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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95611	Ter tria: or the doctrine of the three sacred persons, father, son & spirit. Principall graces, faith, hope, & love. Main duties, prayer, hearing, and meditation. Summarily digested for the pleasure and profit of the pious and ingenious reader. / By Faithfull Teate preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk.	Teate, Faithful, b. 1621.	1650 (1650)	Wing T617; Thomason E1901_1; ESTC R209946	71,499	206

Oh 't is thy right Accept my mite Or is it Love that sharpens Love again My Saviour every grinding pain Of thine on Earth and present Intercession Pleads for a Love beyond expression 'T is Love I live upon And do I yet Suspect thy Love or question it Lord if my Living be n't full proof thy dying Gives evidence beyond denying Herein is Love without dissimulation Thy Love thou provest by thy Passion Whose every wound with open mouth cries out We are Loves Vou●hers if you doubt When Heav'nly Hoasts first saw thee breath if then They run and preach good will tow'rds men If thus they comment on thine Infant-breath My God! what thought they of thy death Oh! how he Lov'd him if who saw thee shed Tears for thy friend Laz'ras bee'ng dead Cryed out What might they 've said that saw thee dye Bleeding for me thine enemy And dare I can I yet renew that grief Doubting thy Love through unbelief If I but say I Love how doth it grieve me If yet my Friend will not believe me And dare I yet suspect the God of Love Who saies who swears who dies to prove He Loves me Shall I fail in proof of mine And then to make a mends doubt thine Doubling thereby Each in●ury I find I feel I see and can't I say He Loves me doubts out of my way Doubtings by Demonstrations overcome Sure then if ever may be dumb Or if I needs must doubt and jealous bee Lord I le suspect my self not thee My soul lov'st thou thy Lord say yea or nay My God I 'm gravell'd what to say Yet will I hold mine heart to th' S●rutiny Till it affirm or else deny Deny my God! I dare not nay I cannot And yet methinks affirm I may not Oh that I could This only can I say Dear Lord that I cannot say nay Thoughts in again Loves no such neutrall thing You must a certain Verdict bring Only be sure for 't is your own behoof Your Verdict stands on certain proof Alas my thoughts can never solve this doubt Unless thy Love Lord help me out My God what crouds of witnesses seem strive To be depos'd o th' Negative My seldome thoughts of thee my cold devotions Heartless profession lifeless motions My wanton Dalian with the world and sin My want of kindness to thy kin My little longing when thou' rt out of sight Or lab'ring to regain the light I sigh to say How these plead NAY These ah my God! and many more than these My little little care to please Or fear of grieving thee my want of leisure For thee and in thee want of pleasure My numbe Lethargick zeal when men defame Thy Saints thy worship waies or name How say I that I Love thee when mine heart So poorly plaies the Lovers part My Love commands mine eye mine hand my purse Can I Love thee yet serve thee worse Or must my friend of all friends be deni'd What I yield all I Love beside Alas my Lord such proof had almost got A Verdict past I Love thee not But that one witness came and crost the rest Stifling that Verdict in my breast Yet t' was not much that witnesse had to say But sorely weeping cri'd I pray If 't be as you pretend that there 's no fire Whence is this smoaking flax desire My Jesus thou' rt my Judge the Judge of all To whom my Love must stand or fall Thou that knowst all things knowst that I abhor My self for Loving thee no more My dear I h've sometime long'd and do I not Long yet that thou wouldst loose one knot To tye another what 's this life to me If I must still be strange to thee To Love is life Else life 's but strife Oh that I were a Graduat in that Colledge Where Love is known that passeth knowledg Where smiling Saints do comprehend and dwell In Love incomprehensible Where perfect Love casts out tormenting fear Nor theirs nor thine is doubted there Where full-eyed Love may see to interline Thy text with some short Notes of mine But whilst I 'm low as earth short as a span Fleet as a shade narrow as man The height length depth and breadth of Love to measure I have nor skill my God nor leisure Love that 's as high as Heav'n for thence it came And thither with it bound I am Love that 's as long as length eternity Must say how long for so can't I. Love that 's as deep as Hell for thence it took Me And the day 's down in my book Love that 's as broard as sin that spreads all over Yet Lord thy Love my sin doth cover Th' Astronomer what houses stars do keep Can tell the diver gage the deep But I poor Christs-Cross-Sholler cannot spell LOVE though a monasyllable Lord I could be content mine earth might turn To ashes so my soul might burn And all my powers become one Holocaust Reaching thy Love and life at last Lord stir this fire And raise it higher Here 's a poor broken heart a Sacrifice Which yet thou 'st said thou lt not despise I bind it on thine Altar in desire Heav'ns favour set it all on fire Lord shall I ever be a Questionist Help me commence in Love to Christ Or still incept'ring pass a grace mine heart May once be master of this art But as I said methought I heard one say Away bold Freshman you must stay Your time there 's many'n act ere this degree And hare there must no hudlings bee Lord if it must be so my now Condition I tender to thine own Tuition Till I have better Arguments to prove I'm more proficient in thy Love Charge thy self with me Me and all that 's mine Subject I to thy discipline Lord I will have no mind distinct from thee Who givest all that 's thine to mee If others ask me can you walk abroad I le answer Go and ask my God Where thou saist go though flesh and blood say stay I 'le creep if I can't run that way Or if I as I fear I shall transgress This law of Love I now express I 'le humbly strip my self next serious thought Till thou hast whipt me for my fau't Then kiss thy rod And cry my God! Then if thou smile thy favour Lord shall be Like rain upon mown grass to me Or like warm Sun-beams that succeed some showr Till joyes poor Bud's a full-blown flower But I will watch left some Old-Adam seed With joyes fair flower put forth some weed Which when 't first peeps thy weeding knife I le borrow Lest the ground harden by to morrow I le mark thine eye a better brighter Star Than that that guid● the Mariner My dull remisness Lord thine eye shall whet To more observance when sharp set Thy quick and hasty look shall quicken mee I le away to my Book or Knee I le chide my busie play-fellows Away My master frowns I dare not play Lord I 'le see by thine eyes thine

to steal my Love from thee I cannot Love the giver for his gift Alas my God that 's a poor shift Why shall I court the Bearer that doth bring Forgetting him that sends the ring All Creature-good in this world or the next Be'ng but a comment on Loves Text This whole Creation be'ng but one round drop Hanging down from loves fingers top If all the world were Pearl yet why should I Desire to wear it in mine eye So that for this worlds Love I should not see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Can I so Love the world And can't I yet Love God that made both me and it Lord I must cry Here 's Witchery If the world be th' inchantress Lord I pray Hasten the Gen'rall Judgement day For sure my Love when 't sees the witch a burning To its right wits will be returning But rather I suspect 't is Hells black-art That from my God thus charms my heart Remembring 't was the wilie Serpents plot That first brake the True-Lovers-Knot When Baalams Divinations could not move From Gods dear Israel Gods dear Love But God that lov'd them once would love them still Though Balaam went from mount to hill He next instructs the Moabites to lay Adult'rous Loves in Isr'els way To quench their Love to God through wanton fire And thereby to incense Gods ire And if this world play the Moabitess 'T is Satans project Lord I guess Who see'ng he can't divert thy Love from mee Would thus divide my Love from thee And is mine heart divided ah my God Whose clo●en foot thereon hath trod The print discovers What though Balaam's dead Thou God of peace bruise Satans head But I am most affraid the worst's within The witch-craft of my native sin Sin winds and circles Lord so many wayes Till sin ofttimes the Devill raise Lord thou art fire Give sin her hire Burn up this witch her crafts and Philtre-pots Sins books of curious arts charms knots By thy refining Spirit that I may Get warmth of Love to thee that way Who hath bewitch'd me that I am so coy When thou wouldst fain my Love enjoy Thou blessed Three stand'st suing for mine heart Who only canst fill every part Dear God! who hath bewitched me that I cant Deny the courting world a graunt That never yet could fill my heart unless It were with griping emptiness The garment of thy goodness is entire Can keep me warm without a fire To which this whole creation's but a shred Each Creature 's but one single thred To give these things their due they 're good for use And lovely too unless their juice By Love inordinate be dryed up Leaving behind an empty cup. And is gold rich and can the mine be poor Theirs at the best is borrow'd store Nay so long borrow'd that it now grows old O that my Love could wax as cold As cold to earth as earth is in decay But more intense to God each day who 'll soon serve earth for all its glitt'ring grace As we do serve old Silver-lace Lord fire this pile Of man mean while I h've heard good husbands say that they that borrow Their stock to day may break to morrow Sure the worlds credit cannot long hold good 'T is much the world thus long hath stood Consid'ring when the world 's in fullest trade How poor and sorry payment 's made Him that owes all and must his right recover Sure th' world must then all trade give over Shall I not therefore deal i th' interim Less with the world but more with him With him whose Love 's an unexhausted spring Of ev'ry good and perfect thing Methinks mens trading with the world might stop At thought of this who keeps her shop Alas my God the world is Devill ridden The thing is known and can't be hidden Hell hath deflour'd the earth and now I see 'T would put its leavings off to me Dawbing false paint on th' face o th' wrinkled Creature Hav'ng worn and spoil'd its native feature The earth 's all Egypt now And Egypts curse Is over all the world or worse For Beelzebub with his swarming train Hath all things flie-blown To be plain There is no flesh that 's sweet but Saviours now Which Satan tri'd but knew not how To taint All 's dogs-meat else Lord teach me chuse And I shall all the rest refuse And only wish For that one dish A dish that 's wholesome and 't is healing too Ah my dear God! what shall I do To Love thy flesh enough that tasted once For ever heals my broken bones Set thine apart all other flesh is grass And is my soul an oxe or ass That it should Love no higher then my beast Or can my soul such fare digest Come Trencher Criticks you that eat by book And in your food for physick look Your Cook must be some small Apothecarie Will you allow a Verser varie From your received rules and be content To try a new experiment Flesh in a feaver's good Divinity Which who most eats scapes best say I. Provided that the flesh be sound and good For I would be right understood As never did nor could corruption see Ah my dear Saviour I mean thee Alas how low in an high burning Feaver Of Gods displeasure never never To have been cured otherwise did sin Once bring me till I did begin To fall aboard that sacred flesh And then How soon did I grow well agen Then wellcome gentle guest if thou hast not To prize and Love thine health forgot Come sit down here And Love this Chear Or tell me is it sweetness and delight That rather doth thy Love invite What more delicious sweeter thing can be Than that sweet blood was shed for me When I Repentance take that purging pill I take it in this Syrup still Wha● purgeth pains and would too much corrode ●●t for this sweet emulgent blood You curious Palates that can't let one glass Without a strict Examen pass Come tast and tell me if this blood this wine Ben't generous and genuine The Vine is Divine nay'tis somewhat more And can the blood o th' Grape be poor 'T is this High-Country-Wine that fills my cup When at my Saviours board I sup Wine that 's as sweet as wrath of God is bitter Which who hath tasted is the fitter To rellish this rich liquor Wrath makes dry But here 's the cup of Charity This is the grace-cup Nothing 's sweet nor good Till dasht or sprinkled with this blood Men are but Swine wines are but swill before This blood man to himself restore A Wine so good fal'n Angels might not tast it Who therefore did contrive to cast it Upon the ground which when they thought to spill They broach'd for man against their will Lord who can love Thy blood enough Or do you Love for Loveliness Come hither My Lord is Lovely alltogether Alas how am'rous wits forget their duty To this supreme and perfect beauty You fond admirers of a skin-deep

hue To dusty beauties bid adiew To dusty beauties that have marr'd your eyes Ah my dear God! that wit were wise It cuts mine heart to see much silken wit And snares and halters made of it Halters to th' owners snares to th'passers by How fast loose wit can wantons tie And stake them down till first the lover burns In heart and then in Hell by turns But say his Love be chast And shee a flow'r All 's next to nothing the next hour 'T is kill'd with kindness dies when complemented And soonest fades when 't is most sented Whose Muse doth dress his Mistriss hangs a Verse To day upon to morrows Herse Friends must be then call'd in to have away What wanton wit adores to day Skin-beauty's but a Sodom-apple just When crusht it turns to stench and dust The wanton world complains their Love is blind And I must needs be of their mind Whilst for such walking shades they cannot see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Yet thou art faire Beyond compare Had I a wit and had I grace I 'd bring My Saviour an enamel'd ring A ring whose Posie should be this alone Stars get ye gone the Sun hath shone Stars I mean glow-worms earthen beauties which i th' dark do sparkle in a ditch And fools mistake for Stars ill touch informs And proves them to be sillie worms But Lord my Muse unworthy is to bear The shoes that thy fair feet do wear Fairer for bee'ng so swift swift to shed blood Their own I mean to do me good How fair 's thy face then may I Lord one day Have leave to see though none can say How fair it is My dear the Sun 's a Clod To thy bright face fair Son of God! Wherein still fresh and fresh together growes With vallies Lillie Sharons Rose A rose that ne'r bare prickles of its own Yet sinners thorns did Saviour crown And shall I Love my Champion less for scars He gat in waging of my wars Thy bruises are but beauty spots my dear That make thy Love more fair appear Who loves for fleshly gloss and silken skin May find a Serpent oft within But thy deep wounds Lord prove thee that thou art All Lovely to thy very heart Beauty thus deep Will hold and keep Or is it Knowledg Learning Science art That takes the more ingenious heart Come bookish man and sit a while down here Till thou hast read my dearest dear What 's that that 's printed in his hands and feet The print is plain man dost not see 't A mystery that learned flesh and blood Never taught yet nor understood I h've sometime stood and wondred at the Owles How they should prove Minerva's Foules But since have learnt that learning 's blind as Love Till both be tutour'd from above Oh what a Dungeon is the mind of man Let Pallas paint it what she can Some would not be such fools but that they 're wise And might see better but for eyes Lord shall I Love to know and not know thee In whom all wisdoms treasures bee Great Magazine I whose wisdom's infinite Give me that Panoplie of light An Epictetus or an Antonine i th' dark may make a shift to shine But being by thy Sun-light understood Alas my God prove putrid wood Shall ventrous Students ev'ry Toads-head look For Pearls of knowledge And thy book Thy works lye by unlov'd unlook'd into Thy Pupills th' Angels don't so do But help their sight By Gospell-light Or do I Love for likeness Ah my dear Whose Image was 't I first did bear Whilst yet I stood in Primitive perfection Lord what was I but thy reflexion So like thee that thy self thou couldst not Love But Love me too Nor could I move Thy Love from me till I thy likeness lost Thine Image bee'ng sin-slur'd and crost But now I 'm hatefull grown and hating too Alas my God what shall I do To Love thee and to be belov'd of thee My Lord thy Love preventeth mee For since the ground of liking likeness is Rather then my poor Love thou'dst miss Since cursed sin made man unlike his maker God of mans likeness was partaker When sin to mans undoing had undone Gods Image God next sent his Son In likeness of poor sinfull flesh thereby Condemning sin i th' flesh to dye My God was hungry thirsty naked poor In fears in tears in sweat in gore Was tempted was betrai'd forsaken sold Was captivated kept in hold Was judg'd condemn'd was kill'd was buri'd then That he and I might rise agen In one Divine and sweet similitude And Love in likeness be renew'd And can I yet Thy Love forget Or do I Love for consanguinity For nearness and relation why For me Christ took and shed that Blood of his And do I ask how near he is My Lord is much more mine then I mine own My Lord was mine when I was none My Lord when I was lost and gone astray Was both my Shepheard and my Way Surely my Lord and I are near skin Ere since my Saviour was made SIN Forme and I made RIGHTEOVSNESS in him He is my head and I a limb He is the Vine and I the branch the root Whereof I am a slip or shoot Of my salvation he the captain is And I am a reprize of his He is my Father I his seed nay he In travaile of his soul bare me My brother too born for adversity The Joseph of the family He is my Maker yet mine husband too This Potter me his clay did wooe And rather then he 'd miss the match did make Him a clay-body for my sake Ev'n all men Love their own and shall I not Help Lord and I will knit the knot In full acceptance of thy free donation Clasp hearts and hands in sweet relation Lord thou art mine Make me more thine Or do I Love for suitable supplies To all my wants sure I want eyes Or I could not want Love my Lord to thee In whom all blessings treasur'd bee O that my drop into a Sea could swell Of Love to him in whom doth dwell All fullness as in bank or house of store Ev'n Grace and Bliss for evermore Thine bee'ng once asked if they would away O whither shall we go said they The words of life eternall Lord thou hast And that 's a stock can never wast Goodness is all contracted in thy face As Sun-beams in a burning-glass Oh that I lay in some directer line That I might burn whilst thou dost shine Am I a sinner thou' rt a propitiation I h've wrought confusion thou salvation I h've purchas'd death both for my self and thee But thou to life hast ransom'd mee As God thou seest as man thou feel'st my grief As both thou' rt suitable relief My Creditour and yet my Surety too Paying and pard'ning what I owe. Creatures are Cisterns leaking vessels they Cannot supply themselves one day And me much less My springs are all above My light my life Why not my Love

thee Is health to mee They that have not this sickness h●ve a worse ●hy plague and curse If any man LOVE not the Lord Jesus Christ let him be Anathema Maran-atha 1 Cor. 16.22 PRAYER NExt th' Trinity of Persons and of Graces Mans three main Duties Muse and Method Who views my God and Grace in all their Beauty places Can 't I should think but take delight in Duty But who believs Hopes Loves I 'm sure of that Will Love to Pray to Hear to Meditate Pray'r's the first breath put forth in crying then When through sad pangs poor souls are born agen Heav'n well commends Faiths midwifery and sayes The Child 's no still born for behold he prayes Pray'r is the rapper at Heav'ns door Faith knocks Who 's there saith Love within doors and unlocks Pray'r is the key what e're i th' lock retards Pray'r ●yld with mourning gently slips the wards And moves the Spring Gods heart Doth Ephraim mourn The bolt gives back Jehovah's bowels turn Pray'r is an Arrow from a well-bent heart Watch the Returns and see what 't will impart Of Heav'ns Intelligence i' th' flouds decrease This mournfull Dove brings th' Olive branch of peace Pray'r is the saced Bellows when these blow How musically doth faiths Organ goe Thus Pray'r proves Faith an Instaument and Love Answers to this wind-musick from Above In sweet consort with ravishing consent Upon that Lute that dear string'd Instrument Whose strings are Bowels of that Lamb once slain Who makes the Musick bee'ng Alive again Pray'r is the sacred Bellws when these blow How doth that Live-cole from Gods Altar glow By Prayer Love burns to zeal and hot desire Baptizeth the souls fewell all with fire Pray'r breath 's the gale whilest Faith doth navigate i th' brittle bark of Mans frail mortall state Good Hope 's the Cape fair Heaven and fair wind Whilest Faith in pray'r steers the low ballast mind Pray'r is Faiths Limbeck there the Promise lies And thence distils mock not Prayr's watry eyes On th' knees of Pray'r Faith brings forth Promises As Bilba sometimes bare on Rachels knees Pray'r is Faiths Bucket Pray'r doth upward move Drawing its waters from those wells above Chain'd to that Bucket of the Blessing so That that comes down as this doth upward go Pray'r is Faiths Pump where 't works till th' water come If 't come not free at first Faith puts in some Some truly penitentiall tears and then Pumping the Promise paies it self agen Pray'r is the Christians Pulse Pray'r instantly The Temper or Distemper will descry Some read some sing and some their pray'rs can say He 's an Elias that his pray'rs can pray Pray'r lifting up its holy hands can dart To Heav'n that hand-granado of the Heart Of the whole Heart which kindled with desire In fervent motion breaks sets Love on fire Compassions burn● Heav'n suff'ring violence Grows to surrender unto man propense Pray'r's a chief piece of Faiths Artillery Take a right ground mount Pray'r aym right let flie Doth Heav'n hold out let Heaven hear from Faith What force Pray'r home-charg'd with a Promise hath Doth Hell assault let fervour fire this Gun And the report shall make bold Legion run Pray'rs Rhetorick commands when 't begs and so Makes most victorious whom it brings most low Pray'r lifteth up the Eyes Hands Heart we see When Pray'r most humbly doth bow down the knee Pray'r makes Man Prince with God Doth Jacob kneel Saith King of Glory Rise up Israel Pray'r in the silent Hannah loudly Speak● Pray'r both Manasse's heart and prison breaks Elijahs Pray'r doth pierce the brassie skies And makes the Tears to stand in Heavens eyes 'T is not an armed Amalek can stand When Pray'r lifts up a Moses's naked Hand As Thunder struck Philistines once did fall D●wn tumbles Rain and th' Enemy withall At th'Lightning Legions Pray'● Oh who can war Where private Souldiers such Commanders are Pray'r bee'ng aboard the great Leviathan In whose close Cook-room Jonah's shipt poor man Mak●s Land runs th' Hull on shore and open breaks The Pris'ners way by blowing-up the Decks Pray'r undertakes to discipline the SUN To teach that Giant Postures when to Run When to Retreat to make a Halt to stand At praying Joshua's word of Command This Rowling Eve in Heavens Brow stands still Wondering to see Faiths Pray'r thus work its will Fifteen Degrees when Hezekiah pray'd His Life and ten the Sun ran retrograde Thus Pray'r prevails in Heaven Earth and Seas Add but its conquest over Hell to these How th' Ayre of Pray'r choaks the serpentine brood Of that old crooked Dragon in the flood Sin Satans spawn and how the intestine Thorne Is by true Prayr's compunction out-worne How th' Messenger of Satan's buffeted Who came to buffet how the Serpents Head Under the knees of Pray'r is sqeez'd at last And Beel-zebub is himself out-cast By the rare force of Pray'r that grows more strong By Fasting and more fresh by watching long The summe of all is Pray'rs stupendious Art To bind Gods hands and keep in hold his Heart Pray'r importuning this Sampson hath found Himself revealing how he may be bound Ev'n God be bound who 's infinitely free Yet saith to Faith and Pray'r Command ye mee The Prayer-hearing God the Father is The Pray'r-perfuming God that Son of His With flagrant fragrant Incense of His Merit The Pray'r-inditing God is God the Spirit Pray'rs Tears are washt in Gods Blood its means Are ayr'd with Gods unutterable groans Thus Pray'r prevails with God yet Praises shall Not Pray'r but th' God of Pray'r victorious call Who 's All in All. Pray alwaies with all PRAYER and watch there vnto with all Perseverance Eph. 6.18 HEARING FRom Pray'r to Hearing I proceed For that prepares for this indeed But who from Hearing turns his ear away The Lord abominates to hear him pray Heark t is Gods voice can man forbear To hear Him speak that made the Ear Why should the Head of hearing Ears make show Since such Deaf Ears upon Mans Heart do grow Heav'n did to poor Mans misery Give ear before he gave the Cry Methinks a Saviours words should all sound loud Acuted with the Accents of his Blood What vile Dishonesty appears By Mans disgracefull loss of Ears And y●● let Syrens frog and Satan knock 〈◊〉 Hear can 〈◊〉 too ●ight too soon unlock No Cords can hold or Lusts be bound Till All is over-board and drown'd When th'Serpent charms this Add●r hears but when Heav'n charm's more wisely th' Ears are charm'd agen Most what I see a monstrous sight Most have two Ears yet neither 's Right God gave them two yet they 'l by no means lend So much as one to such a bounteous Friend Sure such a Friend would soon repay By giving ear to what they pray God ever takes up Ears on Interest And doth his greatest Creditors pay best They teach their very Ears to pray Who listen well what God shall say Th' uncircumcis'd in Ear bid