have bin lengthen'd had th'untrodden way To life beene found He might have â—ose agin If something had or something had not bin What mine sees past Heav'ns eie foresaw to come He saw how that contingent Act should summe The toâ—all of his Dayes His knowing Eye As mine doth see him dead saw he should die That very fatall howre yet saw his death Not so so necessary but his Breath Might beene enlarg'd unto a longer date Had he neglected This or taken That All times to Heav'n are now both first and last He seeâ— things present as we see them past 3. On the Sacraments THe Loâ—ves of Bread were five the Fishes two Whereof the Multitude was made partaker Who made the Fishes God But tell me who Gave being to the Loaves of Bread the Baker Ev'n so thâ—se Sacraments which some call seaven Five were ordain'd by Man and two by Heaven 4. On the Infancie of our Saviour HAyle blessed Virgin full of heavenly Grace Blest above all that sprang from humane race Whose Heav'n-saluted Womb brought forth in One A blessed Saviour and a blessed Son O! what a ravishment ' thad beene to see Thy little Saviour perking on thy Knee To see him nuzzle in thy Virgin Brest His milke white body all unclad undrest To see thy busie Fingers cloathe and wrappe His spradling Limbs in thy indulgent Lappe To see his desprate Eyes with Childish grace Smiling upon his smiling Mothers face And when his forward strength began to bloome To see him diddle up and downe the Roome O who would thinke so sweet a Babe as this Should ere be slaine by a false-hearted kisse Had I a Ragge if sure thy Body wore it Pardon sweet Babe I thinke I should adore it Till then O grant this Boone a boone far dearer The Weed not being I may adore the Wearer 5. On Iudas Iscariot VVE raile at Iudas him that did betray The Lord of life yet doe it day by day 6. On the life and death of Man THe World 's a Theater The Earth a Stage Plac'd in the midst wheron both Prince Page Both rich and poore foole wiseman base and high All act their Parts in Lifes short Tragedy Our Life 's a Tragedy Those secret Roomes Wherein we tyre us are our Mothers Wombes The Musicke ush'ring in the Play is Mirth To see a Manchild brought upon the Earth That fainting gaspe of Breath which first we vent Is a Dumb-Shew presents the Argumâ—nt Our new-born Cries that new-born Griefes bewray Is the sad Prologue of th' ensuing Play False hopes true feares vaine ioyes and fierce distracts Are like the Musicke that divides the Acts Time holds the Glasse and when the hower's run Death strikes the Epilogue and the Play is done 7 On the seven liberall Sciences of a Christian. Grammar IT is an Art that teaches not t' excell In Writing Speaking as in Doing well Logicke IT is an Art sometimes of Plotting treason Against the Crowne and Dignity of Reason Rhetoricke IT is an Art whereby he learnes t' encrease His knowledge of the time to Hold his Peace Arythmeticke IT is an Art that makes him apt to raise And number out Gods Blessings and his Dayes Musicke IT is a potent Science that infringes Strong Prison dores and heaves them from their hinges Astronomie IT is an Art of taking out the Lead From hiâ— dull Browes and lifting â—p the Head Geometrie IT is an Art insâ—ructs him how to have The World in scorne and measure out his Grave 8. Christs foure houses HIs first house was the blessed Virgins Wombe The next a Cratch the third a Crosse the fourth a Tombe 9. Of Light and Heate MArk but the Sun-beames when they shine most bright They lâ—â—d this lower world both heat light They both are Children of the selfe-same Mother Twinnes not subsisâ—iâ—g one without the other They both conspire unto the Common good When in their proper places understood Is 't not rebellion against Sense to say Light helps to quicken Or the Beames of day May lend a Heat and yeâ— no Light at all 'T is true some obvious Shade may chance to fall Vpon the quickned Plâ—nt yet not so great To quench the 〈◊〉 of the Heate The Heate cannot be parted from the Light Nor yet the Light from Heate They neither might Be mingled in the Act nor found asunder Distinguish now fond man or stay and wonder Know then Their vertues differ though themselves agree Heat vivifies Light gives man power to see The thing so vivifyed no Light no Heate And where the heat 's but small the light 's not great They are inseparable and sworne Lovers Yet differing thus That quickens This discovers Within these lines a sacred Myst'ry lurkes The Heat resembles Faith the Light Good workes 10. On Judas Iscariot SOme curse that traytour Iudas life and lim God knows some curse theÌ„selves in cursing him 11. On the possession of the Swine WHen as our blessed Saviour did un-devill The Man possest the Spirits in conclusion Entred the Swine being active still in evill And drove them headlong to their owne confusion Druâ—kards beware and be advised then They 'l find you as y' are Swine if not as Men 12. On a Sunâ—Dyall THis Horizontall Dyall can bewray To the sad Pilgrim the houre of the Day But if the Sun appeare not his Adviser His eye may looke yet he prove nâ—'er the wiser Alas alas there 's nothing can appeare But onely Types and shadow'd Figures there This Dyall is the Scripture and the Sun Gods holy Spirit Wee the â—ookers on Alas that saceed Letter which we read VVithout the Quickning of the Spirit 's dead The knowledge of our Peace improves no better Then if our Eye had not beheld a Letter I but this glorious Sun shines alwayes bright I but we often stand in our owne light Vse then the day for when the day is gon There willl be darknes there will be no Sun 13. On the three Christian Graces Faith IT is a Grace that teaches to deprave not The Goods we have To have the goods we have not Hope IT is a Grace that keeps th' Almighty blamelesse In long delay And men in begging shamelesse Charitie IT is a Grace or Art to get a Living By selling Land and to grow rich by giving 14. On a Feast THe Lord of Heav'n and Earth ha's made a Feast And ev'ry Soule is an invited Guest The Word 's the Food the Levits are the Cookes The Fathers Writings are their Dyet-bookes But seldome us'd for 't is a fashion growne To recommend made Dishes of their owne What they should boyle they bake what râ—st they broyle Their lushious Sallats are too sweet with Oyle In briefe 't is now a dayes too great a fault T' have too much Pepper and too little Salt 15. On Dives THat drop-requesting Dives did desire His Brothers might have warning of that Fire Whose flames he felt Could he a Fiend wish well To Man What is there Charity in Hell
thou to take how free to give 75. On Zacheus WEll climb'd Zacheus 'T was a step well given FroÌ„ hence toth Tree froÌ„ the Tree to HeaveÌ„ 76. On the Plough-man I Heare the whistling Plough-man all day long Sweetning his labour with a chearefull song His Bed's a Pad of Straw His dyet course In both he fares not better then his Horse He seldome slakes his thirst but from the Pumpe And yet his heart is blithe his visage plumpe His thoughts are nere acquainted with such things As Griefes or Feares He onely sweats and sings When as the Landed Lord that cannot dine Without a Qualme if not refresht with Wine That cannot judge that controverted case 'Twixt meat mouth without the Bribe of Sauce That claimes the service to the purest linnen To pamper and to shroud his dainty skin in Groanes out his dayes in lab'ring to appease The rage of either Buisnes or Disease Alas his silken Robes his costly Diet Can lend a little pleasure but no Quiet The untold summes of his descended wealth Can give his Body plenty but not Health The one in Paynes and want possesses all T'other in Plenty findes no peace at all 'T is strange And yet the cause is easly knowne Tone's at Gods finding t'other at his owne 77. On a happy Kingdome THat Kingdome and none other happy is Where Moses and his Aarâ—n meet and kisse 78. On Gods appearance to Moses Gâ—â— first appeard â—o Moses in the Myre The next time he appeard hâ—appeard in Fire The third time he was knowne to Moses eye Vpon mount Sinai cloath'd in Maiestie Thrice God appeares to Man first â—allowing in His â—oule pollution and base Myre of Sin And like to Pharoes daughter do'es bemone Our helplesse State and drawes us for his owne The next â—ime he â—ppeares in Fyre whose bright And gentle flames consume not but give light It is the Fire of Grace where man is bound To d'off his Shâ—â—â—s because 't is holy ground The last apparance shall be in that Mount Where every Soule shall render an Account Of good or evill where all things Transitory Shall cease Grace be crownd with perfect Glory 79. On Gods Law Thy Sacred Law O God Is like to MOâ—ES â—odâ— If wee 〈◊〉 iâ— iâ— our hand It will doe Wonders in the Land If wee sleight and throw it to the Ground 'T will 〈…〉 A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure Nor salve untill the Brazen Serpent cure I wish not Lord thou sholdsâ— â—ithold it Nor wold I have it and not hold it O â—each me theâ—â— my God To handle MOSâ—S Rod. 80. On Pharoâ—â—s bâ—icke OVr God 's not like to Phaâ—oâ— to require His 〈…〉 for Fiâ—e His workemen wanted Straw and yet were lasht For not performance We have Straw unthrasht Yet we are idlâ— and we wâ—â—ch and kicke Against our Burthens and returne no Bricke We spend our 〈…〉 the Sâ—ablâ— And then we cry Alas Wâ— are not able Thinke not on Israâ—ls sufferings in that day When thy offended Justice shall repay Our laboâ—â— Lord when 〈…〉 Thinke 〈◊〉 was a Tyrant Thou a â—od 81. On the insaâ—iablenesse of Mans heart THis Globe of earth ha's not the pow'r to fill The Heart of Man but it desiâ—rs still By him that seekes the Cause is easly found The Heart 's Triangular The Earth is Round He may be full but never to the brim Be fillâ—d with Earth till earth be fill'd with him 82. On Pharoe's â—ard-heartednes PLagâ—es after Plagues And yet not Pharoh yeeld T' enlarge poore Israel Was thy heart so steel'd Rebellious Tyrant that it dare withstand The oft repeated Iudgements of Heav'ns hand Could neither Mercies oyle nor Iudgements thunder Dissolve nor breake thy â—linty heart in sunder No no what Sun beames soften not they harden Purpos'd Rebellions are asleepe to Pardon 83. On the change of Pharoe's fortunes OBserve what peace great Pharo's kingdom found while Ioseph liv'd what blessiâ—gsâ—round â—round His happy dayes Heav'ns plague-infâ—icting hand Was then a stranger to his peacefull Land Peace was entâ—yl'd upon his Royall Thronâ— His Land had Plenty when the World had none His full desiers over-flowd their Brim Favoâ—rs camâ— downe unaskâ—t unsought by him His Scepter florish'd from a God unknownâ— No need to troâ—ble any of his owne While Ioseph liv'd his Blessings had no end That God was his whil'st he was Iosephs Frend These temp'rall Blessings heav'n doth often share Vnto the wicked at the Good-mans Prayer But Ioseph dyes And Iosâ—phs Sons must fall Beneath their Burthens and be scourg'd withall Whilst Tyrant Pharoh's more severer hand Keeps them laborious Pris'ners in his Land God oft permits his Children to be hurld Into distresse to weane them from the world But Pharohs Blessings alter with his Brow The budding Scepter 's turn'd a Serpent now His Land must groan her plagues must still encrease Till Iacobs Off-spring shall find Iacobs peace Gods Children are the Apples of his Eye Whose touch is death if beeing toucht they cry Now Tyrant Pharoh dares no longer chuse Israel must goe Pharoh repents pursues Pharoh wants Brick Pharoh ere long I feare Will find the purchase of his Brick too deare Moses holds forth his Rod The Seas divide The Waves are turn'd to Walls on either side They passe secure Pharoh pursues them still God leaves his Children to the brunt of Ill The Chariot Wheeles flye off the Harnesse cracks One wants a Nayle the next a Hammer lacks How Man is cross'd and puzzel'd in that Plot Where Heav'n denyes successe and prospers not Moses holds forth his Rod The Easterne wind Calls backe the Tydes The parted Waters ioynd And overwhelmd great Pharo and Pharoes Host None scap'd to â—ell the newes All drownd and lost Thus thrives Rebellion Plagues nor doing good Oft-times conclude their Ceremony in Blood Thus hardned hearts grow more and more obdure And Heav'n cuts off when Earth is most secure 84. On the first bornâ— THe Firâ—â— Borne of th' Egyptians all were slaine From him that holds the Scepter to the Swayne But all that are First-borne in Israel be Accepted Lord and sanctiâ—ied to Thee Thy lookes are always turn'd upon the Prime Of all our Actions Words our thoughts our time Thy pleased Eye is fixt upon the First And from the Womb w' are thine or else accurst 85. On baptized Infants I Dare not judge those Iudgements ill advis'd That hold such Infants saâ—'d as dye baptiz'd What hinders Life Originall hath bin New wasâ—t away There 's yet no Actuall Sin Death is th' Effect of Sin The Cause being gon What ground is lefâ— for Death to worke upon I know not But of Israels sons 't is found Moses was sav'd I read that none was drownd 86. On the grumbling Israelites NO sooner out but grumble Is the Brick So soone forgotten 'T is a common trick Serve God in Plenty Egypt can doe thus No thankes to serve our God when God serves us Some sullen Curres when they perceive a Bone
Compleat Without Degrees Eternall without space Of time At all times Present without Place Think thus And wheÌ„ thy thoughts can sore no higher Stay there Stand humbly silent and admire 97. On Faith HE that wants Faith and apprehends a Griefe Because he wants it hath a true Beliefe And he that grieves because his griefe 's so small H 'as a true Griefe and the best Faith of all 98. On Mans Folly IDeots and Sense-bound Lunaticks discerne 'Twixt Salt and Suger very Babes will learne To know a Counter from the currant Coyne Bruit Beasts by ' Instinct of Nature will decline Th'alluring Bait and sense-beguiling Snare Though that seeme ne'r so sweet this ne'r so faire Yet Man heav'ns greatest Master-piece will chuse What Fooles and Mad-men Beasts and Babes refuse Delights in dangerous Pleasures and beneath The name of Ioyes pleases himselfe to death 99. On Glory THat Saint in Heav'n whose Glory is the least Has ev'n as perfect Glory as the best There 's no Degrees but in a finite Treasure No difference 'twixt Pauls glory mine but measure 100. On Reward WHen holy Scriptures mention the Rewarding Of works we read not For but stil According The end of the third Booke DIVINE FANCIES The fourth Booke 1. A Good Morrow T Is day Vnfold thine Armes Arise and rouze Thy leaden Spirits and pay thy Mcrning Vowes Send up thy Incense Let her early smoke Renew that League thy very dreames have broke Then mayst thou worke or play Nothing shall be Displeasing to thy God that pleases thee 2. A Good-night CLose now thine eyes and rest secure Thy Soule is safe enough thy Body sure He that loves thee he that keepes And guards thee never slumbers never sleepes The smiling Conscience in a sleeping brest Has onely peace has onely rest The musicke and the mirth of Kings Are all but very Discords when she sings Then close thine Eyes and rest secure No Sleepe so sweet as thine no rest so sure 3. On a Printing-House THe world 's a Printing-house our words our thoughts Our deeds are Characters of sev'rall sizes Each Soule is a Compos'ter of whose saults The Levits are Correctors Heav'n revises Death is the common Press from whence being driveÌ„ W' are gathered Sheet by Sheet bound for Heaven 4. A Dialogue betweene GABRIEL and MARY GABRIEL HAile blessed Mary MA What celestial tongue Cals sinfull Mary blessed GAB It is I MA. Who art thou GA. I am Gabriel that belong To the high Quire of Heaven MA. I faint I dye GA. Feare not sweet Virgin all the Earth shall be Son Made debters to thy Womb and blest in Thee MA. How Lord GA Thy Virgin womb shal beare a That shal redeem the world MA. My Lord how can Such wonders come to passe such things be done By a poore Virgin never knowne by Man GA. The holy Ghost at his appointed howre Shall make thee pregnant by his sacred powre MA. Wonder of wonders GA. At whose height the Quire Of heav'n stand ravisht tremble admire MA. O may it be according to thy Word GA. Before that twice five Moons compleated be Thou shalt be knowne the Mother of our Lord And thou shalt dance thy Saviour on thy knee MA. Both heav'n earth shall triumph the frame Of hell shall tremble at Maria's name GA. All Ages past and present and to come Shall joy in Mary and in Marye's wombe 5 On RHEMVS IF Heav'n would please to purge thy Soule as well As Rome thy purse thou needst not feare a Hell 6. On the life of Man MAns day 's a Song compos'd by th'great Musition Full of harmonious Ayres and dainty choyce But spoyld with Discords and too much Division Abus'd and lost for want of skill and voyce We misse our Rests and we neglect our Graces Our life the Trebble and our death the Base is 7. On MARY FOure Marye's are eterniz'd for their worth Our Saviour found out three our Charls the fourth 8. On the Church LEt not thy blacknesse moove thee to despaire Black Women are belov'd of men that 's faire What if thy hayre her flaxen brightnes lack Thy face is comely though thy Brow be black 9. On the two Essences GOds sacred Essence represents the bright And glorious body of the greater light 'T is perfect hath a Being of her owne Giving to all receiving light from none Mans Essence represents the borrowed light And feeble luster of the Lampe of night Her Rayes are faint and her Reflection thin Distain'd with nat'rall blemishes within Inconstant various having of her owne No light at all or light as good as none When too much earth shall interpose and slipps Betwixt these Lights our soules are in th' Eclips 10. On our Saviours Passion THe earth did tremble and heav'ns closed eye Was loth to see the Lord of Glory dye The Skyes were clad in mourning the Spheares Forgat their harmony The Clouds dropt teares Th' ambitious Dead arose to give him roome And ev'ry Grave did gape to be his Tombe Th' affrighted heav'ns sent down elegious Thunder The Worlds Foundation loos'd to lose their Founder Th' impatient Temple rent her Vaile in two To teach our hearts what our sad hearts should do Shall senslesse things doe this and shall not I Melt one poore drop to see my Saviour dye Drill forth my Teares and trickle one by one Till you have pâ—irc'd this heart of mine this Stone 11. On PETER VVHat luck had Peter For he tooke a Fish That stor'd his purse as well as fill'd his dish Whose bounty did inrich as well as feed him But they are better Fishers that succeed him He catcht by chance These catch the like by skill He catcht but once These catch them when they will They cast their Angles into better Seas Their bayts are only for such Fish as these Brave sport and full of curious pleasure Come There is no Fishing to the Sea of Rome 12. On HERODIAS I 'Le tell thee Light-skirts whosoever taught Thy feet to dance thy dancing had a Fault Thou 'lt find it deare Herodias if thou do'st Compare thy pen'worth with the price it cost 13. On Faith and Hope HOw much the stronger Hopes on life relye So much the weaker is my Faith to dye 14. On Water and Wine THe happy diff'rence and sweet change of life When a chast Virgin turnes a loyall Wife Our blessed Lord in Cana did divine And turnd cold Water into lusty Wine 15. On Age. HOw fresh blood dotes O how green Youth delires It most disdaines the thing it most desires 16. On a Figg-tree A Christian's like a Figg-tree that does beare Fruit greene or ripe or blossomes all the yeare No wonder then our Saviour curst that Tree Figg-trees are alwayes dead where no Figgs be 17. On RHEMVS RHemus upon a time I heard thee tell A Wall divideth Purgatory ' and Hell And that a gold-bought Masse will cleare th' offence That brought us thither and redeeme us thence Ah
Pleasure and but breathing Clay Whose Moysture dry'd with his owne sorrow must Resolve and leave him to his former Dust VVhich Dust the utter object of our loathing Small time consumes brings to his first Nothing Thus from this Nothing from this Dust began Thus Something turnd to Dust to Nothing Man 82. On ANANIAS THe Land was his The land was his alone 'T was sold And now the Money was his owne The powre remain'd in the Possessors hand To keepe his money or have kept his Land But once devoted to the Churches good And then conceald it cost his life his blood If those that give may not resume agin VVithout a Punishment without a Sin VVhat shall become of those whose unjust power Dispoyles the widdowed Temple of her Dower VVho take her Profits and in stead of giving Encrease to her revenues make a living Vpon her Ruines growing plump and full Vpon her Wants being cloathed in her Wooll VVhile she sustains th'extremes of cold and hunger To pamper up the fat Advousion-monger VVho thrust their Flesh-hooks in their thristy Pot And only leave her what they value not The whilst her sacred Priests that dayly tread Their slighted Corne must begge their early Bread Or else be forc'd to purchase easie shares VVith the deare price of their ungranted Prayres Let such turne backe their sacrilegious eyes And see how breathlesse Ananias lyes Behold the Wages that his sin procures That was a Mole-hill to these Alpes of yours He tooke not from the Church Did but conceale Some part he gave But your false fingers steale Her maine Inheritance her owne Possession His was but bare deceipt yours bold Oppression O if no lesse then the first death was due To him what death d' ye think's prepar'd for you So often as your pamper'd Eyes shall looke On your Estates thinke on the Flying Booke 83. On pious Vses THey that in life oppresse and then bequeath Their Goods to pious uses at their death Are like those Drunkards being layd to sleepe That belch and vomit what they cannot keepe To Gods and Mans acceptance I presume Their severall Actions send the like perfume 84. On SOPHRONIA THe chast Sophronia knowes not how to scape Th' inevitable danger of a Rape Cruell Sophronia drawes her hasty knife And would relieve her Chastity with life Doubtfull Sophronia knowes not what to doe She cannot keepe the one and t'other too Sophronia's in a strait One eye is fixt O' th' seventh Commandment t'other on the sixt To what Extreames is poore Sophronia driven Is not Sophronia left at Sixe and Seaven 85. On the knowing Man HEe 's like a lusty Soyle whose Moysture feeds If not a world of Corne a world of Weeds 86. On Romes Pardon IF Rome could pardon sins as Romans hold And if such Pardons might be bought for Gold An easie Iudgement might determine which To choose To be religious or else Rich Nay Rome does pardon Pardons may be sold Wee 'l search no Scriptures but the Mines for Gold 87. On the World THe World compos'd of heaven earth 's the story Of Gods Eternall and Mans Temp'rall Glory 88. On formall Devotion MEn doe God Service with the same devotion As the soule Body takes his loathed Potion They stay and stay then gulp it downe in hast Not for the pleasure but to have it past Whose druggy Tast goes so against their minde That oft the better part is left behind And what is taken 's taken but in vaine It either works not or comes up againe 89 On heavenly Manna O What a world of heav'nly Manna falls Within the Circuit of our happy Walls With how great Ioy wold neighb'ring lands receive The Fragments of those Fragments that we leave Our furnisht Markets flourish all the yeare We need no Ephaths nor yet Omers here We take unmeasur'd from the bounteous heape Thanks never were so deare not that so cheape VVe never hoard but tosse from hand to hand As if that Famine had forsworne the Land Our satiate stomacks are so lavish fed That we ev'n sleight and wanton with our Bread Ah Lord I feare when carelesse children play VVith their spoyl'd Bread 't is time to take away 90. On naturall Sins TO murther Parents or our selves has bin Though falsly counted an unnaturall Sin By Nature we are apt to fall into 't I rather think 't unnaturall not to doe 't If heav'n should but forsake us 't were agin The very course of Nature not to sin 91. On the Arke IF Flouds of Teares should drown my world of Sin Alas my floating Arke retaines within A cursed Cham to store the World agin What then so long as holy Sem vouchsafeth But to divide a Tent with bashfull Iapheth 92. On SOPHRONIA SOphronia chooses rather to commit Selfe Murther then by violence to submit Her ventur'd honor to th' injurious trust Of the eye sparkling Tyrants furious Lust What means Sophronia Dare her conscience frame To act a Sin but to prevent a Shame 93. On a faire Prospect LOoke up And there I see the faire abode And glorious Mansion of my gracious God Looke downe In ev'ry garnisht corner lyes Favours objected to my wondring eyes Looke on my right hand There the sweet encrease Of Joyes present me with a joyfull Peace Looke on my left hand There my Fathers Rod Sublimes my knowledge from my selfe to God Looke forward There I see the lively Story Of Faiths improvement and of future Glory Looke backward There my thankfull eye is cast On Sinnes remitted and on Dangers past Looke inwards And mine eye is made partaker Of the faire Image of my glorious Maker Looke up or downe About above or under Nothing but Objects of true Love and wonder 94. A Resolution IF thou hast giv'n me Wealth great God I crave Content and Grace to have the goods I have If otherwise thy will be done I crave not So much to have as use the goods I have not Lord make me Thine And then I shall appeare If not thy Almner yet thy Beads-man here 95. On the worlds Welcome EArths Entertainments are like those of Iael Her left hand brings me Milke Her right a nayle 96. On our Meditation upon God VVHen thy ambitious knowledge would attempt So high a Taske as God she must exempt All carnall sense Thy Reason must release Her pow'r Thy Fancy must be bound toth ' peace Thy Spirits must be rapt They must exile Thy flesh and keepe a Sabbath for a while Thou must forget thy selfe and take strong Bands Of thy owne Thoughts and shake eternall hands With thy rebellious Lusts discard and cleare Thy heart of all Idea's Then with Feare And holy Reverence thou must thinke of One As though he were not to be thought upon Conceive a Spirituall a most perfect Beeing Pure simple At the selfe-same instant seeing Things Present Past and Future One whose Might Whose Wisedome Iustice Mercy in a height Above Exceeding is Himselfe being Great Without a Quantity and most
away That for an Angell paid a Groat a day 39. On DAVID WHo ever sung so high so rapt an 〈◊〉 As David prompted by heroick Clio But when thy more divine Vrania sung What glorious Angell had so sweet a tongue But when Melpomene began to sing Each word 's a Rapture or some higher thing Sweet were thy triumphs sweet those ioyes of thine O but thy Teares were more then most Divine 40. On a Monument SEest thou that Mon'ment Dost thou see how Art Does polish nature to adorne each part Of that rare Worke whose glorious Fabrick may Commend her beauty to an after day Is 't not a dainty Peâ—ce And apt to raise A rare advantage to the Makers praise But knowst thou what this dainty Peece encloses Beneath this glorious Marble there reposes A noysome putrid Carkas halfe devour'd By crawling Caniballs disguiz'd deflour'd With loath'd Corruption whose consuming sent Would poyson thoughts although it have no vent Ev'n sucha Peece art thou who ere thou be That readst these Lines This Monument is Thee Thy Body is a Fabricke wherein Nature And Art conspire to heighten up a Creature To summe Perfection being a living Story And rare Abridgement of his Makers Glory But full of loathsome Filth and nasty mire Of lust uncurb'd Affections base desire Curious without but most corrupt within A glorious Monument of inglorious Sin 41. On PLAVSVS PLausus has built a Church And lest his Glory Should dye has boasted his vain-glorious Story Vpon the painted Wall and built to Fame A large Memoriall of his doubtfull Name Plausus 't is bravely done Thy Deeds make knowne Thou either seekst Gods glory or thy owne 42. On CENSORIO THou blam'st the Age condemns the daies of crimes If thou wouldst mend thy Faults 't would mend the Times 43. On fooles of both kinds SOme scorne the Crosse whilst others fall before it Some sit and take the Bread and some adore it Some are too bold and others too too nice Fooles act a Sin whilst they decline a Vice 44. On the name of JESVS IT is the common course of man to double The name of Iesus in the times of Trouble The name of Lord is not a stile to please us Iesu's no Lord with us if Lord no Iesus 45. On the Woman with the Issue HOw could thy Soule fond Woman be assur'd Thy long disease could be so eas'ly cur'd What couldst thou think the touch of cloth was good To dry the Fountaine of thy flowing Blood Or was 't because our blessed Saviour wore it Or why I read not that thou didst adore it He nere so much as ownd thee Woman Sure Thy Faith and not his Garments wrought the Cure 46. On our Redemption WE were created at a Word a Breath Redeemed with no lesse then Blood Death How much greater labour is it than To wash a Sinner then to make a Man 47. On Gods Arme. T Was not that he was weake or thou so strong He dy'd so soone or that thou liv'st so long The head-strong Oxe is haled to the slaughter When the poore worm crawls many a Summer after When Heav'ns victorious arme shal please to strike The Gyant and the Pigmey are alike 48. On our blessed Saviour O Thou that wert the King of heav'n and earth How poorely wert thou attended at thy Birth A Manger was thy Cradle And a Stable Thy Privy Chamber Marye's knees thy Table Theeves were thy Courtiers the Cross thy Throne Thy Dyet Gall A wreath of Thornes thy Crowne All this the King of Glory endur'd and more To make us Kings that were but Slaves before 49. On CORDVPLO KEepe in thy Actions and maintaine the Fences Of thy clos'd lipps Corduplo and thy Senses Thou shalt deceive both Man and Devill too And mayst be damn'd and yet they never know The Devils power of knowledge never delves Into our hearts till we proclaime our selves 50. On Dreames VVHo dreams a Sin not his dreams forbid it An entertainment sins as if he did it Which if thy slumbring Soule could not prevent Th' art safe if thou hast dreamd thou didst repent 51. On ADAM How soon poore Adam was thy Freedome lost Forfeit to death ere thou hadst time to boast Before thy Triumph was thy Glory done Betwixt a rising and a Setting Sun How soon that ends that should have ended never Thine eyes ne'r slept untill they slept for ever 52. On Sins and Blessings VVE write thy common Blessings Lord upon A sliding streame no sooner writ but gon Thy more illustrious Favors we entrust To the dry Sand defac'd with ev'ry Gust But Lord our Scrowle of Sins are written downe On during Marble or some harder stone And our extreame mis-doings are thought good To be inscrib'd like Draco's Lawes in blood Lord let us change our Tables or our Story And we shall have more Comfort Thou more Glory 53. On CELIA CElia complaines her Heart cannot be well Nor will not Celia till it cease to swell 'T is too-too proud with blood perverse and stout It must be launc'd to let the humour out Alas no launce can pierce it It is growne More hard then Raunce or th' Adamantine stone Then Celia like an Adamant thou must Make the incision with her owne made dust 54. On PVSILLVS PVsillus can be jocund never whines When he is full but still in want repines And like a bad-nos'd â—ound that hunts not true Hee 's at a Fault if not the Game in view Be well advis'd Pusillus Heav'n may chance To pipe no more if thou give ore to dance 55. On Beliefe THe Divels doe beleeve I know they doe But their Beleefe does make them tremble too 57. On CRASTINIO PAst time is gone the Future is to be Crastinio say which most belongs to thee The first thou further goest and further from And thou mayst dye before the last shall come The first Crastinio's now growne out of date Perchance the last may come but come too late The last's uncertaine and the first is gone The present then Crastinio's thine or none 58. On an Hower-glasse MAns life is like an Hower-glasse wherein Each sev'rall sand that passes is a Sin And when the latest sand is spent and run Our Sinnes are finisht as our lives are done 59. On KAIN KAin 't is true It was and did appeare A Punishment too great for thee to beare If thou hadst had a Faith and couldst have bin As much opprest and loaded with thy Sin Thy greater patience either might out-worne it Or found more able Shoulders to have borne it 59 On TICIO TIcio stands gaping for the clouded Sun To be inform'd how fast the howers run Ah foolish Ticio art thou sound in minde To lose by seeking what thou seekst to finde 60. On SORTIO SOrtio that makst a Trade of gaming know Thou breakst two great command'ments at a throw The third thou break'st by thy abuse of Lot Thou breakst the Tenth that bids thee Covet not Now tell me Sortio whether
strength and double power To draw those sinfull Shafts that shoot at heaven Thou knewst our easie Nature would be driven By ev'ry Breath and that our thoughts would fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Thou knowst that growing Time wold more unlevell Our rugged Wills and tookst the best of evill Lord take it and betimes that being possest Of that thou mayst prescribe for all the rest 81. On PARTIO THou sayst thy will is good and glory'st in it And yet forgetst thy Maker ev'ry minit Say Partio was there ever Will allow'd When the Testators mem'ry was not good 82. On an evill Conscience WHat hells of Horror an evill Conscience brings What strange Chimera's what prodigious things A pregnant womb of wonders Ev'ry minit We Sin but least when most we sin agin it 83. To MVNDANO NEre thinke Mundaeno that one Roome will hold Thy God and all thy gold If ere they chance to meete within a heart They 'l either fight or part So long as Earth seemes glorious in thine eyes Thy thoughts can never rise Beleeve 't Mundano by how much more neare Thou getst to Heav'n the lesse will earth appeare 84. To my Friend VVOuld'st thou be prosp'rous tho the beÌ„ded brow Of Fortune threaten thee He teach thee how Call home thy dearest wishes and recall Thy hopes Expect the worst that can befall If come thy heart will be the more secure The lesse amaz'd and abler to endure If it come not Expectance is no losse Perchance it armes thee for another Crosse Thus wisely sheltred under this reliefe Thy Ioy shall be the lesse and lesse thy Griefe 85. To Malfido CHeare up Malfido Lay thy thoughts more level Make sure of Grace and ne'r suspect thy Food He that is Good can give a thing that 's evill No more then thou being evill canst wish a good He better knowes to give then thou to begge Thou whin'st for Stones and grumblest at an Egge O let his better will suspend thy wish And thou shalt find no Scorpion if no Fish 86. On CRVCIO THou stil complainst that sorrowes do attend thee And that their savours do so much annoy thee Mistake not they are weapons to defend thee They be not Engins Crucio to destroy thee Wilt thou mislike thy Cropps of swelling Corne Because th' are trencht fenc'd about with thorn 87. To RHEMVS T Is true we are but dust but wormes nay men That are more base then either And what then Shall wormes or dust or men be well advis'd To goe in person where we have despis'd Before a God a glorious God I doe Who bids thee Come will bid thee Welcome too Rhemus when call'd in person you appeare By Proxy tell me where 's your manners there 'T is better to be wisely bold then make Thy selfe unmannerly for manners sake Some ill-bred Clownes there be that being loath To foule a Napkin draw a filthy Cloath 88. To MACIO DRoope not beneath thy wants as if forlorne Thou must be made a Iewell to be worne In Abrams bosome Macio he that comes To Abrams bosome finds his way by Crumms 89. On Reproofe T Is not enough to strive agin the Act Or not to doe 't we must reprove the Fact In others too The Sin being once made knowne To us if not reprov'd becomes our owne We must disswade the Vice we scorne to follow We must spit out as well as never swallow 90. On CVRIO TWo Eares to let in Knowledge Nature gave To entertaine true Faith one heart we have Why so I le tell thee Curio in briefe Our knowledge twice exceeds our halfe beleefe 91. On ZELVSTVS ZElustus thinks his paines are worth his labour If he love God though he traduce his Neighbour His hot-mouth'd Zeale false-gallops on so fast In the Table't tyers in the last Art thou a faithfull Steward of Gods store Zelustus that spendst Sixe and keepst but Foure 92. On Philautos PHilauto's Charity is like a Mouse That keepes at home and never leaves the house Till it be fir'd It stirres for no mans cause Vnlesse to feed on Crumms of vaine Applause Take heed Philautos lest thou heed too late The Mouse in time will eate up thy Estate 93. On Dubius DVbius Thy eares are two Thy tongue but one Heare God and Priest Confesse to God alone 94. To Sir Julius Cesar Master of the Rolâ—es THe high Perfections wherwith heav'n do's please To crowne our transitory dayes are these Goods well possest and not possessing thee A faithfull Friend equall in love degree Lands fruitfull and not conscious of a Curse A boastlesse hand a Charitable purse A smiling Conscience A contented Mind A sober knowledge with true Wisedome jâ—ynd A Brest well temper'd Dyet without Art Surfeit or want A wisely-simple Heart Pastimes ingenious lawfull manly sparing A Spirit not contentious rash but daring A Body healthfull found and fit for labour A House well order'd and an equall Neighbour A prudent wife and constant to the roofe Sober but yet not sad and faire enough Sleepe seasonable moderate and secure Actions heroicke constant blamelesse pure A life as long as faire and when expir'd A glorious Death unfeard as undesir'd 95. On LVCRO LVcro how poor thy Tyrant-wealth has made thee How miserable poore It has betrayd thee To thy owne seeming selfe And it is growne As little thine or lesse then thou thy owne Alas poore Lucro how thy fruitfull pawnes Abuse thy Stomacke that so often yawnes For a good Morsell whilst thy Saint does rome Like a Dâ—coy t' entice evill Angels home Whose more imperious presence must controule And fright the peace of thy perplexed Soule Lucro be slave no longer to thy pelse Sub due thy Gold and make thy selfe thy selfe But if thy Saint be growne too strong for thee He tell thee Lucro Turne thy Saint to me 96. On MENDAX FAire-spoken Mendax on the least occasion Sweares by his Faith and by his owne Salvation Is rashâ—brayne Mendax well advised then To pawne his Faith in God for Faith with Men Sure small 's thy Wit or Credit to be drawne For Wares so poore to leave so great a Pawne 97. On BLANDVS VVHen ere I wish my Blandus a Good morâ—ow He is my Servant If I come to borrow Or but salute my Blandus passing by I am your Servant Blandus does reply If court my Blandus I must understand He is my Servant and does kisse my hand Discourse with Blandus ev'ry Clause shall be I am your Servant If he drinke to me My Servant does it I returne his Love My Servant pledges If my lips doe move A Suit he is my Servant Though I doe Abuse my Blandus hee 's my Servant too How blest am I his service should be such To me He never told his God so much How much dear Blandus hast thou bound me thine That art his Servant not so much as mine 98. On Rebellio THe stout Rebellio scourged by his God Slights his Correction and