The Tâ—uth is pure to clense our souls from sin I ft we do walk this Way this Truth maintain Eernal life is ours exempt from pain This is the Way without all rubs of grief This is the Truth which claims a just belief Here is the Life which conquer'd death and sin Truth Life is ones if we the way be in Theâ— Truth informs us and the Way doth gulde The Life rewards us if we constant bide Follow this Way embrace this Truth desire This Life the crown of Saints in Heavens quire Thankfulness Ascensus gratiarum est descensus gratiae IN thee I have my being live and move Who art the King of glory and of love From thy rich storehouse of delight and pleasure I do receive my joy my gifts and treasure Who gives me bread to strengthen me and wine To glad my heart who made my soul divine Who gave me wisdom or spiritual eyes Good to discern from bad and Truth from lyes Who doth direct my ways but thou my King Which art the Fountain whence all vertues spring What shall I render thee I have no more Than what 's thine own thy riches are my store If thou sweet Lord wilt not my Heart disdain Thou gav'st it me I give it thee again The Holy Maid Dum fugio homines invenio angelos nunquam minùs sola quà m cùm sola IAm resolv'd no sond desire Shall kindle in me Cupids fire No amorous toyes no wanton kiss Shall â—ob me of eternal bliss I 'll write I 'll read I 'll spin I 'll pray To drive vain thoughts of Love away A silent Cloyster which is free From change and chance best pleaseth me When I do not converse with men I speak with God and Angels then I will not wear a rich attire Of gold or silk to set on fire Beholders eyes The care I find Most needful is to dress my mind No cunning Lover shall beguile Or win me with a gift or smile I will accept no pretty thing As Ribans Gloves a Watch or Ring Weak man's estate as in a glass Is truly seen in fading grass The choisest Man the fairest Rose Will languish and perfection lose And yet I am in love but where My love ascends a higher sphere Where honor beauty pleasures be Inthron'd and full of constancie My Beloved's white and ruddy My red sins made him all bloody His head is like fine gold most free From dross and all impurity His gracious eyes are like Doves eyes And in his cheeks composed lies A bed of spices and flowers sweet Where all perfumes together meet His mouth breathes roses and no bliss Can equal his delicious kiss But see where my Beloved lies And courts me with his dying eyes He spreads his arms me to embrace Who would noâ— love so sweet a face Rich drops of blood like rubies fall To ransom my poor soul from thrall The Cross my pillow and my bed Shall be his Grave to rest my head All sweets are sour all fair perfections foul Compar'd with Christ the Bridegroom of my soul In laudem Comitatus Herefordiensis Hic benè natus eram non benè notus eram Haec tell us pleno ditescit munere coeli Nec magè fructiferas dat Paradisus opes Optima qainque bonis florescunt commoda terris Unda silva frequens faemina lana seges Vitro splendidior lucido fluit unda salubris Quae faelix multo pisce notatur aqua Daâ—â— viâ—ides campis turgentia flumina vestes Wy Lug sunt patriae fluminâ— prima meae Hic quâ—rcus Jovis arbor adest quâ scindimus aequor Nobilitat varios plurima silva locos Hic est inâ—ocuae tam praestans forma puellae Verteret ut Monachos in nova vota pios Non pâ—aebet tibi tam pretiosam Hispania lanam Qualia dives opum veller a Lemster habet Diverso telum componit tramite bombyx Cum videas lanam hanc negligis illud opus Alma Ceres crescit gravidisque laboraâ— aristis Nec datur in toto copia parca so'o Paâ—rem hic tam placidum comedas ut credere posses maâ—â—â—m de summo vel cecidisse poto Teâ—tarent Evam fâ—lgâ—nâ—ia poma per agros Câ—â—scit pomorum â—uxuâ—iâ—sâ— proles 〈◊〉 Sâ—cera nâ—enâ—o non postponâ—nda Lyaeo Qâ—â—â— Nâ—ctâ—r magni credo fuisse Jovis Haec gens fidelis gaudens virtute laboris Experiens fortis blâ—nda jocosa sagar Hospitio gaudet populus studiosus amoris Et colâ—t antiquum Religiâ—nis opus Musa silere jubâ—t nunquam imbecilla son â—bit Ex merito laudes buccina nostra tuas Come unto me all you that labour and are heavy laden and I will ease you Matthew 11. 28. Clamat Diabolus Venite ad me ego intersiciam Clamat Mundus Venite ad me ego desiciam Clamat Caro Venite ad me ego inficiam Clamat Christus Venite ad me ego refâ—ciam NOt Gilead's Balm no Pool in Siloam Not David's Hyssop and no Angel can Or blessed Saint in heaven cure the soul When sin hath made it like a Leper foul Christ is our Balsom and we have no Tree Whose leaves do Nations heal but only he Our Saviours sacred blood speaks better things Than Abels blood and greater comfort brings Gods anger was incens'd when Abel dy'd Our Saviours blood his anger pacifi'd The blood of Abel did for vengeance call Christs blood for love and mercy to us all Just Abels blood cry'd once and cry'd no more Our Saviours blood cries still God hath in store A Sea of mercies if we do depend On Christ our loving Bridegroom and our Friend He makes the lame to walk the blind to see The sad to sing for joy the pris'ner free Come all that labour Blessed is the man That hath some oil from this Samaritan Come not by strength of legs or feet but mind By prayers not by steps if rest you 'll find Mount with the wings of prayer and ascend Gods holy hill where pleasures never end The Hypocrite Monumentum speciosum THe Hypocrite his face his words his mind Into a thousand forms and shapes can wind This weather-cock with every blast can turn And he had rather change his faith than burn He cares not how so he may fill his dish He can in cleer and troubled waters fish He love protests where he doth deadly hate His words will run like oil and break your pate If men do hunt the Fox he 'll shout and cry 'T is fit the Fox which kill'd the lambs should die But if the Fox sits in the chair of State The Fox shall have his love the Lamb his hate If here the Tuâ—k should reign this man alone Would sell his Bible for an Alcharon I 'll speak no more of dung my heart is free From the base leaven of Hypocrisie Chastity A Woman chaste is like a Meadow fair Enricht with pleasant flowers and sweetest air Then woman lock thy privy chamber be A fountain seal'd not to all
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
limit what can set a bound Unto thy wandring thoughts a little ground Contains thy body and when thou art dead Thou art contented with a narrow bed O pray for Grace without which all thy store Which should enrich thee will but make thee poore The Anabaptist Ostende Anabaptistam ego ostendam monstrum WHat wouldst thou have a King a Lord a Knight A Bishop Priest are monsters in thy sight No Church nor Altar and no Law must be To dictate but thy conscience unto thee It thou art displeas'd with Lawes Divine and Civil I know not what will fit thee but the Devil Upon the mournful deâ—th of our laâ—e Soveraign Lord Charles the first King of England c. I Read of a Confessor and a King A King and Maâ—tyr is a stranger thing Our Charles was both A King both just and wise A holy Maâ—tyr and sweet sacrifice Thieves did consent to kill the just but why When that the Wolf is Judge the Lamb must dye He went to Canaan for three Kingdoms good Through the red-Sea of his own sacred blood Thus John the Baptist dy'd that holy one Whilst Herod did usurp King Davids throne By his beheading it may well be sed Three Kingdoms by injustice lost their head If ere I shall the ayde of Saints implore Thy Shrine alone good Charles I will adore Lord let my soul unto thy Kingdom come To see King Charls crown'd for his Martyrdom Gods Mercy Nec habâ—t principium quo inâ—hoatur nâ—â— finem quo terminatur THe Sun 's within his Tropicks th' heavens high Within a span the clouds included lye Within the fist the earth that spacious creatâ—re Within a circle is confin'd by Nature But O thou God of Love to thy rich treasure Of endlesse mercy who can find a measure Upon the return of our most illustrious King Charls the second from Flanders to England WElcome bright Starre the prodromâ— of the day With whom the Sun of glory shall display His golden banners and restore the Light Of truth eclipst by an erroncous night He liv'd in exile long and Flanders then Was th' Eagles neast or the true Lions den He past a Sea of troubles and each wave Of grief he flatted with a soul more brave To meet their King the people ran so fast As if each one disdain'd to be the last Such plenteous tears of joy flow'd every where That some in England did a deluge feare They did such piks of wood in London burn That many thought it would to Ilion turn Those fires are ended but the flames of love Unto our King shall everlasting prove Long live King Charles so long till wise men see His years as many as his vertues be Then he 'le outlive old Nestor whose glasse ran Before 't was spent through the third age of man Upon the Lords Prayer Clavis Calâ— THe sacred Prayer of the eternal Word Doth greater comfort to my soul afford Tiran all the pâ—ayers made by humane Aâ—t Those I have read but this I have by heart It is my constant prayer and the best Like rich perfume to sweeten all the rest Winter Charitas frigescit Spark not to me of Frizland on the cold And gâ—lid Clymats of the North I hold There can no greater frostâ— or Winâ—er be 〈◊〉 â—â—d heart that 's cold in â—â—aritâ— O shine thou Sun of glory and impart Thy gracious heat to thaw my frozen heart Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk Duke of Albemarle Qui lumen pietatis slumen liberalitatis fulmen belli HEre is our glorious Atlas who doth bear Our heaven up and keep our hearts from fear His merit is beyond reward whose mind To high attempts by Nature is confin'd Some Merchants have by their adventures bold Enricht this Land with precious pearl and gold Yet none but Royal Monk could ever bring So rich a treasure as our gracious King Herculean labours were but twelve here 's one That hath an hundred labours undergone He nere was rash nor did the hasty hand But a wise heart his active sword command Judgment and valour live in him as fair Rebecca's sons did in one womb despair Could nere attempt him for his nobler mind Did soar above the reach of storms and wind This good Centurion doth not love to change His garment of Religion nor to range Through Groves of fancies he 's a fixed star To beautifie the Church and seat of war He is descended from a Royal line Not from the Bramble but the slately Pine The glory of the Wood his vertues be The Symptoms of his true Nobilitie He is in vertues rich in merits high So let him happy live so let him die REPENTANCE Vnicum necessarium REpentance is the key for rich and poor To lock up Hell and open Heavens door When like the Dove our wandring souls have left The Ark of God and when we are bereft Of safety and relief all help is vain But by repentance to return again One tear for sin yields to the soul relief More than a fountain shed for worldly grief The Vine drops tears which well the face may cleer But never beautifie the soul Repentance here Must be the spring which makes us seem so bright As if we were transfigur'd into light WORLDLY WEALTH Natura paucis contenta WEalth unto every man I see Is like the Bark unto the Tree Take from the Tree the Bark away The naked Tree will soon decay Lord make not me too rich nor make me poor To wait at rich mens tables or their door Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Aspice venturo laetentur ut omnia saeclo OUr Solomon is crown'd A Crown will share Not more of honour to his head than care He wore as the great King of Heaven would A Crown of Thorns before his Crown of Gold Thus children whom the Lord intends to bless Go to their Canaan through the Wilderness CHARLS by the grace of God wise men foresee Greater than Charls the Great in time shall be Almost to death unhappy England bled And liv'd a Monster long without a Head The Kingdom swallow'd up the Commonwealth And England which was sick is now in health Her Merchants shall bring gold and pearl and spice To make this Garden rich as Paradise And unto Caesar our most gracious King Great Nations shall their humble Presents bring Kings were neer Fountains crown'd as Writers show Because from them as from pure Fountains flow Our wealth health honour If the Head be ill By sympathy the Body suffer will We may as well live without air or fiâ—e Or bread and water which we all require As live without a King because the King Is like the Sun which maketh every thing To grow and flourish He 's the Stern to guide Our wandring ships through every wind and tide The Kings's our Nursing Father and the Queen Gur Nursing
Mother It is always seen That if the careful Nurse be sick or ill The Child cannot be well that sucks her still What doth befall or what concerns the King It streams to us like Rivers from the Spring If that the King be glad 't is joy to all And if he stands the people cannot fall God save the King let all the people shout And give unto his foes a total rout Ad verè pium reverendissimum in Christo Patrem Gulielmum Lucy permissione divinâ Episcopum Menevensem nec non Lumen Walliae splendidissimum GRande solamen Decus supremum Luce tu moestos recreas Britannos Advenis nobis bonus benignâ— Gratior aurâ Gloriam mundi nimium dolosi Negligis vanam meliora speran Vivis caeli cupidus perennes Ambis honores Heù domum sacram videas ruenâ—em Et lutum erroris populi sequaces Inquinat menles gravidas labora Pellere nubes Sedulò vulpes capias rapaces Et lupos blâ—ndis ovâ—bâ—s maliâ—nos Dissipans sâ—â—as graviter profanas Luminâ— sacâ—oâ— Firma sis verae fidâ—i columna Ni maâ—â—s 〈◊〉 dabis adjuvantes Obruet coecis populum tenebris Impius error Quà m cilò mundi fragilis voluptas Et viri nomen moritur potenâ—â—s Est tibi virtus mâ—lâ—or suturae Bucciâ—a famae Upon the Right Honorable JAMES Duke of Ormond and Earl of Brecknock HEre is the lofty Pine which always stood In spight of winds the pride of all the Wood He 's great by birth and great by wealth but he Cannot be greater than his merits be Though like a mountain his great Fortunes swell His lowly Mind doth in a valley dwell Ambition spurs him not for he doth move In th' highest orb of Honour and of Love The Learned he prefers his Judgment can Distinguish well betwixt a Goose and Swan His word is like the Persian law most free From various change or mutability He is religious and doth wisely mark The door which leads unto the holy Ark. Four Rivers ran from Paradise we find More vertues far spring from his noble mind He ever soar'd with an ambitious wing To serve his God his Country and his King His actions are so full of life that they Cannot neglected in oblivion die He is both good and great and so may he Still great in goodness good in greatness be Sampson's Foxes SAmpson did tail by tail Wild Foxes bind And fastned Fire-brands to them all behind Thus ers Hetick are joyn'd and go astray Linkt in some antick or preposterous way They carry fire-brands too to set on fire The peaceful Kingdom Let us all desire To quench this fire and these wild beasts to tame Else they will prove our ruine and our shame Vpon a fair Gentlewoman but ill qualified THus have I seen thus did I often know A filthy â—unghil overlaid with snow Here a fair Object stands before your eyes Whose beauty a cold Hermite might surprise She looks like Heaven where good Angels dwell Yet is within as dark as black as Hell Thus many trees appear both sound and green But at the heart they have been rotten seen The sweet composure of her face doth say She is an Angel which assumes our clay But scan her ways unlawful and uncivil And then you will proclaim her for a Devil Fair weather in her lovely face we find But clouds of sin in her deceitful mind To make her fair within good Lord impart Unto that comely face a gracious heart Upon the Right Honorable HENRY Lord HERBERT eldest Son and Heir to the Right Honorable EDWARD Marquess of Worcester Est pater patriae gloria magna suae ASk Fame the truth and you shall fully know What noble vertues from this fountain flow Whose precious soul is with more sweetness blest Than the Arabian Phenix spiced nest His Christian heart and tongue united be And in the sphere of pious truth agree No sâ—elling waves of pride no pussing wind Disturb the calmness of his peaceful mind His honest actions from foul rubs are free Like Tempe that fair field of Thessaly The Magnet could not shew more constancie Unto the Northern Pole or Star than he Did to our King He never could abide Like to a broken bow to start aside His active power his ever loving heart Like old Barzillai took King Davids part Have you observ'd a curious fabrick high Compos'd of free-stone pleasant to the eye And beautified within with works most pure Of gold and silver and rich furniture Thus grace and nature fram'd him so that I Am much too dull to write his Elogy Lord from his eyes unhappy feares expell His feete from falling keep his soul from hell The Bible Arbor Vitae MUch books I have perus'd but I protest Of books the sacred Bible is the best Some books may much of humane Learning boast But here 's the Language of the Holy Ghost Hence we draw living water here we do Observe the Patriarchs lives and doctrine too Here Christ himself directs us how to pray And to the Gate of Heaven chalks the way Here is the salve which gives the blind their sight All darknesse to expel here is the light Here is strong meat for men and milk to feed The weaker babes which more perfection need Cast off erroneous pamphlets wanton rhymes All feigned books of love which cheat the times And read this book of life those shall appear With Christ in heaven which are written here The Wedding garment FAith is the wedding garment lind within With love without foul spots or staines of sin Humility is the most decent lace And patient hope which doth this garment grace Without this royal robe no guest is fit To sup or at the Lords own table sit The true Souldier Est major qui se quam qui fortissima vinc Maenia HE is a valiant man and souldier brave Who can his passions in subjection have Those which do conquer towns shall never win The crown of life unlesse they conquer sin Strange Monsters OF diverse monsters I have sometimes read Some without feet and some without a head No fouler monsters can hot Africk bring Than rebels are without their head the King Solitarinesse I am become like a Pelicane in the wilderness and like an Owl that is in the desart I have watched and am even as it were a sparrow that sitteth alone upon the house top Psalm 102. 6 7. THe multitude like some tempestuous wind Disturbs the câ—ntemplation of the mind High meditatâ—ons do my soul possesse Like John the Bapist's in a wildernesse When secret fields I tread I do resuse The books of men and Nature's books peruse The glorious Sun the Moon the Stars so bright Are demonstrations of th' Eternal light The Rainbow doth in the dark clouds declare How great Gods Judgments and his mercies are Each herb or flower each living plant or tree Present Gods goodnesse and his Majestie I see the Lilleys grow and then admire Gods wisdom in
which weak defect may never know So let them both like twyns be fair and kind Be rich in grace be of a loving mind So let them both continue till they kisse In love each other to eternal blisâ—e Wordly Honor. Honos mundi est onus animis CLimb up the highest hill and you shall find That place most subject to great storms and wind So wordly Honours and preferments are But steps to raise you to more grief and care To the most Courteous and fair Gentlewoman the pattern of modesty and piety Mrs. Elinor Williams of the Gare. AS you are perfect without blot or stain So may perfection in your Bridegroome raign As you are young and tender so may he In years a little your superiour be For every marriage then is best in tune When that the wife is May the husband June Let not your heart to beggar's Hall incline A shrubble should not embrace so tall a pine A Buzzard must not couâ—t the gentle Dove For such a marriage will prodigious prove No foolish Wood-cock must expect to wedde Or take the rarer Phenix to his bed Before your Roses fade joyn hand in hand Old age will come and plough your finest land Remember Lots Wife Exempla plus valent quam praecepta A Woman turn'd to salt most true it is Ovid nere knew that Metamorphosis The woman chang'd not man Gods prime creature For women are most apt to change by nature She looked back with a most strong desire To see old Sodom which was then on fire The act of looking back had bin no crime Had she lookt back but at another time It was Gods precept made this act a sin She had been free had God not injur'd bin Salt seasoneth flesh she 's turn'd to salt that we By her example might well season'd be Go on my soul to God with all thy might Renounce thy former Sodom of delight Upon the death of the Right Worshipful Sir Anthony Mansel who was shot and kild at the battel of Newbery Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam chari capitis Hora. DEath like a coward at a distance stood When she struck him his valour was so good She durst not venter neere Death to her shame His body kill'd but could not kill his name In this sad battel if same truth doth say We got the field and yet we lost the day His death eclipst the day and made it night And clouds of sorrow did obscure the light It were injustice to neglect his dust Whose death was noble as his life was just Now heaven crownes him where all labors cease Although he dy'd in war he dy'd in peace Charity Quid charitas sine fide Quid fides sine charitate THe glorious Sun bestows his light and heat To cherish us and make all things compleat The swelling clouds with water do abound To succour and refresh the thirsty ground The earth yields her increase the fruitful vine Out of her treasure yields the pleasant wine All creatures in their kind by nature give And with their precious store our wants releive These creatures by example us should move To help each other with a mutual love To feed the poor who sells his own estate Doth purchase heaven at an easie rate God loves a broken heart an humble knee An open hand from all vain glory free The Holy Sacrament or Supper of the Lord Vbi ratio deficit fides proficit UNder the forms of sacred bread and wine I do receive thee Lord and grace divine Thou art the door the vine the corner stone Thou art the way the truth the life alone Thy mercy to inlarge thou art our bread Wherewith we are to life eternal fed Thy blood is wine which sweetly doth refresh Our weary souls and cheere our weaker flesh Who eats this bread and drinks this cup shall be From fainting thirst and pining hunger free In this sweet bread doth no sour leaven lye Of fraud of malice or hypocrisie The bread's thy body and the wine thy blood This I beleeve this faith is safe and good Thou art in thy great Sacrament but how I simply do confesse I do not know It is enough for me that thou art there I will receive thee Lord with joy and fear Upon the Right Worshipful Sir Richard Floyd one of his Majesties Honourable Judges in South-Wales BLush all you scarlet gowns that heretofore Did wink at rich men and condemn the poor Great flyes break through when the lesser fly In slender cobwebs doth intangled ly But here is one of Jetbro's Judges he Fears God and is from base corruption free The person he respects not but the cause He fancies not opinion but the laws The scales of Justice no fine gold can turn He righteth those which laugh and those that mourn He 's careful of the poor for he doth know That men will soon tread down a hedge that 's low His language is attractive sweet and full And falls like rain into a fleece of wooll In faith he is a rock in loyal love For his good King he'did a Martyr prove He is a honest Jude my active will Would guild his name had I but perfect skill Conscience Conscientia millâ— Testes COnsider all thy actions and take heed On stollen bread though it is sweet to feed Sinne like a Bee unto thy hive may bring A little honey but expâ—ct the sting Thou maist conceal thy sinne by cunning Art But conscience sits a witnesse in thy heart Which will disturb thy peace thy rest undo For that is witnesse Judge and prison too The pleasant streame doth fair and smoothly glide When in the bottom no great rubbes abide No swelling grief no boystrous cares appear Where honest ways preserve the conscience clear Our cloths being new and fair we hold it fit To care what thing we touch and where we fit When they are foul or torne we leave that care And cast them up and down like broken ware T is so with conscience while 't is fair within We fear to stain it with some heynous sin If once the Virgin-Conscience plays the quean We seldom after care to keep it clean Then keep thy conscience like thy paper white And do not blot when thou maist fairly write The Shrew Ventus ab Aquilone BEhold her lip how thin it is her nose How sharp her voice how shrill which doth disclose A â—roward shrew who hath her by mishap Shall surely hear a constant thunder-clap Silence is her disease for like a mill Her clapper goes and never standeth still By night Hobgoblins houses haunt this sprite Doth vex and haunt the house both day and night The Rack the wheele the Spanish Inquisition Torments not like her rongue A sad condition Her husband lives in like a coward he Must leave the field and always vanquisht be He must commend what she doth well approve And disallow of what she doth not love We tame wild fouls bears lions but no Art To tame
there be dayes existent in the year O health O perfect health the gift of God When we grow wanton sickness is his rod When I am sick or well grant Lord I may Remember thee and not forget to pray To the most affable charitable and ingenuâ—â—s Gentleman Roger Vaughan of Moccas Esq Nobilis ingenio natura moribus ortu MIstake me not It is not my intent To court you with a formal complement Should I presume to set your praises forth I should but injure you and blot your worth My drops can never make the Sea more full And I confess my Candle is too dull To add more light unto the Sun my mind Would active be but still defects I find My slender power doth compell my pen To leave that task to more judicious men The tongue Bona lingua nihil melius Mala lingua nihil pejus GIve not the Bridle to thy hasty tongue A mad colt speeds and may his Master wrong A tongue well drest is excellent meat ill drest It is distastful and will not disgest The tongue is fire soft fire gives pleasant heat But if it flames too high the danger 's great Who gives full scope and lets his tongue go free Will but endanger his own Liberty In silent streams we find the deepest foords And Wisdom's most where there is least of words Excessive words which like great tides do swell Above their banks unhappy effects foretell Upon the Right Worshipful Sir John Awbrey of Lantrethit Knight Honest as rumor optimum est patrimonium SInce Truth is from the earth to heaven fled Men are by strange and various fancies led The times did alter yet the world may see This Knight from change but not from chance was free Some mens Religion like a blaze of fire Caus'd by dry sticks or thorns will soon expire Such will not row their boat but where they find The tide most calm free from tempestuous wind But he great storms and dangers did foresee Yet no foul shipwrack of his faith could be No danger could his resolution shake Or on his soul a base impression make Men might abuse his body name or land They never could his braver soul command The Sun 's less constant for since he begun He ne're went back like Hezekiah's Sun I 'le speak no more he praised Caesar best Who silent wonder'd and did speak the least To the Right Worshipful Sir Richard Basset of Bewper Knight Instar omnium IF commendation is to valour due Or vertue praise then is a debt to you Yâ—u could not stoop nor alter like the wind The loyal resolution of your mind You bravely stood in times of war and fear Like some bright Star fixt in your proper sphear Such sparks of Valour from your eyes did fly As put your foes into an extasy Your Noble actions do transcend all wit Or copious lines unless an Angel writ Vpon his much honoured friend Major Henry Stedman HOW shall I write of him whose pleasant rayes Do further spread than my weak skill or praise His mind is like sweet Edens Garden which Was fair in trees as he in vertues rich His Loyalty is known his Valour try'd Nor can his serious Judgement be deny'd East was not more divided from the West Than Treason from his unpolluted breast His faith is Catholick and it is vain To tempt him with a fond fanatick strain Although his Boat with waves and wind was tost He ne're his course or resolution lost To the Worshipful Edward Powel Esq of the Maes Maur. MY Pensil is too dull to paint your name With such a gloss as may advance your fame Yet I have writ you down for I believe Your name more lustre to my Book will give As precious stones adorn a golden Ring And lillies beauty to the Valleys bring So he that will on your perfections look Shall find they are a splendour to my Book You are my friend which some may think not true Because I do so slightly write of you Upon the Right Worshipful Nicholaâ— A 〈…〉 of Lantony Esq Honesty is the best polâ—cy BEhold an Israelite in whom's no gaile Nor doth foul practice his fair hands defiâ—e The worldly wise do study watch and plot And tread all paths that riches may be got If Naboth's Vineyard fruitful is then they With Naboth's blood will Naboth's Vineyard buy But his soul is contented and doth hate To wander further than his own estate He soars not high with an ambitious wing But is contented like a private spring To keep his constant course no muddy gain Of ill got treasure shall his conscience stain Thus have I seen a calm and pleasant tide Without all noise or swelling billows sâ—ide His faith he pins not on anothers sâ—ieve Nor changeth like the times his soul doth grieve To see mad people free from fear and grace Besiege the Church and storm the Sacred place He is a friend true learning to advance For learning hath no foe but Ignorance I wish him happy dayes â—nd life to see His vertues shine in his posterity A Perewig Uâ— moveâ—t cornicula risum Furtivis nudata coloribus VVElcome oâ—ave gallant with those locks so fair It is a question who doth own that hair Tâ—e owner sure is dead but when or how O in what place he dy'd thou dost not know Peâ—haps he dy'd at Bedlam then take heed Those hairs mad fancies in thy head may breed Perchance sad Tyburn was the fatal place Where he did end his dayes for want of grace If it be so they will infect thy brain And cause thee to delight in thievish gain If from some broken Chamber-maid they fell They 'l move to lust and modest thoughts expell Oâ— if they grew upon a drunken head Thou seldom wilt go sober to thy bed But if they came from some bad Statesman's ground A Matchivillian Knave thou mayst be found Thus these dead excrements if thou them use Will but bad thoughts and qualities infuse Cast off those looser hairs which every wind Will fright away and shew thy vainer mind God numbers all our hairs let no man scoff At that which God doth take such notice of Besides it is a sinful shameful part To â—lubber Natures work with sluttish Art Upon his most dear and pious Vncle Mr. James Parry Parson of Tedstone VVHile the new teachers in the Pulâ—it pâ—are His works his Sermons are which do d 〈…〉 e And spread themselves we may his pious mind And inward faith by outward actions find A good tree bears good fruit the Olive tree Is far but figs from thistles cannot be The poor flock to him for supply and rest Aâ— birds do fly unto the warme◠〈◊〉 He lives not to the world no base desire Of gold inflames him or ambitious fire He praiseth God and doth contented live Whether the hand of God doth take or give Afflictions are his blessings and the rod Which chastens him doth bring him home to God He lives to day as if he 'd
and still the sunshine love On these unconstant worldlings I do look As on the image in the Prophets book The head of gold of silver th' arms and breast The thighs and belly were of brass the rest As legs and feet of iron were and clay The image fell and moulder'd all away So wavering men who use no constant Creed From good to bad from bad to worse proceed But here is one who like a Martyr ran And held throughout the course he first began No strong temptations threatning swords or gold Could flat his resolution he ne'r sold His love for gain his heart was firm and stable Unto his King as th' Anchor to the Cable So stands the stately Pine which rooted fast And deep in earth disdains the weaker blast To make one perfect Nature never could Have form'd a man in a more decent mould But wiser men neglect the outward shell And praise his braver soul where vertues dwell His sole ambition rightly understood Is only to be known not great but good His actions are so just that you 'd protest Astraea dwelt within his sacred breast With unclipt wings let may Ambition fly As his desires are good his merits high GRACE Qui quaerit invenit MEn dig the bowels of rhe earth for gold And rocks for precions stones and some are bold To dive into the sea for pearl Few care To get the pearl of Grace more rich more rare The Manna and the Quails were dainty meat And as delicious as a man could eat But taste the food of Grace and thou shalt find It yields a better relish to thy mind Grace makes the poor man rich the bline to see The sad man full of joy the bondman free Weak humane thoughts it turns to thoughts divine As Christ at Cana watet turn'd to wine It sweetens all conditions rich and poor Like some pure incense and preserves thy store A good Report Honestus rumor optimum est patrimonium Qui malè facit malè audit DO not neglect the candor of thy Name Thou shouldst not stain thy clothes much less thy fame Fine houses men will build repair and trim And keep them neat without and fair with in But little they regard if by foul ways â—hey blot their names and flubber o're their days Such men in life are odious and shall be In death a scandal to posterity I 'll tread a righteous path â—ia good Report Makes men live long although their life is short Sampson's Riddle Out of the strong camâ— sweet CHrist was the Lamb Christ was the Lion slain To save our souls from everlasting pain From Judab's Lion all sweet pleasures flow No mercies but from him we have or know He was a Lion mighty strong in pow'r Before he could Death Sathan Hell devour A Dark Lanthorn THis Lanthorn is but dull and dark in sight As if it had not the least spark of lightâ— The light is clos'd within which none can spy Or well discern unless the curious eye So good men care not that the world should know How good they are by any outward shew Thus Cabinets appear but mean and plain Yet many times rich pearl and gold contain Thus the best Wine that ever you can wish Is often tasted in an earthen dish Some look like holy Temples when they are Like graves within defil'd with rotten ware Of my weak deeds I will no trumpet sound The heart is humble where good gifts abound Man's Infirmity WIse Adam fell in Paradise the good Angels in Heaven fell who always stood In Gods own presence Faithful Peter fell Though in Christs school he was brought up so well David committed murther righteous Lot Defil'd his name with an incestuous blot No Oak so strong no Cedar is so tall But shaken with tempestuous wind may fall No man so perfect is so pure a Saint But in the battel he may fail and faint If God prevents not Man that 's born to sorrow May safely stand to day and fall to morrow The Common people Neutrum modò mas modo vulgus THe many-headed Hydra or the People Now build the Church then pull down Bells and Steeple To day for learned Bishops and a King They shout with one consent to morrow sing A different note One while the people cry To Christ Hosanna then him crucifie And thus the wavering multitude will be Constant in nothing but inconstancie When these together swarm the Kingdom fears They are as fierce as Tygers rude as Bears The Rock in Horeb. ONce onely Moses with his sacred rod The Rock in Horeb strucks as he by God Commanded was then waters gusht and fell From the hard Rock as from a running Well Lord thou didst often strike me never kill Thy rod was gentle I am stubborn still Soften my stony heart that tears may flow None reap in joy but those in tears that sow The holy Sepulchre CHrist is our Rock who in a rock is lain The lesser rock the greater doth contain Out of a rock they newly hew'd his grave The new man Christ thus a new tomb must have No creature might repose or lay his head Without presumption in the Creators bed The Lily of the valley Sharon's Rose His fragrant grave in a sweet garden chose This Rock did shelter Christ two days but he An everlasting Refuge is to me He is the Rock that doth our souls relieve With water which doth life eternal give The Passing-Bell THe Passing-Bell doth toll my thred is spun My candle is burnt out my hour-glass run This sound is doleful and this musick 's sad To those which in the world are rich and bad It is like Davids musick sweet to me Which doth my soul from evil spirits free I end my life and yet to live begin I shall in glory live who liv'd in sin The Spiritual Watchman Nulla venit sine te nox mihi nulla dies WHen private in my bed I take my rest I muse on all the gifts wherewith God blest And made me glad The thankful man alone Climbs Jacobs ladder and ascends Gods throne I think on heaven's joys and do admire Of Saints and Angels the harmonious quire Sometimes I think of hell where rich men ly In deadly torments and yet cannot dy My life I call to mâ—nd which God hath made Short like a span vaine as a dream or shade This night may be my last and I may have My sheet to be my should my bed my grave I count past sins which so defile my soul That on the dunghil Job was not so foul These holy thoughts possesse my serious head Til tears run downe and wash my careful bed LOVE Amor est complementum legis OUr God is love who doth remain in love In the same sphear with God himself doth move All things by perfect nature do agree And seem to hold a mutual sympathy The heavens to love their inclination show Which fairly do embrace this orb below The fire the water earth and air agree
And by kind nature intermixed be Love doth fulfil the law love conquers sin And makes a man an earthly Cherubin Faith patience hope all vertues rightly â—kand Without pure love like barren fig trees stand With perfect love are sweetest graces seen Like maids of honor waiting on the Queen Love is the wedding-garment and no guest Without this robe shall tast the royal feast Invest me Lord with love make thou me able And fit to feast with â—ngels at thy Table Upon the Right Worshipful Sir Henry Lingen Knight of Stoke in Herefordshire Nulli pietate secundus MY trumpet is too dul and weak to sound His meritorious praise as in rich ground Most pleasant springs sweet flowers and herbs we find So vertues are consistent in his mind He 's constant in the faith and he doth hate Old truth with errors to sophisticate Such valour he exprest that men should raise A stately Pyramidet ' advance his praise His hands were active and his heart was free In loyal actions from Apostasy He strives not to climb high a gentle tyde Thus have I seen within his channel slâ—de His actions are so cleer to each mans sight As the pure Topaz or the Chrysolite All hearts to him as to their Loadstone move For he 's the Center of his Countrey 's love By all his vertuous ways it doth appear His soul in heaven is his body here The Sluggard Otia corrumpunt animum WHen God did Adam with all pleasures blesse He was to labour and the garden dresse God made man active those fair orbs above Do wheele about and without ceasing move The running stream is sweet and can impart A wholsome draught unto a thirsty heart But standâ—ng pools more dark and foul appear Nor can they be from bad infections cleer So labour whetâ— the soul and cleers the mind By active fire our mettal is refin'd An idle life a sad condition breeds Who sits when he should travel never speeds Look how the painful Bee unto her hive Brings the pure hony and doth daily thrive And the laborious Ant with careful pain Doth treasure up in summer time her grain So she prevents the famine and doth live All winter in delight and never grieve The Sluggard foulds his armes and then doth say I fear there is a Lion in the way Thus in the end both poverty and shame Consumes his body and obscures his name God is a husbandman he doth require All men to work no peny else no hire To his much Honoured friend Mr. John Williams the most pious and learned Minister and Vicar of Devynnock and Luel IN printed leaves for you I need not look I have learnt you by heart without the book Had I forgotten you I had bin rude And guilty of most base ingratitude If I had power equal to my mind You should an honest friend and servant find But envious fortuné hath so clipt my wing That I can nothing but affection bring I may more large in lands by fortune prove But no condiiton can enlarge my love The heavens blest you with a plenteous hand That you your friends can help your foes command The Blackamores WE many men from Mauritania see To England come as black as Ravens be Into your selves look with a curious eye And you shall find you are more black then they Then wonder not at them so black in skin But at your selves so foul so black by sin Peace and Warre PEace is like salt which seasons all our meat Till envious warâ—e doth poison all we eat War like the horsleech calls for humane blood And ruines all thâ—ngs like the unruly flood Or raging fire I do prefer by far An unjust peace before the justest war Welcome sweet peace which makes all things compleat And gives us grapes from our own vines to eat That land is blest and hath a golden day Where Drums and trumpets cease and Organs play Peace breedeth plenty warre consumes a nation Peace bringeth joy warre causeth Lamentation Pray to the God of peace that we may have The love and peace of God unto the grave HOPE Qui nihil sperat desperet nihil I 'm black t is true but yet no sad despair Shall me perswade that I shall nere be fair Transform hard stones the God of power can And make them children unto Abraham To turn my heart of stone God knows the way Into a heart of flesh without delay My sore disease is not so great or foul That there 's no balsome which can heal my soul Come true Samaritan come sacred Dove And in my soul as in thy Temple move To the most incomparable wise and vertuous Lady the Lady Goditha Prise Lady to the Honourable Colonel Sir Herbert Prise Knight AS I do live I wonder how you can Forget your sex and be so much a man In wit and judgment nay you are divine Transcending far our nature masculine As you are fair so you disdain the rude And sluttish nature of the multitude They say Promitheus stole from heaven fire And brought it down weak mortals to inspire If it be now on earth I do protest That heavenly fire lies in your sacred breast Who writes of you or gives you greatest praise To your high worth shall but a molehill raise Vpon the same most excellent Lady the Lady Goditha Prise HAve you observ'd a garden fair and sweet Where whelsome herbs and pleasant flowers do meet So doth her mind no imperfection know Where graces do like grapes in clusters grow If you with serious eyes desire to see The model of most perfect charity Or if in earnest you desire to find Religion seated in a humble mind Or would you know where holy patience dwells When grace and truth all discontent expels Then her behold who lives as if with John She had Christ's sacred bosome lean'd upon In tears and prayers she doth sin bemone And each day neerer steps to heavens throne The mortified Christian I From the worlds deceitful snares am free They were but cobwebs which entangled me All worldly mirth is madnesse get away You bad companions which mispend the day Leave me alone I ne're am lesse alone Than when in private by my self I mone I love no dainties which procure delight Nor curious sauce to whet the appetite Nature is spon contented give me meat That I may live let me not live to eat I wear no silk fine linnen rich attire To make me proud or burn with wanton fire Rough sackcloth or some homely weed I love Which my poor heart to humble thoughts may move I pray in Temples meadows woods each place Invites my soul to call for saving grace All sins by constant prayer conquer'd be So conquer them else they will conquer thee The new illiterate Lay-Teachers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 WHy trouble you religions sacred stream And tear Christs coat which had no rent or seam And you do patch it too with ragged clouts Of false opinions and phantastick doubts The skilful