monsters and heâ—◠〈◊〉 wide gapes Casting forth flame of 〈…〉 thick smoak Enough to blot out hâ—avâ—◠〈…〉 to choak As soon as God hath said Ye Cursed go Int' everlasting fire the Divels lo Are ready strait and drag them down to hell Where they in torments infinite must dwell But since Apelles skill I want to make This Picture right I shall be bold to take A Copy from the Pencil of Saint John As here I find it in his Vision I saw saith he a Throne both white and great Of God Almighty 'T was the Judgment Seat Mysterious in the colour which was white 'Cause Justice should be innocent and bright Not like to Herods Throne that was dy'd red With blood of Infants which he massacred Nor sullied o're with falsehood and with wrong But like the milky way clear all along As white for colour was this stately Throne So great for quantity whereby is showne The greatness of the Judg that thereon sits Past th' apprehension of the greatest wits For such is his immensity none can His measure take beyond the reach of man No Power then his Justice can withstand Whose power doth both heaven and earth command For earth and heaven there shall be found no place When he appears they both flee from his face His face the fight whereof is heaven alone And joyes beyond imagination I saw saith he the dead both great and small Stand before God the Judg impartial His judgments are a great deep into which All fall alike the poor as well as rich The small as great there not a cobweb lies Through which huge sinners like to greater Flies A passage force while lesser stick behind As prisoners and no way t' escape can find Not a net there in which the lesser fry Of sinners like to fishes may espy Holes to slip out whiles that the greater be Intangled without hopes of getting free No this great Judg doth smal and great convent Before this highest Court of Parliament From which are no Appeals but all must rest Irrevocable be they curst or blest There 's no resisting the stiff knee must bend And the stout heart from his high thoughts descend And listen to its doom You shall see there Great Alexander quaking stand for fear He who the world once conquer'd and did weep For want of more now in a hole would creep And give that world which he had conquered For one small corner in 't to hide his head And all that wealth he got to clear the guilt Of all the blood which his vain glory spilt There shall you see that Absolom the fair Who hanged was in his proud dangling hair Confounded stand expecting when to hear A heavier judgment thundring in his ear Condemning him to hang in hells hot'st fire 'Cause to his fathers Throne he did aspire There shall you see King Ahab who by 's wife Rob'd Naboth of his vineyard and his life And that lewd woman Jezabel his Queen 'Mongst many of her Sâ—x shall there be seen And for her Witchcrafts pride and painting sent To Pluto's Court to have her punishment There shall you see Doeg who in pretence Of holy vowes did work no small offence For by his malice he with Saul so wrought That more then fourscore Priests to death he brought There shall you see the Sodomites that burn'd In Lust unnat'ral and to ashes turn'd By fire from heaven but now the Lord shall send A fire from hell to burn them without end There shall you see those three presumptuous men Core and his Complices appear agen Who for their striving against Moses and 'Gainst Aaron too do stigmatized stand To all posterity as th' earth before So now hell gapes to swallow them once more There shall you see Uzziah though a King Condemned for his Incense Offering And taking on him the Priests function Whereto he had no right nor unction There shall you see Antiochus the Great Who did commit that Sacrilegious feat In robbing of the Temple doom'd to pains Proportioned to his unlawful gaines There shall you see that glutton who did fare Deliciously each day and purple wear Suffering poor Lazarus to starve the while Begging himself now in an humble stile But for a cup of water to asswage The furous flames that on his tongue do rage And justly shal that tongue such torments bear Which pleas'd it self so much in dainty chear There shall you see that Phocas who did slay Mauritius his Master to make way For his Ambition to ascend the Throne Descend into the deepest dungeon Of Belzebubs black Vault perpetually To suffer pains for his damn'd Treachery There you the Traitor Judas shall behold Who his dear Lord for thirty pieces sold There you shall see those Prophets that pretend To inspiration and uncall'd ascend The Pulpit venting of old Heresies And most abominable Blasphemies Under the notion of new lights these shall To utter darkness be condemned all For I beheld the Bookswide opened were Another Book the Book of Life was there Laid open too infallible Records Wherein were written all the deeds and words And thoughts and names of men which shall be read In publick then and they be punished Or else rewarded with great woes and joyes According unto all their works and wayes Upon a Snake in a Garden of Flowers having stung one that trod upon him unawares WHo thought this Snake would e're have found An entrance into this inclosed ground Or that a Serpent here should hide his head Under this sweet and flowry bed But 't is no newes for long ago It was the Divels trick man to entice A greater Serpent made his way into A better Garden Paradise And ever since there is no place Of pleasure which we would impropriate But that therein the Serpent shewes his face Though we discover him too late We see him not before we feel That we by his envenom'd teeth are bit And when Achilles like w' are hurt i' th' heel We seek for Balsom to cure it Better it were if we took heed How to avoid the Serpent e're he stung So should we feel no pain nor medicine need But safely sit our flowers among Whiles we securely take delight Amidst our many sweet and fragrant flowers The divel Serpent turnes and doth us bite And with sharp pains our pleasure sowrs Let us look then before we leap And timely seek the danger to prevent Leâ—t we in stead of joyes do sorrowes reap And when it is too late repent Upon Divine Love HOw strong is Love what tongue expresse it can Or heart conceive since it made God a man How strong is Love which made that God-Man dye That man might live with God eternally Lord let this love of thine my heart inspire With love again as sparks rise from the fire Thy love 's a Sun give me a beam from thence Which may both light and heat alike dispence Light to direct others the surest way That leads to heaven and everlasting joy Heat
see Not one from Dissolution free VVe know or what 's equivalent Believe our souls which God first sent To make our bodies move and live Shall go to him who them did give VVhen once their Maker them commands They strait return into his hands Thus we see almost every thing Circling about as in a ring The winter season of the yeer Is now turn'd Summer every where This summer will to winter turn And that freeze which before did burn Rivers which borrow from the main Their streames do pay them back again Since nothing under heaven hath rest But floating up and down 't is best To look above and fix mine eyes VVhere not the shadow of change lyes No variations there but all Stand still in state pacifical Go then my Dust to Dust but thou my soul Return unto thy Rest above the Pole Cant. 1.5 I am black but comely O ye Daughters of Jerusalem A DIALOGUE Between the CHURCH and her DAUGHTERS Daught YOu were our Mother once most bright and fair Admir'd and lov'd by every eye No earthly beauty could with you compare But now y' are of another dye VVe ne're beheld a Moor more black then you Are by this unexpected change VVe hardly can believe it to be true The sight so uncouth is and strange You are become a widow desolate You have no Suitors as before VVe are asham'd to own you since of late Most men have cast you out of door Church Despise me not although that black I am The reason you shall understand From an extreme hot Country late I came From that Egyptian Sun-burnt Land There I was scorcht and lost my beauty there By lying long amongst the Pots And Brick-kilns heavy burthens I did bear Thus I contracted all my spots Yet be not you asham'd of me for I Though black without am fair within My soul is purged from impurity And grace hath now excluded sin It was the plot of my Beloved who Seeing me proud and wanton grow Of my unparallell'd beauty serv'd me so To keep me up he brought me low He took away the lustre of my face But gave another to my mind And now I do account it no disgrace Since this the better far I find 'T is not the fairness of the face but soul VVhich doth invite my Lord to love If he perceive the inward parts be foul The outward not at all him move No matter though I black to others seem VVhilst I am comely in his eyes If he me worthy of his love esteem I care not who doth me despise VVhen he shall find it fit to wash off all My black and outward grace restore Like the Sun after an Eclipse I shall Shine brighter then I did before Isaiah 57.15 Thus saith the High and Lofty one that inhabiteth Eternity whose name is Holy I dwell in the high and holy place with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit LOrd thou hast told us that there be Two dwellings which belong to thee And those two that 's the wonder Are far asunder The one the highest heaven is The mansions of eternal bliss The other 's the contrite And humble sprite Not like the Princes of the earth VVho think it much below their birth To come within the door Of people poor No such is thy humility That though thy dwelling be on high Thou dost thy self abase To th' lowest place VVhere ere thou seest a sinful soul Deploring his offences foul To him thou wilt descend And be his friend Thou wilt come in and with ' him sup And from a low state raise him up Till thou hast made him eat Blest Angels meâ—â— Thus thou wilt him with honour crown VVho in himself is first cast down And humbled for his sins That thy love wins Though heaven be high the gate is low And he that comes in there must bow The lofty looks shall ne're Have entrance there O God since thou delight'st to rest In the humble contrite brest First make me so to be Then dwell with me Lam. 3.39 Wherefore doth a living man complain a man for the punishment of his sins WHy doth a living man complain VVhen for his sins he punish'd is Since his complaint is all in vain And he no ease obtaines by this But rather adds new torments to the sore And by impatience makes his sufferings more So have I seen i' th' Fowlers gin A bird by striving out to get The faster hath entangled bin And ne're could scape out of the net VVere he a while but quiet he might spy Perhaps some hole or other through to fly But man of all things hath least cause To murmur or complain at all Since by oft breaking of Gods Lawes He justly in this toil doth fall For sin and suffering are correlatives A Malefactor well deserves his gyves A mercy 't is that he yet lives And hopes a pardon he may have Not so much favour the Law gives It 's the Law-givers part to save He ought not to complain but to be glad VVhiles he 's alive and pardon may be had VVhen thou chastizest me O Lord And for my sin dost make me smart I 'l not return an angry word But take it from thee in good part Since thou exactest of me less then I Deserved have for mine iniquity Hosea 2.19 I will betroth thee unto me for ever yea I will betroth thee unto me in Righteousness and in judgment and in loving kindness and in tender mercies LEt all Records be searched o're and o're Such an unequal marriage as this Was never seen or heard before VVhere heaven and earth God and man kiss VVhere Majesty and misery do meet Power and infirmity each other greet Thou art the King of Glory Lord of life Thy Spouse at best a Creature poor but since Her fall deform'd and no fit wife VVill make for thee so great a Prince Go court the Angels then yet they though bright Are creatures too and scarce pure in thy sight How much less I that on my belly creep And cleave unto the earth that did begin As soon as I was born to weep As soon as I could go to sin VVhen I polluted in my blood did lye No eye would pity me but all past by Cast out i' th' open field I was to th' shame And loathing of my person in the day That I was born then my Lord came Like the Samaritan that way And took me up thy mercy did thee move Not my desert that was thy time of love Nor is thy love fickle as most mens be VVho soon grow weary of their former choice VVhen they a greater beauty see But thou with me wilt still rejoice Thou hast betroth'd me to thy self for ever And if I leave thee not wilt leave me never Thou that didst love me when I nothing had That lovely was endue me with thy grace For with that wedding garment clad Thou wilt no blemish in my face Or any other part of me espy But I
close As though his own they were No more their malice fear For let them do the worst to thee they can Since that thy fellow suff'rer's God and man 1 Cor. 6.19 What know ye not that your body is the Temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you which ye have of God and yee are not your own LOrd what an humble God art thou Thus to descend And be my friend Yea more then friend mine In-mate now Dost not enough thy self abase To look on me But I must be Thy Temple and thy dwelling place This my vile Body thou dost take And thinkest fit To honor it And for thy use a house it make Henceforth I 'l prize this house of thine At a high rate Being consecrate To thee and count it no more mine Not any part thereof shall be An instrument To sin but bent In holy wayes to wait on thee The windowes in 't shall be mine eyes Through which I 'l see My God thou me My tongue shall offâ—r Sacrifice My lips the Calves which I will pay To thee my Lord And every word Well weigh'd I 'l on thine Altar lay My Lungs the bellowes which shall blow The holy fire Of my desire Till to a lively flame it grow My Prayer as Incense shall ascend And every room In me perfume That no ill savour thee offend My heart shall be the Holocaust My hands shall bring An Offering And all shall serve the Holy Ghost 1 Cor. 10.12 Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall LEt none presume he stands so fast But that he may fall first or last The most confirm'd in grace Stands in a slipp'ry place He treads on ice and if he take not care Unto his steps is down e're he 's aware 'T is hard to keep a middle way 'Twixt two extreams and never stray Since to the worst mans mind By nature is inclind Each vertue hath two vices on both sides 'T is odds that into one of them he slides So many snares so many evils So many doubts so many divels Environ him about That be he ne're so stout His faith may faile his feet may slip awry And he soon fall from his integrity David that was so great so good And highly in Gods favour stood In two such sins he fell As might have damn'd him well But that in mercy God pleas'd to restore Him to that state that he was in before Peter though he a pillar were Of th' Church his Master did forswear Such power had fear to make His former faith to shake Thus he who stood the day before so strong Was to his grief and shame laid all along I will not be too confident Of my fast footing but content My faith and fear should stand Together hand in hand That fear may keep my faith from being too bold And faith my fear from losing of its hold 1 Cor. 15.19 If in this life only we have hopes in Christ then were wee of all men most miserable I were of things the worst And most accurst If in this life my happiness did end Beasts and Birds me exceed In strength in speed The Divels me in knowledg far transcend The wicked in sports swim Up to the brim The Epicure abounds in carnal pleasure Th' ambitious man is crown'd With Honours round The Covetous augments his daily Treasure My conscience will not let Me Riches get As others do by rapine and deceit Such wayes it checks me in Saying 't is sin And warnes me of the hook under the bait As sparks do upwards fly Even so am I To troubles born at every turn we meet Reproach and iâ—nomy My Honours be My wealth serves but to buy a winding sheet Yet courage take my soul Let faith controul Thy reason let it fix thy thoughts elsewhere These worldly things ne're can Make happy man Thy happinesse comes from a higher sphere With holy Job then know Though thou art low Thy head 's as high as heaven there lives he Who thy Redeemer is And that thy bliss In seeing him with these same eyes shal be Worldly delights be gone In him alone All wealth all honor and all pleasure lies No sorrowes then shall rest Within my brest His hand shal wipe all tears from my sad eys His hand my head shall raise And crown with joyes Such joies no eye hath seen nor ear hath heard No tongue of men can tell Nor Angels well Only to feel them shall be my reward 2 Cor. 12.10 When I am weake then I am strong WHat Paradox is this that there should be Weakness and strength at the same time in me A Paradox to Nature not to Grace Where without contradiction both have place When I am weakin body then I find That I am strong i' th' vertues of the mind And when I am brought by affliction low Then I in spiritual comforts high do grow When of my self I cannot go nor stand Yet I supported by Gods heavenly hand Can safely travel through a world of wo Yea through the valley of deaths shadow go And fear no ill walk through a sea of troubles Yet never sink counting the waves but bubbles Which my faith blowes away my hope doth sound The greatest depths and even touch the ground When I am ready to be swallowed by Deaths greedy jawes faith sets me up on high Like Moses on Mount Pisgah whence I can Behold a better Land of Canaan And enter too where I with joy shall see His glories in a blest eternity If so much strength to weakness doth belong Lord make me weak that thou maist make me strong Gal. 2.20 Nevertheless I live yet not I but Christ liveth in me and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave his life for me BEhold the priviledg of a Christian Above another man Both Tenants to one Lord Yet in their Tenures they do not accord One hath two lives in present and the third In future but confirm'd by Gods own Word The life of Nature first the life of Grace Takes up the second place The life of Glory last Which comes not till the other two are past The Christian esteems the Natural Compar'd with th' other nothing worth at all The Natural man in present hath but one And in reversion none Yet he doth so depend Upon that one as if it ne're would end Not once considering how each trivial thing Serves to draw on its speedy ruining And as the beasts that perish so shal â—e To dust dissolved be Yea a worse mischief shall After this life this wretched man befall Of his unhappiness it being the least That his short breath expireth like the beast For his one life a double death shall have His body in the grave His soul in hell shall lye A second death that 's to eternity A miserable man he is indeed Whose single short life two long deaths succeed I will account no more
of a Dove To fly unto the bosome of our Love There we should rest securely from all harmes Embracing and embraced in his armes But what is this behold another sight Two men or Angels rather clad in white Angels Leave gazing thus ye men of Galilee For this same Jesus you shall shortly see Returne again in the same manner as You now beheld him hence to Heaven pass He 's gone but to prepare for you a place Against the time that you have run your race Leave wishing too for wishes will not raise You to the mansions of those endlesse joies Where he resides but let your thoughts all bend In heavenly conversation to ascend Follow his holy steps for so you shall Have your Ascension bodie soul and all Apostles We thank you for your counsel and obey This having said they all depart away Th' Angels to heaven th' Apostles homeward went Expecting when the Spirit should be sent And they endu'd with power from the Lord To save the world by preaching of the Word Upon all Saints day SUch honour have all the Lords Saints that we Keep this day holy to their memorie And reason good for they examples are To us in life and death of vertues rare For though all vertues in some measure met In all the saints as lines i' th' center yet Some special grace in every one did dwel Wherein each one the other did excel Thus Abram for his Faith was most renown'd Job for his singular Patience was crown'd Moses for Meeknesse did all men surpasse Elias for his Zeale most famous was David is for an Upright heart commended Josias for a Tender heart transcended John the Evangelist for Charity And John the Baptist for Austerity Saint Paul for his Humility surmounted When chief of sinners he himself accounted And least of all th' Apostles though indeed For pains and parts he did the rest exceed Peter for Penitence the prize doth bear Who for his sinne shed many a bitter teare Now as their life to us serves for a light So is their death most precious in Gods sight By that we learn to live by this to die By both we come to immortality Since then they are such happy guides wel may We solemnize at least one annual day Unto their honour yet not guiltie be Of superstition or Idolatry When we observe this day we do no more Then reverence them as Saints not them adore God's the sole object of our invocation They but the pattern for our imitation And 't is our prayer alwaies on this day That we their godly living follow may Til we with them at last come to partake Of joyes unspeakable for Christ his sake Whiles thus we celebrate this festival None can us justly superstitious cal To Christ A Poem of Hugo Grot. Sil. lib. 1. p. 10. Translated O Christ which art the head of every thing From whom a better life then this doth spring Thy Fathers measure yet unmeasured Whom whiles that he himself contemplated In his high mind he streams forth light of light And sees himself in 's equal image bright Like whom the world and the worlds guardian man Was made but O he suddainly began To be rebellious his high honour lâ—st And prest with crimes which him most deerly cost Becoming guilty of the greatest pain In this state lay and had for ever laine But that thy Father his case pitying did Give thee who with himself before wast hid Under concealed light eternal love Unto his Church did him to mercy move His truth by dreams he wil reveal no more Nor visions by his Prophets as before But willing now a living Law to make And lasting league with men lo thou didst take A mortal body and a man-like face Yet not begot the way of humane race By filthy lust but thou conceived wast By power divine born of a Virgin chaste Though thou no purple hadst to cloth thee then Bâ—ing newly born nor bands of armed men To compasse thee about and be thy guard Yet Citizens of heaven keep watch and ward And divine Anthems sang about thy stal More royal thus then any Princes Hall The beasts and shepherds thee incircled there Poor but far happier then all Kings they were In that they knew thee thou a new come guest Wert by thy heaven to earth made manifest The Magi stood amaz'd a starre to see Ne're seen before how great say they is he That 's born to honour whom new stars appear Yee â—erie signes of heaven your light forbear Forbeare ye wandring stars and Charls his Wayne To guide the Passengers upon the Maine For through the various waves of things below And life's uncertainties this Star doth show The way not that which unto Babylon brings Proud in the Courts of her Arsâ—oian Kings Nor to the Palaces of Tibur stout Nor to Jerusalem's turrets but points out The Cottages of Bethlehem and the door Of shepherds tents Jewes seek your King no more Amongst the Cornets and the Trumpets sound And th' Arms wherewith mans furie doth surround Himself ye know not wretches as ye be How neer a thing to heaven is povertie How sweet to suffer tel the Parthians now Goe tel the Romans tel your Herod how Hee 'll make the blind to see the lame to walk Hee 'll make the deaf to hear the dumb to talke Hee 'll heal all plagues and sicknesses with ease By 's word not herbs and calm the raging seas Thousands he wil with little food sustain Himself long time with none and raise again The dead make water wine at his command And walk upon the sea as on dry land Let them whom jewels deck let Martial men Try if they can perform the like again These my poor Christ can doe nor doth he cure Bodies alone but minds of men make pure Purges their brests that are possest with sin And heals the plague-sick world which we live in Thus a right way he takes whiles those that stand And mightie are he puls down with his hand Those that are weak and fallen he erects But look what stirrs i' th' heavens What strange aspects And strife of things Whiles so great good in thee Is recompenc'd with hateful crueltie Not by the Sythian or the barbarous men Of Affrick or the north Pole Citizen But by good Abrahams off-spring who alone Of all the nations was thy chosen one Such mischiefe black ambition can do Whiles't being incens'd with pride and hatred too It rages under faigned piety A simple fate thou didst not perish by But as a thief thou di'dst though innocent To undergoe our sin and punishment The sins of all the world did lye on thee Since Adam ate of the forbidden tree From that first hour to this they prest thee all On us those bonds on us those blowes should fall Those sharp black thorns should prick our temple veins The Sergeant should us drag to endlesse pains The nails should pierce our hands the spear our side And we without delay
DIVINE POEMS WRITTEN By THOMAS WASHBOURNE Bachelour in Divinity Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci A Verse may find him who a Sermon flyes And turn delight into a Sacrifice Herberts Church Porch LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley at the Princes Arms in S. Paul's Church-yard 1654. TO THE READER NOt any itching ambition to bee in print thogh a very catching Disease of the time but a zealous affection to be doing some good though by weak meanes hath inclined the Authour to the publication of these Papers in hopes that the reading of them may make some pious impressions on thy soul as the writing of them did in his He is no pretender to extraordinary Gifts of the Spirit as too many are who have very little or no evidence to commend or approve them to others whatsoever high conceits they may have of themselvs yet he is modestly confident that as these his Meditations now running in Verse streamed for the most part from the Sanctuary the Fountain of the Sacred Scriptures so in some measure they derive a tincture from those holy Waters which though they may not relish well with the captious Critick or the sullen Cinnick to whom they are not intended yet hee believes they will not displease the Charitable and Consciencious Christian presuming that thou art such he is bold to present them to thy view in print and thee to God in prayer desiring thee to esteem of him no otherwise then of thy Servant in Christ WASH To the Right honourable My ever Honoured Lady The LADY VERE Madam SOme of these Papers coming to your view Receiv'd incouragement from you You first commended them unto the Press And therefore I could do no less Then give them these commands First that they kiss your hands Then at your Honours feet let them fall low Confessing they their being to you owe Nor is this all but let them further-say I owe you more and more would pay If I knew how yet 't is my hopes you will Take this in part of the whole bill As patient Creditors use Those Debtors who their dues Acknowledge and by fair intreaty win A longer day to pay their money in To His Ever honoured MOTHER The UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD LEt Poets pray the Gods their wit t' inspire My holy Flames are kindled by thy fire My Muse drinks at thy Fountain thou alone To me Parnassus art and Helicon And though that some would dam up all thy streams And with their new lights put out thy old beams Yet I shall pray and hope Heaven will me hear That thy light still may shine thy Spring run clear I tender thee this slender offering Wishing that I a better had to bring But what it wants either of wit or Art To make it up I here present my Heart To his Learned Pious Friend the AUTHOUR MOst do but sin in Verse and pale sheets dress Fitter to cloath their pennance then the Press And all their vain though most advanced Rimes Are but soft mischiefs and ingenuous Crimes For to write wellâ—where it is ill to write Is to transgress a Poem nor indite Loose fancies frenzies are and our fond layes Require more wreaths of Hellebore then Bayes But from thy guided choice thy Poem is Not thy distemper but thy Artifice Thy numbers are thy Zeal yet not thy fit This is not to impart but hallow wit MARTIN LLEUELLIN M.D. On the Author THe Muses met to find a way though late Their servants trespasses to expiate And make amends for the wit vainly spent On many an ungracious Argument Urania said I have a man of worth Whose Verse is holy he shall put it forth C. B. To the READER of my Dearly Loved because truly Pious Friend Mr. T. W.'s RELIGIOUS POEMS DRaw neer but draw devoutly for you may Better keep hence then come and be away And yet approach still though thy soul brings none That it may carry hence Devotion Expect if thou be such some loose sin here That so thou maist be caught at unaware So Heathens when to Christian slaughter they With Pagan hate flock'd only to annoy Did return Converts and there learnt to do What they saw done hope confess and dye too He that came Snake and Sâ—rpent sting and hiss Did return man for there he left all these He that did come and but in part a man Went back a whole and intire Christian He that was got so far would stil go on And by Gods faith reach up to Gods own Son Serpent too much and man too little I And Christian too he would be saint and dye Bâ—the in these Sion streams that ev'n thou here May'st be a Star a Sun i' th' upper Sphere This is the way to bâ—th way and end this Wil infuse Pâ—ety and that assure blisse This wil that Serpent of thy heart unskin And to thy false brow add a Man within Make thee love God and man unlike him who 'Cause he can't hit God shâ—ots his image through This wil first teach thee to escape his hel And then-convey thee whence that serpent fell Til thus thou lov'st and loath'st it is not safe To tel thee all the holinesse of each leafe For what to cock is Jewel Pearl to sow His chaffe her husks are Pearl and Jewel too Here is no chaffe noâ— husks the Prodigal May hither come and find it good corn all Come hither they who the vain Poets prize For their unsens'd verbal Hyperbolies Can they expresse beyond a heaven Here You have that only and what came from there Make they a God and then by him rehearse The God that made this man fils all his verse Does a faire Virgin teach them to indite Faith is his Lady by whose beams to write Her and her God he loves more then all they Can by their false Gods to their false loves say Expect no fond invokings We confesse There is no Genius besides holinesse Were this left out had he another theame Child's straw and bubbles would be all the gemme How many and none compose and not compose For without this 't is neither Rime nor Prose Read this mans storms and that mans fairer weather Compare them both to none not each to either What get you but that you can only tell Tâ—is line 's like that a decasyllable That he was Knight the gentleman Their fire Tun'd not to Davids but Apollo's lyre And that because there is in neither even What was in Johnson's self a close to heaven How many shillings have I thrown away To read in Monteigne his own Prose-essay Mixt with some lay because but prophane song Unspirited with firm religion When I read Finis this is all I know Both are the same piece Author and work too His book 's his self when That my hand does carry I graspe both Caesar and his Commentary Why did I give so much that I might look On a French picture not worth a French Cooke One Quelque Chose and you have
twice born that made this Poesie Nature imparted little to his wit 'T was grace which had the greatest hand in it His pen came from the wing of th' holy Dove Dropping no gall but innocence and Love No scurrilous obscenity to make It vendible and with the Rabble take No tenter stretch'â— conceits no puff-paste strains Which serve not to instruct but wrack mens brains No such as their invention draw from wine And reele into a Verse but all Divine Clear as the beams are of th' inlightned day Smooth as the Galaxy or milkie way Pure as Ezekiels waters which did glide Forth of the Sanctuary on each side Made not to please the Pallat of the foule And carnal man but to revive the soul That humbled is at sight and sense of sin To cheere his spirits comfort him within To scare bold sinners from their wicked course And win them to a penitent remorse That they who take these Poems up as men May lay them down as Saints made by his pen Thus Ambrose catch't an Austin by his quaint Divinity the Manichee turn'd Saint E. P. The Table THe Accident 135 Affliction brings man home 22 The Ague 134 Angels our guardians Psal. 91.11 12 18 The Antipodes 90 All Saints 110 The Ascension 107 The passing Bel 94 The Blind man Mark 10.51 49 Gods Bottle Psal. 56.8 14 The heavy burden Psal. 38.4 12 The bush burning Exod. 3.2 2 Care cast on God 1 Pet. 5.7 75 The child and the old man 130 Christs second coming compared 89 Christ calumniated Matth. 11.19 46 Christs cup Matth. 26.39 48 To Christ Jesus 140 The Church black but comely Cant. 1.5 29 The Circulation Eccles. 12.7 27 No continuing City Heb. 13.14 71 The good mans clothing Job 29 14. 8 The Circumcision 105 Man complaining without just cause Lam. 3.39 32 Country Disputations 133 To day heare Gods voice Psal 95.8 20 An Apostle a Divel John 6.70 52 Of Divine Love 8â— The Dove and Serpent Matth 10.16 4â— The dream 10â— The drunkard 12â— Gods two dwellings Isa. 57.15 3â— The Eccho 8â— Faith and works Jam. 2.20 7â— Fear of falling 1 Cor. 10.12 6â— Former favours earnests of future 1 Sam. 17 37. 7â— The fountain Zach. 13. â— 40 To Doctor Hammond 122 The best Harbinger John 14 2. 56 The good harvest 101 No hiding from God Gen 3.8 p. 1. The Christians hope not in this life 1 Cor. 15.19 64 Gods Jewels Mal. 3.17 42 The impartial judgment Rev 20.11 12. 76 The Inquisition Zeph. 1.12 39 To his kinsman Sir E. B. 118 To the Lady M. C. 125 To the Lady M. T. 120 To the Lady P. 121 To the Lady R. 119 The Larum 95 Against going to Law for trifles 127 Much in a little Psal 37.16 11 The three lives of a Christian Gal. 2.20 67 To the malicâ—ous man 128 What is man Psal. 8 4. 10 To one that married a rich but most unhandsome woman 131 The Mystical marriage 34 To his Cousin Mistriss M.B. 123 Themist 126 Noâ—e but God Psal. 73.25 15 Paul Paradox 2 Cor. 12.10 66 Passion without Reason Jonah 4.1 36 The Pastoral 84 The path of the just Prov. 4.18 23 Christ persecuted in his members Act 9.4.5 58 Peters prayer Luke 5.8 51 The power of Prayer Exod. 32.10 3 Lay mens preaching 98 Upon Doctor Prideaux 116 A Poem of Grotius translated 111 Two of Boethius translated 114 11â— The Race Phil. 3.13 14. 69 The Resurrection 206 The Rock Numb. 20.11 4 Scylla and Garybdis 96 Secret things belong to God Deut. 29.29 6 The holy separatist Psal. 4.3 9 The Snake in the garden 81 Snow in May 138 Treasures only in heaven Matth. 6.19 20. 43 The Temple of the holy Ghost 1 Cor. 6.19 60 The contrary effects of Tobacco 110 The tooth-ach 93 Upon denyal of Tythes 87 The Vine wasted Psal. 80 12.13 16 The way the truth and the life Joh. 14 6. 57 The wind and sunne 102 The souls wish 88 The wounded spirit Prov. 18.14 25 Youths Memento Eccles. 12.1 26 GEN 3.8 And Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the Trees of the Garden WHat fancies sin in our first Parents wrought That they a hiding place so quickly sought From Gods all-seeing Eye As if that he Who form'd the eye were blind and could not see Thorow the thickest trees or darkest shade Which in that Garden he himself had made Such simple fools are their posterity Who seek out places of obscurity To sin unseene and mask themselves all over That God should not their wicked deeds discover As though that they from him themselves could shrowd Like Juno from Ixion in a cloud Or like the Wood-cock hide their heads and then 'Cause they see none think none sees them agen Be not deceiv'd a double folly lies In sinning first then hoodwinking Gods eyes All 's one to him the darknesse and the light The night as clear as day is in his fight Think not by putting of a candle out Or drawing of a curtain round about Thy bed or by fast barring of thy door To shut God out or make him see no more Thou canst not be invisible to him Who did behold thy substance every limme And member of thy body ere that they Were perfect and received day by day Their form and fashion the womb to him was Cleare as the Chrystal or the purest glasse Search the worlds closest corners o're and o're 'Mongst all thou canst not finde a place that 's more Invisible and secret then reveal Thy sin to God which thou canst not conceale And what thou canst not hide from him confesse So seeing hee 'le noâ— see thy wickednesse But with the whitest Robe wil cover thee That without fear or shame thou may'st him see EXOD. 3.2 And the Angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and he looked and behold the bush burned with fire and was not consumed LOe here a sight Presented to the eye A Bush on fire flaming bright Yet not consum'd a wondrous mysterie The Bush the Church Affliction is the fire Which serves not to destroy but search And try her gold raising the value higher It gathers dust And â—ullied is with ease Wherefore to rub off all the rust To cast it in this fire God doth please Whence it comes forth Far brighter then before And is advanced much in worth One pound being equal now unto a score This bush that flame Could never long withstand Unlesse the Lord were in the same T is he that doth uphold it with his hand Whiles he is there And doth his light dispense The heat we need not greatly fear How ere it may seeme grievous to our sense For though we be I th' fiery furnace cast Our faith the Son of God may see Preserving of our very haires from waste Much more he will By his almighty arme Defend the souls of his Saints still That by this fire they shall
all Albeit I did him often call O then take heed do not delay The hearing of my voice a day The thief o' th' Crosse no pattern is For thy deferr'd repentance his VVas extraordinary thou Ought'st not to look for the like now VVhen Christ is crucifi'd once more Presume upon it not before Psalm 119.67 Before I was afflicted I went astray but now have I kept thy word MAn like a silly sheep doth often stray Not knowing of his way Blind Deserts and the wilderness of Sin He daily travels in There 's nothing wil reduce him sooner then Afflictions to his pen He wanders in the Sunshine but in rain And stormy weather hastens home again Thou the great Shepherd of my soul O keep Me thy unworthy sheep From gadding or if fair means wil not do it Let soul then bring me to it Rather then I should perish in my error Lord bring me back with terror Better I be chastized with thy rod And shepherds staff then stray from thee my God Though for the present stripes do grieve me fore At last they profit more And make me to observe thy word which I Neglected formerly Let me come home rather by weeping cross Then still be at a losse For health I 'd rather take a bitter pil Then eating sweet-meats to be alwayes ill Prov. 4.18 The path of the Just is as the shining light that shineth more and more unto the perfect day THe just mans life 's the path to heaven Though narrow yet 't is even No dark nor obscure way But shining bright as is the day And as the day 's each minute brighter so He step by step doth to perfection go No violent motion 't is but creeps A gentle pace and peeps Like break of day a light That 's chequer'd betwixt black and white Till it increasing more and more appear A perfect day within the Hemisphere The man new started from his sins VVhen he his race begins Just so much light he hath To shew him that there is a path VVhich leads to heaven though scarce enough to guide His feet from slipping sometimes on each side A little now a little then As he Christ cur'd saw ' men VValking at first like trees So doth the righteous by degrees Each cross he meets at first seems more then man A Gyant in his way to Canaan But as his light his courage growes And then away he throwes His fears takes heart of Grace And boldly looks the world i' th' face Bids do its worst and what before did seem A Monster now a Pigmy he doth deem Vice in his Native colours he Sees and hates perfectly Vertue 's the thing alone That he makes his companion Adding of grace to grace till that his Sun To the Meridian of his day hath run And then like Joshuah's fixed stands To do all Gods commands Nor shall it e're go down But glory shall his graces crown And make one constant day that knowes no night Nor lessening nor augmenting of his light Lord let thy grace about me shine That I may not decline The path which leads to thee And may it still increasing be Till grace and glory shall unite their rayes Into one perfect light that ne're decayes Prov. 18.14 A wounded spirit who can bear IS 't possible who will believe A spirit can wounded be and grieve What hath no body needs no blows to fear Yet 't is most true Gods word tells you A wounded spirit who can bear One thing there is a soul will wound So deeply that 't will bleed and swound And even dye for grief for shame for fear Sin is the thing Doth all this bring A wounded spirit who can bear Sin 's a two edged sword which slayes The soul of man a thousand wayes It kil'd the divell though he a Spirit were For dead he is To Grace to bliss A wounded spirit who can bear That man whose conscience within Is galled with a crying sin How much it wracks him how it doth him tear No tongue can tell 'T is worse then hell A wounded spirit who can bear Since then it so torments the mind O Lord let me this favour find Prevent me with thy grace whiles I live here That I may be From great sins free An innocent spirit let me bear Or if that favour be too high Yet this I pray thee not deny That soveraign Balsom though it cost thee deer Thy blood I mean To wash me clean A cleansed spirit I can bear Eccles. 12.1 Remember now thy Creator in the dayes of thy youth KInd is that piety which doth begin In youth e're 't is accustom'd unto sin The mind white paper is and will admit Of any Lesson you will write in it What 's then imprinted there doth firmly stand Not to be blotted out by any hand But when that vice hath first took up the place 'T will be a double labour one to rase Out that which long hath got possession Another for to make a new impression And a much harder task you wil it find To root out vice then vertue plant i'th'mind To cast one Divel out is greater pain Then two good Angels there to entertain To keep a Vessel sweet is not so much As when once sowred 't is to make it such And look at first how it hath season'd blâ— It will retain that odour still therein He that ne're thinks on God till he is old Gray headed and his blood froze up with cold Wrack with Diseases one foot in the grave Whom all the Art of Physick cannot save A Colledg of Physicians not reprieve Or keep his carkass scarce a day alive O what a business it will be to climb To heaven by penitence when there 's no time Nor means for him to do it in but he By vertue of his faith not works must be Rapt thither in an instant as if heaven Would be to him at the first asking given But man remember thy Creator now Whiles God both time and means doth thee allow Trust not thy soul upon a broken reed Faith without works will stand in little steed When thy first dayes and best in sin are past Think not God will accept thy worst and last Eccles. 12.7 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was and the Spirit shall returne to God that gave it OUr famous Harvey hath made good The circulation of the blood And what was paradox we know To be a demonstration now The like in bodies doth befall Civil as well as Natural Such revolutions in them found That they are alwaies turning round We knew a kingdome which of late Converted was into a State And from the hands of many men That State devolv'd to one agen VVe know that wealth which now doth flow I' th' City veins did lately grow I' th' Country furrowes and the same Soon runs to th' place from whence it came VVe know our bodies frame of dust At first created was and must Crumble to dust ere long we
And swell with poison till they burst Spit all their venom on me Till they believe they have undone me Cast all the dirt they can To make me like them a bad man It shall not trouble me Since so they served thee My Lord and Master suffered so VVhy should I Scot-free think to go VVhiles thou art witnesse of my innocence I 'l take it for a favour no offence Matth. 26.39 O my Father if it be possible let this cup passe from me neverthelesse not as I wil but as thou wilt LOrd what a bitter draught this was Which made thee pray Thy Father thrice that it might passe From thee away 'T was deadly poison fil'd the glasse Thy Fathers wrath and our sins were Both in one cup Who then could blame thee for to fear To drink it up Or pray it might not thee come neer Yet such thy love to man was and Thy duty to Thy Father thou wouldst not withstand His wil but do What e're it pleas'd him to command Though it displeasing were to thine As flesh and blood Thou saidst Thy wil be done not mine I think it good This cup no longer to decline My God it is my purpose now Sin to detest And never more it room allow within my brest Since with 't thy cup did overflow But if to me dispos'd thou art Some of the gall And bitter potion to impart I 'l take it all And pledge my Lord with all my heart And good cause why since I am sure That on the Crosse Thou drank'st the dregs I may endure A gentle dose 'T wil not my corr'sive be but cure Mark 10.51 The blind man said unto Jesus Lord that I may receive my sight WHat wouldst thou see poor man that thou wouldst fain Receive thy sight again Should Beauty be thy object That 's a fire Wil kindle loose desire And put thy soul out making thee in minde As in thy body blind I made a Covenant with mine eye Job said Not once to look on maid If then to gaze on beauty thou delight 〈…〉 want thy 〈◊〉 What wouldst thou see poor man that thou wouldst fain Receive thy sight again Should Riches be thy Object they entice Unto a baser vice And make thee poorer then thou wast before By coveting of more Wishing with Achan for that wedge of gold Thou didst but now behold Or else with Ahab longing to be Lord Of Naboth his Vineyard If then to gaze on riches thou delight Thou'dst better want thy sight What wouldst thou see poor man that thou wouldst fain Receive thy sight again Should Honour be thy object That 's a thing No true content can bring But puffe thee up with an ambitious rage And to high acts engage With Herod Law and Justice trampling downe Thereby to gain a Crown Til Icarus his fal become thy fate And thou repent too late If then to gaze on Honour thou delight Thou'dst better vvant thy sight What woudlst thou see poor man that thou wouldst fain Receive thy sight again Should Jesus be thy Object He is one Worth looking on alone For hadst thou eies in 's person thou mightest see Both God and man to be Humilitie his majestie did shade When he a man was made Thou couldst not see his face and live before That flesh had veild him o're As friend with friend so thou maist with him talk As Moses once and walk As Enoch did but more familiarly Since he 's a man like thee In all but sin in him as in a glass We see God face to face The Godhead bodily in him doth dwel Of life he is the well The way to heaven the spring of grace and glory O 't is too long a story To tell thee what he is so great 's his worth No pen can set it forth Though snatcht from Angels wing wel maist thou pray To see this Star of day This Sun of Righteousness which with his raies Produceth endless joies If then to gaze on Jesus thou delight 'T were best to be all sight Pray still that he would give thee the fruition Of this thrice happy vision Luke 5.8 Lord depart from me for I am a sinful man LOrd thou art just I am a sinful man Thou art as fire and I as tow how can We meet together but I needs must be Consum'd to dust and ashes strait by thee Since I so frail am thou so furioâ—s art Have I not cause to pray thee Lord depart Yet thou art merciful as well as just And he from whom thou partest perish must As I do fear thy Justice so do I Thy mercie want to help my miserie Have I not then far greater cause to pray That thou wouldst not depart but with me stay My God in thee both Attributes combine Enough for me if one of them be mine Thus thou whose presence heaven and earth doth stil Maâ—â—t go from me and yet be with me stil Whiles I am sinful Justice get thee gone Mercy be thou my sole companion John 6.70 Have not I chosen you twelve and one of you is a divel NOt chance but choice did first Apostles make Christ did not them at all adventures take But as his heavenly wisdome thought most fit For his own purpose so he order'd it He raised not an army for to fight And force religion but did men invite By gentle means twelve of the simpler sort Serv'd to make up his train aâ—d kept his court His father could if so he had been bent Have more then twelve legions of Angels sent To wait upon him but he was inclin'd To put off state and put on a meek mind That so the world condemned by mans pride Might by an humble God be justified These twelve thus chosen were enabled too 〈…〉 divine all miracles to do All languages to speak and by his word All nations to turn unto the Lord Let the pretenders then unto the Spirit Pâ—ove by the like effects that they inherit Th' Apostles preaching office and we shall Obey their voice and hearken to their call But whiles they speak no language but their own Nor any miracles to work are knowne Yet take upon them the Apostles places To teach and preach though void of all their graces Have we not reason then to think that they Who enter not by th' door but some back way Into the sheepfold and not called dare Intrude thus boldly no true Shepherds are But wolves that under a false vizard creepe Not to instruct but to devour the sheep But who would ever have imagined One of Christs Colledg which had Christ for head And founder too should divel turne and be A traitor to his master Yet we see One of these twelve that could preach very wel And wonders work his own deer Lord did sel For a smal matter thus the best of things Corrupted once the worst contagion brings What place or person can be free from vice Which seised on man even in paradise Crept into heaven and Angels caus'd to
this life of mine To be my own but thine Not I but thou dost live In me who for me Lord thy self didst give It was thy love that made thee dye for me It is my faith that makes me live in thee Phil. 3.13 14. I count not my selfe to have apprehended but this one thing I do forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forth unto those things which are before I press toward the Mark for the prize of the high Calling of God in Christ Jesus THis ilfe is like a race Where every one 's a Runner and the prize A Crown of Glory Heavens the place Where the Mark's set before our eyes I who have not as yet Scarce run out half the way must not sit down And think I 've done enough but sweat And labour hard to get the Crown Nor may I cast an eye Behind to see how many I 've out run But with the foremost I must vie And better end then I begun For if I fail at last When I have gone the greatest part o' th' Race Or give off when the worst is past It will be much to my disgrace Nor is that all but then Another man shall take my crown from me And I with the faint-hearted men Out of the Lists quite cast shall be O Lord do thou annoint Me with thy oil of Grace from top to toe In every lim and every joint That I may never weary grow But persevering in My course with vigorous and active strength May be so happy as to win The Goal first and the Crown at length Heb. 13.14 Here we have no continuing City but we seek one to come MAn is a Creature loves society And cannot long alone be well Hence God made Eve that she Might with him dwell From these two sprung A numerous family That to a City grew ere long And that impli'd strength and stability But see how soon this City came to nought Being destroy'd with its own weight And by division brought To ruine strait Then how can we A City have that 's strong Or permanent It cannot be What 's made with hands should e're continue long The best is made with lime and stone how then Can that which is compact of such Frail matter last yet men Are frailer much Those men that make This City are all cast In moulds of Clay and do partake Of earth themselves such vessels cannot last Nor they nor yet their City can endure Many mishaps there be will end them To perish they are sure None can defend them Each little thing To pieces breaks their frame A very wind a breath will bring Them to that nothing whence at first they came Yet whiles their worst part crumbles to the dust And falls to ashes in their urn Their souls immortal must To God return That God hath made A City without hands For them which ne're shall fail nor fade Unmoveable its vast foundation stands A most magnificent and glorious place Which they that see 't can scarce set forth Or give it half the grace As to its worth There God keeps Court Millions on either side Of Saints and Angels do resort To wait on him this City's wondrous wide The least of all those many Mansions therâ— Our greatest Cities far transcend Each one 's a Kingdom which shall ne're Admit of end This then alone Requires our chiefest care In seeking it for there is none On earth's round ball that can with it compare On this lets fix our thoughts to this aspire To this let all our actions tend Be it our sole desire There to ascend For all our bliss God hath reserv'd above Our happiness there seated is There is our Treasure there must be our love James 2.20 Wilt thou know O vain man that faith without works is dead HEark vain man hark what the Apostle saith And do not boast so much of thy great faith For though 't were able mountains to remove 'T is nothing worth unless it woâ—k by love Love is the life of it 't is thaâ— alone Which quickens it or else 't is dead 't is none That man who breaths not at the mouth a jor Whose heart no motion hath whose pulse beaâ—s not We say is dead the like we â—ay infer Concerning faith that 's dead which doth not stir If it be living 't will be active too What the heart thinks mouth speaks the hands will do Let others shew their faith if that they please Without their works while I shew mine by these First my Religion shal be pure and then Peaceable if it be possible with men Forgiving wrongs giving what I can spare To those that want and in distresses are I wil be feet to th' lame eyes to the blind Helpful to all and unto none unkind If thus my faith be qualifi'd I shall Approve it to my self to God to all 1 Peter 5.7 Casting all your care upon God for he careth for you COme heavy souls opprest that are With doubts and fears and carking care Lay all your burthens down and see Where 's one that carried once a tree Upon his back and which is more A heavier weight your sins he bore Think then how easily he can Your sorrowes bear that 's God and Man Think too how willing he 's to take Your care on him who for your sake Sweat bloody drops pray'd fasted cry'd Was bound scourg'd mockt and crucifi'd He that so much for you did do Will yet do more and care for you Rev. 20.11 12. And I saw a great white Throne and him that sate on it from whose face the Earth and the Heaven fled away and there was found no place for them And I saw the dead both small and great stand before God and the Books were opened and another Book was opened which is the Book of Life and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the Books according to their works HAd I the Art in painting like to him Who did the day of Doom so lively limn That when a Heathen Prince beheld the same With terror struck a Christian he became Thus would I set it forth unto your eye The Heavens should put on a sable dye Mask'd with the blackest vail of thickest clouds Which to the Sun Moon Stars should be as shâ—owds To muffle them in one continued night Not once affording the least spark of light Hiding their heads as sham'd or griev'd to see The horrid sins of men which then should be Made manifest and naked to the world And the dire plagues that on them should be hurs'd From this sad object let your eye retire To th' other side and see the earth on fire The Sea all bloud the Throne of God on high Whereon he sits in glorious Majesty Legions of Angels him surrounding there Millions of men that newly raised were Out of their Sepulchres by his command To hear their final sentence trembling stand Below the Divels in the various shapes Of hideous
to preserve in me a constant motion Of fervent Zeal to thee and pure devotion That all my thoughts words actions may prove There is no passion half so strong as Love A passion is 't a divine vertue rather Which from a Deity springs and calls God Father Yea Love is God and God is love O then Adore but not profane it with thy pen The Eccho or Answer of a good Conscience WHat 's a good Conscience Eccho canst say Ay. Say then and what 't is manifest A feast Where is 't i' th' Understanding wholly O lye Is it then Eccho in my brest My rest Rest is'â—â—rom pain or sin say whether Either If both 'T is heaven on earth a Saints bliss Yes Is 't in our own or others powers Ours O then a jewel 't is rich and bright Right Then tell me how shall I come by it Buy it If Gold will buy 't Gold I 'l provide O wide If Gold will not what else will do it Do it Is 't not enough that I believe well Live wel Dos't not consist in good affections Actions To get it are good works the best way Ay. How long must this be my endeavour Ever A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Concerning the JOYES of HEAVEN And the PAINES of HELL DAMON PHILLIS Phillis DAmon Is 't true or do they fain Who say that we shall live again After w' are dead Dam. Philis 'T is so That thou and I and all must go To another world where we In endless Joyes or Pains must be Phillis Damon I prethee Damon tell How call'st thou it Dam. Heaven or Hell Phillis What is Heaven Damon say Damon A place where all the year is May Where every bird doth sit and sing Continually as in the spring Where are alwaies to be seen Flowry meadows pastures green Where many springs and fountaines meet As Chrystal cleer as hony sweet Rich flocks whose fleeces are of gold And whose flâ—sh never wil grow old But the Ewe is as tender there As the new fallen Lamb is here The shepherd needs not watch to keep Either from wolfe or beat his sheep No beast comes there that 's fierce or wild They are all innocent and mild No grief nor want amongst them found But all are wel and safe and sound Our Roundelayes harsh discords be Unto their sweetest harmonie Beyond the musick of the spheares O thou wouldst wish to be all ears Our feasts if we to theirs compare Not feasts but rather fasts they are Their food so ful yet without waste O thou wouldst wish to be all taste Phil. O happie place be thou my guide That I may ever there abide But once more Damon prethee tell What is that place thou callest Hel Dam. A dismal place where is no light 'T is alwaies winter alwaies night Where vultures feed on men and where The Scretch-owle cryeth all the year The ground with flames is parcht about Like those mount Etna sendeth out No flowers nor wholesome herbs are seen Not any that are sweet or green Grow in that soile which nought else breâ—ds But hemlock and such poisonous weeds Which who so tastes he soon goes sad And thorow deep despaire runs mad No fountain but one standing ditch Whose water is as black as pitch Bitter as gall so foul doth stink That you may smeâ—'t before you drink But if you drink it poisons you And makes you black as it self too There be no sheep but goats whose hair Doth like bores bristles wildely stare They 're old and tough and monstruous evil Fit meat for none but for the divel Pandora's box there opened first Hath made the place e're since accurst With all diseases which do stil Much torment cause yet never kil Th' inhabitants there never dye But in quenchlesse fire they fry Their best musick is the groans And howlings of the damned ones In stead of feasting on good meat The worm of conscience doth them eate Like Tantalus fruit they may see Yet never taste but starved be Phil. O wretched place be thou my guide That I may never there abide Upon the peoples denying of Tythes in some places and ejecting their Pastors THe shepherd heretofore did keep And watch the sheep Whiles they poor creatures did rejoyce To hear his voice But now they that were us'd to stray Do know the way So perfectly that they can guide The shepherd when he goes aside To pay the tenth fleece they refuse As shepherds dues They know a trick worth two of that They can grow fat And wear their fleece on their own back But let him lack Meat drink and cloth and every thing Which should support and comfort bring What silly animals be these Themselves to please With fancies that they nothing need But safely feed Without the shepherds careful eye When lo they die E're they be ware being made a prey Unto the wolfe by night and day Besides they 're subject to the ror And God knowes what Diseases more which they endure And none can cure But the shepherds skilful hand In need they stand Of his Physick and his power To heale and help them every houre The danger set before their eyes Let them be wise Not trusting to their own direction Nor protection But to his rod his staffe submit His Art his wit For every sore a salve hath found And wil preserve them safe and sound The souls wish O How I long to be dissolv'd and see This mortal put on immortalitie Me thinks each day 's a yeer each year 's an age Til I arrive at that most glorious stage Of heaven where Saints and Martyrs gazing on Look if I tread the same steps they have gone But I like Drake so great a compasse take About the world such strange Meanders make That they have got the goal in shorter space Then I have been in running half my race So have I seen a christal streame to glide In various windings by a meadowes side Making a thousand paces 'bout the shore Which in a strait line had not been twelve score O my deer God cast down those banks of sin That interrupt my soul from running in An even channel to thy Sanctuary Ad wings unto my feet which soon may carry Unto her Ark my Dove-like Spirit blest By being fixt i' th' center of all rest Upon Christs coming to judgment LOrd when thou com'st to judg the world with right Thou 'st steale upon us like a thief i' th' night Or like a flash of lightning from the skie Or like the suddain twinkling of an eye Or like the pains on woman much about The time when once that her account is out O let me like to that good husband watch Lest that the thâ—ief me unprepared catch O let thy Grace be evermore my light That th' other lightning may not me affright O let mine eye be ever fixt on thee That thy last coming I with joy may see O let me cast up my accounts so well That I may never feel the pains of
a friend That whom he loves he loves unto the end What though sometimes he seems to frowne And with rough winds to blow me down The fault 's not his but mine For he would alwaies shine On me 't is I that change My sins make him look strange Yet under his bent brow I may discover Some smiling glances which betray a lover Shewing that he desires no more But that I be as heretofore For 't is his only aime To make me stil the same To him that he may be The very same to me Lord let me thy unchanging favour find I shall not need the Sun nor fear the wind Upon a dream that he was writing his Sermon Notes upon his naked brest that very morning that was the Anniversary of his Baptism THat on the High Priests brest-plate there was wrote Urim and Thummim it was not for nought 'Mongst other ends some thought it did imply Soundnesse in 's doctrine in 's life sanctity What e're it signified his lips we know With learning should his heart with grace o'reflow Both which present him fairer farre then all The sparkling stones in Aarons Pectoral He of all Preachers surely is the best That writes his sermon first on his own brest He prints his Notes before he speaks them who What e're he teacheth is resolv'd to do Himself and thus becomâ—s a double guide Doctrine on this example on that side He that hath Esaus hand and Jacobs voice Bâ—ilds with the one with th' other he destroyes Lord thou didst first imprint thy Law within The Tables of mans heart and when that sin Defaced had those characters thou then In stonie Tables printedst them again Sâ—nce they are broken humbly I implore That thou wouldst write them in my heart once more Ne're to be blotted out that so I may Both read them and observe them every day So I thy holy Vessel shall impart A taste to others yet within my heart Retain a favour to my self and so The way I point to others I shall go So what Saint Paul strove for I shal enjoy Having taught others be no Cast-away And as thy Law is written in my mind So in thy Book let me not fail to find My name inscrib'd with thine own sacred hand Which shall indelible for eveâ— stand But why upon my Christning day this dream Presented to my fancy 'T was a Theam Fit for the day for when the soul is made Pure by that washing then a ground is laid For Gods hand-writing 't is like Virgin wax Which only his Divine Impression lacks My God baptize me once more with thy blood And since thou dost not find me make me good Wash my soul clean and that I may be knowne To be thy Child O seal me for thine own A Soliloquy upon the Circumcision commonly called New-yeers-day WAs 't not enough that God himself became Man like to me and in all things the same Excepting sin alone but he must be Under the Law and circumciz'd for me O extasie of love which for my sake The Son of God the Son of man did make Make him an infant shed some drops of blood As the first fruits to that more liberal flood That flow'd in a ful tyde from every part His hands his feete his side his head his heart Whereof a soveraign balme he did compound To heale my wounds and make my sick soul sound What present O my soul hast thou to pay Thy God What New-yeers gift this New-yeers day Give him thy self who gave himself for thee A better offering there cannot be Do somewhat like him too and circumcise The foreskin of thy heart then sacrifice Thy purer thoughts to him and now begin This day to live to grace to dye to sin An other upon the Resurrection commonly called Easter day THis day my Lord rose early from the dead Whiles I securely sleep in my soft bed Not dreaming what he did my soule to save Which lay long dead and buried in the grave Of sin Haste then my soule and take new breath From Christ to raise thee from this spiritual death Up with the break of day and break thy chains Made by thy sins and wash away thy staines In that pure fountain which was opened wide And runs yet fresh out of thy Saviours side He rising left his grave clothes all behind Do so by thine and banish from thy mind All thoughts of putting them on any more But rise as gold refined from its ore Ne're to contract more drosse from earth again Clear and unspotted as the light remain So when that Christ to judg the world shall come Thou shalt not tremble at the day of doom But boldly stand before the judg and hear The final sentence publisht without fear To thy eternal comfort he shall say Good servant enter thou thy Masters Joy A Colloquy upon the Ascension commonly called Holy Thursday The SPEAKERS ANGELS CHRIST APOSTLES Angels WHo 's this from Edom comes with garments di'd From Bozra Di'd in blood which from his side His deer side issued ' Wast not he that late But three dayes since was crucifi'd What state He marches in The clouds his Chariot are And on the wings o' th' wind he rides 't is rare We ne're beheld the like unless it were When once a fiery Chariot did bear The Prophet hither which we wondred at But this a greater wonder is then that That Prophet di'd not but alive was caught And by the power of God to heaven brought We saw each wheel supported by his hand Yea we assisted by divine command By special commission being sent To wait upon him all the way he went Besides when he the Heavens mounted had Amongst his fellow Prophets he was glad To take his Seat but this man hath the grace To sit above us all and take his place At Gods right hand to him all knees do bow Christ Cease cease your wonder and I 'l tell you how And why this is know I am God and man As man I cannot do 't as God I can As man I dy'd and lay three dayes i' th' grave As God I rose again mighty to save My self and others from deaths greedy jawes From sins inthralment and the divels clawes I trod the wine-press of Gods wrath alone And of the people there was with me none I look'd but no man helpt all from me fled Yet mine own arm mine enemies conquered And led Captivity captive now as King Of Kings I come salvation for to bring Unto my Church and graces to powr down Upon her and with glories will her crown In the mean time do you descend with speed To comfort my Disciples at their need Lo at the Mount of Olives yet they stay Still looking after me begone away Apostles Oh we have lost the sight of him no more Shall we enjoy his presence as before What will become of us who now are left To the wide world of our dear Lord bereâ—t O that we had the swift wings
devise So on his head thou shalt heap coals of fire And softly melt his heart to thy desire So maist thou make thy foe to be thy friend And whom thou canst not break thus gently bend To the common Drunkard falsely called a Good Fellow CAnnot friends meet but they must drink t' excess Must all your mirth conclude in drunkenness Accurst be he brought it in fashion first Before ye were content to quench your thirst And not exceed three or four cups at most Now you carouse till all your reasons lost And like to overheated Dutch men yee Drink till ye fight and fall to snicker snee He that invites his friend t'a drunken feast Keeps out the man and entertains the beast A feast 't is not but a base Bacchanal Where the beast man a Sacrifice doth fall Worse then a beast he is for no beast will Be made to drink a drop more then his fill But man his belly makes a tun his brain A hog and drinks till up it comes again Vile man whom God next t' Angels did create Below a Bruit thus to degenerate For shame give o're this most unmanlike sin Which too long hath thy daily practise bin Redeem thine honour drown'd in Ale and Wine And thy soul settled on the Lees refine When thy debauched life thou shalt correct Thou happier daies in England maist expect Upon an old man holding an Infant between his arms of his own begetting HEre Natures contradiction behold The extremity of Ages young and old The two first Books of Moses Genesis And Exodus bound up together 't is May sitting in Decembers lap the Spring With Auâ—umn joyn'd together in a ring Youth in the bud new started from the womb Sâ—akes hands with age now dropping in the Tomb The worlds beginning and the end together The day and night Sunshine and rainy weather Nonage and dotage generation Met with corruption and the Creation O' th' child the dissolution proves to be O' th' father who destroy'd himself whiles he Begets a son and like the Phoenix from His dust and ashes doth another come To one that married a very rich but a very deformed woman WHo is 't that sayes it was not love Which you unto this match did move 'T was love but love of money sure That thus to wed did you allure 'T was not the beauty which doth lye In your wives cheek or lip or eye Or any other part that shines Save only in her golden Mines It were the Angels in her chest That first made love within your brest There sit the Cupids there the Graces Reside in those red and white faces In having one wife you have many Each bag a wife is how then can ye Chuse but be rich for such as these Bring put to use will soon increase Nor will their bâ—â—uâ—y fade for th' are At fifty more then fifteen fair As pure good meâ—tal as refin'd An age hence as when they were coin'd Provided you keep them in bands From falling into hucksters hands If Pleasure be not Profiâ—'s in Your match Poligamy's no sin In a free Sâ—ate you may be bold To marry every piece of Gold Though they so numerous be as will The Great Turks vast Seraglio fill Yet take my counsel look well to them For many chances will undo them They may be call'd in by the State And valued at a lower rate They may be rounded and defaced Or with worse mettal be debased They may perhaps suffer a rape Be plundred from you should they scape These Accidents yet wings have they Like Cupid and will flee away Leaving you little else behind But your sad choise and sadder mind For when your money 's gone your wife Will stay to vex you all your life His opinion concerning disputations in the Country where the Major part of the Auditory are Illiterate persons 'T is seldome seen a popular dispute Doth any good you may perhaps confute But not convert a heretick he wil Say what you can hold fast his errour stil Besides the vulgar Auditors do weigh All arguments as their affections sway Not as their reason and think that the best Which with most noise and eagernesse is prest So they adhere unto the worser side Or go away much more unsatisfi'd Then they came there like some young Conjurers spel Raising more divels up then he can quel Or lay again like Bees the common rout Wil swarme about your ears and buzze you out But humme the Factions up and lowdly cry On your Antagonists side Victory Forbear then such disputes henceforth to move For fear they should the Churches ruine prove These points are fitter for the Press or Schooler It is the best way not to answer fools According to their folly which wil rise Higher by opposing let alone it dies Upon his late Ague or the new Feaver as it was call'd WHat a strange thing 's this Ague which doth make Me like an earthquake first with cold to shake Then like mount Etna burn with fervent heat And by and by dissolve into a sweat Sure 't is some Cacodamon by his art Insinuating himselfe in every part Now in the head then in the back it lies Sometimes i' th' stomack sometimes in the thighs Now like a Souldier whom nothing can fray He sets upon me boldly at midday Then like a thief steals on me late at night Or early e're th' approach o' th' morning light Shame of Physicians 't is for all their tribe Cannot a certain remedie prescribe Faustus or some such Conjurer would be The better Doctor in this cure for he Might by his magick charms perhaps expel This freezing burning sweaâ—ing spirit of hel If then it wil no oâ—her way be gone I wil turne Conjurer but an holy one And with my prayers to heaven exorcise This evil spirit thus Let God arise with healing in his wings and first begin To heal my souls disease and sicknesse sin Then let this great Physician apply A salve to cure my bodies malady Thou that didst legion with a word expel But speak the word thy servant shal be wel The Accident WAs it by negligence or accident That in my sicknesse as my servant went To warme my bed some ashes she let fall Neither perhaps but 't was prophetical Foretelling that I must to ashes turn And shortly be inclosed in my urne And if that providence hath so decreed Welcome i' th' name of God let Death succeed His elder brother Sleep and then give way To Life again such as the saints enjoy Now on my grave I think and yet not quake Since thence as from my bed I shal awake When I lie down in dust I doe not die But take a nap and rise t' eternity My soul shall reassume it's dust again And in a blessed union stil remain Upon his Recovery from his Ague WHat shal I render unto thee my God Since thou hast with thy rod In measure me corrected to prevent A sharper punishment That I may not