heed No poisonous herb may grow no stinking weed I love my actions just my words compleat My body clean my garment fair and neat But yet my chiefest care and study here Is to preserve my soul and conscience cleere I am ambitious of an honest fame And to preserve the candour of my name My wife and children and my friend I love These are strong tyes which may affection move These are delights but my delight is most To watch my soul lest that rich pearle be lost Lord let me feed on bread of cares and fears And let me wash my bed with constant tears Let me be subject to all storms and wind And for my bed let me a dunge on find Do what thou wilt sweet Lord I 'le take it well Onely preserve my self from death and hell What if I heard the musick of the sphears And sweetest Anthems to content the ears What if I had strong wines delicious meat And all the pleasures I could tast or eat All this is gall unless the soul is free Which is more dear than twenty worlds to me The Marigold Heliotropium sive Solisequium est anima mea quae sequitur solem Justitiae non naturae THE loving Marigold his leaves displays Glad to receive the Sun 's all warming rays But when the absent Sun denies relief The flower contracted seems to dy for grief While the bright Sun of glory shines on me My soul is in a joyful extasy But when he hides his gracious face of love I cannot truely be nor live nor move MUSICK Non clamans sed amans psallit in aure Dâ—â— AMphion's musick was so rare That with him no man might compare And Orpheus with his silver string Did stones and trees together bring But when I sigh or weep or pray I sweeter musick make than they All things were fram'd by God above And all things do in union move They say no musick to the ears Is like the musick of the sphears But yet to me it doth appear No musick 's like the conscience cleer SINNE 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 WHat cloud is this that makes it night And robs me of eternal light Lord in this darknesse I can see No path which leads my soul to thee O Sun of glory make it day And chase these clouds of sinne away PRAYER Vâ—corpus est mortuum sine anima sic anima sine oratione THe morning is the insancy of day Which claims chast thoughts cals the heart to pray When night puts on her black and dark attire Let prayer kindle thee with holy fire A faithful prayer pleaseth God and turns His wrath to mercy when his anger burns It is a welcome sacrifice to God For man a salve and for the devil a rod Without the wings of prayer none can fly To heavens throne where pleasures never dy Prayer's the Key which opens heaven's door From whence all blessings fall on rich and poor It is the key which looks the gates of hell Whence evils come where all discomforts dwell In prayer bend thy knees â—nd heart for he Doth make his heart more stiff that spares his knee Who God forgets and doth neglect to pay Is still in travel never in the way A FRIEND Rara avis in terris WHere shall I find a friend I may as soon Find out the man which dwelleth in the moon The ancient days are past when men did move Within the sphear of undeceiving love Friendship is in these days respectless growne Like some old matron in a thredbare gown There is a fained friendship which doth passe Sometimes for pearle and is but painted glasse Some undermine who seem like friends to stand These have the voice of Jacob Esau's hand Others will smooth you with a fair discourse And give you talk enough but keep the purse A perfect friend is not in love so cold That he will lose his friend to save his gold Thou art my friend sweet Lord who dost refresh My weary soul I trust no arm of flesh The Saints of God Sanctitas nobis non per meritum sed per gratiam impuâ—atur THe neerer we approach to God the more Wee find our imperfections and deâ—loâ—e Our frail estate our weaknessâ— best we â—ee In the fair glasse of Gods great Majesty The stars are glorious bodies and by night Do guild the world with their resplendent light But they are dull and never do appear When once the sun shines in our Hemisphere The Sons of God the children of the day Excell the rest in beauty but when they Behold Gods glory with a serious mind They nothing in themselves but darknesse find The righteous do condemn themselves and spy Beams in their own not in their brothers eye None keeps the paper of his life so white But he will sometimes blot as well as write If th' heavens are not cleane nor Angels pure In Gods account who is from sin secure Therefore Gods Saints are from presumption free Their faith is cloth'd with works of charity Grant me sweet Lord a righteous life then I The precious death of thy dear Saints shall dy Peter's denial Angelus cecidit licet in caelo Adam cecidit licet in Paradiso Petrus cecidit licet in Scholâ Christi ARt thou the Rock where Christ his Church would build Yet when thy master fights thou leav'st the field No wonder if weak buildings be cast downe With boistrous winds when rocks are overthrown Where was thy courage when the Lamb did stand Before the Wolf left to his furious hand Wouldst hou sorsake thy Saviour swear and ban In all thy life thou never knewst the man Lord leave me not vnto my self lest I Fall from the faith and thy great name deny I hear a waring-peece the Cock doth crow And Peter feels his sad condition now He doth repent his curses oaths and fears In the sad language of his flowing tears Let not my fountains cease nor tears be few Tears are the Angels joy and Heavens dew Gods Providence Deus est in Angelis per gloriam in Electis per gratiam in omnibus per providentiam THe Lilies do not spend the weary day In spinning thred to make their clothes more gay Yet Solomon had no such rich attire Whom all the world for glory did admire The Ravens have no barn to store their grain They do not sow nor reap with careful pain Yet God feeds them If he the birds do feed And clothe the grass he will sustain my need With greater love I never will despair When all is spent God will my stock repair Upon the Honorable Colonel Sr Herbert Prise Baronet Master of the Houshold to His Majesty Charles the Second Est major quà m cui passit fortuna nocere SOme wavering men like reeds with every wind Are shaken to and fro The various mind Dislikes no weather be it foul or fair He hath a cloak fit for the present air Such like the Cynick will their tubs remove From place to place
wanton play And think with gold and pearl t' outshine the day Give me a wife that can the Spindle use The Book the Needle free from brawls and news Take heed of her that sanctifies her face And never prates without a Scripture phrase One chast and merry lovely kind and wise Active well bred contents both heart and eyes Desire the hand of God to point thy wayes He never falls that in his journey prayes The Rainbow Ingens bibit arcus Virg. VAriety of colours may be seen Within the Rainbow chiefly red and green Green shews the Deluge which did overflow And drown the whole Creation here below Red shews the world when times age shall expire Must be refin'd if not consum'd by fire We see no arrow in this bow nor string It threatens not but doth glad-tidings bring The glorious bow of heaven doth foreshow Sweet showers of Blessings not of Judgements now Grant me thy mercies Lord cast not thy dart Nor shoot thine arrow at my wounded heart The Carpenter Is not this the Carpenter's Son GOD is the Carpenter whose skilful hand Upon the waters made this Oâ—b to stand He did compose the gate which is the way To heavens bliss and keeps himself the key He hath his Plain when we are rough and wild To make our stubborn Natures smooth and mild He hath his perfect Rule his Sâ—we his Axe To order that which reformation lacks This Carpenter makes hearts and hands agree And joins them fast in bonds of Unity Lord join and glue my soul to thee so well That I in thee and thou in me may'st dwell Upon the Worshipful and most hopeful Gentleman Thomas Prise of Whisteston Esq HE is in years but young yet grave and wise Old age and youth in him do sympathize Nature made use of Art before she could Make one at the same time both young and old His heart is gallant humble just and free There only vertues keep their Hierarchie The pleasant Whisteston is his Mansion place Where Nature Aâ—t and Art doth Nature grace In that fair dwelling we may find much pleasure But yet in him consists the chiefest treasure Wealth Honour Pleasure are no more we find But hansome Pages to his Nobler mind Upon the Nobly minded and most pious Gentlewoman Mrs. Mary Williams daughter to that worthy Gentleman Thomas Gwyn of the Hay-Castle Esq Saecula Phaenices nulla tulere duos FResh is the morn the Maiden-head of day Sweet are the flowers which breath perfumes in May. Fair is the Rose in June so doth her heart The sweetest ornaments of grace impart Here Vertue sits inthron'd as if she were Contented only with her dwelling there Her alms and pious deeds beyond compare For her a seat in heaven do prepare And glorious heaven is the fittest place To entertain so good a heart and face I wish the Sun an hundred years may rise With joy to wait upon her brighter eyes Affliction Deus vulneratâ— carnem ut sanet mentemâ— WHen for delight I took the purer air I have observ'd sweet Meadows green and fair O'relaid with dung which spoil'd the present grace But afterwards it gave a better face Affliction makes one dark but we may find It adds more gracious beauty to the mind Afflictions are Gods Skullions and these must Scoure and preserve his houshold stuff from rust They are his Masons which do smooth and square Stones for the Temple which unpolisht are The more the patient Camamile we tread The more it will by dilatation spread The gentle fire if often blown will burn With greater heat and to more fury turn So Christians by afflâ—ctions stronger grow They patience may no base submission show When Christ was on the earth they crown'd his head With thorns and made the wooden Cross his bed They gave him vinegar and gall when he Did sorely thirst in his strong agonie If that the King could have no better meat What dainties shall the beggar think to eat The Paschal Lamb with bitter herbs was eaten If we are Christs we surely shall be beaten The World Omnia vanitas THE World 's a garden which the fancy feeds And yields few wholsom herbs but many weeds Fools may commend and give a golden gloss To things that glister but indeed are dross When serious I consider in my cage The strange Meanders of the present Age And see the chance and change of every thing From the poor beggar to the richest King All worldly pleasures but false dreams I find Which may distract but not content the mind Our life is short our greatest riches vain Our wisdom folly and our pleasure pain As wave on wave so grief on grief doth fall One trouble doth another sorrow call Build on the Rock if thou wilt safely stand He sinks who builds upon deceitful sand The Remedy of Love NO woman lives but in her eye We may some moats or beams espy Thy Helen may be fair but stay Thy Helen will the wanton play Thy Celia may be fair but proud Crumena rich but sharp and loud Eugenia may be full of wit But wisdom wants to temper it Lutâ—tia may deserve thy love If vertue can affection move She 's fair within but foul without And who would use a dirty clout A foul tripe may thy taste annoy Eat Phesants still they will thee cloy And thus no Beauty is so cleer But storms in it and clouds appear Some foul disease some grievous pain May Celia's blushing roses stain Or age with furrows will disgrace The pleasant meadow of her face Consider then be sick no more Since reason may thy health restore If beauty doth so quickly pass Oh seek a richer pearl than glass That precious Beauty which expels All clouds of grief in heaven dwels There fix thy mind and thou shalt see What imperfections women be Judas his Kiss Judas did with a Kiss his Lord betray Many seem friends when they the Traitors play Judas was proud and kist our Saviours face Presumption brought him to th' infâ—rnal place Mary did kiss Christs feet which humble kiss Exalted her to the celestial bliss Judas and Mary kist him both we find Alike in lips but much dislike in mind God weighs the heart whom we can never move By outward actions without inward love Upon the most learned Gentleman Doctor Aurelius Williams Dr. of Physick SOme writers hold which is most strange to me There may of souls a transmigration be If it be so I swear that Galen is Reviv'd in him by Metampsychosis A thousand more than dy'd Death thought to kill Had Death not been prevented by his skill Vpon a drunken Woman WOuld'st thou a Monster or a Devil see Or else in Nature some sad Prodigie Then on a drunken Woman cast thine eye All those are seen in her deformity The Priesthood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 'T Was Jeroboam's practice and his sport Priests to elect out of the baser sort As it was in those dayes of old so now They have full orders
Drunkards and their humors guide Who runs and ne'r returns this dirty way Travels too hard to cast his soul away Avoid the Ale-house who frequents the door Where harlots live will learn to love a whore Lord bless me that with Christ I may be able Before a drunken Inne to choose a stable The Fountain O Fons lucido splendidior vitro HEre I do bathe my body wash my face To cleanse my sins I use the spring of grace This fountain from a stony rock doth flow Which teacheth me my Saviour Christ to know He is the Rock from whence a vertuous spring Proceeds to cleanse the beggar and the King Here in a Chrystal cleerness doth appear Which teacheth me to keep my Conscience clear This little fountain from all mud is free When greater streams are dark and troubled be Secure content doth crown a mean estate When Honors are obscur'd by envious fate Here I do drink and fear no poisonous charm Rich wine in golden cups contain more harm The running Fountain makes no sluggish stay But keeps its course and travels night and day Nor will I spend my life as in a dream But labour to be active as the stream Here without grudge the traveller shall stay And quench his thirst although he nothing pay Which teacheth me to bind the bruised reed And give my cruse of oil to those that need This pleasant Spring unto the sea doth haste And spends both day and night yet doth not waste My tears shall never cease my God to move Until they run into his sea of love The Fountain doth alone and secret dwell Like some chaste Nun in a religious cell A private life obscure doth best agree With my desires from noise and tumults free The Prodigal Son Facilis descensus averni Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hic labor hoc opus est ONce did I spread abroad my glorious train And like a Cedar little shrubs disdain Amongst small fish I thought my self a Whale None might me ballance in an equal scale Reason was not my guide each wanton sense Did wander through the whole circumference Sometimes the center of my pleasure lay Fixt in the bed of lust the glorious Day Did usher in my fancies and the Night Was but my secret Pander to delight I robb'd the painful Silkworm of her store And polisht English fleece with Indian ore Which by reflexion from the Suns bright rays Dâ—ll'd the beholders eyes and made fools praise My handsom feature although every part Was little bound to Natures work but Art No cloud of sorrow did eclipse my joy Nor mud of envy did my spring annoy Each day produc'd strange dishes of content To give my palate a new complement With women wine and cards I spent the day Which like the wind chas'd clouds of cares away But when my stock was spent my thoughts did fall I lost the Court and found the Beggars hall The stubborn husks which nasty hogs do eat Was then my onely dish and constant meat The scales of sin fell from my waâ—ry eyes And real truths I did discern from lyes In haste I ran into my Fathers arms And now with him I live secure from harms I 'le drown my sins in tears and never more Spend oil in vain that I may pay my score HEAVEN Non est mortale quod opto THe world 's an empty chest where nothing lies Which may content the longing heart or eyes Figs from these thistles we shall never gain Nor grapes of pleasure from these thorns of pain My soul disdains the Earth and sores above Feather'd with wings of an immortal love The Prisoner which in some dark dungeon lies No comfort feels nor light of sun espies What joy would he conceive if he were free And could enjoy his wished liberty So my imprison'd soul expects the day When Nature shall dissolve this house of clay For then I shall ascend with swift desire And sudden motion to the Angels quire Where I shall see that glorious Sacred face Which joyes all creatures lightneth every place No Sun or Moon shines there no day or night The Lamb himself is the eternal light There is the Mercy-Seat the holy hill Where neither thieves nor tyrants rob or kill No shackles hurt the feet nor cares the mind The poor man there is free from storms and wind All discontent all imperfection dyes The lame receive their feet the blind their eyes All tears are wip't away None doth command Each Saint doth hold a Scepter in his hand Lord let me see thy Court I seek no more But the least place to stand behind the door Vpon the most Hospitable and Courteous Gentleman the Worshipâ—ul Thomas Lewis Esq of Lâ—ngoâ—se AS at a fountain every thirsty soul May freely drink and fill his empty bowl So doth his kindness and his bounty flow Like some high tide which doth no measure know As the pure air is from base mixture free Without all vapours or malignity So his untainted heart disdains to be A friend to Schism or Disloyalty As on a Rock a house doth firmly stand And bravely scorn both wind and rains command So his most Noble resolution stood Firm for the Church the King and Countreys good Black Patches Vanitas vanitatum LAdies turn Conjurers and can impart The hidden mystery of the Black-Art Black artificial patches do betray They more affect the works of night than day The Creature strives the Creator to disgrace By patching that which is a perfect face A little stain upon the purest dye Is both offensive to the heart and eye Defile not then with spots that face of snow Where the wise God his workmanship doth show The light of nature and the light of grace Is the complexion for a Ladies face Powdred Hair Malè olet SOme proud phantastick Coxcomb takes more pain And greater care to dress his hair than brains And he doth study that his hair may have A better dye than God and Nature gave Furnish thy head with knowledge I presume That with a wise man is the best perfume A Wife Imperet illa nihil quiâ—quid tamen impetret uxor utere nec serva conjuge nec Domino ART thou resolv'd for Marriage then relie On God to chuse not on the wanton eye Men may intend or purpose It is not The man but God which ties the marriage knot Fix not thy mind on beauty that fair shade Will quickly pass that fair flower will fade Vertue and beauty to one place confin'd Is the best glue which can affection bind A modest maid with beauty stor'd and grace Hath wealth enough and portion in her face To take a Wife for wealth and not for love Will but a sickness not a Marriage prove Chuse one well born all waters do we know More sweet from fountains than from channels flow Graff on a Noble Stock and you shall find Such pleasant fruit as will delight your mind Doat not on her which doth the
his youthful days As do foreshew this Morning star will prove A glorious body in the oâ—b of Love Thus purest Springs as they do forward go The wider still and still the deeper grow Upon the death of the Right worshipful Sir Walter Pye of the Mynde THus full grown fruitful trees we often find Blown down by sad and unexpected wind He was an Evening-star but so divine As did in glory Morning-stars outshine Vertue was strong in him if truly scan'd As when the Sun doth in his Zenith stand The King hath lost a Subject who should have An everlasting April on his grave Have you observ'd how the pure Frankincense Or Storax burning out delights the sense So he consum'd and dy'd He left a Name A glory to his friends to foâ—s a shame His death deserves of tears more ample store Than there be sands upon rich Nilus shore The Passion of Christ Vita mea fuit mors Christi Mors Christi vita meaest ADam who names to Creatures gave Did in fair Edens garden sin Christ in a garden man to save His bitter Passion did begin There did his sweat and drops abound Yeâ— drops of precious holy blood Which trickled down unto the ground And flowed like a crimson flood There Judas did his Lord betray With a foul and deceitful kiss Dissembleâ—s cast their souls away Regarding not eternal bliss From thence with lanthorns staves and swords They led him like a wicked thief No faithful friend now aid affords No Angel ministers relief To Annas then they brought the Lord The holy Lamb is strongly bound To murther him they all accord In whom no guile or sin was found He could these cords asunder break His mighty hands did heaven frame My sins did bind and make him weak And subject unto pain and shame Herod did scorn him and disdain To see so poor and vile a thing The Lamb no favour can obtain When that the crafty Fox is King To Pilate's Hall they brought him bound For Pilate judgment was to give The Judge in him no evil found But that he might in justice live They did blindfold the God of Light And struck the peaceful Prince of Love Though to the blind he gave their sight Yet nothing could these tyrants move They spit in his most glorious face Whose healing spittle cur'd the blind Although he gave to sinners grace Yet here he could no favour find They 'twixt two thieves him crucifie Who did him mock and basely scorn Between two thorns you might espy The Lilly of the vallies torn This was our Saviour's nuptial day The bitter Cross his marriage bed Where he his patient head down lay His loving Spouse the Church to wed With nails they pierce his hands and feet And with a cruel spear his side From whence the Sacraments most sweet Like to a lively stream did glide At last he bow'd his head divine All things were finisht and compleat His Spirit to God he did assigne And unto us his Merits great The Children of Bethlehem Vox Sanguinis A Voice was heard in Ramab or on high Fair Rachel wept because her babes must die In Betblem Rachel's buried therefore she Is stil'd the Mother of this Infantrie No voice comes sooner to the ears of God Or crieth louder than the voice of blood Herod the Fox these pretty Lambs did kill Who the first Martyrs were by act not will In act and will I would a Martyr prove And give this world to gain the world above Vpon the Worshipful and most hospitable Gentleman Andrew Barker Esq of Fearfwood in the County of Gloucester Integer vitae sâ—elerisque purus OBseâ—ve bright Heavens constellation how The stars do join and make a glorious show Thuâ— vertues meet in him whose noble thought Hath pâ—ous woâ—ks unto perfection brought Hâ— keeps a house compleat to strangers free Without vain-glorious prodigality N 〈…〉 Poâ—teâ— dares to shut his door Agâ—â—nst the sad petitions of the poor No 〈…〉 sie no Treason â—re possest Q 〈…〉 eâ—'d once into his seriâ—uâ— bâ—â—ast Fidelity and truth did ever guide And steer his ship through every wind and tide His Wife is like the pleasant Vine that she May stock the world with good posterity His lovely Children blest with grace and wit Like Olive branches at his table sit And strangers which behold them soon may gather They are the children of so good a Father May he ne're cease through the great power of God To bud and flourish like old Aarons rod. Vpon Saul seeking his fathers Asses SAul did much care and diligence express By seeking Asses in the Wilderness Three days he travell'd with a serious mind To find them out but could no Asses find Find out a hundred you in London may Of Presbyterian Asses in one day The Moon IT is beleev'd the Moon so fair so bright Doth from the Sun receive her candid light My soul no beauty no perfection knows But what the Sun of glory still bestows Upon the fair and vertuous Gentlewoman Mrs M. S. that can sing excellently Gratior est virtus veniens è corpore pulchro WHen first I did this Virgin spie The object pleas'd my serious eye But when I heard her sing I swear The musick took both heart and ear Those inward vertues please us best Which are with outward beauty drâ—st And 't is a comely thing to find In bodies fair a â—airer mind The Harp the Viol hither bring And Birds musitians of the Spring When she doth sing those must be mutâ— They are but Gymbals to the Luâ—e She with her Notes doth rise and fall More sweetly than the Nightingal God in her pious heart keeps place Some Angel in her voice and face The Hen and Chickens SEe how the careful Hen with daily pain Her young and tender Châ—ckens doth maintain From ravenous birds secure her young ones lie Under their motâ—â—ers feather'd canopy Thus his dear children God together brings And still protects them with his gracious wings The bird oâ— pâ—ey Gods Doves would soon dâ—vouâ— Diâ— hâ— nâ—t guaâ—d them with his watchful pow'r Upon the Honourable Colonel Sir Randolph Egerton Knight In pace optimus in bello maximus MY trumpet is to dull too sound his praise Who guilds this Nation with his vertuous rayes His merits do like Nilus overflow The banks of comprehension and I know No better way than silence to commend His vertues which no measure have nor end The muses shall meloudious Anthems sing Of his bold love and valour for the King Upon the fair and vertuous Gentlewoman Mrs. Elizabeth Gwyn of the Hay I Cannot speak her worth but shew my will Her meriâ—s are beyond my pen or skill Her face and mind is fair like to the day Unclouded or like heaven's milkie way When she inclines to marriage may she find A lover correspendent to her mind As she is rich and comely so may he Equal in portion and proportion be As she is kind from him let kindnesse flow And love
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
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