesh our deadliest enemy So friendly is both to and in the end Then Crauen why doe I so flye his force That saues me when he makes my corps a corse For if the pining of the body be the pampring of the Soule than must this friend That with his paines makes vertuous Soules to flye where they are pamper'd without meane or end Be still embrac'd noâ— fled but ô fraile flesh this dying doctrine doth but thee offend That hold'st it most erronious fond and fresh Thou canst not poise these treasures of the Sp'rit for they are waighty and thou art too light Thou must haue all that may thy Senses charme with sweete as most effeminate delights And fly'st from Death to honied pleasures swarme yea follow'st them in their vnconstant flights Austeritie nor canst nor wilt thou brooke sith it quite mortifies thy liuely sp'rits And for thy life still put'st thee to thy Booke But thou dost long for all that makes thee light As well within as gawdy still in sight Mean while thou burn'st to nought with flames of sin for as the Lightnings flash although it spares The painted sheath it melts the Blade within which is the thing more worthy so it fares With sinnes pernitious fire-flash for it leaues the goods and body sound but vnawares The Soule more pretious it of life bereaues But who to spare a Thing of nought will spend Gods Goape his Soule hee 's mad cannot mend Many though Princes poore are in their store in Honors abiect malecontent in mirth Their flesh selfe frailtie their spirits basely poore their Soule 's the sinckâ— of all the sinnes on Earth The Moths of Man-kinde sores of Sou'raigntie vnhappily-happie in their base-high Birth Who liue like Monsters and like Diuels dye The rich possesse the meeke the Earth enioy For they haue most that haue the lest annoy Looke in the Graues suruey the Emperours Kings Dukes and Worthies of the Ages past Then looke on those whom life and death obscures poore Beggers tell me then who 's first who last Who rich who poore who faire foule high or low but if thou canst when burnt be diuers Woods Their Ashes well distinguish then maist thou distinguish of their bodyes states and blouds Then wherefore waigh we so our Flesh misled That 's light as vanitie aliue and dead And life at best is but a golden sleepe lin'd but with siluer or more earthly dreames Or else a Tragedie that moues to weepe of ceaselesse troubles and most dire Extreames A passing but from life is life for still in stay'ing it goes yet vnlike Water-streames That running stay alike by Natures skill Streames running rest the same and not the same But still vnlike doth burne our vitall-flame Things future are beginning endlesly Things present euer ending and Things past Quite dead or done for while we liue wâ— dye and dead we liue so life is first and last Then better dye to life than liue to death for mortall-life in Death but time doth waste And Death doth gaine of â—ime he shorteneth Who for our good our bodyes still assailes And frees our Soules by ruining their Iayles It is but Natures necessary wracke then let vs make it voluntarie that Is necessary and still bowe our Backe vnder the burden of our common state With all alacritie and giue to God his owne which were most damn'd to alienate Sith he of Dolorâ— paid for it his lode Then it were Sacriledge not to restore That which he made lent and bought and more Death 's dreadfull but to those that know him not to those that know him well hee is not so The Old before their faces him haue got the young behinde while he doth all o'erthrow Acquaintance with the Warres estrangeth feare they dread not waues at Sea though high they goe that vs'd are to them though they all orebeare And with them fight in front or in the reare Then not to feare Death is with him to be Familiar made and bring Sense vnder lee The Pilot while he is his Ship to guide sits at the Stearne for there he most preuailes And so the vertuous maugre winde and Tyde when through this stormy Sea of life he sailes Sits at the Stearne that is lifes hinder-piece where he in Tempests bearing lowest Sailes Conducts it safely to the Port of Peace To beare high sailes and still forbeare the helme Is Ship and Fraight so quite to ouer-whelme Death is the doore whereby we must goe out of straitest Bonds to freest Libertie Then as the Pris'ner that of Death doth doubt yet waites the while for his deliuery Most ioyes in sitting at the Prison dore that when it 's op'ned he may instantly Get out t' enioy his freedome as before So should our Thoughts be fixt on lifes last steppe To which we soone may iump but not o'er-leape Thoughts mortifide the ashes are wherein the fire of Vertue being rak'd vp close The longer lasts and greater heate doth winne to kindle courage in our cold dispose That when Death comes and those shall be vnrak't we may reioyce our flame so freely goes Vnto her Spheare then should it not be slack't In Chimney of our flesh where it doth lye Like to be quencht with our iniquitie And as a floud that from a mountaines top doth rowling run with strange as ceaslesse noise And ouer many crâ—ggy Le ts doth hop till in the Valâ— beneath it rest enioyes So fares it with our life which we beginne with ceaslesse out-cryes for our felt annoyes Then downe Times houres we run through lets sin Till in the end we rest in vale of Death To which we blow our selues by spending breath Then Death 's our rest for since the same hath past through lifes pure Veynes or rather Lords of life Of the least bitternâ—sse it hath no taste but freshest sweetnesse therein still is rife It is the vertuous peacefull Paradise but to the vicious t is a World of strife For nought is plagu'd in Death but mortall Vice Then he may well be stil'd a Martyrs Peere That vertuous Death doth rather seeke than feare Death to a Thiefs's compar'd who if he findes the Man he meanes to rob vpon his guard He speakes him faire else him he bindes and blindes so Death is kinde to those for him prepar'd But curst to them that
And from my second Cause my wants proceed Then what can cause so good effect as this But thou whose Will is still in act and dead Looke what I am at best I am by Thee And when at worst in thee my hope still is For as no one but Thoâ— could fashion me So none but Thou can mend my least amisse Then what I am in deed or else in hope When I am best in both of thee I am Thou art my Soule and bodies vtmost scope Thou mad'st them both then oughst to haue the same If then Thou be my Beauties beauty yea The beauty of my Soules diuinest Part For Thou of beauty art the bancklesse Sea Who then but thou should wholy haue my Heart O Loue that burn'st in Heauens eternall Breast O Dart that woundest the whole Trâ—nitie O more much more then Crosse-wound me at least And let that Fire still burne me till I die O let my Soule melt Lord in thine applause Through holy-raging Flames of quenchlesse Loue O cause of causes this vouchsafe to cause And let these Flames their force vpon me proue O holy holy holy Trinitie Most holy Father and most gracious Sonne Most louing Holy-Ghost in Vnitie A Trinitie and but one God alone When when ô when will you three dwell in mee And make me one with you as one you are Of three make foure and one of one and three Your Essence keepe let me your goodnesse share When will it be ô when ô were it now Shall I ne'er see it ô how long delay O tedious tarrying how ô LORD ô how Shall I straight rest in thee mine onely stay Haste thee my Iesus haste deare Loue make haste I cannot stay then come my Ioy ô come My haste is great and I but Time doe waste Till I thy Loue and Time doe ouercome O my Soules Centre my Wils sweet repose Light of my Mindes Eye my Thoughts Paradise Heau'n of my Heart Companion of my Woes Salue of my Sores Cure of my Maladies Ioy of mine Exile and my Guide therein Breath of my Nostrils End of my Desires Iudge of my Life Forgiuer of my Sinne O all in all whereto mine All aspires If thou be these and all in all to mee Can I forget thee during but a Thought If so I should let me remembred be With pinching plagues to minde thee as I ought If I so much forget my selfe and thee Let my right Hand forget her cunning quight Nay let me not remember what I see That Memory so wrong'd may minde thy right No sleepe mine Eyes no rest mine Head shall haue Till thou my Head within my Heart doe rest Then enter Loue to enter ô vouchsafe It is but what thou offer'st I request Then let this offer of my Will and Loue Moue me to that to which thou me dost moue An acknowledgement of Gods gifts with desire of vnion with the Giuer IF we for fading Gifts are euer bound To loue our Friends for Gifts still loue do breed And if the Fire doe more or lesse abound According as the Fuell It doth feed Then ô how great a Flame of endlesse loue Should ô deare Lord still feede vpon mine All Sith past all measure I thy bounties proue And feed'st this Fire with Vnction-spirituall If the whole frame of Nature nay sweet Lord If Heau'n and Earth and all they doe containe Be but meere Gifts which thou dost me afford Then how shold Loue but in me more then raigne And that so much the more because there be In thee besides all Causes causing loue Which in their high'st perfection are in thee Then can such Motiues but much more then moue If Goodnesse I respect in thee it is As farre from Limit as Similitude For thou art LORD the boundlesse Sea of Blisse Because thou art the high'st Beatitude If Beautie I regard then thou art Hee That art the Fount from whence all Beauty flowes Whose Face the Angels still desire to see Whose Influence their Faces ouer-flowes If Bounty then who is so liberall As thou selfe bounty that dost gratis giue All and much more in deede then all to All By which they more then liberally doe liue If Riches who so rich as hee that owes What not If Being or what can be beside If Friendship who so kinde who for his Foes Did Death with torment willingly abide If Likenesse be a cause that loue effects Then who like that by which I am but thou For thou mad'st it like theeâ—n â—n all respects Saue that like thee it knowes not where nor how And if the END for which we all things doe The Finall END be infinitely lou'd Then who mine ALPHA and OMEGA too But thou to whom by Nature I am mou'd From thee to Thee by onely Natures skill I come and goe but goe not as I came For I came from thee iust as thou art still But doe returne opprest with sinne and shame If then to be thine Image with the rest Be seu'rall motiues strong of Loue intire Then what ought that to be bred of the best Nay bred of all but Loues eternall fire For as the Sea is greater then each Floud Which from and to her Bosome euer moues So is thy Goodnesse greater then each Good And thy loue more then other lasting loues Ah Lord what made thee make me but that loue What to redeeme me but that tender moode Of nought thou mad'st me which can nothing moue Being Nought and me redeemest to make me good O let me stretch the armes of mine Affects To hold thee to the Breast of my dâ—sires O cause of sweetnesse cause these sweet effects And make my Breast the Furnace for these Fires The Iuy still doth clip her neighb'ring Tree Because thereby it is â—dâ—anced oft Then will I cling to that on Caluaree Because thereby I shall be rais'd aloft The Iuy spreads her branches not so farre Nor by a Cedar so aduanc'd can be As my Soules pow'rs increast in vertue are And made to mount by vertue of this Tree Then ô that all my bodies Limbes were Armes That I on eu'ry side might it embrace Thy Crosse ô Christ doth blesse al thine from harmes And with ioy comforts them in woefull case O Christ that did the Crosses Tree ascend That so thou mightst draw all things vnto thee O draw me then let my life with thine end That so my life with thine may endlesse be Thou that didst Deitie to Manhood knit Two Natures so in Nature different Making one person of them infinite To make me one with the Omnipotent Grant that the vertue of that VNION May euer make vs more entire then ONE A thankfull remembrance of our preseruation notwithstanding our manifold sinnes WIth wounded Spirit I salute thy Woundâ— O all-bewounding Sacrifice for Sinne For my Soules health from thy Hearts hurt redounds Because thou dyedst to liue my Heart within With what loue shall I quite such wondrous Loue That comes from such vnheard-of Clemencie Who art
way perforce againe When thou hadst plung'd me in the Font of Grace so clens'd the filth I was conceiued in Though there I vow'd to keepe me in that case I brake my vow and me re-suncke in sinne So that sweet Temple which thou sanctifi'dst in me for thee I cursedly did blesse Raising therein that which thou least abid'st namely the Idoll of Voluptuousnesse Then liu'd I as an Out-law when it seem'd by Law or Fiend or Foe might me surprise But I of thee yet then was so esteem'd that thou by Law didst quit me in this wise The Law requir'd Death or Obedience then thou for me didst more then Law requir'd Which di'dst for sinne yet liu'dst in innocence so thou thereby didst more then It desir'd Yet ere I once did thinke vpon thy Grace I liu'd as loose as if I had beene bound To nothing but to Persons Time and Place that sought my Soule and body to confound So past my Dayes that rather lookt like Night nay rather like the Darke that may be felt Wherein my selfe ne'er came within my sight although I might mine vnsweet life haue smelt Then like blinde Baiard being bold as blinde I ranne as Fancy led me eu'ry where To doe the Deedes of darknesse in their kinde and with me others blinded so did beare Then what was it the Diuell could deuise to clog a Soule with Sinne exceeding Sinne But I to doe it was as quicke as wise the rather sith my Soule did ioy therein Then carnall beautie was the onely Sunne that warm'd me at the heart and lent me light A Light and Heate by which were quite vndone mine Eyes Heart nay Body Soule Spright For all confounded were as they had bin no more themselues but beauties shadowes vaine Attending her in whatsoeuer Sinne as Toyes that had bin stitched to her Traine Then were my Feete as swift as swiftest Roes Mans bloud to shed and so thy Forme deface My friends to wrong and treble wrong my foes to shunne the good and bad men to embrace Then those things onely pleased best my taste that were distastiue to thy sacred Sense And that time onely I esteemed waste that to thy Seruice had most reference Thy Name to my vncircumcized Eare was harsh and fill'd the same with all offence Which I did deadly hate through seruile feare but seru'd thy Foes with treble diligence The World the Flesh and thy Competitor that for my Soule with Thee do aye contend Made me their Slaue and seruil'dst Seruitor so gaue my Minde thy Kindome to the Fiend Thy Word to me seeem'd most ridiculous as full of Crackes as Contradiction And no lesse witlesse then most barberous so made I it a Ground to play vpon The fairest Church then seem'd the fowlest Iaile a Preacher like an Headsman kill'd me quite Words least diuine with me did most preuaile and Peace of Conscience still in me did fight In briefe I was for which my selfe I hate such as on whom VICE show'd what she could do When she did light but on a low estate for what Deedes shee deuis'd my Hand was to In this time of my young yet doating Age thou didst expect me Lord and lent'st me breath Yea didst attend me like that Princes Page that alwayes put his Lord in minde of Death O altitude of Grace surmounting Grace ô magnitude of Mercy most extreame How many settings-out in such a Race haue beene o'er-taken with thy Furies Streame Yet I most blessed-cursed-blessed I haue by the Mercy more then most diuine Beene suffer'd to be tir'd with vanitie and yet preseru'd till brought to Grace in fine Had Iustice hands which then still vrged were drawne me before her High Tribunall Throne And by a Quest of Angels tride me there I had beene cast and more then ouerthrowne But blest be thine vnconquer'd Patience that me forbore till I to sinne forbare And blessed be thy Mercies prepotence by which I warded was and bid beware Forcing into my Soule the feare of Hell the sight of Sinne Lifes vaine and short expence With thy Lawes strictnesse all which still impell my Heart though Steele to melt in penitence Yea when my feet were fast in Follies Stockes thou didst by Grace past Grace extort from me Whole Flouds of Teares from two most flintie Rockes my Heart and Eyes for so offending thee And when I fled from thee as if it had beene matter of small moment Thee to flee Thou follow'dst me I being worse then mad to keepe me from the Furies following mee Thus long we straue and striuing long at length thou didst preuaile and tam'd my Coltish Will Yet t was by holy Fraud and mightie Strength which claw'd me while they did restraine me still For no lesse was thy Mercies skill herein then thy Pow'rs force for sinfull Soules to cure Showes skilfull Grace and Men that most doe sinne to iustifie bewraies almightie Pow'r And ô how many Graces giu'st thou me with this meere guilt of my Vocation Firme Faith sure Hope and perfect Charitie with all the Vertues that attend thereon And though I cannot be assured Lord to serue thee to the end and meeke withall Yet doe my Faith and Hope rest on thy Word which sure doth stand though oft vnsure I fall Thy Sp'rit likewise doth witnesse to my Sp'rit that thou dost loue me more than tenderly Sith in thy Loue thou mak'st my Loue delight which loue erst lothed thy Loue mortally Blessed be thou therefore great Lord of Grace for giuing me thy deare adopting Spirit To nurse and teach and rule me in my Race and thee and me vnioynde to re-vnite And blessed be that euer-blessed DAY wherein that Ghest did make my Soule his Inne And be that Houre and Moment blessed aye wherein my Will gaue way to let him in That Day was the true Sabboth of my rest that Day I left th' Egyptian seruitude That was my second Birth-day truely blest who then was borne to all Beatitude It was mine Easter-day wherein I rose from Death of Sinne vnto the Life of Grace It was the Day my Heau'nly Husband chose to marry me and Coort me face to face Let Iob and Ieremy ban their birth-Day this will I blesse with Heart Mind Mouth Pen Sith then the Angels in their best aray saluted me as their Co-cittizen Wherein God call'd me Son and Christ dear Spouse the Holy-Ghost his Temple and when all The Holy TRINITIE did trimme the House of my poore Soule that teady was to fall Deare Lord with what deare Words or dearer Deedes no dearest Words and Deeds are all too weake To match thy Mercies but my Soule must needs quite breake if not into thy Praises breake I le sing to thee as Dauid once did sing O Lord how glorious are thy Workes of Grace And as the Angels Peales of Praises ring so will I praise thee though my voyce be base The worke of my Creation show'd great Loue and that of my Redemption more exprest Yet that of
be all my Dayes Can I loue Life which Truth doth so dispraise A Ship a Shaft a Shuttle were too slow Or whatsoeuer else doth swiftly glide The flight of Time in this short life to show But It as lesse then Nothing must abide Then ah shall lesse then Nothing make me lose Thee Thing of Things that dost each Thing enclose And what a lesse then Nothing is this Life It 's worse then Nought that 's lesser then That Lâ—sse So fraught with Mischiefe Sorrow Sinne and Strife That It like Hell is Hold of Heauinesse For who so hath most ease and rest therein Are most diseas'd most oft with restlesse Sinne. No foote of Ground Earths dismall face containes That is not ouer-laid with treble Snares A Flies foote rests not on It without Paines Besides Deaths danger and a World of cares I speake but speak with griefe what I haue found On Earth then Earth of griefe is but the Ground For scarce is one Temptation ouer-past But in the Neck thereof another comes Like Circles that Stones cause in Waters cast Which chase each other till the last o'er-comes So and none otherwise Temptations striue Which by the spoile of others best shall thriue Nay so each other to succeede were ease More then temptation vseth to admit But while the first endures like swelling Seas Another riseth worse much worse then It Then in temptations Seas with Waues thus driu'n How hard is it t' attaine the Hau'n of Heau'n The treble Snares fore-mention'd three fell Foes Doe lay for me to catch me if they can The Flesh the Diuell and the World are Those Which three still watch to catch me carelesse Man The least of which hath skill exceeding great Then how should I poore Wren their drifts defeate On this side fights my Flesh the World on that The Diuell at my Backe and all as One Doe me assaile nay doe they care not what So I thereby may quite be ouer-throwne And thus like cunning Foes they compasse mee That I may haue no way away to flee I cannot from my Body flee because It is my Clogge and I am tide thereto Nor must I It vndoe for any cause For so vndone I doe my soule vndoe If I doe feede the same my foe I fat That will assault mee much the more for that Then must I needes my Body beare about Though faine I would forsake It knew I how And yet the same is alwayes running out Yet drawes me with 't as Colts doe draw the Plow It tires my Spirit that toiles to keepe it in From being tir'de in running out to sinne Besides th'iniurious World beleaguers me This that and eu'ry way with maine and might And through the Loope-holes of my Senses Hee With my weake Soule continually doth fight Which still thogh faintly fights to keepe out death And oft poore Soule quite shee is out of breath If at those Loopes the World repulse doth take Hee sets his Slaues to watch me in my way That they may through my slippings me o'er-take And so to wound my Fame with sharp Dispraise Or draw mee els before Authority Where I may know what t' is to slip awry But that 's a fauour done against his will Herein his malice mends me makes me watch My sinfull selfe from running into ill Lest that these Fiends should me in euill catch For Lord thou know'st they watch not for my good But how by mischiefe they may suck my bloud If thee I serue they call me Hypocrite If I doe not then Atheist am I nam'd If I giue Almes t is that beg praise I might So doe I good or euill I am blam'd Then this thrice wayward World by his good will Will haue me to be Nothing good nor ill The Diuell is a Spirit which is vnseene Then how should I auoid his mortall Blowes Whose weapons are as long as strong and keene And sendeth flaming Shafts from fiery Bowes The least of which to death my Soule will wound If thou confound them not ere they confound So then these three strong armed Enimies Me ceaselessely assaile to make me fall The Flesh suggesteth to me Luxuries The World obiecteth Sweetes the Diuell Gall And all as most intire conspire in this To make me ill to liue to die amisse The Flesh importunes me with daintie food With Sleepe Sloth Lust and carnall Liberty The World doth moue me to ambitious moode The Diuell to Malice Ire and Treacherie Thus all in seu'rall sort in one agree To pare my Crowne if not to conquer me Behold ô Lord with whom I liue perforce I dwell with Scorpions Vipers and the like Which kill by Nature without all remorce And with their stings they good and bad doe strike O Lord how long how long deare Lord shall I Endure this Death the Life of misery Atheists and Infidels doe neighbour me Beside these foes and with them still doe ioyne To worke my wracke for they still boring be Betwixt thy Spirit and mine them to vnioyne Among the Tents of Kedars thus I dwell Whose In-mates are as Serpent-wise as fell Example more then Precept makes vs good And is there none that doth good no not one Then ah what can liue with this Vipers Brood That is not brought to nought no not a Stone Then I being Flesh how can I hurt auoide By them by whom eu'n Stones are oft annoid In these sore Conflicts if I should retire Into my selfe I finde me fraught within With fleshly worldly diuellish-damn'd desire The three-fold Bastard of these Foes and Sinne. Who will with them conspire to conquer me Then in my selfe I least secure shall be My Heart 's more moueable then Motion is Vnconstant fugitiue vaine light lewd blinde Wandring each way and yet the way doth misle Yet still holds on that Course by course of kinde Agent and Patient t is in Sinne and Shame That both effects and suffers for the same And as a Mill doth grinde what it receiues Els grindes it selfe if nought be throwne thereon So doth the Heart grinde what the same conceiues Else grindes it selfe till it to nought be gone But it by Nature still conceiueth Sinne Then Sinne by Nature still is ground therein But if thy Grace Lord thou therein infuse It grindes the same like flow'r of finest Wheate To make sweet Bread vnleauened to vse When as the Soule doth grinde thee as her meate And as the heart doth grinde the Soule to feede With good or bad so our liues haps succeede Sometimes it grindes but griefes infus'd by Sinne And oft but Dusty thoughts and Earthy cares Thou when such Griefs it grindes pour'st Ioy therin And me for thee by griefes that Ioy prepares Then may I say when so the Mill doth runne I had beene if I had not beene vndone But for the most part it is euer cloid Like an hard Miâ—l-stone with the softest things As fleshly lusts and vaine Ioyes ouer-ioyde And with that harts-case which most torment brings So that my Heart
the slip to all that breathe yet in so stealing he Takes all things with him like a fraughted Shippe that he doth hold when he doth fearelesse flee Vpon the World he steales and with him brings a world of yeeres wherewith the World doth weare As Men can witnesse and all earthly Things for now they be but moates to what they were Those she produc'd when she was in her youth were Ceders to these shrubs for she was then In her full vigour and gaue greater growth to all she bare for Giants were her Men. None otherwise then as a Wife in yeeres beares none so goodly Children as in youth No more this World now ouer-aged beares such as in youth she did for Grace nor growth She Giants brought in youth but now she ages she beares but Pigmies men that scarse appeare Too little to be Pages to their Pages that first she bare which shewes her end is neere And so say all that strictly doe obserue Diuine and Humane Writings and the State Of all things past and present which doe serue for signes and demonstrations of her date Within sixe dayes God made the Vniuerse a thousand yeeres with whom is but a day Then it is thought such sixe dayes shall reuerse his sixe dayes Worke that moues but so to stay But for th' Elect the foot of this Account shall be cut off then now the end appeares For all the passed yeeres doe neere amount to those sixe dayes that make so many yeeres The Worlds Parts are decaid as doth appeare Etna Parnassus and Olympus too Are not so eminent as erst they were and all that 's done seemes quite now to vndoe Now swels the Sea where erst faire Cities stood so where Men walkt now huge Sea-monsters swim And where the Earth was couer'd with her Floud now Citties stand vnneere the Oceans Brim Hils suncke Flouds dride the Planets lose their force and Plants their vertue yea the totall Frame Of Nature's out of frame the Sunne in 's course is out of course with age suncke in the same For since the dayes of Ptolomey it 's found many degrees more nigh the Earth he stoupes So like an aged Drunkard runneth round till flat he fall for more and more he droupes The Articke and th' Antarticke Poles shall wracke the Climes they couer and the Hoast of Heau'n Shall ioyne their Forces to breake Natures Backe and all confuse to which was Order giu'n Th' Astrologers will haue it end when all the Starres possesse their first place in their Spheares Which Platos yeere they stile the Hebrew Caball will haue it but endure sixe thousand yeeres Whereto agree Elias Oracles and many a sacred Saints of times more lateâ— Which Seers saw them through the Spectacles of Heau'n-holpe Ghesses cleare as most elate The World shall last say they two thousand yeeres without the Law two thousand yeeres within Two thousand vnder Grace and then appeares the God of Grace to cleare the World of Sinne. Then thou that sleep'st my drowsie Soule awake pray and be sober watch the end is neere Sinnes fruit full ripe the Kirnels ne'er so black and Iustice Sunne beginnes eu'n hot t' appeare That there shall be a Iudgement generall the most beleeue heau'ns Oracles affirme Diuines auerre the Sybils too and all the ancient Poets constantly confirme Then shall the Creatures showt the Angels call the Trumpets sound and all Men dead arise Then shall the God of IVSTICE sentence all yea be they Pow'rs or Principalities This Sentence shall be strict and shall condemne the Ill to Hell where Paine it selfe exceedes For when it meanest is it 's most extreame and where the Worme that gnawes the Conscience breedes And all for euer Euer that is it that makes All most intollerable for It Sense confounds with griefe distracts the Wit and which selfe Patience cannot but abhorre Which to the Atheist seemes impossible that Bodyes so infirme so soone destroid Should euer brooke such Paines immensible and not consume yea vtterly made voide Whereto if it be said th' Almighty will at last raise bodyes from defect so cleare That cleared so they shall continue still and all Hels wasting woes vnworne shall beare Yea Soules though incorporeall shall the while of true materiall Fire be pained still How ere it makes our Humane Reason reele yet he can doo 't that can doe what he will For they shall deeme they in their Bodies be and feele all Torments comprehensible For Soules then Bodies better fâ—ele and see sith by them onely Flesh is sensible As when we dreame without our Bodies we deeme vs within sith Sense vs not forsakes Nay without Eares and Eyes we heare and see more liuely farre then when our Sense awakes So doe the damn'd suppose they in their Flesh doe suffer that but suffer in their Sp'rit Sith Sense in them so liâ—ely is and fresh in entertaining Dolor or Delight Which in the Fount of Truth doth cleare appeare for Diues had a Tongue that was enflam'd As he suppos'd though but his Soule it were but Atheists will not know this till th' are damn'd For they except against Diuinitie Religion Faith and onely doe appeale To Reason Sense and fraile Humanitie which ne'erthelesse this veiled Truth reueale For proofe whereof the Salamander lyes and liues in fire which he desires to touch Yea most is ioy de when most therein he fries for hee 's most cold and cooles the fire as much The Adamant yea Gold it selfe if pure endures all force of fire and ne'er doth waste Shall Stones and Mettals then the Fire endure and shall mans flesh refinde in Fire not last A Peacockes flesh though dead corrupteth neuer try it who list and shall it still remaine And Mans flesh made by Death to last for euer not last it shall though it still liue in paine Lime in it selfe hath fire yet weares it not and when it 's kill'd it 's quickned then shall we Say Flesh reuiu'd must waste if still too hot when Death as from his death from it doth flee By Water that doth coole all other Heates the Lime is fir'd but poure some Oyle thereon Though Oyle feedes fire it neyther burnes nor sweates but rests as cold as any other Stone If then the nature of quicke Lime be such as Fire to hold and yet not dye with it Why should not flesh immortall doe as much when it 's enabled by Pow'r infinite Some Salt in Sicily cast in the fire straight melts to Water and in Water throwne Crackes like Fire ô who can then aspire to know the Cause that yet was neuer knowne Th' Arcadian Asbest being once enflam'd will ne'er be quencht but lasts an endlesse flame Then why not those that endlesly are damn'd being made immortall to endure the same And in Epyrus is a Fount wherein a Torch may lighted be and quenched too If these things are and more more strange haue bin why should we thinke but God can stranger doe Before Mans fall he could not
them reuiue againe And yet these thirty eu'ry Month doe die Yet eu'ry Month they liue immortally Thus by a Yeare which euermore doth raise Twelue months like sons and each month thirty dayes Time turnes o'er All and All doth ouer-turne Till in the later day himselfe shall burne And then Eternitie shall take his Roome In which is nothing past nor yet to come Wherein the subiect of my Song still is A glorious Angell in the height of Blisse Atheist stand farre from this her sacred shrine For thou art foe to all that is diuine Thou dost beleeue where ere her Corpes consumes There perisheth her soule which ne'er assumes The same againe but ô her flesh shall rise As doth her fame aboue both death and skies And why shoudlest thou the Resurrection doubt When Clouds of Proofes so compasse it about Some write that Swallowes drown'd are in the Deepe In Winter and in Summer rise from sleepe The Fly in Winter dyes in Summer liues And being drown'd warme Ashes her reuiues The Vrchin of the Sea in pieces rent Re-water'd ioynes and liues incontenent Each Graine that rots before the same doth spring Is a true figure of this reall thing Each Plant which in the Winter seeming dyes And springs in Summer shewes men dead shall rise Say a man famisht into Aire were past Yet Aire shall yeeld what it receiues at last As well as Earth and Seas shall yeeld their dead Though on them vanisht Wormes or Fish haue â—ed At first they gaue what they did not receiue Then what they take shall they not rather giue He that but with a Word made Man of nought Can he not raise him dead now he is ought If no his Arme wants wonted pow'r and length Or else wants knowledge to imploy his strength But in th' Almighty none of thâ—se appeare That knew our smallest Portions ere they were If Nothing were the point from whence did rise Creation it may be the Point likewise Of Resurrection but it Something is That shall be rais'd the easier then is this Say Men eate Men through some hard exigent And them conuerted haue to nutriment Yet shall their Excrement how ere vnmeete At last yeeld vp their Relickes pure as sweet For at that Day each man shall put on fresh Flesh of his owne and not anothers flesh And though he fed of others that shall be Restor'd the owner be it he or she And Beasts of prey that oft on Men doe feed Doe die and of them Flies or Wormes doe breed Those Flies and Wormes are often food for Fish And they againe come often to our dish All this may be and so a Man may goe Through Beasts Fish Fowle and Vermine too and fro And neuer rest though he be dead till he From that base Progresse lastly raised be Yet he that wâ—ll knew All ere ought was made Knowes where what ere created is doth vade And can but with a thought re-gather it And make it in the proper figure knit For if t' were worthy Gods Creation erst To make Man subiect to a fall at first It 's farre more worthy for his powrefull hand To raise him dead eternally to stand For Death is but a sleepe and as a Man Can wake Men sleeping so th' Almightie can Raise vp the dead so much more easily As matchlesse Pow'r doth passe Infirmitie If Heau'n be iust and there be Prouidence Then we shall rise when we are falne from hence For if the good in this Life finde but Woes And no Ioy in the next most curst are those Nay most bruit Beasts more happie are than they Who here doe most of all Watch fast and pray The Rod of Moses turned to a Snake Shewes God of one thing can another make And shall he not so faile vs in our trust Restore man to himselfe when he is dust O Heaueus fore-fend we should once so conceiue For God can neither alter nor deceiue Our Bodies are his seede Church-yards and Graues Are all his Seed-plots where his Seede he saues By sowing to corrupt to rise againe Most incorrupt and so by losse to gaine In the Cadauer some haue thought some Bonâ— Retaines the Seede of Resurrection Which kept from rotting by th' Almighties force Should raise at last the Worme-consumed Corse Some say that in the Teeth that Seede doth lie Sith Earth Aire Fire them hardly putrifie But we beleeue this Seed and doe not doubt Is not within the Body but without For when the Trumpe shall sound the dead shal peep Out of their graues as newly wakt from sleepe By that great Pow'r that there asleepe them laid Then in that Pow'r that Seede is solely staid But some doe say our Bodies cannot rise From Earth to Heau'n for that aboue the Skies No nasty Body can remaine because Such to the Center Nature euer drawes Fond men they know not then our Flesh shall be Not chang'd in Substance but in Qualitie Our Bodies shall be Heau'nly so they shall Agree with any place Celestiall Our blessed Sauiours Body once like ours Saue that it could not sinne those heau'nly Tow'rs Doe now enwall then in that Heau'n of blisse Why by his Pow'r may ours not stay with his That Water hangs in th' Aire who doth not know And by the Load-stone heauy Iron doth so If Nature can doe this what can perswade Gods Pow'r is lesse then Natures which he made No no his Pow'r that doth all pow'r comprise Can flesh refine t' inhabite so the Skies By which high Pow'r and his diuinest Grace There rests my Saint as in her proper place Her Soule there rests and in those heauenly Bowres Her Body shall when it shall rise with ours Which while too short a while it soiourn'd here It did celestiall to all Eyes appeare Then may a little mending make it fit For Heau'n that was so heau'nly out of it Thou wast rare Maide aliue s' Angelicall That dead thy dust is Metaphisicall If some shall muse why I contemplate Thee Among his Praises that most praisefull be Let if suffice them t' was of purpose done To praise thee Starre for light had of this Sunne Within the Volume that includes his praise That nought includes so his in thine to raise As when we laud the light the Sunne doth giue We praise the Giuer in the Gift and striue When most we praise the Taker to renowne The Giuers praise for gracing so his owne So and none otherwise I praise the Grace Appearing in the Soule Limbes Eyes and Face Of Natures Maister-piece this goodly Maide Of whom all good can neuer ill be said If so much heau'nly Grace and Gifts of Nature As Vertue Beautie rarest Forme and Stature Should not be grac'd by them they good then I May say the better'd are the worse thereby For still th' ungratefull for a Benefit Though bound are free from Honestie and Wit And though the vertuous for their Vertues sake Looke not for praise but striue it to forsake To keepe them
to the Graue At which my Muse being now arriu'd shall pauâ—e referring these to those that Science haue To cast vp lifes accompt and to fore-cast the stricktnesse of Lifes great accompt at last ESSAIES The Foole hath said in his heart there is no God Psal. 14.1 THat GOD IS no Man euer made a doubt if doubt some did they did it not as Men For faithlesse men by meere sense GOD finde out what are these senselesse God-deniers then They are not Fiends for they haue humane Soules and Fiends confesse with feare there is a GOD Much lesse not Angels Beasts nor Fish nor Fowles for these praise God! What then Eu'n their owne Rod. Who doe themselves tormentingly confound hardning their Hearts and so plague Sinne by Sinne Yet ioy in that which doth their Conscience wound is 't possible such Creatures ere haue bin It 's possible for such there be God wot That know not God because God knowes them not No pleasure to the pleasure of the Spirit TWo Ioyes there are whereof the one is not of Flâ—sh the one that other of the Spirit The Spirits ioy is reall actiue hot but that of flesh is vaine cold dull and light How then can they be two if but one Be one is but is but meerely in Conceit Which in Conceit is forgde by Fantazie and whatsoe'er is forgde is but deceit Yet in this meere deceit most men conceiue most pleasure to consist and it to buy They most essentiall perfect pleasure giue so make their Iudgement giue their Sense the lye For Sense could neuer tell by her Receit That such Ioy Is that is but in conceit Vanitie of Vanities all is but Vanitie Eccles. 1.2 A Mortall Eye can see but mortall Things and whatsoe'er is mortall is but vaine Then all we see is vaine though Crownes or Kings yet Men will lose themselues the same to gaine And yet thy weene they winne by so great losse ô corrupt Iudgement Men made to be lost Who will all Vices hatcht in Hell engrosse them to retaile to get but Care with Cost It 's said Light gaine doth make an heauy Purse but this light gaine doth make an heauy Heart To gaine all blessings with Gods heauie Curse is too light gaine for such an heauy Thwart For who doth purchase All at such a Price Doth buy but extreame Vanitie with Vice Fly vaine Pleasures as Paines intollerable IF Vanitie be All and All be vaine how scapes he from this All that 's All in All It is because He euer doth remaine the Cause of Causes metaphisicall Sith fiends immortall are not vaine they are for Vanitie is but the Instrument Wherewith in sport they doe this All ensnare to bring the same to Be as they are bent And so vnbend their being and distort the euen Compasse that became their Forme So Vanitie them backward bends in sport and Sathan still in sport doth them deforme O then let All that would be bent aright Beware these sports that doe distort them quite To the good the Worst fals out for the Best THe Crosse and Crowne on Earth our value try as Crownes alone in Heau'n our vertue crowne In Earth if crown'd we swell in Heart too hie and vnder Crosses we lie basely downe But yet if Grace doe Nature ouer-sway and that a Crosse or Crowne alike we beare A pride of Grace our Nature will bewray so in our Nature Sinne though dead doth steere And yet this Pride doth humble vs the more for when we mind it griefe doth vs pursue So is our Sore still cured by our Sore for still we heale as we our griefe renew This is a Worke of Nature that of Grace And this and that runnes with vs all our Race To the Lady Anne Glemmam vpon the death of her noble Father TO lye downe vnder Crosses is to lye in our Confusion for that 's Cowardize And hath no taste of true Humilitie then such prostration is an abiect Vice Nor is 't the Way from Crosses to be free to sinke beneath the Crosse which weighes the more The more we vnder it so humbled be but HEE that bore your Sinnes It stoutly bore Yet is the Crosse impos'd to humble vs nor is 't remou'd till we be humble made How much more low so much more glorious so as the Crosse doth vs not ouer-lade Then if we meeke be made we winne by losse And cut a Crowne of Glory from the Crosse. That to sinne finally malitiously is irremissible THe oftner Sinne the more griefe showes a Saint the oftner Sinne the lesse griefe notes a Fiend But to sinne oft with griefe the Soule doth taint and oft to sinne with Ioy the Soule doth rend To sinne on Hope is Sinne most full of feare to sinne of malice is the Diuels Sinne One is that Christ may greater Burthen beare the other that his Death might still beginne To sinne of frailtie is a sinne but weake to sinne in strength the stronger makes the blame The first the Reede Christ bare hath pow'r to break the last his Thorny Crowne can scarse vnframe But finally to sinne malitiously Reede Crowne nor Crosse hath pow'r to crucifie That mortall Life is a mortall Plague THis Life of ours is call'd Life most amisse which may be tearm'd more truely lifes disease Whose perfect'st Pleasures are oppos'd to Blisse and greatest paines grow from her greatest ease One hath the Plague we say and he will dye that yet may liue then much more may we say That One hath Life and Death he cannot flye for Life 's a Sicknesse mortall eu'ry way Doth mortall life then bring the mortall'st death then no Disease so mortall as it is A Plague of Plagues then is our mortall breath yet mortall Men would still be plagu'd with this Though Life be Plague of Plagues yet this desire Is the high'st Plague whereto no Plagues aspire Too much Honie breakes the Belly SWeet honied Life thinkes one that Honie draines from bloomes of Heleboâ—e this vaine Worlds-wealth Which though It breakes his Belly yet his paines seeme to his Appetite true Signes of Health O bewitcht iudgement Senses râ—ft of Sense deeme yee that sweet that yeelds Effâ—cts so sowre That spoiles the Will and soiles th' Intelligence and Soule and Body quite in dung deuoure Yet those whose Spirits are turn'd to grossest flesh nay those whose flesh seemes turn'd to purest sp'rit Are thus bewitcht which Sweetes their Sense refresh who sting like Waspes if them they lose by might If thus they fare by whom the World is led What meruell though in sweete Sinne It be dead The Foole makes a mocke of Sinne. Pro. 14.9 WHo laughes at Sin for Sin can hardly weepe who ieâ—ts thereat is mad or misbeleeues Then sith the World still laughes at Debt so deepe it showes it madly sinnes and neuer grieues Sinne is a Stinger and who feeles it not is mortifide not to but in fowle Sinnes Then doth the World in Sinne but stincke and rot for it feeles not when