a shrew could any yet impart Upon a Gentlewoman with a bad face but a good and pious mind HERE Uertue is eclipst and I do find Her face a mask unto her fairer mind Thus Diamonds in rocks as story tells And precious pearls are found in oyster-shells In this dark Lanthorn burnes a lamp most bright Under this cloud there is a glorious light Sweet vertues sparkling from her soul divine Will break forth through the thickest clouds and shine Nature in framing her her skill forgot When she should fairly write shee did but blot Her outside she composâ—d of sturdy buffe But grace hath lind her with more precious stuffe Nature and Grace in her could not agree The one was sparing and the other free The Harlot Pestis Reipublicae THE Harlot is the broad way unto hell A laborinth a ditch a poisnous well She is a nightly glow-worm Canker'd brasse A common Inne a sink a broken glasse Her love is lust her lover is a slave Her arms are setters and her bed a grave She doth perfume her wanton lips and hair When her corrupted breath infects the air Some fool will venture for a wanton kisse As Eve did for an apple heavens blisse Thus children for a nut will part with gold Thus Esau for some broth his birth right sold Use thy own fountain stollen waters please Lascivious minds and breed the souls disease Ad vere pium colendiffimum virum Johannem Gibs armigerum Jurisconsultum legis divinae humanae scientissimum Anno Domini 1658 MEns tua divino splendescet lumine cernis Accessit sacrae quanta ruina domo Gloria quam brevibus ditissima labitur horis Nec manet in centro firma tenâ—xque suo Fâ—lsus honor fragilisque fugacibus avolatalis Sordet in medio saepe corona luto Mutatis pereunt fulgentia lilia formis Splendorem retinet nâ—c rosa blanda suum Nunc minuit crescit nunc pleno Cynthia cornu Ambigui sluit resluit unda sali Sic vita est variis obnoxia casibus hora Nemo sit ingrati quid ferat una mali Continet in numeras Nâ—ptum-littus arenas Mustarum aestivo est plurima turba die Arboribus variae sunt frondes graminaterrae Tot mala tot morbi corpora nostra premunt Nunc caeto ridens summaque salute triumphans Cras movet in maesto languida membra toro In caelis aeterna dies aeteâ—â—a voluptas In terris vanâ— est gloria pictus honos The Wish Hoc est summum mei caputque voti A Little house a quiet wife Sufficient food to nourish life Most perfect health and free from harm Convenient cloths to keep me warm The liberty of foot and mind And grace the ways of God to find This is the summe of my desire Until I come unto heavens quire Upon the most beautiful hospitable and Iugenuous Gentlewoman Mrs Blanch Morgan of the Therow SOme fragant flowers the smell some trees the sight Do much content some pearls are wondrous bright There 's not so sweet a flower so sair a tree So pure a gemme in all the world as she Some Ladies humble are and some are wise Some chast some kind some fair to please the eyes All vertues do in her like stars appear And make a glorious constellation there Ad magni honesti nominis virum Edmundum Jones Armigerum Jurisconsultum optima scientia conscientia praeditum Anno Domini 1656. INtimas sundens animae querelas Proximas tristis spacior per undas Et meis plenum sluit ex ocellis Flumen aquarum Cum domum sacram video ruentem In lâ—to faedis maculis not andam Distrabor curis misero laborans Vulnere mâ—ntis Templa clauduntur penitus relicta Parcius sanctis precibus beata Et silet stulte timidi prophetâ—ae Buccina verax Haeresis penna volitat superba Fascinans mentes populi cadueas Veritas lucem fugiens silenti Nocte vagatur Te scio verae Cupidum salutis Vineam multùm coluisse sanctam Nulla spes lucri potuit fidelem Flectere mentem Firma mens nullas metuens procellas Petra ceù fortis stetit heù â—imores Negligis vanos memoratque coeli Caetera calcas Seculum soelix brevitèr suturum Nuncio lumen sequitur tenebras Claritas solis properatque caecam Pellere noctem Fasting Jejunavit Christus non per necessitatem sed per dispensationem ut ostenderet quà m bonum sit Jejunium FULL Barrels make no sound nor can they pray With perfect love who banquet all the day Fasting extenuates sin it doth controul And check the lustful motions of the soul Fasting doth make our prayers flame more high And prayer doth our fasting sanctifie To fast from meat my body shall begin And then my soul shall soâ—ner fast from sin Thy Saints and Angels Lord nor drink nor eat Receive my soul and I will use no meat Thou art the Well and bread of life on thee I 'le feed with Heavens blessed Hierarchy In serenissimi nominis virum Jacobum Scudamore Armigerum qui verae nobilitatis vivax exemplar nec non ditissimus est liberalitatis Nilus ECcè virtut is speculum supremae Alta cui mens est vari is beata Gratiae donis placidique plena Munere coeli Divitum multis premitur catervis Paâ—peres vultu recipit benigno Januam servans paâ—ulam locumque Pluâ—â—bus umbris Spiritus mitis dominatur intùs Non mâ—lo pictus genio tumescit Nec sames auri studiosa mentâ—m Possidet aequam Donâ— fortunae malefida blandae Despicit virtus animum gubernat Prodigum mundi properatqueâ—ummum Scandere coelum Haereses odit nimiùm profanas Tramitem rectum gradiens salutis Transigat longos prâ—cor quietos Nâ—storis annos Baptism Baptismus Johannis â—rat in spe ad poenitentiam baptismus Christi erat revera ad remissionem peccatorum THE Baptism of water a good thing Common to all cannot salvation bring The Baptism of fire and the Holy Ghost Must make us live or else our life is lost Baptize me Lord if thou shalt think it good With fire and with the baptism of blood Sickness Omnes sani facilè aegrotis consilium damus ASK me no more Which is the greatest wealth Our rich possessions liberty or health For riches freedome without health to me Make but sad musick without harmony Rust eateth Iron and the finest cloth Is spoil'd and fretted by the envious moth Through sickness strength and beauty fade away As when a cloud obscures the fairest day Each sickness is Gods prison and more sad Than any which cruel Tyrants had When the sore gout doth but possess the toe Where is thy former liberty to go A golden Crown can no great comfort be When th' head is troubled with a plethorie Call for delicious Quails Canary Wine The finest Bread or Manna more divine These to thy palate will distastful prove When nothing can thee to disgestion move Much more diseases will in man appear Than
which no order know Drones knaves and fools for Church-preferment look Those fish and catch it with a silver hook Such Workmen in Christs Vineyard will I fear More shame the work than help good labourers there The Priesthood is a holy Sacred thing Deriv'd from Christ both Prophet Priest and King This pearl is fit for Merchants that can tell The use thereof and know the value well Let not this rich and precious oyle be shed Or pour'd on any but wise Aaron's head The wise men came with reverence to Christs stable But fools will come without it to his table Those must have perfect eyes that guide the blind Who sin corrects should have the purest mind Those must have skill in Musick that can sing One of the Songs of Sioâ— to the King Christ once had need but cannot now abide Unto the Temple on an Ass to ride God doth inflame his Priests with Sacred fire And them he doth with different gifts inspire Some wound some heal our sores some weep some sing Some thunder Judgements some glad-tydings bring No Souldier will prepare himself to fight Unless the Warlick Trumpet soundeth right Then Prelate be not rasht ' impose thy hand The Holy Ghost is not at thy command The Merciful Samaritane NO balm from Gilead no Physitian can Heal me but Christ the true Samaritan When I am sick and when my wounds are foul He hath his oyle and wine to clense my soul My sins the thieves which wounded me have bin Help Lord conduct me to thy peaceful Inn. The poor Widows mite OUR Saviour did prefer the Widows mite Before the rich mens gifts God takes delight More in the heart than hands and he doth measure How great our love is not how much our treasure Give all thy full possessions but thy love Thy gift will an abomination prove Love makes cold water wine small actions great And without love no bounty is compleat Upon the sad departure of the right reverend Father in God and the most learned Prelate William Nicolson from Caermarthin in South-Wales to his Bishopick of Gloucester Sol vespertinas discedens duplicat umbras Quanta sed abscessum est umbra sequuta tuum THE light which did direct us will appear Or shine no more in our dark Hemisphear We lost a Shepherd which could wisely keep The Fox and Wolf from preying on the sheep His Catechism is in doctrine sound In language sweet in learning most profound This he hath left behind him and we look On nothing more than on his serious book He made his Farewel-Sermon ne're was known More grief than now in Prophet Mertin's town He utter'd many words unless fame lyes More tears by far flow'd from the peoples eyes For Gloucesters Reformation God thought fit To use his faithful pains and holy wit And if he can by wholesome doctrine bring These in obedience to the Church and King It will a greater miracle be thought Than any of the old Apostles wrought His godly presence doth make others live In peaceful joy his absence makes us grieve Upon the much honoured Gentleman John Delahay of Alltrynis Esq Conspicuae virtutis amor dominatur in illo Non magnus fieri sed studet esse bonus AN old Philosopher with a Candle ran About the streets to find an honest man Had he liv'd now and met with him I swear He had been pleas'd to stay his journey there Or if he had refused him for one He might in vain through all the world have gone Upon the Worshipful Milborn Williams Esq Son to that most excellent Knight Sir Henry Williams of Gwernivet Magnorum haudquaquam indignus avorum 'T Is my ambition to remember those Whose vertuous minds their actions do disclose Some men like owls cannot behold the light Nor judge of colours be they black or white Such I neglect and write of those who can Discern a Picture from a living man His knowledge is not weak nor judgment dull But strong and bright like Câ—â—tbia in the full His gentle nature is so free so fair So full of sweetness as the purer air He beaâ—s an humble mind and knoweth well That by ambition holy Angels fell He was so zealous for the Kingly cause As old Judge Jenkins for the Kingdoms Laws To number the bright stars requires lâ—ss pains Than all the vertues which his heart contains To cut his thred of lifâ— when Fates agree A great Eclipse in Brecknock-shire will be DEATH Omnibus haec calcanda viâ— est WElcom sweet Death I love thy cold embracâ— The rich and bad cannot endure thy sâ—â— Life is a passage unto Death and Death An entrance into life When no â—al bâ—eaâ—h Is once expir'd to live then we beginâ— Which life secures us both from death 〈◊〉 Conceive a precious pearl involv'd in clay Which can its lustre by no means display So doth the brighter soul imprison'd lie In this black dungeon of obscurity Nor shall its glory shine until 't is free From the dark clouds of dull mortality To come into the world one way we have A thousand ways to hasten to the grave The day of Death is secret kept that we Might every day suspect that day to be As I am not asham'd to live so I Can never truly be afraid to die O Death O watchful Death thou look'st for me I am prepar'd O Death and look for thee Magnae honestatis virtutis viro Thomae Williams Armigero Causidico longe optimo Canticum familiare VIr egregie mundum vides Nec non inconstantiam rides Quanta est mutatio rerum Nihil tenax nihil verum Hodiè regnans in pallatio Debellatur brevi spatio Hodie Princâ—ps in honore Cras est servus in timore Transit nubes siae moraÌ„ Transit viâ—ae brevis bora Ciâ—â— fracta est aquae bulla Diù mauet aet as nulla Nos imbelles nihil sumus Nisi umbra nisi fumus Dum in terris ambulamus Ad sepulchrum properamus Ambio nullos ego honores Multi premunt me dolores Plorans tristis hic anhelo Nemo felix nise in coelo Simeon's Song Lord now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word SOme when they die blaspheme and some are mad Some curse and swear some desperate are some sad But no distraction racks the just mans mind No strange conceits his understanding blind Out of this life so God his servant calls As when the Infant into slumber falls When Simeon had enricht his blessed eyes With seeing Christ the world he did despise He dy'd in peace and like a Swan did sing Before his death an Anthem to the King Christ like a Lamb did die whilst you have bâ—eath Pray for a quiet and a peaceful death Upon the Worshipful and much deserving Gentleman John Jeffreys of Abâ—rcuâ—rick Esquire Nondum mutatus äb isto Hectore qui quondam CAn silence fit the present stage or dare Our tongues be silent where such merits are His actions are too great
husbandman must till and sow That grounds ill drest where blind men hold the plough Now in the Temple every saucy Jack Opens his shop and shews his pedlars pack Instead of candles we enjoy the snuff For precious balme we have but kitchin stuffe The ruder sort are by these teachers led Who acrons eat and might have better bread If this a propagation shall be found These build the house which pull it to the grâ—unâ— This is meere Hocus-Pocus a sttange slight By putting candles out to gain more light Mad men by vertue of this propagation Have Bedlum left and preach't for Reformation And they might well turn preachers for we had Many that were more foolish and more mad The Tinkar being one of excellent mettle Begins to sound his doctrine with his Kettle And the laborious ploughman I bewail Who now doth thresh the Pulpit with his flail The louzy Taylor with his holy thimble Doth patch a sermon up most quick and nimble He doth his skill and wisdom much expresse When with his goose he doth the Scripture presse The Chandler now a man of light we find His candle leaves a stinking snuffe behind The Apothecary who can give a glister Unto a holy brother or a sister Hath one dram of the spirit and can pray Or preach and make no scruple of his way Thus false coyn doth for currant money passe And precious stones are valued lesse than glasse Not disputation but a rigid law Must keep these frantick sectarists in aw The itch of disputation will break out Into a scab of errour which without Some speedy help will soon infect and run Through all the flock where it hath once begun I will take heed in these bad times and care To shut my shop but keep my constant ware Lord let thy tender vine no longer bleed Call hâ—me thy shepheards which thy lambs may feed A Prayer to the Holy Ghost O Holy Spirit O most sacred Dove Which didst descend upon the Son of Love Descend upon my soul that I may be Simple as Doves without malignity O holy Fire inflame my lukewarm heart And better heat of love divine impart O holy Fire O thou Eternal Light Expel the clouds of everlasting night O holy Fire let my soul purged be From all her dross as purest gold is free O holy Fire dissolve my heart like wax Which nothing but thy fair impression lacks O holy Fire vouchsafe in me to dwell And keep my soul from the strange fire of hell Antipathy I Love him not but shew no reason can Wherefore but this I do not love the man Astrology To the profound and learned Gentleman Mr. Vincent Wing Qui Naturae Aruspex intimus Atlas physicus nec non sensus rationis stupendus Arbiter WIse men believe inferior bodies move By dispensation from those Orbs above Stars do not force or by compulsion cause Our Natures to obey their constant laws Who seâ—â—â—s the God of pow'â— that made the spheres No sad 〈…〉 pse or constellation fears Where vâ—â—tuous Reason guides not but the Sense There 〈◊〉 have their greatest influence God did the 〈◊〉 the Moon and Stars bestow Which do the course 〈◊〉 and seasons shew ' Gaâ—nst Sisera in theâ—â— orders sought the stars And helpt Gods people in their prosperous wars When Christ himself was born a star did bring And guide the wise men to find out their King And wise men still in stars a vertue find Which is kept secret from the duller mind Into brave spirits a pure light descends Which heavy darkness never comprehends I cannot call the stars by name nor track The Sun through twelve signs of the Zodiack Arcturus with his sons outgo my sense So do the Pleyades with their influence From the Pole-Artick what degrees there be Unto th' Antartique is unknown to me Our Zâ—nyth is too high for me to know What things are there our Nadyr is too low I do not understand how Planets move And differ in their several Orbs above The Circle from the Stars reflexion may Escape my knowledge call'd the milky way Such knowledge is too deep but yet I will A 〈◊〉 the path of that mysterious skill Solomon's Memento Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth Eccles 12. 1. DO not mispend thy golden youth and bring The dross of thy old age of serve thy King Do not neglect the morning of thy days And think the evening fit thy God to praise God early must be sought the longer we Persist in sin the stronger sin will be From vice to vertue turn from bad to good The deeper still he sinks who stands in mud A nail the further it is driven in The harder is drawn out and so is sin None can foretell how long the fatal glass Shall run or else how soon the sand will pass Delay no time that man will shrink and sear Who lays the burden on old age to bear Because the foolish Virgins came too late They heaven lost for Christ had shut the gate Should we be old are we then sure to store Our sould with grace which we refus'd before Through mire and dirt who travels all the day Will hardly go by night a cleaner way The Tenant which neglects th' appointed day Forfeit his lease and fret his Landlord may Vpon the Right Worshipful Sir Francis Floyd Knight Sou to the most eloquent pious learned and honorable Judge Sir Marmaduke Floyd Knight VErtue can never be conceal'd her flame Shines bright and will disclose a vertuous name A brave report of his great worth we hear As loud as thunder in our Hemisphere Contagious times could never make a spot On his fair clothes or his white paper blot He could not flatter or affect the crime To temporize or smooth the ruder time Fixt in his station like a losty hill He simply stood and scorn'd to change his will I wish he may enjoy fair Halcion days And Heaven bless his meritorious ways Even so come Lord Jesus Rev. 22. 20. THe pretty Bird imprison'd in his cage Would fain go free and spend his merry age In spacious woods So is my better mind As to a prison to my flesh confin'd Make haste sweet Jesus to strike off my shackle And to dissolve this earthly tabernacle Thou art on earth the earth's most perfect pleasure Thou art in heaven heavens richest treasure Let others dote on beauty honour wealth Thou art my great reward my joy my health My soul is ravisht with thy love and sickly Then come my sweetest Jesus oh come quickly Vpon Natures Darling the young ingenuous Gentleman Mr. James Jones Sâ—n to Edmund Jones Esq HE is in years a child but if you scan The ripeness of his wit he is a man This graff from such a gallant stock will be In time succeeding a most fruitful treâ— This Plant will prove a goodly Oak and give A pleasant shade the weary to relieve His Spring foretels the Autumn and such rayes Dart from the morning of
die to morrow Life is to him no joy nor yet a sorrow Hell Qui per malam vitam negligit â—oelâ—m per justiâ—â—am Dei cadit in Infernum GOOD Lord deliver me from hell where grief Is without end and pain without relief In this dark dungeon damned spirits lâ—e Where the foul woâ—m of conscience doth not die Nor fire go out where the most wretched soul Doth but in vain for pardon cry and houl Here they do gnash their teeth they spend sad teaâ—s Full of distractions horrid thoughts and fears From Gods sweet presence from eternal light From holy Angels and from Saints delight Fâ—om heavens glory now they banisht are What torment is this no man can d clare If after twenty thousand years of pain And thousands more the damn'd were sure to gaâ—n A pardon and come out this grant would be Some comfort to them in their misery But there is no such hope the Judgement 's past And cannot be revok'd the gate is fast And never can be opened who can tell What dreadful lamentations are in hell I know that heaven is above but how Or where hell stands Lord let me never know The prosperity of the wicked Vt paupert as bonorum est beata sic prosperit as impiâ—rum est maledicta SOmetimes the wicked flourish like the bay Which still keeps green when better trees decay Have you observ'd how little streams do swell And rise above their banks and then have fell And sunk into their Channels so we know Base men have risen high then fallen low That Kingdom is in an unhappy case Where Cedars fall and shrubs possess their place With joy and pleasure Upstarts climb the hill Again they tumble down against their will Those men do much mistake who only measure A Christians welfare by his worldly treasure An Angel hath no gold no beasts nor land And yet he is not poor his wealth doth stand In better things although the just mans store Is small he hath enough and needs no more God doth his grace instead of wealth impart And with contentment doth enrich his heart The bad mâ—ns wealth with discontent doth dwell His heaven is but interm'xt with hell Be not in love with gold a golden purse Is without grace no blessing but a curse The Martyr Martyrium est baptismus sanguinis SOme in gay feathers do the Peacocks play While 't is fair weather and a sunny day But when 't is clouded and the storms begin Like fearful snails they keep their horns within Pure Fountain-water doth most heat contain The winter time Good men in greatest pain And hardest times or dangers valiant prove And do express the greatest heat of love A Christian from his faith will never start If thousands should present and fire his heart He loves not life life is to him a pain He fears not death death is to him a gain He dies a Saint for truth who spends his breath The cause proclaims a Martyr not the death The blood of Martyrs is the fruâ—tful seed Which being sown doth still more Christians breed The DEVIL Monstrum horrâ—ndum informe ingens cui lumen ademptuâ— GOD bless me from the Devil â—oe to man If God rules not that great Leviathan Dâ—â—k soggy mists he câ—sts before our eyes To make us credit his phantastick lyes His greatest proffers are but painted toyes 〈◊〉 thâ—ough with grief and onely fac'd with joyes With pleasant potions and with sugred pilâ—â— The Devil tempts his patient when he kills He tempted David with Bathsheba fair Jâ—das with silver-pieces whom despair Brought to perdition with a beauteous face He brought two wanton Elders to disgrace With Naboths vineyard Achab he beguil'd So he with blood his guilty hands defil'd He cozen'd Achan with a wedge of gold Eve with an apple No man can unfold His various tricks he knoweth when to fish What bait you love what things you chiefly wish Three ways he useth most Wine women wealth By which he creeps into the heart by stealth Resist him at the first he 'll flie away Get but the morning and you have the day The Sinners Petition Non opus est misericordia ubi non est peccatum AFter some sick and tedious hours of night The Patient longs for the approaching light The thirsty Deer doth panting run and look Desiring to find out the water-bâ—ook So pants my soul and sighs and longs to see Thy saving health to make thy servant free How am I circled with thick clouds of sin And still a thred of vain delights I spin The Sun of glory these daâ—k clouds can chase And cleer me with the beauty of his face Wash Lord my scaâ—let sins that knowest how To make me wâ—â—teâ— than the â—lâ—eâ—e of snow Remember not my rash and ill spent youth When I could fancy lyes and hate the truth Those sins are wormwood now and bitter gall My pleasures then I now my sorrows call I creep unto thy gate and do implore Thy gracious love to cure my cankred sore Receive me in although I come so late Thou hast the keyes to open heavens gate A Hymn HEar me thou God of my delight Me inspire with thy fire Pure and bright Cleer my face with thy grace Turn I pray night to day With the beams of thy glorious light My waters calm and cure me with thy balm Have in store for my sore Some redress Rid my fears wipe the tears Which mine eyes do surprise And me with thy pleasures bless Great King break not a bruised reed Give me bread to be sed At my need Call to mind Loâ—d how kind Christ thy Son me hath won When his â—recious side must bleed Keep me fâ—om thrall and let me never fall Into woe lâ—st my soe May be glad Let thy wing comfort bâ—ing To my â—â—nd when I find My soul in her â—â—â—rning 〈◊〉 All laud unto the glorious King Whose great love we may prove By each thing Heart and voice shall rejoyce And my breath unto death Shall harmonious Anthems sing Lord when I die let my spirit flie To thy throne where alone Thou dost raign Perfect health and true wealth Quiet peace never cease In thy Kingdom there 's no pain Glory unto the Father be To the Son it be done Equally Praise and boast th' Holy Ghost With thy power every hour One true God in Persons three Now 't is even as heretofore it was And shall be certainly Evermore His great light hath no night Nor can he changed be But remains as he was before Drunkenness Elrietas brevis est insania USE golden Temperance that anchor may In greatest floods thy boat that wanders stay Who drinks too much and doth in tâ—verns dwell May want a drop to cool his tongue in hell Poâ—ts write of Men transform'd to bâ—asts if true I do believe they were some Drunken â—â—ue No Wolf no Ass more fierce more shameless can Or careless be than is a drunken man Lust murder folly falshood anger pride Possess foul