The man 's in love VVhose reason 's in his Mistresse ' will This th' Primum Mobile doth move His mind her madnesse to fulfill The man 's in love and loves with skill VVhose reason 's in his Master's will The man is mad her will 's no reason The man 's wise Reason is his Will The man 's a Rebell his love is Treason Loyall he whose love His Law fulfils Hee 's wise that knowes it he knows that loves it He loves that doth it He doth that loves it PUrities foes swell like a tottering wall Threatning whole Kingdoms with their shaking fall But they proud fooles are sure to have the worst Our shaking settles us they fall and burst Courage my hearts the joy of God's our strength Then joy we most when most we 've need of strength Courage my hearts what shall such men as wee Such men as wee shall we once thinke to flee Conquerours of Mell and shrinke before a flie Sons of the everliving God and feare to die Nor is it death 't is but the end of death Our life 's our death our death 't is gives us breath Unprison'd once ever in the open ayre Perfus'd with spirits by a spirit so rare Pure simple life O that we once were not That we might be Courage my hearts 't is but This wall of mud that us and heaven parts So ne'r our Center and so slow our hearts No holy efforts Let th' unfaithfull know Their valour's cowardize to that we show Laugh death i' th' face and shout at his Alarmes Imbrace him kisse him leap into his armes Hee 's a nimble messenger will quickly beare us Where unconceived endlesse joyes shall cheare us 'S th' word given Sa Sa sa sa sa brave hearts T 's this wall of mud that us and heaven parts The wicked is Gods hand there Sword his Lancet Pricks our importun'd soule and so advance it Which cu'd we as fully espy as when we see The Chirurgion breathe a veine how glad wee 'd be T'come under th'cure of such a skilfull hand Translates us with a touch to th' holy Land Feare not he bids he 's with us now see I Our soules on Angels wings surmount the skie Come let 's ascend our Thrones against our Judges Sit wth our Judge while th'gnashtheir teeth wth grudges Wee'z see them naked trembling at our sight Devest of stollen Honours borrowed might Heare them implore the Mountaines come end them But sha'nt so ward the blows our mouths shal send them They shall not scot-free scape and who can tell How soon the quiet of the Land may dwell In homes as quiet as their soules who knowes But we may get even this day of our foes Th're many cunning false strong watch malicious He 's One wise true ne'r slumbring strength propitious And shall th'e're-waking Judah's Lion wake And rouze his heart-dead-striking head hee 'le take Hee 'le touze them in his teeth like baffling whelps And shake them into Atomes None ther 's helps From his own ceasing straite dismembring paw Of all contemners of his Gospell-Law Come let the Spirits mighty rushing winde Dispell those clouds from the corrupted mind The muddy grounds of humane braines exhald By that false Lucifer at length b'unvail'd That beauteous Light of Truth at length Traditions Damn'd with the Man of Sin Sonne of Perdition Let 's cleare our passage t'immateriat joye From these materiate obstructions cloy The Subtle veines of Sin-refined soules And in the sence the Spirits sweets withholds Come le ts unstoppe the Conduit pipes of Grace From mud and trash the sullied glasse the face Of Christ that shewes let 's cleare let 's cleare our way Through Antichrists to Christ work wait praise pray Hold up prevailing hands in praying action ' Gainst Babylon and the Babylonish faction Let God arise display his glorious rayes Dispell the infernall mists obscure his praise Undraw the Curtaines intercept his face Precipitate each Judah's to his place Betrayes him with a Ceremonious kisse Their Bishopricks be others Benefice Clothe him with Purple cry haile King bow th'knee Yet spit yet smight yet naile him to the Tree Base spirits can hold and see him so blasphem'd Not take his part by who we 've been redeem'd Courage my hearts then courage to observe All 's written in his Law on no hand swerve Help us to help thee Lord against their might In thy Pavilion hide 's and let them fight I' th secret of thy presence lead thy Lambes In gentle safe conveyance from the hands Pride-cruell hands of men of bloods then damne Then damnifie men-devils if you can Die live we are the Lords are in our way Now beare the Crosse shall weare the Crown That day Nay th' Crosse is boar'n the shame despis'd and wee Are glorious in the greatest infamie The Crosse is boar'n the feare despis'd and wee May must exult i' th' daring'st jeopardie The Crosse is boar'n the griefe despis'd and we Are Crown'd with Heaven i' th' Crossing'st miserie VVHat ailes me thus this morning why so dull The flesh the flesh my life even in the flesh 'S by th'faith o' th' Son of God O were I full Of this I 'd walk I 'd run I 'd flie afresh Nor faint nor wearies God nor I I know Shall be but reap for as he 's I am so Up Eagle-wing'd faith up remount thy mount Of Prayer mount of Transfiguration Still in this vaile of Teares Still shall I count The tedious houres of this sad alteration Still buffeted Thornes still Lord perfect then Thy strength in weaknesse thy glory 's mine Amen HAd I the faith I could doe all things cu'd Turne earth to water water into ayre Aire into fire from melancholly wu'd Extract a fluent mildnesse from that reare Spirituall breathings and they wu'd soon take fire And beare my soul unto its high desire So may my faith not only goe beyond My sence but go against it and beyond Not only lead my joyes above the earth But make my sorrows vanish into mirth T 's an infant faith that must be handed on By th'worlds supports and a decrepit one That stoops unto the ground and cannot goe Without th'upholdings of these Reedes below But mine 's more ag'd and shu'd the stronger grow Int 's oldest yeares So make me Lord to goe From strength to strength I may goe all alone When but thy Hand Word Spirit help I 've none When but this help What Make a But of That Which made the world that Al-sufficient That What have I'n Heaven but Thee in all the Earth But Thee My Heaven my Earth my All what mirth Can all the world possest afford me'if Thou Art wanting But Jehovah present how Can Worlds can Hells once move m'with all their ill Who have the God that All things hath at will When thou that mad'st the Sun to shine on all Sha't make th' worlds favours round about me fall Shu'd I salute thee with a cheerefull thankes That may be mine and not
as God T' know good and evill I 'le then plod Upon this narrow Scrutiny With all submissive industry I 'le then resigne mine eyes to thee Thou Only Wise to see for mee I 'le be a foole the only way To passe for Wise another Day CHristian O how I tremble at the Name That holds the God that holds the world in frame O what an Earthquake-Palsey shakes my limbs What Spirit-intercluding feare bedims Mine eye What quivering Agues hurry through My panting veines surpris'd with chilling dewes I tremble how I tremble at the Name Christian Shall I say so I must my Joy constraines My Joy that serves it selfe by lighter paines With weightier comforts I professe Ah Lord Make thou my Life unto my Tongue accord Christian A piece of undivided Christ Watch soule for if thy selfe thou God beliest Off Sacrilegious hands th'ungodlike man Ungodly is is not a Christian For God is Christ and Christ is Man CReep sneaking Earthworm to thy bags of Gold And glutt thy greedy Panch with hungry Clay Climbe lofty Spider to thy Heights take hold Of Princes Palaces toile night and day Spin out thy braines into a curious plot Kings Kingdomes are but silly flies soon caught And thou whose Life sayes Time was made for leisure Thou for an Ocean-sporting Behemoth To tosse to rowle thy self in Seas of pleasure Yet know the Foot the Broome the Sluce whose Breakes through th' condensed'st Earth the Aire most wrath high Reaches and draws the abounding'st Waters dry Poore Base Wretcht man Are these things to compare That are so short that Are not while they are With Him that is our Substance With the Rare Th' only Honor t' be his Son his Wisdome Th'faire Sole-pleasing Love whose pure Essentiall Light Breaths flames in all with mutuall Delight God! Christ Blest Spirit Yee-Thou-Are-art mine For ever art One With thy Self-and-Thine MAT. 12. 43 44. GOe sweep thy House and weare out all the brooms Of Ethicks to the stumps collect the sweets Of Scripture flowers garnish perfume thy roomes Thou' rt yet the Rendevous where Legion meets And revell rout's more safe till Christ ha'indwelt Thee'nd kept Possession Which had he then th'hadst felt Thy sin-purg'd-thirsty soule draw wholy up Thy daily draughts of his reviving Cup. This sin-drean'd-Christ-replenisht soule 's no rest For th'unclean Spirit but the self-full brest OH where 's a quiet Lambe a gaulelesse Dove An humble soule an all-enduring Love A Glorious-and-offence-by-passing man That sweetly smiles at All the creature can A a Psa 131. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 smoothly plained silenc't soule abides No b Isa 40.4 cum Psal 31.20 rugged rough excrescencies of Pride A fitted soule to fall in close conjunction With God t' apply it selfe to every function A patient Job meek Moses gentle Paul Upright Gods Friend Heavens Seer well may y'him call The lively Image of his Christ VVho was the lowliest-and-the High'st Blest man Hath found the Philosophique Stone That with a touch turnes Dunghils into Thrones And of a Thorny makes a Golden Crowne Admir'd Believer While he'humbly laies him downe Below th'least mercy i' the nethmost Pit Walkes as a man not worthy o' the Name He forfeited unto Eternall shame Not worthy t'look to th'God he sold for nought On any creature who all in bondage brought Below the lash o th' Diabolicqu'st tongue Satanicqu'st hand in doing doth no wrong Sits still in Heaven with Him in Heaven did sit While in the Grave far far above the reach O' th' highest reaching sins can make no breach Upon his praising Obncords far above The barking or the fawning World but prove Th'increasers of his mirth by what he felt From their attempts while here below he dwelt DEny my selfe Take Up My! Crosse Each Day And follow Thee Selfe Friends gain ease name may Not one of these parts of my self not all Serve But my self and all my self must call Thee Lord What no propriety at home An Inmate to my self And yet must come And beare Must bring my shoulders to this Crosse Nay stoope for 't too and that for My My Crosse How lights anothers though heavier far And say 'T were once ones Life a Yeare a Moneth but every day And that including subdivided times As oft as he shall please recall our crimes Unto our memory And yet thus loaden travell Nay after perfectnesse her 's that would ravell The fin'st spun with into a sad confusion To draw these premisses into a glad conclusion But wisdom 's from above and 't is not nature That sees the height bredth length depth o' th' Creator H's incomprehensible love in Christ How light 's The burthen How unconceiv'd th'delights Thus made more capable of vaster Blisse By these impos'd impossibilities To flesh and blood how much th' more room for grace For God to make our soules the happier Place Of his such wonder-working residence That makes our Faith so far exceed our Sence His Spirit his powre our own that we might be Th'more glorious Proofe of his Omnip'tencie Omnia mea mecum porto TIll thou canst make the Cross of Christ uncrown'd And snatch the Scepter from his hand confounds Kingdomes like Potsheards till thou canst controule Him that shall rowle the Heavens like a scroule And make them melt with fervent heat to give Me passage to my high prerogative It s full enjoyment till thou canst untie Or cut in two the Gordian knot where I 'M inseperably interwoaven with himselfe Till thou canst rob the everlasting wealth And dry the inexhausted Spring Or stop The invisible Influxes that doe drop That poure out * Cant. 5.16 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sweetnesses come streaming through Their pure and undiscover'd Channell to M'inlivened soule th'ebbing world shall still redound VVith flouds of overflowing comforts ground My soule above the reach of worldly cares To feast upon the sweets of heavenly fare LUKE 1.53 O May I daily empty me of me Could'st thou but fill me daily more with Thee Can'st thou deny thy selfe Or can there be Ought good but Thee Or be Vacuity In Grace more then in Nature O'make make me More humble so I rise more fill'd with Thee Ah Lord Now where am I sure this is right I here is that is worth the name Delight Here her 's a Joy that swallows all my joyes In'ts shorelesse blisse and over all m'annoyes Triumphs in glorious peace the while't imployes It 's provident security and swerves On neither hand but to an haire observes Its narrow ways untill it come t'innest I' th' omnipresent Center of his brest O may I daily sill with more of Thee T 's this filling only humbles-raises me HUmilitie and grace are commensurable take the depth of the one and you have the height have all the dimentions of the other Ex pede Herculem So much Humilitie-so much Grace-so much God or rather so much God-so much Grace-so much Humility All our disposings of our selves to him being post-not predisposings so farre as I
th' creature can For he hath most of God and who hath so He little cares which way the world will goe 'T shall never touch his heart nor taske his braine To lay about to fetch it backe againe As he whose lines are fallen in a faire Large pleasant place is made for th' worse to care If 't 'll come by faire meanes well and good hee 'le use It when and as he thinks convenient loose 'T he will ere hee 'le imploy the smallest foule Imploy't he doth that lets it pinch his soule T 's the soundest body that feeds o' th' simplest fare The soundest soule that makes his God his fare A happy man the spirit ' f a healthie mind Can in a health-injoying body finde A happie man the spirit ' f a healthy minde Can in a health-deprived body finde LIft up prevailing hands in praysing action ' Gainst Edom and the Edomitish faction There are they fallen proud Prilistims withall Their Ashdod brats so let them let them fall And never rise while on our Harpes we sing The song of Moses and the Lambe our King Victorious meekenesse gird thy all-conquering sword Unto thy potent thigh give give the word Unto thy Heavenly Host they 'l straight conjoyne With earths celestiall Armies then combine Rome Spaine France Hell take the devill and all The Mitred Captaines of the high Priests Hall Come on brave Borgias with your pransing horse Yee Popes deare Nephewes or which sounds the worse Though th' same his Base Sons whom he hath begot On an unwedded Church Change Cannon shot Into the shot of Cannon Tout d'an coup Devoure th' Presicians they 're a slender soup T' a Pulpit full of Sack a slippery yolke In lustie Muskadine they 'l never choake So well wash't downe with blood but if you thinke You'z finde as hard worke as ye had to get a drinke O' th' wary Scot close noddles constult together Hoord up i' th' deep'st Abbisse ' f y'r holy Father Jesuitick plots say a confederacie But 't shall not stand till truth it selfe can lie Come gather then together and be ye broke T'irrecomposible peeces He hath spoke Still will he thinke ye ride upon an Asse No no his white steed 's mounted Hee 'l surpasse Your forciblest finenesses Jerusalem Leape leape for joy Thy King comes and doth hem Thee round with mightie mountaines and his Hoste Is all prepar'd thine enemies to accoast For His are thine for thou art His then boast The in thee Lord thy God when thou art in th emost Inextricable dangers Here I here 's A Saint-like patience thus to chant the blisse Of bleeding wounds while their Te Deums charmes Fond soules with Swan-like songs our harmelesse harmes Shall sweetly breathe in sighes triumphant layes Of conquering Iös while our blood shall praise That name above the proudest wrath and raise A generation that shall Babell raze Stones shall be Churches and dead bones shall live E're God his glory unto Rome shall give Ther 's breath enough in heaven and dust on earth To build more men to ruine all her mirth How heaven derides these Gotham sages wu'd Drowne Eeles i' th' water drowne the Church in blood What 's the Parisian massacre forgot How crown'd with many a thousand Huganot Or th' Marian flames how oft th' Prelatique hands Were crowded with increasing Puritans Or those Ten Prim'tive persecutions what But more Christs-honourers hath their crueltio got But still the devill 's the divill although he know He workes the Saints more weale himselfe more woe So mad is envie 't had rather loose both eyes Then 'ts neighbour's one shud see 'ts deformities Courage my hearts we nor our cause can die Nay we may live to see proud Aegipt lie Dead on the shore What feare we Th' Wonderfull In Skill Power Peace Love 's ours what shall they pull The Palme from Him or shall they rend a Limbe Fro' th' Father of Spirits hurt the eye of Him Whose voyce is thunder and his eves are fire Who hands their breath then have they their desire And ne'r till then Thus in my Fort my Peace My Castle-Christ my flaming Wall ne'r cease There are they fallen yea though I thinke I fall And all my fellow souldiers for thus call We death because we thinke it so when 't is The onely rise unto our perfect blisse Th' irrevocable word 's past decree 's sign'd All things are present to a faithfull minde For hee sees all in God but he sees all At once and thus while he beholds hee 'le call Things past and future present things that are As they were not that are not as they were Let kingdomes clash and their foundations shake Haughtie hearts shrinke to their heele let fury take The loftiest Hills and hurle them in the Maine Let th' lively Sun his sprightly raies refraine And wraps 's in sable might let heaven and earth Meet in confusion while hell yawnes our mirth Shall that be swallowed up by this our joy That none can take away no foe n' annoy Rouse up brave spirits glorifie the name Of that great God that ever is the same And we in Him life death principalities Powers things present things to come shall these Disjoyne us from our God if once in Him One as He is One What is it that can dim Our glorious inutterable joy That sparkles purer luster from th' alloy That streames more radiant luster from th' alloy Of foyling griefe A joy whose native heate Growes stronger by the winter winds that beate Upon 'ts concentred spirits A joy that rises Higher yet higher by the fresh surprises Of 'ts Arke-secured braveries from all The Ocean-inundations can befall Nay leade me captive griefe yet one I know Shall captive thy captivitie and show Thy open spoyles as Trophes while I sing How sweet's the memory of sower to bring To minde those tempests past while hous'd in heaven I feast on Leelesse Wines rich marrow and leaven Untouched bread So great ill turn'd to well 'T is makes his glory-and-my good excell Ther 's nothing nothing ill but all is well Is alway well to those whose wayes excell Thus is th' upright as farre from 's neighbour as hell From heaven here well is ill there ill is well Nullius addictus jurare in verba Magistri NO give me A Philosophick Ingenuitie A Bacon Luther truth-exploring braine Can cull the Wheate from th' Chaffe and bring a graine To th' graynarie of knowledge no lazie pate Will nothing else but reade heare transcribe translate And take what 's brought it at adventure an idle drone Will suffer any thing ere 't will worke but one Whose naturalls can't indure t' be Aristotl'd With ipse dixits nor his spiritualls throtl'd W'th a Spirituall Lord's irrefragable propositions But h's free-borne spirit mak's exquisite inquisitions I' th' depths of grace and nature scornes to have His judgement strangled like a Turkish slave B' usurping tiranny a noble soule Whose understanding w'll suffer no controule But from