to all and every thing in the new Ecclesiastical Establishment made then at the importunate instance of the Hierarchy But at the motion of his friends to give them a Sermon that Saturday night before the severe Law was to be executed the next day he yielded though they had not spoken to him till when he was that day at dinner and a Text was named to him who soon after turn'd aside to his Meditation they rang the Bell and he preached a farewell Sermon not that in the Printed ones on Revel 2.5 from that very Text given viz. Mal. 3.16 Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another and the Lord harkened and heard it and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the Lord and that thought on his name They knew it was not very difficult for him who was instructed to the Kingdom of Heaven like the housholder to bring forth out of his treasure things new and old He would often say to some of his friends he bless'd God if he had but a little time to premeditate and digest matter he was never at a loss for words on his Masters Embassy but hath for words often took more care how to speak prudently in conference with some in private that he might not be mistaken than how to speak in publick when he expected more of Gods special aid being assuredly on his errand XLIII 'T was observ'd as by Mr. Obadiah Sedgwick abovesaid that he was in all things a praise-worthy and extraordinary person by Mr. De Lunà and his Vertuous Wife whiles his Commoration was with them in their house at London and at Theobalds about a year and an half that he was of singular Piety constantly promoting Holiness in the Family especially much rais'd in his spirit when he came from Preaching and the Lords Table being then as in an Heaven upon Earth A man that would but with much prudence reprove sin in any person of what high rank or quality soever in the world It might be truly said of him as 't was of Mr. Hugh Latimer the Martyr He did behave himself as a faithful messenger of God being afraid of no man telling all degrees their duties faithfully and truly without respect of persons or any kind of flattery Yet he did not much care to converse with the Rich unless he could bring them to acts of Charity When in the things of this world which he had earnestly desired He met with disappointments He would pass them over without much concernedness He was in Discourse very mild and would give way to others to speak and when he had heard them he would without passion and with much judgment and clearness return answers to them If he had heard any one good Christian speak bitterly against another Christian It was usual with him to say That the other likely meant better than he had expressed himself and if what was said could be took in two senses it ought to be interpreted in the best because every Christian cannot in such a ready way utter his mind as another can Insomuch that when a dispassionate and more particular enquiry hath been made into the matter and he hath been desired to explain himself or another standing by hath put words into his mouth it hath often been found he did not mean as at the first the other apprehended he did And therefore our Author would give this Rule upon another's saying or doing If a good sense can be put upon it never take it in a bad one XLIV Be-like he practis'd according to his own Directions he had recorded for Christian prudence in our conversation with men viz. Let 's lay the Apostles Rule Philip. 4.8 for our foundation 1. Whatsoever things are true or good which may be conceiv'd as the Genus to those that follow 2. Whatsoever things are honest or venerable therefore be innocent as may be with reference to evil 3. Whatsoever things are just There is Justice Vniversal whereby we must yield obedience to the universal Law of God and of man as agreeing to the Law of God Here we must shew all due respect to others especially Superiors as to Magistrates to be as little and as cautiously as can be in speaking against them as to any action of theirs unless there be some necessity and then as favourably as may be To Parents to be as plausible as may be to them and if in any thing they dissent from us if in matters of indifferency rather give way to them than oppose them and so likewise amongst any we converse with having an especial eye to the time and place and therefore as little as may be publickly Justice particular is either Remunerative or Commutative Remunerative is a distribution of honour and rewards without any respect of persons according to deserts Therefore if you see any thing in any man praise-worthy give him due honour and let no prejudice cloud it Commutative justice is a giving to every man his right in all your converse and commerce with them in bargaining c. 4. Whatsoever things are pure lovely and of good report or well spoken of Therefore shun Cards and Dice which are not well accounted of by good men which as too commonly used will bring a scandal on your profession make you unfit to reprove others in that or any other vice Be sure it is the best way to continue a mans enjoyments with God to be acting for God amongst them we do converse If any say I have often been admonishing yet find I no good wrought on them and I seem worse my self Answ 1. This ariseth from thine own miscarriage in the duty Didst thou pray before or after thy duty or didst thou keep up thine heart in an holy humble frame whilst thou wast in it If not no wonder thou hast succeeded no better in it 2. Reflect upon thine heart whether thou didst never arrogate too much to thy self if God at any time made thy words to take effect And thou shalt know upon a secret rejoycing when thou hearest any directly or indirectly speak of such an ones conversion and so not giving glory to God he therefore never withholds the influence of his Grace XLV Others who had reason to know him intimately as they did observe his prudence and also that as he was always very serious so most frequently cheerful insomuch that a good friend of his remembers when in frost and snow and bitter storms he went to preach the Gospel one coming to him and pitying him in regard of his bad journey He said cheerfully 'T was his Masters work and therefore no burden to him to serve so good a Master though he passed through many difficulties He by grace had attempered his natural disposition to merriness and brought it to a Christian cheerfulness by watchfulness and experiments And therefore we find him 1649 in his Notes largely stating the case concerning laughter and smiling in Christians
i' nt that I Do fear thou canst not save Nothing can hinder if thou please Nor Devil Hell nor Grave Nor do I doubt but 't is thy will To save some such as I For as vile wretches as I am Thy Son did freely die In the deep Seas of thy rich love Blaspheming Paul did swim He though thy Saints he sought to kill Yet thou didst pardon him The Harlot Mary Magdalen Who deeply ran on score Who did ten thousand talents owe Yet that debt-bond was tore A swearing cursing Peter thou Didst to thy mercy take That Son whom he did fear to own Thou pardon'st for his sake This makes me confident my God That Heav'n may be my place If thou would'st please to grant to me Maries or Peters Grace Give me O God to go aside And in some corner creep That there with Peter bitterly In dolors I may weep Give me but sinful Maries love Love shall my ointment be Which I upon my Lords feet will Pour out as well as she But ah my God! this is my fear Their faith and love I want My carnal proud and sensual heart Speaks me no penitent This only Lord I have to plead Those lusts my heart doth hate I long I wish to be set free From this sad sinful state Sure Lord I am no enemy To holiness within Thou seest my soul contend and strive To beat down every sin When that perchance my foot doth slip And thee I do offend Doth not my sin make me to mourn And don 't I strive to mend Had not I faith why should I fear The threatenings of thy Law Why should I dread thy Majesty And of thee stand in awe Had I not faith why should I long Thy face above to see Why should I praying sue so hard To get my liberty Did not I love thee why should I My loved self forsake Why should I loath my loved sins For thy beloved's sake Did I not love why don 't the shell Of duties me suffice In Sacraments and pray'rs why do I thus thy presence prize Did I dissemble to be seen Of men why doth my sin Which none knows but my self alone Me trouble that 's within Did I dissemble then my tears My sighs in company Would more be heard and seen then when My God alone stands by It 's true I love thee not enough Nor is my faith so strong But that with grief I do confess Thy faithfulness I wrong But Lord remember I 'm but dust In weakness here I live That little which I have thou gav'st The rest above shalt give Did not those Stars that now do shine With thee in Heav'n above While living on the earth complain Of want of faith and love Nay Lord do not I read that thou The hungry soul didst bless And it that thirsts for righteousness Such am I I confess But Lord remember he that thirsts And hungry is for grace He some degree of grace must want And I am in that case If he is blessed why not I My hung'rings thou dost see If thou hast said he shall be full Why sha'nt that word reach me I sin I sin but thou hast place't The righteous Christ on high To advocate and plead his cause That at his feet doth lye Lord there a sinner I do lye Thy promise I will trust For pardon and for love will hope Till I fall to the dust The Welcome I. WElcome my child on high Heaven joys to see thee here Be not afraid it is thy Fathers house And thy Saviour bought it dear It was for this he bled And his soul ' n offering did make When my Son thou didst accept this Jointure he thee made Now possess it for his sake Whyart thou asham'd come behold me behold me I have forgot thy sin And made thee clean within Now thou' rt arrived here above Of nought think but of love I shall ne're be angry with thee agen II. My servants that attend Put on his best attire Set a Crown on his brow in brightness that out-shines The clearest flames of fire Spread out that cloth of Gold His foot-cloth it must be If you have him drest come bring him set him here He must keep me company Have you done if you have bid him welcome bid him welcome He was our friend on earth And royal in his birth For whilest he lived I saw he Forsook all to love me And did truly serve me to his his death III. A child a bride a wife Ragg'd and adorn'd so soon From the Dungeon to the Throne how quickly am I rais'd And my midnight turn'd to noon Even now on my death-bed I sigh'd I sob'd I groan'd I weeping cri'd my God hath me forgot And by all my friends was moan'd What they think now on earth I do not know I do not know Nor for't do I much care What a weeping though they are Of little do they think I Do possess such glory That I 'm made so much-of here above IV. This is Jerusalem Pav'd o're with slates of Gold Her rows of houses like to towers stand It 's more stately than was told Here 's not a street but 's strow'd With flowers of Paradise Not a step that I tread but such sweetnesses I pownd More rich than Arabian spice Walls that her inclose are far brighter far brighter Than th' oriental flame Or a thing that wants a name Her sparkling gates are well known To be made up of such stone That the richest Diamonds doth excel V. Blest shades that here do dwell These mansions that possess I never till now a place or people saw That the God of Heaven doth bless Here 's not a look speaks care No sign of tear or grief Not a sigh or a groan through all the streets I hear Nor a beggar that wants relief All yet that I 've met are like Angels like Angels In clearness they surpass A Star or chrystal-glass Whose unsoil'd beauty doth seem To out-vye a Sun-beam Far Oh far more splendid than all these VI. Their locks like curls of light Their Lilly-necks hang o're Bedeckt with Ribbonds richer than of Gold I ne're saw such before Sweetness of spirit blooms And blossoms all the week In smiles of joy and love that do adorn In their flowrings on each cheek In mantles as white as the fair Moon the fair Moon They walk about each street And embrace all that they meet I never saw friends so love As they do here above Oh! I could lie at any of their feet VII I am where I would be In the City of my King This is the place I have desir'd to see And to hear the cherubs sing What lofty strains are these I ne're heard voice so lavish Not a note that I hear but melts me into joy And my heart doth in me ravish In the close when they shout Hallelujah Hallelujah Glory to God on high And the Lamb that below did die There 's warmth methinks in these names That melts me into
refuse the seal thereof I know I am vile I am vile but thou hast pardoned me Lord I have abused thy love a thousand times refused thy offered self and withstood the tenders of thy Grace but thou hast covered all my sins thou hast freely justified me by thy Grace and made a full attonement for me by thy blood this is that thou freely biddest me take and I have freely drunk it Never was Wine so full as this is Never was Bowl so full of pleasure as this I have swallowed down my life and pardon at one draught I took it from my Saviours hand it was a cup of his own preparing If ever drink was sugared this was I never tasted better rellisht Wine in all my life The richest Cordials cannot match this draught Divine Spirits of pearls dissolved would but dead this Wine Oh when my hopes but kist the purple dews they hung and cleaved so As if they were loth to let thee go They strove and strugled to get near my heart As if intending there to take a part I dare not say them nay blood from that bowl May the best room command within my soul What a sudden strange yet happy alteration do I find within my languid spirits are revived my winter is over Methinks I feel my life and joy to spring amain My Aarons Rod a dry stick but now doth bloom and flourish My newly ingrafted soul is full of Infant-clusters Blood at the root of Vines They say produceth richest Wines Oh! if my Lord will undertake to dress this Vine and trickle down his blood into my root then draw it up into each branch of Grace by the warming beams of his reviving love then let my Dearest come let him come as he hath promised and bring my Father and his Father with him and sup both with me and in me Let them come and I will bid them a welcome I shall have a fruit to present them with which they themselves shall say is pleasant I shall not send my Father away now so oft complaining I came to seek for grapes and fruit but behold wild ones The Conclusion Oh! how unwillingly do I rise methinks I could sit here and feast my heart and eyes for ever What running-Banquets doth my Lord afford me here surely he should not need to fear that I should surfeit on himself But alas I must be gone what shall I do in yonder hungry soul-starving world again I have been feeding on my Paschal Lamb and now I must go and eat my sowr herbs but if it be his will I must obey if it be so I must arise I know thou hast prepared the endless feast above where I shall ever sit and enjoy thy love and glut my hungry eye and heart on the Banquet of thy everlasting self As yet I am now on earth my toil and work lyes heavy on my hands I have yet an afternoon to labour out God knows my work is hard too hard for me my self to perform I scarcely should have lasted out so long but that sometimes at such seasons as this is he repaired my sinking spirits by pouring in the Cordials of his Blood Now I must go and perhaps find as sharp conflicts with my self as ever I know the World and Hell have been laying their snares and gins to catch my new-fledg'd soul and all conspire against my welfare Now it is well if I escape a fall a bruise a breaking of my bones in which sad plight I have so often lain that my Lord might have took me for dead but that my groanings told him loudly I lived Lord must I leave this feast must I go Take me then by the hand and lead me if I must walk let me see thee by me that I may know I walk with my God Lead me away and I will go with thee and let me not go till thou bringst me hither again I cannot will not live without thee And do thou Lord say I must not shall not If both our hearts in love so well agree What then shall separate my Christ from me A Meditation on the Death of Christ Preparative to the Sacrament Pen'd for his private use BUT is he dead Oh sad yet joyful news how strangely is my soul amazed and diversly mov'd and troubl'd by these contrary passions methinks I could pull up the floodgates of my sorrow and vent it out in tears but something bids me hold Shall I mourn for him that 's just now past his state of mourning He 's dead and what of that And so are all his griefs his bloody sweats his sighs and groans concluded He hath drunk on the brook in the way bitter while they were in his mouth and he was living but sweet now they have sunk into his belly and and he in Heaven Sweet to him because it was his work and he hath finisht it and sweet to me because it was the potion of sorrow death hell that I must have taken And canst thou mourn methinks if thou didst love thine heart should rather sympathize with his He is singing and shalt thou be sighing He is joying that his work is done and now is welcoming into Heaven by God his Father and shouting up by Angels voices as the great Conquerour of the hearts of men on earth and that now in triumph he is returned And will a mournful weed a wet eye and a cloudy brow become thee at these times of Festivals Shall the Heavenly Angels be joyful and thou sad How strangely will this be construed Will it not be said thou dost not love him or thou dost envy his recovered glory that he had left and now again hath taken Or that thou canst not endure to see him wear his Princes Crown in Heaven that for a time he had laid aside to come down to the earth to fetch thee thence to Heaven But ah my Lord thou wilt not sure interpret sorrow thus thou hast not sure forgot to give a meaning unto tears to teach a sigh to speak and then to know its language Hath my Lord forgot so suddenly that he was on earth and that he sweat and groan'd and wept and bled as well as I do now What though now all tears and sorrow and sighing is done away and he ceaseth to be any longer subject to our infirmities yet sure he knows it is not thus with us I am not yet in Heaven nor am I yet quite past the vale of sorrow and it cannot then be strange to him if he sees sometimes our faces look of a sadder hue than those that are in Heaven But why should thus my tears be check'd and my throbbing heart be chidden were it for a thing of nought I might be counted fool or child but shall my Saviour die and vent his soul in a stream of blood and all in love to me and shall he thus forsake the world and die and then be laid in the grave and I be denied the liberty of following
man would have done it 2 And was not God himself slighted by those that were invited to the feast Was not Christ worse than slighted and was not Paul called a Babler and the Gospel foolishness 3 But consider further Is not the Gospel and the God of it slighted in thee the message thou knowest is not thine but his that sent thee 4 And think is it not natural for the carnal mind to have unsavoury dark foolish thoughts of the Gospel was it not always so did not Christ wonder seeing their unbelief 5 But think it 's God in Christ or the strictness and spiritualness of the Gospel that they undervalue and think nothing of the excellency of They say it 's thou speakest nothing they would say the other but they dare not speak out and so they cast it on thee and art thou not willing rather to suffer than it wouldst not thou have interposed thy face to Christ to have received the spittle and kept it from him and thine head to have been crowned with thorns and what dost thou shrink in taking of this 6 But think what reason have they to charge thee with a nothingness and impertinency in preaching what mean so many to follow thee they may hear nothings and impertinencies nearer home Wherefore go on chearfully and boldly in thy work and regard not what some few scoffers say when thou art carrying on that work for the good of souls which the Lord will own and bless HYMN I. WHat ails my soul to look so wan My vitals they are fled What faintings do I feel within My heart as 't were is dead Love-beams do shine full in my face From off the throne above They sparkle glories round my soul Yet yet I cannot love I see the Heavens open wide My Lord upon his throne I see his Saints all cloth'd in gold Bedeckt with glittering stone I fee a Crown held in his hand To set upon my head If once I were laid low in grave Yet yet my heart is dead What my distemper is God knows It 's cause I can unfold My heart lay down upon the earth And there it caught a cold This this alone had been enough My health to overthrow But I of flesh a surfeit took Which made my grief to grow Lord what compassions in thy looks What pearls stand in thine eye Like a kind friend thou turn'st away As loth to see me die No cordials can my sp'rits revive Those glorious sights do'nt move Oh I am lost there is no hope I see yet cannot love My God! my God! don 't me forsake If I must needs then die Whil'st I am breathing out my last Oh! do but thou stand by Help help thou great soul-curing God In languishments I lye Speak but the word my heart revives Oh yet I shall not die I find my native heat restor'd My wonted joys return I love thee Lord I love thee now With love my heart doth burn Oh what are all the things below What toys they seem to me When shall I leave them and come up To dwell my Lord with thee HYMN II. The Souls Farewell to her Body TIr'd with a body now at last In travel on my road I must take Inn and rest my self I must of flesh unload I see my prison-walls fall down And mold'ring into dust I feel my chains of flesh break off As eaten up with rust Oh! I am going help my God! A little respite give Reverse thy sentence add some years That I on earth may live Ah! foolish soul how fond of life Dost thou thy self betray Why a few minutes more dost thou With tears for life thus pray Are not the years enough thou ' st been A Pilgrim here below Thy Father calls bids come away Ah! fool thou wilt not go What seest thou in this wicked world That thus delights thine eye A father brother or dear friends Thou ' lt find them all on high Thy Saviour hath a Palace there Imbost about with Gold Thine's but a den where now thou dwell'st Whose walls scarce keep out cold What canst thou see more than thou hast The same Sun runs its round The rivers ebb and flow alike No new thing can be found The pleasant faces of thy friends Thou feest but o're again The sweets of meats and drinks thou tasts Are but the very same Yet these sweet and beloved things Have thorns been in thy side Their Prickles have so torn thy heart Thou scarce could'st them abide But Oh thou lump of Gold my Soul How full of dross and tin Thy Father would but melt thee now And purge thee of thy sin Thou art my Soul a ball of light Here in dark lanthorn place't God in a golden socket would Thee set to burn not waste Arise my Soul come shake thy plumes Prepare thy self for flight Like a fledg'd Eagle mount aloft And bid the world Good-night Farewell then dearest friends farewell Farewell fond world I say Lord now I come Oh take me up With sighs and groans I pray HYMN III. The Resurrection of our Blessed Lord. ON Golgotha that fatal day While Christ on Cross did bleed The whole Creation groan'd they say To see that bloody deed The Earths big heart with sorrow swells Which burst out in earth-quakes The Sun his eye hides in a cloud The lowring Heaven shakes The bodies of the dead arise Most ghastly look and wonder Because mens hearts nor garments rent The Vale doth tear asunder Yet one thing do I admire more To see a God-man dead His breathless royal trunk they took And laid in grave deaths-bed Like conquer'd captive there he lies In th' prison of a grave Three days the tyrant death him holds In fetters like a slave So long said he I 'le lye then cry'd Hell grave death do your worst Fast tye me bind me chain my hands I 'le all your fetters burst Rowl rowl a stone upon his tomb The Jews of Pilate pray Set watch and ward lest that his friends By night steal him away With bills and lanthorns there they stand With scoffs they him deride See how he riseth jeeringly They flout one very side At length the third days morn doth dawn Our Lord begins to ' wake Whilest the hard stony Cover-lid Away the Angel takes Look look the watch-men see they run As frighted hark their crys The buried Jesus he is risen We saw him with these eyes Shout shout for joy ye Saints of his This is your Saviour dear When you this wretched life must leave Graves Coffins do not fear This day a perfect conquest he Of grim-lookt death hath made Your moulder'd rotted bodies he Can raise as he hath said HYMN IV. Of our Lords Ascension into Heaven I Sometime wondred why thou Lord Those forty-days didst stay On earth betwixt thy Grave and Crown Or thy Ascension day It seems most like a Captain great After some bloody fights Who walks to shew his friends he lives And puts his Host to rights Thus all things
the depth of winter But Divine Paul did nothing thus complain Knowing such speeches were but fondly vain He wing'd his prayers and out the ark he sent This winged Dove ' fore whom the clouds did rent And gave her way 't length to th' Mercy-throne She came and light and there did vent a groan When all-eyed mercy there her once did spy He gave an Olive-branch and bad her hie Home to her Master bid her speak him peace That out of prison he would all release But that in chief his servant Paul should know Before great Caesar he 's reserv'd to go The Dove returning o're his breast did hover And there this message to him did discover Good news received Paul he doth impart It to them all which did revive each heart Courage my friends the God of Wind hath said He will deliver be not you afraid Fear not the wide mouth'd yawnings of the deep It sha'nt you swallow for he will you keep We have long fasted fill'd with grief ye know Eat somewhat now then take the rest and throw To th' greedy Ocean whose hot stomack may Concoct digest the rest without delay With much ado each down he gets a bit Standing or tumbling none could hardly sit Besides their fears and unbelief together Spoke in their stomacks 't was but windy weather A poor small morsel serv'd as little beer A little serves the stomack fill'd with fear Some joy they had in that they did discover That near some Island their tost-Ship did hover Some anxiously lookt on the little boat And wisht with all their hearts it were afloat Hoping thereby their dying lives to save But that told it would but prove their grave At length they all content themselves to stay Longingly waiting when it would be day Time paid their waitings night-shades did begin To fleet away while the thick fogs grew thin The huge black raven of the blackest night Draws up her wings and yieldeth to the light Great Holypheer awaking lent his eye By which a creek and shore they did espy Weary of waters thither they would fain Have thrust their Ship to leave the cruel Main One plies the rudder others anchors tug Which with main force they into Ship do hug Others hoist up their titter'd-tatter'd fails Strugling for shore yet all their labour fails Two Seas had meeting strugled thereabout Which in contention and a furious rout Casting up gravel at each others face Had piled a huge mount upon that place Thither their Ship they fearless drew in hast Which ran a ground and in her keel stuck fast One part did swim another sands stuck in And so another contest did begin Both land and water doth a little plead Whose is the Ship they neither are agreed One says she's mine th' other doth deny And so the wrangling contest doth grow high Neptune pleads title from the end she 's made And that her back doth fit his back he said But the Land says th' materials are hisn But one to th' other would not yield to lissen They both conclude no longer to contend But by main force the hot dispute to end One tugs behind the other holds before And ne'r left tugging till they had her tore One snatcht a rib th' other held the skin One broke a piece without th' other one within Th' trembling Passengers this fray did see They did conclude on either side to be They court the waves for parcels of her prey And o're those planks their shiv'ring bodies lay Making for land as fast as they could carry Which if they toucht would kiss and ever tarry A Sinners unregenerate inside turn'd outside Or the language of the Kingdom of Darkness SUrely the fool hath said 'T was not God the Heav'ns made If he be he must be blind That our actions cannot mind Whether we do ill or well He in Heav'n cannot tell When one dies who doth know VVhither doth his spirit go Heavens glory is a toy So are all the tales of joy Hell is but a childs bug-bear Only silly fools can scare Him I count a fool that saith I do live a life of faith He talks idly that doth say I got bread by pray'r to day Thou maist have as full a purse VVhether pray or whether curse He shall prove the richest man That both cheat and cozen can But thou blind fool if Heaven and Hell prove true Thou these black speeches shalt most sadly rue How if they do thou blinded muffled buzzard Thou art a fool such weighty things to hazard Grace is but a fancied dream Nothing yet doth something seem A conceit of melancholy There is nothing that is holy Drunkards do more joys inherit Than those that do pray by the Spirit I am proud and that 's a sin I will then be proud again I do swell in ostentation That is my sweet recreation I ambitious am of place That I count my sweetest grace But contentious I am I have always lov'd the same I a hater am of men I profess it well what then I speak to mens faces fair When for them I do not care He that takes from me a pin To strive to hang him is no sin Those that the world above me prize I will spatter them with lyes If an action I do well I love those that will me tell It doth much delight my soul When I hear my neighbours scowl It my joy doth much enhance To put my friends at variance I matter not who th' loser be So the gain doth come to me So much for my Father care That I wish in Heav'n he were For I think his money can When he 's dead make me a man Yet what were this mother of rust If it w'ant to serve my lust If the Harlot doth command It commandeth Sea and Land Spreads my table fills my pot Then destroyeth all the shot If a God I would adore Gold 't should be to pay my score Fidlers Tapsters company Love I more then th' Pageantry Of the holy brotherhood And I think my judgment 's good This talking beast what he doth plainly utter Sinner but think thy heart doth only mutter The foul beast that I describe Is of the Pharontick tribe Where the Babylonian King Grazed we must put him in Let them lye out both together Both expos'd to wind and weather Let them in the fields abide While night-dews do wet their hide When they do lament their sin Turn them into men again The Rout. Demetrius Act. 19.23 c. HEroick Paul in this thy soul was brave That wouldst a Crown though gotten by the grave Undaunted spirit that could face a King And count great Caesar but a common thing Could'st speak thy message with a stately grace In all things acted as became thy place God's spokes-man should be stout where e're he stands When 't is to utter what his God commands If God to Athens will with message send He dare with wife men there for God contend Their Temples Golden altars