he goes Whose Streams his Passage to the Schools oppose He now must put Heav'ns Promise to the Test And prove if he Elijah's Spirit possest Dismantled on the Current's Verge he stood Then smote and cry'd Where 's now Elijah's God Chastis'd by Him the swelling Streams give way And Great Elijah's greater Heir Obey HYMN by H. W. 1. THou God for ever blest Of uncreated Pow'r possest Whose Habitation is in Light refin'd From thy Celestial Throne With Pity Lord look down Behold relieve my troubled Mind Anguish and Horror from my Heart remove Thou God of everlasting Peace and Love 2. And Thou who sitt'st at his Right-hand That do'st th' Angelick Hosts command Thou who on Earth didst heav'nly Pow'r display Thou whose mild Voice made Winds and Seas obey The Storms the Tempest in my Brest allay Chastise Controul The boist'ring Waves that rowl And Toss and Wreck and quite o'er-whelm my sick despairing Soul 3. And Thou most sweet and Sacred Dove The God of Consolation and of Love Visit O Visit ev'ry Part Of my afflicted Heart That Heart for thy Reception to prepare By thy most heav'nly Influence Expel all sinful Thoughts from thence And Save me from the Gulph of black Despair Hezekiah's Sickness and Recovery KINGS the II. Chap. 20. By Mr. Tate WIth double Pleasure sprung the cheerful Dawn That saw the Syrians threatning Host with drawn Yet ah no sooner Wars Allarms are fled No sooner Peace her brooding Wings had spread But Sickness arm'd with Death's resistless Sting Invades the Sacred Person of the King The raging Pest within his Vitals reign'd More dang'rous than the Siege he had sustain'd The fatal Summons Purple Symptoms gave And Thus the Prophet warns him to his Grave Thy House in Order set dispose thy State For Death O King do's on my Message wait He stalks behind me to thy Palace-Gate The Prince who had Besieging Hosts defy'd Turns Pale and deeply Sighing Thus reply'd Can Heav'n impose where Justice is sublime A Task so weighty and so short a Time My House in Order set dispose my State Surpriz'd like Me with Life's last stage in View Alas what could a private Master do If Him a Doom so sudden wou'd o'erwhelm Ah what must I who sit at Iudah's Helm My Family no less than All the Realm That Realm how shall I orderly bequeath E'er Wars Alarms afford me time to breath How place my Scepter e'er my Sword I Sheath But if th' Almighty Wisdom has thought fit That I shou'd Iudah's Royal Ensigns quit My Soul at his Decree shall ne'er Repine Both Life and Empire at his Call Divine I will Resign But ah to whom Resign For yet the Marriage Bed's to me unknown And Iudah wants an Heir to Iudah's Throne Shall Israel's Ten Apostate Tribes their King To Sion's Tow'r and worse Unhallow'd Idols to the Temple bring Or shall Assyrian Troops the Siege renew And Rabsheka's blaspheming Threats prove True When in such Terms the Royal Saint had mourn'd His Face bedew'd with Tears he meekly turn'd Turn'd to the Wall Why thither that his Mind Might less Distraction in that Posture find Or secret Pray'rs more servently to press As warm Devotion loves no Witnesses Or that his Palace open'd on that side A Prospect whence his Eyes the Temple spy'd Where wish'd Access was to his Feet deny'd A second Deluge at his View he show'r'd And thus his Soul her Deprecation pour'd Remember Lord with humble Trust I sue How to thy Service I have been most True With perfect Heart by strong Devotion warm'd That which was Righteous in thy sight perform'd The Royal Saint paus'd here and hov'ring round Attending Angels strive to catch each Sound Scarce could They for their finisht Errand stay While thus the Pious Prince proceeds to Pray How prays He Not one Accent more he spoke But when his Tongue grows mute his Thoughts invoke His Tears and Groans their Office still maintain Let then the faithful Muse The Language of those Groans and Tears explain They said Thou seest O God most Just and Wise All fix'd on me the Neighb'ring Nations Eyes How in a Leud and Superstitious Age Alone I stand and for thy Truth engage Thy Worship's Champion if in Death I sleep From Pagan Force who shall thine Altars keep The Reformation I with Toil commenc'd Will soon relapse to Ruin when unfenc'd The Assyrian Savage with impetuous Haste Th' Enclosure gone will lay thy Vineyard waste Let me or let my Cause thy Favour claim Support thy Servant or at least thy Name Restore me from the Grave prolong my Days Prolong them that I may prolong thy Praise Nor yet the Prophet had the Palace left And Royal Patient of all Hope bereft But He whose Visit made the Court to Mourn Of Life the welcom Envoy must Return Turn cry'd the Vision bring my Saint Relief Tell Hezekiab tell my People's Chief Thy Father David's God has heard thy Pray'r Beheld thy Tears and will thy Health repair The Third Day 's Sun shall see that Health restor'd But Miracles must first confirm my Word Who now wants Breath his mournful Crys to raise Shall in the Temple then resound my Praise On the Death of Mr. Fell who was found Dead upon his Knees in his Chamber PRetending private Study when thy Mind To Paradise this Voyage had design'd Was sure a Pious though surprising Fraud And such as Saints and Angels must applaud Elijah thus pretending to Retire Told of the Water but conceal'd the Fire Elisha had he sought no more to know Had lost his Spirit and his Mantle too Such Legacies blest Soul mightst thou have giv'n Had we but seen thee when snatcht up to Heav'n Sure Paradise was open'd to thy view When with thy Pray'r thy Soul together flew In such a sacred Rapture Stephen spy'd Heav'n's Gates unlockt and forthwith kneel'd and dy'd To Heav'n thou now hast shewn the nearest way Which is like Thee to Study and to Pray You that carve Virtue deckt with ev'ry Grace As if her Beauties lay in Hands and Face Come Counterfeit this Image if you dare The first Original Statue of a Prayer Heaven took thee up when it beheld thee down So Princes kneel when they receive a Crown Nor did Heav'ns sudden Summons Thee surprise It scarce could ever find thee otherwise Thy pious Soul in Consecrated Clay For 't was a Temple never ceas'd to pray Thy oft repeated Storms Heaven's Gates assail'd Whose sacred Violence at last prevail'd Heaven kindly yielding sent a Message down To bid thee enter and possess the Crown One Period ends thy Combat and thy Breath Thy Conquest bravely finish'd in thy Death Such was Epaminondas noble Pride The minute that he Overcame he dy'd Alas what cannot warm Religion dare No Walls so high but may be scal'd by Pray'r New Stratagems by Piety are found And highest Flights take rise from off the ground What happy Zeal thy Spirit did inspire That ' midst thy Tears could kindle so much fire Which made
thee so impatient of delay Thy zealous haste cou'd scarce Heaven's leisure stay But lest thy Message should too late come there Thy self wentst post to overtake thy Prayer Thy Soul and Pray'r so intimate became That like old Friends they now were grown the same 'T was only Heaven so much alike they were That could discern the Spirit from the Prayer Enjoy blest Shade what thou hast bravely won Possess that Heaven which thou hadst here begun Heaven doth to us thy prostrate Body grant The precious Reliques of so great a Saint Which should it longer in this Posture stay Would like thy Soul we fear be snatch'd away Grudge not thy Body should to Earth be given A welcome Present as thy Soul to Heaven Whilst this here prays below that sings on high We 'll learn of this to pray of that to fly A PARAPHRASE On several TEXTS of SCRIPTVRE Expressing the SIGHS OF A PENITENT SOUL Translated from Hermannus Hugo The INTRODUCTION Lord thou knowest all my Desire and my Groaning is not hid from thee Ps. 38. v. 9. HE only knows my Grief whose Eyes can dart Into the dark Recesses of my Heart He only views those Labyrinths of Night Who gilds the Day and gives the Sun his Light Stretcht on the solitary Shore I lye With wing'd Petitions fill the vaulted Sky Yet what I wish none knows but He and I The Groans the Pangs that in my Bosom rise We Two can only tell and we suffice PSALM 6. Vers. 3. Have Mercy upon me O Lord for I am weak heal me for my Bones are broken SHall I complain or silently depart Complaints are just I will ease my Heart A common Friend condoles his Friend in Woe What therefore should a tender Lover do Were then thy Oaths of Love but flatt'ring Wind I did not think thou couldst be so unkind Ah! couldst thou know me sick to this degree And yet so long defer to visit me Melampus Podalyrius Chiron too And Poean tho' with Gout and Palsie slow Have all been here each Member of the Train Has read his tedious Lecture on my Pain But my Hypocrates was absent still Thou com'st the last Thou whose resistless Skill Can Cure with greater speed than they can Kill They shake their Heads with dejected Eye The feeble Motion of my Pulse they try But what 's the wise Result of all their Art They cry I 'm sick Yes I am sick at heart Thro' all my Veins the dire Infection creeps My Vitals too in strong Possession keeps My Pains my Pangs my Agonies encrease And Physicks baffled Pow'r gives no Release Behold these Lineaments disguis'd with Woe If thou again this alter'd Face canst know Behold these Eyes each bury'd in its Cell These Cheeks where freshest Beauty us'd to dwell In Ruins there each graceful Feature lies Tho' chaft with Wine no lively Blush will rise Then to whose Altar should I now repair But Thine who only canst redress my Care Thou only canst my raging Grief controul Who art the great Physician of the Soul JEREMIAH 9. Vers. 1. O that my Head were turned into Water and my Eyes a Fountain of Tears that I might weep Day and Night Nymphs of the Flood how truly blest are you Whose beauteous Limbs in liquid Chrystal flow And They whose metamorphos'd Frame distill'd To Lakes that soon the wondring Valleys fill'd Why of your Fortune should this Head despair This wretched Head with more tormenting Care Turn'd to a Spring with Moss instead of Hair On Earth my weary out-stretcht Arms I throw In hopes they will like yours dissolve flow But my hard Stars so blest a Change deny For Rivers Emblems are of Liberty O that I could a sudden Fountain prove As Acis once for Galatea's Love That those kind Pow'rs who set sad Biblis free Would now repeat the Miracle in me Since Floods and Seas I but in vain implore Let some kind Show'r supply me with its store Then from my Eyes such plenteous Streams would flow As fall from lofty Pindus melting Snow Which down the Furrows of my Cheeks should run In Course as constant as the Circling Sun No Rest should in my trickling Tears be found Till all my Sins were in that Deluge drown'd PSALM 69. Vers. 15. Let not the Water-flood overflow me nor the Deep swallow me up MY Life 's a Sea now raging now at Rest And I the Ship with gawdy Streamers drest What are the Breezes there each flatt'ring Wind But those dissembling Passions of my Mind Invited by these Gales I rashly float And tempt the Ocean in a sickle Boat No want of youthful Dalliance to excite But pleasures Tiding up with full Delight Syrens that charm at once my Ear Sight O Faithless Main that with so calm a Brow Dost smile how rough and boist'rous wilt thou grow Kind Offices thou dost as yet perform Without the least Suspition of a Storm But when environ'd round with Seas and Skies Past sight of Shore Thy Tempests then will Rise PSALM 143. Vers. 2. Enter not into Iudgment with thy Servant c. O Who would not this strict Tribunal dread Or dare before th' Almighty Judge to Plead At his Tribunal how shall Guilt appear Where Innocence it self can scarce be Clear Ev'n He whose Piety did brightly shine Of all the Inspir'd Twelve the most Divine Whose Life with Vice was one continu'd War Yet dar'd not plead Perfection at this Barr. The Royal Author of Seraphick Verse And Anthems fit for Angels to rehearse What Son of Flesh conceiv'd in Sin said He Before All-seeing Eyes can righteous be Nor Iob in sufferings try'd allow'd the Skies And brighter Stars as spotless in his Eyes If then such Pillars sink beneath his Hand On what support can we frail Rafters stand And if before his Breath the Cedars yield How shall such Shrubs as we maintain the Field PSALM The Sorrows of Hell compass me and the Snares of Death take hold of me ACteon's Fortune seems in me renew'd When wretchedly by his own Hounds persu'd Wild Groves my youthful Fancy did enflame My Soul was always in pursuit of Game Till Death beset me in a Desart way And of the Hunter made a wretched Prey In ev'ry Path Death's tangling Nets are spread More fine and subtile than Arachne's Thread Behold how close that watchful Huntress lies Some gawdy buzzing Stragler to surprise Her Web once struck forth from her Cell she springs And to her Den the mourning Captive brings Mark how the Fowler from the shades unseen Observes his Nets stretcht on the neighb'ring Green And to allure where vacant Spots are found He scatters Grain upon the barren Ground While Birds whom he already has betray'd Are now Decoys to their own Fellows made And from their Cages cheerful Notes begin To draw with feign'd Mirth their Companions in These these my Soul true Emblems are of Sin PSALM 31. Vers. 10. My Life is spent in Grief and my Years in Sighing By N. Tate A Sullen Planet
frown'd upon my Birth Nor to this Hour allows one Minute's Mirth Yet still I 'm flatter'd with deceitful Air That always says to Morrow shall be fair No Morrow yet has darted one kind Ray But still proves darker than the former Day The ruffling Winds oftimes disturb the Main But soon the Billows grow compos'd again No Leaves in Winter on the Grove are seen Which yet the next Spring Cloaths with fresher Green When sudden Storms eclipse the Morning's Light Those once dispers'd the Day returns more bright My gloomy Thoughts no Interval can find The Tempest always rages in my Mind My Sighs are all the Musick I employ My Sighs are all the Musick I enjoy With these I pass the tedious Night away With these I pass the yet more tedious Day My Friends 't is true their Counsel oft address Advise me oft to make my Sorrows less I took their Council gave to Mirth the Rein Mirth only brought more sharp Returns of Pain For when my Griefs with Laughter I 'd beguile Tempestuous Sighs destroy'd the Infant Smile And when I try to Sleep my Griefs to Rest Their Crys fright from my Door the gentle Guest Ye Streams and Groves my long frequented Seats Ye Rocks Caves my Sorrows last Retreats You know how oft my Groans in vain supprest Have with recoiling Fury torn my Breast While Eccho gentle sharer of my Woe Returns a Sigh to ev'ry Sigh I throw Here Progne do's her mournful Story tell Answer'd by sadder Notes of Philomel Each in her Turn renews the doleful Strain While Halcyons from the distant Shoars complain With these the Turtle joins eternal Moan Like me she mourns and murmurs all alone Thus Fate do's cruelly my Life prolong Of all my suffrings Life the greatest Wrong Out of Hermannus Hugo I Charge you O Daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my Beloved that ye tell him I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. YE happy souls of Heavenly Salem's Race Whose snowy Feet the Azure Temples grace You you I charge attend my sacred Strain If ye by chance shou'd find my Love again Tell him I Languish with a Fire unknown As Iasmins saint beneath th' Assyrian Sun For ' midst the Darts he lately scatter'd round He fell himself a Shaft and I a Wound At least his own Blood ting'd the pointed Steel ' For I more His than my own Sufferings feel Ah! with what fires was then my Soul possest As if whole Aetna heav'd within my Breast If he 's inquisitive as Lovers are And should enquire of each particular Talk all the Forms of Languish and Distress Which Pain forbids the Sufferer to express He 'll ask if I am Feaverish tell him No My Spirits are too weak my Pulse too low He 'll ask if danger of my Life appears Tell what your Eyes discover not your Ears Tell him you bid me speak whilst my faint breath Imported nothing but the signs of Death Perhaps he 'll ask you how I did appear What Looks and what my other symptoms were This or like This let your Description be That he my danger with its Cause may see A pale a frightful trembling Ghost I lye Condemn'd O Fate neither to live nor dye I pant and struggle for my hovering Breath Labouring for either perfect Life or Death With heavy Eyes that sink in gloomy Shade My faint Right hand within my Bosom laid No rosy Colours no young Native heat No Pulse tho' touch'd can be perceiv'd to beat A floud of Tears wash my faint Life away And dying Sighs to him my Soul convey Whilst in these sad Complaints I still admire To feel I burn yet know not what 's the fire Unless 't is Love which doth these Passions move For every accent of my Pain is Love From hence I find from hence proceeds my flame I know not Love but yet a Lover am Love made my Plaints so loud my Sighs so deep Love taught my unexperienc'd Eyes to weep From hence th' Abruptness of my Language came That I could utter nothing but his Name This in these words Let my Beloved hear That I fond of my pain his Fetters bear Tell him I burn with such a gentle fire As Roses in the Summers heat expire Tell him that I with long Desires decay As hoary Lillies droop and fade away I charge ye tell him I am sick of Love And my last Sickness tell him it will prove ON EASTER-DAY By an unknown Hand 1. HArk Sure I hear Urania play I hear her tune the heavenly Strings Some wondrous Tidings sure she brings Oh! now methinks I hear her say The Sun of Rightcousness To day Must break must rise must come away With Healing on his Wings 2. 'T is done behold the God appear Fulfilling all that he hath said Captivity is Captive led Death of his old invenom'd Spear Behold disarm'd and conquer'd here The Grave no more the Members seat Since risen is the Head 3. In vain the silly Rabbins strove A Stratagem of Force to find The Lord Omnipotent to bind Too weak to stop Almighty Love Their Guards their Stone their Seal must prove The trembling Earth doth all remove Like Dust before the Wind. 4. Let ransom'd Men in Praises vie Let every faithful Soul rejoice And tune to Angels Notes his Voice Hail Son of David let them cry Hail Thou that Livest and didst Dye That list'st thy glorious Seat on high And Sufferings mad'st thy Choice 5. Unfold ye Everlasting Gates That Guard the great Iehovah's Towers Those Sacred My stick Leaves of yours The King of Glory for you waits Receive him O ye blissful Bow'rs Ye Thrones Dominions Sceptred Powers He comes accomplish'd are the Hours Appointed by the Fates 6. Be now thy Foes thy Footstool made Exalted high on God's Right-hand A Priest for ever mayst thou stand Thy dear Redeeming Blood to plead Th' imperfect Sacrifice to aid Which is by wretched Man convey'd And never must be scann'd A Preparation to PRAYER By the same Hand 1. LET no bold Prayer presume to rise Let no unhallowed Incense go A fruitless Progress through the Skies Whilst here thy Heart remains below Thy Heart adorn'd in all its best desires Thy Father kindly courts thy awful God requires 2. Think with what Reverence and State Thy Maker is ador'd Above What mighty Beings round him wait And pay their Worship and their Love That Cherubims are in his Sight afraid And with enfolded Wings their glorious Faces Shade 3. How must that Guardian Angel grieve That to attend thy Soul is sent Such cold Petitions to receive As his warm Zeal can ne'er present How must he grieve thy empty Forms to see In Spirit and in Truth his God must worshipt be 4. How will it swell thy final Cares How will it all thy hopes defeat To see thy Sins increas'd by Prayers Which only could their force abate How can'st thou hope t' escape those foreign Harms Who thus against thy self turn'st thy defensive Arms GOLD is try'd in the Fire
bereft By open Force or secret Theft Safe in it's Cabinet 't will stay Till by the Owner thrown away O dismal Bargain when for Sin we sell This Gemm 'T is Life for Death and Heav'n for Hell By Dr. Fuller LOrd what is Man lost Man that thou shou'd'st be So mindful of him that the Son of God Should quit his Glory his Divine Abode To be on Earth a poor Afflicted Man The Deity contracted to a Span And that for me O wondrous Love for me Reveal ye glorious Spirits when ye knew The way the Son of God took to renew Lost Man Your vacant Places to supply Blest Spirits tell Which did Excel Which was more prevalent Your Joy or your Astonishment That for a Worm a God should Dye Oh! for a Quill drawn from your Wing To write the Praises of th' Eternal Love Oh! for a Voice like Yours to sing That Anthem here which once you sung Above By the same Hand IN the black dismal Dungeon of Despair Pin'd with a Tormenting Care Wrackt with my Fears Drown'd in my Tears With dreadful Expectation of my Doom And certain horrid Judgments soon to come Lord here I lie Lost to all hope of Liberty Hence never to remove But by a Miracle of Love Which I scarce dare to hope much less expect Being guilty of so great so long Neglect Fool that I was worthy a sharper Rod To slight thy Courtings O my God! For thou didst Woo Intreat and Grieve Didst beg me to be happy and to Live But I would not I chose to dwell With Death too far from thee too near to Hell But is there no Redemption no Relief Thou sav'st a Murd'rer and a Thief Thy Mercy Lord once more advance And give O give me such a Glance As Peter had thy sweet kind Chiding Look Will change my Heart as it did melt that Rock Look on me Iesu as thou didst on him 'T is more than to Create thus to Redeem By the same Hand HOw have I stray'd my God! where have I been Since first I wander'd in the maze of Sin Lord I have been I know not where So intricate Youths Follies are Age hath its Labyrinths and Mazes too But neither hath a wise returning Clue Thy Look thy Call to me Shall my far better Ariadne be Hark I hear my Shepherd call away And in a kind complaining Accent say Why does my Soul thus stray O blessed Voice That prompts me to new Choice And fain dear Shepherd would I come But I can find no Track To lead me back And if I still go on I am undone 'T is thou O Lord must bring me home Or point me out at least the way For ah poor Souls have thousand ways to stray Yet to return alas but One. HYMN OH that mine Eyes wou'd melt into a Flood That I might plunge in Tears for Thee As thou didst Swim in Blood to ransom me Oh! that this fleshly Limbeck would begin To drop a Tear for every Sin See how his Arms are spread To entertain Death's welcome Bands Behold his bowing Head His bleeding Hands His oft repeated Stripes his wounded Side Hark how he Groans remember how he Cry'd The very Heavens put weeds of Mourning on The solid Rocks in sunder rent And yet this Heart this Stone could not relent Hard-hearted Man to weep alone deny'd Hard-hearted Man for whom alone he Dy'd The Passing-Bell COme honest Sexton take thy Spade And let my Grave be quickly made Thou still art ready for the Dead Like a kind Host to make my Bed I now am come to be thy Guest Let me in some Dark Lodging rest For I am weary full of pain And of my Pilgrimage complain On Heavens Decree I waiting lye And all my wishes are to dye Hark I hear my Passing-Bell Farewel my loving Friends Farewel 2. Make my cold Bed good Sexton deep That my poor Bones may safely sleep Until that sad and joyful Day When from Above a Voice shall say Wake all ye Dead lift up your Eyes The Great Creator bids you Rise Then do I hope among the Just To shake off this Polluted Dust And with new Robes of Glory drest To have access among the Blest Hark I hear my Passing-Bell Farewel my loving Friends Farewel JOB's CVRSE By Dr. JEREMY TAYLOR LEt the Night perish Cursed be the Morn Wherein 't was said there is a Man-Child born Let not the Lord regard that Day but shroud It 's fatal Glory in some sullen Cloud May the dark shades of an Eternal Night Exclude the least kind beam of dawning Light Let unknown Babes as in the Womb they lye If it be mention'd give a Groan and Dye No sounds of Joy therein shall charm the Ear No Sun no Moon no Twi-light Stars appear But a thick Vale of gloomy Darkness wear Why did I not when first my Mothers Womb Discharg'd me thence drop down into my Tomb Then had I been at quiet and mine Eyes Had slept and seen no Sorrow there the wise And subtil Councillor the Potentate Who for themselves built Palaces of State Lie husht in silence there 's no Mid-night Cry Caus'd by Oppressive Tyranny Of Wicked Rulers There the Weary cease From Labour there the Prisoner sleeps in Peace The Rich the Poor the Monarch and the Slave Rest undist urb'd and no Distinction have Within the silent Chambers of the Grave The Words by a Young Lady THere 's no disturbance in the Heavens above And heavenly Souls do nothing else but Love No Anger no Remorse no Discontent Can seize a Soul that 's truly Innocent And aims at nought but that she may combine With all she finds like to her self Divine And seeing Things in such Confusion hurl'd Does not contend with but despise the World A Dialogue between two Penitents 1 Pt. HArk how the wakeful cheerful Cock The Villagers Astrologer Clapping his Wings proclaims the Day And chides thy Sleep and Night away 2 Pt. I hear and thank my kind Remembrancer Flow flow my Tears O when will you begin St. Peter's Bird Reproves St. Peter's Sin 1 P. Complaining Man hast thou thy Christ deny'd 2 Pt. Wo's me I have done more than Peter did With less Excuse and many ways beside Ev'n since my Christ was glorify'd And this alas too oft alas more more than thrice As often as I Chose and Woo'd a Vice Or brutish Lust to be Abhor'd Rejected Jesu my dear Lord. 1 Pt. O my sad Heart if that be to deny None ought to weep more Floods than I When to receive into my Heart a Sin I thrust my Jesu out and took it in But Lord how oft he came and being deny'd Dy'd How dolefully he cry'd Why dost thou use me thus who for thee 2 Pt. Methinks I hear him Call too from the Tree Ungrateful Wretch were these Wounds made for Thee Who both deny'dst me and betray'd me too For every wanton Kiss A very Iudas is And each malicious Thought a spiteful Iew. 1 Pt. If Sins do now what
Sports Of Theaters and crowded Courts Only the vertuous Heavenly Soul can tell Which when retir'd and loos'd by Faith Love From the gross Body upward flies Climbs o'er th' impurer lower Skies To gain sweet Converse with blest Minds above Ravish'd with This she seeks a clearer sight And chides the interposing Clay And bars of Flesh that take away Her heavenly Prospect and retard her flight She do's her scorn of this low World express Derides the Pompous Trifles here Honours and Wealth to Sinners dear And wonders why Men call it Happiness Safe in those happy Realms of Light and Love From Clouds and stormy Wind that blow O'er this tempesteous World below She mourns she cannot always keep above In those bright Fields no fears her Joy controul Securely seated from on high She sees the ruddy Lightning fly And hears below the distant Thunder roll She 's there safe guarded from fal'n Angels pow'r That stray in this low void of Air. And watching with unwearied Care First tempt to sin then vanquish'd Souls devour Those Minds become more excellent and pure That Heav'ns calm Regions most frequent Free from Earth's Damps and noisom Scent As wholesom Climates Mens sick Bodies cure And when such Minds descend to Earth agen Their heav'nly Language cheerful Face Fresh Beauty and Celestial Grace Declare the happy Seats where they have been This World is still so turbulent and loud That Heav'ns soft Voice cannot be heard Angels have oft to Men appear'd When all alone but never in a Crowd In silent Groves the Men of old grew wise There prostrate Votaries ador'd And invocated the true Lord There Heathens worship'd too their Deities Sage Druids there Heav'ns Councils understood The Soul does there her Thoughts compose Calmly devout and silent grows Aw'd by the shade and stillness of the Wood. There th' Essens Sect their Innocence were taught Of the next Silver Stream they drank Got a cheap Meal from some green Bank And far from worldly Cares they Liv'd and Thought In Fields and Woods may I safe Pleasures find Nature's Almighty Cause adore Admire the Works but th' Author more Where Objects both delight and teach my Mind May Vallies teach me to be fruitful too May Hills excite me to aspire Like them to Heav'n with rais'd Desire And may my Thoughts flow pure as Fountains do From Birds I 'll learn to sing my Maker's Praise The Sheep shall make me wish I may Grow useful and as meek as they And hear the Pastor that directs my ways Both Birds and Beasts shall my distrust condemn That trust Heav'n's Goodness rove about Free from all Care and anxious Doubts And teach me to depend on Heav'n like them Motives I ne'er shall want of Love and Praise For Heav'n and Earth will still supply My Thoughts with such variety As will new wonder fresh Devotion raise Oh may I something learn from all I see And by the Creatures still ascend To the first Cause whilst I attend To Nature's Volumes of Divinity Let me sweet Solitude's Delights enjoy And Those repair to sensual Sport To Wine and Theaters resort Who know not how their Leisure to employ A Closet or a secret Field with thee Shall Lord to me be far more dear Than all the sensual Pleasures here Than all the poyson'd sweets of Ease Luxury The ENQUIRY By the same Hand I 'VE searcht the barren World but cannot find A Happiness for an Immortal Mind Honours Delights and Riches have all spent Their Smiles in vain to give my Thoughts Content The Joys they yield but for a Moment last And shrink to nothing when they 're close embrac't They never satisfy but feed desire And bring fresh Fuel to a restless Fire What 's one poor drop to him that almost bursts With fierce desires and for an Ocean thirsts My Mind can hold both the rich Indy's store And find it self as empty as before The Treasures Earth throws in their purpose miss Swallow'd and lost in that immense Abyss I 've look'd o'er all the Riches Earth can shew All that it Promises but gives to few And still some Intellectual Good I want Some Happiness this World can never grant Hence mighty God my Thoughts ascend to Thee The spring of Good and Man's Felicity 'T is only thy Immensity can fill The thirsty Soul 's vast and immortal Will This single Thought that all Earth's Joys at Death Will end and cease for ever with my Breath Quite chills my Love and lessens my Esteem And makes a Kingdom but a trifle seem I find my Soul 's misplac'd it longs to see Some higher Good some fix'd Felicity Which it despairs to meet with but in thee I 'm blest with Faculties to entertain Thy self and sure thou mad'st them not in vain And as I can so I desire to be Made happy only in Enjoying thee My Wishes else unsatisfy'd return And make me all my lost Endeavours mourn Thou dost to All but Man Perfection grant That with their Happiness upbraid my want No Hopes or Fears the quiet Stones molest That sweetly in the Earth's low bosom rest Trees to their height and perfect Stature grow No farther Tendencies or Wishes know Rich Flowers with daz'ling Glory crown the Year And in their Smiles a perfect Beauty wear Beasts that have all for which their Nature calls Pleas'd with themselves are happy Animals Above the Earth their Wishes never fly Nor thirst for Heav'n and Immortality No Prospect of a greater Excellence Makes them despise the low Delights of Sense No knowledge of Eternity can shew To them how short these Pleasures are below They can no Dangers while at distance see To interrupt their present Peace and Rest From thoughts of Death and future Sorrows free They are with undisturb'd Enjoyments blest While Souls that can to higher Regions climb And look beyond the whirling Pool of Time Become unhappy by their Eminence And serve but to disturb the sweets of Sense When the sad Mind its sober thoughts emploies And finds it self born for Eternal Joys How Earth's unmanly short Delights displease It rather will have none than such as these It thinks of all its noble Faculties Then looks on Earth and do's its Joys despise Since I have such a Mind as this would I Had never been or may I never dy If no Delights are to be found above What shall I seek on Earth what shall I Love If this be all the Happiness design'd For anxious Man wretched Immortal Mind Happy the Bruits that can't their State resent That know no nobler Joys and are content If Man then can't a perfect State attain His Soul and Appetites are made in vain Man only is Felicity deny'd Vex'd with desires not to be satisfy'd The Lord of All is most unhappy left Of that Perfection Beasts enjoy berest But th' Author sure will not be most unkind To his best Workmanship the Heav'n born Mind He 's so benign he can't but let us have Objects for all the Appetites he
gave 'T is easy hence to know he does intend Himself shall be the Minds last Rest and End On them he will at last himself bestow That never sought their Happiness below What this denies the other World will give Where Saints shall in Immortal Glory live Possest with Heav'n they shall for ever rest Crown'd with Divine Delights and with their Wishes blest SOLILOQUY By the same Hand DOuble Allegiance Lord to thee I owe Both as thy Subject and thy Creature too 'T were then in me the most ingrateful Guilt Not to perform or suffer what thou wilt My place is to obey and not dispute A Will so good a Power so absolute Shall my Remonstrances to Heav'n be sent To plead the Justice of my Discontent For Life and Enjoyments here I stand Indebted to the Bounty of thy Hand What thou art pleas'd to take I must resign Yet thence sustain no Wrong since Nothing 's mine My Fortune 's mean the wisest and the best Of Soul that now in Heav'n outshine the rest Liv'd in this vale of Tears despis'd and poor Some wanted Necessaries few had more And shall I quarrel with my Fate when God Afflicts me but to guide me with his Rod The sacred Path which all the Blest have trod Sure Toil and Weariness must needs become The Lot of Travellers remote from Home Pilgrims as I am while abroad they stay Must quit th' Ambition to seem Rich and Gay Amidst my Foes I 'm now a Stranger where What 's tolerable is accounted rare Such Travellers can only Passage crave And That what e'er I miss I 'm sure to have All Suffrings here that can my Fears alarm Afflict the Flesh but work no further harm Distress and Shame make not Heav'ns Servants seem More base or wretched in their Lord's Esteem These can't his Favor from my Soul remove Nor intercept the Pleasures of his Love And Happiness to Him is quite unknown Who cannot find it in that Love alone From Riches free I 'm free too from their Cares Safe by my distance from their fatal Snares An humble Fortune kindly does deny Th' Incentives of our Pride and Luxury My weaker Vertue may be here secure Which might not all th' Assaults of Wealth endure So little Vessels may securely ride On a small River's smooth and gentle Tide Where weaker Winds with soft and easy Gales Scarce heave the Bosom of their humble Sails But if they put to Sea too late they find Their Sail unequal for a fiercer Wind. Hopeless they 're with impetuous Fury born Split on the Rocks or with the Tempest torn Thus meaner Fortunes Vertue most befriend Giving what 's fit and more would but offend Here we our Innocence can best ensure And that 's the happyst State that 's most secure If now to Heav'n's so difficult the Road What must it be with Wealth 's incumbring Load Do my Endeavours now succeed so well And all Temptations with such ease repell That my Ambition any harder Task Should crave and for Herculean Labours ask That I with Care and Toil should purchase Foes And seek the Place that thickest dangers shews Are those I cannot shun so few or slight That fond of Ruin I would more invite This were to ravish Death it self and scale The Gates of Hell lest milder Arts should fail I 'm born for Heav'n and shall I chuse to stray And shun the plainest and the safest way That I a longer Journey may endure Through Roads more troublesome and less secure Still meaner Fortunes are the safest found Free from the Snares which Wealth and Pomp surround The humble ground needs but a small desence We ought to dread the rising Eminence Where Sin does it's victorious Forces post And dying Souls are in such numbers lost Numbers that give malicious Hell such joy That glut the Grave and greedy Death o'er cloy The greatest danger that my fear should move Is lest the World should too obliging prove She 's then most dang'rous when her smiling Art And splendid Dress invite my yielding heart But when she frowns her Charms are lost unless We 're fond of Misery and court Distress The Worlds unkindness may abate our love Teach us to seek for Happiness above Make us for high Eternal Joys enquire And seek for Heav'n with more inflam'd desire For still our wishes after Home and Rest Are by the badness of their way increast 'T is then from disbelief and want of love To God and those pure Joys prepar'd above That in the meanest State we can't rejoice And make not humble Poverty our Choice That Wealth and Greatness we so little dread Sought by the Living curst so by the Dead Blest with the hopes of Heav'n tho I've no more 'T is Atheism to complain my Fortune's poor The Man rich with these hopes may well imploy His saddest Hours in calm Delights and Joy Who when a few short Hours are past will know What Heav'n to make Men happy can bestow For ever blest if God can make them so May I have these transporting hopes of Heav'n And let me know that Happiness when given I 'll praise Heav'ns Goodness tho opprest I ly With what mistaken Men call Misery Why should I grieve for what I suffer here All these slight Troubles soon will disappear And what is not Eternal is below my Fear The Safety of a low State Translated out of Seneca's Agamemnon Chor. Argivarum By the same Hand THe treach'rous Fortune of a Royal Crown Places what evers rich and great On a steep and slippery Seat Whence with an easy Blast all tumble down Proud Scepters can't command soft Peace and Rest Nor chase uneasy Fears away They know no safe and happy Day But endless Cares their Greatness still molest The Lybian Sea not with such Fury raves When heap'd up by rough Winds the Sand Does in high tott'ring Mountains stand And interrupts the loud impetuous Waves Euxinus neighbor to the snowy Pole Where the bright Carman by the Main Untoucht drives round his shining Wain Can't with such force his troubled Waters roll As when Kings fall turn'd round by rapid Fate Kings whose desire is to appear Awful to move their Subjects fear Which Fear does in themselves the like create The Night to hide 'em safe does Darkness want Soft sleep by which a troubled Breast Is loos'd and lies dissolv'd in Rest Can't charm the restless Cares that Princes haunt The Men that born by too kind Fortune rise Soon sink and fall down from their height Prest by their own unequal weight Which those that envy'd now as much despise Great Fortunes can't their own vast Burden bear So the swift Ships expanded Sails Swoln out with too indulgent Gales The Winds they wish'd before begin to fear So a proud Tow'r thrusts his aspiring Head Among the flying Clouds but finds The uneasy neighbourhood of Winds And Thunder-claps that are around him bred So the rude Storms that shake the bending Wood Design an envious fatal stroke To the
their Crimes How loudly then His worth should be proclaim'd Whom ev'ry Virtue grac'd and not one Vice defam'd 2. His Merits gain'd a Character so high As Envy could not blast nor Pride deny Above disguise He scorn'd all varnish'd Arts And with Inherent Honour conquer'd Hearts His Actions generous all and squar'd by Truth With Age's Prudence bless'd in the gay Bloom of Youth 3. Gentle offenceless so averse to wrong Obliging sweetness dwelt upon his Tongue With Nature's richest Gifts so deck'd within That Pride in him had scarce been judg'd a Sin His ready Wit no stop or bounds could know But like a gen'rous Spring did clear and constant flow 4. Not in his Grave more quiet can he find Than always lodg'd in his unvary'd mind A Mind fit only for the Bless'd above The Seat of Friendship and the Throne of Love In Heaven what matchless Glory has he gain'd To bring from Earth a Soul by such an Age unstain'd 5. The Hand of Fate seems partial to destroy Fond of the Happy to the Wretched Coy In plenty round him Fortune's Blessings lay Which just attain'd Fate summon'd him away So parts the Shipwreck'd Merchant from his Gain And sinking sees his Wealth Float round him on the Main 6. No Humane skill the destin'd Hour could stay And hovering Death was pleas'd with such a Prey Which to secure beyond the help of Art In every Pore he struck a Fatal Dart. The Vicious Life an easy Conquest lies But Fate 's whole power invades when sacred Virtue dies To a LADY Vpon the X. Commandments cut by Her on White-Paper and Presented to S. John's College in Oxford THe curious Wonders we preserve with Care That the fair Hands of Cloyster'd Nuns prepare Who strive poor Ladies with a fruitless Toil A miserable Solitude to beguile Promoting what they to themselves deny They Pride and Luxury to Mankind supply But in your Piece this Excellence we find An Entertainment for the Eye and Mind A Sov'reign Judgment form'd the first Design So well the Matter and the Art combine No other Lines cou'd merit so much Art No other Hand an equal Skill impart The Masters see it and their Plates disown Asham'd of the rude Scratches they have done The Printer boasts no more his Works do live And Sybil's Leaves and ancient Bark survive But owns that Art the longer Date deserves Which Things in fairest Characters preserves At least if we no more Pretensions name The Author may a just Precedence claim Blind Chance did His on the dull Soldier throw Another Palace kindly this bestow Were all the holy Books transcrib'd anew And in such beauteous Letters dress'd by You We ought the Iewish Rev'rence to retain And institute new Masorites again Our Tongue beneath that Sacred Character Wou'd of Divine Original appear And what in Theirs was but a vain Pretence Each Letter carry mighty Consequence And oh how fit would that fair Mansion prove For th' ever-blest and the Eternal Dove Th' officious Painter on the Altar draws In Golden Characters these Sacred Laws But 't is the Gold commends the strokes he makes His work a borrow'd Value from it takes While wisely You such slight Materials chuse And solid Worth by acc'rate Art infuse Your Piece no glittering Advantage needs Whose Value from the curious Work proceeds Yet by this Piece is represented best Th' unspotted Image seated in your Breast As Poets labo'ring best their Sense t' express Betray those Passions which their Souls possess Just such your Writ appears so heavenly fair The Angels Hand did scarce a fairer bear We only fear least Those who come to see Should unawares commit Idolatry The Holy Place a solemn Rev'rence fills And deeper Awe which this new Guest instils That hence we may but just Credentials call To vouch the Sanction of th' Original And might the Tables by those Fingers writ Into the Holy of Holyests admit HYMN Veni Creator Spiritus Englisht by Mr. Wright 1. APproach Celestial Dove Eternal Purity and Love And where at first you did dispence A Being Life and Sence In the same Breasts now place The very Soul of Life Supernal Grace 2. Thou Spring of Joy still growing Fountain of Comfort ever flowing Thou greatest Gift of the most Great Thou Charity compleat Unction Divine that brings The Sanctity of Priests Grandeur of Kings 3. Thou sevenfold Benefactor Of all that 's Good thou great transactor Thou promis'd Gift from Heaven sent When from us Heaven went Thou God of Eloquence That speakst to th' Intellect before the Sence 4. Hither direct thy Ray Thou Glorious Sun of lasting Day And from that Sacred Heat inflame A Passion for thy Name So all our present Want Will be supply'd by that Celestial Grant 5. Far far from us displace Th' Immortal Enemy of Grace And in all Hazards let us find Thy Peace the Peace of Mind We ask no more reward Thou being thus our Conduct and and Guard 6. True Faith on us bestow The Father-Deity to know And teach us by thy Inspiration God the Son's Incarnation Inform us then aright How you add one to them yet all unite 7. Eternal One United Three To you belongs all Majesty All Power and all Dominion's due To you and only you All Glory then all Praise Divine United Three Eternal One be thine JEPTHA's VOW The ARGUMENT Jeptha having rashly Vow'd if he succeeded in his Expedition against the Amonites to offer up in Sacrifice the First that should meet him from his own House He returns Victorious The first that comes forth to welcome his Triumph is his only Daughter whom he Sacrifices according to his Vow By N. Tate BEfore the Altar the devoted Maid With Garlands crown'd and in white Robes array'd Appears all Mild to yield her destin'd Life And waiting the slow Sacrificer's Knife A Virgin Blush her Aspect purpled o'er As young and ne'er beheld by Crowds before Such Tincture Crimson'd Alablaster shows Or Lillies shaded by a neighb'ring Rose Yet gen'rous Resolution do's display That with her Modesty bears equal Sway. She only she appears without surprize And views the weeping Crowd with cheerful Eyes Some call to mind the publick Service done And Battle lately by her Father won His Blood 's Expence in Field to save the State And with it the unhappy Victor's Fate Of Age's last Reserve and Hopes bereft His ancient House and Lineage Heirless left The Younger sort bewail her blooming Charms And grutch so fair a Prize to Death's cold Arms. The Nymph for whom the noblest Youths had pin'd A Booty to the Thankless Grave assign'd For now as Chance wou'd play the Tyrant's Part And fret their Wounds with fresh Supplies of smart Those Beauties Nature had before conferr'd Sublim'd and to Advantage all appear'd Their Grief was now to Consternation turn'd They now Mourn silent as before they burn'd Of this the Virgin do's Advantage take And her afflicted Father thus bespake To Ammon's Court Great Sir these Plaints remit These Plaints are only for
the vanquisht fit My self to Death's cold Arms I freely give While you to shield our State and Altars live You Rate my useless Life at Price too high To make me yours and Israel's Victim Dye More than my Merits or my Hopes could claim To purchase with few Years Immortal Fame With Comfort to your Palace Sir repair To cherrish Her that 's now your only Care My tender Mother's Sorrow to asswage For only You can check the Tyrant's Rage Forget your Worthless Daughter and survive By your Example to keep Her Alive You else resign your Laurels to the Foe And Conquer'd Ammon Triumphs in your Woe Or have you lavish'd all your Love away On my past Years Reserv'd no Kindness for my latest Day If my past Life did you in ought offend In Death at least I wou'd my Fault amend And to the Shades a guiltless Soul descend O Torture the distracted Father crys With Arms extended and uplifted Eyes Too much ye conscious Skies for Man to bear For This is Torment that exceeds despair The weeping Crowd around he then survey'd O if the Death of this Illustrious Maid You wretched makes her Death you only see What must the Murtherer her Father be In Innocence your Sorrow finds Relief I bear the double Load of Guilt and Grief Worldly Greatness By Mr. Ezr. Simson WHat 's worldly Empire Pomp Pow'r The Pageant-Triumph of an Hour Or if the Courtesy of Fate Prolong the Scene an Age's Date 'T is all that Fortune can bestow And if for Life's time lasts the Show Not to a Minute 't will amount In vast Eternity's Account Were Heav'n so pleas'd one Monarch may Arrive to universal Sway Mankind in sole Subjection have Yet to his Passions be a Slave Their stronger Forces shall invest Alarm Assault and Storm his Brest And with the Havock there they make Keep Him as He the World Awake HUMILITY By the same Hand MUch injur'd Grace for being Mild Meaness of Spirit Thou art stil'd Thus sensless Mortals Thee defame Who dost with Heav'n Alliance claim 'T is Thou alone that dost inspire The Greatness that brave Souls Admire The proudest Heroes of the Field To Thee the Prize of Fame must yield To Thee belongs the first Renown Thou only can'st the Glory own To Triumph o'er Fate 's outmost Force And Steer in Storms a steddy Course When Fortune tempts with flatt'ring Wiles Thou only canst resist her Smiles And when her angry Tempests rise Thou only canst her Frowns despise On the Day of Iudgment By the E. of Roscommon THe Day of Wrath that dreadful Day That shall the World in Ashes lay 'T is coming will not cannot stay The Last loud Trumpet 's wondrous Sound Shall through the cleaving Graves rebound And Wake the Nations under Ground Nature and Death shall with supprise Behold the conscious Wretches rise And view their Judge with frighted Eyes Then shall with universal Dread The sacred Mystick Rolls be read To try the Living and the Dead The Judge ascends his awful Throne But when he makes all Secrets known How will a Guilty Face be shown What Intercessor shall I take To save my last important stake When the most Just have cause to quake Thou mighty Formidable King Mercy and Truths eternal Spring Some Charitable Pity bring Forget not what my Ransom cost Nor let my dear bought Soul be lost In storms of guilty Terror tost Thou who for me hast felt such Pain Whose precious Blood the Cross did stain Let not thy Birth and Death be Vain Thou whom avenging Powers obey Remit before the Reckoning Day The Debt which I can never pay Surrounded with amazing Fears Whose Load my Soul with Anguish bears I sigh I weep Accept my Tears Thou who wast mov'd with Mary's Grief And by Absolving of the Thief Hast given me Hopes oh give me relief Oh! let thy Blood my Crimes deface And fix me with those Heirs of Grace Whom Thou on thy Right-hand shalt place From that Portentuous vast Abyss Where Flames devour and Serpents hiss Call me to thy Eternal Bliss Prostrate my contrite Heart I rend My God my Father and my Friend Do not forsake me in my end When Justice shall her Sword unsheath How will they Curse their second Breath Who rise to a severer Death Great God of Mercies pitty take On Souls thou didst Immortal make Nor let their State be that of Woe Which must if Once be ever so FINIS THE CONTENTS THe Morning Hymn by Dr. Fuller formerly Bp. of Lincoln Page 1 An Evening Hymn by Ezr. Simson 2 Innocence Or the Inestimable Gem by a Young Lady 3 By Dr. Fuller 5 By the same Hand 6 By the same Hand 7 Hymn 8 The Passing-Bell 9 Job's Curse by Dr. Jeremy Taylor 11 The Words by a Young Lady 12 A Dialogue between two Penitents 13 Vpon a Quiet Conscience by K. Charles the First 16 A Dialogue betwixt Dives and Abraham Ibid. Soliloquy 18 Psalm the 104 by Mr. Tate 21 The Evening Hymn 27 On our Saviour's Passion pag. 28 The Penitent by Dr. Jeremy Taylor 29 The Blessed Virgin 's Expostulation when our Saviour at 12 Years of Age had withdrawn himself by N. Tate 30 On Pilate's exposing our Lord to the Jews and saying to them Behold the Man 32 Translations out of Boethius Lib. 2. Metre the Fourth 35 Metre Fifth 36 Metre Sixth 37 The last Trumpet by Mr. Tate 38 The Slaughter of the Innocents By the same Hand 39 Vpon the Sight of an Anatomy by Mr. Tate 40 Psalm the First by Capt. Walker 45 Psalm 57. 8 9 10. By the same Hand 47 A Paraphrase on the 79th Psalm 48 The Convert An Ode written by Mr. Geo. Herbert 51 The Prophet Elijah translated up to Heaven by Mr. Tate 53 Hymn by H. W. 58 Hezekiah's Sickness and Recovery by Mr. Tate 60 On the Death of Mr 〈◊〉 who was found Dead upon his Kn 〈…〉 hamber 65 A Paraphrase on several Texts of Scripture expressing the Sighs of a Penitent Soul Translated from Herm. Hugo 68 On Psalm 6. Vers. 3 69 On Ieremiah 9. Vers. 1. 71 On Psalm 69. Vers. 15. 73 On Psalm 143. Vers. 2. 74 A Psalm 75 On Psalm 31. Vers. 10. By N. Tate 77 Out of Hermannus Hugo 79 On Easter-day By an unknown Hand 82 A Preparation to Prayer By the same Hand pag. 85 Gold is try'd in the Fire and acceptable Men in time of Adversity By the same Hand 87 On Affliction By the same Hand 89 Psalm the 137 Paraphras'd to Verse 7th By the same Hand 91 The Second Chapter of the Wisdom of Solomon Paraphras'd The first 12 Lines being an Introduction By the same Hand 93 The Chapter begins 94 Solitude 98 The Enquiry By the same Hand 102 Soliloquy By the same Hand 107 The Safety of a low State Translated out of Seneca's Agamemnon Chor. Argiv By the same Hand pag. 112 Right Zeal By the same Hand 116 Temptations By the same Hand 119 Vpon a most Virtuous and Accomplish'd Young Gentleman who Died of the Small-Pox By S. H. Esq 123 To a Lady upon the X. Commendments cut by her on White-paper and Presented to S. John's College in Oxford 126 Hymn Veni Creator Spiritus Englished by Mr. Wright 129 Jeptha's Vow by N. Tate 132 Worldly Greatness by Mr. Ezr. Simson 136 Humility By the same Hand 137 On the Day of Iudgment By the E. of Roscommon 138 TWo Books of Harmonia Sacra in which are several Hymns c. of this Collection Set to Musick by Dr. Blow the late famous Mr. Henry Purcell and other Masters Bound both Parts 15 s. or the 2 d Part 4 s.