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
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
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
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
a shrew could any yet impart Upon a Gentlewoman with a bad face but a good and pious mind HERE Uertue is eclipst and I do find Her face a mask unto her fairer mind Thus Diamonds in rocks as story tells And precious pearls are found in oyster-shells In this dark Lanthorn burnes a lamp most bright Under this cloud there is a glorious light Sweet vertues sparkling from her soul divine Will break forth through the thickest clouds and shine Nature in framing her her skill forgot When she should fairly write shee did but blot Her outside she composâ—d of sturdy buffe But grace hath lind her with more precious stuffe Nature and Grace in her could not agree The one was sparing and the other free The Harlot Pestis Reipublicae THE Harlot is the broad way unto hell A laborinth a ditch a poisnous well She is a nightly glow-worm Canker'd brasse A common Inne a sink a broken glasse Her love is lust her lover is a slave Her arms are setters and her bed a grave She doth perfume her wanton lips and hair When her corrupted breath infects the air Some fool will venture for a wanton kisse As Eve did for an apple heavens blisse Thus children for a nut will part with gold Thus Esau for some broth his birth right sold Use thy own fountain stollen waters please Lascivious minds and breed the souls disease Ad vere pium colendiffimum virum Johannem Gibs armigerum Jurisconsultum legis divinae humanae scientissimum Anno Domini 1658 MEns tua divino splendescet lumine cernis Accessit sacrae quanta ruina domo Gloria quam brevibus ditissima labitur horis Nec manet in centro firma tenâ—xque suo Fâ—lsus honor fragilisque fugacibus avolatalis Sordet in medio saepe corona luto Mutatis pereunt fulgentia lilia formis Splendorem retinet nâ—c rosa blanda suum Nunc minuit crescit nunc pleno Cynthia cornu Ambigui sluit resluit unda sali Sic vita est variis obnoxia casibus hora Nemo sit ingrati quid ferat una mali Continet in numeras Nâ—ptum-littus arenas Mustarum aestivo est plurima turba die Arboribus variae sunt frondes graminaterrae Tot mala tot morbi corpora nostra premunt Nunc caeto ridens summaque salute triumphans Cras movet in maesto languida membra toro In caelis aeterna dies aeteâ—â—a voluptas In terris vanâ— est gloria pictus honos The Wish Hoc est summum mei caputque voti A Little house a quiet wife Sufficient food to nourish life Most perfect health and free from harm Convenient cloths to keep me warm The liberty of foot and mind And grace the ways of God to find This is the summe of my desire Until I come unto heavens quire Upon the most beautiful hospitable and Iugenuous Gentlewoman Mrs Blanch Morgan of the Therow SOme fragant flowers the smell some trees the sight Do much content some pearls are wondrous bright There 's not so sweet a flower so sair a tree So pure a gemme in all the world as she Some Ladies humble are and some are wise Some chast some kind some fair to please the eyes All vertues do in her like stars appear And make a glorious constellation there Ad magni honesti nominis virum Edmundum Jones Armigerum Jurisconsultum optima scientia conscientia praeditum Anno Domini 1656. INtimas sundens animae querelas Proximas tristis spacior per undas Et meis plenum sluit ex ocellis Flumen aquarum Cum domum sacram video ruentem In lâ—to faedis maculis not andam Distrabor curis misero laborans Vulnere mâ—ntis Templa clauduntur penitus relicta Parcius sanctis precibus beata Et silet stulte timidi prophetâ—ae Buccina verax Haeresis penna volitat superba Fascinans mentes populi cadueas Veritas lucem fugiens silenti Nocte vagatur Te scio verae Cupidum salutis Vineam multùm coluisse sanctam Nulla spes lucri potuit fidelem Flectere mentem Firma mens nullas metuens procellas Petra ceù fortis stetit heù â—imores Negligis vanos memoratque coeli Caetera calcas Seculum soelix brevitèr suturum Nuncio lumen sequitur tenebras Claritas solis properatque caecam Pellere noctem Fasting Jejunavit Christus non per necessitatem sed per dispensationem ut ostenderet quà m bonum sit Jejunium FULL Barrels make no sound nor can they pray With perfect love who banquet all the day Fasting extenuates sin it doth controul And check the lustful motions of the soul Fasting doth make our prayers flame more high And prayer doth our fasting sanctifie To fast from meat my body shall begin And then my soul shall soâ—ner fast from sin Thy Saints and Angels Lord nor drink nor eat Receive my soul and I will use no meat Thou art the Well and bread of life on thee I 'le feed with Heavens blessed Hierarchy In serenissimi nominis virum Jacobum Scudamore Armigerum qui verae nobilitatis vivax exemplar nec non ditissimus est liberalitatis Nilus ECcè virtut is speculum supremae Alta cui mens est vari is beata Gratiae donis placidique plena Munere coeli Divitum multis premitur catervis Paâ—peres vultu recipit benigno Januam servans paâ—ulam locumque Pluâ—â—bus umbris Spiritus mitis dominatur intùs Non mâ—lo pictus genio tumescit Nec sames auri studiosa mentâ—m Possidet aequam Donâ— fortunae malefida blandae Despicit virtus animum gubernat Prodigum mundi properatqueâ—ummum Scandere coelum Haereses odit nimiùm profanas Tramitem rectum gradiens salutis Transigat longos prâ—cor quietos Nâ—storis annos Baptism Baptismus Johannis â—rat in spe ad poenitentiam baptismus Christi erat revera ad remissionem peccatorum THE Baptism of water a good thing Common to all cannot salvation bring The Baptism of fire and the Holy Ghost Must make us live or else our life is lost Baptize me Lord if thou shalt think it good With fire and with the baptism of blood Sickness Omnes sani facilè aegrotis consilium damus ASK me no more Which is the greatest wealth Our rich possessions liberty or health For riches freedome without health to me Make but sad musick without harmony Rust eateth Iron and the finest cloth Is spoil'd and fretted by the envious moth Through sickness strength and beauty fade away As when a cloud obscures the fairest day Each sickness is Gods prison and more sad Than any which cruel Tyrants had When the sore gout doth but possess the toe Where is thy former liberty to go A golden Crown can no great comfort be When th' head is troubled with a plethorie Call for delicious Quails Canary Wine The finest Bread or Manna more divine These to thy palate will distastful prove When nothing can thee to disgestion move Much more diseases will in man appear Than
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
too good to lie Under a bushel in obscurity He was not Linsey woolsey or content To be compos'd of King and Parliament He was most loyal and could not dispence With such base freedom to his conscience As to neglect his King he hath a heart From whence transparent beams of Vertue dart After sad years of cruel storms and wind He shall a Haven and a Heaven find The Gardener She supposing him to be the Gardener said unto him Job 20. MARY prevents the day she rose to weep And see the bed where Jesus lay a sleep She found out whom she sought but doth not know Her Masters face he is the Gardener now This Gardener Edens Garden did compose For which the chiefest Plants and Flowers he chose He took great care to have sweet Rivers run T' enrich the ground where he his work begun He is the Gardener still and knoweth how To make the Lilies and the Roses grow He knows the time to set when to remove His living plants to make them better prove He hath his pruning knife when we grow wild To tame our nature and make us more mild He curbs his dearest children when 't is need He cuts his choycest Vine and makes it bleed He weeds the poisonous herbs which clog the ground He knows the rotten hearts he knows the sound The blessed Virgin was the pleasant bower This Gardener lodg'd in his appointed hour Before his birth his Garden was the womb In death he in a Garden chose his Tomb. Copernicus his opinion confirm'd COpernicus his fancy may hold good The earth did only move the heavens stood So earth and houses wheeling round about And changing Climats sound new Masters out The Changes Tempora mutantur nos mutamur in illis THe painful Bee which to her hive doth bring Sweet honey in her tail retains a sting Our sweetest joyes are interlin'd with cares No field of corn but hath some choaking tares The stream which doth with silent motion slâ—de Is oftentimes disturb'd with wind and tide Who sits to day in Honours lap and sings God soon can change his tune and clip his winâ— Sometimes the Sea doth ebb and sometimes floâ— Now with anon against the tide we row No haven's so secure but somâ— ill blast May toss the ship and break the stately Mast Who now in Court doth dance and liâ—t his head To morrow droops and sickly keeps his bed The King may beg and beggars may command High Cedars fall when little shrubs do stand The sweetest com oâ—t I do feel or find Though fortune change is not to change my mind The Hour-glass Inter spemque metumque timores inter ir as Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum OUR time consumes like smoke and posts away Nor can we treasure up a month or day The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste and so our silent minutes pass Consider how the lingring hour-glass sends Sand after sand until the stock it spends Year after year we do consume away Until our debt to Nature we do pay Old age is full of grief the life of man If we consider is but like a span Stretcht from a swollen hand the more extent It is by strength the more the pains augment Desire not to live long but to live well How long we live not years but actions tell Pride and Humility Humilis descendendo ascendit superbus ascendendo descendit WHat pride possesseth man that is but clay Which must dissolve and melt like yce away What frothy baâ—m of self-conceit and love Doth puff his heart and such high fancies move Who doth presame to climb the highest wall Will soonest slip and catch the heaviest fall Proud men have fallen from their stately chairs And falling once have tumbled down the staâ—â—s The shâ—ubs are most secure and free from wind When lofty trees a strong resistance find Behold the twig which gently bends and bows When stubborn Oaks are broken stands and grows Vertue is sooner found in Cotts and Cells Than in great Courts where pride and envy dwells A contrite heart O Lord a bended knee Like sweet perfume shall at thy Altar be Christs Resurrection-day or Easter AS when through misty clouds and troubled air The Sun breaks forth and makes the heavens saâ—â— So Christ the glorious Bridegroom came this day Out of his Chamber whore he secret lay The brighter Sun is up whose pleasant rayes Do bless the earth with good and happy dayes Display thy warmer beams and to my heart More fervent heat of zeal and love impart Death could not kill or conquer life nor might The thickest darkness comprehend the light Had he bin still interr'd then we had bin For ever slaves to Satan Death and Sin The Jews to keep him there O fond conceit Roul'd to his grave a stone of heavy weight His body pierc't the stone but was not able To pierce their hearts far more impenetrable He could remove vast Mountains with his Word And in the Sea to them a grave afford The Mountain of my sins from me remove And drown them Lord in thy deep Sea of Love This joyful morning at the break of day Our Saviour rose and left his bed of clay Awake betimes my soul from slumber free And leave thou sin before that sin leaves 〈◊〉 The Spring SEe how the wanton Spring In green is clad Heark how the birds do sing I 'le not be sad Doth not the blushing Rose Breath sweet perfume I will my spice disclose But not presume The dew falls on the grass And hastes away Which makes me mind my glass Which will not stay Now plants and herbs do grow In every place Lord let not me be slow In growth of Grace Behold the fruitful trees And fertil ground Observe the painful Bees Whose hives abound I will not barren be Nor waste my dayes Like slaggards that are free From vertuous wayes The Poets Soliloquy WHy do I droop like flowers opprest with rain What cloud of sorrow doth my colour stain I like a Sparrow on the house alone Do sit and like a Dove I mourn and groan Doth discontent or sad affliction bind And stop the freedom of my Nobler mind No no I know the cause I do retire To quench old flames and kindle better fire It is my comfort to escape the rude And sluttish trouble of the multitude Flowers rivers woods the pleasant air and wind With Sacred thoughts do feed my serious mind My active soul doth not consume with rust I have been rub'd and now are free from dust Let moderation rule my pensive way Students may leave their books and sometimes play I am the Way the Truth and the Life Joh. 14. 6. Via in exemplo veritas in promisso vita in praeâ—â—io CHrist is the Way which leads to heavens joy He is the Truth which errours can destroy He is the Life which raiseth up the dead He is the Way Truth Life unlimited The way is narrow strive to enter in
young Coxcomb's sword 23. Leave Jesting while it doth mens humors please If it to earnest turns 't is a disease 24. Who doth to thee in love a Capon bring Bestow on him again the leg or wing 25. Give to a Clown thy finger at command And by and by he 'll take thee by the hand 26. Parents their children must correct behind And not before if vicious faults they find 27. Snow that on earth in winâ—er doth appear And long endures foretells a happy year 28. Who hath not more of bread than needs he â—â—st Forbear to keep a dog to eat the crust 29. The Fox will swear if grapes do hang too high They are unpleasant to the taste and eye 30. Although a Lye he neat and finely drest Yet doth but seldom prove a welcom guest 31. Each man within his bed must â—â—â—etch his feeâ— According to the length of rug or sheet 32. Agues in Autumn which the body move Do to the Patient long or morttl prove 33. Marry your son when that you will A man Fit for your daughter find out when you can 34. The fruitful Corn from chaff is clean'd by wind And by chastisements is the Soul refin'd 35. Tâ—e veriest fool at some time wise may be The wise from folly are not always free 36. In greatest rivers greatest fish are found Veâ—â—ure not much for gain lest you be drown'd 37. â—et all our actions be most just and pure 〈…〉 is they noâ— others judgments us secure 38. Help those in want Alms never make one poor They do not lessen but increase thy store 39. If thy own house is built or made of glass Throw not stones at thy neighbours gently pass 40. When I was born I did lament and cry And now each day doth shew the reason why 41. That victory is greatest and most good Which is obtain'd without the price of blood 42. He that doth rise betimes and leaves his bed Hath some conception in his working head 43. Wish none to marry Man and wife may jar And ne'r advise a friend to go to war 44. 'T is well that the wise hand performs not all The foolish mouth doth utter forth and braul 45. Who in the glass doth oft behold her face Hath little care to dress her dwelling place 46. An Ass that carries me I rather ride Than a proud Hoâ—se which throws me quite beside 47. The cunning Fox of wisdom hath great store But he that catcheth him hath something more 48. The Lion sure is not so fierce or stout As foolish men do paint or set him out 49. Say not I am an Olive till thou see Me gather'd then bestow thy judgment free 50. He is a fool that spends a whole years rent At one meals meat his palate to content 51. Let no man in his riches himself flatter Who drinketh wine he may be glad of waâ—â—â— 52. Bad Company is a disease Who lies with Dogs shall rise with fleas 53. Against high Heaven if thou spitt'st disgrace Thy spitâ—le will fall down and foul thy face 54. Who in his pocket hath no money In his mouth he must have honey 55. A married man if he my counsel take Will tuâ—n his fighting-staff into a stake 56. If you could run as fast as drink I dare Be bold to say you 'd â—atch the nimblest Hare 57. The Master's eye as it is alwayes found Doth fat the horse his foot doth fat the ground 58. When thou do'st chuse a wife or buy a Sword Trust not thy brother or thy neighbour's word 59. A lazy Jade will eat as much good meat As any horse that is both swift and neat 60. When once the tree is fallen which did stand Then every man will take his axe in hand 61. The little dogs do often start the hare The great ones get her and do better fare 62. The Willows are but weak yet we find They other wood which stronger is will bind 63. A Bean with freedom is more sweet to me Than any Comfit can in prison be 64. Beware a bull before a horse behind A hypocrite on all sides bâ—d we find 65. The cholerick dâ—inks the melancholick eats The â—â—egmatick still sleepeth after meats 66. Our children little make us sools and glad When they are great ones thâ—n they make us sad 67. A â—aâ—yers house if I have rightly read Is buiâ—â— upon a fool or mad man's head 68. No Church yard is so hansome any where As wâ—â—l straight move one to be buried there 69. Who like a fondling to his Wife tells news He hath not yet worne out his Marriage shoos 70. Some into lightning-fall by strange mishap Who nâ—wly did escape a Thunder-clap 61. Here is great talk of Turk and Pope but I Find that my neighbour doth more hurt than they 72. When Vice doth reign a wicked friend doth well 'T is good to have some friends in heaven and hell 73. We batchelors do laugh until we shake You married men do laugh till your hearts ake To the Courteous Reader THe God of love made plants and herbs to give Their vertues humane nature to relieve The meanest simple weeds and poisons have Some power which our imperfections crave To cure by Minerals is a curious Art Herbs with less danger vertues do impart Behold this Looking-glass In which thou'â—t see When thou art sick and when from sickness â—ree Accept of it so small a gift I know Can no great bounâ—y but affection show A LOOKING-GLASSE for the SICK OR The Causes and Symptoms or signs of several Diseases With their Cures and Remedies Of the Head-ach caused by heat THIS is ingender'd by the burning heat Of the warm Sun in Summer or by great And too much exercise the fiery flame Anger and hot diseases cause the same The pain is great strong heat afflicts the head The skin is very dry the eyes are red Use but a little meat aâ—â— to disgest And cold in operation fish is best From stony rivers but you must restrain From milk or meats which fume into the brain Oyle Omphacine with vinegar compound Which pour'd upon the head great ease is found Of the Head-ach by cold Cold causeth head-ach some their health impair That go bare headed in the colder air The head when it is felt no heat contains The face is pale the eyes do swell with pains Hot bathes are good the oyle of rewe is sure Rub'd on the fore-part of the head to cure Of a Head-ach caused of a Plethory or plenitude of blood All meats and drinks that nourish much do breed The head-ach if we plentifully feed And yet neglect bathes sweatings vacuations Whereby the body wanteth operations The temple veins do beat the urin's red And thick sad heaviness distracts the head The face and eyes are red the pulse is great And with no little vehemence doth beat The patient must eschâ—w reare eggs and flesh Cold herbs are good the spirits to refresh To let him blood is good all wine is bad