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A91224	Mount-Orgueil: or Divine and profitable meditations raised from the contemplation of these three leaves of natures volume, 1. Rockes, 2. Seas, 3. Gardens, digested into three distinct poems. To which is prefixed, a poeticall description, of Mount-Orgueil Castle in the Isle of Jersy. By VVilliam Prynne, late exile, and close prisoner in the sayd Castle. A poem of The soules complaint against the body; and Comfortable cordialls against the discomforts of imprisonment, &c. are hereto annexed.	Prynne, William, 1600-1669.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Rockes improved.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Christian sea-card.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Christian paradise.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Comfortable cordials.	1641 (1641)	Wing P4013C; ESTC R231891	119,024	224

thoughts this way What Floods and streames of grace what tydes of Joy And sweetest Raptures able to destroy Those sinnes lusts vices which now taint defame Their very Callings and their Persons shame Would spring up in them what blest Calmes of Peace Amidst all winds and stormes what great increase Of Faith Love knowledge zeale and each sweete Grace Might thee enjoy whiles they the Ocean trace How might their Soules mount up above the skie When as their ships sinke and their bodies dye What change of Heart and Life would it effect In those who now God and their Soules neglect What holy pious Saints might Sea-Men be If they the Sea would thus divinely see O! as they love their Soules let me request Them and all others as they would be blest Hence-forth at vacant times to lay aside All sins Lusts Vices which their Soules mis-guide With wordly workes thoughts cares and then addresse Their Hearts and Mindes in Sacred earnestnesse To pious Meditations from the sight And Nature of the Sea which will delight Their drooping Hearts their wicked Lives amend And lodge their soules in Heaven ere they end If any want instructions to direct Or helpe them in this kinde let them reflect On this rude Christian-Sea-Card which may guide Them till some better Card thrust it aside By which if they their course shall henceforth steare They neede no Rockes Shelves Gulfes Stormes Wreckes to feare FINIS A CHRISTIAN PARADISE OR A Divine Posie Compiled of sundry Flowers of Meditation gathered from the Sweet and Heavenly Contemplation of the Nature Fruites and Qualities of Gardens BY WILLIAM PRYNNE late Exile and Close Prisoner in the Isle of Iersy Isaiah 61. 10. 11. I Will greatly rejoyce in the Lord my Soule shall be joyfull in my God for he hath cloathed me with the Garments of Salvation he hath covered me with the Robe of Righteousnesse as a Bridegroome decketh himselfe with Ornaments and as a Bride adorneth her selfe with her Jewels For as the Earth bringeth forth her bud as the GARDEN causeth the things that are sowne in it to spring forth so the Lord will cause Righteousnesse and praise to spring forth before all the Nations Cant. 5. 1. I am come into my GARDEN my Sister my Spouse I have gathered my Myrrhe with my Spice I have eaten my Honey-combe with my Honey I have drunke my Wine with my Milke O Friends drinke and be drunken with love O beloved Isaiah 58. 11. And the Lord shall guide thee continually and satisfie thy Soule in drought and make fat thy bones and thou shalt be like a watred GARDEN and like a Spring of Water whose waters faile not London Printed by T. Cotes for Michael Sparke dwelling at the blue Bible in Greene Arbor 1641. TO The Worshipfull his ever Honoured Kinde Friends M rs Douse and M rs Margaret Carteret Daughters to Sr Philip Carteret Knight Lieutenant Governor and Bayliffe of the Isle of Jersy SWeetenesse and Beauty two chiefe Qualities Of Gardens shine forth in such radiant wise In you sweete M rs Douse faire Margaret Prime Flowers of the House of Carteret That 't were Ingratitude nay Injury For me in silence here to passe You by And not inscribe this PARADISE to You To whom it is in all respects most Due Deigne then to owne this little Testimonie Of Thankes for all your Love and Courtesie To me an Exil'd Prisner in Jersy Who shall endeavour to be till I dye Your Devoted Friend and Servant WILLIAM PRYNNE A CHRISITAN PARADISE OR A Divine Posie Composed of sundry Flowers of Meditation gathered from the sweet and Heavenly Contemplation of the Nature Fruites and Qualities of Gardens THE PREFACE SOare up my Muse upon the Eagles Wings Above the Clouds and scrue up all thy strings Unto their Highest Straines with Angels Layes Mens Soules to ravish and their Hearts to raise From Earth to Heaven with those sweetest Notes Which Gardens tender to thy plodding thoughts A Theame of Meditation so Divine Rich pleasant usefull that no golden Mine No Hony-Combe may once with it compare Lord Feast our Soules with its Coelestiall fare Fruites pleasures in such wise that they may still Loath this worlds Cates with all things that are Ill Tasting no Pleasure but in Things above The onely Dainties which they ought to love A briefe Character of a Garden A Garden is an Earthly Paradise No mortall Creatures but Gods owne devise The first who Planted Gardens which began At the Creation God then binding Man The Lord of all his workes to this sweete Trade To Keepe and Dresse the Garden he had made This was Mans first imployment so as He In this Respect a Gardner stil'd may be The first and best of Trades which Adams tast Of the forbidden fruite hath much debast And with it Gardens too which thereby lost Much of their Pleasure to our Paine and cost Yet in this dolefull State of sinne and vice They still remaine Mans terrene Paradise Yeelding not onely Profit but delight Foode Cates Salves Phisicke Pleasures to the sight And other Senses solacing the Minde With sundry Objects which it there may finde It and the Body to refresh and cheare When as they tired vexed grieved are But this is nought to those Soule-ravishing Sweete heavenly Meditations which doe spring From Gardens able to rap and inspire The coldest Muse with a Coelestiall fire Yea melt the flintiest Heart and it advance Above the Spheares in a delightfull Trance These make an Eden of each Garden-Plot And here are fallen to my Muses Lot Meditations of the first Kinde 1. FIrst then a garden paints out to our Eyes And Hearts its prime Inventor God most wise Whose peerelesse Wisedome Art skill shine most bright In every Tree Plant Herbe Flower which our sight Beholds in Gardens whose variety In smell taste colour forme fruite quality And usefull vertues for all maladies Wounds Ulcers Aches stripes Infirmities Of Man and Beast so many that Mans Art Hath not as yet found out the thousand part From Adams fall till now at large descry Gods matchlesse Art and wisedome to each eye View we the goodly Colours Beauty Frame Embroidry carving fruites leaves rootes which shame And pose all Artists with the Joynts and sweete Proportion of those Parts which in them meete And we must needes confesse him onely wise Who these rare peeces did at first devise Without a Patterne and doth dayly raise Such worlds of goodly Fabrickes to his praise O let our Hearts words workes still celebrate His boundlesse wisedome who did these create 2. That most transcendent Beauty which we see With dayly admiration in each Tree Plant Herbe Carnation Lilly Tulip Rose With worlds of other Flowers which the Nose Affect with pleasant smels and beautifie The Earth and Gardens more than starres the skie Shining with rarest Colours of each kinde So fresh mixt sorted that they rap the Minde Into

amazement sweetly manifest In some darke measure to each pious Breast Gods most surpassing Beauty to whose Light The Noone-day Sunnes more darke than any Night Why doe we then like doting Fooles admire A comely Face necke hand bush brave Attire Or waxe proud of them as most doe since grasse Trees Lillies flow'rs In beauty farre Surpasse The fairest Kings Queen's Ladies whose hands face And rich Array compar'd to these are base O! if we dote on Beauty let the Rayes Of Gods Eternall Glory past all praise And Comprehension pierce melt rap transport Our Soules with Love scorch them in such sort That they may ever burne with its sweete flame And deeme all Beauty else not worth the Name Being imperfect fading every Houre Not halfe so lovely comely as a flower 3. Each Plant Herbe Roote Grasse Flower which doth grow In Gardens Gods Almighty power forth show Since all the Monarches Artists Men that live With all their might wit skill can never give Life to existence to the smallest flower Much lesse an Essence O what little power Is there in greatest Kings who cannot make One Grasse Herbe Plant though Nestors yeares they take To doe it O what wondrous Potency Is there in God! whose word did instantly Create all Creatures Herbes Trees Plants that grow In Gardens Orchards Woods Fields here below O let our Minds when we these Creatures see Upon his mighty Power still fixed be Which as it dayly makes the fairest Trees Plants Herbes and Flowers spring by sweete degrees Out of the vilest dust can likewise raise Us from the very grave his power to praise Be then our Cases Crosses ne're so ill Take courage God can mend them when he will And in due season make us spring againe Like withered Plants Herbes Flowers after raine 4. Gardens shew forth Gods goodnesse to mankinde Which he who seeth not in them is quite blinde For doth not that great sweete variety Of garden Plants Fruites which delight the Eye And other Senses ease helpe and redresse All paines wounds sores diseases that oppresse Both Man and Beast yeelding them Physick Food Salves Sauce Cates Cordialls Fumes Cloathes all that 's good Or usefull for them plainely manifest Gods gracious Bounty to each Man and Beast O what abundant Service thankes praise Love Are due from Man unto his God above Who hath thus stored Gardens fields each place With such great plenty of these gifts of grace O let us blush that we serve love no more God who hath blest us with this happie store And hence conclude in our Necessity That this good God will all our Wants supply He who our Gardens doth with these things store Our Bodies Soules will feed feast fill much more 5. A Garden like a Glasse Gods Providence Reflects most clearely to the dullest sense Who for Mans use and Service in each Clime Makes Trees Plants Herbes Flowres Seedes spring in due time Which are most usefull fit to ease heale feede And helpe those in the countries where they breed And placed neare him great variety Of Herbes Salves Phisicke for each Malady Both easie cheape and ready still at hand If He their vertues did but understand O what a tender Care hath God of Man Thus to provide for each disease that can Or doth befall him such cheape ready Cures O praise him for this care which still endures And sith that He our wealth doth so respect Let us take heede we never him neglect Nor yet our selves but thankefully make use Of what may to our Health or ease conduce Lord when we walke in Gardens to delight Our mindes or sences let the sweetest sight Of Thee and these thy Attributes which they Present most clearely to us day by day Rap up our Soules into such Extasies That they nought else but Thee may love or prise Meditations of the second Ranke MOreover Gardens lively represent Christ to our Eyes and Mindes with blest content 1. For first as Gardens yeeld all rarities And pleasant Objects to delight the Eyes And other Sences so all pleasant sound Soule-chearing Comforts Joyes in Christ are found Our Hearts to solace whence most sweetnesse springs When we taste nought but Gall in other things O blessed Jesus such Soule ravishing Groves streames of sweetest Cordialls from Thee spring To cheare our drooping Soules in all distresse That did they once but taste their lushiousnesse And more than Honey sweetnesse they would be Rapt and inamor'd with nought else but Thee O let me feele how good how sweete thou art Then thou alone shalt feast fill have mine Heart 2. Againe as fruitefull Gardens bring sorth store Of Herbes Receites for every Sickenesse sore Wound Vlcer Ache that hapneth to Mankinde So in our Saviour Christ our Soules may finde A Soveraigne Herbe Balme Salve for to appease Helpe heale each sore wound ulcer ach disease That doth or can them any times annoy Grieve paine perplex or threate them to destroy Are then our Soules sicke wounded like to dye With any sinne or deadly Maladie O let us then resort to Christ with speede For Herbes Salves Physicke all else that we neede Whose Blood 's a royall Balme receipt to save All Soules which from it helpe health Phisicke crave 3. Gardens still yeeld a pleasant fragrant smell And rich perfumes Christ doth them farre excell In his sweete-smelling Odors which ascend Into Gods Sacred Nostrells to amend Perfume and sweeten all those stinking sowre Vnsavory Prayers which to God we powre In Christs sweete Name whose horrid sent and stinke More Loath-some than the vilest kennell sinke Would else so much offend his Sacred Nose That he both it and his Eares too would close Against them yea detest both them and us Where now these Odors make them gracious Farre sweeter than the richest sent that can Be found out to delight the Nose of Man And as Christs fragrant perfumes farre excell The sweetest Incense in his Fathers smell So doe they likewise in the sent of those Whom he hath chosen to whose Sacred Nose The fragrant'st Odors matcht with Christs are stinke And more unsavory than the foulest sinke Sweete Jesus let thy pleasant perfumes move And ravish all our Soules with thy sweete Love 4. Gardens have pleasant Fountaines where we may Our bodies bathe and wash their filth away Yea quench our thirst our heates coole and revive Those Trees Herbes Plants that fade and make them thrive Christ hath a pleasant Fountaine Spring or Well Of sweete and living waters that excell All others springing in him where we may Bathe coole refresh our Soules and wash away The filth of all our sinnes and eke revive Our withering Graces and them cause to thrive Lord ever ba the our Soules in this blest spring Which will both Health Joy safty to them bring 5. Most Pleasant

LOe here 's the Authors Shadow passe it by These Lines his Substance will in Part descry Gaze not upon his Shade unlesse to see And learne thereby that all Men Shadowes be All flesh is Grass the best men vanity This but a shadow here before thine eye Of him whose wondrous changes clearly show That GOD not men swayes all things here below MOVNT-ORGVEIL OR DIVINE AND PROFITABLE MEDITATIONS RAISED FROM The Contemplation of these three Leaves of Natures Volume 1. ROCKES 2. SEAS 3. GARDENS digested into three distinct Poems To which is Prefixed a Poeticall Description of Mount-Orgueil Castle in the Isle of Jersy BY VVILLIAM PRYNNE Late Exile and Close Prisoner in the sayd Castle A Poem of The Soules Complaint against the Body and Comfortable Cordialls against the Discomforts of Imprisonment c. are hereto annexed Psalme 19. 14. Let the Words of my mouth and the MEDITATION of my Heart he acceptable in thy sight O Lord my Strength and my Redeemer Psalme 143. 5. I remember the dayes of Old I MEDITATE on all thy Workes I muse on the Worke of thy hands LONDON Printed by Tho. Cotes for Michael Sparke Senior and are to be sold by Peter Inch of Chester 1641. TO The Right Worshipfull his ever Honoured worthy Friend Sir PHILIP CARTERET Knight Lieutenant Governour and Bayliffe of the Isle of Jersy SIR Your great Favour and Humanity To Me whiles Exile Prisner in Jersy Wholy secluded from all Friends accesse Under the angry Frownes of their Greatnesse Who sent Me thither to deprive me quite Of worldly Comforts challenge a just Right To these rude Meditations which there grew And so in Justice are your proper Due Accept them than as a small Pledge of my Thankes unto You till Oportunity And better Dayes enable me to finde Some other meanes to pay all that 's behinde Your Eternally Obliged Friend and Servant WILLIAM PRYNNE TO THE CHRISTIAN READER SHut up Close-Prisner in Mount-Orgueil Pile A lofty Castle within Jersie Isle Remote from Friends neere three yeares space where I Had Rockes Seas Gardens dayly in mine Eye Which I oft viewed with no small delight These pleasing Objects did at last invite Me to contemplate in more solemne wise What usefull Meditations might arise From each of them my soule to warme feast cheare And unto God Christ Heaven mount more neare In which pursuite I found such inward Joyes Such Cordiall Comforts as did over-poise My heaviest Crosses Losses and supply The want of all Foes did me then deny Give me assurance of a sweete Returne Both from my Exile Prison and mine Urne Revive my cold dead Muse and it inspire Though not with brightest yet with Sacred fire Some Sparkes whereof rakt up in Ashes then I layd aside for want of Inke and Pen But now enlarged by the mighty hand Of that sweete God who both by Sea and Land In sundry Prisons Countries kept me so In health and comfort that I met with no One day of Sickenesse Sadnesse Discontent In eight yeares Troubles and Imprisonment Which I relate that all may blesse his Name For his great Mercy and expect the same Support and Presence of our God in all Those sharpe Afflictions which may them befall As I have found by sweete experiment To my surpassing Solace and Content I have blowne up these buried Sparkes a new And here present them to thy Christian view Kinde Reader to the end that thou mayst be Refresht with those Thoughts which refreshed me And Steele thy Soule with Faith Hope Confidence Against all Carnall feares and diffidence With that which made Me to expect with joy That blest Enlargement I doe now enjoy From my long Durance Censures Banishment Which God hath made a fresh sweete Monument Of his Almighty power that all thereby In all their Troubles and Adversitie May learne with Faith Hope comfort to depend On God who in due time Release will send Thy Comfort Profit is all I desire Next to Gods glory Lord let the sweete fire Of thy good Spirit by these Lines convoy Such Flames of Love zeale Comfort Grace Joy Into each Readers soule that he may see These Meditations were inspir'd by Thee If any profit fruit thou from them gaine O pray for him who ever shall remaine Thy Unfained Christian Friend WILLIAM PRYNNE A POETICALL DESCRIPtion of Mount-Orgueil Castle in the Isle of Iersy interlaced with some briefe Meditations from it's rockie steepe and lofty Situation MOunt Orgueil Castle is a lofty pile Within the Easterne parts of Jersy Isle Seated upon a Rocke full large high Close by the Sea-shore next to Normandie Neere to a Sandy Bay where boats doe ride Within a Peere safe both from Wind and Tide Three parts thereof the flowing Seas surround The fourth North-west-wards is firme rockie ground A proud High-mount it hath a Rampeir long Foure gates foure Posternes Bulworkes Sconces strong All built with Stone on which there mounted lye Fifteene cast peeces of Artillery With sundry Murdering Chambers planted so As best may fence it selfe and hurt a foe A Guard of Souldiers strong enough till warre Begins to thunder in it lodged are Who watch and ward it duly night and day For which the King allow's them Monthly pay The Governour if present here doth lye If absent his Lievetenant deputy A man of Warre the keyes doth keepe and locke The Gates each night of this high towering Rock The Castle 's ample Aire healthy and The Prospect pleasant both by Sea and Land Two boystrous foes sometimes assault with losse This Fortresse which their progresse seemes to crosse The Raging waves below which ever dash Themselves in pieces whiles with it they clash The Stormy winds above whose blasts doe breake Themselves not it for which they are too weake For why this fort is built upon a Rocke And so by Christs owne verdict free from shocke Of floods and winds which on it oft may beate Yet never shake it but themselves defeate Thus potent Tyrants whiles they strive to quash Christs feeble members oft themselves quite dash To shivers ' gainst the Rocke Christ upon whom They safely founded stand what ever come A Rocke too high for floods to reach too strong Too firme for fiercest winds to shake though long They beate upon it with a roaring sound And blustring stormes to cast it to the ground This Castles haughty name and lofty seat Enough to puffe up minds not truly great Portend at first that pride it selfe should dwell Within it or such who in pride excell Since haughty Tytles places too oft find Or Make at least a proud and haughty mind But though this vice in former times perchance Might here reside and her proud throne advance Yet now shee 's banish't hence with all her traine And long be it ere she returne againe Now nought but meeknesse and humility In mind and habit mixt with charity The truest ensignes of a noble Race And pious heart adorne

a God of might can tame and charme Such foaming bedlam Seas and them dis-arme Of all their fury strength and them divide Yea dry at pleasure to abate their pride And cannot he who bounds rules calmes and quels The boist'rous Ocean when it roares and swels With greatest force and furie bridle swage Both men and Devills when they storme and rage Yea dash them into shivers with more ease And speed than Seas a potsheard if He please Why should wee then once dread their threats or frownes Their might or fury which our God still bounds They cannot touch one haire if he say nay Much lesse our Soules harme or our bodies slay Whilest we with upright hearts for his cause stand O sweete sweete comfort to Gods chosen Band Thinke well of this and then we shall defie All Tyrants rage and neare once feare nor flye What ever comes when God shall call us out To fight for him and shew our selves most stout 4. Besides the Flux and Reflux of Seas Tyde At certaine constant houres without a guide It s wise disposall to each shore Port Creeke Throughout the world where men for traffique seeke It s close conveyance to all Fountaines Springs The Earth to water and all living things The great and wondrous strange variety Of Fish and Creatures which doe live breede lye Within its wombe Men to delight and feede As well in times of plenty as of neede What doe they all demonstrate to our eyes And Mindes but that God is most skilfull wise In these his wondrous workes exceeding all Mens Art farre more than Earth a Tennis-Ball O let us then in all we enterprize Submit our wits to him who is so wise Craving his ayde and giving him the praise Of his great wisedome which must guide our wayes 5. Yea these shew forth to Men Gods Providence Which doth the Sea thus order guide dispence In wondrous manner and feede rule sustaine All Fishes creatures which it doth containe And is as watchfull restlesse night and day As Seas which ever move but never stay Thrice happie they who firmely can relie Upon Gods care in all extremity He who each wave doth rule and each fish feede Will in due season send them all they neede 6. The Seas great depth which few or none can sound Points out Gods secret Judgements more profound Yea Ships Barkes Boates which plough the Seas bright face Yet leave no footsteps by which them to trace Gods hidden Counsells wayes and deepe decrees Past finding out present to all degrees Hence God is sayd in Sea to have his way His pathes in waters deepe past mans display O then adore his Judgements Counsells deepe And not presume into them once to peepe With prying eyes beyond those bounds which He In sacred writ hath fixed unto thee 7. The Length and widenesse of the Sea which spreads It selfe both farre and neere to pious Heads And Hearts shewes forth the vaste immensity And Omni-presence of the Deity Which fills both Earth and Heaven Sea world Hell Yea every part of each O strange to tell Oh horrid Meditation to the Rout Of gracelesse sinners when they goe about To hide or flye from God who doth fore-stall Nay fill all corners into which they crall How can they then escape his venging hand Which is so neare them both by Sea and Land Yet matchlesse solace to Gods chosen sheepe That his sweete presence shall them cheare fence keepe By Sea and Land where ere they live or goe This makes them happie in a world of woe What neede we then to feare a banishment From Friends or home or close Imprisonment In any hole or dungeon since no place Can barre from us Gods presence or his Grace Which ever make an Heaven where they dwell A royall Pallace of the darkest Cell 8. The raging Seas fierce waves and roaring Cry Which daunt all Hearts spare neither Low nor High Bearing downe all before them who withstand Their furious progresse with a potent hand Describe Gods dreadfull wrath and dismall Ire Against obdurate sinners who conspire To breake his Lawes oppose his Christ despite And grieve his Spirit sinning with delight Without remorse or checke till they provoke Him to consume them with a fatall stroke O let us oft consider still feare shunne His dreadfull wrath from which we cannot runne Much lesse resist it praying Christ to swage And quench it least we perish in Gods rage The angry Floods can onely drowne or fright Us for a moment but if Gods wrath light Upon us Soule and Body both shall be Vnder its Tortures for Eternitie 9. The Sea so usefull good and meete for Fish And foule of all sorts that mans heart can wish For Salt Clounds raine springs rivers which proceede From it and traffique for all things we neede Proclaimes to all Gods goodnesse bounty grace Who all this goodnesse in the Sea did place To make Men happie Let this goodnesse raise Our hearts to Love and give him all due praise 10. Once more the Springs and Rivers which ascend Out of the Sea at first and in it end Instruct us sweetely how that every thing From God the Sea of being first did spring And therefore should by way of thankefulnesse Their course Aymes Ends to him alone addresse But chiefely Man first made and since that bought To serve God onely in deed word and thought Should all returne to him from whom it flowes Since all is his that on us springs or growes O let us study from our Hearts to give All unto him in whom we are move live It is his due our duty all we have To render to him who our soules must save Most blessed God let us thus oft behold Thee in this Christall glasse the Sea our cold And frozen Hearts to warme with these sweete Rayes Which it reflects to thine eternall praise Meditations of the second Sort. AGaine the Sea 's of Christ a lively Type And his deare blood which doth our sinnes out-wipe 1. For as the Sea all filth doth clense away From Bodies Vessells Meates Hearbes Fruites Aray That in it washed are So Christs sweete Blood More clensing than the purest spring or Flood All filth and spots of sinne which Soules defile And in Gods eyes present them foule and vile Doth quite abolish and so purge away From all such soules as on him fast hold lay By faith unfained that no filth nor staine Of any sinne upon them shall remaine To make them loathsome in his Fathers sight In which they shine as starres most cleare and bright O let us prize this Blood beyond compare By which our Soules from sinne thus clensed are 2. The Sea which did the wicked world destroy By Gods command yet saved upright Noy With that red Sea which the Aegyptians drown'd When

and hide Through Faith that they may be no more espide If thus we thinke learne doe by what we see From day to day thrice happie shall we be 6. The springing Tide which by degrees doth flow To Full-Sea marke and then by steps falls low With ships first built then lanch'd next rigd then sent And put to Sea till they be wreckt or spent Paint out Mans birth growth age death to our sight With all those Floodes Ebbes changes that doe lite Upon him from the wombe unto his Urne Where he meere dust shall unto dust returne 7. The Arke of old which on the floods did floate And saved Noah with each Shippe and boate Which crosse the Seas and those in safty keepe That in them saile when others in the deepe Depriv'd of these are drowned sweetely shew To us Gods Churches State which here below On this worlds Sea doth safely floate and ride Though tost and torne with Tempests Windes and tide And saves all such as in her saile and stay When all without are drown'd and cast away Let this induce us in Christs Church to dwell Live dye for feare we drowne and sinke to Hell 8. The vastest Sea is bounded and obeyes The Lawes and Edicts which God on its layes As well as smallest springs or streames How then Dare greatest Monarches Princes Kings or Men Themselves deeme boundlesse lawlesse and exceede The bankes and Lawes which God to them decreed Let sencelesse Seas now teach them to containe Within due Bounds and not to over-straine 9. When Seas through winds or stormes doe overflow Or breake their bankes great mischiefes losses grow From thence to men and Beasts which then are drown'd And all such places which they doe surround When Kings or great ones out of Avarice Pride Lust Ambition or some other vice Out-swell or breake the bounds which God hath set A Flood of woes and mischiefes they beget Wherein they drowne themselves and many more And then too late their dismall Fates deplore Let Kings and Grandees then take speciall heede How they their fined Bounds breake or exceede 10. The Sea below doth ever flow Ebbe move As God himselfe doth steare it from above So men on Earth their thoughts words acts should frame And Guide as God above directs the same 11. Now waters ever stinke or putrifie Whiles they within their Channels move and lie But once remov'd out of their proper place Or let lye still they stinke and lose their grace Thus men doe seldome rot in sinnes lusts vice Whilst they their honest calling exercise And keepe within their Compasse But if they Grow idle lazie or begin to stray Out of their fixed Stations in short space They rot and stinke in Sinnes to their disgrace O then beware of sleepe and idlenesse Which rot and Slay the Soules they once possesse 12. When I perceive the Seas sweete flowing tyde Upon the drie Sands shores to creepe steale glide By senselesse steps untill it drowne them quite It represents unto my thoughts minde sight Howsinnes and vices by degrees creepe grow On men till they them drowne and overflow O then let all their first progresse withstand Else they will them soone drowne as Seas doe Land Nay worse since flowing Seas still Ebbe againe And leave the Sands dry Sinnes still flow and gaine On Men and drowne them each day more and more They know no Ebbes but flow and ne're give o're 13. The Ebbing Sea which all its filth behinde Leaves on the shore should put all men in minde How their Ebbes and afflictions should still make Them all their filth of sinne quite to forsake Which being once cast up upon the shore Must never be resumed by them more 14. When I behold Our Females wash away With water all blacke spots of Inke Soote Clay Which on their faces fall by accident I wonder much and cannot but lament To see some spot their faces studiously With Anticke Patches of a Sable dye Should God himselfe their visage thus bespot They would repute it an uncomely Blot A great dishonor and use all their skill To cure or hide such blacke spots Moles as ill How dare they then use Artificiall spots Which they if native would repute for blots And deeme a blemish to their beauty nay A sad ill Omen May I not then say These spots are not the spots of Gods Children Which make them odious to God and good Men Who love no spots since Christ his blood out-shed To clense his chosen from all Spots and dread Wash off renounce these Satan Spots least He Them Satans Spots adjudge and you to be His marked Vassals not his owne washt traine Sith such blacke spots upon your face remaine To weare white Linnen spotted is disgrace What is it then to weare a spotted Face And that in Gods owne presence Certainely It cannot but be sinne or infamie A Spotlesse Soule abhorres a spotted Face Which where all 's cleane within can have no place By Christs owne verdict so that all may feare Inward uncleannesse where such spots appeare Which spring no doubt from Pride lust wantonnesse Or following great Vaine Persons antique Dresse The Sea which hates spots shall in judgement rise Against all who with spots their Fronts disguise 15. The flowing Seas which seeme to kisse embrace The shore in lovely sort yet in short space Recoile againe and leave it naked dry And faster from than to it use to flye Paint out in lively sort before our Eyes Those hollow hearted friends unconstant guise Who in the flood of Mens prosperity Can hugge embrace protest to live and die Together with them But as soone as they Begin to Ebbe and their estates decay Forthwith retire and in post from them flye Leaving them naked in their misery This is the common friendship now adayes Wherein true Friends deserve both love Crownes praise Who still sticke closest in adversity And then draw nearest when all others flye 16. Few put to Sea or come a shore but when It flowes not Ebbes which Character that Men Delight to swim still in prosperity And flowing streames shunning adversity With Ebbes of Fortune though the Schoole of grace And vertue which in full Seas scarce finde place For as the flowing Sea still runnes amaine Towards the Earth and never turnes againe Till Ebbes recall it So prosperities Encreasing Flood mens hearts minds loves carries Still towards Earth and worldly things below Drowning all Graces vertues that should grow Within them till some crosse Ebbes which befall Them their hearts thoughts affections quite recall From Earth and worldly things to things above Turning the streame of their desires hearts love To God and grace above the Port But End To which our Thoughts Acts motions should still tend O happy Ebbes which mount our soules on high And them translate from Earth

sacred word To all of all rankes can and doth afford A copious store and sweete variety Of great and pretious promises which lye Dispersed in it to refresh joy ease All sad dejected soules and them appease O with what pleasure joy and blest delight May tyred drooping soules both day and night Walke in the midst of this sweete Paradise Where all refreshing comforts grow and rise Let these be still our study night and day Which all our griefes feares sins will chase away 5. All Gardens sweet refreshment still afford To tyred bodies spirits So Gods word To weary soules opprest with sinne and spent With griefe yeelds sweete refreshment and content Here may they find blest rest repose and ease When nought else can them comfort or appease O let our soules for ever dwell and rest In its refreshing shade which makes them blest 6. Gardens inclosed are Gods word is so Within his Churches pale there must we goe To seeke and find it sith the Church doth keepe And shew the Scriptures to Christs chosen sheep But not confirme or give authority To them who doe her judge surport and try 7. Gardens are Common both to rich and poore To all of all sorts So the Scriptures doore Is shut to none but open stands to all Degrees of men to rich poore great and small Yea pooremen most part have a greater share In this rich Garden than the great'st that are 8. Gardens are fruitfull and make all things grow That men in season in them plant or sow Gods word is fertile too and makes men spring Grow thrive in grace and much fruit forth to bring 9. Gardens most sweetly picture to our eyes Minds thoughts God Christ and man in lively-wise Thus doe the Scriptures too in farre more bright And perfect colours paint them to our sight He who would these exactly know and see Must on the Scriptures alwaies looking be 10. Gardens are full of objects whence we may Sweet contemplations raise from day to day To make us better and translate our love From earth to heaven and the things above So are the Scriptures O thrice happy they Who meditate still in them night and day To mend their lives hearts soules and elevate Them from an earthly to an heavenly state All other studies matcht with these are base And leave the soule but in a damned case Onely the Scriptures make us truly blest And guide our soules unto eternall rest 11. Lord let us daily more and more discry The sacred Scriptures worth and dignity Our soules to cheare feast ravish with their love That wee our words thoughts acts may guide and move As they direct and let each Gardens sight Present them to our thoughts with sweet delight That while we view this leafe of natures booke We may more clearly into Gods booke looke The one whereof gives to the other light And both conjoyn'd will yeeld more sweet delight Meditations of the fifth Sort. AGaine in Gardens we may view and find A lively map and picture of mankind And day by day both in them read and see The story of our selves and what we bee 1. For first those seeds which we in gardens saw And bury in their wombes that they may grow And spring up thence present unto our eyes That humane seede from which we all arise And sprout at first sowne planted in the wombe And there inter'd as in a Garden tombe Till it be quickned formed and made fit To come into the World and breake from it 2. Each seed root plant we see in Gardens spring And peepe out of the earth doth sweetly bring Unto our mindes and shadowes to our eyes Mans birth into this world in lively-wise Who breakes and creepes out from his mothers wombe Like seede out of the earth that he may come Into this wretched world whose misery As soone as borne still makes him weepe and cry 3. The weake young tender blades and sprouts that grow Up first from seeds rootes plants doe lively shew Unto our eyes and thoughts mans infancie Who cannot stand or goe but crawle and lye Vpon the ground like blades grasse sprigs new thrust Out of the earth which leane lie on the dust 4. Their further growth in strength height breadth each day Mans daily growth in all these well display Untill his youth out-grows his infancie By senselesse steps and make him sprout up high 5. Their progresse till they blossome and forth bring Gay goodly lovely sweet flowers in the spring And Summer season aptly typifie Our fresh sweet flowring youth which in each eye Makes us as comely lovely fresh and gay As garden-trees flowres in the month of May Though still as fading as the tendrest flowre Oft cropt and withered in lesse than one houre 6. Their next succeeding fruits and seeds expresse Our riper yeares and age of fruitfulnesse Fit for imployment and the practicke part Of any science calling trade skill art Or publicke office in the Church or State For which our youth 's too soone our age too late 7. Their full ripe Leaves fruits seeds which bend and fall Vnto the earth at last may mind us all Of mans old age which will him bow then cast Or bring quite downe unto the dust at last From whence hee sprung and useth to decay His strength teeth senses parts which fall away As leaves seeds fruits in autumne and him make Like withered stalkes which leaves seedes fruits forsake Before his aged shriv'led Body dyes Whilst it weake bed-rid senselesse halfe-dead lyes 8. The falling of their withred stalks trunkes boughs Unto the earth at last most lively shewes That our old age it selfe will kill us all At last and make us dead to earth to fall Though neere so healthy wealthy mighty strong And that if nought else kill us living long Will doe it a disease which none can cure If others scape old men to dye are sure 9. The buring of these old stalkes leaves againe When falne downe on the earth shewes forth most plaine Before our eyes our funerals when we Quite dead and withered shall interred be And shut close prisoners in our mother earths Darke wombe from whence at first we had our births 10. Their rotting there and turning into dust Instructs us how the grave shall rot and rust Our corps and turne them into dust at last Sith God such sentence hath against them past 11. The seedes which drop into the earth and there Rot for a time but yet againe appeare And spring afresh more glorious than before And by their rising much increase their store Demonstrate to us in most pregnant wise How our dead rotten Corps againe shall rise Out of the dust and graves wherein they lye In greater vigour glory dignity Then ever they enjoy'd and gaine farre more By rising than by death

they lost before O let this arme us against all the feare Of death or grave and still us joy and cheare 12. When wee behold some tender bud or blade Nipt with the frost winds stormes to fall and fade So soone as shot forth wee may learne thereby How men oft times even in their infancie As soone as borne yea sometimes in the wombe Are nipt and cropt by death and to their Tombe Depart from hence so soone so suddainly As if they were borne onely for to dye Let younglings then as well as old prepare For death from which none un-exempted are 13. When as we view the bravest fairest flowers Cropt blasted withred vanisht in few houres We may therefrom contemplate how that wee By suddaine death oft blasted withred be Cropt off consumed in few minutes space Even in the flowre prime pride choyce vigour grace Of all our dayes when death from us did seeme The farthest off and we did not once dreame Of its approach A truth we daily see Which should teach youth for death prepard to be 14 The ripe fruits seedes which wee in gardens view Pluckt off and gathered clearly to us shew How men of ripe yeares are most commonly Pul'd off by death and so should looke to dye At least as soone as ripe if not before Sith then they stand neere unto grim deaths doore Whom if he spare to pull or shake downe they Will of themselves in short space fall away And drop into his mouth Let then all such Stand still prepar'd for death who doth them touch 15. Each seed fruits leafe flowre blossome we see fall Fade rot within our Gardens shew how all Mankinde must fade fall rot and dye like these Each in his time and perish by degrees And that no age sexe calling state is free From death to which they ever subject be And so should teach all to account each day Their last wherein they looke to passe away 16. Each Garden in the yeares foure seasons paints Forth to our eyes and us full well acquaints With mans foure ages which doe comprehend The whole race of his life untill it end In spring time they depaint our infancie And younger yeares in summer they descry Our youthfull flowring age In Autumne they Our riper yeares and drooping age display In winter when they shriveled naked are And all amort decayd they then declare Our old decrepid withred dying yeares When all within us dead nought fresh appeares Wee can no time then in our gardens be But wee our selves may there read know view see By contemplation in more compleat wise Than in all pictures painters can devise O let us view our selves in this bright glasse Each day and see there how our ages passe And slit away untill wee wither dye To mind us still of our mortality 17. Besides by meditation we may hence Behold mind know our state of innocence Before our fall since God did Adam place In Edens garden in a state of Grace And Innocence it both to keepe and dresse Where he not long enjoy'd this happinesse 18. Yea in our Gardens we may read and eye Our fall and state of sinne and misery Sith we in Edens Garden caught that fall Through Adams sinne which did undoe us all And plunge us into such a woefull state Of sinne and vice as makes God us to hate And daily spurres us unto all excesse Of horrid sinnes and monstrous wickednesse Which cast us headlong into hell and make Vs nought but fuell for that fiery Lake A dismall state indeed whose thought should rent Our stony hearts and cause them to relent 19. But not dispaire sith in this very place Christ hath restored us to a state of grace Of which it minds us all sad hearts to cheare And us from our collapsed state helpe reare For as Christ in a Garden was betrayd And dead there in a new sepulcher laid So did he there from death rise up againe And thereby rais'd up all his chosen traine From their lost lapsed to a blessed state Of grace and glory O then celebrate And ever blesse praise love serve Christ who thus Hath rais'd redeem'd restor'd exalted us And let each Garden put us still in mind Of these three states belonging to mankind Without whose perfect knowledge view and sight We cannot know God nor our selves aright 20. Each weed which wee in gardens see to grow Our sinfull state and seedes of vice us shew Both from mans fall in Eden first did spring And sighs groanes teares should from our hard hearts wring 21. We see the fattest Garden ground still breeds The largest rankest bryers nettles weedes So greatest sinnes crimes vices usually In men of greatest parts wit dignity And in the richest persons Natures grow Not in the vulgar meaner sort below The pregnant wits best Natures voyd of grace Are greatest sinnes crimes vices common place O trust not then to Nature parts or wit Which if true grace controll not are but fit To breed those rankest weedes which overgrow Them in short space and worke their overthrow 22. That fruitfulnesse and great variety Of good and usefull fruits plants herbes we eye In Gardens minds us of that fruitfulnesse Those usefull vertues graces they expresse Which should still grow and flourish in mankind In whom alas we them most rarely find What shall our gardens fruitfull usefull be Stor'd with all good fruits herbes rootes and yet wee Be barren fruitlesse void of vertue grace And nought but lust vice weeds in us have place O shame O sinne let gardens teach us then Now to prove fertile good and gracious men 23. Each Gardens glorious lustre in the spring And Summer time sets forth mens flourishing Gay prosperous worldly State which carnall eyes And hearts most part doe over love and prize Without good reason sith within one howre It oft-times fades and withers like a flowre How many see wee great rich in good plight At morning base poore wretched dead ere night In thrones to day adorned with a Crowne In chaines ere morning slaine or quite put downe All times and stories seale this truth be wise Then now and learn this worlds pompe to despise 24. The suddaine blasts and winters which befall Our Gardens and decay or strip of all Their lustre beauty flowers fruits represent Unto our eyes and minds that discontent Diseases crosses losses which oft blast Decay consume dry up spoyle and lay wast Mens bodies fortunes states and in short space Leave them weake naked in most wretched case A truth we daily see Let none then blesse Himselfe or trust in worldly happinesse Which every crosse storme sicknesse will decay And when our winter comes will fade away 25. The Garden flowers wee see each yeare to dye And last not many Months the brevity Of mans fraile life demonstrates to our sight In

Gardens yeeld The noysome sent and fume Of Saints and Churches vices oft consume Out-smell the richest Odours of their Grace Which in Gods Nose and Mens then finde no place Whiles that the stinking savour of their weedes Thus drownes their vertues sent and it exceedes O then roote out these nasty Plants which sinke Our sweeter fumes and turne them into stinke 25. Sweete Garden Herbes Flowers Spices Bruis'd intend Their fragrant Odors and their sents amend Whilst whole they sweete are yet their sents but feeble When chrusht the sweeter and their smell growes treble Thus Gods deare Church and Saints when pounded broke Within Afflictions Morter by the stroke Of Gods chastising hand doe much augment And more disperse their rich and fragrant sent Their fumes but weake and scarce discern'd before Grow ten-fold stronger and increas'd in store Sending their fragrant Odors farre and nigh Before scarce smelt by those who stood close by I will not then repine nor be offended At that whereby my sent 's so much amended Yea so dilated that its incense flyes Throughout the Earth and mounts above the skies The deare sweete Incense of an Heart contrite Perfumes the Heavens and is Gods delight When as a heart unbroken yeelds no sent And ne're growes sweete till into peeces rent 26. Gardens throughout the world dispersed lye In every Clime grac'd through variety Gods Church and Saints are Catholicke for place In seate disjoyn'd all one in heart and grace Their graces vertues sweete variety Fills up their Consort crownes their Harmony 27. Men Plant no Gardens but where they intend To dwell in Person or some time to spend And most part onely on their proper Fee That they to them and theirs intail'd may be God never planted Church in any Nation But where he meant to fixe his habitation At least for lives or yeares most usually He plants in Fee Saints for eternity Churches with meanes Saints still with fruites of grace Those for his Common these his Proper place Churches may lose his presence meanes decay Saints still enjoy him gifts shall last for aye Lord plant me as a Saint that I may be To Thee and Christ th' one Heire Eternall Fee 28. All Gardens beare not the same kindes or store Of fruites alike some fewer some yeeld more Some Plants thrive best in one some in another What wants in one is still supply'd by th' other No one abounds with all things all combin'd In some or other we may all fruites finde Just so no Private Church or Saint is stor'd With all perfections nor doe all afford The selfesame Measure or degree of grace Their gifts fruites Omers vary as their place Some in their faith excell they all agree In truth thereof yet differ in degree Others abound in love and Charity Yet all divided in this unity Some are more humble some more patient These more devout are Others more Content Those have more knowledge these more joy or peace All one in substance diverse in th' Increase In sum their graces their degrees are many Each one his share hath but the whole not any To strangle pride breed Love make all but one Sith all defective Cyphers if alone But joyn'd in One Christ whence all graces flow All are compleate All graces in All grow Let none then thinke they have no grace at all Because not all kinds equall or those small And weake they have perchance it is new sprung Infants are perfect Men though small weake young Compleate in All their parts though All not view'd At first nor like in shape strength magnitude 29. The greatest Kings in Gardens much delight And plant them neare unto their Pallace site So Christ the King of Kings hath a Garden Here upon Earth his Church and Godly men Wherein he walkes dwels much delights and feeds And plants them with all usefull fruites herbes seedes Eden was once Gods Garden stil'd but now He doth no other Garden claime or know But his true Church and chosen Saints onely A Paradise most pleasing to his eye 30. When as I view some Garden Plants Herbes Trees Exceeding others in their heates degrees Still greene all winter long unnipt with Frost When colder Plants Leaves greennesse fruites are lost And those not hot quite shriveled kild with cold I doe therein contemplate and behold Three sorts of Christians whose sad winter Fates In persecutions differ like their states The strongest Saints hot in the fourth degree Or third at least of faith zeale stand firme free From Winters Nips Blasts frosts which though they beate Full sore upon them cannot chill their heate Their inward fire still keepes them warme fresh greene When others fade their Graces most are seene Martyres were hottest greenest fruitefulst when Frosts hid chil'd kild most shriveled other men The weaker younger true Saints hot but in The first degree or second oft draw in Their heate sap vigour from their outward parts Unto the Roote and Center of their hearts When winter stormes approach so as their greene Leaves of Profession fade fall are scarce seene Till winters past meane while their graces lye Hid for the most part in obscurity Like Rootes in Earth good corne in chaffe or fire In ashes and as heate is low or higher Within or frost without so more or lesse They chill fade shrinke professe or not professe Yet in these sharpest Frosts there 's life within The hearts not frozen shrivel'd but the skin When springs approach cold stormes hath chas'd away They soone peepe up in fresh greene bright array The Common Christians who have no degree Of heate or saving grace quite killed be And froze to death with persecutions frost Their heate before was borrowed now it s lost It was the sunnes not theirs all forraine fire And summer fruits in Winter quite expire Nor will the spring or summer them revive No wonder they were dead when first alive 31. Rootes Plants whiles they in Garden-Earth fast lye Are fresh and live but taken thence soone dye Gods true Church is a Christians Element Wherein he lives growes thrives if from it rent Disjoyn'd we soone fade wither quite expire We have no life but in the true Church fire 32. The plucking up and casting out of weeds From Gardens lest they should good Herbes Plants Seedes Corrupt and over-grow instruct and shew How each true Church should roote up and out-throw By sacred Censures all lew'd wicked vile Notorious sinners lest they should defile Deprave the good and her quite over-grow At last by steps and worke her over-throw 33. All Garden-Flowers Herbes Plants contented rest With their owne Native Colours as the best Abhorring Artificiall varnish paints So all Gods chosen Plants true hearted Saints Themselves with their owne Native Beauty Haire Content