with as great an ease Send thee more wastfull vermin if he please Perchance 't is grounded kneded and what though Gods Curse is often temper'd with the Dough Beleeve 't the fruits of all thy toyle is mine Vntill they be enjoy'd as much as thine But now t' has fed thee Is thy soule at rest Perchance thy stomack 's dainty to digest No if heav'ns following favour doe not last From the first Furrow to the very Tast Thy labour 's lost The Bread of all thy travill Without that blessing feeds no more then Gravill Now wastfull Man thou mayst repose againe That Modell of Gods Prov'dence and thy paine That bitt of Bread And if thy Dog should fawne Vpon thy lappe let not so deare a Pawne Of greater plenty be contemn'd and lost Remember how it came and what it cost 54. On Faith and Reason TRue Faith and Reason are the Soules two Eyes Faith evermore lookes upward and discryes Objects remote but Reason can discover Things onely neere sees nothing that 's above her They are not Matches Often disagree And sometimes both are clos'd and neither see Faith viewes the Sun and Reason but the shade T'one courts the Mistresse t'other wooes the Maide That fees the Fire This only but the Flint The true-bred Christian alwayes lookes asquint 55. On Carnall Mirth VVHo seeks to quench by help of Carnal frends Those fiery Errants that the consciēce sends Redeemes his Peace but with a further spoyle Drinks in a Fever quenches Fyre with Oyle Lord if thou strike my Conscience and that Me I will expect and trust no Friend but Thee 56. On Prayer PRayre's like a Vapour fum'd from earth that flyes To th' Gates of Heav'n It never rotts i th' Skyes If Faith and it be joyn'd it will obtaine And melt into a first and later Raine If Faith forsake her and they part in sunder It falls in Thunderbolts at least in Thunder 57. On ANNA VVHat faithfull Anna by her Teares had done Deserv'd the double duty of a Son She was a double Parent pleas'd to doe A double Office bore and got him too Thus Samuel was It was lesse strange then rare Borne of her Body gotten by her Prayer 58. On a Gift NO losse to give to thee the gift is more Our owne being giv'n great God then 't was before 59. On my selfe IF Righteous Ely was not vengeance-free How shall I scape He was a Saint to me Nay Lord how would my heart comfort faile If I should weigh thy Mercies in our Scale 60. On Iustification and Sanctification LOrd thou hast promis'd in and for thy Christ To sanctifie where ere thou Iustifi'st Lord all my Evils are Iustifi'd in thee Lord let those Evils be sanctifi'd to me 61. On Mans Love WHen think we Lord on thee when we doe How feeble are our thoughts sinfull too How basely doe our crooked Soules engage Themselves to heav'n We make thy Glory Page To our Salvation Mans more servile heart Loves what he 'd have thee Lord not what thou art This is the very best of Man wherein W' are apt to think we merit more then Sin But there 's a baser Love Our chiefe respects Have meere relation to our owne Defects Like Dogs we fawne upon our Masters Lapps With dirty feet and only love for Scrapps But there 's a baser yet We love for feare Finding like Kain more then we can beare And were it not for shame our hearts would be As warme to Sathan as great God to Thee But there 's a baser yet And baser none We love thee to be lov'd of man alone We force a Zeale usurpe the name of Pure That we may sin more closely more secure We love thee onely to abuse thee just As Whores love Husbands but to cloke their lust How art thou martyr'd in our lustfull Fyres How made a Stale to catch our wilde desires Lord I will love as farre as lyes in me Thee for thy selfe and all things else in Thee 62. On filiall love and servile THey 'r not alike although alike appeare T'one feares for love The other loves for Feare 63. On Grapes IT is receiv'd That seed of Grapes being sowne Brings forth degenerate Clusters or else none But Stocks being grafted prove a fruitfull Vine Whose pleasing Berries yeeld a generous wine We are thy Vineyard Lord These Grapes of our By Nature are degenerous and sower But if thou please to graft us we shall beare Delicious fruit which being prest shall cheare The hearts of Angels and that blessed Trine Of perfect glory with their sprightly Wine 64. On Ioy and Griefe LOrd if my Griefes were not oppos'd with Ioy They would destroy And if my Mirth were not allaid with Sadnesse It would be Madnesse While this with that or that with this contends They 're both my Friends But when these happy Wars doe chance to cease I have no peace The more my earthly Passions doe contest The more my heavenly ' Affections are at rest 65. On Doves and Serpents WE must have Doves and Serpents in our heart But how they must be marshall'd there 's the Art They must agree and not be farre asunder The Dove must hold the wily Serpent under Their natures teach what places they must keepe The Dove can flye the Serpent onely creepe 66. On Christ and our selves I Wish a greater knowledge then t' attaine The knowledge of my selfe A greater Gaine Then to augment my selfe A greater Treasure Then to enjoy my selfe A greater Pleasure Then to content my selfe How slight and vaine Is all selfe-Knowledge Pleasure Treasure Gaine Vnlesse my better knowledge could retrive My Christ unlesse my better Gaine could thrive In Christ unlesse my better Wealth grow rich In Christ unlesse my better Pleasure pitch On Christ Or else my Knowledge will proclaime To my owne heart how ignorant I am Or else my Gaine so ill improv'd will shame My Trade and shew how much declin'd I am Or else my Treasure will but blurre my name With Bankrupt and divulge how poore I am Or else my Pleasures that so much inflame My thoughts will blabb how full of fores I am Lord keepe me from my selfe 'T is best for me Never to owne my selfe if not in Thee 67. On Man AT our Creation but the Word was said And we were made No sooner were but our false hearts did swell With Pride and fell How slight is Man At what an easie cost Hee 's made and lost 68. On Death WE all are going to the selfe same Place We only differ in our Way our Pase One treads the common Roade of Age Another Travels directed by the hand os's Brother Some crosse the Waves perchance the neerer way Some by the winged Shaft that flyes by Day Some ride on Feavers others beat the hoofe With horses in their hands and make a proofe Of their owne strrngth Others more fairely pase On beds of Downe some ride a speedy race On hot-mouthd Surfeits emulous for the Cup
his soule had found the sweet fruition Of his owne choyce desires without Petition But he must Sell and Follow or else not Obtaine his heav'n O now his heav'ns too hot He cannot stay he has no businesse there Hee 'l rather misse then buy his heav'n too deare When Broth 's too hot for hasty hounds how they Will licke their scalded lips and sneake away 44. On Mans goodnesse and Gods love GOd loves not Man because that Man is good For Man is sinfull because Flesh and Blood We argue false It rather may behove us To thinke us good 'cause God thinks good to love us Hee that shall argue up from Man to God Takes but the paines to gather his owne Rod Who from such Premisâ—es shall drawe's Conclusion Makes but a Syllogisme of his owne confusion 45. On Mans Plea MAns Plea to Man is That he never more Will begge and that he never begg'd before Mans Plea to God is That he did obtaine A former Suit and therefore sues againe How good a God we serve that when we sue Makes his old gifts th'examples of his new 46. On Furio. FVrio will not forgiue Furio beware Furio will curse himselfe in the Lords Prayer 47. On Martha and Mary MArtha with joy receiv'd her blessed Lord Her Lord she welcoms feasts and entertains Mary saâ—e silent heares but speakes no word Martha takes all and Mary takes no paines Mary's to heare to feast him Martha's care is Now which is greater Martha's love or Mary's Martha is full of trouble to prepare Martha respects his good beyond her owne Mary sits still at ease and takes no care Mary desires to please her selfe alone The pleasure's Maryes Martha's all the care is Now which is greater Martha's love or Maryes T is true Our blessed Lord was Martha's Guest Mary was his and in his feast delighted Now which hath greater reason to love best The bountifull Invitor or th'invited Sure both lov'd well But Mary was the detter And therefore should in reason love the better Marye's was spirituall Martha's love was carnall T'one kist his hand The other but the Glove As far as mortall is beneath eternall So far is Martha's lesse then Marye's love How blest is he Great God whose heart remembers Marye's to Thee and Martha's to thy Members 48. On our Blessed Saviour WE often read our blessed Saviour wept But never laught and seldome that he slept Ah sure his heavy eyes did wake â—â—d weepe For us that sin so oft in Mirth and Sleepe 49. On Sinnes SIâ—â—es in respect of Man all mortall be All veniall Iesu in respect of Thee 50. On Mans behaviour to God VVE use our God as Vs'rers doe their bands We often beare him in our hearts our hands His Paths are beaten and his Wayes are trod So long as hee 's a profitable God But when the Money 's paid the Profit 's taken Our Bands are cancel'd and our God 's forsaken 51. On Mans Cruelty ANd daâ—'st thou venture still to live in Sin And crucifie thy dying Lord agin Were not his Pangs sufficient must he bleed Yet more O must our sinfull pleasures feed Vpon his Torments and augment the Story Of the sad passion of the Lord of Glory Is there no pitty Is there no remorse In humane brests Is there a firme diâ—orsâ— Betwixt all mercy and the hearts of Men Parted for ever ne'r to meet agen No mercy bides with us ' â—is thou alone Hast it sweet Jesu for us that have none For Thee Thou hast â—ore-stal'd our Markets so That all 's Above and we have none Below Nay blessed Lord we have not wherewithall To serve our shiftlesse selves unlesse we call To thee that art our Saviour and hast power To give and whom we Crucifye each hower W' are cruell Lord to thee and our selves too IESV forgive's we know not what we doe 52. Mans Progresse THe Earth is that forbiden Tree that growes i th' midst of Paradise Her Fruit that showes So sweet so faire so pleasing to the eyes Is worldly pleasure in a faire disguize The Flesh suggests The fruit is â—aire and good Apt to make wise and a delicious Food It hath a secret vertue wherewithall To make you Gods and not to dye at all Man â—asts and â—empts the frailty of his Brother His Brother eats One bits calls on another His guilty Conscience opes his eyes He sees He sees his â—mpty nakednesse and flees He stiâ—ches slender Fig-leaves and does frame Poore Arguments t'â—xcuse his Sin his Shame But in the cooler evening of his Dayes The voyce calls Adam Adam's in a Maze His Consciâ—nce bids him run The voyce pursues Poore Adâ—m trembles ere he knowes the newes Adam must quit the Garden lest he strive To tast the saving Tree of life and live Poore Man must goe But whether is he bound Ev'n to the place from whence he came the â—round 53. On the two great Flouds TWo Flouds I read of Water and of Wine The first was Noahs Lot the last was thine The first was the Effect The last the Cause Of that foule Sin against the sacred Lawes Of God and Nature Incest Noah found An Arke to save him but poore Lot was drownd Good Nâ—ah found an Arke but Lâ—t found none W' are safer in Gods hands then in our owne The former flood of waters did extend But some few dayes this latter ha's no end They both destroy'd I know not which the worst The last is ev'n as Gen'rall as the first The first being ceas'd the world began to fill The last depopulates and wasts it still Both Flouds ore welm'd both Man and beast together The last is worst if there be best of either The first are ceas'd Heav'n vow'd it by a Signe When shall we seâ— a Rainebow after Wine 54. On Fuca. FVca thou quoâ—'â—t the Scriptures on thy side And maksâ— Rebecâ—a patronize â—hy pride Thou say'st that she wore Ear-rings Did she so Know this withall She bore the Pitcher too Thou may'st like hâ—r weâ—re Ear-rings if thy pride Can stoope to what Rebecca did beside 55. On Abrahams servant THis faithfull Servant will not feed uâ—till He doe his trust-reposing Masters will There 's many now that will not eat before They speed their Masters work They 'l drink the more 56. On Alexander NO marvell thou great Monarch did'st complaine And weep there were no other worlds to gaine Thy griefes and thy complaints were not amisse H 'as Griefe enough that findes no world but this 57. On rash Iudgement IVdge not too fast This Tree that does appeare So barren may be fruitfull the next yeare Hast thou not patience to expect the hower I feare thy owne are Crabs they be so â—ower Thy Judgement oft may tread beside the Text A Saul to day may prove a Paul the next 58. On Iacobs purchase HOw poore was Iacobs motion and how strangâ— His offer How unequall was th' exchange A messe of Porrage for Inheritance Why could not hungry Eâ—au strive
thy death thou shalt not fully know Whether thy Purchase be good cheap or no And at that day beleev 't it will appeare If not extreamely cheape extreamely deare 99. On the Buying of the New Testament REader If thou wilt prove no more Then what I terme thee ev'n before Thou aske the price turne backe thine eye If otherwise unclaspe and buy Know then the Price of what thou buy'st Is the deare Blood of Iesus Christ Which Price is over-deare to none That dares protect it with his owne If thou stand guilty of the price Ev'n save thy purs-strings and be wise Thy mony will but in conclusion Make purchase of thy owne Confusion But if that guilt be done away Thou mayst as safely buy as pay 100. To my BOOKE MY Little Pinnace strike thy Sayles Let slippe thy Anchor The VVinâ—e fayles And Sea-men oft in Calmes doe feare That foule and boy â—â—rous â—â—ather's neare If a 〈◊〉 Storme should rise And blâ—â—â—er from Censorious Eyes Although the swelling VVaâ—es be rough And proud thy 〈◊〉 saâ—e enough Rest Rest a while â—ill â—bbing Tides Shall make thee stanch and breme thy sides When VVinds shall serve hoyst up thy Sayle And flye before a prosp'rous Gale That all the Coasters may resort And bid thee welcome to thy PORT The end of the first Booke DIVINE FANCIES The second Booke 1. To Almighty GOD. LORD Thou requir'st the first of all our Time The first of all our Actions and the prime Of all our Thoughts And Lord good reason we When Thou giv'st all should give the First to Thee But O we often rob thee of thy due Like Elies Children whom thy vengeance slue We pinch thy Offring to enlarge our Fee We keepe the Fat and carve the Leane to thee We thrust our three-tooth'd Flesh-hook in thy Pot That only what the Flesh-hook taketh not We share to thee Lord we are still deceiving We take the Prime and feed thee with our leaving Our Sluttish Bowles are cream'd with soile filth Our Wheat is full of Chaffe of Tares our Tilth Lord what in Flesh and Blood can there be had That 's worth the having when the best is bad Here 's nothing good unlesse thou please to make it O then if ought be worth the taking take it 2. On Gods Dyet DEare Lord when wee approch thy sacred Fire To burne our Sacrifice thou do'st require The Heads of ev'ry Beast that dyes the Hearts Th'enclosed Fatâ— and all the Inward parts Our Senses and our Memories must be All set apart and sanctifi'd to Thee The strength of our Desires the best perfections Of our imperfect Wills the choyce Aflections Of our refined hearts must all conjoyne To seeke thy Glory They must all be thine I know thy Dyet Lord Of all the rest Thou do'st affect the Head and Purâ—nance best 3. On Moses Birth and Death VVE read no sooner new-borne Moses crept Into this vale of Teares but th'Infant wept But being warned of his Death his Last We find it storied that he sung as fast These sev'rall Passions found their reason why He dy'd to live but he was borne to dye To whom this Transitory life shall bring Just cause to weepe there death gives cause to sing 4. On Ieptha's Vow VIctorious Ieptha could thy Zeale allow No other way then by a rash-made Vow T' expresse thy Thanks A Vow whose undertaking Was ev'n a Sin more odious then the making 'T was cruell Piety that taught thee how To paddle in thy Daâ—ghters Blood But thou Vnlucky Virgin was there none to â—e Betwixt thy Fathers mortall Brow and Thee Why cam'st thou forth sweet Virgin To what end Mad'st thou such needlesse hast Thou cam'st to lend Thy filiall Triumph to thy Fathers Wreath Thou thought'st to meet a Blessing and not Death Rash Ieptha may not thy repentance quit That Vow when Rashnesse was the Cause of it O canst thou not dispence with that wherein Thy strict Religion 's a presumptuous Sin Is she unhappy or thou cruell rather Vnhappy Child and too too cruell Father 5. On Jesus and Sampson AN Angel did to Mâ—noâ—hs wife appeare And brought the news her barren Womb should beare Did not another Angel if not He Thrice blessed Virgin bring the same to thee The Wife of Mâ—noâ—h nine moneths being run Her Heâ—v'n-saluted womb brought forth a Son To thee sweet Virgin full of Grace and Heaven A Child was borne to us a Son was given The name of hers was Sampson borne to fight For captiv'd Israel and a Nazarite Thine was a Naz'rite too and borâ—e to ease us From Sathans burâ—hens and his name is Iesus Sâ—â—pson espons'd and tooke in Marriage her That was the child of an Idolater Our Iesus tooke a wife that bow'd the knee And â—orshipt unknown◠〈◊〉 as well as she Assaulted Saâ—psoâ— meâ— and had to doe VVith â— fierce Lyon â—oyld and 〈◊〉 him too Our conquering Iesus purchas'd higher fame His arme encountred Death and overcame 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 But what Is Sampson singular in this Did not our Iesus doe the like to his Sampson propounds a Riddle and does hide The folded Myst'ry in his faithles Bride Our blessed Iesus propounds Riddles too Too hard for Man his Bride unsought t' undoe The Bride forsakes her Sampson do's betroth her To a new Love and falsly weds another And did not the adult'rous Iewes forgoe Their first Love Iesus and forsake him too Displeased Sampson had the choyce to wed The younger Sister in the Elders stead Displeased Jesus had espous'd the Younger God send her fairer and affections stronger Sampson sent Foxes on his fiery errant Among their corn made their crimâ—s his warrant Offended Jesus shewes as able signes Of wrath His Foxes have destroyd their Vines Our Sampsons love to Delilah was such That for her sake poore Sampson suffer'd much Our Jesus had his Delilah For her His Soule became so great a sâ—ffâ—râ—r Sampson was sâ—bject to their scorne and shame And was not Jesus even the very same Sampson's betrayd to the Philistians hands VVas bound a while but quickly brake his bands Jesus the first and sâ—cond day could be The Graves closâ— pris'ner but the third was free In this they differ'd Jesus dying Breath Cry'd out for Life but Sampsons cald for Death Father forgive them did our Jesus crye But Sampson Let me be reveng'd and dye Since then sweet Saviour t is thy Death must ease us We flye from Sampson and appeale to Iesus 6. On Elyes double â—ensure VVHen barren Hanna prostrate on the Floore In heat of zeale and passion did implore Redresse from Heav'n censorions Ely thought She had beene drunk and checkt her for her fault Rough was his Censure and his Check ausâ—ere Where mildnesse should be us'd w' are oft severe But when his lustfull Sonnes that could abuse The House of God making her Porch their Stues Appear'd before him his indulgent tongue Compounded rather then rebuk'd the wrong He dare not shoot for feare he
had to recall The Axe from the deepe bottome of his Fall I will be doing but repose in Him Throw I in sticks hee 'l make my Iron swim 41. On Baals Priests IEhu's crown'd King Iehu the King must fall To Ahabs Gods Iehu must worship Baal The gods-divided people must goe call Baals sacred Priests Iehu must worship Baal None must be left behinde They must come all Iehu must burne a Sacrifice to Baal The Priests come puffing in both great and small Must wait on Iehu that must worship Baal Baals house is fill'd and crouded to the wall With people that are come to worship Baal What must there now be done what Offring shall Perfume Baals nostrils ev'n the Priests of Baal Baals holy Temple 's now become a Stall Of Priestly flesh of fleshly Priests for Baal How would our Gospell flourish if that all Princes like Iehu would but worship Baal 42. On the Tempter HOw dares thy Bandog Lord presume t' approach Into thy sacred preâ—ence or incroach Vpon thy choyce possessions to devoure Thy sporting Lambs To counterfeit thy po'wr And to usurpe thy Kingdome ev'n as He Were Lord at least a Substitute to Thee Why dost not rate him why does he obtaine Such favour to have liberty of his Chaine Have we not Enemies to counterbuffe Enow Is not the Flesh the World enough To foyle us this abroad and that at home But must that Sathan must that Bandog come T' afflict the weake and take the stronger side O are there not enow enow beside Is there not odds enough when we have none But mighty Foes nay Rebels of our owne Beneath a false disguise of love and peace That still betray us Are not these all these Sufficient to encounter and o'rthrow Poore sinfull Man but must that Bandog too Assault us Lord We dare not cast our eyes Our timorous eyes to Heav'n we dare not rise From off our aking knees to plead our case When he can commune with thee face to face Nay more were it but possible to doe Would draw thee Lord to his bold Faction too Lord lend me but thy power to resist What Foes thou sendst and send what Foes thou list It is thy Battaile If thou please to warme My blood and find the strength I le find the Arme March thou i' th' Front I le follow in the Reare Come then ten thousand Bandogs I le not feare 43. On a Cypher CYphers to Cyphers added seeme to come With those that know not Art to a great sum But such as skill in Numeration know That worlds of Cyphers are but worlds of show We stand those Cyphers ere since Adams fall We are but show we are no summe at all Our bosome-pleasures and delights that doe Appeare so glorious are but Cyphers too High-prized honour friends This house The tother Are but one Cypher added to another Reckon by rules of Art and tell me than How great is thy Estate Ingenious Man Lord be my Figure Then it shall be knowne That I am Something Nothing if alone I care not in what place in what degree I doe not weigh how small my Figure be But as I am I haue nor worth nor vigure I am thy Cypher O be thou my Figure 44. On Haman and Mordecay THe King wold fain take rest But thought denies To pay her nightly Tribute to his eyes The Persian Chronicle must be brought to set His eyes in quiet till they 'r payd the debt He turnes the leaves The first he lights upon Is the true service Mordecay had done Heav'n often works his ends at such a season When Man has will to banish sense and Reason His loyall service must be now recall'd To blest remembrance Haman must be call'd To Councell question'd but not know the thing The King intends He must advise the King What Ceremony must be us'd what Cost What Honor where the King shall honor most Observe but in the Progresse of this Story How God turnes Factor for his Servants glory Haman perswaded that such honour can Fit none but him ne'r questions Who 's the Man His more ambitious thoughts are now providing A Horse of State for his owne Princely riding In briefe his Iudgement is That such a One Must lack no Honor but the Royall Throne How apt is Man to flatter his owne heart How faire a Debter to his false desert The royall Horse is ready all things fit That could be broach'd by a vain-glorious wit Haman expects his answere His Ambition Spurrs on wants nothing but his large Commission Haman must haste with all the speed he can And see it done But Mordecay's the man God often crownes his Servants at their Cost That hate their persons and disdaine them most Lord if thou please to make me but thine owne I shall have Honour spight of Honours frowne 45. On Jobs Temptations GOd questions Sathan Boasts his Iobs desert In the perfection of a Simple Heart Iobs Faith was servent Sathan was as chill To yeeld it but must yeeld against his will Condemnes it to be Servile to be bought With Gods own coyn Does Iob â—erve God for nought It is a common trick the Tempter uses The Faith he cannot conquer he abuses Alas that Faith requires not so much praise 'T is a good Faith as Faiths goe now a dayes Is it not strengthen'd by thy indulgent hand That blest his Labours and inricht his Land Puffe out the Fire his Faith will quickly chill Sathan puffe thou nay Sathan puffe thy will Nor Ebbe nor Floud of small or great estate Are certaine Badges of Gods love or Hate What 's now to doe Poore Iob must be bereaven Of all his stronger Herds Fire sent from Heaven Must burne his fruitfull Flocks that none remaine His houses fall and all his Children slaine And yet not â—â—rse Alas poore Iob adresses His thoughts to heav'n he worships God blesses The lively Faith that can retaine her God May groane but seldome ravâ— beneath the Rod. But what sayes Sathan now The hedge is broke That fenc'd my Servant Iob What further Cloke For his uprightnesse hath he what pretence For his continued Love and Innocence Has not thy malice had her owne desire 'T was soundly puff'd thy Puffs have blown the â—ire Gods Tryals are like Bellows Sathan's Blower Blowes out false Faiths makes true ones blaze the more True Lord His Raith is tough But Snailes as well Can thrive without as live within their Shell To save a life who would not lose some skin Touch but his Hornes O how hee 'l draw them in Sathan I give thy malice leave be free To peele the Barke but spare to touch the Tree Feare not ye little flocke The greatest ill Your Foes can doe's to scratch They cannot kill What now 's th'exployt Afflicted Iob does lye A very Hospitall of misery I thinke that all the Vlcers that have bin In Egypt cuâ—'d are broken out agin In his distempered Flesh yet Iob is still The very same nor
strength and double power To draw those sinfull Shafts that shoot at heaven Thou knewst our easie Nature would be driven By ev'ry Breath and that our thoughts would fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Thou knowst that growing Time wold more unlevell Our rugged Wills and tookst the best of evill Lord take it and betimes that being possest Of that thou mayst prescribe for all the rest 81. On PARTIO THou sayst thy will is good and glory'st in it And yet forgetst thy Maker ev'ry minit Say Partio was there ever Will allow'd When the Testators mem'ry was not good 82. On an evill Conscience WHat hells of Horror an evill Conscience brings What strange Chimera's what prodigious things A pregnant womb of wonders Ev'ry minit We Sin but least when most we sin agin it 83. To MVNDANO NEre thinke Mundaeno that one Roome will hold Thy God and all thy gold If ere they chance to meete within a heart They 'l either fight or part So long as Earth seemes glorious in thine eyes Thy thoughts can never rise Beleeve 't Mundano by how much more neare Thou getst to Heav'n the lesse will earth appeare 84. To my Friend VVOuld'st thou be prosp'rous tho the beÌ„ded brow Of Fortune threaten thee He teach thee how Call home thy dearest wishes and recall Thy hopes Expect the worst that can befall If come thy heart will be the more secure The lesse amaz'd and abler to endure If it come not Expectance is no losse Perchance it armes thee for another Crosse Thus wisely sheltred under this reliefe Thy Ioy shall be the lesse and lesse thy Griefe 85. To Malfido CHeare up Malfido Lay thy thoughts more level Make sure of Grace and ne'r suspect thy Food He that is Good can give a thing that 's evill No more then thou being evill canst wish a good He better knowes to give then thou to begge Thou whin'st for Stones and grumblest at an Egge O let his better will suspend thy wish And thou shalt find no Scorpion if no Fish 86. On CRVCIO THou stil complainst that sorrowes do attend thee And that their savours do so much annoy thee Mistake not they are weapons to defend thee They be not Engins Crucio to destroy thee Wilt thou mislike thy Cropps of swelling Corne Because th' are trencht fenc'd about with thorn 87. To RHEMVS T Is true we are but dust but wormes nay men That are more base then either And what then Shall wormes or dust or men be well advis'd To goe in person where we have despis'd Before a God a glorious God I doe Who bids thee Come will bid thee Welcome too Rhemus when call'd in person you appeare By Proxy tell me where 's your manners there 'T is better to be wisely bold then make Thy selfe unmannerly for manners sake Some ill-bred Clownes there be that being loath To foule a Napkin draw a filthy Cloath 88. To MACIO DRoope not beneath thy wants as if forlorne Thou must be made a Iewell to be worne In Abrams bosome Macio he that comes To Abrams bosome finds his way by Crumms 89. On Reproofe T Is not enough to strive agin the Act Or not to doe 't we must reprove the Fact In others too The Sin being once made knowne To us if not reprov'd becomes our owne We must disswade the Vice we scorne to follow We must spit out as well as never swallow 90. On CVRIO TWo Eares to let in Knowledge Nature gave To entertaine true Faith one heart we have Why so I le tell thee Curio in briefe Our knowledge twice exceeds our halfe beleefe 91. On ZELVSTVS ZElustus thinks his paines are worth his labour If he love God though he traduce his Neighbour His hot-mouth'd Zeale false-gallops on so fast In the Table't tyers in the last Art thou a faithfull Steward of Gods store Zelustus that spendst Sixe and keepst but Foure 92. On Philautos PHilauto's Charity is like a Mouse That keepes at home and never leaves the house Till it be fir'd It stirres for no mans cause Vnlesse to feed on Crumms of vaine Applause Take heed Philautos lest thou heed too late The Mouse in time will eate up thy Estate 93. On Dubius DVbius Thy eares are two Thy tongue but one Heare God and Priest Confesse to God alone 94. To Sir Julius Cesar Master of the Rolâ—es THe high Perfections wherwith heav'n do's please To crowne our transitory dayes are these Goods well possest and not possessing thee A faithfull Friend equall in love degree Lands fruitfull and not conscious of a Curse A boastlesse hand a Charitable purse A smiling Conscience A contented Mind A sober knowledge with true Wisedome jâ—ynd A Brest well temper'd Dyet without Art Surfeit or want A wisely-simple Heart Pastimes ingenious lawfull manly sparing A Spirit not contentious rash but daring A Body healthfull found and fit for labour A House well order'd and an equall Neighbour A prudent wife and constant to the roofe Sober but yet not sad and faire enough Sleepe seasonable moderate and secure Actions heroicke constant blamelesse pure A life as long as faire and when expir'd A glorious Death unfeard as undesir'd 95. On LVCRO LVcro how poor thy Tyrant-wealth has made thee How miserable poore It has betrayd thee To thy owne seeming selfe And it is growne As little thine or lesse then thou thy owne Alas poore Lucro how thy fruitfull pawnes Abuse thy Stomacke that so often yawnes For a good Morsell whilst thy Saint does rome Like a Dâ—coy t' entice evill Angels home Whose more imperious presence must controule And fright the peace of thy perplexed Soule Lucro be slave no longer to thy pelse Sub due thy Gold and make thy selfe thy selfe But if thy Saint be growne too strong for thee He tell thee Lucro Turne thy Saint to me 96. On MENDAX FAire-spoken Mendax on the least occasion Sweares by his Faith and by his owne Salvation Is rashâ—brayne Mendax well advised then To pawne his Faith in God for Faith with Men Sure small 's thy Wit or Credit to be drawne For Wares so poore to leave so great a Pawne 97. On BLANDVS VVHen ere I wish my Blandus a Good morâ—ow He is my Servant If I come to borrow Or but salute my Blandus passing by I am your Servant Blandus does reply If court my Blandus I must understand He is my Servant and does kisse my hand Discourse with Blandus ev'ry Clause shall be I am your Servant If he drinke to me My Servant does it I returne his Love My Servant pledges If my lips doe move A Suit he is my Servant Though I doe Abuse my Blandus hee 's my Servant too How blest am I his service should be such To me He never told his God so much How much dear Blandus hast thou bound me thine That art his Servant not so much as mine 98. On Rebellio THe stout Rebellio scourged by his God Slights his Correction and