husbandman must till and sow That grounds ill drest where blind men hold the plough Now in the Temple every saucy Jack Opens his shop and shews his pedlars pack Instead of candles we enjoy the snuff For precious balme we have but kitchin stuffe The ruder sort are by these teachers led Who acrons eat and might have better bread If this a propagation shall be found These build the house which pull it to the grâ—unâ— This is meere Hocus-Pocus a sttange slight By putting candles out to gain more light Mad men by vertue of this propagation Have Bedlum left and preach't for Reformation And they might well turn preachers for we had Many that were more foolish and more mad The Tinkar being one of excellent mettle Begins to sound his doctrine with his Kettle And the laborious ploughman I bewail Who now doth thresh the Pulpit with his flail The louzy Taylor with his holy thimble Doth patch a sermon up most quick and nimble He doth his skill and wisdom much expresse When with his goose he doth the Scripture presse The Chandler now a man of light we find His candle leaves a stinking snuffe behind The Apothecary who can give a glister Unto a holy brother or a sister Hath one dram of the spirit and can pray Or preach and make no scruple of his way Thus false coyn doth for currant money passe And precious stones are valued lesse than glasse Not disputation but a rigid law Must keep these frantick sectarists in aw The itch of disputation will break out Into a scab of errour which without Some speedy help will soon infect and run Through all the flock where it hath once begun I will take heed in these bad times and care To shut my shop but keep my constant ware Lord let thy tender vine no longer bleed Call hâ—me thy shepheards which thy lambs may feed A Prayer to the Holy Ghost O Holy Spirit O most sacred Dove Which didst descend upon the Son of Love Descend upon my soul that I may be Simple as Doves without malignity O holy Fire inflame my lukewarm heart And better heat of love divine impart O holy Fire O thou Eternal Light Expel the clouds of everlasting night O holy Fire let my soul purged be From all her dross as purest gold is free O holy Fire dissolve my heart like wax Which nothing but thy fair impression lacks O holy Fire vouchsafe in me to dwell And keep my soul from the strange fire of hell Antipathy I Love him not but shew no reason can Wherefore but this I do not love the man Astrology To the profound and learned Gentleman Mr. Vincent Wing Qui Naturae Aruspex intimus Atlas physicus nec non sensus rationis stupendus Arbiter WIse men believe inferior bodies move By dispensation from those Orbs above Stars do not force or by compulsion cause Our Natures to obey their constant laws Who seâ—â—â—s the God of pow'â— that made the spheres No sad 〈…〉 pse or constellation fears Where vâ—â—tuous Reason guides not but the Sense There 〈◊〉 have their greatest influence God did the 〈◊〉 the Moon and Stars bestow Which do the course 〈◊〉 and seasons shew ' Gaâ—nst Sisera in theâ—â— orders sought the stars And helpt Gods people in their prosperous wars When Christ himself was born a star did bring And guide the wise men to find out their King And wise men still in stars a vertue find Which is kept secret from the duller mind Into brave spirits a pure light descends Which heavy darkness never comprehends I cannot call the stars by name nor track The Sun through twelve signs of the Zodiack Arcturus with his sons outgo my sense So do the Pleyades with their influence From the Pole-Artick what degrees there be Unto th' Antartique is unknown to me Our Zâ—nyth is too high for me to know What things are there our Nadyr is too low I do not understand how Planets move And differ in their several Orbs above The Circle from the Stars reflexion may Escape my knowledge call'd the milky way Such knowledge is too deep but yet I will A 〈◊〉 the path of that mysterious skill Solomon's Memento Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth Eccles 12. 1. DO not mispend thy golden youth and bring The dross of thy old age of serve thy King Do not neglect the morning of thy days And think the evening fit thy God to praise God early must be sought the longer we Persist in sin the stronger sin will be From vice to vertue turn from bad to good The deeper still he sinks who stands in mud A nail the further it is driven in The harder is drawn out and so is sin None can foretell how long the fatal glass Shall run or else how soon the sand will pass Delay no time that man will shrink and sear Who lays the burden on old age to bear Because the foolish Virgins came too late They heaven lost for Christ had shut the gate Should we be old are we then sure to store Our sould with grace which we refus'd before Through mire and dirt who travels all the day Will hardly go by night a cleaner way The Tenant which neglects th' appointed day Forfeit his lease and fret his Landlord may Vpon the Right Worshipful Sir Francis Floyd Knight Sou to the most eloquent pious learned and honorable Judge Sir Marmaduke Floyd Knight VErtue can never be conceal'd her flame Shines bright and will disclose a vertuous name A brave report of his great worth we hear As loud as thunder in our Hemisphere Contagious times could never make a spot On his fair clothes or his white paper blot He could not flatter or affect the crime To temporize or smooth the ruder time Fixt in his station like a losty hill He simply stood and scorn'd to change his will I wish he may enjoy fair Halcion days And Heaven bless his meritorious ways Even so come Lord Jesus Rev. 22. 20. THe pretty Bird imprison'd in his cage Would fain go free and spend his merry age In spacious woods So is my better mind As to a prison to my flesh confin'd Make haste sweet Jesus to strike off my shackle And to dissolve this earthly tabernacle Thou art on earth the earth's most perfect pleasure Thou art in heaven heavens richest treasure Let others dote on beauty honour wealth Thou art my great reward my joy my health My soul is ravisht with thy love and sickly Then come my sweetest Jesus oh come quickly Vpon Natures Darling the young ingenuous Gentleman Mr. James Jones Sâ—n to Edmund Jones Esq HE is in years a child but if you scan The ripeness of his wit he is a man This graff from such a gallant stock will be In time succeeding a most fruitful treâ— This Plant will prove a goodly Oak and give A pleasant shade the weary to relieve His Spring foretels the Autumn and such rayes Dart from the morning of
and still the sunshine love On these unconstant worldlings I do look As on the image in the Prophets book The head of gold of silver th' arms and breast The thighs and belly were of brass the rest As legs and feet of iron were and clay The image fell and moulder'd all away So wavering men who use no constant Creed From good to bad from bad to worse proceed But here is one who like a Martyr ran And held throughout the course he first began No strong temptations threatning swords or gold Could flat his resolution he ne'r sold His love for gain his heart was firm and stable Unto his King as th' Anchor to the Cable So stands the stately Pine which rooted fast And deep in earth disdains the weaker blast To make one perfect Nature never could Have form'd a man in a more decent mould But wiser men neglect the outward shell And praise his braver soul where vertues dwell His sole ambition rightly understood Is only to be known not great but good His actions are so just that you 'd protest Astraea dwelt within his sacred breast With unclipt wings let may Ambition fly As his desires are good his merits high GRACE Qui quaerit invenit MEn dig the bowels of rhe earth for gold And rocks for precions stones and some are bold To dive into the sea for pearl Few care To get the pearl of Grace more rich more rare The Manna and the Quails were dainty meat And as delicious as a man could eat But taste the food of Grace and thou shalt find It yields a better relish to thy mind Grace makes the poor man rich the bline to see The sad man full of joy the bondman free Weak humane thoughts it turns to thoughts divine As Christ at Cana watet turn'd to wine It sweetens all conditions rich and poor Like some pure incense and preserves thy store A good Report Honestus rumor optimum est patrimonium Qui malè facit malè audit DO not neglect the candor of thy Name Thou shouldst not stain thy clothes much less thy fame Fine houses men will build repair and trim And keep them neat without and fair with in But little they regard if by foul ways â—hey blot their names and flubber o're their days Such men in life are odious and shall be In death a scandal to posterity I 'll tread a righteous path â—ia good Report Makes men live long although their life is short Sampson's Riddle Out of the strong camâ— sweet CHrist was the Lamb Christ was the Lion slain To save our souls from everlasting pain From Judab's Lion all sweet pleasures flow No mercies but from him we have or know He was a Lion mighty strong in pow'r Before he could Death Sathan Hell devour A Dark Lanthorn THis Lanthorn is but dull and dark in sight As if it had not the least spark of lightâ— The light is clos'd within which none can spy Or well discern unless the curious eye So good men care not that the world should know How good they are by any outward shew Thus Cabinets appear but mean and plain Yet many times rich pearl and gold contain Thus the best Wine that ever you can wish Is often tasted in an earthen dish Some look like holy Temples when they are Like graves within defil'd with rotten ware Of my weak deeds I will no trumpet sound The heart is humble where good gifts abound Man's Infirmity WIse Adam fell in Paradise the good Angels in Heaven fell who always stood In Gods own presence Faithful Peter fell Though in Christs school he was brought up so well David committed murther righteous Lot Defil'd his name with an incestuous blot No Oak so strong no Cedar is so tall But shaken with tempestuous wind may fall No man so perfect is so pure a Saint But in the battel he may fail and faint If God prevents not Man that 's born to sorrow May safely stand to day and fall to morrow The Common people Neutrum modò mas modo vulgus THe many-headed Hydra or the People Now build the Church then pull down Bells and Steeple To day for learned Bishops and a King They shout with one consent to morrow sing A different note One while the people cry To Christ Hosanna then him crucifie And thus the wavering multitude will be Constant in nothing but inconstancie When these together swarm the Kingdom fears They are as fierce as Tygers rude as Bears The Rock in Horeb. ONce onely Moses with his sacred rod The Rock in Horeb strucks as he by God Commanded was then waters gusht and fell From the hard Rock as from a running Well Lord thou didst often strike me never kill Thy rod was gentle I am stubborn still Soften my stony heart that tears may flow None reap in joy but those in tears that sow The holy Sepulchre CHrist is our Rock who in a rock is lain The lesser rock the greater doth contain Out of a rock they newly hew'd his grave The new man Christ thus a new tomb must have No creature might repose or lay his head Without presumption in the Creators bed The Lily of the valley Sharon's Rose His fragrant grave in a sweet garden chose This Rock did shelter Christ two days but he An everlasting Refuge is to me He is the Rock that doth our souls relieve With water which doth life eternal give The Passing-Bell THe Passing-Bell doth toll my thred is spun My candle is burnt out my hour-glass run This sound is doleful and this musick 's sad To those which in the world are rich and bad It is like Davids musick sweet to me Which doth my soul from evil spirits free I end my life and yet to live begin I shall in glory live who liv'd in sin The Spiritual Watchman Nulla venit sine te nox mihi nulla dies WHen private in my bed I take my rest I muse on all the gifts wherewith God blest And made me glad The thankful man alone Climbs Jacobs ladder and ascends Gods throne I think on heaven's joys and do admire Of Saints and Angels the harmonious quire Sometimes I think of hell where rich men ly In deadly torments and yet cannot dy My life I call to mâ—nd which God hath made Short like a span vaine as a dream or shade This night may be my last and I may have My sheet to be my should my bed my grave I count past sins which so defile my soul That on the dunghil Job was not so foul These holy thoughts possesse my serious head Til tears run downe and wash my careful bed LOVE Amor est complementum legis OUr God is love who doth remain in love In the same sphear with God himself doth move All things by perfect nature do agree And seem to hold a mutual sympathy The heavens to love their inclination show Which fairly do embrace this orb below The fire the water earth and air agree
Drunkards and their humors guide Who runs and ne'r returns this dirty way Travels too hard to cast his soul away Avoid the Ale-house who frequents the door Where harlots live will learn to love a whore Lord bless me that with Christ I may be able Before a drunken Inne to choose a stable The Fountain O Fons lucido splendidior vitro HEre I do bathe my body wash my face To cleanse my sins I use the spring of grace This fountain from a stony rock doth flow Which teacheth me my Saviour Christ to know He is the Rock from whence a vertuous spring Proceeds to cleanse the beggar and the King Here in a Chrystal cleerness doth appear Which teacheth me to keep my Conscience clear This little fountain from all mud is free When greater streams are dark and troubled be Secure content doth crown a mean estate When Honors are obscur'd by envious fate Here I do drink and fear no poisonous charm Rich wine in golden cups contain more harm The running Fountain makes no sluggish stay But keeps its course and travels night and day Nor will I spend my life as in a dream But labour to be active as the stream Here without grudge the traveller shall stay And quench his thirst although he nothing pay Which teacheth me to bind the bruised reed And give my cruse of oil to those that need This pleasant Spring unto the sea doth haste And spends both day and night yet doth not waste My tears shall never cease my God to move Until they run into his sea of love The Fountain doth alone and secret dwell Like some chaste Nun in a religious cell A private life obscure doth best agree With my desires from noise and tumults free The Prodigal Son Facilis descensus averni Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hic labor hoc opus est ONce did I spread abroad my glorious train And like a Cedar little shrubs disdain Amongst small fish I thought my self a Whale None might me ballance in an equal scale Reason was not my guide each wanton sense Did wander through the whole circumference Sometimes the center of my pleasure lay Fixt in the bed of lust the glorious Day Did usher in my fancies and the Night Was but my secret Pander to delight I robb'd the painful Silkworm of her store And polisht English fleece with Indian ore Which by reflexion from the Suns bright rays Dâ—ll'd the beholders eyes and made fools praise My handsom feature although every part Was little bound to Natures work but Art No cloud of sorrow did eclipse my joy Nor mud of envy did my spring annoy Each day produc'd strange dishes of content To give my palate a new complement With women wine and cards I spent the day Which like the wind chas'd clouds of cares away But when my stock was spent my thoughts did fall I lost the Court and found the Beggars hall The stubborn husks which nasty hogs do eat Was then my onely dish and constant meat The scales of sin fell from my waâ—ry eyes And real truths I did discern from lyes In haste I ran into my Fathers arms And now with him I live secure from harms I 'le drown my sins in tears and never more Spend oil in vain that I may pay my score HEAVEN Non est mortale quod opto THe world 's an empty chest where nothing lies Which may content the longing heart or eyes Figs from these thistles we shall never gain Nor grapes of pleasure from these thorns of pain My soul disdains the Earth and sores above Feather'd with wings of an immortal love The Prisoner which in some dark dungeon lies No comfort feels nor light of sun espies What joy would he conceive if he were free And could enjoy his wished liberty So my imprison'd soul expects the day When Nature shall dissolve this house of clay For then I shall ascend with swift desire And sudden motion to the Angels quire Where I shall see that glorious Sacred face Which joyes all creatures lightneth every place No Sun or Moon shines there no day or night The Lamb himself is the eternal light There is the Mercy-Seat the holy hill Where neither thieves nor tyrants rob or kill No shackles hurt the feet nor cares the mind The poor man there is free from storms and wind All discontent all imperfection dyes The lame receive their feet the blind their eyes All tears are wip't away None doth command Each Saint doth hold a Scepter in his hand Lord let me see thy Court I seek no more But the least place to stand behind the door Vpon the most Hospitable and Courteous Gentleman the Worshipâ—ul Thomas Lewis Esq of Lâ—ngoâ—se AS at a fountain every thirsty soul May freely drink and fill his empty bowl So doth his kindness and his bounty flow Like some high tide which doth no measure know As the pure air is from base mixture free Without all vapours or malignity So his untainted heart disdains to be A friend to Schism or Disloyalty As on a Rock a house doth firmly stand And bravely scorn both wind and rains command So his most Noble resolution stood Firm for the Church the King and Countreys good Black Patches Vanitas vanitatum LAdies turn Conjurers and can impart The hidden mystery of the Black-Art Black artificial patches do betray They more affect the works of night than day The Creature strives the Creator to disgrace By patching that which is a perfect face A little stain upon the purest dye Is both offensive to the heart and eye Defile not then with spots that face of snow Where the wise God his workmanship doth show The light of nature and the light of grace Is the complexion for a Ladies face Powdred Hair Malè olet SOme proud phantastick Coxcomb takes more pain And greater care to dress his hair than brains And he doth study that his hair may have A better dye than God and Nature gave Furnish thy head with knowledge I presume That with a wise man is the best perfume A Wife Imperet illa nihil quiâ—quid tamen impetret uxor utere nec serva conjuge nec Domino ART thou resolv'd for Marriage then relie On God to chuse not on the wanton eye Men may intend or purpose It is not The man but God which ties the marriage knot Fix not thy mind on beauty that fair shade Will quickly pass that fair flower will fade Vertue and beauty to one place confin'd Is the best glue which can affection bind A modest maid with beauty stor'd and grace Hath wealth enough and portion in her face To take a Wife for wealth and not for love Will but a sickness not a Marriage prove Chuse one well born all waters do we know More sweet from fountains than from channels flow Graff on a Noble Stock and you shall find Such pleasant fruit as will delight your mind Doat not on her which doth the
limit what can set a bound Unto thy wandring thoughts a little ground Contains thy body and when thou art dead Thou art contented with a narrow bed O pray for Grace without which all thy store Which should enrich thee will but make thee poore The Anabaptist Ostende Anabaptistam ego ostendam monstrum WHat wouldst thou have a King a Lord a Knight A Bishop Priest are monsters in thy sight No Church nor Altar and no Law must be To dictate but thy conscience unto thee It thou art displeas'd with Lawes Divine and Civil I know not what will fit thee but the Devil Upon the mournful deâ—th of our laâ—e Soveraign Lord Charles the first King of England c. I Read of a Confessor and a King A King and Maâ—tyr is a stranger thing Our Charles was both A King both just and wise A holy Maâ—tyr and sweet sacrifice Thieves did consent to kill the just but why When that the Wolf is Judge the Lamb must dye He went to Canaan for three Kingdoms good Through the red-Sea of his own sacred blood Thus John the Baptist dy'd that holy one Whilst Herod did usurp King Davids throne By his beheading it may well be sed Three Kingdoms by injustice lost their head If ere I shall the ayde of Saints implore Thy Shrine alone good Charles I will adore Lord let my soul unto thy Kingdom come To see King Charls crown'd for his Martyrdom Gods Mercy Nec habâ—t principium quo inâ—hoatur nâ—â— finem quo terminatur THe Sun 's within his Tropicks th' heavens high Within a span the clouds included lye Within the fist the earth that spacious creatâ—re Within a circle is confin'd by Nature But O thou God of Love to thy rich treasure Of endlesse mercy who can find a measure Upon the return of our most illustrious King Charls the second from Flanders to England WElcome bright Starre the prodromâ— of the day With whom the Sun of glory shall display His golden banners and restore the Light Of truth eclipst by an erroncous night He liv'd in exile long and Flanders then Was th' Eagles neast or the true Lions den He past a Sea of troubles and each wave Of grief he flatted with a soul more brave To meet their King the people ran so fast As if each one disdain'd to be the last Such plenteous tears of joy flow'd every where That some in England did a deluge feare They did such piks of wood in London burn That many thought it would to Ilion turn Those fires are ended but the flames of love Unto our King shall everlasting prove Long live King Charles so long till wise men see His years as many as his vertues be Then he 'le outlive old Nestor whose glasse ran Before 't was spent through the third age of man Upon the Lords Prayer Clavis Calâ— THe sacred Prayer of the eternal Word Doth greater comfort to my soul afford Tiran all the pâ—ayers made by humane Aâ—t Those I have read but this I have by heart It is my constant prayer and the best Like rich perfume to sweeten all the rest Winter Charitas frigescit Spark not to me of Frizland on the cold And gâ—lid Clymats of the North I hold There can no greater frostâ— or Winâ—er be 〈◊〉 â—â—d heart that 's cold in â—â—aritâ— O shine thou Sun of glory and impart Thy gracious heat to thaw my frozen heart Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk Duke of Albemarle Qui lumen pietatis slumen liberalitatis fulmen belli HEre is our glorious Atlas who doth bear Our heaven up and keep our hearts from fear His merit is beyond reward whose mind To high attempts by Nature is confin'd Some Merchants have by their adventures bold Enricht this Land with precious pearl and gold Yet none but Royal Monk could ever bring So rich a treasure as our gracious King Herculean labours were but twelve here 's one That hath an hundred labours undergone He nere was rash nor did the hasty hand But a wise heart his active sword command Judgment and valour live in him as fair Rebecca's sons did in one womb despair Could nere attempt him for his nobler mind Did soar above the reach of storms and wind This good Centurion doth not love to change His garment of Religion nor to range Through Groves of fancies he 's a fixed star To beautifie the Church and seat of war He is descended from a Royal line Not from the Bramble but the slately Pine The glory of the Wood his vertues be The Symptoms of his true Nobilitie He is in vertues rich in merits high So let him happy live so let him die REPENTANCE Vnicum necessarium REpentance is the key for rich and poor To lock up Hell and open Heavens door When like the Dove our wandring souls have left The Ark of God and when we are bereft Of safety and relief all help is vain But by repentance to return again One tear for sin yields to the soul relief More than a fountain shed for worldly grief The Vine drops tears which well the face may cleer But never beautifie the soul Repentance here Must be the spring which makes us seem so bright As if we were transfigur'd into light WORLDLY WEALTH Natura paucis contenta WEalth unto every man I see Is like the Bark unto the Tree Take from the Tree the Bark away The naked Tree will soon decay Lord make not me too rich nor make me poor To wait at rich mens tables or their door Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Aspice venturo laetentur ut omnia saeclo OUr Solomon is crown'd A Crown will share Not more of honour to his head than care He wore as the great King of Heaven would A Crown of Thorns before his Crown of Gold Thus children whom the Lord intends to bless Go to their Canaan through the Wilderness CHARLS by the grace of God wise men foresee Greater than Charls the Great in time shall be Almost to death unhappy England bled And liv'd a Monster long without a Head The Kingdom swallow'd up the Commonwealth And England which was sick is now in health Her Merchants shall bring gold and pearl and spice To make this Garden rich as Paradise And unto Caesar our most gracious King Great Nations shall their humble Presents bring Kings were neer Fountains crown'd as Writers show Because from them as from pure Fountains flow Our wealth health honour If the Head be ill By sympathy the Body suffer will We may as well live without air or fiâ—e Or bread and water which we all require As live without a King because the King Is like the Sun which maketh every thing To grow and flourish He 's the Stern to guide Our wandring ships through every wind and tide The Kings's our Nursing Father and the Queen Gur Nursing
their pure and rich attire God seeds the Raven which noâ— reap nor sow By these Gods gracious providence I â—now When lo the lofty hills I lift mine eyes I speak of heaven in soliloquies The stream whose constant motion never stays Argues the swift Procession of my days i travel to my grave till life is done As rivers do unto the Ocean run When I behold the Lark't advance her wing And to our God a thankful Anthem sing I check my nature and can do no lesse Than tax my self of dull unthankfulnesse Such holy raptures with my soul agree When in the world I from the world am free The further I from wordly men remove I draw the neerer to the God of Love The Virgin Mary From henceforth all generations shall call me blessed MOst blessed is thou sonne of man the breast Which thou didst suck the chast womb is blest Which bare thee when thou didst our nature wed No sinful lust defil'd thy marriage bed None was so gracious as the Virgin Mary Gods holy Temple and his Sanctuary As fathers hold her blessing did consist More in beleeving than in bearing Christ Old age Delirium naturae VVHen we are young and do enjoy the spring Of pleasant youth we laugh we dance we sing And think old age which is so cold so soure Will never come to blast our youthful flower As some dark cloud invades the sky so fair And by degrees obscures the clearest air Old age thus creepeth on and turnes our light Or Summer's day into a winter night Our Limmes are turn'd to ice our hair to snow Our windows dark and dull our feet are slow Our Roses languish and our Lilleys fade Our wine is sour'd our pleasures bitter made Joves tree the sturdy oake the Cedar tall In length of time are forc't to stoop and fall Remember God whilst thou art young and he When thou art old will sure remember thee Upon the golden Grove in the County of Carmarthin the habitation of the Right Honorable the Lord Vauhan Earle of Carbery now Lord President of the Marches of Wales IF I might where I pleas'd compose my nest The golden Grove should be my constant rest This curious fabrick might make us believe That Angels there or men like Angels live I must commend the out-side but within Not to admire it were almost a sin Of fertile ground the large circumference With admiration may confound the sense Which ground if things were rightly understood From Paradise came tumbling in the Flood And there the water left it therefore we Find here of pleasures such varietie Wise Nature here did strive and witty Art To please the curious eye and longing heart The neighbouring river Towyd oth oreflow Like pleasant Nilus the rich Meades below Hence come great store and various kind of fish So good as may enrich the empty dish Fowles thither flock as if they thought it fit They should present themselves unto the spit Here gardens are compos'd so sweet so fair With fragrant flowers as do perfume the air Hard by a grove doth stand which doth defeat Cold winter storms and the dry Summers heat Their merry birds their pleasant Carols sing Like sweet Musicians to the wanton spring There are parks orchards warrens fish ponds spring Each soot of ground some curious object brings There lives a noble Earl free just and wise In whom the Elixer of perfection lyes His heart is good as balsome pure as gold Wise as a Serpent as a Lion bold The righteous is confident as a Lion Pro. 28. THe guilty conscience feares when there 's no fear And thinks that every bush containes a beare When none persues the wicked flyes and still Distractions alter his confused will The righteous man sits in his peaceful chair Secure from fears and free from black dispair His resolution like a Uirgin pure He keeps unspotted and can well endure The burden of affliction for the crosse Makes trial whether he be gold or drosse The righteous shelter'd under heavens wing Like the three children in the fire may sing For God will bâ—oach the rocks and Manna rain He 'le bring the quailes together to sustain His chosen people Lions hunger may And want but he that â—reads a vertuous way Shall never feare a famine God is able In the wild desarts to prepare a table The Devil will destroy the flesh infect The world deceive unlesse that God protect Vpon the Right Honourable Lady the Lady Mary Beauchamp of Edington in the County of Wilts Romana vivit clarior Iliâ A Dwaâ—fe may on a giant look and I May speak of her whose merits are so high Count all the various flowers of May declare Of stars what number by creation are This may be sooner done than you can tell What sacred vertues in this Temple dwell Would you find bounty or do you desire To see Religion in his best attire Would you know meeknesse charity and love Which are the touchstones that our faith doth prove These vertues are included in her breast Like precious Jewels in a golden chest Her kinred neighbors tenants and the poor Yea strangers do frequent and blesse her door Twixt her and Saints I do no difference know But this they are above and she below And if all had so pure a mind as she Heaven on earth and earth would heaven be Upon the honourable Gentlewoman Mrs. Jane Lane who was by Gods providence a most happy Instrument to convey our Soveraign Lord King Charles out of the hands of Rebels from England to Holland HAve you observ'd the sun sometimes to shroud His glorious head and lustre in a cloud Thus God was pleas'd to hide our gracious King Under a woman's most auspicious wing 'T is strange a woman could so silent be In things of moment and great secresy She was the weaker vessel God thought fit To make her weak in strength but strong in wit To save her Countrey Holofernes head Brave Judith cut off on his wanton bed But many traytorous hands did vex this Nation Which Jane cut off by Charls his preservation Let noble Ladies sing and Virgins dance Before this Judith our deliverance Praise God for this High-work and be content To honor her as Gods great instrument No fading garland of sweet flowers or bayes Shall crown her head but everlasting praise GRACE 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SInne like a gyant doth encounter me Nor am I from his proud controulment free To kill this great Goliah gracious King 〈◊〉 thy grace instead of Davids sling Jordan may help and Siloam's poole may cure Carnal diseases but thy fountaine pure Of saving grace when I do faint or pine Doth heal my soul without fine oyl or wine Grace is the shield of my defence the light Which guides my feet through this dark vale of night When friends and riches leave me that alone Conducts me from the grave to heavens throne I fear no Devils through Gods grace nor men No firie oven nor
And by kind nature intermixed be Love doth fulfil the law love conquers sin And makes a man an earthly Cherubin Faith patience hope all vertues rightly â—kand Without pure love like barren fig trees stand With perfect love are sweetest graces seen Like maids of honor waiting on the Queen Love is the wedding-garment and no guest Without this robe shall tast the royal feast Invest me Lord with love make thou me able And fit to feast with â—ngels at thy Table Upon the Right Worshipful Sir Henry Lingen Knight of Stoke in Herefordshire Nulli pietate secundus MY trumpet is too dul and weak to sound His meritorious praise as in rich ground Most pleasant springs sweet flowers and herbs we find So vertues are consistent in his mind He 's constant in the faith and he doth hate Old truth with errors to sophisticate Such valour he exprest that men should raise A stately Pyramidet ' advance his praise His hands were active and his heart was free In loyal actions from Apostasy He strives not to climb high a gentle tyde Thus have I seen within his channel slâ—de His actions are so cleer to each mans sight As the pure Topaz or the Chrysolite All hearts to him as to their Loadstone move For he 's the Center of his Countrey 's love By all his vertuous ways it doth appear His soul in heaven is his body here The Sluggard Otia corrumpunt animum WHen God did Adam with all pleasures blesse He was to labour and the garden dresse God made man active those fair orbs above Do wheele about and without ceasing move The running stream is sweet and can impart A wholsome draught unto a thirsty heart But standâ—ng pools more dark and foul appear Nor can they be from bad infections cleer So labour whetâ— the soul and cleers the mind By active fire our mettal is refin'd An idle life a sad condition breeds Who sits when he should travel never speeds Look how the painful Bee unto her hive Brings the pure hony and doth daily thrive And the laborious Ant with careful pain Doth treasure up in summer time her grain So she prevents the famine and doth live All winter in delight and never grieve The Sluggard foulds his armes and then doth say I fear there is a Lion in the way Thus in the end both poverty and shame Consumes his body and obscures his name God is a husbandman he doth require All men to work no peny else no hire To his much Honoured friend Mr. John Williams the most pious and learned Minister and Vicar of Devynnock and Luel IN printed leaves for you I need not look I have learnt you by heart without the book Had I forgotten you I had bin rude And guilty of most base ingratitude If I had power equal to my mind You should an honest friend and servant find But envious fortuné hath so clipt my wing That I can nothing but affection bring I may more large in lands by fortune prove But no condiiton can enlarge my love The heavens blest you with a plenteous hand That you your friends can help your foes command The Blackamores WE many men from Mauritania see To England come as black as Ravens be Into your selves look with a curious eye And you shall find you are more black then they Then wonder not at them so black in skin But at your selves so foul so black by sin Peace and Warre PEace is like salt which seasons all our meat Till envious warâ—e doth poison all we eat War like the horsleech calls for humane blood And ruines all thâ—ngs like the unruly flood Or raging fire I do prefer by far An unjust peace before the justest war Welcome sweet peace which makes all things compleat And gives us grapes from our own vines to eat That land is blest and hath a golden day Where Drums and trumpets cease and Organs play Peace breedeth plenty warre consumes a nation Peace bringeth joy warre causeth Lamentation Pray to the God of peace that we may have The love and peace of God unto the grave HOPE Qui nihil sperat desperet nihil I 'm black t is true but yet no sad despair Shall me perswade that I shall nere be fair Transform hard stones the God of power can And make them children unto Abraham To turn my heart of stone God knows the way Into a heart of flesh without delay My sore disease is not so great or foul That there 's no balsome which can heal my soul Come true Samaritan come sacred Dove And in my soul as in thy Temple move To the most incomparable wise and vertuous Lady the Lady Goditha Prise Lady to the Honourable Colonel Sir Herbert Prise Knight AS I do live I wonder how you can Forget your sex and be so much a man In wit and judgment nay you are divine Transcending far our nature masculine As you are fair so you disdain the rude And sluttish nature of the multitude They say Promitheus stole from heaven fire And brought it down weak mortals to inspire If it be now on earth I do protest That heavenly fire lies in your sacred breast Who writes of you or gives you greatest praise To your high worth shall but a molehill raise Vpon the same most excellent Lady the Lady Goditha Prise HAve you observ'd a garden fair and sweet Where whelsome herbs and pleasant flowers do meet So doth her mind no imperfection know Where graces do like grapes in clusters grow If you with serious eyes desire to see The model of most perfect charity Or if in earnest you desire to find Religion seated in a humble mind Or would you know where holy patience dwells When grace and truth all discontent expels Then her behold who lives as if with John She had Christ's sacred bosome lean'd upon In tears and prayers she doth sin bemone And each day neerer steps to heavens throne The mortified Christian I From the worlds deceitful snares am free They were but cobwebs which entangled me All worldly mirth is madnesse get away You bad companions which mispend the day Leave me alone I ne're am lesse alone Than when in private by my self I mone I love no dainties which procure delight Nor curious sauce to whet the appetite Nature is spon contented give me meat That I may live let me not live to eat I wear no silk fine linnen rich attire To make me proud or burn with wanton fire Rough sackcloth or some homely weed I love Which my poor heart to humble thoughts may move I pray in Temples meadows woods each place Invites my soul to call for saving grace All sins by constant prayer conquer'd be So conquer them else they will conquer thee The new illiterate Lay-Teachers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 WHy trouble you religions sacred stream And tear Christs coat which had no rent or seam And you do patch it too with ragged clouts Of false opinions and phantastick doubts The skilful
too good to lie Under a bushel in obscurity He was not Linsey woolsey or content To be compos'd of King and Parliament He was most loyal and could not dispence With such base freedom to his conscience As to neglect his King he hath a heart From whence transparent beams of Vertue dart After sad years of cruel storms and wind He shall a Haven and a Heaven find The Gardener She supposing him to be the Gardener said unto him Job 20. MARY prevents the day she rose to weep And see the bed where Jesus lay a sleep She found out whom she sought but doth not know Her Masters face he is the Gardener now This Gardener Edens Garden did compose For which the chiefest Plants and Flowers he chose He took great care to have sweet Rivers run T' enrich the ground where he his work begun He is the Gardener still and knoweth how To make the Lilies and the Roses grow He knows the time to set when to remove His living plants to make them better prove He hath his pruning knife when we grow wild To tame our nature and make us more mild He curbs his dearest children when 't is need He cuts his choycest Vine and makes it bleed He weeds the poisonous herbs which clog the ground He knows the rotten hearts he knows the sound The blessed Virgin was the pleasant bower This Gardener lodg'd in his appointed hour Before his birth his Garden was the womb In death he in a Garden chose his Tomb. Copernicus his opinion confirm'd COpernicus his fancy may hold good The earth did only move the heavens stood So earth and houses wheeling round about And changing Climats sound new Masters out The Changes Tempora mutantur nos mutamur in illis THe painful Bee which to her hive doth bring Sweet honey in her tail retains a sting Our sweetest joyes are interlin'd with cares No field of corn but hath some choaking tares The stream which doth with silent motion slâ—de Is oftentimes disturb'd with wind and tide Who sits to day in Honours lap and sings God soon can change his tune and clip his winâ— Sometimes the Sea doth ebb and sometimes floâ— Now with anon against the tide we row No haven's so secure but somâ— ill blast May toss the ship and break the stately Mast Who now in Court doth dance and liâ—t his head To morrow droops and sickly keeps his bed The King may beg and beggars may command High Cedars fall when little shrubs do stand The sweetest com oâ—t I do feel or find Though fortune change is not to change my mind The Hour-glass Inter spemque metumque timores inter ir as Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum OUR time consumes like smoke and posts away Nor can we treasure up a month or day The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste and so our silent minutes pass Consider how the lingring hour-glass sends Sand after sand until the stock it spends Year after year we do consume away Until our debt to Nature we do pay Old age is full of grief the life of man If we consider is but like a span Stretcht from a swollen hand the more extent It is by strength the more the pains augment Desire not to live long but to live well How long we live not years but actions tell Pride and Humility Humilis descendendo ascendit superbus ascendendo descendit WHat pride possesseth man that is but clay Which must dissolve and melt like yce away What frothy baâ—m of self-conceit and love Doth puff his heart and such high fancies move Who doth presame to climb the highest wall Will soonest slip and catch the heaviest fall Proud men have fallen from their stately chairs And falling once have tumbled down the staâ—â—s The shâ—ubs are most secure and free from wind When lofty trees a strong resistance find Behold the twig which gently bends and bows When stubborn Oaks are broken stands and grows Vertue is sooner found in Cotts and Cells Than in great Courts where pride and envy dwells A contrite heart O Lord a bended knee Like sweet perfume shall at thy Altar be Christs Resurrection-day or Easter AS when through misty clouds and troubled air The Sun breaks forth and makes the heavens saâ—â— So Christ the glorious Bridegroom came this day Out of his Chamber whore he secret lay The brighter Sun is up whose pleasant rayes Do bless the earth with good and happy dayes Display thy warmer beams and to my heart More fervent heat of zeal and love impart Death could not kill or conquer life nor might The thickest darkness comprehend the light Had he bin still interr'd then we had bin For ever slaves to Satan Death and Sin The Jews to keep him there O fond conceit Roul'd to his grave a stone of heavy weight His body pierc't the stone but was not able To pierce their hearts far more impenetrable He could remove vast Mountains with his Word And in the Sea to them a grave afford The Mountain of my sins from me remove And drown them Lord in thy deep Sea of Love This joyful morning at the break of day Our Saviour rose and left his bed of clay Awake betimes my soul from slumber free And leave thou sin before that sin leaves 〈◊〉 The Spring SEe how the wanton Spring In green is clad Heark how the birds do sing I 'le not be sad Doth not the blushing Rose Breath sweet perfume I will my spice disclose But not presume The dew falls on the grass And hastes away Which makes me mind my glass Which will not stay Now plants and herbs do grow In every place Lord let not me be slow In growth of Grace Behold the fruitful trees And fertil ground Observe the painful Bees Whose hives abound I will not barren be Nor waste my dayes Like slaggards that are free From vertuous wayes The Poets Soliloquy WHy do I droop like flowers opprest with rain What cloud of sorrow doth my colour stain I like a Sparrow on the house alone Do sit and like a Dove I mourn and groan Doth discontent or sad affliction bind And stop the freedom of my Nobler mind No no I know the cause I do retire To quench old flames and kindle better fire It is my comfort to escape the rude And sluttish trouble of the multitude Flowers rivers woods the pleasant air and wind With Sacred thoughts do feed my serious mind My active soul doth not consume with rust I have been rub'd and now are free from dust Let moderation rule my pensive way Students may leave their books and sometimes play I am the Way the Truth and the Life Joh. 14. 6. Via in exemplo veritas in promisso vita in praeâ—â—io CHrist is the Way which leads to heavens joy He is the Truth which errours can destroy He is the Life which raiseth up the dead He is the Way Truth Life unlimited The way is narrow strive to enter in