he did repent I heard him often yet will not relent Though Peter sinn'd repentance gain'd remission I commit sin yet to repent omission When Peter sinn'd he saw it and did refuse it I see my sin yet still resolve to use it O wretch O wretch O wretch wilt ne'er return Till thou be doom'd in that dark fire to burn Will nothing draw thee say this Satan no As though thou lov'st this fatal word of Go Canst thou expect thy Saviour shall retaine thee When thou dost know that Satans self hath gain'd thee Thou art ready prest hear Satan at first call But thy blest Saviour thou'lt not hear at all Peter heard th' cock made use of his preaching Thou hearest Peter without use of his teaching Each creature taught this Peter for to pray But all created thy sin cannot stay Peter was left to bring unto thee life Yet thou lov'st sin as Satan loveth strife Peter did weep and did his sin forbear But thou sinn'st still yet cannot shed one tear With Peters sin his heart was mollified But mine with sin is rather stupified O wicked heart art not ashamed to see How all thy sins have nothing softned thee Art so resolv'd as nothing shall remove thee To leave this Satan though thou seest he loves thee Consider well the cause of this his love Because thou hast forsworn thy God above O Jesu Jesu have I thee forsworn Who came from heaven and on this earth was born For to redeem me from this bond of sin And horrid life which I have lived in And here endured the paines of death for me In hope I should from this foul Satan flie And notwithstanding shall I follow him still Forsaking good and following what is ill O weep O weep even rivers of salt tears To keep thee free from greatest of all feares Shall Satan say thy Saviour is forsaken Who dyed on earth and then to heaven was taken Desirous thou shouldst do as he had done Live here a while and then unto him come Yet thou a wretch a most ungracious wretch Whose sufferings are not able thee to teach That thy hard heart is harder far then steel Wilt not be drawn thy Saviours sufferings feel O weep O weep let tears fall from thine eye For him who shed both tears and blood for thee O weep O weep now spend thy time in sorrowing For to redeem thy time is spent in sinning O weep O weep let Peter teach thee weep And it will teach thee from thy sin to keep O weep O weep let tears fall from thy eyes That they may prove for sin a sacrifice O weep O weep with tears produce thy grief If thou do hope for sin to have relief O weep O weep let tears make soft thy heart If thou expect in Christ have any part But how can I expect in Christ a part When there 's in me not any good desart For I have spent most of my time in sin And my amendment is yet to begin Can I presume then God will pardon him Who hath liv'd all his life in deadly sin With what face can he now for pardon pray Hath so offended deeply every day O hypocrite thy conscience can thee tell That thou dost think ther 's neither heaven nor hell For if thou didst it surely would appear That thou didst stand of this great God in fear Seeing thou didst see his plagues on Egypt sent When Pharaohs heart would not be drawn repent Untill the Lord had so decreed and doomed That he and his should in the sea be drowned And his elected safely brought to land Through the read sea by great Jehovahs hand For which did Moses sing praise to the Lord Who did preserve them by his onely word And Miriam she did lead the maides a dance Which highly did the praise of God advance Her Timbrel sure did make a joyful noise With which hearts hands feet keep equal poise Good God! what diff'rence now in this new world How it is alter'd from it was of old Though our solemn Revels make a stately show Yet these to them cannot compare I know Their dance set forth their joy was in their hearts But this the practice of the outward parts That shewed their thankes for a great deliverance These only th' state is in a courtly dance Such are the Masques and shows to court are sent Whose cost are cause make many a youth repent What other good in them I do not know Yet this new worlds proud humour it doth show But there leave court let country shew its skill How apt it is to practice what is ill Where Pipes and Shawms and Fiddles fill the street With filthy tunes for chast ears most unmeet And yet to these will men and women dance As though they meant the praise of hell advance Here Miriams timbrel sure hath not been heard Or if it were it was with light regard Her timbrel sounded out a heavenly tone But these do pipe or little good or none Their musick mounted hearts up to the heaven But these keep souls with bodies station even If one should dance as David did 'fore th' arke There 's many Nichals would him readily mark But now his like on earth 's not to be seen Nor many such as he have ever been Or like to Miriam are not many more Though such as Michal now there are great store Not many Miriams on our English ground Though millions like to Michal may be found Whose light behaviour in their dancing's such As doth conduce to sinful lust in much And no great need where all are apt to ill Though this their aptness soul and body kill When Miriam danced 't was with fatal fear Of that Jehovah who had plac'd them there And in their songs his praises they do sing Whose wondrous works o're al the earth do ring But now our Michals songs are nothing so For they are such as bring their souls to wo. Their dancing sent a most sweet smelling savour But ours casts us out of our Makers favour Good God! that this our English fertile land Should harbour such as will not understand How much they 're bound unto this gracious God Though now we are beaten with his heavy rod Because we have neglected him to serve VVho with his blood did us from death preserve VVithin this Isle wherein his Sun did shine Like to that blessed land of Palestine O Wicked world behold how God hath lest thee And Satan he of all good hath bereft thee For Abraham's seed can hardly now be found Except it be in graves are under ground When who 's a Christian hardly can be known If by their works their faith it must be shown Though we profess and say that we have faith Our works deny it so sacred Scripture saith For all the world so madly runs awry As most forget they 're born to live to dye O what a wicked wretched world is now When most of men do unto Baal bow Though they
Saviour But Pilate he b'ing stung continued still To try if he by means might win their will For to accept of that just man Jesus In stead of that most unjust Barabbas But they still cry'd that they might crucifie Him whom they rather ought to Deifie And then did Pilate cause to chasten him And order'd he should be delivered them And o're his head he then did write this thing This is the man who is of Jews the King And it was writ in divers sev'ral Tongues That al who list might read see their wrongs But they requir'd he would be pleas'd to add To this inscription onely so he said But he did answer them What I have writ I am resolv'd I will not alter it Then they with joy began to lead away Towards the place is called Golgotha And forc'd our Saviours tender back to bear His heavy Cross which he could hardly rear And there were multitudes did follow him Some crying and some other pitying And many women were the crowd among Who wept so high for all that mighty throng That Jesus heard and he cry'd unto them Weep for your selves and for your own children And for Jerusalem For th' time shall come and now doth draw fasâ—â— on That there shall not be left one little stone Upon another in that stately Towne Although it be now of such great renown But most of them to him no credit gave But still they do themselves so mis-behave As they had done untill he had got his grave And when they came unto that bloody place Assign'd as they thought for a great disgrace They then began that heavy tree to rear And eke his sweetest tender skin to tear Between two theeves a horrid shameful thing Though good enough to crucifie our King The one of which theeves in most sconrful wise Our Sovereigne thus did jeeringly despise If thou be God or the Son of God Jesus Go down from the tree and save both thee and us But the other he in zeal reproving him Said We are punish't justly for our sin But this man he hath done at all none ill Yet suffers onely cause the Jews so will Against all law and then with heart said he Vouchsafe good Lord be pleas'd remember me When thou do'st come in thy glorious Majestie Who answered him in milde and humble wise This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise O happy theefe that was inspir'd with grace To come to heaven within so short a space When all sorts scoff'd our blessed Saviour Aswell the Priest as did the souldier Who cast their Dice upon his seamless coat And his it was to whom it fell by lot All this that milde man took most patiently To teach us sinners how that we should dy And yielded up his dearest humane breath To free thee sinner from eternal death Now let us all with joy due praises sing To God our Saviour and our heavenly King For th' thorny crown which he good man did bear Was due by right for wretched thee to wear Then do thou suffer freely for his sake And to him thou do thou thy self betake The drops that trickled down his tender cheek Would force the hardest stony heart to weep For without sorrow for thy deadly sin Thou mayst be sure thy heart is hard within His armes he stretched out upon the tree By sweet embracements calling unto thee Then do not flie as father Adam did For Adams sin by flight could not be hid But lovingly do thou his love embrace Who 's all only giver of heavenly grace His hands were rent with cruel iron pins To gaine thee pardon for thy cruel sins O then for pardon do thou humbly pray Or look to have none at another day The watry blood that issued out his side Will wash off sins if it be well apply'd Apply it then if thou hast any grace Or ne'er expect in heaven to have a place The nailes which fastn'd down his tender feet Will work in the hard'st flinty heart regreet Then beat thy heart and strive to break it oft If thou intend by grace to make it soft For broken hearts are they will onely win And gaine us pardon for out grievous sin His cruel paines endur'd in every part Will mollifie the hardest flinty heart Then search thine own and soundly do thou try it If these his pains with grief do mollifie it Examine strictly even every each hollow part For many such be sure is in thy heart And thus must thou and thou thy self alone Or else thou know'st within it can come none Then do it daily if so thou do mean These hollow places in it to keep clean For there the tempter loves to lurke and lye If he can compass any harborie Who 'll promise faire if thou wilt in him trust But fairest words are often found unjust Then do thou fear and from the tempter fly For few that strive do obtaine victory But to thy Saviour do thou boldly go For he doth use put no man off with no He neither sin'd in thought nor word nor deed And yet for thee his heavy heard did bleed And yielded up his blessed heavenly Ghost Which was conveyed by glorious Angels host Up to the heavens from whence at first it came And where it shall for evermore remaine And then the earth did quake for very fear And stony Rocks themselves in sunder tear The famous Temple rent it self in twaine And so ere since it doth and shall remaine The heavens forsook their spangled wonted light And eke the Sun which then did shine so bright For grief and sorrow did it self close hide And underneath a thick cloud did abide Whereat the watchmen were so sore aston'd And struck with fear as they fell all to ground And when they wak't then each of them did swear 'T was th' Son of God whom they had hanged there O praise sing praise to him that sits on high Who thought no scorn for wretched thee to dye O that he should be cruelly crucified Who did deserve be mightily magnified Him serve him fear him let us still obey On whom depends our onely hope and stay O praise sing praise to his most holy name Who was is now and ever shall be the same Sing praise to him who lovingly dy'd for thee Yet still doth live and shall eternallie Let all the earth conjoyn with one accord To sing the praises of that heavenly Lord Who made the heavens the earth the sea and all That in them is come at his only call He spake the word and they were all made then The word was this Let it so be amen These creatures all of him do stand in awe To them his word is for a binding law They never do use oppose his sacred will But all obey their heavenly maker still Save onely man this sinful wretched man For whose sole use all these good creatures came Who was at first created good and free From thought of sin or any malady
must we for him provide Hath been your servant and so good a guide And then the son unto the father said We by his means so happy a journey made As I think half of what we have in store Is little enough if it were so much more With all my heart the old man then repli'd For he hath prov'd to us a blessed guide I am content he shall have half we have And more then half if he do more but crave Then call him in and know what is his mind Since he hath prov'd to us so firm a friend Then Tobie call'd and Raphael he obey'd And then unto him thus the old man said We know not how we shall your pains repay But half we have do take with you away It is your own for we do freely give it And more then half if you but please to have it Then he repli'd give unto God the praise For he alone it was that did you raise And he alone it was did this great thing Then be you thankfull and his praises sing For I am but that Raphael one of th' sâ—ven His holy Angels wait on him in heaven And did present to him your liberall alms And praises which you sung to him in Psalms So I am onely but the instrument 'T is he alone who hath me to you sent That I might shew to you his wonders great For I as yet did ne'r take any meat Although I seem'd indeed to you to eat And therefore now give unto God the praise And do you laud his holy name alwayes And fast and pray from praying do not lin That he may keep you from all grievous sin And let your alms be suiting to your store Of lesse give lesse and then of more give more And have a care you to him thankfull be For these great blessings he bestow'd on ye And praise sing praise to him for evermore Who is sole giver of your plenteous store Him serve him praise him do you ever fear And then will he unto your pray'rs give ear And nothing will this good God now deny Then praise sing praise to him that fits on high And look that you do all these wonders write And so did he depart out of their sight Then they down on their bended knees did fall And on the name of th' only God did call That he would please continue's blessing still If so it might stand with his blessed will And al their lives his praises they do sing Whose wondrous works o'r all the earth do ring And thankfull are for blessings he doth send And so continue unto their lives end Observe my soul what was old Tobies care To teach his son the way how to prepare Unto the place which he in heart desired The place was heav'n heav'n alone required And for direction left his son his Will To guide him th' way unto Mount Sions hill For it appears by that his will it self He car'd not much for any worldly pelf So he got heaven he sought not any more For he held that ev'n alsufficient store But few such now when most of men seek wealth And more respect it then they do their health Since want doth make most poore men be dejected And worldly wealth most rich to be respected But thou my soul tho God have made thee pore Fear not to want seeing Christ is at thy dore And will come in if thou wilt but provide An upright heart that he that may there abide For he nor likes nor loves for to be there Where th' heart lives not within its Saviour's fear But if he find a heart which proveth such Then that heart he respecteth very much And loves it dearly and will 't surely keep As one of those his well beloved sheep Here stay my soul for here is perfect love Which cometh solely from Jehova 'bove Then gain this love whats'ere it may thee cost For this love doth of all concern thee most Make use of this and here my soul observe What love it is which doth a man preserve Not love of wealth as some men use to say Nor yet of health as most do use to pray No nor of peace which all the earth desire When war hath set this wicked world on fire But peace of conscience that is aye the best And that my soul hold thou worth all the rest And doubtlesse that shalt thou thy self obtain And in that peace shalt all thy life remain Untill thou change this life on earth and then No doubt but this thy soul shal obtain heav'n There stay my soul and there set up thy rest For heaven of all homes is th' onely best And if thou canst though dearly purchase that No King on earth is seis'd of such a state Then lay out all thou hast for that rich field Where hidden treasure lieth unreveal'd It matters nothing though thou hast no more Thou shalt be rich altho thou beest made poore Stay there my soul do not here hence range But think of heav'n and of this earthly change VVhose soul though bounder'd here on earth with clay Know then no bounders that this soul can stay O what a weaknesse doth abide in me Cannot conceive what this thing soul should be Which ought all other parts in me controul Yet cannot my wit circumscribe this soul Which I well know I have in the somewhere Within my corps yet do not I know where Though each sence have its sev'rall seat beget Yet do not I know which is my souls seat Whereby I see that I my self am such And weaker far then most of men by much Since I with all that little wit I have Where my soul is I can it not conceive For I can neither see nor yet it feel Nor taste nor hear nor yet it seent or smell Still am assur'd and do right well it see That I have now a living soul in me And I do further perfectly it feel And chiefest care is for its onely weal I do it likewise in me also taste And loth I am it should within me waste I well observe my living soul I hear Pray unto God that it may live in 's fear And many a time in soul I use to smell A seent of sin when as it is not well O what a strange and hard Enigma's this Which none doth know but only th' God of blisse For he alone did it unto me give And by him onely it in me doth live For he had power to have made me a stone And then a soul had I had in me none Or if he 'd pleas'd he might made me a tree Nor then had been a living soul in me But he infus'd into this clayie slime A living Soul within his pleasing time I hope with joy shall to him go again And with him ever shall in joy remain And then I hope my weary soul shall rest In him alone by whom 't is onely blest O blessâ—d Lord which diâ— to me it give Grant it may
ever in thy service live One of that glorious heav'nly Angels quire And then shall I have what I do desire For there my soul in soul desires to be Where it shall live in joy eternallie Within the presence of that heav'nly King And to him alwayes alleluja sing Then sing my soul and give to God the praise Who hath defended thee and thine alwayes And if thouâ—'lt but apply thy senses there Unto them then thy Saviour will appear And shew to thee his bitter wounds and blood VVhich he endur'd for thine eternall good VVhereof he left to thee a monument Thou may'st behold that blessed Sacrament For fear that thou thy Saviour shouldst forget He in thy fight before thy face hath set A perfect signe to th' eyes is visible Of inward grace which is invisible VVhere sences all are fully satisfi'd If that his passion he by faith appli'd O blessed feast where all are call'd to eat That heav'nly sacred and that spirituall meat VVhich only's good but yet to them alone VVho come prepar'd w th wedding garment on Then grant good God that I may ever have This glorious garment when I do receive This food of life which thou art pleas'd to give To all of them that in the Lord do live VVhich in them breeds a fervent spiritual love To thee their Saviour and their God above Sweet Jesus please to feed me with that food That I done'r forget thee nor thy blood Nor those the bloudy wounds thou didst endure My silly soul death-sick of sin to cure Grant gracious God that I do n're forget Thy bitter passion but before me set The cruell torment thou endur'dst for me Of all mankind a wretch most unworthy Sweet Jesus please to send I humbly pray Thy holy spirit may guide me on my way Which narrow is and few there be it finde For all men are by nature born be blind And follow th' broad that plain street wherein All such do tread as traffick in their sin Dear God lead me out of that pleasing way Let me good Lord no longer in it stay And then shall I with good King David sing The praises due to th' glorious heav'nly King Who hath so blessed me and them are mine As I wel hope good God we are al thine Grant gracious God that wee may thankfull prove For these thy blessings that bounteous love And e're acknowledge them to come from thee Who hath so freely given them unto me Grant me that grace good God I humbly pray That I do never from thee go astray But alwayes love and honour thee aright Being not unmindfull I am in thy sight That of thy creatures I may make good use And their right end I no way do abuse As some men do who put their whole delight In heaping up of gold which is not right And some there be delight so much in wealth The care of it doth take away their health And some again do love their wealth to spend Far faster then God pleaseth it to send And some are such so carefull are to keep That fear of losing often breaks their sleep And some delight in living miserly To be esteemed rich when they do die And some there are do to their children give The state whereon themselves have need to live And there be some have wealth proudly live Yet will their hearts nought to their children give Some spend their time and all their means at drink And best bestow'd as they themselves doe think Some love their horses as they do their lives And some their friends before their loial wives Ther 's some do love their hawks beyond their bounds And som again that do delite in hounds Good God that man these creatures should abuse Which thou created onely for mans use The several sorts of which do well declare What severall uses of each of them are The Messet dandled in he ladies lap Which she doth use with silken mantle hap The shepheards Cur which he is carefull keep To hound together his stragling fearful sheep The Irish Shock is tons'd and taught to wait At 's Masters elbow looking for a bâ—it Tlil country Cur doth let his Master know If thieves in night about his house do go The Mungrel he doth take the harmfull swine And lull him soundly so he be not mine The nimble Tumbler with his sudden turn Will take the Rabber sitting at her urne The prety Snack with speed wil quickly teach The harmlesse Haire to keep out of her reach The stately Greyhound that doth seem to scorn To run at ought which doth not carry horn The Mastie he will take the ugly Bear On the fierce Bull if he be hounded there The pretty Spaniel that doth questretreat Doth serve the Hawk with help to fill her feet The Water Spaniel that doth fine sport make In pond if there be either Duck or Drake The little Tarrier that doth love to lie As neere the Fox as he dare well come by The pretty Beagle that doth chanting run The wiely Wat until her death she come The fleet-hound he doth follow th' game so fast The chase some time doth but a little last The well-mouth'd hound doth use his master tell Where th' game doth go by sound of his deep bell O blessed God that thou shouldst make all these Mans several fancies with delight to please And satisfie his wearied senses so As yields him joy sometimes in stead of wo And his dull spirits so to recreate With gladness such as might well animate A thankless creature thankfull for to prove Vnto this God this God of peace and love Who greatly doth desire most lovingly This creature man should serve him chearfully For God doth like and love a chearful heart And plenteously he doth perform his part To draw this man this most ungrateful man Who of himself no good at all he can To serve his God with so much more delight If these his blessings he doe use aright And in his pleasures alwayes meditate And with himself thus with himself debate How are my labours with my pleasure eased How have my senses all of them been pleased How sensless I of my laborious pain Endur'd with ease my pleasures to obtain Although my wearied limbs right well do know My pains were more then I of them make show And if my pleasure had not so well proved I think my pains should not so well been loved For I doe find my pleasure to be such As feeling it I feel my sorrows much And though my pleasure doth in height abound What profit to me doth thereby redound For now my pleasure it is past and gone And sense of it there now remaineth none To what end then have I took all this pain For some end sure though it be not for gain If God saw all things he had made were good Then th' use thereof it seems by likelihood Is that which bringeth either joy or woe For th' end is it which alwayes
next their care is little or none Whereby appears to heaven there goes but few And so indeed our Saviours words made true For that gate 's narrow but the other broad And most men love the way that most is troad But thou my soul avoyd this beaten path If thou intend t' avoyd the way to wrath For be assur'd there are no more but two Or that to Heaven or that t'eternal wo. Let all thy care then be to avoyd this And eschew all may hinder th' way to bliss So by observance thou mayst easily know Which of these two thou dost intend to go Then let thy care be always God to serve And by that means thou mayst thy life preserve Let conscience say what thy chief care hath bin To serve thy Saviour or to commit sin Let no occasion pass thee without trial And this in time wil free thee from denial At that strait gate wherein so few must enter So make that sure without all peradventure Let this be th'chiefest of thy daâ—ly cares And it prefer before all worldly affairs For worldly actions aim at worldly ends But thou my soul at that which heaven intends For though thy flesh do follow earthly things Let inward mind be set on King of Kings Let him be always in thy outward mind And then shalt thou in all thy actions find A means to bring thee on that narrow way Where they must go mean not to go astray And then thou 'lt see thy mind is ever set To serve thy God and him thou'lt nere forget For if thou dost but wash thy filthy hands Thou 'lt see thy Saviour then before thee stands To try if thou wilt wash thy heart from sin And horrid life which thou hast lived in And when thou puts in mouth a piece of bread Think how thy Saviour then for thee was dead And rose again and lives in heaven above And doth desire thou come to him in love Then set thy self to serve this loving God And hee 'l preserve thee in that narrow road Which leads to heaven then keep that narrow way And in it serve thy Saviour night and day Let all thy thoughts on him alone attend So be thou sure thy life in him shall end But then must thou have care to serve this God Or else expect to feel his heavy rod. For though he gaeatly doth desire thy life Yet thou dost know he punisht good Lots wife Presume not then that he will alwayes be As he hath hereto been to wretched thee By his long-suffering thee go on in sin As though his wrath had nere yet kindled b n. But thou hast seen his plagues on Egypt shown And then on them he chose to be his own Presume not then that he will pardon thee Superfluous branch of that wild Olive tree But fall with fear and teach thy heart to tremble Whose nature is with God himself dissemble Because thou knowst his mercy doth abound Ye thou hast seen some sawallowd by the ground For lesse offence then many of thine have bin Then strive to free thee from this horrid sin The onely cause of Sodoms sinking there Where nought doth live but onely horrid fear Then fear this God though he be slow to anger He 'l smite thee down when thou thinkst least of danger Forget not this but think on 't seriously Lest thou repent it even immediatly Canst thou for pleasure in thy garden walk Then not take pleasure with thy Saviour talk Canst thou observe each herb in its own kind And have not then thy Maker in thy mind Canst thou see Lilies in thy garden grow And not think Solomon ne're was cloath'd so When th'least of them to th' world a wonder is Then let that wonder bring thy soul to bliss When all on earth can not make th'meanâ—st there Whereby the makers Godhead doth appeare Who with his word did make them for thy use Then do not these good creatures thou abuse But thankfull be for these great blessings given To thee unworthy lift thine eye to heaven For if such glory doth on earth appeare Canst thou conceive what wonders may be there When great Jehovah by his word doth make Such herbs on earth that man may pleasure take In serving him this gracious God above Who 's God alone the God of peace and love Observe each herb in it a severall smell But how infus'd no tongue on earth can tell Their several shapes by th' King of heaven ordaind And each of others by him are restraind Their vertues great to th' world a wonderment Infus'd by th'maker to give man content Unthankfull creatures here do meditate And of these wonders deeply contemplate And then thouâ—'t see the goodness of this God To thee poor man who dost deserve his rod But that his goodness doth to thee abound Who well deserves be swallowed of the ground If so his mercy were not even much more And all his other attributes before Then serve him serve him with a filiall fear Who of his bounty hath so plac'd thee heâ—e As thou mayst see thy God on every side Above below throghout the world so wide Where God himself saw all was good therein Then do not thou pervert it with thy sin For wicked man makes wicked use of all Make no such use or else be sure to fall But thou my soule use all things to that end For which thy God did these great blessings send And then fear not buâ— he will bless thee so As from thy Saviour thou shalt never go But in his service take thy whole delight And therein spend thy time both day and night So every object will be then a mean To make thee think of that good God of heaven And then thy mind will set it self to serve Thy Saviour Christ who doth thee thus preserve From wicked Satan and his hellish power Though he be still attending at thy dore To put ill thoughts into thy fickle mind When thou forgets to serve thy Saviour kind Forget not then to let each object move Thy mind to set it self on God above For all the creatures which Jehovah made Do shew to man that he should be obey'd For they were works of Gods own onely hand And freely all submit to his command Save onely man the noblest of the resâ— Whom he doth love and wills he may be blest And for that purpose he doth daily send Continual means to bring him to that end For which he first created him on earth Where he infus'd with th'â—oul a living breath And left him free from any thought of sin Till th'wily Serpent Adam en red in And did with pleasure this weak man perswade To disrespect his God who had him made By tasting that but one forbidden tree The onely cause of all mans misery Canst then fâ—rget when dost an apple see For Adams sin how God doth punish thee And if for such a seeming small offence He punish all without a difference From high to low to
am still as I have ever been O'ercome with mine own best beloved sin And have no strength for to withstand his power Doth thus torment me every day and hour O woe 's my heart that erst it should be born To live so long and now to dye forlorne O wo's my heart that Christ should weep for me And it not draw one tear from out mine eye O wo's my heart that Christ should dye for me Yet wretched I by 's death no better be O wo's my heart he calls me to embrace Yet I decline him by my want of grace O wo's my heart that erst it should be born To make my Saviour wear a crown of thorn O wo's my heart his tender hands should feel These rents for me and onely for my wee l O wo's my heart his side was pierc'd for me And yet my heart from feeling thereof free O wo's my heart his feet were nail'd to th' tree And yet that nailing nothing trouble me O wo's my heart that cannot feel his stripes Were able fill a stony heart with gripes O wo's my heart 't is not in sunder torn To see my Saviour bide for me such scorne O wo's my heart he endur'd this for my wee l And I want grace his grievous torments feel O wo's my heart he gave his life for me Yet wretched I in him nor live nor dye O wo's my heart he should for me be sent Yet want of grace will not let me repent O wo's my heart it should so hardned be As that his sufferings have not softned me O wo's my heart it is on sin so set As all his torments it doth quite forget O wo's my heart it will not bleed for wo To think that Satan hath now made it so O wo's my heart that nothing can it bring To serve my Saviour and my heavenly King O wo's my heart he should me thus respect Yet want of grace to make me him neglect O wo's my heart that he should shed his blood For me and yet it work in me no good O wo's my heart can nothing thee remove From love of hell to look at heaven above O wo's my heart so taken with thy sin And horrid life which thou hast lived in O wo's my heart thou wilt not sin forsake And to thy Saviours service thee betake O wo's my heart neglects Gods service so As breach of Sabbath breeds in me no wo. O wo's my heart will not spend Sabbath day In serving God and in his service stay O wo's my heart not one day in a week Shall I serve God and his true honour seek O wo's my heart I have delighted more In serving Satan then my Saviour O wo's my heart that 's drawn with such delight To follow th' wrong and forsake that is right O wo's my heart that 's from thy Saviour straying Whenas thy tongue is for thy pardon praying O wo's my heart I have less lov'd and us'd The Church then th'Alehouse where God is abus'd O wo's my heart that dost haunt Taverns more Then dost the Church to serve thy Saviour O wo's my heart thou shouldst so graceless be To neglect him who thus respecteth thee O wo's my heart it should so love its will As what is good it calls by name of ill O wo's my heart as fill'd with such ill blood As what is ill it gives it name of good O wo's my heart it should so stupid be As follow Mammon though thou dost him see O wo's my heart that seest thy way is broad And yet wilt not forsake that common road O wo's my heart that sees hell 'fore thy face And yet goes on for want of better grace O wo's my heart will not be drawn return Although thou seest black hell before thee burn O wo's my heart shall neither hell nor heaven Remove away from thee this wicked leaven O wo's my heart that thou shouldst be resolv'd Forsake thy Saviour till thou be dissolv'd O wo's my heart shall nothing thee remove To leave this hell and aime at heaven above O wo's my heart it is not fill'd with woes To leave heavens path and take that to hell goes O wo's my heart it will not burst to think What I am writing with this pen of ink O wo's my heart that it should guide my hand And yet it self the way of God withstand O wo's my heart my hand should point the path And yet my heart should follow th' way to wrath O wo's my heart it should this hell-hound love And so forsake this gracious God above O wo's my heart it should so stupid be As 't will go on although it Satan see O wo's my heart that Christ came me to call And yet towards him I will not go at all O wo's my heart it is so idly given As that ' gainst idleness I have never striven O wo's my heart so taken with delight Of what is wrong but seldome what is right O wo's my heart with more delight wilt look On news though toyes then on a pious book O wo's my heart spends time in earthly toyes Neglecting that which tends to heavenly joyes O wo's my heart that nothing will delight thee But things indeed which rather ought to fright thee O wo's my heart will break thy sleep for sin Yet wilt not wake to let thy Saviour in O wo's my my heart that will to Satan yield When they must fight intend to win the field O wo's my heart that 's hollowed so within As t will retaine nought but beloved sin O wo's my heart how great hath been thy care From time to time thy rent for to prepare Lest that thy Landlord might for it distraine Or turn thee out though Tearm by Lease remain O wo's my heart how little thy regard To serve thy Christ who with his blood prepar'd A farme for thee in heaven whose worth is such As there 's no brest that can conceive how much O wo's my heart what difference there hath been Twixt this on earth and that thy Farme in heaven How great thy care to pay thy Landlords rent How light regard for th' Saviours discontent O wo's my heart that strives to pass away What without pastime will not with thee stay O wo's my heart that thy care should be more To serve this Satan then they Saviour O wo's my heart lov'st better Satan serve Then him who doth indeed thy life preserve O wo's my heart that hastens time to run But when th' end comes I fear thou wilt it shun O wo's my heart still striv'st set that away Which tends to nothing but to thy decay O wo's my heart that 's careful for thy sleep Yet careless how thy self from sin to keep O wo's my heart more curious of thy taste Then of thy time which hourly thou dost waste O wo's my heart so carefull keep a watch How worldly toyes thou mayst in time dispatch Yet careless how thou triflest time away Which tends to nothing but to
know that when thy soul is gone Thy body then hath feeling in it none Examine conscience whether's greatest care For this thy body or thy soul is there I fear thou feel'st this of thy body more Then dost thy soul though smitten nere so sore O sensless man have feeling of thy sin Or else thou'lt feel that God is not within Another member hath Jehovah given Using all helps to bring this man to heaven On either side of th' head hath set an Ear That either side the Spirit of God may hear Then hear this Spirit which loudly crieth on thee Lest thou too late mayst cry Good Lord help me Thou knowst that God hath promised all to hear That call on him then do not thou forbear But call in time lest it may prove too late When death hath deem'd deep hell to be thy fate Doth not God send a tinkling in thy ears To make thee think 't is th'passing bell thou hears O do not stop thy ears from this sweet bell For it may help to stop thy way to hell Say hast not heard thy sins oft-times reproved And notwithstanding thou thy sins hast loved Remember Adam he heard Evahs voyce And left his seed by it no cause rejoyce Then stop thy ears against the Syrens song For sweetest singers often lead to wrong But ope them wide unto thy Saviours cry And then fear not he 'll not thy suit deny But then must thou leave off thy pleasing sin Or else be sure thy sâ—ul is lost within But there is nothing that is in mans power Without the help of his good Saviour Then to him to him to him freely go And be not thou put off from him with no But fall down flat upon thy bended knees And nere rise up till such time he shall please To call thee thence and shew to thee the way Wherein with safety thou mayst walk and stay But 'fore thou art able to accomplish this Which is no doubt a perfect heavenly bliss Thou must repent thee of thy former sin And horrid life which thou hast lived in And that being done from th' bottom of thy heart With resolution nere from him depart Nor be orecome as hereto thou hast bin With willing mind to commit any sin Assure thy self he will thy prayers hear And to thy soul he will himself appear And yield thee comfort from the heavens above Even from thy Saviour who is God of love Then mayst thou think that there is hope of rest In him by whom thou shalt be ever blest For only by him and by him alone Thou must have rest or rest there will be none Then since thou knowst where rest is to be had Be not dismayd in any sort with dread But let him always be to thee a guide And stand resolv'd thou never from him slide But have a care to keep him in thy mind And then be sure that thou shalt ever find That saving health thou didst in heart desire If thou doe it with heart and soul require Without all fear of any opposition Of that most hellish and most wicked Legion For if thy blessed Saviour be but there Assure thy self be will not come thee neare But if that Christ shall once but turn his back Then look about thee have care be not slack For if thou be then thou shalt surely find That he will quickly enter on thy mind And if by cunning he get in a foot Thou art not able get his body out But he 'll have all and then he there will dwell Untill he draw thee down with him to hell Then he thou carefull of thy inward mind To fixe it always on thy Saviour kind And then fear not but well assured be He 'll keep it during all eternity For now I find what I have so long sought That th' only cause of my unruly thought Is want of constant setling them on thee On whom they alwayes solely ought to be Since I now know that never sin was seen Which to this wicked thought did not prevene For first 't is hatched in my barren brain Before in heart it can come to remain And thence it spreads it self to every part Because that all the whole man should feel smart For doubtless know that every several sence Shall suffer deeply without penitence For every part of pain participate Of weal or woe of love or else of hate Then keep a good guard of thy outward thought Lest ought may enter in it whâ—ch is nought For there will Satans battry first begin To bring thy body into deadly sin Then look thy guard be watchful good strong That it may always walk with thee along To give thee warning of thy enemy That thou mayst ay be ready from him sly For few that strive do obtain victory And to some strong force do thou thee betake Ev'n him alone who dy'd for thy sins sake And will safe keep thee unto thy lives end But then must thou thy life on earth amend Else little hope that he will keep thee free From this deceitfull watchfull enemy Then give thy heart unto thy God alone For he 'l have that or else he will have none Nay give him all ev'n all whats'ere thou hast For what he wants be sure thou dost but wast And more then so for that which he hath not Shall surely fall to Satans only lot Seeing he is watchfull ever ready prest To thrust himself into thy bony breast If that thy Saviour be not biding there And therefore see that thou my soul do nere Depart from out Christs blessed company For if thou dost assure thy self to dy Since Satan he is always at the dore To enter there if that thy Saviour Be out of th' way and therefore have a care That Satan nere have power to enter there For if he do then sure thou art but gone Seeing Christ will all or else he will have none Then giv 't him giv 't him give thy Saviour all And never lin but to him heart'ly call That he will please this all of thine accept Which he alone with his right hand hath kept Out Satans power who hath so long led thee Untill this time from thy very infancy So now full time from this foul Fiend to flie Or else nere look to live but look to die For death 's the best that he is able give To any of them who in their sins do live So if thou purpose now to prevent death It must be done whilst thou on earth hast breath For when thy life upon this earth is done Then doth that dreadfull day of judgment come And 't is decreed that all must undergo Their latest doom which is or Come or Go And that pronounc'd thou mayst of this be sure Or weal or wo shall then for ay endure And after that decree is done and past There is no hope it can be ere reverst Then pray that this may be thy finall doom Bless'd of the Lord do thou unto
A Ship of Arms Vseful for all sorts of people in this woful time of War Fashion'd by a plain Country-Farmer SAMUEL BRASSE Nigh the River of Tease Com. Ebor Printed at London in the Year 1653. To the rightly Noble and worthily honoured Lady The Lady ELWES Wife to the Right Worshipfull Sir JERVACE ELWES Knight MAdam well may you wonder at the audacious impudence of a stranger shall fix your Name in the frontispiece of his simplicity But though I never saw your face I have often heard the fame of your pious zeal to Godward confirmed by those set hours daily put apart in your privat Closet no doubt for his service the onely reall ground of all your shining vertues which out the boldness upon me to present you this plain piece of rustick Northern work savouring its Clymate containing a few wandring thoughts of a decrepit miserable wretched Old man humbly intreating you will vouchsafe him the favour at some spare hours of your life if any such can be found to open and read and what you find unworthy your judicious eye to raze out and the poor remainder if any such can be found to place at the threshold of your Library where the hem of your vesture may preserve it from the viperous tongue of the venemous Spider And as you now live eminent amongst the best of Ladies in that famous yet terrestriall Citie of London So that you may hereafter live glorious among the best of Saints in that heavenly Citie new Jerusalem shal be the prayer of Your Servant deeply devoted SAM BRASSE To my loving Country-men the Commons of ENGLAND Dear Brethren and loving Countrymen I Have lavisht out 80 years in jollity pleasure loosing the reins of liberty to all libidinous desires glutting my self with the vain delights of this wretched world mispending that precious time my gracious God of his abundant goodness bestowed upon me for his own service solely So as I am now become that Dives our Saviour spake of daily tormented with the pain of fore-passed pleasure And lest you my Countrymen should not heare Moses or the Prophets I have sent you this message from a dying man To amend your Lives lest you fall into the Lake where you may cry for a cup of cold water to cool your tongues and be denied it Happy is he whom other mens harms doe make to beware For your souls sake and for Jesus Christs sake lay to heart what is here in charity presented by a plain Country-man your friend and well-wisher Samuel Brasse To the READER READER I Wrote this little Book chiefly for my self and familiar friends yet if any other can get good by it I shall be glad 'T is a Collection of a few wandring Thoughts of an Old man lame both in body and minde Written in his bed the other Winter occasioned with want of rest by reason of pain His intention is good if expressed by finer fingers But bear with infirmities and make that use he desireth who is your friend and wel-wisher Sam. Brasse Flie foolish Fashion ' cause a novel friend You 'll read perchance untill you see its end Then lay 't aside but good friend do not so Keep 't neer your heart and it will cure all wo. Read it re-read it read it o're again The matter 's good though th' method poor plain S. B. Of the Author and his Book An Anagrammatical Motto of Samuel Brass Brass se Emanuel is his exhortation Emanuel se Brass is his approbation Both these united in him do appear Love of Christs members of his precepts fear Of the Book His book his honour for it s revealed light A lanthorn is to walk in Christ his sight Here 's no new light nor any old tradition Nor Heresie nor Romish superstition But he that reads it may in 't truly find Full great contentment for a Christian mind William Kay Minister at Stokesley VPon perusal of this book I find it plenteously to perform what it promiseth to be a ship full fraught with Arms and represents Davids Tower wherein are a thousand bucklers all shields of mighty men Can. 4.4 'T is indeed full of divine Meditations sweet Allusions concinâ— Comparisons daâ—ting Penetrations and concludes the Authors conversation to be in Heaven It is Heaven upon Earth And I may truly say of this as Nazianzen of Basils It is Devotionis maribus occusta Navis A Shipfull fraught with the rich merchandise of Devotion This is the opinion of Tho. Oddir Minister at Kirby To the Author GOe vend these Arms throughout the Christian world Now all in war more precious they then gold Being parcel gilt all of them Cannon-proof Where they 're in use the Enemy stands aloof And though his power be limited to offend thee Fear not but Christ thy Saviour shall defend thee So thou make use of what is here set down Thou mayst be sure in heaven to wear a crown By a Friend E. A. A Ship of Armes O Sinful soul O sinful soul Shall Christ be born for thee And thou not live and in his service die O cruel Caitiff cruel Caitiff Was 't born tormentor be Of him Laid down his dear heart blood for thee O wretch O wretch O wretch O wretch That erst thou should be be bore Love Satan serve and leave thy Saviour Who in that night the Jews did him betray Went forth to th' fields as he was wont to pray Unto the Garden called Gethsemane Where he and his did sometimes use remain Attended that night onely with his own For his going thither was no further known To any of them that were his followers more Or else no doubt of followers had been store And being there he went himself apart That he to heaven might raise and lift his heart And wil'd th' Apostles they should watch pray Lest that the Tempter might take them away But he being gone his follow'rs fell asleep Whom he reprov'd because they could not keep Themselves awaking for so short a space And then did he return to 's former place And they like men unto their sleepy vain Which he well knowing turned back again And wil'd them sleep and fear not he would be Their keeper during all eternitie And then fell he upon his bended knees And pray'd for those that were his enemies That done he call'd and will'd them to awake For they were nigh intended him to take Who suddenly were then hard by at hand Attended strongly with a Soldiers Band All who were furnish'd each one Soldier-like With burnisht sword with staff or else with pike And when they came to our sweet Saviour nie He did demand whom 't was they came to spie They said For Jesus he of Nazareth That 's I said he and pray now what pleaseth You do with him whereat all being aston'd They started back and fell upon the ground And when they did from that amazement wake He said 'T is I whom ye are come to take Now Traitor Judas did
to keep my soul with thee Or else dear God I am sure it cannot be Kept safe on earth where that fierce dragon flies And doth so dazle most of all mens eyes As few are able to behold the sun Except it please the blessed Lord to come And clear their sight that they with joy may see There is no safety but O Lord in thee Then come Lord Jesus I thee humbly pray And make my soul with thee to live and stay Or else good God I can it no where hide Nor here on earth it cannot long abide Within this fleshly mansion of mine Whereon the sun hath never power to shine But by thy leave then let it Lord so be That this thy sun may please to shine on me And shield me safe from that common enemie Who doth envy both thee and them are thine From whom good God be pleas'd keep me and mine We do not prove like to the Gadarens Forsake our Saviour for to save our means But teach us Lord that we may call to minde How 'fore all worlds thou said and so assign'd That man should spend his life-time on this earth Where he at first receiv'd his vital breath And there should serve his maker God Lord As is appointed in his holy Word That when this glasse on earth shall be out-run Then doth an end of all created come And one land then against another rise And all men also arms shall exercise And yet as then shall sorrows but begin To them are clogged with their deadly sin For on this earth must be great tribulation Before that dreadfull day of desolation When shall the glorious sun all darkned be And eke the moon at that day none may see And thâ—â—e bright stars down from the sky shall fal And powrs of heaven shal then be shaken al Whereof our cannons thundring in the aire With fiery flashes flaming out their fire Which sends its smoak up to the starry skies And not unlike to mighty clouds there flies And trumpets eccho sounding every where So as no place with us is thereof clear Are perfect types of that most dismal day When th' trump shal sound loudly cal away All souls on earth their bodies for to take And 'fore the Lamb a perfect reckoning make Of each mans talent which the Lord them lent And for which cause they all were hither sent And then there shall be loud and hideous cries For hils to fall and cover them from th' eyes Of him that doth both see and knoweth all That on this earth was done or did befall Since Adams time for there is nothing can Be hid from him that first did make this man No not the secrets of the best mans heart Tho he the same did ne'r as yet impart To any creature for Jehovah he Doth all things know eke doth all things see This son of man whose glory shall appear Above the clouds of heaven up in the aire Whose glorious greatnesse then shal all men see With thousand millions in his companie Who shal collect from all these the four winds Whom s're have bin even so as he them finds And then laid ope shall be a perfect Book Wherein all flesh shall freely thereon look And each one see as it were in a glasse His guilty conscience telling what he was And then shall he set th'sheep on his right hand And keep his left side for the goatish band And then the King shall say unto the sheep Come now and take the kingdom I do keep For you that are the blessed of the Lord Who willingly obey'd and heard his word And to the wicked then the King shall say Go ye accursed and be you a pray Unto the fire which is in hell prepar'd For cursed Satan and his hellish guard O horrid fear beyond all other fears Whose force even plainly in the face appears VVhich sends its blood unto the secret heart VVho cals for help from every other part And leave the loins supporting so appal'd Like as if death on suddain had them cal'd And thereby they are all so sore aston'd As that they fall down flat upon the ground Where they do differ nought from fearful death But that as yet appears a parcell breath Which for a while a little life retains And in that passion death-like it remains Untill it please the King our blessed Lord To say to me that comfortable word Come now thou blessed hear O do thou hear What difference great between this joy fear To the righthand men come o come you blesd And to the left hand go o go you curs'd O joy beyond all other heavenly joyes Which freeth the heart from all kind of anoys And is thereby so fully fild with gladnesse That it expels from every part all sadnesse And forceth them which even now fell aston'd To leap for joy and skip above the ground And tho w th fear of late they look'd like death Yet now with joy the 're fild with store of breath And those parts which with sorrow then were dumb Do now aloud with joy cry come Lord come O come sweet Jesus I thee humbly pray Vouchsafe be pleased in my weak heart stay And strengthen't so as it may ever stand One of the blessed which are at thy right hand That I may there thy praises ever sing Which o're the earth all the heav'ns do ring O sing my soul and be thou never weary But in thy Saviour be thou alwayes merry And have a care no earthly joy remove Thy fleshly heart from th' heav'nly joy above But therein alwaies do thou take delight And in it spend thy time both day and night O let thy solace ever be therein And it will keep thee from all deadly sin And teach thee loath all earthly things to love And take delight in serving God above O love him love him that thou dead maist live And to thy Saviour be thou sure to give All that which he hath freely given to thee And then shalt thou no doubt his servant bee O blessed Lord where have I this while been Hath not my soul my sweet'st Saviour seen Or 't is some vision did to me appear Whereby it hath discovered plainly where My Saviour sitteth in his glorious throne And judgeth all on earth himself alone And there pronounceth sentence come or go The only words of greatest joy or wo That ever came to any creatures ear To make a difference betwixt joy and fear And then shall sheep and goats both of them see What they have been and what they now shall be And This sort shall of future hope dispaire Any that other not so much as have a care For their downfall but aye shall sit and sing Even allelua to our heavenly king Whose final sentence and pronounc'd decree Shall firmly stand for all eternitie From which herehence there can be no appeal But all must then have either wo or weal. O stay my soul a while and contemplate
dost him see By so much more familiar you will be And do esteem him always as a friend Seeing he may greatly stead thee at thy end Assure thy self he 's stout and will not flie But he is always waiting on thee nie For he is one of whom thou shalt be found Tho thou wert hidden underneath the ground And if thou think from him to run away Then he 's so swift that he will make thee stay O view him love him and him look upon His countnance's comely so 's his complexion Though it be pale yet sweet 't will be to thee But th'hinder parts shalt nere be able see For he doth always forwards towards thee come And never backwards he is seen return He feareth no mans face nor yet his strength But overcometh all whatsoere at length There 's neither King nor Keisar he will spare But all in th' end do fall unto his share Though there be millions of arm'd men in field If he but throw his dart at them they yield There are no guns so great can make him flee For none on earth but only he 's shot-free His dart is always very sharp and keen And flies so fast it cannot well be seen Do but observe the nature of his dart It always aimeth at the very heart The strongest wals that ere with hands were made When he doth come by them he 'll not be staid He hits his mark as well in darkest night As when the sun doth shine tho nere so bright Then do not thou this deaths acquaintance shun From whom the swiftest of all cannoâ— run And who will cause the stoutest stand in fear If of his coming they by chance do hear Make much my soul of his acquaintance then If thou dost love him he will tell thee when He means to come if thou do often use Of him and his condition for to muse O then love thou this death his company well There 's in it more then I am able tell Yet this my soul I do in him observe That his acquaintance may in time preserve From second death which is a kindness such More worth by far then all the earth by much Thâ— make accompt of such a special friend Who is so powerful with thee at thy end As by his means there 's hope thou maist procure A happy life which shall for aye endure Amongst that blessed glorious company Who live and shall for all eternity And evermore the worthy praises sing Of Christ our Saviour and our heavenly King Then thou my soul make now a standing there And yet some more do thou of death enquire Since he is such and of so sweet a nature Whom some esteem to be of horrid feature But by observance I do in him find To thoâ—e that love him he is very kind And th'more I look upon his comely face The better still I like his comely grace As though he scorn'd the greatest earthly Kings Esteeming them to be but even base things And more then so I in him this observe If I have grace my self in time preserve From sin that then he can do me no harm If I do so I do him quite disarm For he no weapons with him bears about But with my own sins he doth beat me out From off this earth where wretched I do live But mine own sins mine own death-stroke do give So as I find if I from sin were free That then were death not able conquer me For now I see 't is only my own sin The wicked harbinger to bring death in Then do thou beat this harbinger but out And then fear not thou shalt put death to rout For if there were no sin within thy heart Then thou wert able take away deaths dart O then my soul hear this O doe thou hear Thy sin 's the cause of all thy greatest fear Then fear to sin and thou art able fray This thing calâ—'d death and force him flie away And if thou leave thy sin thou may be sure Th' art able then the sting of death to cure Then use all helps to leave thy loved sin And let slip none may bring thy Saviour in But set a watch and guard thy heart about To keep thy Saviour and shut Satan out For if thy mind be set on God above And thou resolv'd to follow him in love Then all thy actions which thou dost intend Are helps to bring thee to a happy end And no occasion can come then amiss May help to bring thy soul to th' King of Blisse Nor none let pass without some godly use Which some are wont with wickedness abuse But godly minds are ever apt to good And more for th'souls then for the bodies food Think with thy self how dost thou thee behave Canst go to bed and then not think on grave Since it 's more sure then is thy laid-down bed Shall not that surety enter then thy head Canst thou prepare to go to take thy rest And nought prepare for him hath so thee blest Thou knowst thy sleep may wel be said like death Save only that affoords a little breath Which this doth take and all what else is thine Then think of death and think on 't now in time In sleep no sense no not of greatest pain And so in death if heaven by it thou gain Then aim at heaven let it be all thy care Or else be sure have hell fall to thy share Canst thou uncloath thee to thy naked skin And then forget to cleanse thee of thy sin Hast thou the care thy bed may be made warm And then no care to keep thy soul from harm Canst thou be careful see thy linnen sweet And not remember that thy winding shee Hast thou the sense to feel thy bed is cold And yet no feeling that thou art grown old Canst thou have care thy bed should be made soft And then no care to lift thy soul aloft Canst thou be carefull for thy bodies rest Yet careless how the soul may come be blest Is flesh and blood of more esteem with then Then th' soul for which thy Saviour so did dâ—e Dost thou not know when body goes to grave The soul expects a place in heaven to have Dost pamper flesh for filthy worms to eat And starve thy soul for want of spiritual meat Thou sayst th' art sure of a living soul in thee And yet thy life doth shew it cannot be Shal no occasion slip for th'bodies good And none be found to furnish â—h'soul with food Can any think that man hath any sense Cares all for th'corps and nought for th'souls offence Is flesh and blood with thee of more esteem Then that thy soul whose care is only heaven Those go to ground from whence at first they came But this to God in whom is onely its aim Let conscience say for soul and bodies care How little 's that how great this others share So as it seems thou more esteems of monle Then dost of that thy
th' end of generation No place exempt but even in every nation Doth Adams seed partake of th'punishment For Adams sin without distinguishment Then fear to sin seeing God is so severe As for one sin to punish every where From time to time till th' end of time be come Sweet Jesus grant that word may be my doom But how can I expect this doom to me Of many millions one most unworthy Or what 's my hope who thousand sins committed That th'least of them to me may be remitted When many millions for one sin condemned And without Christ no hope to be redeemed O fearful fearfull What more fearfull is Then for one sin mankind depriv'd of bliss Consider wretch what thy whole life hath bin And then thou 'lt see no houre without some sin If th'dost but mark what thou thy self hast done Thou hast forsworn both Father and tho Son For knowingly thou hast him disobeyed Let conscience say if this can be denyed See it be judge of all thou go'â—t about T wil say tha 'st sin'd even all thy life throughout And so thâ— sins to millions will amount If thou wert able of them keep account But though thou fail in numbring of them all Thy Saviour can and will t' account thee call And then thou lt wish that thou hadst nere bin born In sin to live in sin to dye forlorn Then well consider what was Adams sin Once disobeying Gods command therein What for that sin was Gods just punishment And it will strike thee with astonishment Then think how many sins thou hast committed And what 's thy hope that they may be remitted When for one sin mankind was all condemned If that by Christ they shall not be redeemed And then thou l't think what may be due for thine Think of this deeply and think on 't in time Keep 't in thy mind thou cannot keep 't too much A goodly theam do thou conceit it such And leave not thinking of it all thy life Lest justly thou be punisht like Lots wife For God is ready of an instant smite thee And so is Satan ever to endite thee And for that purpose he 's on thee attending And so will be untill thy life be ending In thought of this be sure to have a care That Satan do not smite thee with despaire But still be mindfull Christ did die for thee And will defend thee for eternity But then must thou obey him in thy heart And look each sin do breed in thee a smart When dost remember Adams only sin For all of thine what danger thou art in But that thy God doth suffer thee to live And for thy sins such blessings doth thee give As thou maist justly say his mercy 's great When by his bounty he doth thee intreat To come to him and faithfully him serve As conscience knows his goodness doth deserve Then for his goodness fear him to offend Retain such fear until thy life shall end And it may help for to amend thy cours Which conscience knows is each day wors wors Because thou minds not that thy God is just And on a sudden may smite thee to dust Remember these and none of them forget They 'll be a means that Christ may come to set Thee with himself where thou shalt live for aye And sing his praises in a joyful raye So sing my soul the praises of this God Who gives thee blessings in lieu of 's heavy rod Be yielding thanks to his most holy name VVho was is now and aye shall be the same Let all thy life shew thou dost thankful prove To this good God the God of peace and love VVho doth desire that thou maist leave thy sin And lieu of Satan let thy Saviour in Look he be always in thy inward thought And he will let no ill to thee be brought And aim at nought but what gives him content Or if rhou dost be sure of it repent Canst thou observe the rising of the Sun And then not think the Son of mans to come Thou seest the glory of it doth appear Throughout the world to all both far and near Thou dost discern the greatness of that light Doth make a difference between day and night Thou hast the sense to see it comfort brings To every kind whatsoere created thingâ— Th' effects of both to all on earth are shown As well to strangers as to those his own All creatures are of its great good partaker And in their kind for it they praise their Maker Observe the greatness of its glorious shine Whereto none's like it saving that Divine Then if in th'creature there such glory be What is in him that made both it and thee Th' Arabians they do find its extream hot But th' English feel its goodness tho remote The Indians they some black some tawny turn'd But th' English we with scorching are not burn'd With us it makes the earth it self rejoyce And all therein with joy lift up their voyce When Birds and Bees and every creeping thing Sing forth the praises of their heavenly King And every beast and creature of the field To this their Maker all due thanks do yield Save thankless man who hath received more Then all the rest of Gods abundant store Because forgetfull of this gracious God And for our good beat with his heavy rod. Thou shameless man let these poor creatures move thee Like them with joy to praise this God above thee And yield him thanks for all his goodness given To thee unworthy lift thy eye to heaven Where great Jehovah knoweth by his power The lighting down of th' sparrow at they dore And every secret that thy heart can think Whereof take notice lest thou come to sink Into that Tophet which God hath prepar'd For such as do not yield him due regard Thou thankles man think how this God hath blest thee Before he send his servant Death t' arrest thee Observe with care of what good thou partaker When some do worship this the Sun for th'maker What difference great between the day and night They live in darkness though we live in light Then since thy God hath shew'd himself to thee Unworthy wretch towards him to lift thine eye Prove not forgetfull of this good the greatest To thee poor man of millions one the meanest When thou perceives the Sun reflects on thee Forget not then for sinners Christ did dye And when he yielded up his glorious Ghost The Sun did then forgo his brightness most As though it sorrowed for to see him die Who yet doth live and shall eternally Canst thou but mark the setting of the Sun And then forget the Son of man did come Down from the heavens where glory doth abound Unto this earth where nothing can be found But earthly things ' mongst whom he lived here And took on him the shape which thou dost beat Both flesh and bone and every several lim Yet always free from the least thought of sin Whereby he
my God beholdeth me Shall I fear more that brings a mortal shame Then that which doth bring me eternal blame Doth th' eye of man deter me from my sin And th' eye of God have no power me within Have I discern'd this weakness in my mind And cannot see 't is Sathan makes me blind Examine conscience see what it now saith For it well knows thou hast not any faith Not yet dost think that there is any good Although he beat thee with his heavy rod Yet thou perchance wilt say thou dost believe But that even then the serpent did bereave The thought of heaven out of thy faint weak heart And would not suffer conscience play his part Who knoweth well that though thy tongue say so Thy stony heart within thee will say no For it doth use and love with God dissemble Or els no doubt w th fear 't would shake tremble Seeing neither hope of heaven nor fear of hell Can win this heart as conscience can thee tell O hypocrite leave off with God dissembling And pray him please to smite this heart with trembling This stony heart who thinks God doth not see Because even then he 's not in heart with thee But when thou comes unto thy God again And he so please with thee a while remain Thy tongue will then confess thou hast offended And for thy sin most justly reprehended But conscience knows thy heart is broken nought But still the same and aye doth yield to ought The Serpent offers to the fickle mind Rejecting Christ thy God and Saviour kind So as thy tongue may seem to praise his name Yet is thy heart even still the very same Involv'd in sin and therein takes delight Although thy conscience tell thee 't is not right And then perchance thou wilt presume that he Although thou sin yet still will pardon thee And so thou spends this time of grace in sin As if for sinning death had never been But think not so but think thy Saviour stands Before thy face two tables in his hands Wherein are writ our duty there commanded And its observance now by him demanded Canst thou reply thou sin'd in hope of grace Fie sin not so let such hope have no place Within thy heart but then think death is come With thy desert O fearful fatal doom Consider wretch and think what this may be Thou 'lt find it prove a fatal doom to thee When neither hils nor mountains can thee hide But still before that just Judge thou must bide Till thou do hear this sentence there pronounced That for thy sin thou art of God renounced Canst thou now sin and then not think of this Thou must be cast from out eternal bliss Where 's then that hope wherein thou hast presumed When death is come and all thy dayes consumed And then no hope of any longer stay But doom'd by death to Satan for a pray Canst thou now sin and not lay this to heart O lay 't betime lest soul and body part O sinful soul take notice of thy sin Lest death do come before thou dost begin O now begin and that without delay Lest death arrest thee'fore to morrow day When soul must suffer for the bodies sin And careless life which it hath lived in Without so much as any one dayes accompt To what a height thy sins that day will mount Begin this day and so go on to th' end And by that course thou 'lt see how life doth mend Neglect not this but use it constantly Lest thou be taken unprovided dy Be watchful then and alwayes be provided ' Gainst soul and body come to be divided Provide for this can no way be eschewed And let this course by all meanes be ensewed And so in time there may be hope of gaine Or else expect in heaven to have no place Strive for that place and strive and strive again For without Christ thy labour 's all in vaine And fast and pray upon thy bended knees To him who thee and all thy actions sees And ne'r forget thou canst not void his sight Who doth discerne thy heart in darkest night And now my soul do thou observe with care What over-weenings in thy judgement are If thou didst know it be an others fact Couldst thou approve on 't for a lawful act Wouldst thou allow that in thy onely son Which thou thy self hast now but newly done Art not ashamed that thou shouldst do a thing Which were not lawful though done by a King Can'st thou espie thy brothers mote unknown Yet canst not see the beam is in thy own VVilt thou be mindful of anothers ill Yet careless how thou bringst thy self to hell VVere eyes given thee to look into another And thy own sins in thy own brest to smother Can'st thou have feeling of thy friends offence And canst not see thy self is void of sense Can'st thou see faults within thy brother shine Yet canst not think that he againe seeth thine VVilt thou allow thy senses alwayes rome And ne'er attend to ought that 's done at home VVere senses sent to shew thy brothers faile VVithout respect what tends to thine availe A wise man may make use of others ill And by their faults observe his own to kill VVilt thou it be foul if 't be anothers fact And yet be faire if it be but thy own act Is there such difference in a brothers blood VVhat 's ill in th' one is in the other good If any such it is of their own making And not of judgement but of meer mistaking Art thou resolved to dye as thou dost live And canst expect that God will thee forgive But though thy sins be to this world unknown Assure thy self that hell will have its own And though thy Saviour still do suffer thee In thy own sins which he makes known to thee By his holy Spirit who daily doth attend Upon thy heart to see if thou wilt mend Yet do not think he 'll do as he hath done In often calling that thou'lt to him come But rather think that he hath given thee over Unto thy self without hope to recover So as thou'lt see that thy sad and weak estate As Judas-like become be reprobate O woe 's my heart neer ' yet could harbour wo Though often threatned with this word of Go Thou cursed cursed into th' hell of fire Where thou must burn without hope to retire O cry O cry cry to thy Saviour sweet And never cease till he shall please to meet Thy humble heart and grant it some remorse Which daily's grown each day be worse worse Sweet Jesus come good Lord I humbly pray And drive that Satan far from me away For he hath drawn me from my God and King Who 's worthy praise I am ever bound to sing Sweet Jesus hear me hear me Lord I pray And hear me so as I may ever stay And never more so fall as I have done But aye expect this blessed word of Come But I
thy decay O wo's my heart will not observe that end For which thy God did time unto thee lend Thou art careful know by th' clock what 's time of day Yet careless how thou setst this time away O wo's my heart thinks time well spent in toyes And cannot relish ought tends heavenly joyes O wo's my heart will spend thy time in play Which conscience knows thou'lt rue another day O wo's my heart is ever apt to ill Though soul and body both of them it kill O wo's my heart that conscience can me tell How I ' gainst conscience often did rebel O wo's my heart shall conscience me accuse My conscience knoweth my Saviour I refuse Must my own conscience make my sins accompt It knoweth that they do many millions mount O wretched heart thy conscience can now say That thou thy conscience never wouldst obey O wretched heart conscience blames thee for all Thou wouldst not hear though God himself did cal O wretched heart thy conscience doth now show How all thy life thou didst to Baal bow O wretched heart that is bewitched so With that which brings both soul and body wo. O wretched heart so taken with that 's ill As to that 's good thou 'lt not restraine thy will O wretched heart thus to be drawn away With that which onely tends to thy decay O wretched heart that hast been hardned so As 't never stood in fear of this word Go. O wretched heart 't is thee and thee alone Who beareth blame for senses every each one For they say plainly they were bound to obey To what the heart said they did ne'er say nay Thy ey seeth nothing but what th' heart approves Yet oftner ill then any good it loves The hands feel nothing but what th' heart commands And sometimes that which th' law of God withstands The ears are deaf unless the heart give way But to that 's ill they seldome do say nay The palat's pleased with nought if th' heart say no Yet oftentimes with that brings th' body wo. The nose is stopt except the heart comply But what doth please it seldome doth deny The will mongst these doth seem to carry a stroke Yet heart at pleasure can the will revoke All other members of the corps give way Unto the heart and it they all obey So as the heart guides all by its own will And is the root of all the bodies ill O wretched wretched wretched heart to see That all what 's ill proceeds alone from thee Which conscience knows and will at large relate What thy sins are and what shall be thy fate And then thou 'lt see that Apple Adam eat Did prove to him and his a poisoned meat For thy desires are for the most part such As do partake of Adams sin in much And are indeed even so insatiate As reason is not able moderate Say 't were in thee for to obtaine thy will 'T is to be thought 't would have less good then ill If thou mightst do whatsoere thou dost desire Canst think 't would free thee from th' infernal fire Hast thou not been even often overtaken Desiring things though Christ thereby forsaken Have thy desires at best been ever such As they were free from wicked sinful touch Let conscience say what thy desires have been 'T is but too true they 'll be condemn'd for sin Thou cursed heart wilt ne're be able see how subtle Satan hath deluded thee Shall th' Serpent dwell within thy hollow heart And wilt thou ne're admit him to depart Thou canst not chuse but know that he is there And yet thou wilt not will him to forbear It seemes thou dost approve on 's company well Although thou know'st it doth conduce to hell Or else would'st thou refuse to harbour him Who doth indeavour invite all to sin O wicked heart wilt ne're amend thy course But still continue each day worse and worse Lay but thy hand upon thy hollow heart And feel if heaven or hell have better part But it doth use and love for to dissemble And hazard all before 't will turn or tremble And yet confess it follows needful things But hear thy Saviour who is king of Kings And he will tell thy double fleshly heart That Mary she hath chose the better part Then take this better and forsake that worse Lest thou incur that fearful doleful curse Of Go thou cursed Go receive thy hire A just reward even hell eternal fire O turn O turn O turn thou wicked heart Or ne're expect in Christ have any part Now hear thy Saviour hear him he doth call Thou 'lt be but so as Agrippa said to Paul Thou hast almost turn'd me O do thou turn Except thou mean in hell for ever burn Though 't be but little yet it may in time By helpe of Christ wash off thy sinful crime Pray for his help laid down his life for thee For he desires that thou maist live not dye Sweet Jesus further my desire of turning That it may free me from this fearful burning Examine th' conscience it will not dissemble But tell the truth if thy hard heart do tremble Be often rubbing it to keep 't from sleep At death be sure it will thee waking keep Guide all thy actions by thy conscience square And it will help thy way to heaven prepare O sweep thy house and let thy Saviour come 'T is he alone must free thee from that doome Of Go thou cursed into fiery hell And there do thou with Satan ever dwell In that dark fire which Dives knoweth is hot Although nor soul nor body there do rot But still continue fuel without wasting And so shall be without end everlasting O horrid horrid wilt thou not return But still resolve in that black fire to burn Will nothing fear thee from this future wo As if thy heart did love this word of Go Art yet the same which thou hast ever been Will nothing fright thee from beloved sin Canst thou conceive 't will equalize thy paine From whence be sure shalt n'ere return againe Bewaile thy case and now observe cock-crow And call to minde how Peter he did so When he heard cock he went out streight to weep I hear him crow yet keep my bed and sleep When he heard cock he went out at first crow I hear him often yet will not do so Peters denials they were onely three But mine if counted more then millions be He saw his sin and then he did refraine it I see my sin but yet I still retain it He lov'd his Master and did follow him nigh But I lov'd sin and from my Saviour flie He heard the cock and then he saw his sin But though I see it I still retain 't within Peter was sent that he to me might preach Yet have his words no power my heart to reach His words and life are both I see even such I know they are but not respect them much He heard the cock and then
with madness may be overtaken For want of reason makes man be mistaken But thy case differs from this mad mans much For thy mad senses they cannot be such Seeing they their reason with them do retaine And commit sin in hope to get some gaine As pleasure profit or some private end Or somewhat else may unto pleasure tend Which to the senses plainly do appear Although in that they surely sensless are And thereby they of selves and souls make sale To gaine a thing being got's of no availe And yet by it they lose eternal bliss The onely end of perfect happiness O fondling fondling do not fool away Thy soul as thou hast done this present day For want of good and due consideration Which is a maine step to confusion Do but consider what is th' end of all And then there 's hope that thou shalt never fall Except thou be as hereto thou hast been Most wilfully bent to be loved sin And then there is not any hope of thee But for thy sin thou shalt be sure to dye And thou shalt reap the wages therefore due For pleasing sins ill pleasing death accrue Are there no threats can mollifie this heart Is' t hardned so in every several part As threats nor treats have power to enter there Till death do come and with his dart appear And then wilt thou begin with sorrow finde How Satan he hath made all of thee blinde And gull'd the so as thou shalt then well see Thy very soul within hell gates to be And then O then with sorrow thou 'lt begin To weep and grieve for this thy deadly sin When time is past and dayes one earth are done Then 't is too late for thee thy sins to shun And then thou 'lt see that thou thy self wast mad To sin so long and that without all dread And never look nor aime at that thy end For which thy God did to this earth thee send Or if sometimes thou didst yet presently Thou felst to sin and from thy Maker fly And though thy Saviour called on thee againe Yet still didst thou in that thy sin remaine And turn thy back when God himself did call And wouldst not turn thy self to God at all So as thou canst not now of right repine If he should smite this wicked heart of thine And in his anger from heaven throw it down From out his presence with an angry frown And further say unto thee Cursed go To hell which is prepared for thy wo. O wo beyond all other kinde of woes To him that runs from heaven to hell that goes O wretched wretched wretched miscreant thou To leave thy God and to his enemy bow For both of these do admit of no mean Since God and Mammon they do differ clean Then leave thy madness and do now become A new man 'fore that dreadful day of doome There 's yet some hope if thou hast any grace By help of Christ for thee to gaine a place Within that City new Jerusalem Which is prepar'd for every each one of them That to him come with humble heart and voice And in his service do live and rejoyce And do repent them of their former sin And wicked life which they have lived in Then do repent if thou hast any grace Although for it there 's but a little space The lesser time the sorrow 's so much more Then fill this short time now with sorrow store And weep and grieve for all thy sins and groan And to thy Saviour make thy sorrowful moan It may be he will please to lend his ear If that thy sorrow from heart roots appear But if thy sorrows should not come from thence Ne'er think that he will pardon thine offence Then search each hollow in thy sinful heart And look that Satan have not any part For if that feind shall have but the least share Be sure thy Saviour he will not come there For he will have thy heart himself alone And partners in it he 'll admit of none Then bend thy knees and lift to heaven thy heart That God on high may hear by whom thou art In some hope yet of gaining heavenly bliss If he 'l but say that thou art onely his VVhich he hath promised faithfully perform To all of them that to him heartily turn Then turn my soul with heart and minde and all To this good God who thee doth often call And is desirous for to receive thee If heart and minde do thereto but agree To leave thy sin and of it to repent And really with good and true intent Resolve for ever to continue free From Satan's subtil slightful gullerie And further make good restitution Of all the wrongs to any thou hast done Then willingly be sure he will thee hear And to thy suite he will apply his ear And yield thee comfort from the heavens above Thy Saviour sweet who 's God of peace and love And is desirous to have sinners all To come to him and doth them often call Then to him to him do thou freely run For he doth no man's prayers use to shun Are made in zeal but willingly will them hear And to them then most lovingly will appear And grant them all their hearts petition And of their sins a full remission But this remission thou thy self must gain VVith grief and sorrow and some bod'ly pain For all thy members must of pain partake As well thy aged limes as that thy heart Then teach thy knees that they may bow bend To God on high who did them to thee lend Not for to serve his cruel enemy But rather 't was to eschew his company Then flie him flie him and do him forsake That he be never able thee o'retake For he is alwayes waiting oportunity To wind himself into thy company And there he seemes a faithful friend to be When he 's profest thy deadliest enemy And fawnes and flatters and doth love to lye For fear that falshood thou in him might spy For he is cunning in each one of these And doth desire thy senses for to please That he with slight might so to them winde in As he may keep them still in their own sin By offering some faire goodly guilded pills Who 's golden outside 's stuft with inward ills Beware of such for such he often useth And with such shifts fond man he thee abuseth O trust him not for he 's at best a thief And seeks his own ends but in fine thy grief For he delights himself in nothing more Then to see a man who is to sin given o're And such a one he likes and loveth well And to him will he pleasing stories tell Of great contentment he shall surely have But ne'er a word as yet he 'l speak of grave Or if he do there 's time enough he 'l say Thou maist do that upon some other day But take time now whenas the time doth serve If thou intend thy soul for to preserve For time will
this thy nature 's such And that thou art not able alter't much Art now become a very naturalist Even such is every sensless natural beast As are the untamed Lion Bear or Bull Or like to that the beastly horse or mule Yet all of these their nature so do heed As bounds of nature they do ne'er exceed For canst thou make a horse by force to eat When stomack doth not serve him to his meat Or canst thou make him 's belly for to fill Or yet to drink if 't be against his will Examine conscience it may chance to say There is some man offended hath this way So as these creatures may right well arise To teach fond man how to become be wise But thou I hope hast more in thee then so Or else hadst thou ne'er been made man I know Thou hast I am sure a living soul in thee But thou being blind this soul thou wilt not see Yet when thy eyes are ope thou plainly dost And careful art that it should not be lost O then have care keep ope these eyes of thine That they may make thy soul within thee shine In sight of him who did it in the make And gave his life even for thy own souls sake Then to him to him do thou freely go And pray that he will please thy eyes keep so Thou maist be bold to look up unto him Without all dread or any deadly sin For he alone it is must thee defend Or else there 's danger great of thee at th' end Then fall before him on thy bended knees Who heart and thought and all thy actions sees And pray and pray and pray to him againe That he will please within thee to remaine And ope thy eyes so as thou maist well see The cruel torments he endur'd for thee And ever have them constantly in minde And then thou shalt not fear to become blind But such thou art and such wilt ever be If that thy Saviour shall a while leave thee Then pray to him and pray continually That he will keep thee for eternity Pray without ceasing do thou never lin Lest that thou enter into horrid sin For if thou shouldst neglect to God to pray Be well assur'd he will no longer stay O stay with me sweet Jesu in my heart That I from thee herehence do ne'er depart But ever praying to thee night and day That in thy service I may alwayes stay With heart and soul and all is in my minde But all of these are apt to become blinde For now my conscience doth me plainly tell That all even all of me is nothing well For that I see my thoughts do love to range And think of things are uncouth and most strange Against my setled resolution quite From what is good to that which is not right And yet O Lord it is not in my power To make them stay no not for one half hour But they are gone I do not well know where Sometimes far off and sometimes also neer And never rest upon one stable theam But often flying out beyond the Realm So as from gadding they 'l not stay for me I know not well what th' cause thereof should be But by experience I do too well finde They 'l not be guided by that is my minde Which solely's set to serve my God and King And evermore to him due praises sing And strive to keep them in that blessed way Nor never wander out nor go astray But then even then my wandring thoughts are gone And that perchance to some strange region And never use ask of me any leave But of my good thoughts they do me bereave Whereby apparently I understand That my own thoughts are not in my own hand Nor is' t in me with force them to restraine Where I desire that they should aye remaine But suddainly they roam and run about To finde that rest which cannot be found out So as I am not able make them stay But they are gadding still some other way For though I strive with heart to make them think What I am writing with this pen of ink Yet 'fore I get but half of one line done They are to seek and from me quite out gone Though I desire with all my very heart That they should stay and not from me depart Till I have done what I in heart desire And what my soul doth in it soul require Which is to cause them rest alone in thee Who hath me made and likewise them in me But sure if God did them unto me send He sent them doubtless for some other end And not to reel and ramble up and down From this to that and then to th' t'other town And never stay where I wish they should be But alwayes running out abroad from me Whereby doth rise a case full of some doubt VVhat this may be which runneth thus about From heaven to hell and then to heaven againe But yet being there will not in heaven remaine Where I desire that they should ever rest Because I know that place is ever blest VVith the glorious presence of my Saviour sweet With whom my heart desires my soul may meet And there to stay and ever with him live Whose goodness did it freely to me give And then I doubt not but my soul shall rest VVhere I desire and do in heart request Thou wilt vouchsafe within me bless them so As they shall never from thy service go In the mean time till thou vouchsafe to say Come thou the blessed come and with me stay Here bide my soul and now set up thy rest For by him solely thou art onely blest And have a care thou from him ne're depart Nor in thy thought nor in thy very heart For this I fear will prove too much in blame Because I am not able th' other tame For if my heart were of it self upright It would not wander nor be out on 's sight VVho freely gave it for no other end But him to serve even world without all end O wretched wretched beast that thou shouldst be Hast lived so long and yet live wretchedly Not minding th' end for which was 't hither sent Forgetful also of thy sins repent VVhat shall I think of this vile ill condition That after so much godly admotion Of weakness great if so I rightly call it But I think rather strength I may so term it For sure I am that it doth o'recome me And by my minde it will not ruled be For I desire with all my very heart My secrets solely to my God impart And in him wholly by true faith confide And in him solely in my soul reside Yet I am drawn I cannot well say how To think of things which I do not know now For such are often got into my thought Which are not worthy of remembring ought If I should have desire them to recall Which is a thing not possible at all And if they could by me be spoke againe As
more Me overcome as he hath done before This my weak heart who 's faint hath no power Within it self no not for one half hour It self to keep except it so shall please My Saviour sweet this great tentation cease For thou O Lord and only thou alone Must either help or other I have none And therefore now I humbly to thee pray Thou wilt vouchsafe with me good Lord to stay And safe me keep from all tentation Of that most subtle wicked Legion Who winds himself into my very heart And will not thence by me be drawn depart Except thou please good Lord to cast him out And let him range this terrene world about And nere attempt to set on me again But cause me still good God in thee remain That I O Lord may ever in thee live And heart and mind unto thee freely give That with good conscience I may safely say Thou'â—t in my heart and there dost live and stay ' Cause in my thoughts I doe it surely find That thou art firmly seated in my mind And will not suffer idle worldly toyes For to deprive me of those heavenly joyes But that in them I may put my delight And banish all whatsoere that are not right So as no pleasure shall be able move My heart from thee my Saviour God above But that in thee I may repose my rest In whom alone I shall be only blest So I from thee do not again now fall But on the name of my sweet Saviour call When Satan doth my weak faint heart delude And on my weakness doth himself intrude Whereby he seeks to draw me still away From thee my Saviour and my only stay By some deceitful bait which he hath set To overtake me in that woful net Wherein are taken every one of those Who in that Fiend do any trust repose For who him trust them surely he deceives And of all goodness he them quite bereaves Then trust him not for if that so thou dost Assure thy self thy soul is utterly lost For there was never any gain'd by him Who doth endeavour invite all to sin Whatsoere he seems in show for to pretend Be sure to find a horrid death in th' end For all his projects are but crafty wiles Whereby poor sinners he of good beguiles And doth not suffer them to see their sin Till they be taken in his hellish gin And if by chance poor man it hap to spy Then he will have some other readily Whereby he may entrap this silly man Who of himself no good at all he can So as he is not able senses use But their right end he utterly doth abuse And here my soul do thou observe with care How by good use all parts assistant are With help to bring thee to that happy place Where all shall live who are endow'd with grace And in their journey care to keep the path Which leads to life or else they gain the wrath Of that great God whose wondrous works are such As in this pilgrimage our journey may help much If we but mark and to the Spirit give ear When God himself doth in each part appear And every minute doth some warning give Which may direct us how on earth to live So as with care we attend unto his call Who takes no pleasure in the sinners fall Although in them he will be glorified Because his name we have not magnified Have I receiv'd my senses all in vain So as their use affords to me no gain But loss of life and my sweet Saviour Who doth not cease to call me every hour O now O now begin to look at home And see thy senses how they all do come Without respect of him who hath them sent Or th' end for which they were unto thee lent And do not quench the Spirit of God in thee Lest thou be blind when dost desire to see O then use eyes and use them to that end For which Jehovah did them to thee send For wheresoere thou turn'st this eye of thine The work of God most plain in it doth shine If to the heavens thou seest his glory there Who for thy sins was pleas'd on earth appear If to the earth each herb a wonder is And by that wonder help thy soul to bliss Look in thy heart and there thou mayst behold How Satan's black although he shine like gold Then see thy soul the chiefest of thy rest How it desires to be whereâ—t may be blest O further that desire with every sense Who shall for it receive good recompence Observe how God bestowed on thee a Taste And in that part of th'body it hath plac'd So as there 's nothing into th'corps can go But it gives warning whether 't be so or no. Then use this taste unto its own right end Thou 'lt see that God did it unto thee send Not for to taste that Evahs bitter apple Lest thou want strength with Satan for to grapple But 't was to taste the things for th'body food Lest ought may enter there which is not good O then do thou of good have only care And all things ill of them be thou aware Lest that thy soul may lose its spiritual health Which is more worth then all thy worldly wealth O be thou curious of thy bodies taste Lest pleasing sins may make thy soul to waste Liâ—e as the body with it's poison'd pils Tho gold without within they 're stuff'd with ils Another Sentinel hath Jehovah sent Lest thou should smel somthing thou might repent Thou 'lt stop thy nose when 't feels a scent is ill Then stay each member and restrain thy will Which are delighted with each pleasing smell But have a care such scent not towards hell All finest flowers have not the sweetest smell Scent thou then such as to thy soul scents well Let that scent only please thy inward mind Although thy corps esteem it most unkind For soul and bodies scent have several sense This loveth sin but that loves penitence O then prefer that which thy soul doth scent Lest that in th' end thy corps have cause repent Use that restriction with this Sentinel That it scent nothing but that doth scent well Unto thy soul let it thy scent approve Who hates all ill and what is good doth love Another sense hath this great God thee sent To feel thy sins and of them to repent Thou well canst feel a small stroke of thy skin Yet wilt not feel the Spirit how quench'd within Canst thou feel hurts if in thy bodies members But thy souls hurt thou l't not be drawn remember Consider well how God hath plac'd this sense In th' outward part of th' inward for defence Thou wilt prevent the falling of a tree But th'greatest sin thou thinkst cannot hurt thee Canst thou be careful of thy bodies food And have no feeling of thy soul its good Canst thou feel prickles in thy tender skin And cannot feel thy soul is prickt within Dost thou not