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The history of Ioseph a poem. VVritten by Sir Thomas Salusbury, Barronet, late of the Inner Temple.; Life of Joseph
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Salusbury, Thomas, Sir, d. 1643.
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day and Pharoh had The fift of all their corn except alone The Priests that sold no lands did pay him none And happy Israel who in Goshen dwelt Pleas'd with their new possessions never felt The force of famine nor the plague of want Was known among them nothing there was scant Bread for the man and fodder for the beast Ioseph provided them and they increast For they whom God doth blesse shall multiply In spight of famine or the tyranny O' th' worst oppressors all the harsh commands Of t'other Pharoh nor the heavy hands Of their task-masters nor their loads laid on Could let at all their propagation The hard prest Grape yeelds most and so the fire The greater load of woods it bears the higher The flames ascend as they oreburdned grow Whilst Pharoh's hate doth but his weaknesse show Such care had God then of his Israel Mat. 16 18. Philip. 1 21. As of his Church ' gainst which the gates of Hell Shall not prevayle as death is made a gain To them that die in Christ whose thought is pain To worldlings minds so here this plague befell Losse to the world but gain to Israel Who in their giv'n possessions joy'd and there Old Iacob with his sonnes liv'd sev'nteen yeere So all the days that he on earth had liven By computation sevenscore were and seven But when the time drew neere that he must die Ioseph he call'd and underneath his thigh So Abraham gave the oath his hand did place And said if in thy sight I have found grace Ge. 24.2 Bury me not in Egypt let me sleep Amongst my Fathers bones that who so keep My name or theirs in memory may be Pertakers of the self-same obsequy To this though Ioseph plighted had his troth Yet Iacob bound him further by an oath Those happy counted are in their decease Who to their fathers gather'd were in peace Israel made this appear who did interre None but good Kings in Davids sepulcher So taught by Iacob who in this being Worshipt his God and turn'd him on his bed THE BLESSING OR The eleventh Chapter of Joseph GEN. the 48. The thread of Iacob's life neer spun He blesseth Ioseph and his sonnes Iacob was the second born Ioseph his brethrens hate and scorn Youngest of ten yet was he blest And more beloved then the rest So Ephraim heer the youngest lad The blessings of the right hand had A Greater love those blessings more endears To us which we have purchased with tears Hence comes it women love those children most For whom they felt great'st pain Iacob it cost Many a zealous groan ere he could gain The fruit of Rachels wombe and long again He wayl'd that losse with teares as from the houre Her sonne was borne his love it selfe did showre More upon his than on his brethrens head So for his losse he many tears ha'ing shed For him now found he in an extasie As cloy'd with earthly joy desires to dye The strength of gladnes were the world mine own And I not wish it sure the blisse were none But when the powres of the minde are bent Vpon one hope as 't were the whole content Of mans desire and God shall thinke it fit To grant no joy but heav'n is like to it His wish on earth was oh had Ioseph liven And that wish granted now he wisheth heaven For which he doth prepare his mastred flesh Yeelds to his conquering soule which now afresh Assaults the breach weakenesse and age had made In his fraile body those old wals decaid His spirit 's halfe got forth and doth foresee By faith's cleere eye heav'ns true felicity Where all the fulnesse doth of knowledge dwell With which the Patriarch inspir'd doth tell His childrens following fates and ere he dyes Of all that must betide them prophecies But i' th meane time conceive the news is quick And one brought Ioseph word his Fathers sicke He therefore hastning brings along with him His Sonnes Manasses and young Ephraim Of whom when Iacob heard he rais'd his head Strengthning himselfe and sate upon his bed Where thus to Ioseph he his speech began God did to me appeare in Canaan At Luz and blest me promising increase To me and to my seed whose fruitfulnesse Shall fill the land which for an habitation They shall enjoy and grow a mighty nation As for thy sonnes which were in Aegypt thine Before I came those I doe claime for mine As Ruben are and Symeon they shall be Mine owne thine after issue all from thee Shall take their names and with their brethren share Where they in their possessions setled are When I from Padan came my Rachel dyde With me in Canaan by the high way side 'T was short of Ephrath there I in the way Of Ephrath Bethelem her bones did lay But who are these said Israel for his eyes Were weake and dimme with age Ioseph replyes These are my sonnes with whom God blest me here Then Iacob bade and Ioseph brought them neer For him to blesse them who first with a kisse Then clasping of their bodies close to his Began the blessing In that posture Paul Acts 20.9 Rays'd Eutychus to life who by his fall Was doom'd to sleepe for ever else if there 2 King 13.20 In the dead Prophets bones such vertue were To raise men from their graves what vertue is Then in a living Patriarks holy kisse Or if th' Apostles gave the spirit of grace Where they impos'd their hands sure this imbrace Of a good man some blessing brings along 'T is a more full expression then the tongue Num. 22 Differing as deeds from words Balaam must blesse Against his will desiring nothing lesse But Iacobs blessing for its truth affords Apparant proofes his deeds precede his words Which with Gods mercies he began I thought Nere to have seene thy face but God hath brought Things to my most content and hath decreed I should not onely see thee but thy seed Then Ephraim he preferd his right hand stayd Upon his head the left athwart was laid On t'others let none take offence to heare That Iacob blest his sonnes and crost them there Nor was 't a thing of chance but reade and see He laid his hands acrosse them Vers 14 wittingly Though Ioseph on his knees presents them quite Contrary and Manasses to the right Hand offered first So God ' mongst Iesses sonnes 1 Sam. 16. Chose not for face or faire proportions But what he saw within he understands All hearts and sure he guided Iacobs hands Who thus proceeds in blessing them and said The God from whom your Fathers never straid Abram nor Isack God that me hath fed All my life long till now with daily bread And the good Angell which such care hath had Me to redeeme from evils blesse the lads Be they by mine and Abrams sacred name And Isacks cal'd the blessing of the same Revel 7. As in Iohns vision those that stamped were And
world by light the best And first of creatures made to rule the rest Angels are in their kinde lesse blest then we That images of our Creator be But that curb break and passions ruling then No storme no Chaos so deform'd as men And thus with Joseph's brethren 't was that stood Now like so many Cains in wait for 's blood See where yond dreamer comes say they let 's kill Let 's make an end of hm and see what will Become of all his projects and his visions His idle fancies and fond aparitions And for a good excuse we can not misse Wee 'l say Some beast devour'd him true it is Most savage beasts they were that thus did plot To ruine him their rage considered not His fathers care who sent whose love him brought To hearken of their healths this they nere thought All seek his death but Ruben who more milde Then were the rest labours to save the childe The boy is yong and childish he in vain Urg'd and for dreams deserv's not to be slain Then with his fathers weaknesse intercedes His years and his great love to Joseph pleads Joseph's the staffe and prop of Israels age Thus he persists but they still deafe with rage Give him no eare his words can do no good Which when he sees oh yet let 's shed no blood He cries my brethren I 'le direct a way To your revenge and yet we will not slay Nor lay our hands on him not farre from hence Ith'desert is a hollow hole and thence Down to the bottome the discent so steep That t is impossible he ere should creep Again above ground there 's no water there And t is so steep withall that none can heare His cryes and if by chance he there be found It may be said he fell into the ground Then can it nere be told we took his breath Although indeed we left him to his death None of his bloud can on our heads be laid For none of it we shed all this he said To rid him from their hands and if he might To bring him to their father home at night At last more pacified they take for sence His words and give him freer audience Reuben say they speaks truth then let 's not strive We will not kill but bury him alive Their plot concluded on and Joseph come They fall upon him altogether some Rip off his many colour'd coat the signe Of Jacobs love others make fast a line About his tender waste and ripping thence All but his shirt white like his innocence They hale him forwards whilst his grief and fears Can vent it self in nothing but in tears They will not heare him speak nor are they mov'd Nor once consider'd how their father lov'd Those blubber'd eyes nor what hold grief would take On his gray hairs for his lost Josephs sake Mindlesse of this with other thoughts then whet Their fury on and more on edge did set Their vengeance being by this come to the pit They rudely take and cast him into it And in the ground they bury O vild deed Gods promise and the hopes of Isacque's seed But see his power that from the loose stones can Or looser dust raise Abraham sonnes made man Of nought can cause new quickned bodies come From the graves barren and unfruitfull wombe He that shall make all deeps and seas at last Their dead from forth their silent mansions cast That power can Israels seed so deeply sowne Cause sprouting thence to flourish in a throne Ev'n he that puls the mighty from their seat Shall make the lowest highest Joseph great Who left thus deep now to his deeper thoughts More then his own fate wails his brethrens faults Thinks on their impious rage and what a curse Must follow their offence this griev'd him worse Then his own suffrings they mean while the feat Long plotted on perform'd sate down to eat On th' earths green carpet but what ere their food I dare presume their cheer was not so good It cannot be the guilt of their offence Could sit so light upon their conscience Some anxious thoughts of their great God displeas'd Poore Joseph left to cold and hunger seised Sometimes upon them all as there they led It seems they muâ—'d for lo they lift their head And looking round behold upon the sight Of certain Merchants that were Ishmaelites Whose camels loden towards Aegypt bent With balme and mirrh and spice from Gilead went Judah cries out what will it do us good To kill our brother and conceal his bloud He is our brother and our flesh 't were well We layd no hands upon him let us sell Him rather to you Merchants and being sold We are reveng'd and our reward is gold The saying pleas'd them all and up they rose Whilst absent Reuben nothing of it knows And coming to the pit cast in a rope To hale up weeping Joseph now in hope Some pity came upon them when he found Worse mischiefs gaping for him then the ground He in the narrow confines of the cave Was King there being none else but now 's a slave For th' Ishmaelites being come to them they brought him Who having lookt upon and lik't him bought him For twenty silver peeces a good rate Judas but thirty for his Master gaâ— Joseph thou highly valued art to rise Within ten peeces of thy Saviours price Thy brethren I 'm assur'd thought 't was good gain To have revenge and silver for their pain Two pieces ev'ry man but now th' art gone A cloak to hide their fault they think upon And here the worst of all their malice noat Their infamy they cover with thy coat Gods finger's in 't a ramme's for Isaac slain A kid for Joseph with whose blood they stain His colour'd rayment mean while to the pit Reuben makes haste and being come to it Bows him there down and whispers brother rise I come to free thee from the cruelties Of them that hate thee as from being slain I sav'd so now I le bring thee home again Unto thy father but when none replyes He doubts and louder and yet louder cryes At last with out-stretcht throat he lifts his voyce So have I often heard the climbing noyse Of some exact Musitian that begins So low ' youl l scarce beleeve he toucht the strings Then by degrees mounts to a tone so high That each eare tingles as in sympathy Or like the tune oth'winde that calmly blows At first then swels and by degrees it grows Higher and higher yet and is at last Able to deafe the hearers ev'ry blast Such and so fruitlesse is th' exalted voyce Of Reuben now he hears no answring noyse But his own eccho willingly beguil'd He takes that as an answer from the childe And cals again till reason makes him know It is not though God wot he wish it so He finds his error and with tears laments His brothers losse then passionatly rents His cloaths and with redoubled haste he makes After his