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A sea of the seed's sufferings through which runs a river of rich rejoycing ... written in the year 1659 in Rome-prison of mad-men, by the extream suffering servant of the Lord, John.
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J. P. (John Perrot), d. 1671?
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Wing P1629; ESTC R38201
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A SEA OF THE SEED'S Sufferings Through which Runs A RIVER OF Rich Rejoycing Thick Darkness girds the hours of Death's black day A Mourning Seed weeps over her wry Way Damosels yet shall their Dowries large possess And dance at Marr'age in the Lamb's Wifes Dress But whilst the Earth Blood as a Garment wears Upon her Face I 'le drop my trickling Tears In this my Sea that Soul which wadeth deep Shall know my Flood-sluce and apart shall weep Filling his measure under Pharaoh's frown His End shall be to wear a weighty Crown Written in the Year 1659 in Rome-Prison of Mad-men By the extream Suffering Servant of the Lord JOHN London Printed for Robert Wilson at the sign of the Black-spread-Eagle and Windmill in Martins Le Grand 1661. To the Congregation in the Valley of Megiddon which are come to the Mourning as it was in the Dayes of Hadadrimmon I Am a Worm poor and low which in the Earth doth creep Hid as the tender Plant with Snow in time of winter deep So saith the Seed grievous Oppressions long have bin My weighty burthens ages spreading clouds of sin Have wrapt me up and roul'd me under trouble I stand the same they perish'd as a bubble Hills Mountains Rocks have cover'd me procelsive swelling Seas Weights raging waves I feel and see my burden's without ease In Egypt's Land wherein like as a slave I 'm bound And made the subject of her Rulers arrows wound And in my bleeding state am made the stock Which ev'ry heart therein doth hate and mock I as the innocent Turtle-dove that 's left without a mate Do mourn in secret full of love whilst all flesh doth me hate And in the Wilderness like as a helpless Lamb Doth lie bleating out grief at side of a dead dam And like a Babe at a dead Mothers breast Strugling for Milk so am I without rest Doth Vi'lence in the Land flow and am not I opprest I would that all Nations did know how they have dispossest Me of th' Inheritance to which I was Heir born And shut me out of doors and left me as forlorn Subject to Sufferings in a Sea of danger In all the Earth a Pilgrim and a Stranger Hunger Thirst Nakedness and Cold yea pangs of pain I eat To which Oppression doth me hold Tears are my drink meat Sighs in the deeps do gird me as a swadling-band The Night 's black womb of wrath 's my bondage in the Land Oh! where 's the Eye that doth my Suff'rings read Who am of Jacob's loyns that Worm and Seed Nations Hosts mighty Powers as one in Battle array are set Kings Princes Multitudes unknown their Spears and Swords have whet The alienated Jew and Gentil's fallen Will Vnited are design'd mine innocent blood to spill Gog and Magog's great Host have thus decreed To cut down ev'ry branch of Abraham's seed I lodg in Deserts under boughs which thorny trees have spread When I would rise then Hell in Vows moves on this worm to tread Who am that Grain against which all the World stands In wilful Enmity and Wrath in Troops and Bands As thus as desolate involv'd in grief Left languishing in Earth without relief I speak of flesh the flesh of Son of Man Which past not flaming Sword nor fiery Fan. Though I do pant all flesh is as an Adamant My trickling drops man's spirit doth not move Of sweating blood encreasing on me as a flood Ah! how each day doth he gain-say my love My Virtue pure his Lust abhors which doth allure God's host of Angels in the Heav'ns to wed Though I descend yet mark man's desperate cursed end In Oath he 's bound deadly to wound my head What shall I say Blood is the travel of my day Earth's thundring rage blown forth by Lightning's breath Doth post and fly pursuing Life Ah! hear my Cry What! shall I weep in Oceans deep to Death I could not hope but that each sigh and groan With ev'ry tear is dropt before God's Throne A Song for that Assembly HEaring the Seed's fore cryes my heart did think How bitter is the Cup given thee to drink And pond'ring well mine Eye did plainly see That like spread-nets sorrows have compast thee Whilst in the shallow waters I did wait Like as the least I saw thee made the bait The little Dolphin's spaun in ev'ry hour Pursu'd by Fishes which would thee devour And whilst I waited the Deeps did me cover Wherein I saw where thou swim'st swift to hover The Whale the Shark the Porpos and the Hake In scools do chase thee fierce a prey to make Holes then in Rocks thou mak'st thy hiding-place To save thy Life from their most cruel chase Thou swim'st in Deeps the longest course of fears There 's not another which such Suff'ring bears When unto shore I came with lift-up head Thy many Woes on Earth I plainly read And then in secret said Sure few do wey Thy Suff'rings great hunted as for the prey Of Wolf Fox Lion Tigar and of Bear Which houl and roar thy Lamb-like flesh to tear Wild-Asses snuff up Wind fed-horses rush All against thee Bashan's black Bulls do push With all their force and might with strong-set horns Pointed like Spears as sharp as pricking thorns The Cockatrice hid in a secret place His Jaws hold venom to spit in thy face The Crockadile with Man's voice feigns his cry To slay thy life he weeps in subtilty If that in pity thou shouldst haste to see What should the cause of such sore mourning be Thus as a snare in secret he doth watch Thy tender Life his deadly mind to catch Whilst standing still and lifting up mine eye Flocks of devouring Birds I did espy In th' Air with watching eyes soaring aloft At which I suddenly conceiv'd the thought And in the secret closet of my mind I said They seek the little Wren to find Which in much fear in Thickets hid doth lie Whilst Hawks and Vultures over thee do fly Their Bills and Tallants all prepared are Watching thy rising at thy Life to sparre The Eagle flyeth with a fixed will To tear thy tender flesh with her strong Bill The Ostrich great which Iron can digest Prepares her appetite on thee to feast The cruel Dragon of the Wilderness Pursues thee fierce in time of thy distress With clashing wings and scales flying most swift As if to find thee Heaven and Earth would sift He spues out deadly venom as a fluction Restless in life whilst seeking thy destruction The fiery-flying Serpent's flaming breath Spreads burning in the Earth seeking thy Death Many a subtil twist with tayl and wrench With head and body he works to entrench Upon the borders of thy Liberties Thereby to catch thee as a prey and prize He stretches Wings in Elements most high Burning in flames as he his course doth fly Aloft ascending shining in the Air As if he were a blazing-star most fair And as the Polisher of Hell's wombs snares In sort most subtile
all his Compounds new create one Flower VVhich of Earth's substance shall partake and feed And flourish yeelding perfect seeding Seed Can he the nature of the Lilly's Seed Change into an offensive hurtful Weed Or else the Virtue of the Primrose-plant And Violet by all his Wisdom scant How knows he when the virtu's more or less Hath he to Curse and have not I to BLESS Knows he that Plant which grows in Woods obscure Whose root of Pestilence is perfect cure I 've seen Physicians Herbals large which want Description of that fragrant Root and Plant Doth he know which of ev'ry Seed shall grow Whilst yet in hope he spreads his hand to sow Or when in blade sprang up new-shot in ear Is he assur'd which Reed shall encrease bear Who dwells in Deeps where Virtues life reposes Hid in the Root which odours gives to Roses VVho knows where Pleiades hath built his Bowre Of Spices deck't with ev'ry fragrant Flower VVho in the Earth hath digg'd so deep to see Him cloath'd with Sap of ev'ry fruitful Tree VVho spreads the Vine-leaf as a Summer-shade And as with Jewels doth her branches lade She prospers pleasant in the Valleys low In Vintage making Fat 's to overflow Can Man whose Study's but as mudled mire Make Plants in Eden spring of sparks of fire Whilst vertuous Shiloh which in flames reposes Of burning Coals makes sprout forth Damask Roses Which Mortals know not with which hand to handle Whose Light 's thick Darkness spread by Shiloh's Candle To whom all souls must come by Transformation To know the Work mysterious of Salvation He 's full possest which in his right hand reads His Line of Life unto Perfection leads Which seals the doom of his most woful state Whom death cuts off in sin's chains captivate Who answers me in word of Visitation Which perfect tryal brings on ev'ry Nation Who can set bars by strength of his right hand To bolt out famine sent to smite a Land Where is that King which on the Earth doth reign Which fire sword and plague can bind and chain And who can say but those and many more My Judgements yet a little held in store Shall quickly sweep the earth and in this wise Cut off all lovers of their lusts and lies VVho numbred hath the arrows of my quiver Prepar'd for battle Jacob to deliver Have I not said there is for him a day At hand and am I yet to seek the way In which mine own unsearchable Decree In all earth's compass perfected shall be Can man's frail life and strength on his back bear The weight of my sheild buckler sword and spear Let vain man answer in his pride and lust VVho made all Nations in ONE of the dust Or who gave Counsel or materials brought To assist me in all that I have wrought VVill he not understand amid'st his joy That he which made can ALL at once destroy Kings Princes Nations all degenerated Have they more strength than what 's of dust created To David's sling what is Goliah's spear If I strike Dread who 's he that shall not fear I could yet question man time without end VVhilst in a word all things I comprehend But that in folly he himself may know I 'll sum up all in ONE of what 's below Can man whose contract in death's-day stands dated Create a work of what 's not yet created VVorm where wert thou before the sun ascended Or e're that I my first days work had ended Or where when the first fixed Stars did sing A joyful Song of Praise to their high King Moreover I demand vain man to prove Can he yet answer me in Heav'ns above Can man the Storms rebuke or can he check The moving Winds are Whirlewinds at his beck Can He the Heavens Influences sweet Turn back and cause that in the season meet Nor Heat nor Cold times tepid Dews nor Rain Shall be in all succeeding dayes again Can Man Heav'ns bright Clouds in his weak hand hold Or all the moving Constellations fold And roul up in a secret place to hide Them where they never more shall be espied Or is He such a Powerful Commander That at his beck all fixed Stars shall wander Can mortal Man in his corrupted will Stop the Moon 's course or make the Sun stand still Can he the Morning spot or the Sun stain Or can he Thunders bind or Lightnings chain Can Man his hand to the third Heav'ns streatch And therewith violently make a breach Through bars of Brass which bolt fast doors of Steel Much more in substance than Earth's Orb or Wheel And so lay waste in his fond will and pleasure What 's there contain'd of Jacob's certain treasure Could he do all these still I 'm far above The Heav'n of Heav'ns where nought besides doth move Can Man cut off Strong-fire-all's renting Claws Or draw his Teeth out of his burning Jaws Doth Man's Eye make him tremble with a look Or can he tear his heart out with a hook Each of his Joynts are as an Iron hill His Teeth grinds Carcasses as in a Mill His Nostrils flames seeth in his Cauldron Whales And fryes the flesh of Kings in his cast Scales He gapes like Gulphs as if he hungry were Thirsting for Blood he roars the Prey to tear His Furnace fire in Brain-pan of his head Boyls Cauls and Blood of every heart fat fed Can Man his brazen skin rent as a rag Or joynt his tayl which Ocean 's deeps do drag He waves his Wings over his Steel-barr'd Cage And Storms impetuous move in roaring rage The foaming Seas like Mountains full of breaches His Motion turbulent her Womb's deeps reaches His glazed sparkling Eyes appear most fierce Nor Shot nor Weapon can his Body pierce Steel Brass and Iron unto him are straws Their strength sev'n times compos'd's not like his Claws He shakes his Back which makes his Scales to rattle Like shouts and clashings of a dreadful Battle Hath Man yet seen the measure of his Bow And Arrows length Or how came he to know His Golden Shrouds Six over ev'ry shade The Seventh shuts in the Mould that he hath made He walks in secret in the deepest dark And leaves his Relique it 's a fiery spark He marks his Path out by a Line obscure If two would walk therein one 's snar'd most sure Can he whose Fame spreads as Ahithophel Reach round that Sphear which is his lowest Cell All 's mean to me which in thine Ear I sound Heights reach not me nor Deeps the most profound VVorm where wert thou before Time did commence And what stood then against me as defence VVho then was with me counselling in decree Or what doth Man think Time hath alter'd Me Man's mighty Mountain's now to me no more Than 't was ere Light past through Heav'ns open dore I see the Counsels Leagues and Pow'rs of Hell Satan and his Angels in that black Cell The Divil had time with him that first did sin And before that