choake Bot so his Reason his hote Passions temper That it controules and moderates them Semper Yet blushes oft for shame of Beggarie Or with the Sense of his Necessitie For Rich Men shun and flee him like Infection His Wants refuse his Sutes finds all Rejection And with a Frowning cold and carelesse Eye Or with a Skoffe th'vpbraide him going by His Lodging is the Earth and oftimes even The Banke his Bed his Courtanes clouds of Heaven Rootes his Repaste bot fending or'e his Fare And such poore Portion as the Godly spare The Sunne his Summer-Comfort vntill Night The Moone his Toâ—…ch his Lampe and Winter Light His Mournings are the Musicke of his Breathâ—… His Songs are Swan-like sung before his death His studie Patience and his Labour Prayer And yet with-all meeke are his Forms and faire His Life below a Pilgrimage doth prooue His Resting Rowme and Home is Heaven aboue Hee lightlie liues and as no Man neglected And dyes not moand not mist no nor respected Yet tho the Worlde his Wants and State contemne Hee shall inherite th' High IERVSALEM And more nor hee stands in the State of Grace That hath the Worlds Prosperitie and Peace Hee fullie hath the Favour of the LORD And hee with Faith with Hope and Loue is storâ—…d And there-in hath for him reserv'd a Treasure Past Reckning Rich Great past all Meanes Measure A Iust Man 45. THe Childe of Trueth and Vertue both a Birth That shall inherite Heaven inhabite Earth For Nature in a meane and temprate Mood Bred and brought foorth this Fruit as Rare as Good His Eyes from wilfull Blindnesse they are cleare His Hands from Blood and Brybrie are enteare His Will is voyde and free from Wilfulnesse His Heart most holy hath no Wickednesse His Word and Deede are ev'r and alwayes one Hee violates nor this nor that to None His Lyfe doth show the Nature of his Loue Whose Aime whose Ende and Object is Aboue His efauld Dealing and his Deeds declare To keepe his Conscience cleane his constant Care The chiefest Comfort that such happie haue Th' assurance is of Lyfe and to bee saue When as hee on the Bench a Iudge doth sit Hee ponders all and powders all with Wit With closed Hands and Single eyes hee shawes That there hee sits to grace as giue the Lawes And thus in judging so his Iudgement proues Hee honours Reason and hee Iustice loues Hee feares not Power t'Equall and to Place With Iustice Rigour Mercie myld with Grace Hee feares the LORD and as hee loues Him too His Worship hee in Feare and Loue doth doe His Walks are vâ—…rt'ous in his Makers Sight Hee treads not by-Rods bot hee traces Right Hee loues the Good the Bad hee cannot by de Hee loues Humilitie and hateth Pryde His Works are alwayes worthie for his Deeds As Honour bringes Them foorth so Vertue breeds And Wisdome fostring war'lie weaneth Them For his rich Vertue to renowne his Name So that hee hath an vnderstanding Braine And Sprite of Knowledge more than is Humane And thereby is One from Aboue that 's Blâ—…st And on the Earth One earthly that is Best A Repentant Sinner 46. OF all Forlorne hee finds himselfe the First And vowes hee is of Wretches all the Worst So bad is the Estate hee standeth in While hee is sowsed in the Seas of Sinne. Hee sighes therefore and for his Guilt doth groane And sends Remorsefull thoughts to MERCIES THRONE To pray for Pardon Pittie and Compassion For CHRISTS most bloodie and most bitter Passion And offers with a broken Heart contreete Of Prayse and Thanks a Sacrifice most sweet Whose sad Remembrance all his Entralls teares And makes him weepe and wash his Couch with Teares The hate of Sinne is figur'd in his Face By th' operation of the Sprite of Grace Hee covets nothing bot such things that are Conducent for him and most necessare Superfluous and vaine hee doth abhorre And nev'r delights in these that 's transitore Hee lusts not after more than hee would haue Yet more contemplates than hee can conceiue The sharpe Recording of his Sinnes doth search His secret Soule and to the Spleane doth pearse While in the Detestation of them all Woefull hee weepes for his Offence and Fall Yet still his Hopes for Mercie springs Aboue Despare and Feare through Force of Fayth and Loue. His Senses tyre his Sprites and thus distrest His Soule in Natures Course can finde no Rest. The Slough of Sinne and Rags of Vice hee wore Hee shifts him off and mynds to vse no more Bot as that Snake that slayeth with the Sight All Sinne all Wrong and Vice hee doth despight Hee laboures still in Loue and liuely Fayth To liue to GOD in Feare and at his Death To die in favour that hee may in Heav'n Enjoy the Glorie GOD hath freely given A Reprobate 47. HEE is the Worke of Violence and Wrath The Sonne of Sinne but Hope but Loue of Faith Who beeing borne for Service of the Devill But Care doth all and all hee doth is Evill No Villanie escapes him that hee can For loathsome Sinnes delighteth most this Man His Wits are wandring weake and still vnstable His Speech prophaine impure vnprofitable His Actions orderlesse and scelerate Corrupted all curst and contaminate With all these Ills that with the Fiends downe fell From th' highest Heaven vnto the lowest Hell For Wisdome stands his Will which while it s so Bot Furie or bot Follie flows there-froe Hee 's full of Infidelitie Mistrust And onlie doth delight t' injure the Iust. The Simple hee deceiues and sucks the Blood And vnder Trust of th' Innocent and Good His Breath is bot the Blast of Blasphemie And all his Practise proues Impietie His Conscience cauteriz'd his Senses â—…eard His Heart is hardned and hee is not feard To Fault and Fall bot like a Free-man fares And nev'r in Publicke his Trespassing spares Hee worships seldome and it is in vaine Like Cains Sacrifice because prophane Hee is indur'd an Out-cast from the LORD Impenitent vnmyndfull to remord His wicked wishes are the wracke of those That Vertous godly are and Vices Foes Hee loues Confusion and desires Disorder And Boucher-like bathes in the Blood of Murder T' oppresse and spoyle hee bot a Mirding makes And scorns the Law when hee her Statutes breaks And bee hee put in a respected Place The Good they smart the guiltie gets the Grace Remorse regarde nor Pittie hee hath none For Feare of GOD and Hope of Grace is gone This Peace-Oppressor Lawlesse Litigious This damn'd Reprobate and Irreligious Is a Man-Monster and an Humane Evill A Diabolicke and Incarnate Devill An Holie Man 48. HIs heart is Heavenly and his Hopes are hie Ev'r over-mounting all Mortalitie Things that 's corrupt hee doth contemne and hold All Mammons Meanes bot Mucke Goods Treasure Gold No Honours heere nor Pleasure hee respects Bot thinks they are of Fancies frayle Effects The Soli-loquies of his Soule are sweet His Mouth and Mynde in Meditation
to Vertue Wealth Nor to his Honour doth preferre his Health For Countrey King and for the Christian Fayth Hee 's truely Noble that doth disdaine the Death And never doth regarde for loue of these His Hazards Paines his Losse his Gaine nor Ease And hee is Noble the noblest Nobles among That will not doe nor will receiue a Wrong Hee is compleatlie Noble in everie Case Whose Nature is nobilitate with Grace And hee is Noble that prudentlie and wyse Doth hugg Humilitie and Pryde despyse Graue Wisdome justlie doth most Noble esteeme The temperatelie Iust and Magnaneim A verie Noble a King a Prince or Earle In Natures Shop is lyke a polisht Pearle Whose reasonable Soule is rapt aboue Terrestr'all Trash with hopefull holy Lone Hee 's wholly Noble into his Heart that hath Strong holding Hope true Loue and living Fayth Hee 's meerly Noble whose Sprite aspiring springs Nev'r blinking backe to Baggage basest things Hee is the Heart of Hospitalitie Bounties Lyfe and Nurse of Charitie Hee 's Learnings Loue Necessities Reliefe Valours Fame and Wisdomes constant Cliefe The Falcon hee 's that on no Carrion feeds And th' Eagle that after no Spider speeds Hee is the Dolphin true that feares no Whale And never will for terrour turne his Taile Hee is in Reasons Heaven a stately Starre And chosen Sainct in Vertues Kalendar Hee 's in the Royall Round and Hemispheare A sure and setled Cynosura there Hee 's Rector in Reasons Philosophie Load-starre of Light in Loues Astronomie In Honours Court hee hath the Marshals place And 's Royall Gallant into greatest Grace In briefe hee is the Beaut ' of his Abode Belov'd of Men and gracious vnto GOD. An Ignoble-Man 9. TH' Ignoble are that bee in Noble Roomes Putrid within without faire painted Toombes Lyke th'Apple of Sodome that is ash within Altho it haue a gold-lyke glancing Skin It is to Reason an exceeding Grâ—…fe When Glories Styles and Honours Tytles chiefe Birth Fortune Fate or Chance doth put or place In and vpon the Subjects of Disgrace Base naughtâ—…esse and th' ignoble Mynds of them Nobilitie doth falsif ' and defame When the Follie of Will and want of wit For Vert ' advancing frames Nature vnfit Th' Ignoble are Bulks and Bodies of Basenesse The verie Mynde and Spirit of Grossnesse Into his Indevours and Disposition Of right Generation hee 's in Suspition Wisdome never knew and Vertue nev'r bred him Learning nev'r taught nor Honour nev'r led him To waste and consume his course and inclination Without respect to his place or Reputation Vanitie and Wrong are the whytes of the But Where-at the Ignoble doe ayme and doe shoot Wastrie and Avarice tho both b'extreame Are dearest desir'de delightsome to Them Th' ignoble are the Sorrow and the Shame Of Kinsmen Parents Pedegree and Name The staine of their Title the Plague of their Place Wracke of their House and Ruine of their Race A worthie Bishop 10. ALL worthie BISHOPS Ambass'dours they are To plot and preach Peace in the midst of Warre From th' Almightie to miserable Man Most worthily worthy these Worthies are Than They make th'Attonoment take vp the Trews From th Heaven to th' Earth they bring the best newes Where mercies Patience doth practise and prease Nature corâ—…upted to call vnto Grace They are the sweet sounding Trumpets of loue That Fighters of Fayth to fight it out moue And Heralds of wrath that thunder-lyke threates For sinfull Trespasses all manner of States Praying imploring with folded vp Hands Before the Holiest humblie Hee stands Charie of their charge and war'lie they watch From forcing their Flockes and stands in the breach Th' are Pastors compleâ—…t that None can reproue Full of a faythfull and fatherly Loue. Yet dreadfull and deadlie Denuncers of Woe To sinfull Secure in their Sermons they show These vigilant wyse and worthie Divines Are Sunnes to our Soules but setting that shines In the Night of Nature before vs they pace To leade vs to Goshen to light vs with Grace Hee 's vnreprooueable whole of his Lyfe The Houseband and Head of an only Wyfe Hee 's prudentlie prompe and apt for to preach To confirme confute instruct and to teach Hee 's harbrous hee is helpfull hee is holie To Wisdome woo'd to Vertue wedded wholie Hee doth direct by his workes and his word And squares his lyfe by the Law of the LORD Hee 's a Physician and vseth Therefore For the loue of the Soule to search everie Sore Lansing what Leprose or Festred Hee finds And so He remeads the Mallad ' of Minds Searing some-times and Corrosiues in cure Hee vseth for Putrids till they bee pure Hee is fore-pacer in the path-gate to Grace And worthie of Honour respect of his Place For preaching of Lyfe hee 's worthie of Loue And hee for his Paines Prayse-worthie doth proue An vnworthie Bishop 11. A Bastard that the Ephod doth abuse And is of faythfull Pastors the Refuse Hee 's th'Out-cast the Scroofe the Scumme the Shame Yea th'Ignommie of a worthie Name A Dog that is dumbe a Drudge and a Drone Vnworthie the Charge hee is chosen one When sparing of Paines of Knowledge misuse Vnfaythfull Effects but Profit produce Idolatrous Seeds hee seminates so Sowes in the Soule a Furie and a Foe Vnhappie for lorne and light-lesse the Sheepe That Bishops so bad haue credite to keepe When these they shall for wanting Food bee found To perish pastring in a barren Ground Hee breeds a Warre Distrust and Diffidence Into the Wittes of all his Audience Good Pastors aye hee preasseth to supplant A Devill indeede and bot in show a Sainct Hee makes Religion bot a Cloake of Sinne That covertly hee walks and walloweth in And with a feign'd Humilitie doth hyde A passing and imcomparable Pryde His Flesh doth fret and all his Bones doe itch To raze the Poore and for to rob the Rich. Ev'n Wise-mens Eyes hee leades blind-folded foorth Bot with Conceit of his imagin'd Worth And drawes their thoughts to call Accompt esteeme Tho hee bee not him such as hee doth seeme Hee lookes lyke a Lambe hee liues lyke a Foxe And cruellie craftie kils all his Flocks Hee is the person of Hypocrisie Th'vnpure Spirit and Heart of Heresie Griefe to the Good to the Faythfull a Foe Crosse to the Church and to the World a Woe A worthie Iudge 12. THe worthie Iudge doth well his Calling knaw And is the Grace and Glorie of the Law Hi Stomacke is a Treasurie of Trueth And pondereth all with Reasons Scalls of Rueth Hee is indeede a Doome whose Blast of Breath On breach of the Law is dreadfull as Death Where criminall Faulâ—…s must cleanly bee cut And from the Peace of the Publict-weale put A worthie Iudge is a Sword in the Hand To kill or conserue of the Lord of the Land In the Countreyes Cause hee ev'r hath an Eye That doth the weale of the Common-wealth see His Studie and Paines Proportion to keepe Bereaues him of Rest and of his sound sleepe Betwixt
compasse of the Laws Of GOD a Good Man is th' Idea and A Lord ore all Hee create to Command To worship Him and serue Him holy made Tho from Sinceritie to Sinne hee slade With Reason borne to know Things Naturall Inspir'de by Grace for Metaphysicall Hee hath a Face that vp to Heaven doth bende A Soule to Sense that all the Life doth lende And to the Worlde is a Stranger given While of his Sprite the Home is onlie Heaven His Life a Time of Toyle is strangely strest His Death againe the Walke and Way to Rest. His Studie is into the Word of Trouth Which carefullie hee keepeth in his Mouth And in his Life to practise it doth proue For his Delight is in the Law of Loue. Hee doth provide bot for Necessitie And casts his Care in th' vse of Charitie Hee doth converse with divine Prophets more Than worldly Profits to increase his Store In the Law of the LORD is all his pleasure And in His Knowledge all his Wealth and Treasure His Bosome thus the best of Wit inclouds And thus hee 's rich into the best of Goods Heaven of his Eye it is th'Extent and Scope And Life through CHRIST there-in his highest Hope Humilitie the Scale it is where-by Hee having Pride deprest doth mount on hy His Patience is Procurer of his Peace That guyded is with Vertue Wit and Grace Hee is the Seede of Loue and by th' effect Of Grace hee 's Heire of Heaven and Life Elect. For all that hee doth care for craue and claime Is for that Heavenlie High IERVSALEM A bad Man or Atheist 27. WIth GOD with Man the World himselfe at Warre And what not all hee to Damnation dare In Nature like a Dog in Wit an Asse And Beast-like hee doth in his Passion passe Into his Actions which are alwayes evill Hee is a Corporall Incarnate Devill Hee maketh Sinne a Mocke the BYBLE a Bable GODS Grace an Humour and His Trueth a Fable And calles it Cowardice for to keepe Peace For troubled Tymes hee holds his Happinesse His Castle hee doth call his Sword and Pride The Horse where-on this Hell-hound haunts to ryde His Purchase Pyckrie is his Language Lyes His Longing Lust his Puncke his Paradise And with a Whore and a polluted Punke His Glorie is to bee debosht and drunke Hee is the Patron of Impietie And deadly Danger of Societie Hee Vertue loathes and loveth Vanitie And is the Horrour of Humanitie In Bawdrie and in Barratrie h'abounds Till Bodie Soule and Fame hee all confounds Hee boasts the Good and hee vpbraids them broadly And spights at all the Gracious and Godly His Paunch is his Prince the Taverne his Towre Mahound his Master his Mistres a Whore Oathes are his Graces and Woundes are his Badges Rebell and Rogue and Picke-purse his Pages Hee knowes not GOD nor goes where Grace doth dwell Bot walks through the World like a Devill to Hell Hee Treachrous is and a Truethlesse Detractor The Fellon the Foole the Fiends Benefactor Vntymely Begotten and backwardly borne Vnworthilie waxes and liveth forlorne A Monster to Men a Foole to the Wise In doubting Despare and damned hee dyes A wise Man 28. IS Like vnto a Clocke that nev'r doth chyme Bot at the Houre and striketh still in Tyme Or as a Dyall just set with the Sunne Or Glasse that well doth keepe and restlesse runnâ—… So will hee never ware a Word bot whan To speake pertains vnto a Prudent Man Hee measures Time and all in Season does Hee tempreth Nature and doth Reason vse Sense hee commands and Will hee keepeth vnder And all with Knowledge hee doth pose and ponder None can his Eares with Charmes blow vp and batter For fast They are when Parasites doe flatter Closse is his Mouth vnto detracting Tongues And no false Imputations hee impungs An humble Heart an open Hand and free Hee hath to Want and vnto Pietie To Observation aye his Labours tende And wise Experience is his Ayme and Ende To Contemplation and to meditate His Thoughts are oft devote and dedicate The Divine VVord made Man his VVill his Law Is all that hee doth call for cares to knaw Swolne Pride hee knowes noâ—… of Prosperitie Nor yet the Misâ—…rie of Adversitie Bot takes the one as if the Day or Light And th' other as the Darknesse and the Night Hee knowes not Fortune and no Fate hee feares Bot builds and all on Providence hee reares And through the hope of Fayth that Grace hath given Hee reaches high and doth lay hold on Heaven His Workes are good and Godly as his Mynde His Words and Thoughts to Honour all inclynde For hee in Loue th ' Elect is of the LORD A Master to the Worlde that cares not for 't And tho heere borne a Stranger bot on Earth In Heav'n a Burger by a second Birth A Foole. 29. A Foole hee is the'Abortiue Birth of Wit And the vnfashiond Embrio of it Where Nature had more Power than Reason Vse The Fruit of Imperfection to produce His Actions all are almost all Extreames Of Meanes nor Endes hee never doubts nor dreames Nature taught Fooles to Eate to Worke and Sleepe Tho they there-in no Time nor Measure keepe Fooles haue no feare of GOD respect to Men And voyde of Reason they no Duetie ken Bot as their Passion and their braine-sicke Wits Transport them they doe play their foolish Fits His Exercise it is foure folde alway H'eats drinks and sleepes or then is laughing aye Fyue thinges doe humor him and much doe moue And not bot these can hee thinke of nor loue And what are they a Bauble a Bell and bot A pupped Pudding or a pyed Coat His Wordes want Wit and Reasonlesse his Will For it resolv'd doth neither good nor ill Hee Wisdome and Instruction doth despise Since hee can nought or hee will not bee wyse His Front his Index is and doth expresse His Mindes distemprature and giddinesse His foolish Fits neyther the Bad doe please Nor can the Good bee seene content with these Hee out of Measure is in Motion ever And bot when hee doth sleepe hee resteth never Hee is vnhappily begotten and borne Tho not his fault Reason and Wisdomes Scorne A Shame to 's Syre a Blott vnto his Brother A Curse to 's Kin a Mischiefe to his Mother Hee liues a Beast and doth no better die But Wit and Reason Natures Infamie A plaine honest Man 30. LIke IACOB is and dwelleth into Tents Not full of Congiâ—…s and Court Complements Bot hee is faithfull efauld free and plaine And so but change immobile doth remaine Like to a Coat that is so well prepar'd To fit the Wearer plaine but Welt or Gard. When as the Stuffe where-of the same is made Nor is the forme in more request is had So th' honest Heart but Fraude that breedes Offence The Credit keeps of a good Conscience Fred from infernall Brands of Infamie From Scandall and deserved Obloquie His works are vert'ous and his Words are Trueth