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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43038	Divine meditations upon some of the virtuous, and vitious women, in the Scriptures wherein, as in a glass, every one may see their own faces; whether fair, or foul; deformed, or comely. A work worthy their spare-hours; which, by the grace of God, may work an holy emulation in many, either to equal, or out-vie their sex in virtue. By William Harvey, minister of the Word of God.	Harvey, William, minister of the Word.	1661 (1661)	Wing H1092B; ESTC R216453	24,926	90

Sanctified life as thou didst into the world thou hadst but shook the Tree beat the Bush or started a Hare produced a Saviour to thy Fellows and been a Cast-away thy self But thou shakest off those Vermine at once puttest to Non-plus thy base Parasites and Clawbacks as if they were Planet-struck My Soul doth magnifie the Lord and my Spirit hath rejoyced in God my Saviour What Spirit then was he of that belched this Blasphemy Hear it and let both Ears ringle Mary is the Mediatrix of our Salvation of our Conjunction Justification Reconciliation Intercession and Communication How doth this agree with her own Magnificate But why should I foul my hands with such dirt and rubbish Learn humility from the Mother of our Lord even from her who was highly favoured and be not conceited of your own worthey she-Saints God sees no sin in you as you would make us believe and therefore are above Ordinances The Preaching of the Word and Administration of the Sacraments according to Divine institution concerns you not for you are Babes of Grace and by your second Baptism contrary to Scripture and the Practice of the Primitive Church your sins are washed off This is the Tale you tell us though with the Sow that was washed you are turned again to your Wallowing in the Mire 2 Pet. ii 22. Never had the Devil such an Harvest since the world was as in these late Times of Reformation and who would think it Any with half aney might well see what sad effects that thing called Liberty of Conscience would produce Meditations upon Miriam I Have met now with a Prophetess and a Virgin both one that was Sister to a Prince and Priest But this did not so much Enn●ble her as her Vertues for her chiefest Ornaments were the Graces of her Soul and the more precious Jewels were inclosed in that Cabinet How bravely didst thou lead thy women in their dance before the Lord With what grace didst thou foot it Every step sounded forth the praises of the most High Thy Song was gracious and like thy Spirit it returns to him that gave it The subject of it was praises and their Object the Lord. Like the Smoak of Incense they ascend upwards and as a most sweet Perfume disperse a redolent smell throughout the Camp Surely this was no other then the house of God and this was the Gate of Heaven Hear the burden of her song and let it ravish your hearts and draw them to divine contemplation Notone syllable but Emphatical (a) Exod. xv 21. Sing unto the Lord for he hath triumphed gloriously the horse and his Rider hath he thrown into the Sea Most Angelical when the matter of our exaltation intends onely the glory of God when the stream of our affections run that way Incomparable is that Harmony when every string speaks an Hallelujah and that voice Seraphical which warbles forth such Musical Airs to the piercing of the Clouds O my Soul how divine are thy raptures into what extasie of joy art thou swallowed Mayst thou with Noah's Dove finde no rest for the sole of thy foot till thou return to this Ark. Let that Mariner suffer Shipwrack which will not make to this Port and those Rivers before ever dryed up whose reflux tends not to that Sea where they have their flux and overflowings Lift up thy self then thou Worldling and let not thy thoughts with Staan compass the Earth to and fro and walk up and down in it Thou Dor end not thy flight ever upon a dunghill Prove not thy self unnatural (b) Os homini sublime dedit celumquoe tueri Jussit Ovid. To man an erect Front and Face is given That he might Soar aloft and look t'wards heaven Seek those things which are above where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God saith the Apostle he that was wrapt into the third heaven Coloss 3.1 The Birds of the Air the mute Fishes of the Sea and brute Beasts will instruct thee They all move in their proper Sphere Philosophy will tell thee that ponderous things tend downward and light the contrary Throw but a Stone in the Air and how it will hast to its proper Center Take a Fish out of the water and it will gasp for Breath Shall all Creatures both Sensitive Vegetative the insectile too the poor silly Fly praise the Lord in their kind and is the Prince of all Man alone defective Shall he so basely degenerate The Poet will clear the Point Populus me sibilat Horat. Plaudo ipse domi et nummos contemplar in area The people hiss at me they laugh and at me wink At home I praise my self and count my Chink With the blind Mole the wretch is ever under ground and casting up alwaies Earth above him As a Pioner he and as another Nero he rips the womb of his mother Like green and liquid fuel he quencheth that fire which should kindle his thoughts into an holy Flame and make them Sparkle and mount upward to heaven Though he liveth moveth and hath his being from God onely yet he will not pay one Pepper corn of Thankfullness in acknowledgment of his Lord of whom he holds all that he injoys and being but Tenant-at-will may every minute be ejected turned out his bense of Clay and cast into that Infernal Prison from whence he must never expect Redemption till he hath paid the uttermost mite Meditations upon Hannah HEre 's a steril Woman but not Barren for she is big with Grace and bare in her Soul those lovely Twins of Faith and Supplication She was not impatient with Rachel Give me Childen or else I dye but humbly addresses her self to him who hath the Key of the womb and who alone withheld the fruit of it She in the bitterness of her Soul prays to the Lord yet her Lips move onely to prevent all sinister acceptions She was not long-winded hypocritical Pharisee No Enthusiast or gifted sister those pretenders of Sanctitie who have a name that they live but are (a) Revel iii. I. dead Neither was it out of too much fondness or indulgency to dandle a puppet on her knee which is the fault of many mothers neglecting the mean while the main business it's breeding and Religious education but vows and performs it too to give him unto the Lord all the days of his life I cannot but admire her Pietie and deservedly say of her as they sometime of Judith There is not such a Woman in the Earth She hath now a Son and she brings him to Eli and the Child ministers unto the Lord before the Priest Our Women for the major part run into extremes either they are too cruel or too mild The mean in which virtue consists that arrow flyeth beyond them Some are rather Step-dames then natural Mothers Others again with the Ape kill their young with embracing This of the two is more Common with the feminine gender Their beloved Adonijahs they will not