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Poems on several occasions originals and translations.
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Dingley, William, 1672 or 3-1735.
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1694
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Wing D1503; ESTC R837
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Destroying seems to Save Great was the Power great the Love Divine Which all preceding Miracles out-shine A meaner Prophet's Bones could once before When Dead themselves the Dead to Life Restore 'T was the Great Prophet's high Prerogative To make himself as well as others Live No Trumpet 's sound that body need revive Which is the Resurrection and the Life The Captain of Salvation needs no Call Nor Summon'd be himself that Summons all With him dead Saints forsake their ancient Urn With the Redeemer the Redeem'd return And by Experince teach us to believe All dye in Adam all in Adam live Fix then my Soul confide in this Belief And to thy Faith conform thy future Life Since that from Death thy Saviour rais'd has bin Rise from the Death Eternal Death of Sin Let not the Living Death as Life the Dead surprize Like wicked Souldiers sleep while holy Saints arise For tho' even these are Destin'd once to dye Death seems to them not Death but Extasy To the Late BISHOP of BATH and WELLS on his Departure from that See To You Great Sir my humble Muse is come To Pity since she can't reverse your Doom My Magdalene Converted first by You Stands afar off and does your Sorrows view Your Sorrows No. Your Temper I forget You kindly welcome ev'n the hardest Fate You quit your Diocess your Office leave With less Reluctance than you did Receive Contentment such a Blessing is as may By teaching to sustain the Loss repay Your Virtues all like Starry Orbs appear Brightest and largest in their lowest Sphere Ingrateful Wretch and cruel should I be To bear thy Loss as patiently as thee Ye Men of Bath for him let Tears be shed Who cloath'd the Naked who the Hungry fed Who nought for Private or Self-ends would save But like th'Apostles all in Common gave Thus he his Talent too of Knowledge us'd No less his Doctrines than his Goods diffus'd Ye Baths who oft turn others Pains to Ease Weep for your own as well as their Disease You who might once Bethesda's-Pool excel His Blessing made the Healing-Waters Heal. No need of a Celestial Angels Care When he Angelick-Man resided there But now your Efficacy will decrease Make Desolate the once frequented Place No Naham sure had bath'd his Body here Had not the Great Eiâ—ha dwelt so near At his Removal from that happy See None so Indifferent so Calm as he With the same Patience he his Wandrings bore As he had his * When with 6 other Bishops imprisoned in the Tower Confinement done before Tho we in him his Masters hardships read Who scarce knew where to lay his weary Head Adam my Pity shall no more engross Who bought an Apple with a Garden 's loss His Guilt depriv'd him of that blessed Coast Here Innocence its Paradise has lost Upon the Monthly FAST WHile Heathen Monarchs on themselves rely While they Mezentius-like the Gods defy Banquets and War are fit Companions thought As if they enjoy'd the Prey for which they fought These make the Pigmy soon Gigantick grow These make him Plump these Tall these Lusty too Yet ev'n these Feasts have chang'd to bloody War And made a Captive of a Conqueror While foul Excess thwarting their prime intent Impairs that Strength their mod'rate Diet leut But Christian Kings when they are Warlike seen Display a meaner yet a nobler Scene No costly Dainties crown the modest Board Each has a Stomach sharper than his Sword Till by their rig'rous Abstinence they grow As much their own as Adversaries Foe These are the means which pious Kings advance Above the reach of Conduct or of Chance Their Tears become the only Drink they tast Groanings their Musick Penitence their Feast When mortify'd with Hunger they repine They swallow Foes who plentifully Dine Foes clogg'd with Gluttony immers'd in Wine Unlikely these should bear the Spoils away Pharaoh's Fat Kine became the lean ones Prey He most secure from mortal Wounds is grown Who does not what Achilles once had done Baths not in Stygian Waters but his own Not such as those to Cowardise we owe Not such as parting Friends may challenge no. The Guilty Conscience makes the watry Eye That troubling Moon dos raise the Tide so high So Good Cornelius Fasting mixt with Tears Not for himself but for his Sins he fears And were his deeds by every Souldier shown The Red-coat almost would excel the Gown Nay those who cannot in the Field appear Tho' not in Person may be useful there Might we their lifted Hands like Moses see Reach up to Heaven and thence pluck Victory Then would their potent Prayers make us grant The Church Emphatically Militant And ev'n the Sacred Temple not in vain Reduc'd to Tabernacle once again What Palat now don 't Royal Dainties cloy Which cannot them with naked Swords enjoy Those Swords make ev'n a Feast become a Fast Whose very Sight can serve to wound the Tast 'T is Abstinence the healing Med'cine proves Abstinence Food at once and War removes Juno was forc'd to tast a Flower e're she Conceiv'd bold Mars War's bloody Deity Then pleasant Food as you would him eschew What first created War will War renew Would you have Tumults and Sedition cease By Fasting first within your self make Peace This will make furious Passions gentle grow Reduce the private and the common Foe This will compose Divisions this at length By Aiding thus extract from Weakness Strength The Final DISSOLUTION A Wake I cry'd awake my Tuneful Lyre Thou by thy various Notes thy self a Quire I struck she Groan'd I struck again but she Gave only Shrieks instead of Harmony When lo The loudest last Sound grates my Ear The Trumpet Natures Passing-Bell I hear The Sun asham'd to see his Doom does shroud His radiant Beams behind Night's darkest Cloud The Moon too Blusheth at her Fate in Blood And weeps her self into a Crimson Flood The falling Stars which falsly we so call Turn Lies to Truth and actually Fall The Heavens with more than usual Thunder shake And with their own not Earthly Substance crack The Lightning now from East to West does shine And all into one mighty Bonfire joyn The Elements dissolve with servent Sweat Ev'n Fire and Water now agree in Heat The finged Air not long since Liquid dries The breath of Life like those it leaveth Dies The parched Earth burns next and Cedars tall With Nether-woods are Fuel e're they sall The lofty Mountains with Convulsions tear As many Aeana's as are Hills appear Their Tops are kindled first which most aspire And Pyramids are more than like to Fire Thro' Stones thro' Clay the Flame its passage breaks To its Assistance it all Matter takes No more in Lime or Flints its presence cloaks These unstruck sparkle that untemper'd smoaks Beneath the Surface of the Earth does stray While hidden Metals melt themselves away Gold in Earth's Bowels cannot lie secure Ev'n in its Mines the Furnace does endure But to consume it not to