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Miscellaneous poems with some remarks on the death of King Charles the II, and the happy succession of King James the II, in a poem to the magistracy of England / by John Whitehall.
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Whitehall, John, fl. 1679-1685.
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1685
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Wing W1867; ESTC R24550
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him they 'l be as his own Off spring nourished This fresh Addition to our Triumph brings And makes me here engage Whitehall shall be the KING' 's FAITH I. WHat is this Faith of which so little can Work Miracles beyond the Faith of Man Which can destroy and save Substance of things we hope to have By which strong Devils have ejected been The evidence of things unseen Which seems it self to be Almighty as the Deity By which we know our Maker's word gave birth Both to the Heav'ns the Seas and Earth His Fiat brought this Fabrick forth II. It is the Soul and Wings of Prayer Which makes it swift as a Post Angel fly The Ambassage to bear It pierces the Almighty's Ear And allows God no power to deny Like Jacob it will plead and not in vain But wrestle till it doth the Blessing gain While Saul a Stranger unto it Complains and prays and finds no benefit His heavy Prayer could not Heav'n find Alas he left his Guide his Faith behind III. With It what Miracles did Moses do It wonderfully did the Seas divide And fabricated Waves on either side While Israel passed through It smote the Chrystal Flood And chang'd the Waters into Blood It did the Plagues on Aegypt bring It smote the barren Rock made the Waters spring It did for Joshua like a Champion fight And Potent Kings were conquer'd by 't What tho' Goliah did the Host defie Defiance was no Victory He wanted Faith but well-arm'd David knew The naked Giant could but little do V. Through It the half-dead Sarah did Conceive She did th' Almighty Promiser believe By It her barren Womb made fruitful bears A mighty Harvest in the Winter of her Years It cool'd the Furnace and the wrathful fire From Azarias did retire Though sev'n times hotter it had heated been It was extinguish'd quite by pow'rful Faith within The lambent flames about did harmless glide Though violent they did appear As those which did th' Almighty hide When in the Flaming-Bush he did to Moses come Yet innocent they were They had no power to consume For why the Mighty Angel Faith was there V. It did the Lions wrath command The half-starv'd Beast aloof did stand It stood amaz'd And on the Prophet gaz'd bound at a distance by Faith's secret hand The raging Seas are hush'd by it The storming Winds submit Their fury they Aside do lay The angry Billows sleep And the fierce Waves are bury'd in the Deep Nature it self this Monarch doth obey He stopt the Sun in'ts full career Charg'd it on Gibeon to stay His words were Chains and bound it there It could not tow'ds the West advance So great 's his Power ev'ry where His tuneful Voice will make the gouty Mountains dance VI. To conqu'ring Death all flesh must tribute pay Yet Death it self this Monarch doth obey The Manacles of Tyrant Fate he breaks Death strives in vain The captiv'd Body to retain If He the Surge speaks The Dead a Strength and Liberty shall have To burst the Fetters of the Grave By this was Enoch unto Heaven born He the old Road of dull Mortality did scorn Though difficult the Voyage seem'd to be Yet Faithful He The Straits and Land of Death did never see Elijah in this fiery Coach did ride His Faith the unattempted Whirlwind try'd He mounted and through tractless Air did flie Travelling upwards to Eternity PATIENCE I. HOw fretful is Mankind and vain He 'l bay at Heaven and complain And grumble for fair Weather or for Rain Alas he is insensible and blind And cannot view the good which Providence design'd His life 's uneasie and with murm'rings fill'd He is with Summer scorch'd and with cold Winter He cannot live where crosses are Should he with cursing Shimei be try'd He neither could the Language bear Nor th' ignominious reproachful Stones abide II. Man sees not as his Maker sees But wrangles still with Providence And beareth no affliction with an even sense But with impatience doth corrupt his ease 'T is difficult his squeamish Soul to please To bear th'afflicting Rod he doth not know Alas he 'l either stupid grow Or with despairing die Between th' Extremes he cannot flie He 'l either madly soar too high Or desperately plunge his laden Soul too low III. But Patience doth enthron'd in Ashes sit Her Substance wasted Children dead Friendship retir'd and Pity fled Yet she the Potsheard takes and scrapes her Biles with it The Pomp of Death and Funeral Obsequies Do not her stedfast heart surprize Though with increasing pain she 's prov'd Her Anchor 's fix'd she will not now be mov'd In vain the Devil doth the storm foment In vain fresh Legions of Plagues are sent In vain they all temptations try She will not curse her God and die IV. She knows that Heav'n relieving succours hath She knows its Mercy 's sure 'T is infinite and will endure She knows and pleads with mighty Faith She waits and strives with God yet is not bold Like the impatient sullen Israelites of old The frailty of the flesh she doth expand She weeps yet sheds no hopeless Tears She sighs till the Almighty hears And is ascertain'd yet t' enjoy the promis'd Land V. Monster Affliction may appear In any shape yet not astonish her So quick and piercing is her Eye In Iron Bonds she can behold More Honour than in Chains of Gold And in a Dungeon can a glorious Crown descry Let Storms roar loud and Tempests roul Let batt'ring Waves against her flie They shall not move her well-fix'd Soul They cannot do the Vessel wrong Her Faith hath made her wondrous strong And Lord thy will be done is still her strengthing Song VI. Lead her to Flames and shew her Martyrdom She will no scruples make Nor tremble like the Fire to which she 's come But cast a lovely smile and kiss the welcom Stake What values she Which road she sojourn to Eternity She with submission lives and with submission dies Begging th' acceptance of her self the Sacrifice And shaking off Mortality Like th'Angel which to Manoah came Ascends to Heav'n in a Coach of Flame AMBITION I. WHat is it that vain man affects to be Of nothing he was made yet he Swells big to reach the title of Deity He will forbidden methods try Through unattempted ways he 'l flie His restless Soul aims still to rise up higher He will above Mortality aspire Let loose the Reigns and lash the Horses on Artless he 'l drive the Chariot of the Sun Though half the World with his Ambitious self expire II. This Evil's Epidemical I' th' State Ecclesiastical Most covet Dignity Inferiour Priests would Bishops be The Countrey-Curate in the Pulpit lowd Preaches cramp words to the illit'rate Crowd Judges his Doctrine admirable and grows proud Begins so small a Benefice to scorn And thinks he is to greater Honours born Throws by his Linsey-woolsey Gown One of prodigious Parts he 's grown And aims at least to be Chaplain in
Ord'nary Unto his Majesty He thinks all Arts and Languages his own Thus he forgets how small he was at first And swells like Aesop's Frog until he burst III. Thus watchful Students do embrace All Arts and Sciences They Nature in her dark recesses trace Till they 're familiar with her Mysteries From the Alphabet to Lilly they ascend Nor will they with great Aristotle end They will a further progress go Ambitious still to double what they know Till they 're acquainted with the various worlds above Know how the great and lesser Lights do move Till they 're so intimate with ev'ry Star That each one hath its name particular Till mighty Plutarch's Knowledge they contemn And the wise Stagyrite's an Ass compar'd to Them IV. The common Souldier would Lieutenant be Then Captain and would yet rise higher And to the Generals Dignity Is eager to aspire From thence of greater Honours he takes view And will the Title of a Crown pursue He 'l plead the merit of his Sword in War His Wounds and loss of Blood And his ambitious thoughts so headstrong are They will not be withstood He will the Honours of a Monarch bear Nor rests his boundless Spirit there Still Crown to Crown like Mountains he will add One Kingdom on another cast Have that amotion which th' old Giants had And will besiege the Mansions of the Gods at last How foolish was Empedocles and desperate Who unastonish'd at the sight of Fate Left the old common Road Travell'd to Death through Flames which never had been trod And damn'd himself with hopes to be esteem'd a God V. What are these Worlds of Honour worth That we are all thus eager to come forth Pharez and Zarah-like still striving for the Birth From Earths maternal Tomb To the Earths fruitful Womb Man doth return and undistinguish'd lies Beggars and Kings the Foolish and the Wise Valiant and Weak the Great and Small By the impartial hand of Death together fall And yet man vainly tries To be exceeding Valiant or Great Like Adam in his wisest happiest state Serpent Ambition tempts him to be still more wise Thus fell the mighty Lucifer of old To equal his Greator he was bold Ambition first did prompt him to Rebell Which pleas'd the Sp'rit so well That since from Heav'n he fell He triumphs to be known the greatest One in Hell To the University of Oxford I. HAil All Hail Masters of Sacred Sciences Fathers of Arts and Languages Ye who both Men and Things do know Who 've traced old coy Nature so That y' are acquainted with her Mysteries Both things above and things below From th'inehausted Womb of your most fertile brain With half a Parents pain Noble Off-springs do proceed In which the Mothers Beauty we may read Each fruitful day produces some great Birth Your Fiat makes new Worlds of Learning to jump forth II. Thrice have I view'd thrice wish'd to sojourn in this Land In which doth stand The unforbidden Tree of Knowledge Thrice Have begg'd to tast the fruit of this sweet Paradice Which tho' by Nature Man imperfect be Yet by a mystick Chymistry Improves the Soul with so much odds That Mortals seem Immortal as the Gods O that I might possess So great an happiness So faithfully I love might I enjoy the state I could thrice Jacob's time for such a Rachel wait III. Your Sciences I at a distance view I hear of Arts and I believe them true But what they are I never knew Thus of the Deity the Heathens have Some glimpse but yet not know enough to save Philosophy Astrology Divinity and Chymistry Are glorious things but all unknown to me Thus from afar We view the Sun the Moon and Star That they are shining Bodies we discern But cannot their true Magnitude nor Lustre learn IV. I sue and with no common Zeal I sue To gather Learnings Manna here with You O that I could but write Sweet as the Mantuan Swan or mighty Stagyrite My lab'ring Muse Should the full strength of ev'ry sinew use I would not strive in vain But wrestle till I did the Blessing gain A pow'rful Verse might favour find And importunity might make some Angel kind II. With vain ambition round the World I roul In vain I travel far From Pole to Pole To seek where Riches and Preferments are In vain I after Honours go Alas too well I know Those Heav'ns are shut there is no entrance there Till I 'm a Member made by being baptiz'd here If in this Styx I might but dipped be I should from dang'rous Ignorance be free And share of Immortality But now the World refuses me among the Crowd I cannot be allow'd Like Mettal when the Coin is base They will not let me pass Had I your Stamp might I be Capp'd Gown'd I then might pass the Universe around The Soul to a good Conscience I. WElcom thrice welcom Sacred Guest Thou Peace of Life thou Balm of Death Thou Harbinger of an Eternal Rest How beaut'ous is thy Face how fragrant is thy Breath Gabriel which to Mary did appear The tidings of Eternal Peace did bring So Thou All hail All hail dost sing And fill'st me with a Joy but not a Fear Thus Gideon Peter Paul Convers'd with Sp'rits Angelical Yet Thou to me Dost seem to be The lovli'st Cherub of them all II. Continue here this night and be my Guest Thou shalt not now depart Take up thy Lodging in my humble heart Like Lot I will prepare my Feast I will my Guardian-Angel feed With the unleavened Bread Of Virtue and of Holiness And not the Leaven of the Pharisees Oh tarry then this tedious Night Until the Dawn of long Eternity Thou only canst me free From the oppressing Sodomite And in the last Eternal Day When sinful Sodom's ready to expire 'T is only Thou canst lead me safe away From incens'd Heavens wrath and the impartial Fire III. Oh bold and noble Champion who Joyn'd to thy Sister Faith such Miracles canst do Who canst undaunted unto Prisons come Canst view the Flames and smile on Martyrdom Who canst like Paul unconquer'd bear Insulting Fates worst Tyranny And dost enjoy the greatest Liberty Then when the flesh does Fetters wear Who hourly dost thy strength renew And unconcern'd dost all commotions view The Earthquake might The unconverted Jayler much affright But thou art stedfast fix'd and not astonish'd by 't IV. Thy flaming Sword thou brandisnest about To keep Pollution out Th' incestuous Strumpet could not move Thee with illicens'd Love The heart of Joseph thou didst guard And the Adultress thence was barr'd Oh beauteous Susanna much in vain The lustful Elders strove to gain A conquest o'r thy Modesty and Fame To prostitute thy Honour and thy Name Tho' Malice did its fruitless self dilate Thou didst not tremble at the menaces of Fate If Daniel had not risen there To make thy Innocence appear With Shadrach thou wouldst chuse in flames t' ave bin Rather than stain thy soul with