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A10731	Seuen poems diuine, morall, and satyricall : the [brace] viz. Celestiall publican, Spirituall sea-fight, World, Flesh, Vicious courtier, Iesuite, Deuill : together with sundry epitaphs and epigrams / by N.R. Gent.	Richards, Nathanael, ca. 1600-1652.	1631 (1631)	STC 21010.3; ESTC S4444	28,419	138

SVSPICE CAELVM DESPICE MVNDVM RESPICE FINEM SENTIT E. SVPERA NON TERRESTR Vera ac viva Effigies NATHANAELIS RICHARDS Gen TR sculp Seuen Poems Diuine Morall and Satyricall viz. The Celestiall Publican Spirituall Sea-fight World Flesh Vicious Courtier Iesuite Deuill Together with sundry Epitaphs and Epigrams By N.R. Gent. Coelum Cupio Printed at London for Roger Michell dwelling in Charterhouse-lane 1631. TO THE HEAVENLY LOVER OF DIVINE POEMS GOod Bookes Good Minds best please where bad Mindes be Desert shall still be raild at Vice passe free Enuie Debate Pride Flatterie and a whore The Vicious minded Foole mindes nothing more Harlots for hot sinne-offerings shall finde Fauour and Friends to them the World is kinde But when the wealth of Soules in Vertues Line Leuells Man's crooked Thoughts to thoughts Diuine 'T is sleighted then Most Worldlings like false Friends Loue not for Vertue but their owne base Ends. Times Lordly Churle deepe read in Errors Schoole Esteemes Plaine-Dealing but a Vertuous Foole Therefore to thee whose Sacred Soule desires Celestiall Solace Heauenly Holy fires To thy Religious thoughts apt to preuent And fly from Sinne to thee I this present Here 's no Luxurious Verse to please the Eares Of Whorish Mindes stranger to blessed Teares No Court-Confounding Complement nor stile Of feigned Poesie nor base Flatries Guile Soule-suffering Griefe for sinne I here expresse Wishing to All Immortall happinesse True Penitence gaines Heau'n throwes Sinners downe To raise them vp to an Immortall Crowne Deuoted to Your Vertues NATHANAEL RICHARDS THE CELESTIALL PVBLICAN I That haue imperfections on my head Past Starres in number or those sands that spread The vast Seas bottome shall not I confesse How oft ' gainst God I desp'rately transgresse Put off Repentance still from day to day Abuse his Mighty Patience still delay His dread Command And like a senselesse Sot Vnmindefull of his Mercies minde them not No sooner doe I finde a good thought take me But from that Vertue Flesh and Blood doe shake me The longer life the more I sinne and fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Let others boast their goodnesse for my part Wretch that I am I haue a sinnefull Heart So tyde and bound fetter'd and chain'd within So strong a Prison such a Maze of sinne That 't is as farre vnlikely for me worme E're to winde out as for to raise a Storme Or slacke a Tempest Workes of Wonder stand Farre from the Reach of Mortals weake command None but the Hand of God his speciall Grace Can pull me forth the Dungeon of disgrace 'T is God that frees poore Man from all the Vices Of this Worlds wicked villanous Entices And shall I then in impious wayes vneuen Offend so good a God Defend me Heauen My trembling Conscience tels me I haue beene A very fearefull Sinner Slaue to sinne Of all Men most vnworthy of Saluation My sinnes deserue Heauens wrath Hell damnation Yet Mercy Mercy Lord Mercy I craue Shield my sad soule from th' infernall Graue * Strangle my growing sinnes in their beginning * Demollish Lord in me Custome in sinning * For that is such a kinde of desp'rate thing * Men dreame not on O 't is a damned sting * And thus it creepes on vs thoughts that are bent * To Euill get Delight Delight Consent * Consent drawes Action Action Custome breedes Simile * And as the Sick-Man whom his owne death feedes * Custome at large takes sense of sinne away * Sends soules to Hell when 't is too late to pray The Doome supernall neuer findes returne To call thee backe to Grace thinke on 't or burne Thinke Heau'ns sweete siluer Saints-Bell toles all in To fright thee eu'ry Morne from vggly sinne Let Mercy eu'ry Euening which do's keepe Thee from Day-dangers Death resembling sleepe Be to thy soule a Prayer Booke t'imprint Teares in thine Eyes Griefe in thy Heart of flint Be it so heauenly Father vnto me To me and eu'ry one Make vs to see And shunne Sinnes Custome with thy sacred wings Guard vs from Danger Blessed King of Kings Thou that at Home abroad at Sea on land Here there and eu'ry where didst euer stand My sure Protector ' gainst griefes infinite Danger the Iawes of Famine Worlds despight Sicknesse sad discontent when I and Care Shooke hands with sorrowes Minion deepe despaire At that most wretched Time my thoughts lockt vp Beyond all hope of helpe then Mercies Cup I freely tasted blessed be thy Name To me my Gratious God proue still the same In my Extreames of griefe I call'd on thee Mercifull God and thou didst set me free Thou wert my onely Comfort in distresse Food Rayment all my Cure in heauinesse My true Physitian in vnruly madnesse Celestiall Musicke in my sadest sadnesse Though all the World forsake me God is kinde He solace giues to my disconsolate minde O be the same for euer may no ill Seduce my soule to disobay thy will While others carelesse of their Soules true health Greedie like Hell hunger for worldly wealth Preferment Pride th' insatiate Diuell Lust Luxurious Fare and vainely put their trust In glassie Glory couzening State behauiour In valour Conquest and Monarchall fauour While Soules thus erre O thou the Lord of light Make me Heauen 's Champion Vertues Fauourite * Field Honor 's but a Vapour the sound brest * Puts on Church Armour Faith and sleights the rest * In loue to Vertue and true godly feare * Dwells Honour not in Darts Bow Sling or Speare * Not in vaine Beautie Strength the Pride of Wit * Presuming Riches Learning Valour Credit * High Birth Nobilitie nor Grauitie * Humanitie nor yet Virginitie * But in the Humble Soule whom holy Storie * Speakes to maintaine God and the Gospels Glorie * The King and Kingdomes safety Churches Peace * The Virgins Right Widdowes and Fatherlesse * These are the Noble steps which euer waite * On Vertues Court 't is the true way of State * That neuer failes as sacred Scripture saith * The humble meeke Religious Knights of Faith O Heau'nly Father giue me Grace to fly Delight in sinne or suffer me to dye * Pleasures are poysons to this Soule of mine * There 's no true Ioy on earth but what 's diuine Lord teach me for to prize this world at naught Vpon thy Blessednesse be all my thought * Make me my God in hate to impure liues * Kicke at that Life which Life of Heau'n depriues Make me to feele those wonted holy fires Which rapt my soule in sanctifid● desires Rauisht all sense and with admir'd amaze Expos'd me to that blessed burning blaze Of glorious contemplation thoughts diuine Simile Then like Heauens Tapers in my Soule did shine But now that Glory failes my soule hath seru'd Folly so long 't is readie to be steru'd Darke sinnes desire hath dimm'd the Christall sight Of Meditation turn'd my Day to Night To dismall Night where onely I may see My selfe alone stand like

This Minute Sacred Sauiour now beginne * To giue Release and as thou didst prouide * An Army of Angels for Eliahs guide * Who to secure him guirt with Enemies * Mounted his soule from worldly vanities * So Heauenly Day-Star blessed Iesus end * This my Designe thy holy Angell send * To be my Guide my Guard my Sacred spell * Gainst all Enchantments witchcrafts death hell * So shall my Anthem euery morning be * Glory of Heauen shew mercy vnto me * To me Times wretch most wretched vilely base * Wanting thy sacred aide spirituall grace * Remember not my frailties make me to grow * Great in thy loue thou that dost truly know * Of all the Blessings vnto Mortals giuen * My chiefe desire on Earth is Grace from Heau'n * The Blessing of th' Almighty Lord of Hoast * The Father the Sonne and the holy Ghost * Preserue be with me now and for euer when * My Soule is most distrest Amen Amen Spes mea Christo THE WORLD VAine is this World this Strumpet World that can Yeeld nothing cōstant Loue 'twixt man man Which next his Maker should be most respected Is soonest broake and most of all neglected Ingratefull vile the World 's a very Whore Proud rich in Vice in Vertue most most poore Misse-led by eu'ry vaine Phantasticke Toy To forget God bewitch't with carnall ioy Bundles of Baubles imbecilitie Biles of Apparell Botch Nobilitie Lordships Ladyships Foolries and Fashions Lust-panting Humours ten thousand Passions Rich Men the more to blame as this Age goes Debarre house-keeping to maintaine gay Cloathes A Rich Caroach three hunder'd pounds a Gowne Thirty pounds a Smocke or their Wiues will frowne There is no liuing with them they must ride Where when and how they list in glit'ring Pride High flashing burning Brauerie blinde Eyes Flint Hearts dull Eares deafe to all poore Mens cries Such is the dullnesse of Mortalitie And such the World 's cold Hospitalitie * Each dustie Magist'rate with Brib'rie fed * One robs the liuing another robs the dead * A third the Arch-Theefe playes by cunning stealth * Knaue Knights by Patent rob the Common-wealth * Ioyne with much too much ill iniustice he * Zodomiticall Lecher for a greedie Fee * Dares license lust glad if he may preuaile * Sucke wealth from prostitute Harlots neuer faile Man's minde which most his Maker should affect With feare and trembling and that true respect Belongs to his high Maiestie the Net Of sinne so snares we worthlesse wormes forget God's Thunder-darting Vengeance glorious state Still forget God forget to contemplate With Rauishing Loue true loue pure heart pure eies That 's the defect makes hourely mischiefes rise * Ambitious Lords Attir'd in Anicke shape * Ioy in the wayes of Lust Murder and Rape * Ladies with charmes tricks humours that they haue * Abuse their Lords dispatch them to the Graue * The Iealious Husband mischieuous in ill * Through vaine suspect his constant wife to kill * The carelesse Cleargy man in his degree * Satan corrupts makes for a golded fee The greedy Lawyer fed by Clients strife Brib'd angels take for the true Angell life Iust Iudge the vniust dustie Magistrate Father the Sonne the Sonne the Father hate Brother the Brother prosecute to death Quarrell for Toyes stop one anothers breath The world do's hourly tempt fooles worldly wise The deceitfull Tradesman that seemes precise And is an arrant knaue to thinke the honie And onely blessed life still to get mony Mockes at the poore mans vertue and in pride Stiles him a vertuous foole thus knaues deride The pouertie of Men which do's as farre In Heauenly wealth transcend them as a starre The richest Iemme on Earth But t is not so With the worlds wealthy worldling they say no Rich enough Honest enough all they can Aimes at the outward not the inward man * Pouertie made a scoffe a scorne a winde * Gold smothers Vertue blackest Actions blinde * Gold got in God's name with an honest face * Comes slow but in the Diuels name apace Such is the world's condition Good Men's thrall On Earth ther 's no true comfort none at all * The honest minded Scholler shall ne'r lacke * Sorrow nor want of meanes to breake his backe * The pittifull Souldier in his greatest need * Ha's his throate cut he shall be sure to bleed * The faire Gamester for his milde square play * Is soonest coozen'd sure to lose eu'ry day * The faithfull Louer still is paid with hate * The more in loue the more vnfortunate Be rich or poore in high or low Estate I' th mod'rate Meane or fully fortunate Insatiate Mankinde euer discontent Desires to liue but neuer liues content In scarcity of Corne for plentie crie In plenty straight forget God instantly Such is Man's Erring soule which ought to know Simile * Life 's but a long sad Pilgrimage of woe * An Arke of trauell shop of vanity * Storehouse of trifles Inhumanitie * A Field of Stones a Path of thornie Prickes * Meadow of Scorpions Groue of Basilisckes The Worlds vnquiet rest is all Man's foe * Dangers attend vs where so ere wee goe * Mischieuous Deceits Brawles Quarrels Fightings * False-hearted Neighbour-hood base back-bitings * Friendship 's so faithlesse Ripe full blowne with euill * A friend to day the next for gaine proues Deuill The World's condition right 't is slaue to sinne Beware of it the worlds a cunning ginne 'T will entrap soules call then to God for Grace * Let griefe for worldly Crosses ne'r take place * Neuer let sorrow runne into extreames * Vnlesse for sinne so shall Celestiall Beames * Glorifie thy Soule make it Immortall * Free it from ills what euer can befall In this false promising World this Maze of woe Where wretched Worldlings know not where to goe To winde them out such are the various wayes Of life oppressing Yeeres Months Weeks and Daies As Prose ill read abide too much misusing Or Vertuous verse when rogues haue the perusing * So fares it with the faire and flourishing Line * Of that sweet Heauenly straine Poesie Diuine * Basely neglected by the Monster Crew * Of Puff-Paste muddie Mindes that pish and mew * Make a wry Close-stoole-face a squint ey'd glance * At Vertuous verse whose sad mischance * Is to goe vnregarded when the crime * Of a lasciuious Bastard Ballet rime * If baudy enough though ne'r so vnfit * Winnes fauour profit and the praise of wit * Read with delight and much too much requir'd * Coppies sought after greedily desir'd * When perfect Poetrie Musicke to the soule Truth 's firme Opposer ' gainst crimes filthy foule * If Read most read for fashion small delight * No comfort no respect but scornefull flight * And such is Vertues Foe the Worlds proud Mini●● * In whom ther 's no true Loue no perfect Vnion O Diuine Poesie I lament thy state To see thy Beautie disproportionate So poorely in esteeme their 's few

Times Tissue Trull Can with close Cleopatra's Kisses Gull The greatest Kings and Dukes loue for an houre Nor is it them shee loues but their high powre Groomes of the meanest qualitie in Court Can make her fleshly fulnesse sweeter sport A glorious shee Smocke-statist can amaze Fire famous Troy and set the world at gaze A Drab of State is a consuming Flame Oft fiers the Hearts of Princes past reclaime Turnes Ioy to deepe and Melancholy sadnesse Poysons the bloud and fils the braine with madnesse * Why should she else with painting seeme more faire * Suffer her naked Breasts lie open bare * Why vse false coulour'd haire Embost with Gold * Pownc'd with Perfumes Lockes curled to behold * Why Oyles Waters for Teeth Why void of Grace * With spots like Rats-Dung to blacke patch the face * Or why in Baths of Milke wash her proud skin * Why wrong Heau'ns work-manship with such hie sin * If not like CIRCE by enchantment strange * Men into Beasts and Beast-like natures change * Confounding sense all reason sits a side * Such is the force of her affected Pride * A painted Face sleckt o're by cunning Art * Is but the Pride of a luxurious Heart * A discontentment of God's worke vpon her * To wooe mens Eyes to Lust and her dishonor * Painting's the Nurse of black thoghts damn'd deuises * It makes the soule imitate greatest vices What is it else but daring Impudence Gainst the bright Glory of Omnipotence Lusts Looking-Glasse Torch of Iniquitie Th' imperious Mistris of all Witcherie A slimie sinne dawb'd o're the painted wall Of foulest Folly to catch fooles with all A painted Face harbours a Heart of Flint There is no rellish of Deuotion in 't Lust Pride and Enuie all the sinnes that are Waites on the painted Beautie falsely faire Still busie in her Eare her Minde her Eye To whore away Man's soule with foolerie The painted outside of a tempting Face Spotted with Hell stands sequestred from Grace * Such Prodigall sinfull sweetes Men ought not haue * Nor see th'aluring Face vnfit to craue * Soules that will mount high Heau'ns Celestiall state * Climbes Vertues Ladder vicious Actions hate * Man that will ne'r be tempted past his might * Runnes from the Glit'ring Strumpet flies her sight * O happy is the man blessed for euer * Whose Life in flying Sinne Ioyes to perseuer Vita nihil peius iniqua THE IESVITE NOt like the Masse-Priest he whose mouth is cram'd With words that speak all Protestants are damn'd Him nor his Flocke I dare not censure so Nor meane to write more then I iustly know To be most true In which knowne Path I finde Counterfeit Catholiques so grossely blinde They dare outface Heau'ns Truth forg'd lies maintain● To Cloake the cunning Iesuites subtile Braine He that do's Theefe-like waite for Vertues fall Liues in perpetuall watch to blow vp all The President recorded stands for euer In this Realmes safety which hel's Plot can neuer Wipe from Rememb'rance neuer shall the Euill Of that close Secretary to the Deuill That Jesuite GARNET liue forgot while I Haue Pen or Hand to write his Tragedy That Myne of Murther Mischiefes Master-vice Lodg'd in the Politicque skull of Auarice His desp'rate Soule was such hee durst to swimme A Sea of Vice be rackt in eu'ry Limme All Tortures suffer rather then Reueale The Treason his Religion bids conceale Witnesse thou Ghost of Garnet this is true He that han'gd drawne and quarter'd had his due To him was knowne the powder pitchie Treason Neuer to be forgot he knew the season When where and how that suddaine bloudie blow Blacke Hell-bred Thunder flaming ouerthrow Should haue bin giuen knew the Times short space When no soule should haue time to pray for Grace Or cry God helpe The Treason was so foule The Traitors would haue damn'd both body and Soule If in their power and eu'ry soule i' th Ayre Tost vp sent vnprepar'd of heau'nly prayer With all their sinnes O horrid horrid Act All this the Jesuite knew conceal'd the Fact And rather then disclose least warning giue King Prince and Nobles not a soule should liue Here was a Villaine yet I 'ue knowne in Spaine The Traitors death so moan'd such Credit gaine Though here he dyde for Treasons iust Complaint There Monster Iesuites make a Martyr'd Saint Mischieuous Masse-Priests to his meriting Fame At the high Altar in a spatious frame Aduance to him as to a Saint most blest His Body-mangled Picture thus exprest Garnets Picture Bare Head white Beard Lookes sober in his Gowne * Him ouer head Angels with Laurell Crowne * About his Necke a long large Halter tide * Hangs as befitting such downe the Left side * His Belly ript bloud seeming open raw * Holding in his right hand his pictur'd straw * Beneath his right side flames a Heart in fire * ' Boue his left side Limmes quarter'd Treasons hire * Presented on a Towre which Pictur'd storie Straw-sainted set vp to 'th Arch-Traitors Glory Inuites each eye yea all the World to see Jesuites Protectors of all Villany * Poys'ning of Princes held as trifling things * With them 't is meritorious to kill Kings Can this Religion be they thinke it pure But Man ne'r knew Religion more impure Their Church is but their Baud bad deedes to further Th' onely sanctuary for bloud and murther Plots Practizes hellish abomination Pardons for Treason holy approbation Of that ill-Sainted wretch his cursed fault That Father to Faux the Diuell i' th vault Such Judas-Iesuites euer Traitors proue To King and Prince disloyall in their loue * Yet outward fawning seeme on bended knee * Low as the earth O true hypocrisie * Vnder the milde aspect of Reuerence * In duty and submisse obedience * With Oylie Eloquence best pleasing Phrase * Catching Orations full of flat'ring praise * When in the Heart abides no spot of good * All treach'rous thoughts all thirsting after bloud * The fall of Princes change alteration * The Protestants Religion 's desolation * Such is the Iesuites diue'lish disposition * The nature of the Beast his true condition * He that can temporize by Booke maintaine * To serue his ends and glut his God-lesse gaine * Be what he least seemes cold in deuotion Enuious at one anothers Promotion * Not lowly minded but proud Ambitious * In tongue a Saint in heart a Slaue vicious * Preach diuine patience when himselfe shall be * The waspish Image of all Tyrannie * Spleenatiue choll'ricke And who so offends * Is so farre off from euer being friends All-bee't he seeme a Calme yet if he liue Hee 'l be reueng'd be sure ne'r to forgiue Such is the Iesuite such his double Face And such his charitable signe of Grace He that dares awe his Countrey King and State Smile and yet be a villaine all men hate Set Princes at debate befoole the Tymes Poyson the world with irreligious Crymes Swell Battles Murthers make whole Kingdoms shake