's but a drop A dust to Him that makes the mountaines hop And skip like Lambekins with his Earthquak hand But thou 't goe faire and soft though he command Thee flie for so doth love He who graspes the winds I' th' hollow of his hand the swelling Ocean binds Up with a word here just here stay thy waves But lawlesse man how proudly he behaves Himselfe he stinted he a strickt precise Foole no for he that is is onely wise Call'st him thy Master while thou canst expect To have thy servant shew thee more respect Thou't bid him come and goe and stay and so He must bid's God thou answerest Him thou 't goe Thou't come thou 't stay when where he will provided His will fall in with thine but if divided Th' art not so silly a Puritan to displease Thy selfe for him but He must serve thy ease Or if thou part'st with 't 't is but with lesse for more T' avoid what 's endlesse tak'st what 's quickly o're So still thy selfe 's thy end thy God O what 'S the worme a doing that assaults its God! Whose every word is pure All linck't together And woe t' him dares the least he all doth sever Every word of God is pure and woe t' him dare Make them their jeere that make it all their care The pure-in-heart see Him-their Puritie Th' impure their place who them-Him vilifie O what 's the worme a doing how every bone 'S an Aspen leafe to see it climbe the Throne VVhose footestoole's all the kingdomes of the world By whom such station-quitting spirits were hurl'd To that unbottom'd pit prepared is For all such enviers Whose vexation's this They ne're shall see what they are vext to see Men truly Holy only Happy be Poore childish fooles wu'd have they know not what Heaven they wu'd have but Heaven they wu'd not Cry out braule fight with all that wo'nt confesse It theirs yet when they see 't love nothing lesse Through th' morrall-vertue-swept yard through the porch Bedect with formall duties may approach To th' very doore but they 're too good to knock To waite and if th' least glimpse slip through the locke These light-abhorring Owles winke wish their losse If heaven be puritie they 'd rather their drosse E're-scorching ne're-consuming flames inherit Then passe the fire o' th' purifying spirit Indeed what wud'st thou there Heaven'd be but thy Hell What wud'st thou see who here dost shut thine eye Against the God-revealing light and ope Thy mouth or 's this thy purifying hope Accursed curre that barkest at the Moone That but reflects how wu't against the Sunne Or what wud'st heare a crew of simple Saints With just such puritanicke Angells chants They 'le never ha' done n're linne their singing Psalmes Unto their God for their victorious palmes None 's still or thinke'st while thou wind'st up thy dull Thy jarring heart thou 't make to waite so full A set of fore-well-tuned instruments Jumps all in one compleater of concents Contents God while blesse that dreadfull-joyfull name That brought their blessed mindes in heavenly frame I tell thee man Thou art a Pagan or a Puritan Thou may'st a Jesus but did'st Jesus know These Hell-devis'd revilings dar'st thou throw Upon nay thou wud'st be his Image did Thy faith once see him whom thy God hath hid From blinded eyes while with an ayrie name He lulls thee dead asleepe to wake in flame But Christ is life and so he is to all Whom he shall with h's talitha cumi call A virtuall power-exhibiting command Reares thee a virgin on new resolves to stand To walke the way of his Commandement To keepe thee true loyall chaste pure innocent From selfe-world-devill pollutions all for Him And so thou wud'st did'st thou beleeve in Him Some fancied I doll of thy wanton braine That will thee in thy minnion-lusts maintaine Will winke at smaller faults no great adoe Will make shud'st harbour some few grosser too Will let thee vaunt it in thy pride and gad About thy eye's and flesh's lust be glad O' th' dregs of spirit-exhausted loves the leavings O' th' marrow-sucking world the sad bequeathings O' th' banckrupt-soule now hurried out of doores To pay the debts of ' â—s ne'r-acquittable scores I here 's thy Jesus presumptuous-desperate wretch Dar'st from that soveraigne name such venom fetch To kill thy soule but for that spotlesse Lambe Who so his owne to metamorphize came To teach them by a secret sympathy To follow what by occult qualitie He makes them know his from a stranger's voice To make them runne unto the brest so choice And with their bleating rethoricke bespeake Th' simple milke that makes them strong of weake To teach them keepe his undefiled steps Not dare to tread awry for each-hand deaths At 's first smallest stillest whistle straite to come To stand before their Coate-bereavers dumbe To watch the Wolves come cloathed in their skinne The light-like Angell selfe-deceiving sinne To graze no pasture but His wholesome word To fetch no salve but what his side afford's To become silly that he might make them wise T' abase themselves he might them highly prize Not live t' themselves but Him an'th'common good And when he calls to meekely shed their blood I here 's my Christ of whom thou art afraid To have too much lest so thou shudst be made To be too wise pure just too farre from hell For feare of Heaven fear'st to doe too well Nor car'st indeed for this nor that Earth earth Is thy deare home of sinne-rejoycing mirth But if must needs away thou' rt more content To be where Angels sing then divels torment And yet wert there thou 'dst be tormented with Their singing Lo whither brought by thy beliefe Cud'st thus believe didst thou believe him just And faithfull in his sayings away thou 'dst thrust Thy heavenly joy-prevaricating lust There is a faith that doth not love to trust Nor Christ to trust that faith who sees the heart Him never saw with all for him l'not part Canst thou pursue thy honour pleasure gaine And not believe all this beliefe 's in vaine thou d'st hate loathe friends selfe All did'st ever know But what it meant to have a God to wooe thou d'st doe suffer come runne flie did'st ever prove The powerfull sweet of all-commanding love thou d'st live die by for love did'st ever spie The feasting beauties of that lively eye Poore soule for ever past my pittie if on Thou hold'st thy course I know you not be gone Thou wicked worker thou never livd'st above For what acquaintance Thou my love my dove My undefiled loving dove what thou Sit billing moaning with me flyed'st thou To th' purest houses of my spirits resort Thou m' friend my Spouse wee walke and talke wee sport Our selves in hidden loves Thou carefull how To keepe me as thy life And absent how To take the speediest wayes to finde me Thou In a sweet trembling at a sillable Thou Unlade thy bosome secrets in
yet unwrought Must I be one how sweet a trembling joy Runs through my veines and kindly doth imploy Me in a fearefull love must I be one â—e then be Thine shu'd all the world be none â— I be one I le then be none alone But I le be thine shu'd all the world be none O blesse blesse blesse my soule still blesse thy Blisse VVhat sweeter worke unto my soule then this Or what more acceptable unto thee Thou lovest it and I love it then ever be Thou blest of ever-ever-blessing me Of ever blessing me ever blessed be O blesse when wu'd I cease when thou sha't cease To be then not till then I 'd blessing cease O blesse were I in Hell yet cud I blesse I were in heaven but I cannot blesse I cannot cannot blesse is this to blesse To call thee blessed while thinke nothing lesse Or can I thinke I thinke it while not part VVith all for Thee Thou onely blessed while my hearâ— 'S not wholly given up into thine hands T' be melted moulded fashn'd by thy commands T' be cast into a full conformitie VVith thee if thought Thee th' sole felicitie Blessed art thou O Lord th' art good and Dost good no unaccustom'd song but stand Not deedes thoughts words at mutuall defiance Thought I't wud not there be a quicke compliance VVith all thy wills wud not I hast to know Presse hard to learne thy statutes th' wayes thou 't goe To meete with Thine thou onely blessed goodnesse VVu'd not I still be in thy presence Oh! th' woodnes Th' wilde wandring madnesse hath seduc'd my soule Since first I turn'd my backe upon Thee to proule And filtch an independant blessednesse whence grew My aye-depending misery while fondly threw Me from my Eden where the all-creating spirit VValke't with his fleshie workemanship But wu't blest spirit Returne againe and be Emmanuell VVu't teach my heart to call Thee good wut dwell There make 't thy temple hence helpe me breath petitions I see thy goings here th' glorious exhibitions Of the invisible flesh spirit God man heaven earth A marriage song of everlasting mirth And must I sing ' t who since thou took'st me in And trim'st we for thy selfe weedest my sinne â—lantedst thy grace the dore wide open hurl'd And made my heart the through faire of the world Thou mad'st thy garden this then the pully be VVith greater swing to clap me close to Thee The pully be to make me sticke so close The greatest pull may never make me loase But when I heare the stillest voyce behind And heare it ecco'd by thy written minde â—ay thy beloved's here straite ope I flie And blest who knowes what meaneth He and I. This opening shuts me in the fastest close VVhile in h's revealed loves my selfe I loose O how this smiling favour quite prevailes â—isolves me all in teares and then exhales â— ' ascending soule to that refining Sun Resolves me into it selfe O turne heart turne And never never teturne Thus is begun Consummate glory when I 'm all undone Undoe undoe apace dissolve melt run Thy onely undoing is th' art not undone Draw out shed shed abroad thy selfe in praises Leave not a drop behind let all turne praises But what am I thou shud'st put such a thing Into my heart so cordially to sing The glories of the God ' gainst whom I have beene A constant belcher of blaspheming sinne What thought I spake I did I but in all My cursed life did Thee accursed call And must I blesse I blesse Shall I sinke O! Hold me Hold me in this bless'd pleasure So So may I over sinke and sing how sweete Sweet sound the praises in these depths O meet Meete me a diving plundring through my heart 'S false-bottome thorough whatsoever wu'd part Me from Thee Catch me in those lasting armes VVhose closings are a close of warbled charmes Charmes warble still and shake me up and downe Untill you rest me with my fixed Crowne Rest warble still for still this is my rest To see to sing my worthlâ—snesse so blest Blest spirit shake shake on loosen my soule From this false world break downe beare through the foule False bottome of my heart still more to meete With truth i' th' inward parts still more to greet Those peace-heaven-sounding wellcommings those sure And never-over-burthened armes those pure Those pure imbraces whose harmonious close Shall blesse my blessing soule with full repose Thus may my rising falling heart in praying praise My falling rising heart sing on my dayes Steadfast in joyes discoursing that vast distance That 's swallow'd up in an unite persistance And wu't thou me forsake Just now I saw thee Oh draw faine'd overtake Cud cud I but beleeve Were I in Hell yet shu'd I nothing grieve I waite trust walke with thee Revive in peace shall ne're confounded be REtire sad thoughts into your inmost Cells There view the Hell of Hells Thy sinne-foul'd soule In blacke flames howle Those never-lightned hearts Wh'in this their day ha' n't done their studious parts In their false purifying while hope Hath Judah's fountaine doore kept ope Returne glad thoughts and mount the utmost bounds O' th' boundlesse heavens There 's he Yea he is here The word is neare And hence my joy redounds To see the Ruddy VVhite in him and me The watry blood so pure so just To white to quench my pitthy lust HAng all these Puritans A Puritan what 's that an Hipocrite Nay hold there man for so thou dost but fit The noose for thine owne necke Dost n't thou professe The service feare of God yet what dost lesse From thine owne mouth th' unrighteous servant th' art Condemned for a Puritan wu'd thou wert So happy t' owne the honour of the name Who that description canst not but disolaime And say he is no Hipocrite then sincere I there it is the object of thy jeere I tell thee man Thou art an Atheist or a Puritan Within my heart the wicked's wickednesse cries There is no feare of God before his eyes VVithin his heart the foole hath madly said There is no God why should I be afraid Selfe-cozening soule did'st see the curious eye Thy bosome thoughts did at a distance prie How dar'd thy fond affections say within There is no God for speculative sinne So say there is no God for hee 's his name VVhose vengeance teares the tearers of the same Heart-searching and sinne-visiting he is Deny it and deny thy eternall blisse Canst count thy pastime-words but passing winde Thy irreforming tongue shall shortly finde A word no scruple but a tun of leade To sinke thy soule to an Infernall dread Then shal't thou see each minute on the scoare VVhat thought spoake acted while thou sha't implore That great tribunall with Lord Lord for all Thou 'st done i'th'flesh though minced n're so small Presumptuous wretch thou d'st thought'st there were a God Run trembling up and down at every nod VVhat art thou to the world that
And must needs because whatsoever is not of faith is sinne Neither indeed can I wonder how feare hath lead me to faith but shud certainly take my selfe to be seduced if it did not All graces how distant soever seeming being of the same company going the same way so that he that is with one must needs be with all And questionlesse all are wrought in the soule together and grow together how ever in the minoritie of our Christianitie God may teach us methodo analytica may as it were parcell them forth into severall lessons till our capacities are more widened and strengthned for the fuller and compleater apprehension of them according as wee grow in our manhood in Christ Jesus And hence is it that so often in Scripture a Christian is caracterised by one onely But especially by faith and feare that in the old this in the new Testament one in Christ more darkly shadowed out the other in Him more evidently revealed but both in Him according to the manifold wisedome of God in Him by whom Hee hath reconciled all things the severall kinds of actings of the soule as well as severall soules to one another and all to himselfe So that what they said of their vertues that there was cognatio quaedam arcta necessitas betweene them I am sure holdeth most true of graces betwixt whom there is cognatio certa necessitas perquam arctissima All of the noblest and familiarest consanguinitie being all of the blood of Christ Or conceive them as so many linkes of a Bracelet the love token of the soule from its Christ lincked together in an invielable concatination you cannot breake off one but the whole figure and forme of the worke as it is said of the Commandements whereby these are framed as it were and cast is broken And indeed there is nothing of Christ in the soule but it is Christ Christ formed in you You have not so learned Christ We preach Christ c. the whole sum of the Gospell-Law and Law-giving Gospell and consequently the whole worke of grace being onely Christ So that we cannot so much as thinke the least good thought of our selves What we doe what we have what we are of good we doe we have we are not but it is God the spirit of Christ that dwells in us and so indeed ours so we as Christians as outed of our selves as inned in God pertakers of the divine Nature c. whose being in us habitually whose acting in us imminently or transiently is all our grace Now the spirit of God is indivisible and therefore are all our graces homogeneous harmonious have a gracefull symetrie analogie proportion to one another make but one systeme joynt frame and body of Christianitie how different so ever how discrepant soever the parts the members seeme they are gracefull to usefull to each other Are like so many faculties of the same soule in innocency before by our fall they were like a watch dashed against troubling and stopping the course of one another Which mended againe by their maker though like severall wheeles they seeme to move not onely diversly but contrarily yet are they all moved by one spring and further the due motion of each other and all tend to the same end the promoveing of the same gnomen in promoting of the glory of their God and setting forth the praise of that never-sufficiently admired workemanship And though there may be some hamerings and knocking 's in setting the minde in frame some paines in the new birth some harshnesse in the tuning of the soule yet they do all tend to the compleating of that inconceiveable harmony Though God often times specially in the more powerfull times of the Gospell brings forth Christ formed as it were without any paine tunes the heart as it were with one touch and sets up the whole and joynt frame of the temple without scarse any the least sound of the hammer And as a wheele not onely by but in its going downe is Ipso facto going up so those graces that seeme onely to cast downe the soule doe not onely afterward but in the very doing of it raise it up as humilitie feare griefe c. which so farre as divine and as I may say Gospell-proofe are still raysing up the soule in the greater assurance magnanimitie joy and these as it were still casting it downe and that againe raysing it up c. As there is nothing that more humbles the soule then heavenly mindednesse so is there nothing that more sublimes it then humilitie as there is nothing that strikes the soule with a deeper awe then the assurance of the eternall love so in the feare of Jehovah is the strongest confidence as it is an unsound and vaine joy that hath no acquaintance with sorrow so is it a sinfull and death-working sorrow that reares not up the soule to more livelmesse and joy c. And thus we progresse on our speedy round While grace helpes grace to rid away the ground Not grace and grace but one promoveing wheele Whose apprehension-parted particles feele Their one selfe equally-proficients while We are one Christ converts us from this soyle In never-resting firie circles till In perfect motion on our holy hill Thus while the world runs roundly downe to Hell We roundly up to th' Heavenly Domicill Christ I see I fall I fall in love for love I die this death 's my life this life 's my worke this worke 's my life this life 's my light this lively light 's my death this death 's my fall my rise to come to flie unto my light love life my Christ Happy happy soule in truth whom the sight of God the beautie of truth of holinesse shining through the face of Christ as a mutuall perspective of reciprocall delight keepes in an humble-meeke-peaceable-lovefull-fearing-joying-strongly-confident every-way gratious posture And hither I suppose lookes that of James the meekenesse of wisedome not onely cause they as all graces convene in one bundle of life in one poesie of heavenly fragrancies nor of the proficiencie of wisedome by meekenesse in that the humble he will teach nor from the nature of it in that the wisedome from above is first pure and thence peaceable gentle easie to be intreated c. as in pure cleane sweet-juiced bodies free from the repugnancie of sower cholericke hetrogeneous humors but because the first rise of this so especially blessed grace is from wisedome from the knowledge of God and our selves And hither that unite my heart to feare thy name as touched before And that fearefull in praises the same discovery that presents me God praise worthy for his great goodnesse presenting me him feare-worthy for his good greatnesse Hither that now I have seene thee with the seeing of the eye I abharre my selfe in dust and ashes the soule might heare else long enough though indeed too faith comes by hearing yet so as it is made an effectuall meanes to open the eyes And
hither that holy holy holy I am a man c. Hither that behaviour of the foure and twenty Elders that on the contemplation of the excellencies of God threw downe their crownes their excellencies at his feete as being nothing but what they had of Him in Him for Him But life would faile mee in referring zeale and constancie c. and all other graces hither in what dependancie relation they stood to one another Sinne being like so much muck and dung on the fire of zeale the more unmixt the more intent c. The feare of the Lord being a cleant feare and abiding for ever make me sound in thy statutes and steadfast in thy Covenant The inheritance undefiled that fadeth not away 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 how that the purer the thing is the more free from corruption heterogeneousnesse the more stable firme durable it is so the body so the soule But now we know this puritie this sinceritie is by this discovery therefore this constancy this zeale c. And hither that the things that are seene are temporall but the things that are not seene are eternall The things that are not seene being rare pure holy simple c. and therefore free from corruption and therefore from alteration from decay But into what a blessed maze and gladly involving labarinth hast thou wound thy selfe O my soule And sha't thou be so unhappy ever to finde the way out againe Is it not good for us ever to wander here in these paths of pleasure and walkes of delight Can there be any thing that can steale away the heart so surrounded with such glories such loves But art thou not to thy selfe but to thy God and doth he call thee to workes of an inferiour nature Still worke and wonder worke and love worke and blesse still keepe thy ground thy God who is the God of the vallies as well as of the mountaines And still while thou art walking with him thorough a diverse path loose thy selfe in him who shall shortly with all them that in truth have knowne his name be ever lost in the blessed contemplation of the wonderfull contrivances of the eternall wisedome When there shall be no more eating and drinking no more sleeping and rest no more spending of spirits no more avocations from the immediate and uninterrupted continually active contemplation in that full vision of the onely blessed God and in him of all his wonderfull works When there shall be no successivenesse of plenary intuition and perfect action but still the heart that knowes-loves-obeyes him continually overpowred with the blessed vision and over-flowing in loves and sweetnesses shall be incessantly running over in heart ravishing praisings and intranced in perpetuall extasies Who is it that even now is able to conceive the heaven that is in his owne heart what then when we there see and love-and-sing-and-sing-and-love-and see eternally when we shall not onely have the spirit in us but be in be wholy in the spirit Perfused baptized overwhelmed with it Not onely see and have light joy love spirit but be In nay be spirit light joy love And now O Lord what are wee that it should be thus with us O thou life of life and being of beings thou incomprehensible God! What is it to thee that wee know thee that we love thee what pleasure hast thou in our righteousnesse or what profit it is to thee that we make our wayes perfect surely O Lord thou hast thou hast none who art so infinitely above all happie and holy none but what thou acceptest as such in him in whom thou onely art in whom we onely are well pleased In whom thou wilt welcome us with a Well done good and faithfull servant when thou shalt finde us so doing who have done nothing What are our understandingst thoughts of thee but as so many mishapen confused conceits What our appositest speeches but as so much jabbering and gibberish What our accuratest performances but as so many trifling toyes All childish childish all What are they further then they are exercises of then they are testimonies of our love the end the summe of all the Commandements Yet what too are our strongest our heart-possessingest loves but as so many fond and fleeting passions And yet thou looking on us and we on thee thorough the face of thy Christ that perspective of mutuall lustre and glory from in and for whom are all our thoughts words affections actions and ought that ought is art pleased to accept them as the thoughts as the language as the love as the life of Angells Whom thou hast made ministring spirits to thy chosen thy faithfull that wee with them and they with us preferring each other in honour might all joyntly promote the honour of our onely-honour-worthy God O the freenesse of thy grace the unfathomednesse of thy wisedome the incomprehensiblenesse of thy glory O where is the learning that hath learnt thee that would not willingly debase it selfe throw downe it selfe as the footstoole before thy Throne and the Throne of thy Christ as being nothing but what it is in raysing up the soule to a dutie-learning to an humble walking with thee that would not willingly as it were unlearne all and learne it over againe in thy Christ where are those fond and selfe-conceited Opiniasters that would not lay downe all at his feete at least meekely and selfe-suspectingly mannage their Scripture-unevidenced tenets O did we know in what a blacke cloud of ignorance wee were all involved in what a night of palpable darkenesse an epithite not unknowne to a Christian heart that cannot but be feelingly sensible of it Had our memories oftener recourse to that Originall pride that confounded the language of our minds as well as that of our tongues or thought that multiplicitie and incertainty of opinions may since purposely be permitted by the divine wisedome and gratious justice to lay us low in our owne eyes to make us out of love with our selves c. how could we then be so proud and not so so contentious Why may not all that hold the same head have the same heart why may not there be dissention without contention But every one seeke their owne and none of Christ Which true foundation or foundation of truth laine in the heart if any shall as who doth not among our gold and silver unwittingly build straw and stubble why should not we labour to purge one anothers drosse with a tender love and carefull salvation as I may say of one anothers respects content peace whom the God of love and peace hath promised to save eternally Or had we observed that it is with Christians as with the tenent and mortesse in building the condyles and concavities in the bones of the body he is that eminent at one end as it were may be defective at the other that is excellent in this may be wanting in that that so wee may fall in with joyne closer to one another in one the
perfect in weakenesse concording discord And if it be the glory of God to bring light out of darkenesse good out of evill how can we but rejoyce that by being subjects of the one we come to bethe instruments of the other 2 Cor. 12. 1 Cor. 2.5 And if good be the object of the concupiscible facultie why shu'd we make our affections the object of our irascible The Lord strengthen us with joy in the inner man and then goe it how it will with the outer So may we gladly keepe the word of his patience in the saddest and patience-assaultingst times so shall hee keepe us from or at least in and therefore from the houre of temptation that shall come upon all the world to try them Now is it a time for the patience of the Saints for them that keepe the Commandements of God and the faith of Jesus Now is it a time for those that have held fast this inviolable knot in the bond of love to hold up their heads in rejoycing as then knowing the greater redemption drawes nigh when the greater calamitie approaches Thus what ever of these things we may know already feelingly in the heart if not notionally perspicuously in the head let us not faile to put one another alwayes in remembrance Alwayes striving together in our Prayers and that with no small conflict of heart that we may be comforted being knit together in love and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding to the acknowledgement of the mistery of God and the Father and of Christ Had we more godly and brotherly love wee should have more comfort and that would hunger after more knowledge and that fill with more assurance and that furnish with more grace and all acknowledge the mistery of the puritie of the wisedome of the love of the Godhead So much spirit so much faith so much faith so much Christ so much Christ so much love so much love so much knowledge so much knowledge so much fulnesse of God Eph. 3.16 c. Come then what may come befall what may befall to the flesh The Lord be with the Lord will be with will be our Spirits Ruat Mundus Restat Deus PLay on about the Candle wanton flie Play sindge thy wings consume thy soule and die Make jests of Scripture-jeere the God of heaven Laugh at the Light-mock them who hath receiven It in their hearts-and shine it in their lives Invent unheard of opprobries contrive New fashion'd obloquies scum hell for scurrulous wit Or dive th'lowest depths of the unfathom'd pit 'T will furnish thee with just sufficient store To make thy selfe a foole and nothing more Enough and but enough to over-reach And cheate thy selfe th' infernall cheater'l teach Else shud'st be wiser then thy master shud Thy wit have wit enough to make thee good On madnesse belch thy deadly Antipathie To heaven in thy horrid blasphemy Cast up thy workes and reare thy mounts on high Heape fetch on fetch to overtop the skie Shield thee with distinctions say it is not him Thou shoot'st at but his word Saint Image Limbe Not God but God in them While merrily along To the correcting stocks the foole holds on His heedlesse way tickled with the high desert Of h's flattering wit into his endlesse smart PUritan the invention of Hell the Character of a Christian the language of prophanenesse the blasphemy of God the evomition of a heart desperately wicked a glorious defamation an undermining of an open thrust at the very heart life and power of Religon an evident preferring of Pharisaicall formes and Laodecean neutralitie a Match-divillian device to kindle sire in Church and State a slie practise of the old Serpents old maxime Divide and Raigne a word that is as it is made enterteined And what indeed is this Puritan but a Protestant drawing naturall conclusions from his owne praemises beleeving and living according to his owne profession at the highest pitch of his owne principles Nor know I indeed how one differs otherwise from the other then a Papist from an Arminian A perfect birth from an Embrio a Bird from an Egge Time and due heate Cateris non obstantibus will give them both their full maturity And as I have had it from good hands confessed by a Papists that Protestanisme not kept down wu'd naturally grow up to Puritanisme And surely that which doth not is but a dry and dead stumpe without branches or at farthest leaves without fruite Is that tree which cumbers the ground is that ground which is nigh unto cursing to the executed sentence of its amendment-unaverted judgement Let then this or whatsoever other synonymous Nickname any divill-brooded braine hath latelier hatched be sent forth drest in the gavest feathers of proud and selfe-conceited and therefore desperately foolish wit yet shall they prove but finer colour'd excrements but ensignes of their vanitie and therefore not seasonably prevented of their eternall vexation of spirit But what then those more blacke and darke aspersions of impudently-forheaded calumniators with the very thoughts where of I abhorre to defile my memory Whose empty whose witlesse wit is so taking with because so easily apprehensible by so aptly sutable to corrupt nature While the substantiall wisedome of heaven is only justified by her children Who have learnt of her how ever these scoffers deceive themselves God whom in his word Saints c. they mock will not be mocked Jude 15. Act. 4.9 Matth. 25.42 c. Try all things hold fast that which is good REject the Branne reteine the flower All things abide their sifting houre Perfection onely in Heaven is 'T is knowledge here to know we misse But they who studdy not to advance Are ignorant of their ignorance But we that follow on to know In floods of lights and loves shall flow Baptiz'd in glory till wee see Th' unseene in all his Puritie But what O what then shall we be Who so much of him here can see Chant in a fire of humble zeale Soule-loosing hymns of restlesse weale Ravish't and ravish't while we rest Hugg'd in his aye-fomenting brest Surrounded in a Maze of blisse Distracted with felicities While firmely resident in one In whom All knowables are knowne The things that neither eye eare heart Can see heare thinke the milliont'h part Who see nor love simplicitie Inf'nit Invisibilitie O what what then who this now know Yet know not ought as w' ought to know T Is calme within and so I sang before 'T is calme without so sing what sang before My head-my heart-my hand shall sing My God my Prophet Priest and King These three below with those above Shall make six parts unite in love And so I sang in the extreamest storme And what else can I'n the serenest calme O Teach thy servant to be humble for the humble thou wilt teach Let him see thee and he dies and he lives for ever Send forth thy Light and thy Truth and let them lead him in thy presence Cause thy face to shine upon him and it will teach him they statutes Thy loving kindnesse is better then life O let it never depart from him O Comfort him with thy Aples and refesh him with thy Cordialls For his soule is sicke is sicke with love O thou Discerner of hearts Why are thy Chariot wheeles so slow How long shall he looke out of the window How how long shall those beauties be masked and the God of glory vailed When shall this night of ignorance turne day and these thicke clouds be dispersed Why hast thou showne thee and but shown thee O fully abidingly Thou hast wounded his heart with thy glories and it bleedeth inwardly It sinkes it falls it dies for want of more wounding 'T is sweetly imbittered with thy inconceavable thy insupportable Loves What bounds can hold it what thing detaine it what expressions describe it How long shall it languish in thy strength and expire in thy breathings O never never shall these gratious visitations forsake it THus all my life 's a course of seeking Thee Who liv'd who lost Thy life in seeking me Such is my faith such shall my finding be Whose love hath found the way to waite on Thee With righteous works which can't extended be To Thee but thou wu't meete so doing me So running from my selfe to be Ingulph't in ever-blessed Thee So twining streames in sweete confusion Till know my Love without allusion Clos'd in a Close without Conclusion I have gasped after thy Salvation O Lord Even so come Lord Jesus come quickly