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justice_n	death_n	mercy_n	sin_n	3,579	5	4.7173	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05590	The gushing teares of godly sorrovv Containing the causes, conditions, and remedies of sinne, depending mainly upon contrition and confession. And they seconded, with sacred and comfortable passages, under the mourning cannopie of teares, and repentance. By William Lithgovv.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1640 (1640)	STC 15709; ESTC S108580	48,504	102

fabrick Angels singing musick To lure our soules to take coelestiall physick ●hen come stress'd thou who loaden is and weary ●nd here refresh thy fatigating soule ●ake haste and come and now no longer tarry ●est others barre Thee from Bethesdaes Poole When grace would touch thy sprite thy heart is troubled But be not slow lest losse on losse be doubled ●onsider Lord these times wherein we live ●d harken to thy chosen deare Elect ●t Israel joy and thine enemies grieve ●o time good God their sacrifice neglect But heare and help them guard them round about With heavenly hosts and thine Angelick rout Looke downe on thy stress'd Sion and her teares And bottle up her woes within the Urne Of thy remembrance Grievous grow her feares By Wolves in Lambskins topsolturvie turne Most fearfull seeme these whirlewindes of time Bred from the base seditious dregs of slime Such wound her sides but can not dimme her light The blood of Saints is her espousall seed When darkest stormes would theat to bring downe night Thy Spouse triumphs in Christ her soveraigne head No winde so high nor wave so great but grace Can calme sterne blasts when thou seest time and place When Man is snard by sinne and seemes as lost Then God drawes neare and makes his Sprite prepare The soule for grace So when forlorne or crost Christs Church appeares that even her Saints despaire Then comfort comes the Lord will not exile her Nor let the spight and craft of men defile her Pure like the gold is she and christall cleare White as the snow and sweeter than the hony Thy virgine Spouse most neare to Thee and deare Is farre more precious than ten Worlds of money The silver-fornace tryde is not so fine Nor halfe so sweet tasts Rethimosean wine Lord looke upon her crosses and relieve Her troubled Saints for Thee and for thy Sonne She springs through briers and mongst sharpe thorns doth liv● Like to the Rose in midst of thistles wonne Her bloudy foes confound protect her Saints Erect maintaine their zeale Lord heare their plaints Faire is thy sister sweet thy Spousall love Her sent is bundled Myrrhe fixt on her breasts She 's thine cled with thy power thine harmelesse Dove For in the Garden of thy grace she feasts Come clasp her in thine armes come gracious Lord And shew thy Virgin Queene misericord Red shines the blush of Sions fragrant flowres Greene spring her boughs like Liban Cedars tall Swift flee her wings to court her Paramours Knowne to her friends but never knowne to all Whose purple Roabes are pure and finer farre Then Tyrians wore ere they were sackt by warre Like the Apple in midst of Forrest trees Thy Welbeloveds so 'mongst sonnes of Men The fairest 'mongst Women with radiant eyes Would succour have to save her from the Den Of darknesse black Lift up thy face and see The spices and ripe fruit of her fig-tree Whose breasts are like two twinnes 'mongst Lillies fed Her rosie cheeks more brighter than the Sunne One marke she beares that in the soule is bred Another badge lasts till our glasse be runne The thirds a sparke that mounts to Heaven above The light of Saints the love of endlesse Love Her richest garment truth and righteousnesse And that 's broudred with mercy grace and peace ●aithfull in all and patient in distresse Constant to stand unchangeable of pace And yet her beauty Heavens no fairer fixe Than mens tradition would the same ecclipse She 's Catholick now not ty'd to a place As Jewrie land where God was onely knowne Christs Church points forth the Universe for grace Came with th' Evangel peace to Pagans showne The Gentiles then were call'd as well as Jews For mercy came with Jesus Gospell news And yet there many darknesse love than light For sinne craves silence and umbragious places The cloud 's their covert and their friend the night The day their foe their Darling obscure faces Thus blinde inveigling vice turnes darknesse darke For jet-black sin can dim their foggy warke Too many darknesse love so sinne provides That blinded eyes must follow blinde tradition Blinde are they bred but blinder far their guides Who maske poore Ignorants with superstition Whose Church maintaines false miracles and treason Blood murther incest powder plots and poyson Besides this Church idolatrous and drunk With indulgence and pardons Policies At Limbus forgd Absurd for gaine and sunk In Purgatories avarice and lyes There other orient Churches erre and fall From Gospell truth they know it not at all The Aethiopian Abbasins the Moore Aegyptian Gopties Chelfanes Georgians Greeks Nostrans Syriacks Jacobines what more Grosse Armenians th' Amaronite that seeks Talp-drawne ignorance all of which do swerve Tradition is the mistresse whom they serve I could dive here in their distract'd conceit And blinde surmises sowne these parts abroad But I suspend yet here 's a dangerous state To cast opinions on the face of God Their Patriarchs like themselves do play the foole That will not square Religion with Christs rule O! if I could with Jeremie lament The worlds great errours and my fallings too And with grievd Ninivie in time repent Lest with my slippings justice me undo Thrice happy were I in this resolution Ere death enhaunce my life bring dissolution Yet soule despaire not God is mercifull Long suffring patient full of kinde compassion His love to Man is passing plentifull Whose grace and mercy flow on our confession For if one teare for sinne fall from our eyes He 's pleas'd to pardon our infirmities How gracious then is God how rich I say Is Christs redemption fraught with saving bloud If we have faith in him if we can pray And lift our eyes fixt on the holy Rude And then to suffer in our zeale those pangs Our Saviour thold in this our welfare hangs My merit is thy mercy that 's the end Although good works they are the way to heaven Yet not the cause why I may there ascend That in thy love remaines makes mine oddes eaven For if thou hadst not dyed what had I beene And if not risen what had my soule seene Thou wilt not gracious God break the bruisde reed Nor quench the smoaking flaxe for said thou hast That if our sinnes were dy'd in scarlet red Thou'le make them white as snow to let us taste Of grace and gladnesse 'Cause the broken heart Thou'le not reject contrition would convert Lord thou ordaind that death no flesh should shunne Cause why it was the doome and curse of sinne And so the punishment of thy deare Sonne Which for our sakes thy judgements cast him in That as the Divell prevailed by a Tree So by a Tree his power should vanquish'd be Then let the sight of thy transgressions rude Draw drops of teares from thine inunding eyes Since they did draw so many drops of bloud From thy Redeemers wounds thy soule to ease And looke what David said in faith and feare His sinnes were heavier

which we grieve The Woman for adultrie been accusde Was brought to be adjudgd before our Lord Their thoughts he saw and what deceit they usde They fled she stood and found misericord Woman said he thine adversars are gone I le not condemne thee mercy is my Throne How good and gracious was the light of grace That purgd and pardond this Woman unrequested She 's gone and freed the law could take no place No roome for Moses when his Master feasted For why from double death he set her free The Judge was pleader he discuss'd the pleye Alas when I recall preteriat times What losse finde I in my lost dayes and deeds For morall slips a world of weightier crimes And to condemne me justice judgement pleads Yet stay sad soule conceive confesse condole With me my sinnes my frailties I le controule What frivole fancies flow from my flowne minde Which often blinde my judgement and divert My better aimes whilst reason can not finde The cause of such delusions for I smart In their velocitie abusing will They thrall combustion to assist their ill What foolish prancks in gesture deed or word What fond conceits in flash-flowne merryments What scoffing squibs which taunting mocks afford What idle straines in vaine spent complements Have I not done and in such actions quick To foole my fellows with a jeering trick This thought that surmise this flash that reglance Of suddaine motions else of flowne conceats More voluble they were than wide-wingd chance Which tops all things all where and at all dates There 's nought more swift than fancie nought more fond More light than winde which flees and is not found Then Lord ingraft in me a constant heart Sound grave and solid holy wise and just Prudent in much and provident in part That all my all may in thy mercies trust Rule thou the Ruther of my foggy minde Lest in dark mists I wander and turne blinde Bring me unto my selfe from outward things And from my selfe even to thy selfe bring me That I in chast will and pure desirings May be like Thee as I 'me in nature see Lord set me wholly ●on fire with thy love That my lights and delights in Thee may move This Worlds a Mappe of transitorie toyes Which to expostulate were labour lost A shaddow mask'd with hypocritick joyes Fals in the face and hollow in the cost And what 's our love or life when dead ere rotten Our short stay here is presently forgotten Man like to vapour melts wealth as the winde Doth flee away and honour like fond dreames Dissolves to nought so Parentage we finde Unnaturall oft Yea children by extreames Rebellious grow So mighty men grow meane And meane men great this change is daily seene Would God mens sonnes could learne how Storks they do Who when their old growne weake diseasde distrest Their young ones beare them on their backs and lo They flee with them all where from nest to nest With care they keep them bring them what they need Though they them selves have their owne young to feed It s strange aetheriall love should passe humane For our young brood would have their Parents die That they might get their goods and thereby gaine If poore so want they will them straight denie Nay slight them scorne them raile on their distresse Thus they decline and here their wretchednesse lovelesse age you might this fault amend And pittie Nature gave you life to live Be not like Vipers for to make an end Of these who did your blood and beeing give If not the Turtle play the Eagles part Since Parents are your Pelicanes in heart All thinges runne contrare in a head-strong change The world growes grim mens hearts grow false and double Twixt sonne and father this is nowayes strange To see each one forsake anothers trouble Nay friends familiars blood kinred mother Live most in strife no love 'twixt one another So elements are changd in part from nature But above all the earth growes bare and old The Moones prest influence failes in some Creature Short falls her force The Sunne growes tyrde and cold And seasons frozen the airie clouds convert In boistrous windes most Climes like tributes part Most grounds grow barren and their fruits are blasted And bestiall perish by depressing stormes The aire 's intemperate and the fields ly wasted With nipping frosts and canker spoiling wormes Nay mens conditions change and Christian love Growes worse then barbarous we hourely prove Mercy good Lord grant mercy for thy Name Is Mercy mercy Lord of kinde compunction Father of pittie compassion we claime Lover of love thou life of loves conjunction Come patient Syre O thou long suffring God! And slow to anger come spare thy threatning rod Looke downe on Christendome this Westerne world Whose lands with fatall sword are drunk with blood Where Kings and kingdomes in combustions hurld Turne spectacles of scorne to Pagans rude There is no Nation within Christian bounds That suffers not disasters threats or wounds The Infidell beholds and swearing sayes That our Religion is a bare profession For Christs dishonourd in our ambitious wayes No faith we show farre lesse of truth confession Pryde puft with malice is our Christian marke Deceit despight our daylie divelish wark Here wounds there bloud here death and there disasters Here Mothers mourning for their slaughterd sonnes There Widdows weeping servants for their Masters Here helplesse Orphanes bursting forth starv'd groanes There sisters for their brothers sorrowing sore Last fatall framelings one another gore This universall scourge is grievous great For kinred nor alliance nought can swage Faith for performance breeds but greater hate Deep words and seales turne reason ragg'd in rage Kinde honesty is fled true love exyld And conscience with deceitfulnesse defyld Looke on this halfe Europian angry face And thou shalst see the mother of mischiefe Point forth at Rome that hollow hellish place Eye but her Prelats hatchers of our grief And thou shalft finde that Antichristian Whoore Would nought but Millions for one life devoure She hunts her hounds abroad and they obey Some worke some runne some plot some poyson Nobles Some treason hatch some murder what they say Is fac'd with Sophistrie perjurie doubles Their mentall muttrings The Jesuites their Trumpet Must sound the cruelties of that Babell Strumpet At home we have at home at home alace A world of woes and rogueries of like kinde I could I would I should bewray this cace I dare but dare not signifie my minde That faction is so strong and I so weake That thrice the Prison they my lodging make They bragge like Butchers of their beastly deeds And laugh at cruelty as at a play Their hornes they push and policie them leads Nought but mischief their head-strong course can stay And glutting gape to have old rotten Rome Erect'd our Mistresse else them selves consume What kinred can they claime to Tybers banks The river shallow and in Summer dry We have Gods

Common-wealth it beares great swey It masks the Merchants with Gibeonitish faces And with each trade it can the harlot play From mighty men to mean see what I sought I finde them all corrupt'd their wayes are nought Corruption in their brybries fraught with greed Corruption in their flesh subborn'd by lust Corruption in their manners full of need Corruption in their sinne and livesinjust Corruption in their malice flankd on pryde Corruption in their wills blinde Natures guyde Corruption in the treachrie of deceat Corruption in false weights and falser measures Corruption in vile perjurie and hate Corruption in the hoording up of treasures Corruption in hypocrisie and strife Corruption in a base dissembling life Corruption ah injustice by the Judge Corruption too in partiall ends 'gainst reason Corruption in the traitour that dare lodge Corruption fixt on murder and high treason Corruption in oppression and what then Corruption in the lavishnesse of men Corruption in forg'd tales and false reports Corruption in fraile fleshly vile desires Corruption in base taunts and jeering torts Corruption in despysing naturall Syres Corruption ah in negligence and slouth Corruption from fond sports in age or youth Corruption in ambition and high looks Corruption in straind-selfe contract'd opinions Corruption in best learneds and best books Corruption in great Princes and their Minions Corruption in vaine courtly Courtiers stiles Corruption in sunk Worldlings greedy wiles Corruption in abusing outward things Corruption in vile drunkennesse and swearing Corruption in a Wranglers crafty wrings Corruption in delay and long forbearing Corruption in the ignorance of mindes Corruption in best knowledge of all kindes Corruption in prest complements and phrases Corruption in bad cariage mask'd with guile Corruption in poore flattrers foolish praises Corruption in most Pen-men and their stile Corruption in a Sycophantick leyar Corruption in the Layers mouth and Pleyar Corruption in Adultrie and worse lust Corruption in backbyters slandring tongue Corruption in lost credit without trust Corruption in the gathering worldly dung Corruption in blinde filthy Criticks censures Corruption in mechanick glyding tonsures Corruption in corruption sinne afords And ev'ry way corrupt'd corruption swallowes Most grow absurd corrupting deeds and words ●nd in the pudle of corruption wallowes The hollow heart of man such venome vomites Of all corruptions that they 're fixt for Comets ●ll which portend some grievous dissolution 〈◊〉 ev'ry state a wofull alteration ●prung from enormities of pollution This land is turnd the face of desolation Both great and small the scourge of fortune feele Whose fates are tost still round about the Wheele To day a Lord tomorrow fled to warres To day a Laird tomorrow turnd a beggar To day in wealth tomorrow closd with barres To day in peace tomorrow swear and swagger To day in farme tomorrow forcd to flee To day puft up the morne cast downe we see ●inne is the cause which makes such judgements fall On Land-lords now who still oppresse the poore They taxe and raxe them keep them under thrall That most are forcd to leave both hold and doore Whose grounds in end is sold or else ly waste Both Tyrants and th' opprest such changings taste Lord save me from this all-corrupted age Where craft joynes with extortion either hand ●lood and oppression may but passions swage ●trict law and justice quite for sake this land Men now must gaze like Souldiers battell broke That looke for aide else for the fatall stroke Nay we 're corrupt'd in thought in word and deed Yet of all sinnes vile drunkennesse is worst It breeds all ill and of all vice the seed It harbours lust and makes the Actor curst And smothering shame it wallows in despaire Where spoiling vertue seeks examples rare Our Patriarch Noah after the deludge Had shunn'd sommersing of the first drownd World He planted vines for man healths sound refudge Yet made his toyle the snare wherein he hurld The grape was sweet and strong see how he sunke He graft it first and first with it was drunk This worlds sole Monarch of the second age Who built the Arke which sav'd him and his race Undrown'd Behold was tane and turnd the Page Of glutting Bacchus senslesse of his cace Was it not strange this Columne could decline That scaping waters yet was drownd with wine But he great he earths sov'raigne Lord and Father Had no intent to foxe his sober senses But tasted touch'd and drunk then faild or rather He seald his fault to shelter like offences Not so his slip pleads o'resight unacquainted And reason would he tast'd the thing he planted Like so was Lot ensnar'd when fled for feare From burning Sodome and cavernd at night Was by his daughters gull'd They thinking there The world was gone sought to restore the right Of natures race And he starke drunk imbrac'd them But sure he griev'd when th' action had defac'd them But our grosse Drunkards base pedestriat natures Will roare and quaffe old houses through strait windowes Blaspheme their Maker and abuse his Creatures And swear they 'le spend their bloud and carve their sinnewes To beard cold Phebe then Orlando like Rapt Rodomunting oathes and Cyclops strike Whose red-ey'd sight show faces fixt with Comets Through which like Vulcan they would seeme goodfellowes O here he staggers and there he wallowing vomits And if mischiefe fall out he courts the gallowes Last friends and meanes been lost he 's load with curses Then bends his course to steale or robbe mens purses What ill can Hell devise but Drunkards do it All kindes of vice all kinde of lusts they swallow For why its drunkennesse that spurres them to it Satan suggests and they his counsell follow Then turne they frantick mad distracted Sots To clout their Conscience with retorting Pots They lye and surfet belch and vomit blood Yea ever rammage brutish and absurd Their beastly manners loathsome are and rude Deprav'd of senses have their wits immurd Benumb'd debosh'd last sunke in beggars brats Eate up with vermine starve and die like Rats Worlds of examples I could here denote As well in ancient dayes as moderne times What were these Pagans past what were they not What are our present judgements for like crymes May not their Alcoran serve to condemne us If we our selves would from our selves exam'ne us May not Philosophers the light of nature Convince us for like riot and excesse Nay even the beast unreasonable creature Stand up and witnesse of our sensualnesse They will not once exceed their appetite But man will surfet with a deep delite In using we abuse Gods benefits And turne his blessings to an heavie curse Surpassing temprance we confound our wits No health for body lesse for soule remorse All things were made for us and we for God But being abus'd they serve us for his rod Alas where reason when poore man misknowes The life of knowledge reason did infuse Shall understanding sleep shall I suppose That will is weaker than