Joy Making the scope of all My future aim To Reverence and Glorifie His Name Thus when our God will frown if we weigh it In Judgments Scales we mak 't a Benefit My Penthouse against the Storm of Grief occasioned upon the Death of a dear Friend O How the Blasts Temptation Casts Against my Naked Ston Threaten Subversion Sithence the Decree of late was Thine To take away My Sheltring Vine Well let them blow Break clouds and rain Their Gusts and Show'rs in vain For Confident I am My Gratious God upholds the Frame Whilst I the Olive Sprouts see grow Thus to my Hart I may impart Th' assurance of a Peace Wherein such Trials cease If Patience-born that Fear is good When it withstands ill not of ill withstood Man Levens the Batch GOD makes all things for good 't is Man Sowers and worsts Creation Who Leven'd by his Father thence Becomes all Disobedience No thought no word no action He Contrives can own Integrity To Him that made Him for by Deeds As Words and Heart his growth 's in weeds Which whilst neglected doe express Gods Grace but Man's unfruitfulness Now if again man would bear Corn He must himself a Weeder turn The Attributes of true Love WE call that Patience when provok'd we can Deferr revenge but 't is true love in Man And when with open hand we would express Our Bounties Tribute some style 't Lavishness But They mistake as farr as those despise All steps whereby an Other Man doth rise Yet think they have Love too and boast no less Than that She is their constant Patroness If Her Decrees be not to seek her own Praise as not seemly whither are such blown As thus would tempt Her anger when 't is taught She is not to be mov'd to an ill thought But 's ever pleas'd and doth rejoyce to see Truth sit in Triumph o're Iniquitie As She sustains and is contented still With what wind blows so doe her hopes sails fill When from the windows of Beleef doth breath A steady Gale t' advance her course beneath Till by the Saints transplanted and above She 's Moor'd within that Port and call'd True Love Contraria juxta se posita Gal. 5. 19. to 23. C-upio Formans A-dmiror Creaturam R-eminiscor Injurice O-btempero Vosunteti S-anctitatē Curo V-irtuti Seruio T-rucsentiā Sperno I-ncontinentiā Noso R-apacitatē fugio I-rasei nequeo P-atientia Vineo S-asutem Spero Like Night to Day or foyles that Raise The Lustre of the Diamonds praise Such and no other Vertue Lies Hind in th' approach of Contraries Love begets Fear 'T Was of Thy Goodness Lord at first I had Knowledge of what was Good and what was bad Yet through the Ill of Nature become blinde I followed Sin and left thy Fear behind By which I forfeited a Blessing till Thou of thy Mercy free and Gracious will Sign'st me a Pardon in that style Repent That so I might avoid all Punishment Thus then rows'd up and wak'ned I began Thy Judgments Blessings Love and Fear to skan And in a Scoale when I them all had waigh'd Methought I lov'd Thee still still was afraid My Invocation GReat and Good God of Justice Love As That to Fear so grant This move My Trembling Heart till It retain Some Sparks of heat and life again Sithence My Creation-Fuell's don Lighten again the Turf by thine own Son Small hopes of This unless I may In awe to That finde a decay Of such Lewd Thoughts Words Acts did bring My whole Man to a wintering In Lust and Sin and growth of Grace T' assure a fruitfull Spring-tide in the place How 's that attain'd By heat not cold 'T is that the Bounteous Marygold Displayes its Treasure and kinde Showers Not Frosts befriend both fruit and Flowers Thaw then my Breast till 't open Zeal And let my Eyes those sighs reveal In rain that my Affections may subdue So from my Old Congeal'd Clot raise thoughts new Misericordia Dei Splendidissima GODS Mercy shines 'bove all His works as farr As doth the Cyprian-Queen out-light a Starr To Man Epig. HArd-Hearted Man what canst thou say That Thou thy self hast turn'd to Brick thy Clay But that Thy Hopes are built upon His Promise once sent Fountains out of Ston Wherefore to Sacrifice to Gods desire Mans Heart must be the Altar Sighs the fire My Pool of Bethesda or the Effusion of Christs Merits to heal our Miseries WHen Children would goe or Cripples stand Crutches and Stools are fram'd for Arm and Hand To rest upon lest such attempting shall Without like Props occasion them to fall What are the Sons of Adam if we try Condemn'd to Lamenesse and to Infancy Through Sin and so disabled to Pace The Paths of Vertue tread the Steps of Grace Till God of 's Mercy pleased to Confer A standing stool as if from th' Carpenter Though He himself was Artist and did frame This Remedy for Those were Weak and Lame So that without a farther Inquisition We All were and are such Christ's the Physition The Five Porches to Bethesda MAn is Bethesda and 's five Senses be Porches unto that Great Intermery Where Divers Cures are sought for yet not one Attain'd but through an Angels Motion Grace powred on the Heart which who so can Improve becommeth straight a perfect Man But Those who Opportunity neglect Must not an other Saving help expect For as the Cripple Thirty eight years lay And had done more had not Christ come i th' way So whilst these powr'd out waters we would try Others step in Prophane their Sanctity Lusts both our Ears and Eyes and Palates charm Through Nostrils and by Fingers we doe harm And 'cause all over Leprous and defil'd We 'd fain be cleans'd to health be reconcil'd Yet cannot get so soon into this Tide Afford us of that Jordan from Thy side Soliloquium ANima quid tam tristaris Ocule quid Lachrymaris Cur in Pectore singultus Cur Moerore madet vultus Quî fit gemitu plangescis Cor ut si integram non esses Cum quo hic fruamur toto Nostro non in Dei voto Ejus est suffragii sortem Dare Vitam dare Mortem Mortis certitudo brevem Vitae Curam reddit levem Et post Mortem sit levamen Quod Vivetur semper tamen Nec mensurâ quâvis horae Vespertinae vel Aurorae Metitur aeternâ Luce Sed haec dicta Dies duce In quâ cum gandeat omnis Sanctus Luctus sistat sileat planctus Poenam hic quâ laboramus Somno Mortis nam mutamus Et quid mali hora dedit Gaudio Sempiterno cedit Qui sic mutant invidendos Sentio solos non deflendos è contra Pectora Peccatis data Cor corruptum Ora lata Animam infectam Malis Nox dum sequitur fatalis Lugeat doleat Omnis Tales A Carroll IF nothing else may not this season move Or Time become true Chronicle of love And so allay the Fury stint
upon Recovery agen Bound up in His Grave-cloaths brought to our Inn And Earnest left to prove His high Compassion and Love What care should be t' express In all our future Actions thankfulness Which no way's better spent Than in partaking right this Sacrament Which without Cleansed hearts and mindes that Can Turn a new leaf with the Centurian More of a Christian show Made white as is this day with Snow And like the Prophets sute Purged with Hysope from what doth pollute We cannot hope to do Nor that ' less prompted by thy Grace thereto Whereto I pray Thee so much mercy add That I may have some Balm from Gilead To heal my Leprous Sore Whilst humbled for my Sins before My future dayes may be The Inventory of more Piety My forehead bear thy stamp As servant having Oyl still in my Lamp A Reveille Mattin or Good morrow to a friend AS the Black Curtain of the Night Is open drawn By the Gray-fingred Dawn To let out light And bid good Morrow to the Teeming Day So let all Darkned thoughts Through Sin Call in Their Powers that led them in a blind-fold way And Rows'd up from security Bring better fruits unto Maturity For now the Fragrant East The Spicery o' th' World Hath hurl'd A rosie Tincture o'r the Phoenix nest And from the last Dayes Urn An Other springs And brings With it a Charettier too in its turn So then by this new fire Be Goodness Hatcht all wickedness expire Then as This Prince of Heat doth rise In Power and in Might seem stronger Proclaiming that 't is Night no longer By vanquishing the Witchcrafts of the Skies The Spelly-vaprous Mists So let th' enlightned Soul Controul Our Actions that no farther they persist To follow sense whereby t' invite Ruine the sawce t' unruly Appetite Thus now it 's cleere Out of all Question The world 's unmask'd and all of Vailing gon Phoebus Triumphant o'r our Hemisphere Let us not therefore in disguise Seek or Bravado To shadow as if under Maskerado So many faults and Villanies Knowing that He who made the Light Cannot Himself be destitute of sight But though His Providence Did this beget That Suns that rise should set And in appearance vanish hence Yet doth He claim for th' interest Of Day-lights bliss We slumber not amiss When as our Light is borrowed by the West But the Choice Cabbinet of minde adorn With Contemplations may befit next Morn Trium Gratiarum maxima Charitas WHen all Perfections prove But like some sound Of Brass Wherein no certain Note is found Without Harmonious Love What do we see then more than through a Glass We may with Eloquence Beguild our Speech And then Offer at more than we can reach And bring an Influence Of Works to raise us yet are we but Men For if provok'd we be We 'll not forgive And so Forget the wrong we did receive Though it be Love's decree Untill we can work our revenge in wo The Churle whose sparing skill Denies to feed The Poor And such as stand in greatest need Yet thinks he doth no ill Whilst He walks double on his Ivory floor An Other Envie-swoln When once 't was heard By chance That such a one was new prefer'd Cries What are honors stoln Yet by the same tract strives Himself t' advance This Mushrum may appear When first the Sun Doth rise But when His Hemisphere is run And that the Ev'n draws near It shuts up all its treasure and so dies Unless reviv'd again BY Loves sweet Charm O'r which No Night or Vapour can do harm For neither Pride Wir Gain Can make us truly Live or truly Rich. But if Affection To Truth prevaile And say No Suffering shall turn the Scale Nor yet promotion This Night will turn into eternall Day El Sembrador or the Sower ALL are Solicitous who grounds possesse To know Both when and how to sow That promise may to them the Most increase And by the severall Seasons Change or Wain Full or Increase to stir them for What might be properest of every grain Nor do they search so deep as for a Mine Of Gold Yet what 's the fittest mold For every seed can readily define And doth not great neglect and sloath appear In these Whom Barley Wheat Rie Pease Affect alone in being cheap or dear Whilst that the Fallows of their hearts untill'd No more Can promise than before To be with Cockle-thoughts and Darnell fill'd For when the Bells do seem all In to Chime They 'll say This is some Holyday So never frame a work unto the time All that they pray or hear or read or do Shall be Choak'd with the Brierie Cares of this world which they are Slaves unto Before the Reverend Preacher can divide His Text Some one soon tels't the next Yet 's robb'd of it For 't falls by th' high-wayes side An Other gets a Point by th' end and may Go on Till Persecution Declare him Niobe then he must stay As when a Soil 's prepar'd with art and Care The Hinde Such Crops doth alwayes finde As to 's endevours answerable are So let our Hearts be throughly wed of Sin And then They 'll prove good ground agen And bring us more than thousand profits in Necesse est Vt Temporum Vitia Careant Deiamicitia Absque vera tristitia Terminus à quo Rom. 13. 13. Gula Scortum Ebrietas per quem Joel 2. 12. Iejunium Luctus Maestitia ad quem Luk. 1.53 Abundantia Gaudium Laetitia Opera Tenebrarum Fugienda Poenitentiae Amplectenda Misericordiae Acquirenda Sic fiet Ut Dentium * Candor cedat Copiae ubertati Armorum Clangor cedat Paci tranquillitati Pestilentae ardor cedat Sanitati temperiei Quod fac sit Dominus huic Mundi angulo Anglise AMEN A Caroll WHat though 't be Cold and Freese Let no good Christian leese So much of heat and Zeal As not for to Remember That blest day of December And what to Shepheards Angels did reveal Which doth of right Claim lay To All that ever Man can write or say A Saviour's born for Us What News more precious Wer 't but some Neighbours Son The Bells would straightwayes ring In Cakes for Gossipping So soon the Tydings o'r the Town would run And many a light brain tost Amongst the Goodwives where to place their Cost And shall my frozen heart Not thaw and bear its part In Jollitie for this Whereby not I alone But each beleeving one May promise to Himself eternall bliss For such can ne'r be Cold Who have this Birth-day in their hearts enrol'd But may be said to burn Till sone thanks they return Which though far short they reach The comfort is most sure 'T hath healing wings to Cure Not for reward but to make up the breach Which so repair'd 't is we Must make it good 'gainst Satans Batterie Whereto belongs this Care In Chief and Singular That stricter guards we keep Because
both night and day Th' Artillery doth play Nor doth our Adversary ever sleep Then we shall shew hereby Christs Favour hath not slipt our memory Vpon the birth of a Childe WHen I O Lord Thy Mercies scan Stooping unto the Publican Who stood afar off and didst daign To give that He might ask again For not the Outward-beaten-brest Nor down-cast-look could make Him blest But 't was thine own Power did controul His former Vice stamp New His soul Methinks I am so far set free From all Sins bonds and Tyrannie As that rais'd up in hopes no More I need Zacheus Sycamore But though a Dwarf in Grace conclude I see Christ 'bove the Multitude Calling me down as if to say He meant to be my Guest to day And though a Sinner crown My wish Bringing an Olive-branch for 's Dish This is a true saying That Christ came c. BE a thing true or false our Nature lies Alwayes so prone to Novelties That we are caught and what is done or said Tickle till we have uttered Yet are a sleep whilst this True saying's come Or else with Zachary struck dumbe Through incredulity although 't express In it the height of our unworthiness And this the Scope That He was 'nointed King Although he govern'd every thing Contented was of 's footstool t' make a throne Where He might work Salvation And so is a true Jesus nor doth thus Become unto the Righteous But to Those likewise who through sins decree Condemned were to Miserie Amongst whom the Apostle whilst he'averrs Himself as chief so little errs What should we Judge our selves to be whose all Of Life is but Apocryphall Less than the least of Mercies yet again When in our ills we not remain Goodness shall cause that Scepter to distill All saving Grace into the will So that repair'd by this forgiv'n by that We may thus far be Consolat That Princely Clemency and wonted love May both the Crime and guilt remove Then though the chiefest of the Chief we bee If we repent this Verse may set us free My Looking-Glass FOe to Ill-faces for thy truth be free And Shadow back my Souls Deformitie Thou 'lt please me better far than that which can Return a Raven White or black a Swan For if thou shouldst like to thy self rubb'd ore Give All for Moteless that comes Thee before I might suspect that justly whilst thou 'rt set To me ' n Diameter for Counterfeit So horrid black my Conscience doth present My Guilt-complexions Night Firmament Not Tincel'd with one Star of Grace or Spark Of Goodness but Sin-clouded o'r and Dark How shall I then presume to Claim a right In any Dawn of Mercy and of light Unless My Faith give credit for the Loan And so Gods Son lend from th' Reflection Of His Bright Merits so much power to say My Pardon 's seal'd and Night is turn'd to Day And then and not before I may seem drest When His Great Favour my Great Sin 's confest Sham'd by the Creature THe Thankfull Soil Manur'd and Winter Drest Returns the Hinde an Autumn interest For all His care and Labour nor denies To be uncloath'd to deck his Grainaries So doth the Youthfull Vine those Prunings own When as her Blossomes are to Clusters grown Nor to shew thanks doth spare her blood to spill That so the Planters Vessels She may fill This Vegetable Lecture may indeed Cast a Blush o'r me whose return for seed So far fals short as not for every one To bring an Ear but for a whole Season none No not that Corn again was left in trust And Harrowed up under My barren Dust But pregrant Nature doth so rule and raign That with wilde Oats She Choaks the better Grain And where My Gratefull Heart should dye my Press It 's all Besmeared with unthankfulness Nor can a Thought a Word or Act proceed Out of My Clay that turns not straight to Weed And for My Fruits ere Ripeness is begun Abortive-like They wither in the Sun Of Self-Conceit Lord prune once more this Vine And Plow this Ground left the Figtree's doom be Mine To Man on his frail Condition WHat permanence to Earth or Clay is due Fond Man consider for that Emblems you This Day brings humane flesh under Death's yoke And yesterday I saw a Pitcher broke Our Forms are different Substances the same The subtil Artist doth both Vessels frame For Honor and the Contrary and thus Our great Creator moulds and fashions us If we would then our Makers praise set forth We should take Care to become Those of worth The Fallacy of the outward Man ARe we awake or doe our Eyes Onely with th' Gloworm sympathise To light the Pismire to his bed When it through toil and labour 's wearied Doth not the Bank of Moss appear Crispt up in Moon-shine far more clear When Argus-ey'd with many a Mite It waits upon the Goddess of the Night Have not the wanton Fairie-Elves Their Torch-bearers Light as themselves That with our Fancies sport and play Untill they lead us quite out of the way Cannot a Spangle Pin or Bead By Candle-light int' Error lead And representing Treasure claime A stooping to the Mat or Bord for th' same 'T is from no other but from hence That whilst alone with th' outward sence We doe behold and not with th' Minde We are asleep or we are blinde Awake and See Let Sin no more Lock up the Window and the Dore To thy fair apprehension Soul But let its own allurements give Controul Let this false treasure vapour spark Of candid dew shine in the Dark And the Bejewel'd worm Eschew The morn left that her Diamonds prove untrue But Let Thy Lustre Foyl-less be And so present the Day to thee Let Sparks of Grace and Truths light steer Thee to Contemplate Thy Lord Treasurer Who not on Bords or Mats did lie But did Install Humility Whilst in the Chambers of the Inn One spies a Bead an Other sees a Pinn He is that Light which doth convay All wise men to th' eternall Day Whilst Fools by false Illusions fire As in the Dark slip into Dirt and Mire 'T was He alone whose wounded side And Hands and Feet are glorifide Whilst Potentates with Jewels hung But Barren Moss-banks are and filthy dung No sweat no Travail grief nor Pain Did His Love Shun to win again Thee that wer't Lost His Mercies Shon Far above th' Glance of Truest Diamon ' Wherefore if Thou mak'st use of this Worms Love to Raise thy thoughts to His If with Industrious Care Thou bring Home to thy self His suffering If by reflection thou return Sighings unfeign'd for sighes and burn In Zeal no Falsifi'd delight Can e'r deprive thee of thy sight But with the eye of Faith thou Maist behold A Crown Immortall priz'd 'bove purest Gold Vpon the Times A Wake thou best of sence Intelligence And let no Fancy-vapour steer Thy Contemplation t' think that peace is neer Whilst war
Infantum Laurea Poena dabat My Handkerchief to dry my eyes after the losse of a most dear Friend LOrd sithence the best Of Thine Their Portions have Of Sorrow Sickness and the Grave Why should the worst repine Though Thou lock'st up their chiefest joyes in rest Joyes here but Lent And so That we can say W' enjoy them for a day 'T is of meer Mercy when for all we owe The Landlord must distrain to have his rent This the unthrifty course we take Begets Whilst Pity mov'd he tells Us He 'll repair our tottering Cells And quite strike off our former debts If with Contentment thankfulness partake These against sadness are An Antidote Preventing its Cold Poyson and A heat-allaying-Julep where Thy hand Doth Thy displeasure in a Fever note They style the Grave whether ' the near or farre T' be but a Bed wherein when all must sleep Let them rest envy'd for our Sins we 'll weep On the Proto-Martyrs Death THey w'r of Deucalions race could be of no other Who ston'd St. Stephen Pyrrha was their Mother In Epiphaniam sive manifestationem DUm manifesta Novo Christi quae Gentibus Astro Lux hodierna refert Astra loquantur Ave. A Morning Fancy upon recovery from sickness and the birth of a Son at the same time MArk but the Sluggards shame the Change Where Pismires numerously doe range And you 'll conclude no sight so quick to try Distinction in Those Creatures industry See but a shower of Motes that seem to beat Some busie Traffick in a Sun-beams heat Then tell me what eye 's so distinctiall As for to single One out of them all This and much Less is Man whose numerous fry Fills the world to preserve posterity And yet there was an Eye both frown'd and smil'd A Sickness here but there a Lovely Child Singling out One to shew at once the room Where 's Mercy do His Judgments overcom And when the Fatherly Chastisement 's don Crowns him the joyfull Father of a Son What can be here return'd the full expence Of a whole Summers toyl and providence Or such a pack of lighter Merchandize As in the Sun delight to exercise These and no better are what we can raise To shew our thanks saving a heart of praise Which God Himself must give and then 't is no more Than t' borrow of one to pay the same a score Yet Lord here be my Creditor and lend A Soul that may so much to Thanks pretend That whilst it seeks thine own but to restore Thou by acceptance maist create it more From God to all Princes for moderation in taxing their Subjects THough styled Gods yet must ye die like men Saith God the Lord Hear what he speaks agen Whose Children if you 'ld all accounted be O Israels Princes leave off cruelty And let your judgments Justice so put on That there be no room for Oppression Neither exact from those who call you Lord More than your needs require their powers afford Verbum Dei manet in aeternum LAEtari in Domino juvet cum Lubrica turbent Solamen Verbum Nocte dieque suum Vt sit Cogitationibus Verbisque Factisque propitius Omnipotens GReat God in whom all Justice raigns And Truth Let not the reins of youth So slacken in me still T' enthrall and Captivate my thoughts to Ill Much less my Deeds but as thy Son Begun Where Solomon Laid Ston So make thy house my heart And scourge out of it each Mechanick part Neither let words that die when spoke Provoke My Soul to think They 'l sink Into Oblivion As soon as They are uttered and gon Place a Sentinell before My dore That by my Tongue be song No Anthem but Thy Praise Nor let it ever send forth other Layes Thus may my thoughts and words which usher on My Deeds to Action By Thy Divine Power purg'd from th' dross of Sin Pave me a Golden Tract to Progress in Which if thou crown with Grace too let appeer Dormant yet watchfull ceasing never heer Non est bonum Iudere cum sanctis OMnis Caro moritur Et Sol Iustitiae Oritur Proferens Sanitatem Si volumus In Alis Quâ curet Vanitatem Quam Colimus In malis Ideo Qui timet Omen Inferni Metuat Nomen AEterni Et absit pravaricari Si velis Sanari Ad Angliam in quinti Novembris Feriam Annoalem FEstum quid proferas Insula quid Diem Commemoratione dignam existimes Si Hanc praetereas in quâ Mirabilis Acta est benignitas Liberationis Qualem qui comparet Antiquis seculis Parem inveniat nusquam in Atavis Gigantum licet repetat Fabulam Quâ Coelum ipsum stultitiâ petitur Mons super Montem palam ostenditur Ast hìc ad Centrum usque Infernas Terrarum nigras itur Cavernas Monet opertâ fronte malities Sed caeca jugulat neque à pendente Malo quam à periculo latente Tam dirum Nefas munit Conditio In quâ praevalida stet admonit io Serpens Innocuus dummodo tuendus Quoniam Reptilis facilè fugiendus Herbarum sub umbra conditus metuendus Cui nec dissimiles Dolos fuisse Hos subterraneos Quos latuisse Usque ad Vigiliam Diei festi Memineris in quâ Manifesti Amoris Divini patuêre Radii O! si mihi faveat Arcadiae Terra vel Nemus ut inveniam in Illis Quibuscum notare Diem Lapillis Uti mos Ve terum nec mihi Rubro Tinctus sit Calamus atramento Cum Luceat Dies à sanguine Liberata Nigroque carbone notata Nusquam Conveniat nam licet Atra Machinatio Ista Tartarea Frustavit Hanc Dominus Tenebrarum Orcum fugavit Lumine Gratiarum Tutior Anglia ut in posterum sies Cordibus Gratis notetur Dies Quid maxime semper in votis habeat VOtis si faveant Numina fervali Peccatis Placeant parcere quantulum Parcae Temporis cedere posteris Vitae Limitibus velint Texetur Melioribus Telis in addent Contemptu in habeat Splendida Seculo in Hoc Nugalia nam in Vespere Condita est Aurorae facies nec rugit amplius Cum Nox adfuerit Dies Lethi sic Thalumis modo Dormiet Omnis Dum mane est fugiat Machina Tartari Nec in Meridiem Serdida contrahat Vespertinaque tunc Tempora conspicit Laetus Iudicium cupit Sperat Coelicu at Iâ—â—probus Altera suadet Times Mintage OF all the scattered Brood Or Brotherhood Drawn from Creations line To Blazon Providence divine The Worm the Snail The Ant the Fly Best make discovery What Adam did entail On His posterity To dwell with Dust and Clay Which Symptome may Mans Low condition That without intermission Heaps up with care What here is got And Ignorant knows not These Transitory are Nor shall endure but rot What was Domitians game Or th' Sluggards shame The Bloodless creeping