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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00972	The historie of the perfect-cursed-blessed man setting forth mans excellency by his generation, miserie [by his] degeneration, felicitie [by his] regeneration. By I.F. Master of Arts, preacher of Gods word, and rector of Wilbie in Suff.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637.; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 11078; ESTC S105608	35,115	104

than true simplicitie Then what I know of his all-knowing worth With single heart I simply thus set-forth THE PERFECT MAN Setting-forth MANS EXCELLENCIE By His GENERATION Dum stetit innocuus stetit Omnipotentis Image Viva Dei primâ sorte statutus Homo MANS EXCELLENCIE BY HIS GENERATION The Argument Whiles Man once plac'd in Innocence so stood He bare the stamp of all th' All-Mighties Good ANd this I know and firmly doe beleeve That by his Word who made both morn eeve The spangled Heav'ns with Lights the great'st least The Ayre Sea Earth peopled with fowle fish beast Man and his wife 'bove earthly creatures blest Six daies for work the Sev'nth for holy rest That He I say which thus did ordinate All things of Nought and reall them create Must needs be God a Spirit all-sufficient All-knowing all-procuring all-efficient Vp-holding all things by his Word and Will Before and after Time enduring still Not subject unto change all chance disposing Maintaining Truth and Errours all opposing Rewarding right Avenger of all wrong Most wise most just most good to whom belong These and all Attributes of good pretence As well in abstract as in concreet sense As good as Goodness as just as Iustice So Infinite in all as that He is As able to reduce as earst to frame All reall things into the state and name Of Nothing late their prime originall So great He was He is and ever shall To us made knowne by th'Pers'nall Trinitie Of Father Son and Spirit of Vnitie This infinite Creator this was He That made and placed Man in that degree That he did shine with perfect glorie dight Having no spot in his Creators sight Framed of earthly mould a heav'nly creature Bearing the stamp of his Creators feature Beyond all earthly creatures having might To know to will to doe ev'n all things right With sov'raign pow'r th' whole World to over-sway Having like pow'r his Sov'raign to obey Free from all Ill to all Good likewise free To will or nill at perfect libertie Nor could have bin of these by Time bereav'd For into him Eternitie was breath'd Thus was he made of his Creators Deitie A living Image a quick Anatomie This is a truth which few conceive aright How Man was made in th' Image of th'Al-might Which only thus they labour to express In that he bare his Makers Holiness Set in the state of perfect puritie Without all blemish and infirmitie And this is all some care to understand Of that likeness Man had from h's Sov'raigns hand But as for Gods Essentialitie Exprest by personall proprietie This is a Truth acknowledg'd so transcendent As that of this they think no sparks resplendent In that likness wher-in Man was created Nor that thereto he was assimilated Wher-as I think and so dare here avouch As fair a spark ther-of in Man doth couch As of Gods other Pow'rs Essentiall Though made a Person individuall Which lest I seem to talk-of all in vaine Thou great Inspirer help me to explain The Dust once form'd the Spirit of Life was breath'd Both which to both by God were so bequeath'd That instantly one Person they became A Reasonable Creature Man by name And thus the Man was made Spirituall By reason of his Soule coelestiall Which doth enable him to represent Th'Essentiall Spirit of th' Omnipotent This Soule like Gods Essentialitie Containeth in 't a threefold facultie Whereby the Trinitie is figured That God-like Man might be more honoured First is the Minde which giveth pow'r and skill Wher-by we know we judge what 's good what 's ill Next is the Will begotten of the Minde For till we know to will we 'r not enclinde Then from the Mindes conceipt and Wills affection Proceeds an active Pow'r of Operation This Intellect or Minde conceiving rather Deriv'd from none resembles God the Father The Will Childe-like the Mindes election Doth rightly personate ev'n God the Son From Minde and Will proceeds apparant most A Pow'r to doe like God the Holy Ghost And as we know those glorious Persons three Essentially but one God only be So for undoubted truth we may it take These faculties but one Soule only make But as the Holy Father worketh not Without the Son who was of Him begot Nor yet the Son without the Fathers Minde The Holy-Ghost neither but all conjoin'd So neither doth the Minde nor yet the Will Nor yet the working-Pow'r seek to fulfill And bring to act the easiest work alone Till all agree ev'n joyntly all in one Yet as we attribute the great Creation To God the Father to the Son Redemption And to the blessed Sp'rit the sweet effect Of working holiness in Gods Elect So we refer to th' Minde all understanding Election to the Will to th' Pow'r of working The work that 's done and so these faculties Are all employ'd in sev'rall offices Besides as in that glorious Deitie Of sacred Persons there 's a Trinitie And yet in time or any kinde of worth No inequalitie's in them set-forth If any seem it only seems we know By order of some sweet externall show To us who only judge things outwardly Not able to discerne them inwardly So in the Soule the sev'rall Faculties Admit not of any priorities Among themselves for Soule no sooner 's nam'd But Minde and Will and Pow'r to doe are fram'd Withouten which or all or any one Man is not Reasonable Soule is none And further yet touching the Deitie Who doth create redeem and sanctifie We answer God at every demand When we not three but one God understand So touching Man if any would perceive What Pow'r it is that makes the Minde conceive Or what wher-by the Will to Choosing's led Or what wher-by to doe He 's enabled To all of these one answer we doe make It is the Soule whence they their Powers take And yet in Man one Soule not three exist In which one Soule all Faculties subsist There 's yet one knot in this Divinitie How Man resembles Gods Infinitie In h's little Soule so great varietie's That in it 's stampt all Gods Proprieties As God is Infinite all-comprehending Both past and present and without ending So doth the Soule of Man in ample sort Discern all these and of them make report His Memory retaineth things of old Things present Vnderstanding doth behold And things to come by th' eye of Providence He doth fore-see so clear's his inward Sense Thus as in these so great is Gods Goodness So in all else Man bears the Lords likness Which rests not barely in the qualitie Of outward or of inward sanctitie Though this be all that usually is said T' express the Image in which Man was made But in those reall Faculties of his Wher-by He rightly works in Holiness Ruling all things with supreme Domination That are within this sublunary Nation Enjoying eke to bring full joy to h's Life The joyfull consort of

thus sundry parts were taken As some would have Him sav'd so some forsaken Pitie 'gan first with tender-hearted speech For grace the God of all Grace to beseech On Mans behalfe repeating all the story Of his Creation how that He for Glory Everlasting not for everlasting Shame and woe was made in the beginning Albeit then He fell from that estate Yet sith O God thou diddest Him create After the likeness of thy selfe to be A living Image of Eternitie O then let not the Power of Sin disgrace This some-time glorious Man But show thy face Of Mercy unto Him and to his Wife And to their Progenie O grant them life Life of Glory But first the life of Grace So shall not Sin nor Death nor Hell deface Nor blot-out of thy Book of Blessedness Their silly Soules now drown'd with cursedness O hear ô help the glory will be thine All hearts will praise thy Mercy so divine Pitie had thus her speech no sooner ended But Mercy mov'd with Pitie condescended And urg'd the same before th' Eternals throne That favour might for Pities sake be showne Which Iustice swolne with angry discontent Oppos'd forthwith saying reconcilement Twixt God and Man without due recompence Were wrong to God to Me'twere just offence And therefore Sister Mercy said Iustice Before you plead for Man take good advice Enquire of Truth to know how the case stands If pardon may be had and at whose hands For take this as an Oracle most true Where wrong 's not satisfi'd no favour 's due Doe you forbear than Mercy straight repli'd To speak of Oracles let them abide In Truths all-knowing brest them to declare For resolution when Suiters repaire Nor think not Iustice think not that I fear That this my suit before Truth should appear For I to Truth to any or to all For their consent will give consent to call Hear then ô Truth to thee we doe appeal Doe thou to us this mystery reveal And say if not in me the power lies To work Man into Grace in h's Makers eies Or if that Iustice in it have a share Resolve us this speak Truth and doe not spare But sparingly did Truth begin to speak Pretending she for such task was too weak When she indeed to meddle in 't was loath Because shew knew she could not please them both O this desire to please doth often hide The secret truth when Right and Wrong are try'd But she nathles because they both desir'd her Spake to the point that Heav'n and Earth admir'd her I doe confess said she great pitie 't was That 'gainst his Maker Man did so trespass As that thereby deprived of all Good And with all Evill He depraved stood But for that fact that He Gods vengeance bear Eternally certes no pitty t' were For better t' were that Men that Angels all Should aye be damn'd than Gods decree should fall But Gods decree will constant stand for ever And Sin and Death will alwaies goe together To plead Mans pardon then sweet Mercy Dear Till Iustice be aveng'd doe you forbear For God did say to Man in that same day Thou dost transgress thou dost thy selfe betray To Death and all th'extremities of Hell Which to endure in wrath I 'le thee compell But God did jest the Devill Man perswaded Who from obedience was soon disswaded In earnest then that vengeance God inflict Vpon the Man it stands with Iustice strict For his Decrees God never will dissolve But aye fulfils what once He did resolve Nor can Man for his fault make God amends Since by his fault his Powers all He spends Nor is 't in you kinde Sister to releeve Him From all or any one of h's pains which grieve Him For it directly makes both against Me And 'gainst our Sister Iustice-Equitie Wherefore dear Sister Iustice stoutly stand Maintain thy right in this cause now in hand See thou yeeld not without due satisfaction To free the Man guilty of so foule action Which if you should you God dishonoured And cruelly your Selfe abolished And Me you banish from Gods Heav'nly throne From whence the beams of Truth have ever shone And then forth-with will lies and errours vile Gods glorious Chair eternally defile The summe of all dear Sisters then is this That either Man for what He did amiss Must satisfie which He can never doe Or else must suffer pain of endless woe This is the state which now doth best beseem Him You Mercy may bemone but not redeem Him The case once thus by sacred Truth made plain Made tender-hearted Mercy to complain That she her selfe if she be thus restrain'd From pardoning was needlesly ordain'd For only Man said Mercie needs me most VVhom since I may not help my pow'r is lost VVhat loss therefore to Heaven can acrue If all the Heav'nly Powr's I bid adue Or if likewise those glorious Angels all VVho glory in 't that they them-selves may call The Messengers and Ministers of Mercy Be banished from their society VVith other Angels who from Heav'n dismist May from their due attendance then desist O Heav'ns In all the works of Gods Creation To his great glorie his great Mercie shone And over all in all He doth preserve Mercie doth never from his Goodness swerve And when likewise He ought doth sanctifie Mercie doth still that blessing beautifie And shall not Mercy Mans Redemption move VVhen to have-mercy Mercy most doth love Creation chiefly power doth require And Preservation wisdome doth desire Sanctification Holiness respects Yet Mercie on all these her beams reflects And shall no Mercy in that office shine Which so restrictively I challenge mine Namely to pardon to remit forgive Oh! this is that which makes Mercy to live Which if in Iustice Heav'ns will take-away Mercy must dye and Mankinde must decay Father of Sp'rits ô doe as well delight Of Mercie to be God as God of Right This Sin faln Man raise-up t'integrity Or rase Me out from Heav'ns society What though He sinn'd alas He was but Earth Though dead in Sin thy Grace can give new birth Thogh griev'd w th pains O thou canst ' ford him ease Though Hell gape for Him thou canst Hell appease Thou mad'st Him Thee to bless eternally But damned Soules curse everlastingly What glory will from Him to Thee arise When He in burning Hell blaspheming lies Restore Him gentle God! Restore Him then Thou shalt be prais'd of Angels and of Men. And Me thou crown'st with glory and renowne When over all Wher-at Wrath 'gan to frowne And ere that she could end her supplication Thus cut her off with this sharp replication Our Sister Truth did tell you truth of late In saving Man Iustice you ruinate But though for Man so earnestly you crave Yet 't is a Crown belike that you would have Which so you get you nought at all regard Though Truth and Iustice have no honour spar'd Who notwithstanding are to God as dear As

the most such thoghts derided Blinde Soules that could not see when true Light shone From God's own face on earth to ev'ry one Which gratiously did offer unto all Soule-saving beams of Light celestiall This soule of mine I 'me sure found light of Grace By th' eye of faith fixt on his glorious face Which wholly was till then averse to Good Prone to all Ill and in corruption stood Yet was 't reclaim'd and quickly better reason'd B'ing once by faith in my Redeemer season'd Some few there were left all to follow Him Esteeming all too base to fellow Him And joyfully receiv'd Him as their Lord Deriving their salvation from his Word For when they heard his words were Oracles And saw his deeds no less than Miracles They did conclude He was the very same That had for all Salvation in his Name But for the most part Kings and Potentates Their Officers and chiefest Magistrates Though'mongst themselv's they were at hot defiance Yet against Him they joyn'd in leagues alliance Seeking by secret fraud and open strife The dire destruction of this Lord of Life The giddy-headed brainless Multitude Whom great Ones hold in slavish servitude Adoring Him with shouts of joy did sing At first Hosanna save us Lord our King At last their throats blaspheming Him they stretch Hosanneca now save thy selfe thou wretch O blessed Lord how balefull was thy state When so great love was turn'd to so great hate How vain is it to feed on popular breath Which causlesly is cause of Life of Death As here a Man-destroyer these refus'd And to destroy this Man preserver chus'd Thus basely humour'd they their Soveraigns These Kingly Rebels in their base designes Assaulting often at their fittest seasons This King of Kings by stratagems and treasons But yet He liv'd for all their vile intent No Lambe so meek no Dove so innocent Who if H 'ad pleas'd had pow'r his life t' enjoy To destroy Death yet it let Death destroy This graceless Crew enrag'd with hellish spight Sought daily thus to quench this Light of Light And trait'rously attach't Him as a Thiefe Then led Him bound to be judg'd by their Chiefe Who worthily judg'd Him unworthy dye And yet to Death gave Him unworthily That heady-headless Rout then headlong ran 'Gainst this clear innocent condemned Man Pursuing Him to Death with living hate Who being dead became Deaths deadly bate For with their lingring torments though He dies Within three dayes his God-head makes Him rise But tell me here dear Saints ô God come tell me The various thought of these doth overwhelm me Whether their hate his death I shall deplore Or else his Love and Life in Death adore Their deed no doubt all good men doe detest But that of his who counts it not the best To murther Him that gives Life unto all Let all that Fact most execrable call Abash't ther-at was th' Earth the Sun and Moon For Midnight-light was then Day-light at Noon But when He rose the Sun came dauncing-out And graves did ope and Saints for joy'gan shout Thus whiles He liv'd He lived but to dy That by his Death He endless Life might buy For Man for his pure blood in sacrifice Once spent was held of meritorious price But long alas long was my Lord a-suff'ring Ere He could fully finish-up his off'ring Their dev'lish malice was so odious They sought to make his torments tedious By slow degrees inflicting on Him pain To make it long ere they would have Him slain Nor was his-pain from them so tedious As to Him-selfe incomparably grievous His constitution pure his unstain'd sense Most apt to feel the smart of each offence His blessed Body though to cursed Death He gave to pacifie th' Almighties Wrath. For by his suff'ring He did under-take To pay Mans debt of Sin for Iustice sake Setting Himselfe a mark wher-at ev'n all Might fling their darts of envy spit their gall The Devils then stird-up those dev'lish men Who spent their venom all upon Him then Each rascall-Iew whose fury yeelded might How to torment Him made it his delight They stript Him nak'd then cloathed Him in scorn And scorning crowned Him with plats of thorn His Head his Face his Side his Hands his Feet They beat they wound they pearc'd And yet as meet To honour Him they bow'd as to their King Which to Him glory to them shame did bring For they like wretches glori'ed in their shame Not shaming once to make his Death their game To see the Lord of Life to Death thus bound Those few that were his friends it did confound One had forsworn Him one had Him betraid Not one but all forsooke Him all afraid Nor thus alone but which encreast his pain The Deity now seemed to refrain To look-on Him with shows of chearfull Grace And in fierce wrath to turn-away the face Which doubtless was to Him more dolourous Than all that all could doe notorious And strictest Iustice all this spight maintain'd That was He less than infinitely pain'd All these thus heapt-on Him oh did not they Make 't known to all He was a publick prey When carnall men Him trait'rously convented Vnjustly judg'd mockt whipt to death tormented When friends forsook Him when by foes cast-down To all contempt when God did seem to frown T' endure all these oh t' was a very Hell Which tongue which thought cannot conceive to tel All these He felt all these He over-past Into all these it was Mans Sin Him cast They punisht Him for sin who no sin knew And that to Death from whom their Life they drew But though as Man to Death they led Him bound As God He did them all in Death confound Making Sin lose his strength Death lose his sting Hell lose his triumph through Christs suffering First let He them prevail'gainst Him at pleasure Till that by an immeasurable measure Of pain assign'd He had discharg'd the debt That rigid Iustice for Mans Sin had set Then did his God-head gloriously appear And his tormenters inly shake for fear For maugre them He rid Himselfe from pain Himselfe enliving his dead body slain Enabl'ing it to live not as afore To dye but so live as to dye no more For Champion-like after the victory He did ascend to his own seat of Glory Where He enthroned sits wearing the crown Of all his Fathers Glory all his own Whos 's heav'nly Scepter swayes all earthly Kings Whose Spirit to his Church all comfort brings Whose Goodness makes mans life a Life of Grace All Evill to eschew all Good t' embrace For He had sent before with large Commission Faithfull Ambassadors to give remission Of all Mans past offences and to call Him by new Grace to keep Gods Precepts all Which acceptable time of Grace once ended This conqu'ring glorious King completely tended VVith thousand-thousand Angels arm'd with pow'r VVill terribly descend as in a show'r Of flaming fire to render vengeance due To