ice and monstrous hills of snow Let others travell countreys strange to see Surely I thought 't was the worlds end with me A DIALOGUE A conference between two plain countreymen Tom and Will about deep matters of Religion CANTO Tune The Drainers are up Tom. Good Neighbour Will I prethee be plain With what religion shall we close Since every Sect doth stifly maintain That the tree of life in their garden grows Will. Ic'h tell thee Tom ' chave found the best Whatever men do write or say If thy vessel be bound for the city of rest True neighbourly love is the only way Let us fly away from the land of strife The Lamb hath bought us with a price And post to the holy river of life Which glideth through our Paradice See how those heavenly streams do set To fill our Souls with a living flood The tree of knowledge we will forget But the tree of life shall be our food The way to this river so pure and so cleer Which through the valley of love doth glide By resignation we must steer Humility is our faithful guide By faith we travell to a princely town Which wise men do call the fathers will Here we in the Sabaoth of rest will sit down And set up our tents on Mount Sion's hill In the Ocean of love let us freely swim To thee my Joy I drink this cup Come fill up the bowl unto the brim 'T is liquor divine then drink it all up Drink merrily Tom the Fountain it flows We have no enmity nor gall This cup to our friends and this to our foes A hearty carouze we tipple to all Tom. Let us take the to ' ther pull This liquor will make all darkness fly Why should we spare the Fountain is full And never can be drained dry Let greedy Misers wade in the mire Let squint-ey'd envy murder his brother Let hatred and malice remain in the fire Pure Nectar we drink and love one another Let Pharisees pray till their knees grow bare Let Gamesters cog the subtle dye Let Huntsmen pursue the silly Hare Let sober Citizens cozen and lie Let Courtiers dissemble let Scholars read The quirks and quibbles of old Aristotle Let Souldiers fight let Littleton plead We 'l cheerfully tame the to'ther bottle From North to South from East to West Inventions through the world do range Opinions in fine garments drest Like blazing Comets of the brain About religion they make foul work And into bloody wars they fall The Heathen the Jew the Christian the Turk This liquor will reconcile them all The flowers drink the pearly dew Like merry drunkards all in a row What though they are of various hue In neighbourly love together grow They merrily tipple and sweetly agree No quarrell about their cups they move They drink to each other then why should not we Drink liberal cups of innocent love A SONG TUNE Such a Rogue 's a Round-head What 's he who breaks the thunder crack And bids the raging Sea go back Unto his voice inclined Who doth the angry Ocean still And makes the winds obey his will Jehovah unconfined What 's he who gives the Sparrows meat And moves the rocks out of their seat Where first they were designed Who doth the crystal Springs invite And cloaths the lillies all in white Jehovah unconfined VVhat 's he who doth the stars advance VVhil'st round about the Globe they dance VVith earth-quake and with thunder Destroys great Cities of renown And makes the hills come tumbling down It is the Lord of wonder The Tyger I do keep in awe And to the Lyon am a law By my sole power confined 'T is I that bound the Sea and land Yet I above all bounds do stand Jehovah unconfined With Eagles wings survey all lands Number th' innumerable sands And write them in a story View every thing that 's gone and past Though time it self must end at last There 's no end of my glory The clouds I suck out of the Seas And make them fall where I do please To fill the earth with treasure The Sea the Sands the stars survey The mountains in a ballance weigh My power thou canst not measure All things do in and to me flow The things above and those below Are Servants to my pleasure The heighths the depths are in my hand The bredths and lengths at my command My power thou canst not measure The Rant is dead the Quake must dy All forms before my presence fly By my sole power designed The Names they are the stumbling stone Eternal life in all is one Jehovah unconfined Thy wisdom will and holy shew Must perish like the early dew And when thou art resigned I 'le take thee in mine arms again For I in thee alone will reign Jehovah unconfined If sweetness be thy souls delight Carnation Pink and Lillies white All flowers bound up in posies Arabian Gums and Indian spice My bosome is the Paradice The Paradice of Roses The secret Cabinets below Where yellow gold and silver grow Do all obey my pleasure Pearls Diamonds that sparkling be All these am I come dwell with me And I will be thy treasure A Catholick Hymn TUNE If there be a Phoenix in the world 't is she OPinion rules the humane state And domineers in ev'ry land Shall Seas and Mountains seperate Whom God hath joyn'd in natures band Dwell they far off or dwell they near They are all my Fathers children dear Features and colours of the hair Why meet they not in harmony The yellow black the brown the fair All tinctures of variety In single simple love alone Millions of colours are but one The Nightingale doth never say Though he be King of harmony Unto the Cuckoo and the Jay Why sing you not so sweet as I Each sing their own in loves fair eye Their tongues complete one melody Lend me the bright wings of the morn That I about the world may run From Cancer unto Capricorn Far swifter than the flaming Sun Where e're my winged Soul doth fly All 's fair and lovely in mine eye In the phlegmatick I sweetness find The melancholly grave and wise The sanguine merry to my mind From choller flames of love arise In single simple love alone All these complexions are but one Behold the painful labouring hand And those that keep their harmless sheep The country Swain that ploughs the land The Merchant that doth plough the deep Each do their work in love alone One works for all and all for one With open arms let me imbrace The Heathen Christian Turk and Jew The lovely and deformed face The sober and the Jovial Crew For this I see in love alone All forms and features are but one I love with all mine heart and soul The French the Dutch the Englishman The Dane the Swede the Turk the Pole The Spaniard and the African For this I see in love alone All nations reconcil'd are one Thence sail I with my love as far As China
Pharaoh's kindnesse Kedars Tent From daubing with untempered clay From stoning of the innocent Good Lord deliver me From unbelief fond cares and fears From a long Bill of a Taylor From the Hiena's murthering tears From the deep dungeon of a Jaylor Good Lord c. From close dissemblers with two faces From a false lying double tongue From Catch-poles and their kind imbraces From lingring Law-suits nine lives long Good Lord c. From all stubborn disobedience From Wolves that would devour the flock From Peters foolish confidence But give me Peters watchful Cock Good Lord I pray thee From the inventions of mans brain From the foul curse of being rich From Gog and Magogs cursed train And from the Apple that did Eve bewitch Good Lord deliver me From Sina's thunder Babels Tower From those that fly with borrowed wing From Caterpillers that devour The noble Lilly that doth spring Good Lord c. From Herod and the man of sin From Jonah's Whale and perishing Gourd From the fierce angry Cherubin And from the fiery flaming sword Good Lord c. From north-east winds when they do blow From winter journeys without coyn From travelling to Jericho Where Thieves my jewel did purloin Good Lord c. Let me escape thy raging ire Thy Thunder-bolts O do not dart And from thine angry flaming fire O hide me in thy tender heart In thy dear heart I shall be free Inthron'd in perfect libertie Good Lord hear me Drain up those weeping springs of tears Thy Hurricano's let them cease Thy frowns awaken horrid fears But in thy smiles are joy and peace Good Lord hear me Give me a constant faithful mind To meet thy mercy at the last That I may full forgiveness find Let me forgive all that is past Good Lord hear me A Soveraign Receipt for the Eyes and Hearing c. 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panting heart It made the world e're time and world began And for mans sake this word became God-man But they O grand mistake knowing no better Confine the unconfined to the letter A noval-paper deity compounding The spirit with the written word confounding Their Sun is set thick darkness doth invade In stead of light they dally in the shade Aesops devouring dog a greedy glutton Diving to catch the shadow lost the mutton Some Dina or Diana is the cause Of all our woes the breach of natures laws With an Acheldema of crimson blood For trifling toys not rightly understood True knowledge clouded with Egyptian blindness All amity confounded with unkindness The law of love the livery and token Of Christs disciples by division broken This is great Babel mother of delusion Strumpet of Strumpets city of confusion No peace no truth where Jezabel doth reign My hopes were dead my heart was almost slain Sighing to see how all things did deceive me Is this great world too narrow to receive me What hideous deluge doth o'rewhelm thy face That the poor Dove can find no resting place A friend an Vnicorn not to be found When instantly turning my body round A man more then a man a God did meet me With kind imbraces thus began to greet me Through bogs and briers wading in distress Why dost thou wander in this wilderness When thou thy part hast acted on the stage Poor Pilgrim thou must quit thy pilgrimage Time with his Sickle these false joys will sever And when you parted are you part for ever Wean thy bewitched Soul whilst thou hast breath Know this there 's no returning after death These short-liv'd transitory joys ride double Delight with sorrow mixt pleasure and trouble Repentant tears of mourning after gladness A showr of comfort interlin'd with madness Look up to him whose love is still descending Whose greatness no beginning hath nor ending Enter sweet Paradice with Angels singing Swim in the Fountain that is always springing The glories of the world perish in tasting Imbrace those pleasures that are everlasting Follow my counsel if thou wouldst have rest I 'le lead thee where the Doves do build their Nest VVhere thou shalt feast in fulness all the day A lamb among the lambs frolick and play Thou sow'st in fears and tears hoping to find All that thou reapest here is froth and wind Hadst thou the whole world 'T is a little spot Fond fool thy native countrey this is not This Fabrick is a cottage of small price My heart 's thy pallace and thy paradice His breath was sweet it sounded in mine ears More pleasant then the musick of the Spheres Which gently blowing like a whisper came To kindle up loves fire into a flame Excellent consort by whose charming tone Our nature with his nature is made one Silencing man makes him for ever mute Jesus the Lutanist Christus the Lute Christus the Lute the instrument of Jesus On whom he playes what melody he pleases Jesus Jehovah is the grand Creator Jesus in Christo the Regenerator Healer of Nations good Samaritan The Son of God is now the son of man The mystery of mysteries indeed The blessed Sower is himself the seed The spirit by his overshadowing powers Doth breath his flaming heart of love in ours Duality confounded in this union Where heaven and earth do meet in full communion Ravish'd with wonder I did kiss his feet In whom all that is excellent doth meet The lustre of his beauty all-divine Speeds through my veins and made my face to shine I fix'd mine eye upon his face that shone But O! upon a sudden he was gone I turn'd me round about if I could see The footsteps of my love where he should be My Love my Dove my Joy my sole delight What Cherubin hath snatch'd him from my sight O where is my beloved is he fled Dwells he among the living or the dead I 'le search the graves perhaps death hath inrol'd him The marble Sepulcher could not hold him I 'le climb the clifts for him that is my crown His power that made can pull the mountains down I 'le scale the walls of heaven but I will gain him Fond fool the heaven of heavens cannot contain him I mount the rocks ' gainst which the North-wind rages They answer me he is the rock of ages I travail to the Woods is my Love here Eccho did answer he lives every where To the starry region then I take my flight He is the luminous center of all light Whose glorious beams continually do pierce Through all the body of the Vniverse Mans soul 's a sparkle of this light divine Inlightned Souls do all the stars outshine Whose radiance here hath not his full disclosing Eclipsed by the bodies interposing Thence to the springs that Issue from the mountains Thy lover is the Fountain of all Fountains His bosome is a hill whiter then Snow Whence water of eternal life doth flow Convey'd by power through secret unknown allyes Descendeth down to bless the humble vallyes It is not drain'd by drawing but runs quicker The thirsty Soul tasting this heavenly liquor Drinks liberal draughts greedily pouring in Accounts sobriety the greatest sin I sound the rivers but they answer all He is the Sea wherein all rivers fall That bounteous boundless bottomless abyss Where little streams are swallowed up in bliss From this Apollo man's a sparkling beam From this great Ocean a derived stream Springs Rivers Brooks by heavens distilling rain United into one great Sea again True love is not a quainted with pale sear Armed with courage to imbrace my Dear Unto the Lyons den I boldly came The Lyon rampant was an humble Lambe Here in this Wilderness I am a King When I do roar I make the Forrest ring The Elephant his fear cannot dissemble I make the Leopard and the Tyger tremble But I my self am couchant and do fall Before his presence who is King of all Among the homely Shepherds then I stear Such as King David and the Patriarchs were Saw you my royal Prince fond Soul quoth they Who trust in man are sure to loose the way We are lambs as thou art Sheep of his dear fold In the number of his little ones inrol'd Close by the river in fair flowry Meadows And Mountains alwayes green he gently leads us 'T is true we spring from his immortal line But he that is our Pastor now is thine In his great power and glory we do swim Our harps and hearts are tuned all by him We are his instruments his choice delights We are the Song which he himself indites With his own hand he toucheth all the strings 'T is one that plays 't is one alone that sings We are his written word he the Inditer Look not upon the writing but the Writer Enquire of him alone on yonder rock He sweetly pipeth to his fleecy flock Go to him boldly man thou needst not doubt him His pretty lambs are dancing round about
him Dancing for joy there 's nothing now can fear them The greedy Wolf and Fox cannot come near them The bearded Goats apart from him do stand The little Lambs he feeds with his own hand In his warm tender bosome they are nurst With his heart-blood he satisfies their thirst To pay their debts upon the Cross he hung Good Pellican that bleeds to feed his young TRANSPORT My soul mad drunk with love that still did miâ—… him Among the Doves I cannot choose but find him Drest in the flames of love saw you my Dear One milk-white Dove did whisper in mine ear Behold in yonder flourishing Grove of Mirtles Thy Lover sits the King of all the Turtles His mate so constant that he doth not doubt her His love so great he cannot live without her He courts and to be courted she is willing Musick of hearts whose melody is billing In an eternal knot espous'd they be He full of love a modest Virgin she His love eternal is and hath no date He is thy Turtle and thou art his Mate Father of Spirits Angels and the rest Bright flame of love within Jehovahs brest Upon the day of Penticost he came With cloven tongues and in a fiery flame This spreading fire from East to West was hurl'd Whose holy sparks did kindle all the world Till Antichrist did poyson this pure life And quench this heavenly fire with floods of strife But now he 's come the second time whose breath Will plague the Beast and whip the Whore to death Unto the sturdy Plowman then I pass Such as of old the Prophet Amos was Rid my Love this way on his milk white Steed Amos reply'd thy Lover is the Seed He sows himself into thy fruitful mind That at the Harvest he himself may find There 's nothing but himself that he doth save All but himself lyes rotting in the Grave The perfect new man which from heaven descended Returns when this frail mortal life is ended Thy Soul 's the Land where he himself doth sow The Spirits holy breath makes it to grow Refreshed by the heavens distilling rain It multiplies into a field of grain All flowers of Paradice grow to delight 'um Grace after grace springs up ad infinitum Inquiring of the Shrubs who weep and mourn Hanging their heads this answer they return By resignation and humilitie A little Plant becomes a stately Tree All look on Trees that on the Mountains grow But those are safest that are plac'd below Jehovah's thunder doth not overtake them The wildest Hurricano cannot shake them They flourish like the Lillies without care He is their life and they his being are I march among the Rich hoping to find him Voluptuous pomp gave them no time to mind him Ratling of Coaches in their brain did rout them A train of Sycophants plac'd round about them Whose soothing language lavishly did measure Their Summum bonum to consist in pleasure The world 's a Hogstye O that word hereafter Where men like Swine are fatted for the slaughter I row my Boat unto the ragged shoar To the despised rich contented poor Who in the heavens have laid up all their treasure Where they have riches without end or measure Where rests my love when Sol at noon is riding Upon his flaming Steeds where 's his abiding He dwelleth in the low and humble mind That prostrate lyes before his feet resign'd Such simple innocence without all skill Like new-born babes that know no good nor ill Poor naked nothings numbred with the dead Have sold their ornaments for heavenly bread Whose souls are purifyed from filthy mire By passing through the Purgatorian fire A noble battail ' gainst themselves proclaim'd Their passions and affections wholly tam'd Great Alexander with his noble crew Conquering the world the world could not subdue Another Empire large he had to win To tame that little world that was within We that are crown'd with double victory In these poor Coats are greater Kings than he To the Vniversity I set my face Among the Rabbies of that reverend place I hunted out the chief for fame reputed And unexpectedly I was saluted By one whose beard was snow whose face was frost Train'd in the noble School of Penticost In Christ-church Colledge a resplendent light And by degree a learned Jesuite Chief of that Order with all knowledge blest Skil'd in the heavenly Magick of the east 'T was one of those brave Magi that from far Did visit Jesus guided by a Star Offering rich presents Frankincense and Spice To offer me his councel was not nice And that he might my lawful audience win He kist me thrice and thus he did begin What vanity on childish arts to look And leave unstudied thine own learned book Thy book hath but three leaves leaves that are few The wisdom great all that all worlds can shew Thy Soul 's that noble book wherein doth lye Heaven hell and earth time and Eternity He that can read this book he must inherit The wisdom of the Father Son and Spirit This book hath long been claps'd and clos'd within Seal'd and shut up by th' angry Cherubin In heaven and earth none worthy none was fit But the dear Lamb God's heart to open it To keep it lockt the anger did decree Love did unseal the book and set it free A Library of books in this book find Printed and fairly written in thy mind Whose lines are gold indited by the Dove Whose letters are the sparkling flames of love Teipsum nosce leave their tittle tattle And then thou knowest more then Aristotle Study thy self if thou wouldst knowledge win Faith will unlock the golden gate within Let wisdome bridle passions in the Soul Good Servants but ill Lords if they controul Hell lies in wait to crucify thy lover Heaven with it's Angels at thy door doth hover Seraphick Angels with immortal power Thy Guardian strength attend thee every hour Vain roving thoughts Moss troopers do way lay thee With their hail Master kiss thee to betray thee Thought follows thought as wave on waves do roul And all to steal away the wandring Soul Like thieving Pickaroons in Neptunes hall They sail about thy brain to plunder all If they once bring thine heart unto their shoar Poor Gally-slave they 'l chain thee to the Oar O keep thine heart intire for him alone Who rules the heavens makes thy heart his throne This lower world is a deceitful cage Where mortals act their part as on a stage Some march into the field and some retreat Disguis'd like Maskers all is but a cheat Play how you please when you have thrown your cast Death comes and sweeps away the stake at last Look not so big thy life is but a span 'T is a wise part to act the honest man For toys thy future bliss do not destroy Prepare thy mind for that sweet land of joy Where all things do in equal temper grow Nor hot nor cold with you it is not so The torrid
Zone burns up the fruitful grass The frigid turns it all to icy glass There love and anger both together dwell A countrey seated between heaven and hell With you love friezes and grows wondrous cold Our constant amities are never old That friendship which some thousand years hath run Is now as fresh as when it first begun Things alwayes present nothing past and gone One heart one mind we number all by one Arithmetick with us allows not two To sing and love is all we have to doe In every soul love throws his flaming darts The flame 's so great no frost can frieze our hearts Incompast with the glories of the Dove Whose gentle breath doth melt us into love Nothing so kind as he who is our brother Nothing so dear as we to one another Love without wrath whose garment hath no spot Tyes all our hearts in one eternal knot No striving to be high or to be best For he 's the greatest Prince that is the least He stands upon the mount and is most tall Who is the humblest and the low'st of all Titles of honour bubbles in the air Why should they soar who noble princes are Ambitious Nimrods who to heaven wo'd climbe The tower of honour long before their time All aim at greatness all men wo'd be Kings They take their flight with raw unplumed wings Those that in sweet humility lye low Are lifted up whether they will or no. To purchase Dukedoms we take no delight The meanest Subject in this land 's a Knight The name of Earl what honour doth it bring To him that is enthron'd a crowned King We wear the crown which you now strive to win Look not on things below but turn thou in With all the strength of faith and thou shalt see The Star that guided us will tutor thee He 'l lay thy soul in such a slumbring trance Thou wilt admire thy former ignorance When he shall freely to thy Soul impart The open cabinet of his rich heart â—n the clear beams of loves eternal light The Prophets and Apostles they did write Their book stood open where was drawn in pages The History of all succeeding ages Things present past to come as they did pass Were represented in a perfect glass And if their book of life were once unsealed All things to all man-kind would be revealed My time is spent appointed by the powers The Angels call me to their cristal bowers Since thou must dwell among the Sons of men In this vain world a forlorn Citizen â—ollow my Councel and all Idols quit The rock Self-love where millions have been split T is self that seeks to mount into the Saddle That he may murder Jesus in the cradle â—t swept like a dire plague where e're it ran And hath infected all this world call'd man â—n an insulting domineering high rant Stalks in the steps of the Sicilian Tyrant This word call'd Love which makes the world run mad Hath now more faces than e're Janus had Many false loves there are for in the tryal The Touchstone proves there is but one that 's loyal The Puritan will sing an amorous Sonnet To sensual love the Zelot vails his Bonnet All light their Torches at Don Cupid's lamp This bastard love hath not the royal stamp For some fair face madmen and fools will dye Because it is delightful to the eye For gold men sail o're Seas of flaming fire Because it gives them all they can desire Flowers whose pleasing odors do excell We love not for themselves but for their smell Whatsoe're pleaseth all men strive to win it And at the bottome self is still within it This coin it will not pass 't is counterfeit Self love is grown to be a general cheat 'T is chaff that 's blown away with every fan All creatures have this love as much as man Unfixed meteors like the wandring light Which doth deceive the Passenger by night Friendship 's dissolv'd and love grows wondrous lean When greater interests do intervene Love from the fountain which is rarely found Loves ' cause it loves and hath none other ground Canst thou love loveliness when clouds do shade it Not for thy interest but his that made it Canst thou with love and pity then bemoan it Because it hath his superscription on it Canst thou draw Fountain-water from a puddle And swim in joy in the height and top of trouble Canst thou make crosses thy delight and pleasure And from the depths of hell drag heaps of treasure A Virgin undefiled in the mire Eat Thunderbolts and swallow flaming fire Canst thou with Jonathan a David take When Scepter Crown and Kingdom lye at stake Canst thou imbrace what all men discommend Call naked poverty thy bosome friend What mortals fear canst thou shake hands with death When he doth come to blow away thy breath Couldst thou a sacrificed Victim be For him that lyes in wait to murder thee Canst thou write self i' th' number of the Martyrs And lay poor Lazarus where thy Strumpet quarters Thy dear and onely Isaac canst thou leave him In his fair hands from whom thou didst receive him Hast thou this love though it be ne're so little Then thou hast something that deserves the title The mysteries this good man did unfold I wish'd they had been written all in gold Transported with high wonder and delight Ending his speech he vanisht out of sight To Pharaoh's plenteous land I next did row Which famous fruitful Nile did overflow The land was good but for a cursed law That I my self must gather all my straw To make my tale of bricks if I grew dull My shoulders paid the reckoning to the full And what was worse my mind doth yet abhor it My work being done I had no wages for it Some that did sing and caroll all the day Carouse and tipple they had all the pay These spent their time in merriment and laughing Rewarded richly with a crown for quaffing We feed and intercommon with the swine They at their great Lords table daily dine To swallow bran and husks we are not nice They banquet on the fruit of Paradice Imprison'd like a blackbird in a Cage Poor puddle-water is our beverage Rich Nectar cannot their quick pallate scape Nor the heart-blood of the most noble grape With golden ornaments and silk arraid On beds of down with diamonds o'relaid They rest and feast in jollity and mirth Our bones in rags on the despised earth What e're they do is paid with smiles and graces Our crimes are all unboweld to our faces For which beside the sorrow and the cost Our backs are feasted at some Whipping-post These have no other leader but the Dove Their meat their drink their rich attire is love They Kings and Princes are no cruel law Conscience to fright or keep their minds in awe They dance they sing they frollick sport and play For all the year is but one holyday The father does the work the children play And
to the Indian shoar The Artick and Antartick Star The Tawny and the Blackamoor From thence I travell round about To countreys never yet found out My heart my heart is very sick All nations of the earth I woo My Soul is turning Catholick And so is my religion too The Deity in all doth move So universal is my love An Hymn of Love TUNE True blew c. Gentle love hath no dissention In our holy Christendom He will end all wild contention Hell and death he 'l overcome Love that 's of no price accounted Tossed like a Tennis-ball On his white horse bravely mounted He will ride to conquer all Heav'n and Hell with wealth shall store him The fatness of the holy land Victory doth march before him The Lamb and Dove at his right hand To the battel he advances His colour's oriental blew Not with guns and ordinances Adversaries to subdue In his eye there are such blisses Enemies it overthrows With imbraces smiles and kisses He will conquer all his foes Low humility befriends him Meekness patience and the rest Noble charity attends him To provide for every guest Here 's no begging or intreating None do labour plow or sow â—od provided without sweating The tree of life doth freely grow In his house there dwells no danger Steward Hospitality Kindly welcomes every stranger Prest with friendless poverty Bounty crowneth all their wishes Entertains with chearful breast Plenty ushers in the dishes Grand purveyor of the feast Dishes rich innumerable But of all this princely fare Quoth love mine heart is on the table Feed my Joy and do not spare Noble Angels sweetly singing Tunes of heav'nly melody In the midst a fountain springing They that drink can never dye Measured dances nimbly tracing Fires of love that always flame Hugging kissing and imbracing Singing praises to the Lambe Love within and love without them Love doth all his treasure lend Peace and joy dwells round about them Peace and joy that hath no end Immanuel is all our story He is our royal diadem To him be glory glory glory We are his new Hierusalem An Epitaph Hymn c. On the death of the Lady Maria Mannors daughter to the noble Earl and Heroick Countess of Rutland and Sister to the Lord Ross Maiden of honour born of princely stem A virgin in the new Hierusalem Rose in sweet Paradice pluckt in the morn In her dear Virgin bridegrooms bosome worn Angels about this angel dance and sing Musick when love doth move on every string Among the Martyrs and the heav'nly Quire Numbred with those who chant to David's lyre New triumphs now exchang'd for transitory On her fair temples a rich crown of glory Rivers of pleasure full unto the brink Such as the Prophets and Apostles drink The Angels entertainment in eandem VVElcome sweet Angel to our christal bowers A star thou art among the immortal powers To be a Lamb in the grand shepherds flock Is more than to be born of princely stock Thou now hast scap'd those doubts those cares and fears Which would have waited on thy riper years Thy lover till December would not stay But hug'd thee hence in thy fresh blooming May. A Dove among the Doves thou here may'st play Cutting thy passage through the milkie way Till thy dear Bridegroom with his favour grace thee Whose arms are always open to imbrace thee Hymnus in eandem The Bridegrooms Salutation TUNE When the stormy winds do blow I Took thee on a suddain In all thy glories drest I cropt thee in the budding To wear thee in my brest My rosie blooming blossome My lovely flower thou art I 'le hug thee in my bosome A jewel in mine heart Thou hast given me thy virgin power Mine honour to advance And all the joys that heaven can showr Are thine inheritance I 'le tincture thee with blisses My flames of love to pay With sweet unnumbered kisses We dally out the day The Angels are invited The Supper ready drest The holy lamps are lighted For our eternal feast Banquets to thy desiring On tables rich appear I 'le give thee such attiring The noble Angels wear The sacred knot which I have knit No power can untie Duallity I 'le not admit Our We is turn'd to I One heav'nly flesh one blood and bone One life not transitory The Male and Female both in one One undivided glory I 'le gather thee sweet posies Sweet posies of rich price Of July-flowers and Roses That grow in Paradice Let shepherds call on Phillis As fair as fair may be More beautifull than Lillies My Jewel is to me The Cherubims advancing In all their beams of light The little Angels dancing About this Angel bright Sweet harmony rebounded In all the heav'nly Spheres Such melody ne're sounded In any mortal ears A Song of Hospitality TUNE The Drainers are up They threaten to drain the Kingdom dry GIve me the golden age again When wine did welcome every guest When that good Knight Sr. Loyn did reign Plover and Patridge did flie to the feast Since bold Copernicus hath found New nations never known before The tottering world by turning round Hath turn'd poor Charity out of door Where 's the bouncing Buck we so much boast Whereon good fellows did heartily feed When Shoulder of mutton did rule the roast O then 't was a merry world indeed What 's become of our Capon our Chicken and Veal The Miser ingrosseth them all in his Hutch Long-winded prayer and left-handed zeal Makes lame hospitality lean on a crutch A Gammon of Bacon is very good meat With a piping Pig new drawn from the spit With plowing on both sides the Plowman doth sweat That worlds at an end now the Devil a bitt March beer in black Jacks as big as ones waste But locks and keys have robbed the Hall When our friendly * wine of Catholick Love liquor they freely do taste The Butterie and Pantrie will fly open to all SELF O Self that art the cause of all our sadness The whole world is involved in thy madness And I that write this would that I could see Accursed Self that I were rid of thee Had Self been hang'd on Judas tree Had he been drown'd in Pharaoh's fall But O! he lives in thee and me To plague and to torment us all Self-reason doth all mischief breed The Tyrant proud that would be King The Serpent and the Serpents seed The Dragon with invenom'd sting Herod that did the children slay False Judas that did Christ betray True love doth conquer hell and sin VVer 't not for love that cures all evils Disarms the angry Cherubin This world were a meer den of Devils Th'arraign condemn at their own bar Thieves punish thieves all Judges are A Littany FRom drinking up the labourers sweat From making war without a Warrant From climbing to the Judgment Seat From running on a sleeveless errant From all my fetters set me free And from my Self deliver me From the dissemblers yea and nay From
's resignation In Isaac's line a crown to ev'ry nation The blessing fix'd in ev'ry revolution Though Solomons Temple had its dissolution All outward glories are ecclips'd and gone The King of Kings call's for the heart alone He is he was before the world begun All things do praise his name why should not man Uncomprehended all things comprehending His glory no beginning hath nor ending The Angels sing inspir'd with heavenly flame All glory glory glory to his name Spirits of just men in a holy dance Lift up their hands for their deliverance Rejoycing that the tree which knowledge bore Blasted in their fair garden grows no more Torn by the root with all its bastard race The tree of Life replanted in the place The Nightingal in warbling roundelaies Doth make the Vallies eccho forth his praise The little Lark mounts up with soaring wing As he wo'd teach the Cherubins to sing About Religion they are not at odds But sing as merrily as the old Gods The little worms which on the earth do crawl Boldly intitle him their all in all All disagreeing forms in this agreeing He is he was the being of all beings And thou with cheerfull heart chant forth his praise Although thy pen cannot deserve the bays Keep on that humble pace thou hast begun Untill thy glass it 's utmost Sand hath run Enough was said to satisfie my mind I could not see for Love had made me blind Love hath no ears nor eyes I call I cry Give me my Love again for whom I die Let Cupids army all their forces joyn Angels to boot no Love was e're like mine Bring Damons Love to Pithias on the stage Who fear'd not death nor Dyonisiu's rage Set Davids love to his dear Jonathan Bring all the love of all men into one Bring womans too whose quick mild sparkling beams Makes them most excellent in both extreams Yet mine excells exceeds them all as far As great Apollo doth the meanest star The Vsurer Italian-like in 's brest Locks his dear Dallila in his dark chest The love to woman doth with beauty die If Vertues chain be not the sacred tie But mine that cannot perish in the tasting Is like the noble object everlasting A love unmeasurable and unbounded Where firm Foundation cannot be confounded Why then mine only joy dost thou remove From him that hath no life but in thy love The very earth where thou thy foot dost set Doth smell more sweet than Rose or Violet My happiness my dear delight is lost He 's gone to heaven and thither will I post If any Spirit in my way shall stand Angels Arch-angels are at my command Faith joyn'd with love controuleth the abyss And forceth entrance where no entrance is It batters walls and breaks down ev'ry fence For heaven it self is won by violence It charms the Lyons heart with sacred Spell They have no power to touch a Daniel Subdueth Tyrants and their armed band Walks on the Sea as if it were dry land It cuts a passage through the watry Stream And raiseth Laz'rus from his drouzy dream The walls of Jericho it doth deflowr It stormeth hell and conquers heaven with power Commandeth trembling Devils to retreat Removeth lofty mountains from their Seat It bids one Sea divide it self in two What thing so difficult Faith cannot do Our Souls are tinder burning in desire Faith is the flint that striketh up the fire Which being kindled by the gentle Lamb The Spirit blows and turns it all to flame My dear and only jewel do not fly me Arm'd with this faith thy power can't deny me It is decreed though thousand deaths I die Nothing shall seperate my Love and I Through Daniels furnace and the flames of hell I 'le pass to find where my dear Love doth dwell Let hell heap all her fire fuell on fuell Nor heaven nor hell shall rob me of my jewell Though all created things should strive to thwart us Devils nor men nor Angels shall not part us With him for ever I 'm resolv'd to dwell Without whose presence heaven it self were hell O what were Paradice if we could win it Heaven is not heaven and my sweet Lord not in it That heaven is heaven where all delights do grow It is the smiling eye that makes it so His frown 's the house of torment and of night 'T is paradice to be his Favourite My Soul 's a prisoner none but love can bail her Give me that Prison where love is the Gaoler Hearing my cries and into pitty breaking He was within me while I was thus speaking Words that did love and pitty both provoke them Though I was ignorant 't was he that spoke them He toucht mine heart but I had lost my feeling He like the rock did stand but I was reeling With amorous wine mad drunk my heart lay panting Something I wanted knew not what was wanting I sought in forrain countreys every way For that rich pearl which in my bosome lay Through Asia Europe Affrica I roam Hunting abroad my Jewell was at home He present was his presence unrevealed He stood before me but mine eyes were sealed His seeming distance was a piercing dart Though he was never absent from my heart He alwayes lodged in mine heart I see 'T was my beloved was that faith in me I knock at heavens bright gate my way was blocedk It was not I but he in me that knocked Who like a wanton lamb or skipping Hind In jollity was sporting in my mind With holy violence the door flew open The brazen locks all bolts and bars were broken Enter the Royal Fort which thou hast gained Fountain of wisdom holy love unstained Take up thy lodging in my smiling eye Wherein unknown unmeasured treasures lye With keenest arrow draw thy bended bow But when thou aim'st aim not at things below Thou shoot'st at such a mark that will deceive thee When storms arise these treacherous friends will leave thee They fleet flutter like the air that 's ranging All Sublunaries subject are to changing The Stars and Plannets like the giddy Ocean Wander uncertainly with wanton motion This day as their aspects would never fade Before the next morn they run retrograde If Jupiter the knot of love doth tye Saturn and Mars dissolve the harmony Hath Venus a fine web of friendship spun Mercury ravells all that she hath done Though Sol be hot Luna is wondrous cold Fresh youthful amities on earth grow old Art thou infected with some strong disease Why dost thou run unto the Stars for ease How can thy Soul be cur'd with poisonous plaisters These are thy Servants make them not thy Masters Their whirling wheel is alwayes running round Build not thy hope on such uncertain ground Though by thy fall thou art of low degree I 'le mount thee to a throne and marry thee That I am Lord all creatures they shall know I made thee King Vicegerent here below By disobedience thou didst forfeit all I 'le make thee greater