is decreed that I in Hell must lye And that Another must my charge supply Nothing but horror sounds without within My Soule like Zims and Oyms full of sinne Scritcheth out aloud Judas Iscariot Come away to Hell for thou hast forgot And renounc't thy Baptisme betraying God The Sonne of God make here no more abode On Earth I come I come a Damned Ghost By you O Furies to be ever tost God frownes because my Master I did sell And now because God frownes I le downe to hell The fearefull end which Judas made so knowne So common ranne disperst through all the Towne That Salems Clergie stood as men agast And doubting lest for their rash sentence past And treachery the hand of God might strike With vengeance them for their false deedes dislike They all agreed their Church not to defile With Bloods Reward but so to reconcile The fact with workes of Merits bastard kind That God might seeme to them like Mortals blind This made them play for cloaking of abuses Bo-peepe with Faith and turne to Pious uses The Thirty pence the hire of treachery As Zachary foretold their Salary Buying therewith the Potters field to Bury Poore strangers in thereby to slacke Gods fury O fond conceit to doe an Injury And afterwards like Hallifaxes Jury To fit and see the wronged man redrest When doome forepast could never be reverst Nor ransomed with guerdon Competent Chiefely for Blood to which they gave consent Against Gods Lambe not of Religious care But factiously the Churches Fleece to share Without reproofe or Shepherds Brow severe For this made them to Christ such mallice beare Fearing lest that in time the Cautious wise Might counterchecke their maskt hypocrisies If this New man in that luxurious Age Should draw their Flocke to his New Pasturage With Parables infolding Charity Repentance Faith and Hearts Humility No doubt but they acknowledged the Word To be Divine and worthy of Record Which Jesus taught confirm'd with Miracles But Satan had cast forth such Obstacles Of Merits Clouds before their Carnall sence That they might slight the Spirits Quintessence The Bread of Life the New mans nourishment As crosse to that which they for Lucre vent Gods holy Writ corrupting with Traditions With Thalmuds Quirkes and thorny Expositions For Juries Church with Carnall Pharisees Was branded then and with dull Saduces Which with their Monkes Essences would deface By Merits bragges Gods Covenant of Grace Making the weaker sort of Soules beleeve That they could stint Gods wrath or it reprieve But why blame I the Jewes Apostacy When now the time of Daniels Prophesie Was come that their Messias should be slaine Not for himselfe but for Anothers staine The more vile wretches we that gave the cause By the flat breach of our Creatours Lawes He Legions might of Angels to his Ayd Have cal'd but then Mans ransome was not paid He might to Hell all Adams race have cast But then he had left none his Grace to tast And this sweet Grace of his made him to beare Such wrongs in Jewry Land and to forbeare With us our debts which none could satisfie But he alone whose Merits Justifie This is my Faith the upshot of my Creed Thy Blood O Christ can save fraile Adams seed If they Repent believe and turne to God Thou wilt absolve them from thy Fathers rod Yea from Hell-flames for thy worths excellence Restor'd what Adam lost Soules Innocence Thy humble Life and Death upon the Crosse Have crost Gods Sentence and repair'd our Losse Let therefore to his Crosse our zeale returne And never cease with Holy Flames to burne Untill we end sad Fridayes Sacrifice And see what Christ paid more for Humane vice I meane not onely that which Helene found With rubbage soil'd but the Crosse solid sound Which scorching Soules for new Jerusalem Aâ—ords to Saints a more expedient Theame We never saw the Crosse where Christ was fixt Yet we beleeve that he was Crucifixt Now to his Death his sore tormenting Death They led Gods Lambe to end his wearyed breath With floutes and shoutes they led him to the Crosse The waight whereof by force they did impose Because his Lambe-like strength began to faint And could no longer beare it by constraint On Simon of Cirean a labouring man A good poore Soule an honest Publican Whom there by chance the Ruffian Souldiers met Upon the Raised Crosse they Jesus set With loud Out-cryes as at a May-pole Game And to the same with Contumelious shame His hands and feete with piercing Nailes they fixt And like a Judge plac'd him two Theeves betwixt The more to spite him But the Morall is Some he shall doome to Hell and some to Blisse For these two Theeves were of a diffrent Faith Th' one railes at him the other meekely saith We faulty are but this man guiltlesse dyes Remember me Good Lord when thou doest riseâ— To whom sweet Jesus instantly replyes This day thou shalt with me to Paradise Which words well markt who will not thence inferre But Grace workes more than Merit and averre That Christ Gods power had when Crucified He could so soone a Theefe make Justified To reape that Harvest where he never sow'd Even Blisse which with their Caterwalling loud Some hunted for yet could not with it meet Like Cats for Fish that would not wet their feete But th' unbaptiz'd that liv'd not to restore What he had rob'd doth wonder-rap me more To see him Crown'd a Saint in Heaven Above Then that I dare discusse Gods hidden Love Who of meere Grace payes some at Sun-set hires Equall with them whom earlier he inspires Or aske the King why he to Honour screwes Some men of lesse desert than mine in shewes Faith wins us Grace So while proud Rabbies laught Poore Women wept and at the Crosse were taught With Swan-like Song though in deaths Agony Christ warned them by way of Destiny Shed not yee Daughters of Jerusalem Your Teares for me but for your selves shed them My Father to whose care I recommend My Soule will to his children comfort send The dayes will come when they that Barren are More safely shall then Women Fruitfull share When many shall in perills dolorous Cry out yee Caves and Mountaines cover us For if a Blooming Tree of verdant sap Be thus cut off how shall the dry escape To shew what Love is unto Parents due His Mother Mary at his last adieu Whose Soule with his as Simeon did relate Was as with sword pierst in that Bloody fate Having with constant mind whilst others fled Staid by the Crosse till she should see him dead He comforted with John Behold thy Sonne With charge to him Behold thy Mother John Two sacred Saints joyn'd in one Legacy Two Soules fast knit in Saint-like Amity John therefore home the blessed Virgin tooke And never she her Sonne bequeath'd forsooke But in his house remain'd a Widow-Mayd Untill her debts to Nature she had paid These pithy Types of Charity and Grace Christ dying
Feares Whose eyes for sin gush seldome out with teares Nor can they force one brinish pearly drop Nor fetch true sighs thogh sighs might vengeance stop To which I joyne the burden which he bare Of Adams sins which did augment his care His delicate smooth mortall Flesh did strive With Hell and as it were sought to reprieve The comming vengeance of the Godheads Doome To every Mortall due even from the wombe And after he had crav'd his Fathers Ayd For his true Church thus for himselfe he pray'd Deare Father now let not my Soule become For Sinners debts charg'd with a greater summe Than Nature can repay But let me passe Without more paine poore man is like to glasse Soone broke bruis'd or like the wither'd grasse Unlesse he be supported by thy grace Unlesse thou please the Torture to abate Or give him strength hard is the Martyrs Fate I st possible thy Lees and wrathfull Cup To passe that I shall not sins banquet sup Ah no The Ordred course of things to come Must correspond with thy Eternall Doome Therefore my will to thine Lord I submit I kisse thy Crosse I love and honour it Such piteous plaints Christ with a troubled spirit Powr'd when no curse he for himselfe did merit And no marvell for he endur'd the scourge For all mens sins and all he sought to purge He tooke on his owne backe on his owne score The whole burthen which made him groan the more Of meere Free will and Love not by constraint He tooke on him our frailties as our shape That from the Hunters snare we might escape Our Pride our lusts mallice and wiles he bare And bath'd them in his sweat teares blood and care He suffred for all Adams Progeny Unlesse some madly crosse their Destiny And chuse the Kite the Foxe and Leopard Before the Spirits Dove or Lambe for Guard All Christians reape his Passions benefit Save those who had renounc'd him of despite Or those who fixt their hope on others Fate Distrusting him to be Sole Advocate O that men markt what their Redemption cost How Christs deare Blood hath Gods Hand-writing crost And that they waigh'd the Persons dignity Abased thus out of meere charity To Sacrifice his owne most guiltlesse Blood For saving from hell-fire fraile Adams Brood With weeping eyes and with a bleeding heart He came to his Disciples gone apart And in this posture sad besmear'd with signes Of griefes excesse Teares shed like brackish Brines He calls to them whom fast he found asleepe Awake my Friends from sleepe can you not keep Your selves one houre to watch and pray with me Arise I say for now my time I see Drawes neere I may not shunne what is decreed In Heav'n that I must ransome Adams Seed The Fatall Houre drawes neere that I must smart For Humane kinde Come let us hence depart With such Propheticke words he them awakt Although his heart strove with deepe sorrowes rackt And thereupon the beaten path they tooke Neere Olivet to crosse Old Cedrons Brooke Which running through Jehosaphats faire vale Did where they were bedew the Garden pale A Hymne in honour of the blessed Trinity for our New Birth and Spirituall Regeneration LEt us extoll with Sacred Mirth The Triple Spring of our New Birth The Father Sonne and Holy Ghost Recalled us from every Coast When we were tost And almost lost The Father chose us for our Good The Sonne redeem'd us through his Blood The Holy Ghost came from Above And seal'd us Faith with Flaming Love Yea Jordans Dove Taught us to Love The Turtle Dove loves onely One But losing Him she lives alone And so doe we as heretofore â—n Persons three one God adore One God implore For evermore The Sonne of God who represents The Fathers Person Excellence And Majesty we daily blesse And sue unto in our distresse For wrongs redresse Or more or lesse Above the Starres three persons shine Of God-head One One will Divine Who bath'd our Wounds and gave us Wine When we for paine were like to pine Christ is the Vine His Crosse the signe By them we change from Death to Life By them we hate fell Passions strife By them we doe these Rayes partake That Pride and Lust we must forsake And Fiends which rake For Tophets Lake For our Old Lord the Tempter now We Christ for our New Lord avow And for old Plots and Carnall lies With our New man we sympathize And Christian-wise We Sacrifice By his deare Blood we doe confesse He ransom'd hath our wretchednesse If we represse the Rebell Flesh He will not leave us comfortlesse But us will blesse With Joyes Excesse He as our Head Faiths Living Rocke Both God and Man of Judaes stocke Was borne and bath'd in Jordans streame To wash us from sins foule extreame This Holy Theame The New-mans Dreame We to thy Throne present O King Supreame Dipt in the Spring which from thy side did stream The Fifth Dayes EXERCISE The Argument Christ is surpriz'd and Peter him forsweares But soone repents False Judas raves with feares Led after floutes to Caesars Judgement Hall Christ is condemn'd to stint the Jewish brawle By Pilate to the Crosse where pain'd he dies Then Joseph begges the Bodies Obsequies HE that affects th' eternall Sabbaths Rest There with the Lambe to live for ever Blest He that desires to be a Saint profest And to the Sonne of God a joyfull Guest Must in this world for sad Good Frydayes Feast Reserve one Day within the Weeke at least He must take up the Crosse with Love-dread Note And weare with Abbaes sound Christs seameles coate He must lay cares aside be mov'd to pitty And for his sake sing out a dolefull Ditty T is not a Poets feast of Prognes Cooking Her guiltlesse Child but heere 's one worth the booking And looking on without nice wits rebukes By Men of Lowest Ranke as Greatest Dukes A Feast in blood before the Father laid By his deare Sonne to save the Soule dismayd A Feast indeed which Carnall mindes despise Because it types the New-mans Sacrifice O Happy Guests for whom this Feast is drest O Happy me if I could cooke this Feast According to the New-mans appetite And without blame to doe the Founder right If it be drest like to a Hodge-podge say What meate God sent the Scullion marr'd to day If well give God the praise and not to me Give Him the Thankes who sent these Cates to thee Bought at a Costly rate to cleare from Lust And passions Gall thy Soule and mine I trust To further this we must first Purify Our selves with Fasts and Nature mortify Not like our Gulles or gutling Libertines Who slight all Fasts vowes and Religious Lines Packe hence therefore ye carnall Epicures Touch not this feast nor our Mount Calvares cures Good Frydayes Priest warnes them that went astray With Peters Teares to greete that mournefull day Which puts the Soule in minde twixt Love and Feare To heed the Crosse each Fryday
O God most Just and for his sake we trust Thou of meere Grace wilt us repute as Just Before we be by Satan crusht Before our Bones lye in the dust Now is the Time or never to us ayd For after death when we in earth are layd What Sacrifice what Offering wilt thou have Thy Christ hath ransom'd us and thou dost crave No more then his deserts to save Sinners from Hels devouring grave Christ is our Head him onely we adore Christ is the Saint whose helpe we still implore Christ is the Light which harts more cold then Ice Hath warm'd and chear'd by the Soules Exercise Christ is the Lambe that paid the price To Justice due for humane vice This Sacrifice regardfull of the strife Twixt Heaven Earth for our sicke soules releife Most gracious Lord we to thy Grace present Not to fulfill Romes Amulets intent Or unction charm'd for Sacrament But with pure Faith Loves Balme to vent Both which thou hast from Heaven sent Both which on Earth yeeld thee content Amen The Second Dayes EXERCISE The Argument The Mystery explain'd of Christ his Birth Why he came poore and strange to Carnall Mirth Here they are toucht who soile his Feastivalls With Riot Pomp or drunken Bacchanalls THe Scribe of late who blaz'd the Churches state From Christs Ascent till this yeares present date Now represents a more Soule-quickning part And to win strayes drops on the stony heart Alluring them by sacred charmes to watch And waite on Him who made poore Bethlems cratch Borne there without Male-Sire in Judaes Land Like Daniels Mountaine-Stone cut without hand More glorious than the Romane Capitoll Or Rhodes Colosse in the Sev'n Wonders Roll. For this sweet Trance to rebaptize the Will To rowze the Braine the Soule with zeale to fill Draw Christians neere and view the Stable-Cratch Where lay the Virgins Son Draw neere dispatch And humbly greet this Heav'ns Earths umpeere Whose Joyfull Feast good Christians every yeere Do solemnely renew for twelve Dayes space Till that bright Starre ends at his Native place Wisemen they were who did this Light partake Led by that Flame which through the Prophets spake Had we their Star or Iacobs Staffe for Guide Diviner Dreames our Fancies would betide We might then hope with safety and with Ease To passe the Spanish Straights and Mid-land Seas In spite of Moorish Pirates or Algiere And without feare of Turkes to domineere Till we arriv'd at last on Joppaes Strand And so from thence survey that Holy Land Where dwelt sometime a Shepheard Royaliz'd Out of whose Ligne Our Saviour Humaniz'd The second Adam our soules Shepheard came As well from God as from Just Abraham But how cam'st thou quoth Zeale to found out Truth In tuned forme a worke for Joviall Youth No humane skill can ancient yeares exchange From whence then spring these Tunes these motions strange In thee whose Beard bewrayes that Melancholy Strives to supplant the sanguine humour wholy He that inspir'd poore Fishermen to rowle Deep Mysticks with New Tongues and to enrowle For after-times his Gifts on them conferr'd Hath now fresh Heat into my veines transferr'd To scare the Proud to cure the crazed Foole Like that which sometimes stirr'd Bethesdaes poole He guided me to Bethlem Nazareth To Jordan Salem and Gennesâ—reth Whence by Christs Birth Deeds Crosse and rising up From death to Life we cheere up Soules that droop For there is no distemper nor disease But if we fixe on Christ we shall find ease Christ paid the Price for our infirmities Christ onely is the New mans Sacrifice To honour Him with Soule-rapt Extasie God breath'd in me sweet-working Poesâ—e Slight not then Readers my conceites but heare With spungy eares what I deliver here God grant that these work more sung of his Sonne Then all my former workes and I have done Old things are done we must be borne anew Rise Libertine and Christ his Birth renew Rise up thou lazy Soule thou pampred Sot T is neere Sun-set leave we this sensuall Cot For Castawayes who spend their time in pleasure And cannot in a yeare find one dayes leasure To meditate upon Christ crucifyed With humble thoughts and vessels sanctifyed Nor on Christs Birth how that his Incarnation Availes us more than Adams first Creation O why came he into the world a stranger And would be borne in a poore homely Manger Why did the Lord of Lords himselfe abase To take on him our faults but to give place To Justice which equality requir'd Which to shame Pride harmoniously desir'd Gods Righteous Zeale did satisfaction aske But Man could not performe so great a taske The infinite high Wisdome was offended And for a price as infinite intended The whole world shooke the Elements did warre The Planets starres and humours fell to jarre All chang'd their former course The Sun lookt pale Fiends into Hell were like Mankind to hale There were but two and they from goodnesse fell How could their Race then be but slaves to Hell Soft hasty wit I saw the New man comming Just at their Fall to curbe the Devils cunning I saw their Griefe their Penitence and Crosse I saw Gods Grace Conditionall after Losse I saw Gods Seale of Pardon for their Sinnes When their bare Limbs he cloth'd with Coates of Skinnes For when our Parents sinn'd they were asham'd Shâ—me wrought remorse Then Christ Gods Mercy claim'd The second of the Glorious Trinity Tooke pitty on Mans losse of unity The Word that spake when Light and Life began Claim'd share of Grace for his Reformed Man As a Just Sire and his Mild wife do treat How their lewd Child they might reclaim or beat So Justice did and Graâ—e expostulate What should become of Adam and his Mate Justice alleadg'd their voluntary Fall But Grace oppos'd the Serpents Charmes and Gall The One protested Death but the kinde Other Sought with Gods Love the sting of Sinne to smother The One did Man a Turne-coat Traâ—tour name The Other on his Frailty layd the blame The One Mans wicked Thoughts insisted on The Other Mans Repentance stood upon Justice strict Law but Grace against Laws Scourgâ— Gods Court of Conscience did most strongly urge And sweetly pray'd her Sister not to ranke Mankind with Fiends for One though mortall Prank This Matter then of mighty consequence Betwixt them Both yet standing in suspence With various Pleas concerning our Salvation Or in Hells Flames our finall Reprobation The Virgins two did mutually agree To compromit the same to Gods Deâ—ree On which Suspence these Glorious Attributes With Zeale and Love concluded their Disputes Th' Almighty then consulted not with any Of Angels Ranke though there he had full many Not for their Zeale with Seraphins approv'd Nor Cherubins though them he dearely lov'd They Spirits were but of a Creatures mould Then mystickly the Father did unfold The Matter to his Sonne and Holy Ghost Gods Honour sav'd how Man might not be lost Nor left depriv'd of Light and Favour
the worlds bright Light Should be transported by the Prince of Night From thence up to the Temples pinnacle With unextinguisht breath by Miracle Like to a Bird in person through the Ayre Deserves small thankes for pleading to impaire Gods Glory in his wondrous workemanship Of the New-man That were by doubts to clip His Providence for carelesse watch and ward Over his Sonne to whom the Angels Guard He promised by Satans owne Confession The Fiend durst not had Jesus made expression That he was God have mov'd him to Transgression To shoot at Soules which took his markes Impressions To play upon the wits of Reprobates Yea and for Triall of Regenerates Who like to wanton Apes or stubborne Boyes Must smart till they leave off their prankes and toyes To charme the sense of witches who have rang'd Their bodies resting still in roomes unchang'd On Hackneyes as they dream'd borne through the sky With Nightly feasts their Wills to satisfie So Anodines and Poppies drugger intrance Their heavy Nerves that their wild fancies dance The Lord indeed permits him still to range With lyes false showes seeming wonders strange Yea too and other whiles to play the Ape Ghost Goblin Faiery in fantastique shape Whereby mens outward senses he beguiles As their Craz'd braines with visions dreames and wiles The greatest Clerkes sometimes he traines to folly Some for their Pride and some for Melancholy Our Youth he leades with Fancies wild vagaries As at Full Moone Apes dancing the Canaries He wheeles about the world the Articke Pole As Southerne Coasts the vertuous sicke and whole All 's Fish alike but his most dainty spoyle Is Learned Men with Crotchets to embroyle Whom rather than they shall escape his clawes He tempts to jarre for words bare Names strawes In Samuels shape he Saul by Endors Witch And in the Serpents forme did Eve bewitch Hating the Womans Seed he sought by sleight And Angels maske to bleare our Saviours sight But through the Aire to beare his Body up I feare to pledge Scribes in that curious Cup For in the Place where he first met him there We read he left our Saviour void of feare Although he did by Vision or in Trance Or Actuall forme his highest Plots advance And Jesus might through his Humanity Like Peters Trance see Satans subtilty Within that uncouth place or Desart coast As opposite to that which Adam lost Because he found Christ in distressed plight Sole and fasting he thought to hit the White Satan might tempt his Outward sight Braine But at his Will and Heart he shot in vaine The God-head sway'd those parts his Angels Guard About his Person kept both watch and ward So that nor Satan could nor all his Bands Without his leave once touch his sacred hands Much lesse against his Will him to transport Whom God alwayes did strengthen and support Till he by Judas sold should pay the Price Or Ransome due for our Enormities Yet where Gods Word doth not my Light advance With Humble sailes I vaile my Ignorance Since Seraphins their zeale were faine to cover How then dare I nice Problems to discover A modest wit affects the New-mans straine Packe hence therefore ye wormelings of the Braine Yet would I had the skill of Augustine Such knotty doubts to canvase and define Or that I were rapt with Poeticke Flamâ— Sedulius-like or Araâ—o to tame Wits puffes that so I might in English stile As they in Latine Layes a worke compile Whereby our Saviours deeds the New-mans Glasse Might with faire Rayes reflect on Hearts of Brasse I would imprint by his Lifes Innocence In Britaines thoughts an imitable sence To shun fond Quirkes and Plainesse to embrace I would assure them then of Heavens Grace Whereas most Wits now hover in the Aire Betwixt fraile Hope Presumption and Despaire Who knowes not that the Fiend from his restraint Late loos'd goes on the Saints with doubts to taint But some will say An Angell cloath'd in flesh Cannot the stings so punctually represse Of raging Sinne as I have painted here Nor from Hels tempting baites his Passions cleare For borne in sinne how can we chuse but erre By our first Parents sold to Lucifer The wisest Man some touch of madnesse hath Of Pride or Lust of Niggardize or wrath Doe what we can our Glosse and Merits store Looke like a menstruous cloath or mattry Core I grant that None but Jesus Christ alone The Fathers Essence and his Holy One Did wholly live according to this forme Or spot-lesse could the Will of God performe But yet know this O worldly shifting man That thou art bound thy second Birth to scan Enamour'd more on Grace and Charity Then on the World and carnall Jollity And in all points to imitate thy Head Or else thou art cut off as Member dead Thou must at first repell the Tempters snares Be they Ambitions â—ookes or Golden wares And if through Faith thou struggle and dost strive Against lewd thoughts thou shalt o're come and thrive If his lives Type for Precepts thou avow Thou quickly shalt attaine thy selfe to know And be assoyld by Faiths Prerogative Of Raigning sinne at least imputative For which Intent and Saints encouragement God many meanes both Old and Moderne lent To rouze the Slothfull up to looke about Before that Satan puts their Torches out Among the rest I hope Good men will heare Or read my Lines and with my plainnesse beare Since my ayme is proud sinne to mortifie And by the New-Mans Lampe to edifie The Lowly minded and the Penitent Who more prize Truth then Falsehoods blandishment Let others trim their Muse with Gaudy Tires I envy not their Layes nor labours hires A simple Robe I like without a Seame For such a Coate Christ wore and such a Theame Consorts most fit with an Evangelist Whether he English French or Latinist For publique use the Praise of Christ compose Be it in Numbers or in Copious Prose And so for Truth he sound a thankefull Peale Ere vowes he hoord up for his private weale Not like to Clownes who when they gaine good turnes Neglect their Patrons or pollute their Vrnes And memory with Vrine Spittle spight Instead of thankes tyth'd out to doe them right But howsoe're Young Gallants censure this The Graver sort will cleare me from amisse And for the Cloze these Golden Rules inferre Plaine Poems best become a Gospeller The Strayned phraze puffes up Truth suits a Saint Those women fairest looke who never paint A Hymne of Thankesgiving to the Lord for his Churches preservation from Antichristian Tyranny 1. WHile Natures Sonnes at randome rove Our New-Man fixt on things Above By holy Trance doth Christ descry In Bethlems Cratch and Calvary Now we Gods word and wonders sing Anon we scan O Glorious King Thy Triumph how thy faithfull Crew While Tyrants rav'd the stronger grew And how bright starres Hells stormes withstood Till Mungrells on Mans Merits stood Lord grant us Peace our Crosses ease Or them Release if
then he would restore To Israel the Kingdome as before Forgetfull so of Jesus Crucifixt Were they and to a Carnall Monarch fixt Whereto Christ answer'd It concernes not you To know the times and seasons which ensue Such secrecies the Father doth reserve Unto himselfe Do you my words observe Who am your King the Head of humane-kind As I to you so to my Flock be kinde My Gospell Preach the weak ones Catechize See that my Sheepe yee feed my Lambes Baptize Invoking on as you have learn'd of me The Father Sonne and Holy Ghost all three Which Last shall shortly you Baptize with Fire As John with Water and your Soules inspire As Gods Viceroy or Angell of the Lord By Heat of what I taught the saving word Untill I come in Person from Above See that yee Watch and one another Love Such or like words when Christ had fully ended He in a Cloud up to the Heavens ascended Where he as God and Man all thoughts beholds Preferred by the Father and there holds As Man for Men a Mediatours place On Gods right hand Saints joyfull to imbrace As God and Man Paules Fury he did fright As God and Man Saint Steven saw his Light So did Saint John from Pathmos see his glory When he reveal'd his future Churches story By Visions have some others ravisht beene That they from Earth his Power there have seen For had we seen him here with Carnall sight Our Darknesse could not comprehend his light Whilst his Disciples there with carefull Eyes Watcht as he went two Angells humane-wise Apparell'd white appearing to them said Yee Galileans why are yee dismai'd Why gaze yee up This Jesus who is hence To Heaven gone shall so returne from thence Seeke not therefore his reall presence heere On Earth untill as Judge he do appeare Meane time on Gods right hand a Prince and Priest He raignes and doeth you in your vowes assist On Whitsunday next after Christs ascent He ravisht his Disciples with content Who then attended at Jerusalem For the last promise which he made to them That he would send Gods Spirit in his steed To rectify and ayde them in their need And while the world should last his Church informe In some or other place with wondrous Forme When that high feast of Pentecost was come And for that end they meeting in one Roome With one consent there fell a bustling noise Or suddaine sound replete with stirring joyes As of a mighty Breath and rushing Wind Which fill'd the House and wonder-rapt the mind For Cloven Tongues appear'd to them like Fire And sate on each of them and did inspire Their Soules with giftes of the great Holy Ghost So that the Standers by of Aliens Coast Astonisht were th'Apostles joyes to heare Men of a diff'rent Tongue and Climate there Poore Hebrew Fishermen that never went Far out of Jewry Land extatick bent With them in their owne Language to agree And in their zeale to God to be so free And fluent of their Phrase that Babels Breach Seem'd reconcil'd by their harmonious speech Some thought they were like Bardhs Enthusian rapt Or that strong Wine in them such Blabs had clapt That men before the third houre of the day Should rave with Wine they wondred with dismay They were amaz'd till Peter made it knowne That for Christs sake God sent this wonder downe Not for Mad fits but for Soules joyfull feast God sent the Holy Ghost this wondrous Guest O Wondrous Guest that vents forth Abbaes Cry Within the Heart the will and memorie O wondrous Guest the Heavens Harbinger That scornes not to become the Messenger Betwixt our Soules and God to beare our Love And our weak Faith to strengthen and improve That sever'd Earth from Chaos medley Puddle And rays'd our Orbe out of the lumpish Huddle And though the Earth were heavy hung it faire With store of stuffe in the loose fleeting Aire This is that Prime and ever quickning Mover Of all the world Angells and Mens approver That spirit which through all Gods Prophets spoke Which taught the sense of Mysticks to unlock Which clear'd the Wits of simple Fishermen To preach those Newes which Doctours fayl'd to pen Which rulâ—d in every Age since Christs Ascent The Church and dayly yeelds Soule-nourishment Which at our feast Christs Body doeth convay Into our Hearts by his Spirituall way Which sent the gift of Printing now of late Old Babels spelles and mists to dissipate And by the Word to rescue Thralles from death As he at first the gift of Tongues did breath Which animates the Saints with courage rare In midst of Tortures Tyrants to out dare Which glads the Lowly and the Penitent And thousands doth unite in one Consent Of Christian Faith though sundred much in place Tongues rites or forme yet one in sacred race O Holy-ghost how strange is thy proceeding Angells and mens capacities exceeding No pen can limne thy Raptures most profound No humane voice can thy hid Graces sound One thing I blunder out what thou conceal'st From carnall Clarkes to Children thou reveal'st Then let my Soule O Lord be like these last Whilst others feast on Peacocks let me fast Or tast no other Food but what conduces To praise thy Name without prophane abuses And let all them who view these humble Lines Prove better'd in their thoughts with contrite signes If the old man they labour to deface And do their best the new man to imbrace Not like our moderne Gulles who grow Profane Lest they be markt with brand of Puritane Let us Gods Spirit by these Wonders seeke These Wonders wrought the first day of the Weeke Our sevenths Light now styled The Lords day Thrice hallowed and sanctifi'd for Ay For this rare Blisse to Christian Soules accrewes That Christ his rising up their hopes renewes To Rise like him ingrafted in his stock To quench their thirst with him the living Rock To bud a new as Branches of his Vine To feed on Angells food his word divine He led the way to Resurrections blisse And us invites to follow him in this High flight without diverting towards Earth But with due care of the new Spirits Birth Our former resurrection in this Life To gaine th' immortall prize through strong beliefe With those true joyes which did but Monarchs know They would foregoe their Crownes the same to ow A glimpse whereof for undestanding Soules Wee read by John reveal'd in mystick scroules With those delights wreathes and immunities Which God allots to Saints in Paradise But for the Temper Place Degrees or Site No Astrolabe nor Braine of worldly wight Can apprehend the height Dimension Rayes Unlesse they fall on false Poetick wayes Yet Paradise some to the Moone confine And there to be another World define Of moving Groves by Galilees late Glasse Where Apuleius found his Golden Asse Whence likewise came Dame Errours Charmed Lamp Which kindled Legends of th' Elisian Camp And Limboes field which Royall James to hit False Dreamers home
That they who at thy Table feed In spirit must Christs Passion heed O let us then with Holy Traunâ—e From Carnall sense our Thoughts advance Let Christ behold us in the West Like to those Wise men of the East Greeting his Crosse and his Vprising As they his Birth and Manger Prizing Let Christ our vowes of Thankes behold Our Faith more Pure then Ophirs Gold Our Hearts more bruis'd then Myrrhes Perfume Our Love more sweet then Incense-fume This good Advise we will ingrosse Within our Soules and mount the Crosse. His Crosse we feele But now we heare An Angell say He is not here Christ whom yee seek is Risen up Having now made your Foes to stoup Untill Doomesday his Body none Shall see on Earth for he is gone To Heaven There behold your Christ On Gods Right hand a King a Priest An Advocate without a Fee Pleading to have Faiths Household free Draw neere his Throne and without doubt The Golden Scepter he holds out He will extend his Spirits Grace Whilst yee in Spirit seek his Face Not wresting your Soule-Feast more reall Then Paul who termes it Christs Memoriall This Traunce stirres up true Saints to Joy Like Him who though an Embryon Boy Within the Wombe seem'd to rejoice Soone as his Damme heard Maries voice The Babe did spring and so do we At our Soule-feast with Jubilee Unto the Father Sonne and Holy Ghost Be Prayse both here and throughout every coast As of Old time hath been is now their due And ever shall in Heaven and Earth renew Let Heaven and Earth by Angells Saints and Men To God rebound with Glories sound Amen The New mans Song of Thanksgiving after our Ordinary Meales 1. THe Lord be Blest who gave us Food In season for the Bodyes Good Our God be prais'd for evermore Who our desires supply'd with store Of Meat and Drinke more then would serve For Natures use or we deserve No Need we feele no want we know So doth the Lord his Giftes bestow 2. He never leaves his Saints in need But Carks for them and for their Seed He leaves them not with Beggers shame To starve if they call on his Name He taught them how to blesse their Meate By giving Thankes for what they Eate No Need we feele c. 3. Unto his Flock just Abrams stock He Water gave out of the Rock With Manna fill'd their Hungry Mawes And Cloyd with Quayles their longing Crawes He Car'd for Ravens and their Breed And Ravens made Elias feed No need we feele c. 4. He David holpe in Banishment He Daniel made with Pulse content He with wilde Fruit did John sustaine And his Elect from Dearth maintaine He Thousands in the Desert fed With a few Fish and Loaves of Bread No need we feele c. 5. One Day He sends us store of Flesh Another time Fish salt and Flesh And commonly Bread Ale and Beere Milke Fruite and Wine our Hearts to cheere Yea Junckets fetcht from Sun-burnt Spaine Which do too oft our Tables staine No need we feele c. 6. How Gratious is Almighty God Unto vile Man an Earthly Clod Thus to provide and Carke for him That oft himselfe filles to the Brimme With more then serves for Nourishment For hungers sauce or Soules content No need we feele c. 7. God graunt that we his Creatures use Do Thankfull take without abuse Not loathing them as over-cloyd Nor them devouring over-joy'd That as of Need Saints toyle for Wealth So we Feast not for Lust but Health No need we feele no want we know So doth the Lord his Giftes bestow The New mans Triumph in English and Latine measures presented to the Kings most excellent Majesty WHo Christ his Birth Life Death and Rising up From Death to Life observes He soone shall stoup And quash the plots of Hells black Darkned Troup And likewise make the Outward man to droup With all his false Designes and fond Conceits Sprung from the Flesh or from the Worlds Deceites For as the Morning spreades the Dawning Light So Faith by Teaching shines and Daunts the Might Of that Huge Whale which waites with triple throat To swallow Soules as Preyes of Chiefest Note So much new Light spreades by the Gospells sound They now prayse Christ who were in Fetters bound And Sinnes keen Edge wherewith the Divell was wont To boare our Hearts turnes on the suddaine blunt And so remaines unlesse they grinde againe Their Augurs on the Whetstone of the Braine But how fares then our Souldier in that plight With Davids sling he doth the Monster smite Whether the Fiend within or from without Shootes Fire he doth for Christ stand bravely out For at the Broile his Inward Guardian springs Baptiz'd Fire-sindg'd and Grac'd mith Burnisht wings Of mounting zeale who thus the Triumph sings O happy wight which hath escapt the stings Of Mortall Jarres who though he understood His Foes Allures yet loath'd them and their brood O happy Soule which dar'd with Saints to side Against Gods Foes the Luciferian side Whom with Christs Merits arm'd nor swelling Tide Nor fiery Triall could from Christ divide Whom neither Charmes nor yet a thousand Braves Could terrify nor yet the rowling waves But to safe Port with Joy she brings the Crosse And Christ his Ship which Pirats did ingrosse Where she with Saints the Crosse Triumphant reares That Crosse which Saints on Earth have wonne â—ith Teares Happy is he who brooks a wrong-attaint For by the Crosse he lives a Canon'd Saint A Name indeed which overtops so farre The highest Spire or style of worldly Starre As doth Gods Grace above mens sinnes abound Or the Lambes Bloud more then our Merits sound Thrice happy Man I say whom Angells greete And whom Christs Will made for that Honour meete So Happy be the Best of Kings if these Our New mans Songs to judge he gently please For with our Crosse there growes sweet Inward Ease And with Our Crowne of Thornes a wreath of Peace The same in Latine Hexameter Novi Hominis Laurea Triumphalis QVi Natalitium Vitam Miracula Mortem Et Christi Corpus Redivivum mente revolvit Ille tenebrosae reddet Molimina Gentis Irrita Conatus Hominis veterisque repellet Seu de Carne fluant seu sint Phantasmata Mundi Sicut enim radiis Primordia Mane Diei Dilatat per opaca Fides sic sparsa coruscat Tergeminumque domat Monstrum Caetumque Trifaucem Qui vorat omne pecus Praedasque absorbet opimas Tantum Numen inest Fidei ut modo Carmine Christum Compede qui vincti quondam latuere salutant Quin acuta quibus terebrabat Pectora Daemon Tela repentino fiunt obtusa reflexu Sic que hebetata manent nisi devia forte voluntas Illa super Cerebri renovet Terebrata molare Quomodo tum Miles valet in discrimine tanto Nempe studet monstrum Jaculis superare Davidis Seu vis Hostilis tonat aut Civilis amictu Fraudis in orbe furit Christo Constanter adhaeret Nam Novus ex gemina Genius Baptismatis aura Numinis afflatu Zeloque micantibus alis Nascitur intus agit victoris ille Triumphum Sic canit O Faelix qui tot Certamina vidit Illaesus qui vafra Hostis stratagemata novit Et tamen haec spernit generoso pectore Miles O Faelix qui sacra Dei Praedonibus aufert Ausus ad extremum Fidei defendere causam Contra Luciferum Meritis innixus Jesu Non scloppi reboante sono non Marte nec arte Non Pugnis non mille Minis nec territus undis Donec in optati Navem ferat ostia Portus Et Crucis abductae renovata Piacula Christo Immolet Aetherea Laudes resonante Caterva Faelix quem signat Crux Ignea Nomine Sancti Nomine Pyramidas tanto exsuper ante vel Astra Quanto Peccatis existit Gratia major Quanto Hominum Meritis Sanguis praestantior Agni Ter Felix inquam quem Christi summa Potestas Angelicos inter Coetus dignatur Honore Sic quoque tu Faelix qui nostros imbibis Hymnos Judicio sensuque pio Rex optime Regum Cum Cruce nam crescit dulce Levamen Amen Eccho Cum Spina Sertum fulget O vale Vale Eccho FINIS z This Story is largely set out in that Treatise entituled Les Comptes du monde Adventureux Imprinted at Paris 1572.
whoâ—ly Like those proud Angels darkned for their Folly There was no way to make Legitimate Mans Bastard slips nor to repaire our state With Faiths Free-will Divine and absolute Of whose essentiall Forme Some now dispute There was no way for Adam nor his Seed Nor Nature left to do this Glorious Deed Since that the vapour of the Dragons Gall Had fouly blackt their Gifts Organicall There was no way this worke to bring to passe But by Regeneration to deface The sting of sinne and by a New-made Creature Borne of the Spirit and of Humane Nature To do Gods will which Adam fail'd to doe One that could live here poore and patient too Voyd of sâ—nne spleene and thoughts deformitieâ— Voyd of all guile and lustfull vanities One that could fixe his Faith on God alone Of Power earth with Heaven to attone One that could breake the Devils combinations One that could brook the triall of Temptations One who mankind was able to renue And with New gifts their nature to endue Yea such a one that could endure the rod Of his for Sinnes of men displeased God And that partaking of Divinity Could with the Head unite Humanity And lastly One that able was to tread Downe sâ—nnes delight the wily Serpents Head This Raresâ— One the Trinity did see Could not among Mens Race nor Angels be For the brightest Angels unfaithfull prov'd And the best men were bad though well belov'd To satisfy Gods wrath there needed then A Higher power for the Sinnes of men To sacrifice before their full attonement No Blood of Beâ—sts could make this reconcilement No Prayers made to Angels Starres nor Saints No Purging Flames could stint sad Soules complaintes No Dove-like Sighes nor Cataract of Teares No Fasts nor Hermits Garbs could ease their fears Not Incense not the blood of all the World Nor all their merits yet together hurld But blood of Man that never had offended Of a New-man downe from Above descended Of a New Mould endowed with Free will Which Adam lost with power to barre all ill Who taking on himselfe all mens transgressions Would dy that death which by their owne confessions They had deserv'd and by that meanes t' asswage Gods Justice and supplant the devils rage The Fathers Word then and his bosome Sonne By whom for whose sake all things were done Consented to be borne of Humane flesh With dowries meet the fainting to refresh Whereby their eyes might see his reall light Though Infinite yet not to hurt their sight Gods owne true Heire the light and Spring of Life Did willingly assume to end all strife To bound himselfe although ubiquity To Calendar in Time Eternity Christ undertooke a new to represent The second Adams Part to which Intent And to redeeme us from his Fathers Doome He our fraile flesh tooke in a Virgins wombe For Nine Moneths space shut up in narrow place Whose strength no place can hold no Time nor space Almighty God his Promise to make good To his adopted Saints of Adams Brood That One of Evaes Seed in time to come Should at the last the Serpent overcome And triumph by his Death on Hellish Sinnes As Sampson did on Dagons Philistines Had moved Joseph one of Davids House To take the Virgin Mary for his Spouse Both knowne to be of Zorobabels Race Which branch'd from Davids Root hold up to grace Their Pedegree though they were clouded then Through poverty Whereby appeares to men How much to Lawfull meanes Gods Purenesse tends Whilst thus by Wedlocks veile He shrouds his Ends How Maries lowly minde by Grace Divine For her Babes worth did Evaes pride decline But leaves the Rich with Mammons Pitch defil'd For She was Poore and He a Carpenter Yet God did them before Great Folkes preferre A Slighted Paire his two-fold Instrument To bring Christs Birth to full accomplishment Now Sixe Moneths came since Grave Elizabeth Of John conceiv'd And then to Nazareth God sent againe the Angel Gabriel Glad Tidings of much wonder to foretell That there the Blessed Virgin should with Child Conceive not by the Male but by the Mild And Gentle Sparks breath'd from the Holy Ghost And that likewise in Judaes Hilly Coast Elizabeth her Cosen then was blest Though Old and barren with an Embrion Guest Who born should roome make for the highest King As his Tong-loos'd would shortly sing This Signe the Angell added to Confirme The Maidens Faith and make his Message firme For Malachy had prophesied that John Eâ—ias-like should preach ere Christ came on The Angell gone in hast the Virgin-Saint Went with these newes her Cousen to acquaint At whose Approach the Sixe months Embryon sprung And she a Psalme God Magnifying sung I need not since Old Wives of it can prate The Angels Ave Mary here relate His words to her were Newes Miraculous But wrest for vowes they prove Idolatrous When mumbling on fine Beades like Parrats Chaâ— They beg in a strange tongue they know not what Yet by the New-mans leave we paraphraze And paint her Dowries forth in modest phraze Not Suppâ—iant wise to court Imagery But to renew like Saints her memory All haile to thee O Mary full of Grace Happy be they who see thy Virgins face Among the Angels Legions rais'd on high And there advanc'd for thy Humility Which didst Christ by the Holy Ghost conceive As Clay Gods stamp did by his Word receive Blest be thy Name O Mayd Gods Spouse Mother Which broughtst a Sonne our Saviour and our Brother Such Greetings thou didst from the Angell merit Before thou knew'st Conception by the Spirit Whereby thou didst Manoahs Wife excell Though Sampsons birth an Angell did foretell But why seeke I to overcloud thy Praise With these poore lines lame hobling sorry Laies To pray to thee would derogation be To his high worth who saved thee and me For not the Woman but the Womans Seed Did Satan foile and ransome Adams Deed To praise thee more then thy deare Son in Bookes That were to racke thy praise on Tenter-hookes As if God thee a goddesse did install Conceiv'd without sinnes sting Originall In Heav'n thou shin'st no more to be molested With Sinners songs to superstition wrested Where leaving thee Gods Treasures to contemple I greet on Earth thy Infants former Temple Concluding thee of Female kind the best The mother of my Saviour ever Blest The Type of that true Church in which we thrive And therefore Blest in the Superlative But when that Joseph knew his Bride with Child By him untoucht he thought he was beguil'd In his late choyce and therefore privately Like a Just man most loath her publiquely To shame by letting all their Neighbours know Her fault suppos'd with Indignations Brow He purposed the matter to protract Or to give up the Note of the Contract He studyed how this new Affinity He might shake off and shun her company One while he thought to pocket up the Fraud Yet fear'd to be to his owne house a Baud. Love Griefe