lives like Enoch walks in Paradice But he who follows th' crooked waies of sin A Serpent to this Garden doth let in To tast the fruits of sense doth him intice Then sees his sin and himself nak'd by vice While God his Saints with sanctity doth cloath The figleaves of Hypocrisy they loath Fall'n midst the trees they seek to hide their sin But God i th conscience is who speaks within Our better thoughts of Paradice are the trees Which they secluded are whom sins can please Earth turn'd to earth which if none do manure It doth sins fruits thistles and thorns endure But see on water th' spirit moves of love To make the first light did on waters move From th' fount of Baptism there do rivers flow Which water Paradice and make Heav'ns fruit grow The seed of life thus watered did die To raise up fruit for all eternity The tree of life was joyned to deaths tree To make the barren bare it God must be Into the ground thou Lord it cast that we Fix'd to thy root may ever living be Thou Lord the Earth didst ope that death might have And 's sister sin in lifes Sepulcher grave Who to the world is ty'd to the Crosse is nail'd His bones are broke and he by death assail'd But he 's a good thief violence offers there The flaming sword keeps Paradise sure is prayer Or thy sprites Cherubins and the flaming sword Which keeps the tree of life is Lord thy word Since thou of life in Paradise art the tree Lord when thy Kingdom comes remember me The bone thou gav'st us is with th' Serpent joyn'd Sin breaks the bones which first with sin conbin'd The Serpents damn'd to dust which us betraid Lift like a Serpent up in dust thou 'rt lay'd Sin Lord's a Serpent with a fiery sting Thou lifted up dost to us med'cine bring Thorns on thy brow Earths curse for him dost wear Thou mak'st them Lord a Crown by being there Thief like to th' cursed tree i 'me nail'd by sin Yet sin makes wounds to let thy mercy in Lord say the word I shall be whole or say Thou shalt with me in Paradise be this day What 's alwaies every where and all believe Is truth and onely truth which can't deceive Where is 't unravel ages all times read Since truth is one why thus are none agree'd Schisms gilded weather-Cocks all must passe for gold While the world truths lights doth in dark lanthorns hold Men to th' Meridian of their flesh and blood Religion Calculate profit names it good See each Divine is but an Advocate As if Religion were temporal state They with illusion forgeries for it plead â—…nd do 't like Lawy'rs onely to be fee'd For what they plead yet none can call their right They for Religion do without it wrire Witty impieties do the Scriptures reach Like the Tyrant who to 's bed did wretches stretch Too long for cruel purposes they slice Too short they wrack confession of their vice That truth can never vary all agree yet all place truth in their varietie On the Moster's of the Science of defence in Controversie EAch Father sure 's a Ianus two waies looks One face Reformers have one Papists Books Do they by follies issues their names gain They father spurious isâ—…ues of each brain Now to th' Protestant tun'd now Roman Key Do Echo like to every voice obey Ah! Echo-like yield an imperfect sound Which can't instruct a knowledg but confound Whence most polemick truths as clearly note As th' Lover's Mistresse face in a Wanescot Or Wittingtons Maiorship by a chime of bels Which seem to tune to all wild phancy tels What though the Ruhets in the Roman head Some truth 's obstructed is the bodâ—… dead Or cause not uniform must no union be Belief in one Christ sure speaks unitie Though various Colours in Christs Coat be knit They make no seam nor cause a schism in it But these are souldiers which do pierce Christs side Cast lots for 's Vesture and his Court devide See in a mighty bulk their volumes swell Heav'ns way is narrow sure these lead to Hell Homonymas wave and skirmishing with words Or shadow fights see what each book affords You these Tostati may with ease outvie With a slight single sheeted Mercury Their tumid bodies onely serve to tell Poison within is thus can make them swell Iesuite SEE see the subtile texture of each line The Spider spins her curious web lesse fine Th' Spider infusing poison thus takes th' Fly While in her web she weaves her destiny Beware of th' Net which from a Spider came Nor for the light of heav'n mistake hells flame Like sacred bellows they the soul may blow Whether to make it to Contrition glow And zealous fervor or to subtilize And make 't to flames of Contemplation rise But ah with soul on Contemplations wing Most deal as boyes with birds do in a string Draw down on seeds of errour for to feed Or by officious handling make to bleed A spark of heav'n devotion may inspire Contentions flames are kindled at hells fire The Church TH' Kings Daughters garment may discolour'd be Yet Schism 's not made by th' variety Embroidred with good woâ—…ks Christs Spouse must go Wrinkle nor spot in Conversation show Where shadows do increase the Sun declines Yet there will shadows be where the Sun shines Forms of Religion where there is a light Where all is shadow and no shadows night But oh while most 'bout Forms poor shadows fight They Charity lose which is Religions light Who by disputes are drunk and passions vext Cast at Antagonists heads what they meet next The wildefire of Contention they increase And not by th' Milk of th' Word it cause to cease Who 's Pious he is Orthodox who loves sin He Heretick is God nor his Church shares in Happy whose lives 'gainst errours do dispute Good lives convert bad tongues can never do 't Ith'Catholick house Churches like Sisters dwell Can Sisters Sisters for each brawl expell Men in each Church have Truth enough to save And to damn Angels enough Malice have The Polemick Protestant D. TRuths more calcining Recollects ore-read To cure Truths wounds Truth they afresh make bleed Itch of Dispute the Scab of th' Church doth breed How comes Truth for a Champion Falshood need It from Contagion sprung their Countreys Plague A Wickliff Husse and Malecontents of Prague Waldo's Disciples Albingenses too Must to the Muster of Truths Champions go Thus Homer to see Truth was lent strange eyes And Virgil taught for to Evangelize What though in Tenets all do disagree In opposition of one Church they be Churches like floting Islands in the Sea Carried on th' giddy waves of Vanity How wisely for your Hierarchy you plead Your Church to raise who Church defacers need Who laid in Common Sacred and Prophane To hedge these in could you some Church-ground gain By th' Woman in the Wilderness understood As wisely as New-England Brotherhood Christian
th' shadow Lord of death how shall I fear If thou which art my life and light draw near On Our Father VVHo disobey can I Lord Father call Pronounce in heav'n my thoughts nere there at all 'T is I my God have sinn'd 'gainst heav'n and thee Blinded by sin so high I cannot see How shall he Lord say Hallowed be thy name Prophanes thy Image takes in vain the same Thy names a sacrifice Lord which will require To hallow it of flaming zeal a fire But where of Lust's a furnace in the heart Of good desires can it a Lamp impart Or what is Lord thy Kingdome unto me While th' world flesh devil here keep anarchy Yet Lord 't is every where thy pow'rs in hell But with Saints onely dost in mercy dwell Can I desire thy Will may Lord be done Which 'gainst thy Will after my own will run How shall I beg for bread or it obtain For dogs my Lusts thy childrens bread would gain As I forgive would I have thee remit Thou without mercy should'st in Judgement sit Revenge boils in my heart but there doth lie Alas froze near my heart cold Charity Would I into temptation not be led Who run into it am to vertue dead Unto my self temptation a strange devil Incarnate made a forge to frame out evil Tongue of the aged Serpent is the sting My lips are gates which unto death do bring But Lord the Kingdome Power and Glory's thine Let th' Kingdome Power and Glory in me shine Thou Lord a Kingdom makest where thou art A glympse of thine a Paradise doth impart Lord by thy presence Heav'n make in my heart So shall I Father cry which in Heav'n art A Heav'n-inspiring zeal with th' heart inflame A sacrifice mak 't to hallow Lord thy name Thy Kingdom come of grace will shall be done In Earth as Heav'n while Earth a Heav'n hath won Then shall I daily be with Manna fed Have thee within Lord who art Heav'ns sole bread Then shall I be forgiv'n Lord and forgive Can't he want charity who with love doth live Into temptation then I can't be led Thou art th' door truth light way that I must tread How can from ill I not delivered be Who have a Rock a Tower a shield in thee Thine is the Kingdom power and glory 's thine Oh shall I not have all when thou art mine Incerta poenitentia EAch day a market is where we do buy Or unto sale expose eternity Each day 's a ring with good deeds it engrave At the Lambs wedding you this ring must have Time golden Harvests each day doth present The times to be redeem'd that is mispent On the back of sin sorrow and shame doth wait Repentance hasts ne're overtakes or late To all to grieve few to repent is giv'n Whichis begot like pearls of th' dew of heav'n Happy in this snow-water bath their soul It can the burnings of their lust make whole More weep for sin that sin doth them forsake Then that by sin they God an enemy make Such water doth augment not quench Hell flame 'T is true Contritions floods must quench the same Practice of lives not tongues must Christians make He leaves not sin leaves it doth him forsake He loves not God who for himself don't love Who 's glew'd to earth shall nere know God above A Iudas here impiety may veil With kisses vengeance slow yet sure can't fail He 'l break in two discover his black soul If timely pennance wipe not sins black scrol Lord let me hear thy voice while 't is to day Lest hard'ned in sins wildernesse I stray Unto the fiery serpents sting I pray While I forsake thee Lord who art the way Certamors VVAtches and clocks al but the last hour sound That hour should in our conscience be found Sure death 's a riddle th' tablet all unfold By none the meaning can of it be told Yet th' soul surpris'd in lust hell is her share Hell where of misery the Abysses are Hell th' Common-shore of all the filth of th' world Where th' fewel of Gods wrath in fire is hurl'd Where the Salamander-lust shall bath in fire Which here anticipates Hell in loose desire On Earth by Euthymy who a Heav'n don't find The Hell hereafter feels hath here in mind But oh where 's Conscience virtues Correlate Which sugars tears and survives ev'n in fate Where 's that delicious torrent of delight Glancing i th' Cage of flesh a heavenly light From the love of God this Alchymy redowns Iron to gold turns and disgrace to crowns Can he want light dwells in th' midst of th' Sun Thirst from whose belly living waters run Would he have meat thy flesh is meat indeed By faith on thee we may sweet Iesu feed Can he want clothing Lord may put on thee Nor med'cine have of Life thou art the Tree Who wants direction thou aâ—…t Lord the Way The Light Door Truth to guide them thee obey Lord come unto my soul bid it be thine So death shall have no power when life is mine On the Resurrection ARise my God my Sun arise Arise thy side My sin doth hide Thy blood makes pure Thy wounds me cure He ever lives who with thee dies Arise my God my Sun arise Abysses on Abysses call Who God denies First to him flies Where fiends could dwell And make an hell The first sees heav'n of all Abysses on Abysses call See! ah see me purpled o're The scarlets thine Though th' sin were mine Thine was the grave My sins would have The rising thinâ—… I would implore See! ah see me purpled o're In mercy Lord in mercy rise Emit a ray And make a day Where sins black night Hath ravish'd light Thou to the blind Lord first gav'st eyes In mercy Lord in mercy 〈◊〉 This day we Resurrection call Remove the stone My sins are one Ah buried in The grave of sin Shall I no rising have at all This day we Resurrection call Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Come my dear Lord Say but the word Unto my Soul I shall be whole Thou for thy self makâ—…st onely â—…oom Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Ad Animam QUid lenta cessas ah moraris I pete Ignicule sancte Coelites Hinc hinc prophana procul in anis â—…mpia Hinc execrata vanitas Io triumphe proh sona victrix Io Triumphe reboent aethera En en reperta est quae petita fletuum Torrente pragma sedul En lota prodit en nitens en quam refert Puram creantis imaginem Io triumphe plaude Coelitum chore Redeunte plaude prodigo Humana sileant en loquuntur Angeli Quam digna sphaeris musica est The Leper cleans'd HEar Lord hear The Rhet'rick of a tear Hear hear my brest While I knock there Lord take no rest Open ah open wide Thou art the door Lord open hide My sin a spear once entred at thy side See! ah see A Na'mans leprosie Yet here appears A cleansing Iordan in
my tears Lord let the faithless see Miracles ceas'd revive in me The Leper cleans'd Blinde heal'd Dead rais'd by thee Whither ah whither shall I fly To heav'n my sins ah sins there cry Yet mercy Lord O mercy hear Th' atoning incense of my prayer A broken heart thou l't not despise See! see a Contrites sacrifice Keep keep viols of wrath keep still I 'le viols Lord of Odors fill O prayers sighs grones and tears a shower This precious ointment forth I 'le power I 'le noint wash wipe kisse wash wipe weep My tears Lord in thy bottle keep Lest flames of lust and fond desire Kindle fresh fuel for thine ire Which tears must quench like Magdalene I 'le wash thee Lord till I be clean The good Samaritan WHy art so sad my soul ah why Doth sorrow make thy bones all dry Shall my sin speak so loud and I not cry Thou good Samaritane save See every wound 's a grave Sins were the Theeves let me thy mercies have See how the priests with them partake And by not pittying new wounds make Can pass with hearts unmov'd though their heads shake Nor tears nor wounds can pitty win Thy words the twopence heav'n Lord the Inn. Thy blood the oyl must cure the wounds of sin Up up my soul make hast arise Yet be not rash beware be wise Heav'n loves not a fools sacrifice The vale 's for servants sin unloose 'T is holy ground put off thy shoes An Isaack for an off'ring choose Let not an Ismael with him share So up my soul up offer there Besiedge arm'd enter heav'n by prayer What though thy sins in troops like stars Have menac'd heav'n so oâ—…t to wars Heav'n conquering pray'rs atones the jars Rise Sun stars shall appear no more See ah fresh sins like â—…ands of th' shore Pennance lends floods to hide them ore Vox poenitentiae I I ah I thee Lord betraid While sin strange insurrections made I I like him with lips durst kisse Who sought out 's hell at gates of blisse My sins ah scourges buffets are My sins ah thorns thy temples tare My sin presents the spear nails gall Renews thy sweat death buriall Yet while I Lord with Mary come Early with spices to thy tomb With balm of pennance waiting there To offer odours up in prayer After repentant showrs of dew Angels my Sun 's arise shall shew Heark heark who 's both the light and way Calls thee my soul make hast obey Ah loads of sin and flesh can I A Camel passe a needles eye Say oh say not thaâ—… heav'n gate Too narrow is or way too strait Faith and good works can dispossess Thee both thy Loades of sin and flesh And so convei'd on wings of pray'r Thou maist like incense enter there So shalt thou find a way not strait He kneels who enters at Heav'n gate Spirit Flesh S. ARisâ—… make hast F. VVhither ah whither flies my soul so fast S. Heav'n calls obey F. 'T is night ah stay 't is night thou l't lose thy way S. The day springs rose F. Ah but thy sin black clouds doth interpose S. Those pennance clears The Sun succeds a sacred dew of teares See a full shower Heaven suffers voyolence by an holy Power F. Ah heav'n is high S. Pray'r lends a Iacobs ladder to the sky Angels descend F. VVrestle ah wrestle blessing crowns the end Soul and Christ C. SEE see Grace with her widened arms S. No Adder's here To stop an ear Gainst soul ingaging Graces charms Speak Lord O speak thy servant hears C. Come ye who thirst S. Lord give me first And in thy bottle put my tears C. The laden's call'd haste my soul haste S. Lord seest not these Ah Mountains Seas How how ah how are these o'repast C. To faith my soul fly fly ne're stay Faith can cast these Mountains i th' seas Faith through a Red sea made her way S. Lord though my sins like Mountains be A grain of Faith Still Virtue hath Thy blood sweet Iesu's a Red-sea Of Prayer AWay cold hypocrite away Why art not heard couldst ever pray Didst heav'n in flames of zeal aspire Like th' prophet carried up in fire What sympathy hath day with night Communicates darkness with the light Where lust revenge and passion shrowds Can heav'n be found through such black clouds Talke not of faith the Devils do Believe as much know more then you Nay do more good though none allow They at that Name thou slight'st forc'd bow Could such works save they thee outdo They have their fear and trembling too Wouldst thou no more thine asking miss Learn then no more to ask amiss Thy self sweet Lord thy self I ask no more Heav'n hath no joy without thee Earth no store To the Soul DUll soul aspire Thou art not earth mount higher Heav'n gave the spark to it return the fire Let sin ne're quench Thy high flam'd spirit hence The earth the heat to heaven the flame dispence Rejoyce rejoyce Turn turn each part a voice VVhile to the heart-strings tun'd ye all rejoyce The house is swept VVhich sin so long foul kept The peny 's found for which the loser wept And purg'd with tears Gods Image re-appears The peny truly shews whose stamp it bears The sheep long lost Sins wilderness oft crost Is found regain'd return'd spare spare no cost 'T is heav'ns own suit Hark how it woo's you to 't VVhen Angels needs must speak shall man be mute On the Nativity AH my dear Lord what shall I give To thee who gav'st thy â—…elf for me Since thou could'st die how shall I live Shall I not daily die with thee This is the day which thou didst make Teach me Lord teach me to rejoyce Shall I the shepherds Musick take Or to thine Angels tune my voice My Bread Life Vine Truth Door Light Way All fulness meets my Lord in thee What can I worse then nought repay Thee heav'ns all made so low for me To thee both Prophet Priest and King I have no treasury to ope I can no spices off rings bring But Odours of an heart that 's broke Lord let this incense offer'd up As a sweet smelling savour be So of salvation I the Cup Shall take and call my God on thee Whil'st Gold refiâ—…'d I tribute bring My self thine Image to my King The Contents THe Poet pag. 1 On the Soul 4 The fruit of Paradise 6 On the Masters of the Science of defence in Controversie 8 Iesuite 9 The Church ib. The Polemick Protestant D. 10 The Presbyter 11 Prophanum vulgus The People 13 On servile Will irrespective Election and Reprobation ib. Sectaries 15 Enthusiasticks 16 Beraean ib. Fiduciarie 17 In multiplicem Schismatis Hydram Universall Leprosy 18 On the Umbraticall Doctors on the Romish Party ib. On the Fencers for Religion 19 B. Iewel 20 Doctor Whitaker 20 Doctor Field on the Church ib. Dr. White Sir H. Lynd Dr. Featley in answer to Lyndomastix ib. Mr. Perkins ib. Dr. Usher ib. Mr.
pick'd Bear-like nor form'd nor handsom 'cause their lick'd Vents onely what mistaken Sages Coyn'd With the disguise of verse on what 's purloin'd Unhappy fate of Poets to be poor All beg'd or borrowed from anothers store He must have ravell'd times and Kingdoms through And when the world oreview'd can make a new A Plato's Commonwealth who can outdo A Mores Utopia and Atlantis too Can challenge Titians or our Vandickes hand Upbraiding nature whose rich pieces stand Not Zeuxes-like paint grapes that birds draw nigh But red with blood of Families drunkards fly Pierces like lightning yet not hurts the skin Though melts i th womb the conceived Child of sin At th' horror himself makes th' Tyrant fear While he 's transform'd to Tyger Wolf or Bear 'Bove th' Theban Harmony can structure raise To Abrahams Sons teach ev'n stones God to praise Make birdlim'd Avarice th' Idol gold to leave Think 't pale with guilt or gilt ore to deceive Into a scorch'd Amorist ice convey Calm rage while reason passions storms obey Embalm'd with Odours virtue make perfume While putred vanity doth in stench consume Tainted with sour breath rotten vice decaies Virtue is alwaies green like th' Poets bayes The Luxury of whose wit runs not to weeds But running up provides for knowledge seeds Who Eagle-like doth on a Pyramid sit 'Bove passions tempests and a flashing wit Above the Clouds secure doth view the Sun And in a line like him inlightning run Nay with Ecstatick Paul doth take take a â—…light And with intelligences trades for sight Thus to the Echoing Angels Moses sung And David's harps to Hâ—…llelujahs strung In proverbs glorious Solomon's aray'd From clouds of parable th' Gospel light displai'd Nor would it blasphemy be for to deny The whole Creation ought but Poesie When God in number made and measure all May we not truly term poeticall Six daies the order in Creation show Not how God made but we th' worl'd made may know Lesse then a moment made it a sit lux Stream'd out life Essence motion times efflux The world as in a womb was in Gods mind Within himself all light to make 't outshin'd The Ridle destiny which unhinges brains Within him with whom all 's present how remains Who preordains the things that present be 'T is God descends to us by Poesie Paul with such knots as these Christs Spouse hath drest Which to damnation the unstable wrest While Poet-like he acts the Carnal man They make him so by their own lusts him scan Poets are Prophets and the Priests of Heav'n Though to Hels mimicks Idol Priests th' names giv'n Into Ierusalem Lord turn Babylons flame The objects vary yet the passions th' same Teach that love holinesse which no holinesse knew Let zeal inflame the hearts which lust did stew Thus holinesse to the Lord we all may sing To write take pinions from a Cherubs wing On the Soul ENigma to the Philosopher and divine All the souls effects none can the soul define All say the soul immortall none do prove Nor life nor arguments a belief can move How can the soul an act of the body be Which to the body gives existencie If out of matter souls result can we In natural souls prove immortalitie Or him who saies mankind hath one controul Since every species can have but one soul If the soul 's infus'd how shares it Adams sin How with divinities the sin of flesh serv'd in Or who in all i th shapes of men here move Can souls that rational or immortal prove Each species may give souls of grouth and sense Vital and animal functions may dispence Without infusion wise as Banks his horse Then whom few better we find many worse Who knows himself knows all hee 's wise indeed Who can retire within and himself read Unhinging wiser brains shall nere stretch mine What 's the soul I care not Lord so it be thine Whether the soul 's traduced or infus'd It not concerns but how by passions us'd Whom flesh doth rule can't what is soul is know who 'd know 't with God must in acquaintance grow What is it Lord 't is thine sure part of thee Treating in humane flesh a Deitie Th' soul 's all in all and all in every part So all in all and in all Lord thou art By whom we live move be and all things know Life motion essence knowledge from thee flow Is 't not a glimps of th' spirit first made light VVhich here is mufled in a Cloud of night VVhen God but takes this veil of flesh away To him the light of lights returns this ray The soul that works by principles of light Doth while 't is here it self to God unite VVho here laies the vesture of his flesh aside From him Heav'n glory Earth can't secrets hide Let contemplation give but wings toth' soul It in a moment travels to each pole Descends to th' center mounts to th' top of th' world In thousand places can at once be hurl'd Can fathom the universe without touching it A Judge of states Arts nay of worlds may sit But oh a soul immers'd in flesh and blood Is lost 'midst wild beasts in a pathlesse wood Ambition wracks the soul 't is fool'd by love Pleasure doth melt hope by a tickling move Anger now burns then 's reinflam'd by lust Despair depresâ—…es avarice doth rust Now cruelty doth obdurate to a stone And then revenge makes me more hard then one Envy now gnaws and hatred strait her sours The fire of jealousie smothers all her pow'rs Sorrow doth lend me floods which fear turns ice I 'me cold to virtue hardned by vice Lord see this bird of Paradise in a Cage Assayled by a mutinous tumuls rage See th' daughter of thy bounty heav'ns own Child By passions rable shall she be defil'd Shall they the Scepter of her government take She is a Queen which thou her Kings didst make Thâ—… Kings daughter Lord was glorious within Let not her beauty be ecclips'd by sin She 〈◊〉 her fellows should be brought to thee Virtues and Graces should companions be A wedding garment Lord on her bestow Let her embroidâ—…ed with thy graces go If with th' white robe of innocence I can't come Mix the purple of thy blood or martyrdom Since the soul 's a ray that 's borrow'd of thy light Shall sin extinguish't in eternall night Lord let my soul return from whence it came Let not a spark of Heav'n turn to hells flame The fruit of Paradise VVHen that my soul by magique would aspire Prometheusâ—…ike fetch down Celestial fire Paul like to Paradise rap'd by th' part divine Sure lust doth me unto this tree recline While I descend and th' pleasures tast of sense The tree of life my Jesu 's banish'd hence He must relinquish flesh and blood who 'le be Made a partaker of divinitie Man is a Garden Jesus is within The tree of life which we do lose by sin Vittue makes Heav'n while Hell is made by vice Who
hath some Honey liquors like works swels Yet nought 's 'bove froth of phancy which he tels Doctor Potter POtter-like to his name in dirt doth trade Yet to hold truth he hath no verses made Master Cotton TO spoil good paper make foul seroles i th' same 'T is pitty in good ink bad Cotton Came He silent by wild notions all might guesse New England Church the Church i th' Wildernesse On Bishop Laud against Fisher VVHen future ages shall grow up to Laud They 'l give thy name it 's due thee applaud Rome's Fisher in thy See could cast no bait But you secur'd the Fish from the deceit The Fisher strook grew wise and silent too The Fisher like the fish made mute by you The Spouse with decent rites and order mov'd Her body had proportion to be lov'd In various colour'd garments didst her bring With Ceremonies glorious to her King Thou reformation's rude draught up didst fil And Primitive ex'llence Copy by thy skill At peace Ierusalem in her self seem'd one And like Bizantium walls an intire stone But now the Pastor 's gone the sheep do stray To Romish Wolves and schism tick Foxes prey Churches like Leda's twins do rise and set Like poor mens lands by theft do patches get Swinish perfections all is aim'd at now Parmeno-like to gâ—…untle like a sow Apocryphal Priests teach no Canonical truth Who any learns 't is out of th' book of Ruth Unhappy men safe virtue we despise Too late complain grown by our losses wise On Doctor Hammond SEraphick Doctor bright Evangelist Great light dispelling errors darker mist Thou lend'st no phrantique zeal phanatick fire To blaze Contention kindle loose desire No fiery Luthers no rash Calvins zeal Who scarce love truths Antagonists reveal The knots of ridling destiny dost undo To clear the scriptures and Gods justice too Thou mak'st the way so plain that fools can't erre Others their own thou 'rt truths interpreter Thou to the Revelation lend'st a Key Where every word is thought a mystery Phanatique Cotton Brightman Napier Mede To understand themselves a Comment need Thou clear'st the Roman Sea yet wound'st her more â—…hen those in blood drench'd made her th' scarlet whore â—…e who some truths seeks to advance by lies Against all truth bold error fortifies Could Hippo's Bishop now survive he 'de be Retracting still not to detract from thee The learn'd St. Bernard would turn pupil too 'Cause Bernard sees not all he 'de learn of you Great Cyprians Master might thy scholer be And think himself lesse paraclete then thee Thou 'twixt a Stephen and Cyprian might'st decide Who texts canst open yet not hearts divide Oreteeming zeal a Heresie to refute Hath warp'd a passionate Father to 't Let others prize truths armor for the rust Love for the serpents sake not truths but dust While streams of life phanatick phrantique mud Thou clear'st and mak'st truths face there understood Thou hast no Helena whom thou need'st to fence Which to secure dost Castrate scripture sense Fools with the two edg'd sword themselves do wound On truths face scars make which no Age mak'st sound But our seraphick Doctor clears the word Secures the tree of life with th' flaming sword Enthusiasticks boast this Ages light Had they but Hammon known who could deny 't The curse of thorns sure spinous questions be The Cherub knowledge that must guard lifes tree To a Lawyer who said though men might speak against those that are called Gospellers none justly against them were called Lawyers VVHo canting learn do only mean to cheat Sure law 's in gibrish clothed for deceit Amerc'ments made to fright the iâ—…le suit Have thriv'd so well that they invite unto 't Natura brevium sure is lost for we Nothing in nature can but long suits see An Habeas Corpus waits on every suit A suits worth nothing if no body 's to 't Suits for Westminster now so numerous are Nor Judge nor Lawyer can them all outwear For Councel-Coyn and count'nance men disburse They satisfie revenge and not their purse Both writs and Courts of error are so many Take away these and Law scarce admits any What though your Cook up all the Law doth dresse He makes a French Harsh of a Harsh French messe The Laws a two edg'd sword by which men play And with their art make it wound either way To tenter out their phancy they stretch Law Wrack the name Lawyers you 'l find liers aw My pen wants ink state-tetters for to cure Nay th' ink writ Magna Charta health procure On Magna Charta THe Judge that others doth by Law condemn Against himself a sentence gives in them The bench is silenc'd ev'n by Common Pleas The Judge himself may have a Writ of ease Remov'd to th' Kings bench from the Common Pleas The Cook himself confess'd he lost his fees Against himself the Iustice swears the peace His office or his Conscience must cease There s no Aturney doth procure a writ But ea ad sat against him is in it And Iack who most for Magna Charta pleads Blearey'd with prejudice there no sacriledge reads With knowing loyalty who have opticks strung If they have eyes to see must have no tongue Must th' people have their right no Churchmen theirs Sure wicked grown of th' Promise they 're no heirs The benefit of their Clergy pray them give They may grow better and deserve to live The Law is Reason but can it be had Men passionate grown Passion is Reason mad And oh for th' Rout who do the Law unsheath May to mad men a naked sword bequeath The Character of Loyall Friendship To his Honored Coz Euseby Petsant HE 's free who 's wife to â—…ule himself doth know Conquer'd by patience conquer can his foe Whom enemies serve to polish rust off file Envy's rust eats not in or makes more vile These flails serve onely husks off for to beat And to heav'ns granary render purer wheat More fertile grows like to the bleeding Vine In fortunes night star-like doth brighter shine Thoughs's Masters fort 's be lost retains one still Of brasse within is conscious of no ill Though fortunes Tennis ball yet mounts on high Cast on the earth from thence to heav'n doth fly Grows best i th' shade like the triumphant Bay And green with vertue doth his boughs display The frost of th' times to this Corns nutriment turns Who like a torch that 's beaten brighter burns Can smile at all the Pageantry of vice Poor vertue happier think with her own price To Velvet Cushions no devotion pay Knows straw within though their outsides be gay In giddy Tumults doth ingage no friends Whom servile fear betrays or baser ends Will neither Protest Covenant or Ingage Or sacrifice Conscience to the Rabbles rage Though the people waters th' wiseman is a Rock Unmov'd doth th' fury of the waters mock Pleas of Religion doth no Hackney make To carry lusts and tiâ—…'d doth them forsake Nor lur'd unto the fancy of the
Mustachio's 'fore he 's heard Surely he strokes his wisdome from his beard Your liver 's foul and stomach pains ith'heart VVe Cardialgia call it men of art Your spirits natural vital animal be And l 'me afraid not from obstructions free Would of erratique griefs you causes know The head 's the fountain whence these streams do flow Your livers hot cold stomach thence to the brain Vapors aâ—…ise in Clouds showre back again You are hydroptick nay Cachectick too I strangely fear a discrasy in you Oh oh my heart my heart doth down retreat Their monstrous purges you learn'd sir repeat They Panchymagogi and Catholicons be And Diaphaenicon th' rare Electuarie These are your purges man the Bezar stone Brave Cordial unto all but me unknown Have you a pain i th' stomach yes back and head Lord Master Doctor where have you this read i th' urine man by this I ev'n can know Each step and stair by which to bed you go Pisse takes the form of parts as it runs through I could no better know was I in you Hence looking-glasses Chamberpots we call 'Cause in your pisse we can discover all Why this no lesse then Aarons brestplate is The Seminalities of all ills in pisse To trust in this the College doth forbid Vile men would prelate-like have knowledge hid I never durst approach the Colledg near They Bishop like do place an Image there Their Idol-Harvy of the Serpents breed To break his head denys the woman seed VVe're wonderfully made the Scripture saies Yet this wretch how we 're made would show the waies Nay Conjurer-like makes Circling in the blood I know not why but sure it can't be good VVhat spirit 't is he trades with is unknown Distinct from blood he will no spirits own Out of five senses too he would perswade He need adde more your senses are decaid And th' world doth senses want to fee deceit Both out of money and of life to cheat All like the frog to physick will pretend Would others cure can't their own croaking mend To a Gigger to Padua Valentia and Leiden Doctors VVHo giggs to Padua doth Montpelier sent Creeps in steals out as if for theft he went If gains sure steals in secret knowledge there Or th' French inspires him or Italian air Or th' zany knowledge waits on th' Gyants name Or the matter lurks in an impostum'd fame Or who 's where wit is dealt must need have share â—…eripatetiques Grand Philosophers were If you are Laden with exotique gold To come near th' Tower of truth you may be bold For Custom-sake unto the Colledge come Volleys of praise shall entertain you home Not gilt ore to deceive with titles drest Gold need not fear for to endure the test Gold 's the Suns Child why do ye fear the light See how the bats do fear and love the night Unplum'd and bloodlesse by the light they 'r known In errors twilight flut'ring they 'r unknown A darker shop befits their fucate drugs These suck'd not milk but blood from stepdames dugs On Suburban-non Licentiates who Fox-like call the Colledge grapes sour YOu 're all Licentiates though no licenc'd crew And titles which you paid for are your due Though you by Doctors names intitled be Onely to Folly in a high degree Letters of commendations fools may gain Which pockets carry th' wise man's in his brain Honor 's the wise mans bride fools act a rape The Colledge-fruits are sour like the foxes grape These like the Dogs in errors darker night Bark at the Moon but cannot catch the light Professors might to th' Colledge pupils be Gain what you want in knowledge a degree They in arts rudiments could instruct a sage Knowledge her self is here in pupillage Shine out great lights your beams for life display While death portending Comets blaze and slay On the excellent Dr. Glisson HIc gliscit ars Art may in vain intend Her nervs for knowledge Glisson not her friend Knowledge enervate did and strenghlesse lye Til Glisson use did to the nerves supply The spirit more refin'd may now in vain Knowledge i th' circle not progresse complain Harvy and Glisson will force all confesse Knowledge by circling now 's in the progresse The Sequestred Priest pidling in Physick VVHo 's both sequestred here of state and wit He in revenge to th' world would murder it Cries destiny God Author makes of ill When by a cruel ignorance he doth kil Iure divino will this calling have Luke a Physician the perogative gave Yet sure learn'd Bard it wil the contrary teach Not you Physitians make Physitians preach The fugitive Chymick THe Knave turns quack too blow'd the chymist coal As if each blast inspir'd their Theophrasts soul He talks of salt without a grain of wit But Mercury's sure i th' lightnesse of his wit Nor doth he want his Sulphur he hath got Against the state no less then Powderplot Or good from bad by Pyrotechny take Or else you poyson may for med'cine make Yet the best things corrupted the worst be Heav'n or hels spirits are in Chymistrie On sigils For art of memory signs on Planets set Teach men themselves and Planets to forget Are plac'd on Sigiâ—…s maladies to cure By monsters Ague-like they 'r frighted sure If 't is in matter in all metalls power If in the form the scorpion may devour More wisely Theophrast did {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} write Onâ—…s Sigil and for foolery it endite On the Astrologicall quack AT th' Colledge of the stars he did commence And Statesman-like will speak the houses sense Each house for mans use stranger herbs hath got To them they essence property seed allot But is 't not strange when they so numerous be How all do with a fewer stars agree Each pil and potion too hath diff'rent sign Nature i th' stomach sure now can't refine Or i st since Heav'n stand still and earth turns round We here are giddy there no truth is found The Heav'ns a book is where men wonders read The stars are letters most a Christs Cross need Oglio of quacks VVE souls and bodies Medicasters have Both are hereditary Father fool Son th' knave Th' disease that 's known half cured some do say Now not to know 't to cure't's the ready way A fortunate Doctor though he hath no skill Wisely can cure before he knows the ill Nay ev'n his potion knowledge can instil Who 's cur'd by chance a recipe gains to kill The triple tooth'd join with three recipes A sacred number can cure each disease Looking like the Sceleton stole from Surgeons Hall Having there Knowledge gain'd's Chyrurgical With Solomons Key and 's Cabal quacks the Jew And th' book whose name sure works Nebolahu Sputring-like th' Country quack with terms of art Who by pisse prophecying wonders doth impart The words sent th' Syrian King this wretch makes wise Another those were spoke in Paradise But oh see Locusts from the infernal pit Leech Falkner Huntsman all for murder
seek'st to taint true blew 't will never stain What a blew point the strumpets lace Romes Rag Can'st think there 's lesse Religion in each tag Then all the points you tenter into Uses While Codpiece zeal would point out hot abuses Your blewer pulpit stuff you did so disjoint I durst have swore you 'd never come to th' point Both earth air heav'n thee heretick could invite Could th' Saint once nam'd make thee no proselyte The day she gave 't wing'd Quiristers took the air And joyn'd to sing her praises pair and pair Her gift resembling Violets then appear Proud thus to usher sweetnesse into th' year Yet Birds can't reach her praise Violets her sweet Nor tell what glories in her blew point meet Dost thou not see how th' blewer colour'd vein Doth bâ—…th our spirits life and souls contain Or dost not view how tinctuâ—…'d thus the sky Shews all that 's rich in heavns embroidery Or dost not know how purpled Judges sit As if they took their robes to vote for it Yet veins are uselesse vy'd sky foul words weak To speak the gift let th' Donor Angels speak Angels ah Angels she 's Seraphick sure Nature calcin'd her to that temperature Blew Garter Orders hence are vanish'd gone Blew points succeed mists fly before the sun By box and a blew point a wiser age Surely could nothing lesse then this presage They who their thoughts do elevate with drink Fancy refin'd nothing but blew can think On the Refin'd Lady CHoice extract of thy Sex where we May finde what 's in it good in thee Of so refin'd a temperature Can you then Angels be lesse pure Impurerd egs of flesh and blood Nature by dirt makes great not good When Nature made thee so refin'd Surely she portraict'd out the minde Nothing presents thee to my sense Speaks lesse then an Intelligence who 'd folio's of thy Sex reade o're Since in Epitome he findes more On the wearing of the Tag of her Blew Point THough like a Liquorish stick you 're thin Yet all its sweetnesse is within Like Aarons Rod in virtues bud A twâ—…g in virtue 'bove a wood Sure Kings white wands but Emblems be Of virtues which do reign in thee Some think by Magick Rods decline And by their head point out a Myne But oh more true none this twig see That richer Mynes finde not by thee Sure had Philosophers but you known They 'd this Elixir thought their stone Since you 're a quintessence can refine And make brasse Tags priz'd 'bove a Myne While all that 's glorious meets in you We pay to yours what is your due Who honour Saints of them do love each rag Who loves the Saint must honour needs her tag Had you but lived in a fonder age To your Blew Point they 'd gone a pilgrimage On Pentepicta A Lady with enamell'd Teeth black white and yellow F.W. THe wiseman Teeth call'd flocks of sheep Sure Iacobs speckled flocks here keep Where teeth are checker'd black and white Nay gilt too to inrich delight Her mouth ope you at Chesse may play With teeth resembling night and day Each fondling reach will praise what 's white Is there in Choak such strange delight Give me the mouth like th' Temple floor With speckled Marble paved o're Or oh more rich in gold thus set A row of pearl then one of jet On Flavia A yellow hair'd Lady E.W. COme Eagles here your Eaglets try Where hair seems Sun-beams for the eye Was there but Persians here each hair Might call a Votary to his Prayer While every one emits a ray Brighter then those gâ—…ld th' new born day Could age run back and renew Greece They 'd hither send for th' golden Fleece â—…n honour of this golden hair Sure Spain the golden Fleece doth wear Though gone Hesperian Orchards be Your head preserves the golden Tree Should Goddesses but now contend A hair of it might th' quarrel end Who would not think her the most fair Who could deserve to have your hair Or is your head a hill of fire Since men fâ—…el Aetna in desire Or Cupid of â—…hy hair makes darts Which being fire inflames all hearts Or the proud Boy will captives hold In fetters which are made of gold Nature presaging you would Empire have And rule o're hearts this Crown of Gold you gave On a Crooked Lady M.V. SUre Cupid of thy shoulders makes a bow From whence fly love shafts wounding al thee know See how the mimick Apes do shrug to bear Resemblance with the bunch you carry there View how the supple hamm'd Dons cringing bend As by thy copy they their shapes would mend The enamell'd war drobe of rich Nature view All drooping imitate anâ—… bow like you The bashful Roses shrink into their beds Lillies in emulation hang down heads Lesse then Celestial sure you cannot be The sky embrod'ring Bowe resembles thee Heav'n onâ—…ly thee a richer token bent And to inrich poor Mortals thee us sent That as the Rainbowe token is of love Earth may have one below as heavâ—…n above Hence as by age to hâ—…av'n we nearer grow Age what thy youth arrives to lends a bowe 's Like thee he makes thy praise would sum To th' period of thy praise no pen can come Tâ—…e praise of Thick and Short IF the round figures the most perfect be Th' perfection of thy sex sure 's most in thee Nature imperfect there is understood Where up to legs they run for want of blood Here 's no lank piece stuff'd out with clothes to cheat Bag pudding like thou 'rt all without deceit With thy broad shoulders there 's no slender waste Lest it might fall in two must be strait lac'd Each part 's alike thou art as thick as long Shoulders and waste have one proportion In parchment cloth'd no skeleton here discovers To kill lust in them death unto her lovers No bones stick out to threaten those draw near Sword-like through th' scabberd of the flesh appear Thy quavering flesh to all that do draw nigh At every touch presents an harmony Sure far above the Musick of the spheres Th' harmony of th' whole Globe in thee appears To Dionysia the plump Lady S D. FAt is too luscious when it is alone You fat I lean sure would do well made one How lovely 's fat with lean when inter-lin'd Should we not lovely prove together joyn'd Marr'age makes one of those before were two You may have flesh for me I bones for you Scripture sayes woman made was out of bone But you are flesh sure I a rib alone Oh might I be that rib so near your heart So near alliance death could oâ—…ely part Or you my flesh I would thy spirit be To give new life would actuate in thee Fat easily melts sure hard you cannot be Love to melt you hath kindled fires in me But should you fly the flames must quench and die How can the fire be kept no fewel nigh While I do burn should â—…ou the fuel prove Wee
'Cause lustre is 〈◊〉 to your eyes Could what we fondly phancy Moon look pale You constant guilt and change might th' look intail Or â—…hat the twinkling Ministers of fire Spangling Heav'ns Canopy at your sight retire If stars retreat 't is they erraticks are In honors sphere you are a fixed star Should I the earth as I have Heav'n re'd ore T would be Eugenia but to love thee more On a retird Lady SSpring of beauty Mine of pleasure Why so like a miser treasure Or a richer Jewel set In a viler Cabinet Virtue and vice Know but one price Seem both ally'd Nere distinguish'd if ne're try`d The Sun 's as fair as bright as you And yet expos'd to publick view Whom if envious grown or proud Masks his beauty in a cloud The wind and rain Him back again In sighs and tears Woe till smiling he appears Love's wing'd and hasts away Time is wing'd and hasts to prey Love deluded may fly hence Retirement 'gainst times no fence He 'l wanton there Dig Caves for care Make graves for love Where the blind boy nere durst rove Ceruse nor Stihium can prevail No art repairs where age make 's fail Then Euphormia be not still A Prisoner to a fonder will Nor let 's in vain Thus nature blame 'Cause she confines To barren grounds the richer Mines To a Lady singing mistake me not S. SOmetimes I burn And then to Ice return There 's no thing so unconstant as my mind I change I change I change with every wind A. Fly huswife vice Which canst be fire and ice Go learn of th' air go practice in a stew Love nere proves false proves false that ere was true S. Perhaps in jest I said I lov'd thee best But 't was no more then what I said before I vow'd I vow'd I vow'd to twenty more A. He who in jest Could say he lov'd thee best Dares jest with Heav'n tempt lightness play with fire True love true love can neither change nor tyre S. Then prithee see Thou give no heart to me For if I cannot keep my own a day What hope what hope what hope hath thine to stay Then Prithe see Thou give no heart from me For since my own hath learn'd at last to stay What fear what fear what fear thine will away Love wing'd HEnce fonder Amorists Belials Orizons ply Who laughs at your enameld perjury O how Volatile is your toy call'd love Which onely constant doth in changing prove As it begins with fire it ends with ice Change is the portion of each child of vice All lusts felicities move on feet that reel Who 's ty'd to passion's ty'd unto a wheel The Sea 's more faithful which now curles in smiles And straight incens'd in towring billows boyls Lust's'twixt a pot and glass then both more weak Each touch of male content in two's may break Who this day robs divinity to cloath His Idol will the next it strip and loath To one wond'ring at my various colour'd Mistresse LOve is begot'twixt idlenesse and lust The mettle that 's not us'd can't chuse but rust These Codpiece loves but phancies are at best They nere show well if not in colours drest The vanity of Courtship devotion to relicks asserted and confuted VVHile with the wiser dead I monument have Intomb'â—… with books a study make a grave From that more terrene part below begun Vapors ascend and obscure reasons Sun My better part turn'd Earth from th' dead I fly To read the living and find remedy Where while a Doctors books I do turn over I view a book stand by with mourning cover I 'm Pleas'd to see one like my self half dead Could live whose better part was buried When if th' dead Doctor by his books had known I would read this which still his name did own What are you Lady like a Diamond set To put your lustre off in mourning Jet Your Doctor sure did read you more then 's books In them there is no physick like your looks An itch of Courtship revels through my veins A sight of broken meat a stomack gains O I could marry was it done in hast But I am cur'd when once the itching's past Yet for the itch no better med'cine sure You can't be lesse then a quicksilver cure I 'de wed a widâ—…w ore her husbands grave VVe'd share a foot he I a hand would have Nay pule not rather let those pearls be strung And to inrich your neck in laces hung VVidows at most should but one month complain The next should grieve they no new husband gain VVhat diff'rence is 'twixt maid and VVidow known Maid is a rose in bud you 'r fairer blown Her April face now laughs then straight doth weep Their mutual courses joy and sorrow keep A husband lost now raises Clouds of tears Hopes of one present then her smiling clears She neither silence knew nor how to speak Yet the vessels crack'd how can it choose but leak Ah my dear husband he in peace is blest He 's blest indeed with thee he could not rest I could no husband love had I a new You could no husband love your husband knew Ah I could die to take the ready way Under a Souldier you 'd have enter'd pay We have no Portia's Martia's Iulia's here From Coats Swords halters we no danger fear A wife a widow wife within an hour Women like Crocodiles weep for to devour They weep for more not weep 'cause they are dead They fear that gone they gain no other head Here widows faith is fleeting as her tears In counterfeit the sorrow's Livery wears What Proteus Polypus or Cameleon doe Or Poets feign of change in her meet true Who weep alone 't is they who truly grew Who weep for others 't is but to deceive But lest this Widow too much grief endure VVho grieves in jest a jest her grief can cure She 'll mump and mow now gigle then she 'l whine You 'd think with laughter burst or sorrow pine Thus Ladies tasters waitingmaids who please Ladies your Servants cry give kisses fees Which while they take some skittish beasts are coy And turn from that they covet to enjoy 'T would cure the spleen to see them pare their lips To writh their mouths to th' wrigling of their hips But they 'r no Ladies nor we servants sure Let dregs to dregs and crack'd crack'd pieces cure Surely civility would be strangely plac'd Should these but brag they could 'fore Ladies tast Venus a Cat would to a woman change Her shape she could her manners not estrange Shee peeping at a hole a mouse doth spy And leaves her husband and the hole draws nigh Thus dregs of frothing nature will be apes To Lads yet no manners change with shapes A gilded flye of putrefaction bred By virtues death who gains a mourning head That from the dirt she her advance may show She 'l cast her head up and on tiptoes go A velvet Cushion stuffed out with straw In plumes of