knows loues thee loues his soule To see to know to loue thee grace must moue me For flesh doth fancie by-pathes filthy foule Who knowes thee shall of force himselfe forget Who loues thee as his life his life will loath Yea lose his life that he his life may get Immortall making Soule and Body both But I alas accursed that I am For externe ioy from interne blisse doth range My fairest sollace is my foulest shame My sense betraid the best for worst doth change Here-hence it is I like not that thou lou'st I wretch loue outward but thou inward Ioy I fleshly pleasures spirituall thou approu'st I abiect things which things thee most annoy Thou art in Heauen and I in Earth doe dwell Nay Heau'n of Heau'ns is thine abiding place But I in Earth as low as lowest Hell Remaine and ioy in paine in senselesse case Thou light I darke thou good I passing bad Thou Ioy I griefe thou loue I lump of hate Thou wise I fond thou meeke with pride I mad Thou rich most rich and I in staruing state Then how deare Lord should so great difference Be reconcil'd and linckt in vnitie Ah here 's my feare here 's all my diffidâ—nce Then help ô help help holy Trinitie In that all-doing powerfull power of thine Mend mine amisse and me to Thee combine The Complaint of a Sinner IN the vexation of an humbled Spirit Deuoured in the depth of wretched State With feare and trembling I approch thy fight As one deare Lord as poore as desolate Neare to thy mercies flouds my selfe I set Vpon the Banckes of thy rich Graces streames That my dry Soule may so therewith be wet Before the Sunne of Iustice scorching Beames Lo I a masse of rude vnformed Clay Present my selfe to thine All-making skill To doe all my deformities away And to informe my Wit reforme my Will Great is my boldnesse so to tempt thy Grace With such presumption but deare Lord let me Make bold thy loue still tendred to embrace Lest strange to It I might be strange to Thee Yet when I waigh mine owne vnworthinesse Together with thy Loues high dignitie I am too bold with It I doe confesse To entertaine It to such misery I am too vile to loue or to be lou'd Of thee deare Lord the life of dearest Loue Yet by thy Loue to loue I still am mou'd Though I thy loue to hate doe euer moue Thou dost command giue what coÌ„mand thou dost Then what thou wilt command It shall be done That I should loue beyond mine vttermost As thou dost loue beyond comparison In Loue thou mad'st me onely but to loue And me re-mad'st in loue to loue alone Thou threatnest me if I vnlouing proue And wouldst that we though two shold be as One. Yea for my loue thou ceaselesse so dost woo me That seeing me in loue quite dull and dead Thou giuest me Thee that I should giue me to thee In forme of Flesh as thou in forme of Bread Lord what am I that thou shouldst woo me so And seeke t' inflame my loue with thy Loues heat What am I to Thee but a world of woe A little World of Sinne past measure great A Crosse of Crosses for so crosse I am That eu'ry thing I doe is quite a thwart And that which is most crosse I blesse the same As that which most agrees with my curst-heart And what art thou to me but peace and rest Saluation Ioy and whatsoe'er is good By whom I most accursed most am blest Who mad'st me blamelesse in thy blessed bloud Then of such pledges of thy Loue possest And that but loue alone thy loue doth craue O giue me that which thy loue doth request And I will giue thee what thy Loue would haue Ill I can giue Thee that is onely mine But Good I haue from Thee thy gift it is If thou wilt none of mine then giue me thine Take that from me deare Lord and giue me this Thou art not pleas'd but with what 's onely thine Yet I am thine and yet not pleas'd thou art If thou haue nought with me but what is mine Although I gaue to thee me dearest heart For as it is my Heart it 's most vncleane And all vncleannesse thou dost most detest Then thou art both the cause effect and meane That thou dost loue it as thine interest Yet as mine owne I haue what haue I not with it that is not absolutely good My Christ but ah alas I haue forgot Thou gau'st him first bought'st me with his bloud But yet that 's all I haue that 's all in all To giue thee as goods common vs betwixt To me Hee came from Thee to thee Hee shall For me in passion with my passions mixt If mine be such as make his much the more They his are much more meritorious And yet if Mine be couer'd with his gore Then will deserue thy loue and fasten vs Then take him Lord I haue none other shift To show my Loue but with thine onely Gift The thirst of the Soule after God the Fountaine of Life MIne heau'nly Head giue me thy Member grace Thee to desire desiring thee to secke Seeking to finde finding to loue thy face And louing lothe what is thee most vnlike To my Heart Faith to mine Eyes flouds of teares To my Soule griefe to that griefe ioy of Spirit To my Faith Hope to my Hope Loue and Feare And vnto all giue all direction right O Loue essentiall increated Loue Loue infinite the Fount of Loue and Grace With pow'r o'erflowing all the powers aboue Or whatsoeuer is in blessed case How can I choose but loue thee how can I But with such flaming Loue be fired quite That fires the whole Worlds Vniuersitie Yea well-nigh burnes melts the same out-right O God! thou art the most abstracted GOOD Which yet abstracted art much more abstract Which is Loues Obiect and Lifes liuelihood Which doth my Loue to Loue in Loue coact How can I choose but flame so set on fire With loue which burns what ere in loue was made What but that Loue can quench my Loues desire Or me to Loue so pow'rfully perswade And if I cannot loue Thee for thy Loue Nor for thy goodnesse being more then GOOD Yet me thereto should Profit more then moue For of all Good th' art the boundlesse floud Youth loues the Eld from whom it Being drawes The Members loue the Head by whom they liue And all Effects by nature loue their Cause Sith It to those Effects doth Essence giue Then sith thou art my Cause my Head my Sirâ— Looke what Those owe to These by whom they be Nay more for thou art all in all intire That LORD and more then That I owe to Thee Thou gau'st me Being ere my Sire it gaue For with Thee was I ere I was of Thee And now preseru'st the Being which I haue Better then by the Head the Members be Thou dost effect what in me wanting is
And from my second Cause my wants proceed Then what can cause so good effect as this But thou whose Will is still in act and dead Looke what I am at best I am by Thee And when at worst in thee my hope still is For as no one but Thoâ— could fashion me So none but Thou can mend my least amisse Then what I am in deed or else in hope When I am best in both of thee I am Thou art my Soule and bodies vtmost scope Thou mad'st them both then oughst to haue the same If then Thou be my Beauties beauty yea The beauty of my Soules diuinest Part For Thou of beauty art the bancklesse Sea Who then but thou should wholy haue my Heart O Loue that burn'st in Heauens eternall Breast O Dart that woundest the whole Trâ—nitie O more much more then Crosse-wound me at least And let that Fire still burne me till I die O let my Soule melt Lord in thine applause Through holy-raging Flames of quenchlesse Loue O cause of causes this vouchsafe to cause And let these Flames their force vpon me proue O holy holy holy Trinitie Most holy Father and most gracious Sonne Most louing Holy-Ghost in Vnitie A Trinitie and but one God alone When when ô when will you three dwell in mee And make me one with you as one you are Of three make foure and one of one and three Your Essence keepe let me your goodnesse share When will it be ô when ô were it now Shall I ne'er see it ô how long delay O tedious tarrying how ô LORD ô how Shall I straight rest in thee mine onely stay Haste thee my Iesus haste deare Loue make haste I cannot stay then come my Ioy ô come My haste is great and I but Time doe waste Till I thy Loue and Time doe ouercome O my Soules Centre my Wils sweet repose Light of my Mindes Eye my Thoughts Paradise Heau'n of my Heart Companion of my Woes Salue of my Sores Cure of my Maladies Ioy of mine Exile and my Guide therein Breath of my Nostrils End of my Desires Iudge of my Life Forgiuer of my Sinne O all in all whereto mine All aspires If thou be these and all in all to mee Can I forget thee during but a Thought If so I should let me remembred be With pinching plagues to minde thee as I ought If I so much forget my selfe and thee Let my right Hand forget her cunning quight Nay let me not remember what I see That Memory so wrong'd may minde thy right No sleepe mine Eyes no rest mine Head shall haue Till thou my Head within my Heart doe rest Then enter Loue to enter ô vouchsafe It is but what thou offer'st I request Then let this offer of my Will and Loue Moue me to that to which thou me dost moue An acknowledgement of Gods gifts with desire of vnion with the Giuer IF we for fading Gifts are euer bound To loue our Friends for Gifts still loue do breed And if the Fire doe more or lesse abound According as the Fuell It doth feed Then ô how great a Flame of endlesse loue Should ô deare Lord still feede vpon mine All Sith past all measure I thy bounties proue And feed'st this Fire with Vnction-spirituall If the whole frame of Nature nay sweet Lord If Heau'n and Earth and all they doe containe Be but meere Gifts which thou dost me afford Then how shold Loue but in me more then raigne And that so much the more because there be In thee besides all Causes causing loue Which in their high'st perfection are in thee Then can such Motiues but much more then moue If Goodnesse I respect in thee it is As farre from Limit as Similitude For thou art LORD the boundlesse Sea of Blisse Because thou art the high'st Beatitude If Beautie I regard then thou art Hee That art the Fount from whence all Beauty flowes Whose Face the Angels still desire to see Whose Influence their Faces ouer-flowes If Bounty then who is so liberall As thou selfe bounty that dost gratis giue All and much more in deede then all to All By which they more then liberally doe liue If Riches who so rich as hee that owes What not If Being or what can be beside If Friendship who so kinde who for his Foes Did Death with torment willingly abide If Likenesse be a cause that loue effects Then who like that by which I am but thou For thou mad'st it like theeâ—n â—n all respects Saue that like thee it knowes not where nor how And if the END for which we all things doe The Finall END be infinitely lou'd Then who mine ALPHA and OMEGA too But thou to whom by Nature I am mou'd From thee to Thee by onely Natures skill I come and goe but goe not as I came For I came from thee iust as thou art still But doe returne opprest with sinne and shame If then to be thine Image with the rest Be seu'rall motiues strong of Loue intire Then what ought that to be bred of the best Nay bred of all but Loues eternall fire For as the Sea is greater then each Floud Which from and to her Bosome euer moues So is thy Goodnesse greater then each Good And thy loue more then other lasting loues Ah Lord what made thee make me but that loue What to redeeme me but that tender moode Of nought thou mad'st me which can nothing moue Being Nought and me redeemest to make me good O let me stretch the armes of mine Affects To hold thee to the Breast of my dâ—sires O cause of sweetnesse cause these sweet effects And make my Breast the Furnace for these Fires The Iuy still doth clip her neighb'ring Tree Because thereby it is â—dâ—anced oft Then will I cling to that on Caluaree Because thereby I shall be rais'd aloft The Iuy spreads her branches not so farre Nor by a Cedar so aduanc'd can be As my Soules pow'rs increast in vertue are And made to mount by vertue of this Tree Then ô that all my bodies Limbes were Armes That I on eu'ry side might it embrace Thy Crosse ô Christ doth blesse al thine from harmes And with ioy comforts them in woefull case O Christ that did the Crosses Tree ascend That so thou mightst draw all things vnto thee O draw me then let my life with thine end That so my life with thine may endlesse be Thou that didst Deitie to Manhood knit Two Natures so in Nature different Making one person of them infinite To make me one with the Omnipotent Grant that the vertue of that VNION May euer make vs more entire then ONE A thankfull remembrance of our preseruation notwithstanding our manifold sinnes WIth wounded Spirit I salute thy Woundâ— O all-bewounding Sacrifice for Sinne For my Soules health from thy Hearts hurt redounds Because thou dyedst to liue my Heart within With what loue shall I quite such wondrous Loue That comes from such vnheard-of Clemencie Who art
to them my Heart betraies And all to spoile it seeke by all assaies It is the Shop where base Affections frame The Embâ—ion of Sinne which growing great Breakes out to Action to the Actors shame Vnlesse thy Deed ô Lord the Deed defeate Then in the heart the Seate of Peace and Life I finde the certain'st Death the surest strife Lord help Lord help me to subdue my Heart Before these Foes my Heart doe quite o'er-throw O let it labour with a World of smart It selfe to conquer and it selfe to know They that so fight great Hearts and Glory haue Then let me fight my Fame and Heart to saue To saue my Heart which though it little be Yet nought but thine owne Greatnesse can suffice For t is a Kingdome onely made for thee Though Traitors to thee doe it oft surprise But chase from thence the traitors to thy Crowne That thou maist still in peace possesse thine owne O take away these Scandals of thy raigne Theeues of thy Glory most vain-glorious Theeues For Tyrant PRIDE would be my Soueraigne Which for reiecting her me euer grieues For Pride deare Lord is of that spightfull vaine That where she most seekes loue she most doth paine Then Lust Ire Enuie Malice Scorne and Hate Striue in me for me but as much as I Am holp by thee doe striue to keepe my State From vsurpation of their Tyranny Which freely I surrender vp to thee That freely twice did render me to me For I no King recognise but my God Worthy to sit as Soueraigne in my Heart Before all Scepters I adore thy Rod Which driues to endlesse pleasure though it smart O then away from mee yee cursed Crue Ye haue no part in me His onely due And come dear Lord destroy theÌ„ in their strength Confound their Councels all their Drifts defeate That I through thee may winne my selfe at length From out their Hands that make me as their Meate And let me so won lose my selfe in thee Where to be lost is still most safe to be Giue me ô Lord that empire o'er my Heart That It thy Becke and mine may still obey For that and more is due to thy desert Sith that due is much more then I can pay For I can pay no more then what is mine And I haue nought but sinne but what is thine Then as I am oblieg'd thee to obey So Equitie and Profit doe perswade That I should walke no Way but in thy Way For that 's the Way by which good Men are made Then till I goe away for good and all Let me runne in this Way and neuer fall For that 's to runne that so we may obtaine Else get we paine eternall for our paine If many runne and labour lose How easie is 't to be of those The Soule desireth to know God FRom out the Soule of my most happy Soule I praise thee migthy Maker of this All For that when I was nothing faire nor foule thou mad'st me of thy Creatures Capitall For to thine Image didst thou fashion me giuing my Soule Intelligence and Will That so at least she might b'in loue with thee sith all things loue their like by Nature still Thou mightst haue made me some detested Worme some Toade or Viper or some Crocâ—dile Or else some Monster both in moode and forme or ought what is most harmefull and most vile And that thou didst not it was of thy grace for what could I deserue when I was not No not a Being in the basest place much lesse Earths Lordship which is now my Lot And lest a Creature so resembling thee should instantly to nothing fall againe Thou me endu'dst with immortalitie that I might in all Worlds still liue and raigne Yet seem'd that nothing to thy boundlesse Loue vnlesse of nothing thou hadst made my Soule But little lesse if not some way aboÌ„ue the Angels for they serue and I controule Oxen and Sheepe with Grasse are satisfide Fish Fowle and Wormes with Food of baser kinde But my Soules Meate is more then Deifide for nothing but her God contents her Minde For She is made of that Capacitie because like thee She is directly made That Heau'n and Earth her cannot satisfie sith She shall flowrish most when these shall fade For though she once began yet now she is eternall made and truely infinite Then nought but thou that hast these properties can satiate her insatiate appetite Wretch that I am this World why doe I loue or seeke the fading glory of the same Why doe I riches sâ—eke and pleasures proue that doe the Soule vnioynt and Minde vnframe These Husks suffice not and these painted Fires warme but the bare imagination While the Soâ—le starues throgh cold with vaine desires bred by that powers misinformation O no her Food 's much more substantiall Supersubstantiall I should rather say Because it is so passing spirituall as none but purest Spirits it relish may Then know my Soule know what by kind thou art thy Makers Type and viue Similitude Whole in the Whole and whole in eu'ry Part another God of boundlesse magnitude How can thy Palate then taste any thing without distast that is not most diuine Why drink'st of this World 's Dike and leau'st the Spring that euer ouer-flowes with Angels Wine All vnder Heau'n is too vnsweete for thee for it 's but Elementall still in strife Nay nought in Heau'n but the sweet Trinitie can feede thee fat or keepe thee but in life That foode whose sweetnesse rauisheth the sense of sweetest soules diuinest Faculties Must feed thy Will and thine Intelligence else can they not to grace or glory rise That Lord whose Beauty Sunne and Moone admires whose Maiestie the Hoasts of Heau'n adore Whose Grace is praised by the Angels Quires He that was is and shall be euermore God infinite in pow'r and Maiestie hath made thee but to fill thee with his Loue Which being infiniâ—e in quantitie thine All and Parts all whole in each can moue Hee onely Hee can thy desires fulfill albe't they did exceede Immensitie And being Three in One can fitly fill thine Vnderstanding Will and Memory Then ô my Soule runne out this Guest to meet and him into thee gladly introduce Who is as sweet as great and good as sweet that vs'd augments and fades for want of vse Then locke him in the Closet of thine Heart where thou in secret maist vnfold thy Loue There clip him fast let him not thence depart till Hee with him from hence doe thee remoue Who will be soone intreated There to stay because it is the rest of his desire And needes hee must take thee with him away if Nuptiall Loue doe make you two intire Which dignitie of my Celestiall Soule when well I weigh deare Lord I maruell not Though in my Mud thy Sonne himselfe did roule to seeke in my true shape to knit this knot But muse I may at mine ingratitude my madnesse dulnesse and grosse impudence That doe neglect they Loues
way perforce againe When thou hadst plung'd me in the Font of Grace so clens'd the filth I was conceiued in Though there I vow'd to keepe me in that case I brake my vow and me re-suncke in sinne So that sweet Temple which thou sanctifi'dst in me for thee I cursedly did blesse Raising therein that which thou least abid'st namely the Idoll of Voluptuousnesse Then liu'd I as an Out-law when it seem'd by Law or Fiend or Foe might me surprise But I of thee yet then was so esteem'd that thou by Law didst quit me in this wise The Law requir'd Death or Obedience then thou for me didst more then Law requir'd Which di'dst for sinne yet liu'dst in innocence so thou thereby didst more then It desir'd Yet ere I once did thinke vpon thy Grace I liu'd as loose as if I had beene bound To nothing but to Persons Time and Place that sought my Soule and body to confound So past my Dayes that rather lookt like Night nay rather like the Darke that may be felt Wherein my selfe ne'er came within my sight although I might mine vnsweet life haue smelt Then like blinde Baiard being bold as blinde I ranne as Fancy led me eu'ry where To doe the Deedes of darknesse in their kinde and with me others blinded so did beare Then what was it the Diuell could deuise to clog a Soule with Sinne exceeding Sinne But I to doe it was as quicke as wise the rather sith my Soule did ioy therein Then carnall beautie was the onely Sunne that warm'd me at the heart and lent me light A Light and Heate by which were quite vndone mine Eyes Heart nay Body Soule Spright For all confounded were as they had bin no more themselues but beauties shadowes vaine Attending her in whatsoeuer Sinne as Toyes that had bin stitched to her Traine Then were my Feete as swift as swiftest Roes Mans bloud to shed and so thy Forme deface My friends to wrong and treble wrong my foes to shunne the good and bad men to embrace Then those things onely pleased best my taste that were distastiue to thy sacred Sense And that time onely I esteemed waste that to thy Seruice had most reference Thy Name to my vncircumcized Eare was harsh and fill'd the same with all offence Which I did deadly hate through seruile feare but seru'd thy Foes with treble diligence The World the Flesh and thy Competitor that for my Soule with Thee do aye contend Made me their Slaue and seruil'dst Seruitor so gaue my Minde thy Kindome to the Fiend Thy Word to me seeem'd most ridiculous as full of Crackes as Contradiction And no lesse witlesse then most barberous so made I it a Ground to play vpon The fairest Church then seem'd the fowlest Iaile a Preacher like an Headsman kill'd me quite Words least diuine with me did most preuaile and Peace of Conscience still in me did fight In briefe I was for which my selfe I hate such as on whom VICE show'd what she could do When she did light but on a low estate for what Deedes shee deuis'd my Hand was to In this time of my young yet doating Age thou didst expect me Lord and lent'st me breath Yea didst attend me like that Princes Page that alwayes put his Lord in minde of Death O altitude of Grace surmounting Grace ô magnitude of Mercy most extreame How many settings-out in such a Race haue beene o'er-taken with thy Furies Streame Yet I most blessed-cursed-blessed I haue by the Mercy more then most diuine Beene suffer'd to be tir'd with vanitie and yet preseru'd till brought to Grace in fine Had Iustice hands which then still vrged were drawne me before her High Tribunall Throne And by a Quest of Angels tride me there I had beene cast and more then ouerthrowne But blest be thine vnconquer'd Patience that me forbore till I to sinne forbare And blessed be thy Mercies prepotence by which I warded was and bid beware Forcing into my Soule the feare of Hell the sight of Sinne Lifes vaine and short expence With thy Lawes strictnesse all which still impell my Heart though Steele to melt in penitence Yea when my feet were fast in Follies Stockes thou didst by Grace past Grace extort from me Whole Flouds of Teares from two most flintie Rockes my Heart and Eyes for so offending thee And when I fled from thee as if it had beene matter of small moment Thee to flee Thou follow'dst me I being worse then mad to keepe me from the Furies following mee Thus long we straue and striuing long at length thou didst preuaile and tam'd my Coltish Will Yet t was by holy Fraud and mightie Strength which claw'd me while they did restraine me still For no lesse was thy Mercies skill herein then thy Pow'rs force for sinfull Soules to cure Showes skilfull Grace and Men that most doe sinne to iustifie bewraies almightie Pow'r And ô how many Graces giu'st thou me with this meere guilt of my Vocation Firme Faith sure Hope and perfect Charitie with all the Vertues that attend thereon And though I cannot be assured Lord to serue thee to the end and meeke withall Yet doe my Faith and Hope rest on thy Word which sure doth stand though oft vnsure I fall Thy Sp'rit likewise doth witnesse to my Sp'rit that thou dost loue me more than tenderly Sith in thy Loue thou mak'st my Loue delight which loue erst lothed thy Loue mortally Blessed be thou therefore great Lord of Grace for giuing me thy deare adopting Spirit To nurse and teach and rule me in my Race and thee and me vnioynde to re-vnite And blessed be that euer-blessed DAY wherein that Ghest did make my Soule his Inne And be that Houre and Moment blessed aye wherein my Will gaue way to let him in That Day was the true Sabboth of my rest that Day I left th' Egyptian seruitude That was my second Birth-day truely blest who then was borne to all Beatitude It was mine Easter-day wherein I rose from Death of Sinne vnto the Life of Grace It was the Day my Heau'nly Husband chose to marry me and Coort me face to face Let Iob and Ieremy ban their birth-Day this will I blesse with Heart Mind Mouth Pen Sith then the Angels in their best aray saluted me as their Co-cittizen Wherein God call'd me Son and Christ dear Spouse the Holy-Ghost his Temple and when all The Holy TRINITIE did trimme the House of my poore Soule that teady was to fall Deare Lord with what deare Words or dearer Deedes no dearest Words and Deeds are all too weake To match thy Mercies but my Soule must needs quite breake if not into thy Praises breake I le sing to thee as Dauid once did sing O Lord how glorious are thy Workes of Grace And as the Angels Peales of Praises ring so will I praise thee though my voyce be base The worke of my Creation show'd great Loue and that of my Redemption more exprest Yet that of
Wonders of thy Law they cannot finde Thy Will then shewne and hidden in thy Word is hid though shewne from those not prompt by thee Though Camels there may swim and Gnats may ford yet both may drowne if there too bold they be In shallow'st places there great Clarkes haue suncke into the depth of Heresie and drew Whole Nations after them yea made Kings drunke therewith while they Beleeuers-right pursue So then as none could euer see the Sunne but by the Sunne so none can rightly see Thee in thy Word but by reflexion of that pure Light of Lights that comes from thee If so then light me in that Light thy Word sith thou art Light of lights else may mine Eyes Be daz'led and so drowne me in each Ford of those pure Riuers of thy Paradise Thy Word is Truth but those it doth misguide that know not well thy Language nor will know Sith they will learne but of them selues and Pride so not thy Word but they are erring so None can be sau'd without they doe thy Will which none can doe vnlesse the same they know And none can know it much lesse it fulfill if it by speciall grace thou doe not show Then if thou wilt that I shall saued be for thou wilt no mans Death that seekes thy face Let me be taught to know thy Will by thee and made to doe it by thy Pow'r and Grace So shall I finde what I am seeking still To know Thee well and well to doe thy Will An Inuocation against vse of offending or bad Custome DEare Lord while I bethinke me of the Ils that me surround and waigh the Woes I feele Through mine owne fault which me with Sorrow fils from Life to Death I ready am to reele The Sunne of my Care-clouded life hath past his full Meridian and doth now decline To Seas of griefes where Age doth sincke at last and at each breath Death seekes it to define Vse of offending in my passed Dayes doth passe my strēgth to change thogh faine I wold Custome to Nature turn'd my Nature swayes and of my selfe the while I haue no hold Yet if I dye ere so bad vse I leaue my life must leaue me hopelesse at my death For what I giue to GOD I shall receiue and as I spend so shall I yeeld my Breath I minde to mend but still procrastinate for my Familiar Sinne is loth to part And doth my halfe-dead body animate to vse her still so wounds and heales my Heart But sith I am not sure to breath once more and that my life and death are well-neere met And Death t'eternall Weale or woe 's the Doore why sinne I now my lifes Sunne neere is set What is in Sinne that it should so be witch A bitter-sweete if Sweete it be and makes The Body glad but still the Soule to grutch and eu'n from life the vitall-vertue takes The wisest yet that euer breath'd this Aire of Humane Race well tride it to be so Whose equall Wealth and Wisedome did repaire to all in Nature but this Sweete to know And yet he found the Sow'r excell'd the Sweet the Sweet but short the Sow'r surmounting Time Wee want his Meanes his high Delights to meete yet hazard we our soules to them to climbe Lord make me wise by his experience who in great wealth and Wisedome plaid the Foole And for meere Folly was at huge expence then let his follies me still wisely schoole Yea let me learne of Him that all doth teach of whom the wisest learne Sinnes snares to shunne He was a King and Preacher and did preach that All is vanitie beneath the Sunne If all be vaine beneath and true he sayes let me aboue the Sunne seeke true delight Which I shall finde by walking in thy Wayes so thou deare Lord consort me with thy Spright O then consort me so and with his pow'r enable me all lets to ouer-runne Let me not stay one Minute of an How'r to ioy in any thing beneath the Sunne But in thy Sunne of Iustice let me ioy which fils the Heau'ns and Earth with purest light Then let all other ioyes my soule annoy that so in him I may alone delight Thou canst doe this then doubt I not thy Will Which still is good then my good-will fulfill The Sinner refers his Will to Gods will in all things desiring helpe for perseuerance therein DEare Lord and God true Louer of my Soule in my desires I wholy doe resigne vnto thy blessed Will this Will of mine To forme reforme direct and still controule And as my Soule my body moues alone without whose motion it would still be still so let thy Sp'rit still moue my soule and will Else let them haue no motion of their owne Let me forsake my selfe for thy deare sake yea truely hate my selfe for loue of thee and let no pleasures please or profit me If thou deare Lord at them displeasure take I offer vnto thee mine All and more had I much more than All to mortifie my senses and affections that thereby I may so mortifide liue euermore My selfe I likewise offer to the lack of sensible deuotion grace and loue so it may humble me and make me proue Thy might the more in my sinnes vtter wracke I offer too my selfe with prompt desire t' indure all losse in name fame goods and friends all pleasure paine and what else flesh offends That by their waight my sp'rit may mount the higher In summe I offer vp my selfe aboue my selfe to all mischance that can befall saue sinne alone yet if thy goodnesse shall Put me in Hell I le brooke it for thy Loue. And though it be impossible for Flesh to suffer it yet should my Will be prest If thou would'st haue it so in Hell to rest For Loue in quenchlesse flames can sense refresh Then loue me Lord and still my loue enflame then put me where thou wilt I le there abide without repining ire or ghostly pride With Martyrs that in torments laud thy Name But sith by reason of my Flesh too fraile I cannot be so prompt these paines to brooke then help me Lord but with a louing looke And ouer Death and Hell I shall preuaile Looke kindly on me then deare Lord and so Our Wils shall still be one in weale and woe The Sinner desires fruition of the Deitie and that his Soule should be euer the habitation thereof ETernall LORD who art more prompt to heare then Faith to pray of that great grace of thine Regard the Boone I aske in Loue and Feare and to mine humble suite thine eares incline Grant me fruition of thy DEITIE that all my Soule may so be satisfied For lesse then that can her not satisfie though all els boundlesse were still amplifide Those gifts and graces that thy Grace may moue t' inhabit my poore Soule vouchsafe thou me That with thy gifts thy grace may be in Loue and loue my Soule for harbring them and thee But in those gifts
O let her be repos'd none outherwise then as they fashion her To harbor Thee that 's make her well dispos'd els let her rest be restlesse euer there My Sonne saith thou deare Lord giue me thy heart ô small request my Heart Lord what is it But one poore bit of wormes-meate can no Part of me delight thee but so vile a bit Why thou didst wholy giue thy selfe to me shall I returne thee then but that alone O t is sweet Sauiour most vnworthy Thee for which thou know'st it's meekly wo-begon Yet gladly would I giue it but it is so small vncleane vnquiet and accurst That I doe feare to giue it so amisse sith of all gifts it 's worser than the worst Yet take it Lord of Loue it is thine owne how e'er I haue abus'd it make it such As thou wouldst haue it let it still be knowne fit for thy Stampe vpon thy Trials Touch. O glorious King what grace is 't to our Hearts to be accepted and desir'd of thee Then take my Heart yea all mine other parts for they are safe in thee but lost in me And is this all thy gaine ô kindest Lord and is this all our gift one wretched Heart And for the same dost thou thy selfe afford then take it to thee Lord through ioy or smart For nothing can I giue thee but the same augments my gaine and glory endlesly Then take it wholy set me all on flame to melt me into thee by Charitie For were my Heart as great as is the Heau'n that all includes and that past price it were It should to thee desiring it be giu'n sith I haue thee for it who hast no Peere Then World be silent call it not againe Flesh be as still permit it still to goe And Diuell striue not for it is in vaine my God will haue it then it shall be so Vade vade for all you cannot fill my Heart my God alone can doe it and He must Haue it to fill then from me all depart that seeke to fill it but with winde or dust And sole Sufficer chaine it still to Thee with Adamantine Linckes of endlesse Loue That through those Straites which thou hast past for me it may be drawne to thee if slow it moue Let it attend thee to the Iudgement-Hall where thou wast doom'd to death and to the Hill Whereon thou suffer'dst let it taste thy Gall and on thy Crosse let it be fixed still That be'ing with thee thus plagu'd disgrac'd slaine It may with thee be rais'd and crown'd and raigne A soueraigne Salue against Sinne and Despaire out of S. Augustine DEare Lord when sinfull thoughts doe me assaile to thy deare Wounds then let me hye with speed When burning lust against my thoughts preuaile quench it by minding me how long they bleede In all Extreames I finde no Meane so good as thy wide Wounds to keepe my Soule still whole They cannot dye that drown'd are in thy bloud for that is Aqua vitae to the Soule Thy Death is my desert then doe I not lacke merits sith thy Death destroyes my Sinne Thy Mercy is my merit and my Lot is glories Crowne through my firme hope therein For if thy grace be great then is it cleare my glory shall be great and the more pow'r Thou hast to saue the lesse I ruine feare for Grace abounding makes Loues hope secure Yet I acknowledge mine iniquities and Conscience with her thousand Witnesses Accuse me of extreame impieties yet will I hope of mercy ne'erthelesse For where Sinne hath abounded there hath grace abounded more so loue enflaming in The grieu'd delinquent who doth enterlace sweete teares of Ioy with bitter Teares for Sinne. For who dispaires God vtterly denyes deny his Attributes himselfe deny His Iustice we prouoke his mercies rise but from him selfe who is selfe Clemencie Then let my thoughts still murmure while they will and aske why such a Sinner grace should seeke Yet in firme hope I will continue still sith he hath promised that cannot breake Who can doe what he will and he will doe what he hath sworne which is he will make whole The broken Heart for sinne and grace it too yea help contrition in the willing Soule My Sinnes though great then me no whit dismay when his deare Death I minde for all my Crimes Can ne'er o'er-match his Mercies if I pray for grace to hope in his sure help betimes His Thorny Crowne and Naylâ—s that him transpierc'd assures my hope that He and I are One Which haue his Iudgemeuts gainst my sinnes reuerst if I but grieue for what I haue misdone Longius hath clear'd the sad coast to his Heart with his fell Speare that kinde to me made way There rest I now in Ioy and ioyfull smart of safety sure while there in hope I stay Vpon the Crosse he doth his Armes extend t' embrace the Contrite then betweene those armes Deuoutly will I throw me till mine end so safe I shall be there from foes and harmes He bow'd his Head before Death brake his Heart to kisse his Louers with the kisse of Peace Then still I le kisse him so shall I depart in peace to him that is my Sinnes release Sweet Christ embrace me then and kisse me till I dye to liue to clip and kisse thee still The crazed Soule being almost in dispaire desireth Grace to hope in Gods mercy LOrd in thy Loue let me be none of them that loue but in a Calme a time beleeue But when a Storme ariseth doe blaspheme and with infernall S'prits thy Sp'rit doe grieue Thus what I need I craue but what I feare thou know'st deare Lord I feare I am too bold To seeke thy loue because I doe appeare no correspondence with thy loue to hold For he that merits hate Lord how can he straight looke for loue who hath shame deseru'd Seeke for immortall glory or to be from shame and paine which he deserues preseru'd He moueth but his Iudge to iustest wrath that being faulty lookes he him should cleare Without meete satisfaction for the scath which he hath done all these my hopes doe feare For he that is to shame and death condemn'd small reason hath to looke for high'st respect If but his death by grace might be redeem'd in sense it should be all he could expect But why ô why doe I now call to minde what I haue done to make my feares more rife Death I deserue yet seeke I life to finde that liue but to offend the Lord of life Can I still vexe my Iudge yet looke for grace and still prouoke my King yet seeke his loue Nay still but buffet my sweete Iesus face and yet expect he should my Iesus proue Alas how should he much lesse how can I such fauour seeke that so his Fauour wrongs Can wrong expect such right in equitie ô no for vengeance to the same belongs Vengeance belongs to wrongs so great so plaine as so to wrong a MAIESTIE so
kill But here 's the ods those in close-prison pend are there with Death much more familiar made So that in fauor he their griefes doth end for endlesse ioyes and peace which cannot fade But those that loosely haue the World at will doe take their swinge as Fish if hang'd desire Till they be tirde with Pleasure paining still then gently come to Hand so to the Fire And see how those that care consum'd doe climbe at Sternes of State still menac'd to be riu'n How publicke Toyles engrosse their priuate time that they can scarse a Moment spare for Heau'n And publicke Persons if they mightie be the publicke state and theirs they still must eye So to their Soules they scarse haue time to sâ—e which so neglected oft vnwares doe dye Then noble Lord if in thy selfe confinde thou art most happy thus confinde to be And sith our Bodyes doe but Iaile our Minde while we haue Bodyes we can ne'er be free Then if thou weigh'st the volubilitie of Time or Fauour Fortune or this ALL Thou wilt but lothe their loose vncertaintie for hardly Ought doth rise but soone to fall Who rul'd this Realme three thousand yeeres agone so many rul'd it since that none doth know A Plow-mans bloud in time ascends a Throne And Royall Bloud descends vnto the Plow Yet that King knowes not from the Cart he came much lesse that Carter knowes he came from Kings But Times vicissitude is Fortunes game whose Rest puts vp and downe all eathly Things Then if wee looke on Life how fraile is that resembled to a shadow of a Dreame To smoake t' a thought to nought t'I wot not what farre lesse then nought that can so much as seeme A Grape-seede one an Haire another spils some Smoak doth choake meer neeâ—ing some destroy Some other Choler and some laughter kils some feare which is strange some die with ioy So that when our last Graine is running out no Graine so small but turnes our flesh to dust Be we as Giants strong as Lyons stout all 's lesse then nothing then to nought we must The Graue too like a Ierfe doth nought but fill his greedy Panch straight out-straines the same Then fill againe then straines then fill it still till it all Flesh consumes that Nature frames One rots therein to giue another place a second to a third and so forth on Till Earth yeeld vp her dead and she embrace her funerall flame to leaâ—e Corruption Then sith that Life and Flesh so soone decay why should our flesh with life be long in loue This world is but an Inne this Life a Way a wrackfull way that Wisedome lothes to proue Which hath of yore made Kings to quit their Crowneâ— the lighter so the Way of life to runne Directed by the Crosse o'er Dales and Downes in priuate Pathes the publike Toyles to shunne We like to Fooles or Babes for Bables long wherewith we hurt ourselâ—es and others oft Yet straight we whyne if they from vs be wroong our Natures towards Folly are so soft But our all-wise-celestiall-louing Sire takes or keepes from his Children which he loues All that may harme them though they it desire but giues though it displease them what behoues Some long for State and what is that but strife more full of trouble then it is of State With dangers mixt a simple Hell of life which none doe loue but those that rest doe hate Some loue to beare the most imbrued Swords before the Maiestie of Victory And what are they but Butchers made of Lords that like fiends Lord it o'er Calamitie Some hidden Artes doe openly desire and seeke for knowledge onely to be knowne But knowledge such is light but of Hell-fire to see with Eue such Prides confusion Some fame affect and for it venter farre seeking by Sea and Land the same finde But Fame most followes those that flee from her and oft who meets her she o'erthrowes with wind In summeâ— both all and some ô strangest Case haue hurtfull humours which if not restrain'd By him that is the Lord of pow'r and Grace all would to nought where Grace should ne'er 〈◊〉 gain'd Then if our Flesh and Sinne-corrupted Blouds could rightly feele they well might see thâ—t Hand That made vs will not marre vs with his goods vnlesse our selues his powerfull Grace with-stand Our dearest Sense is Sight yet if the same offend that Grace we must pull out our Eyes Then must we Limbes of lesse account vnframe much more Things lesse if they against It rise The greatest Crosse is neuer to be crost the Way to Heau'n is by the Ports of Hell The Waters most corrupt that least are tost and their account exceedes who most excell Hee 's rich enough for Vertues choisest friend that neither needes to flatter nor to borrow To lade our Backes with Baggage till they bend wandring in stumbling-wayes augments our soâ—row Abundance is a Burden to the Soule and strongest Soules can hardly it abide For Men that being meane could Pride controule be'ing mightie made are most controul'd by Pride Nature 's suffiz'd with Nothing in respect of that our Wolfe-like Appetites require And they as Naturals great-men reiect whose Soules haue not the pow'r of great Desire But greatest Men haue not still greatest Grace ah would they had then shouldst thou soone be free From thy restraint and all desires are base of Greatnesse that with Goodnesse disagree I wade too farre perhaps in Dangers Deepes that may o'erwhelme the rash though ne'er so tall But Truth 's my Guide and Care my Footing keepes on double Duties Ground and firme in all Yet wot how ill it stands with Policie to fancy those whom Times disfauour most Sith Fancies such acquire but Ielousie if not much worse of those that rule the Roste. For Wise-men shift their Sailes as Winde doth shift and but whom Fortune fauours fauour none For if Kings haue with Fortune beene at shrift they leaue them to their Penance post alone But I conceiue it a prodigious Sinne like that of Iudas Peters I would say Who left his Lord when trouble he was in which in effect is meerely to betray I feare not Iustice sith shee doth command that we should loue our friends in spight of Fate And to the Alter with them goe or stand though we might therefore be o'erthrowne with hate Then Iustice warrants me in what I doe and I will doe but what selfe-Iustice would That 's loue my Liege obey and serue him too yet loue that Lord that likes me as I should Let him haue neuer friend that leaues his friend in shew of sound affection in distresse And let high'st Wit to lowest Hell descend that weighs ought more then some friends heauines Let those that waite on Fortune weigh the Times in Scoles of greatest Sculs I little i Doe little weigh the wayes how other climbes sith I would liue as longing well to dye Beyond my Birth hath Fortune beene my foe she neuer
The MVSES Sacrifice TO THE MOST NOBLE and no lesse deseruedly-renowned Ladyes as well Darlings as Patronesses of the Muses LVCY Countesse of Bedford MARY Countesse-Dowager of Pembrooke and ELIZABETH Lady Cary Wife of Sr. Henry Cary Glories of Women THE Muses sacrifice I consecrate They vnto Heau'n I to you heau'nly THREE They my poore Heart I my Loues rich Estate together with my Rimes that rarer be But what can be more rare than richest Loue sith so rich Loue is now so rarely found Yes measur'd-words that out of measure moue the Soule to Heau'n from Hel that 's most profound A vexed Soule for Follies that betray the Soule to Death some call the nether Hell Thence moue my Measures and doe make such way that they all Lets to giue way doe compell These Rarities which my poore Soule confines her treble Zeale to you three Graces brings For Grace as glorious as the Sunne that shines as bright as chearefull on inferiour Things Such Grace you haue by Vertue and by Fate as makes you Three the Glory of these Times The MVSES Darlings and their Chaires of STATE Shapers and Soules of all Soule-charming Rimes BEDFORD the beaming-glory of thy HOVSE that makes it Heau'n on Earth thy Worths are such As all our WITS make most miraculous because thy WIT and WORTH doe worke so much For WIT and SP'RIT in Beauties Liuery doe still attend thine all-commanding EYES And in th' Achiuements of thine Ingenie the glosse thereof like Orr on Sable lies The Wombe that bare thee made thy noble Breast abound with Bountie yer thou knew'st thy Fate Where furnisht was that Bountie with the best of Honors Humors giuing Her the Mate For which all Poets Plowes their Pennes doe plow the fertil'st Grounds of ART and in the same Thy still-increasing Praises thicke doe sow to yeeld Aeternitie thy Crop of Fame PEMBROKE a Paragon of Princely PARTS and of that Part that most commends the Muse Great Mistresse of her Greatnesse and the ARTS Phoebus and Fate makes great and glorious A Worke of Art and Grace from Head and Heart that makes a Worke of Wonder thou hast done Where Art seemes Nature Nature seemeth Art and Grace in both makes all out-shine the Sunne So sweet a Descant on so sacred Ground no Time shall cease to sing to Heau'nly Lyres For when the Spheares shall cease their gyring sound the Angels then shall chaunt it in their Quires No Time can vaunt that ere it did produce from femine Perfections so sweet Straines As still shall serue for Men and Angels vse then both past Time shall sing thy Praise Paines My Hand once sought that glorious WORKE to grace and writ in Gold what thou in Incke hadst writ But Gold and highest Art are both too base to Character the glory of thy Wit And didst thou thirst for Fame as all Men doe thou would'st by all meanes let it come to light But though thou cloud it as doth Enuy too yet through both Clouds it shines it is so bright Where bright DESERT fore-goes a spurre is Praise to make it runne to all that glorifies Of such Desert iâ— ought eclipse the Rayes it euer shames FAMES publicke Notaries CARY of whom Minerua stands in feare lest she from her should get ARTS Regencie Of ART so moues the great-all-mouing Spheare that eu'ry Orbe of Science moues thereby Thou mak'st Melpomen proud and my Heart great of such a Pâ—pill who in Buskin fine With Feete of State dost make thy Muse to mete the Scenes of Syracuse and Palestine Art Language yea abstruse and holy Tongues thy Wit and Grace acquir'd thy Fame to raise And still to fill thine owne and others Songs thine with thy Parts and others with thy praise Such neruy Limbes of Art and Straines of Wit Times past ne'er knew the weaker Sexe to haue And Times to come will hardly credit it if thus thou giue thy Workes both Birth and Graue Yee Heau'nly Trinary that swayes the State of ARTS whole Monarchie and WITS Empire Liue long your Likes vnlike to animate for all Times light to blow at your Arts Fire For Time now swels as with some poysonous Weede with Paper-Quelkchose neuer smelt in Scholes So made for Follies Excesse for they feede but fatten not if fatten t is but Fooles What strange Chimeâ—aes Wit nay Folly frames in these much stranger Times weake Wits t' affright Besides themselues for Wits Celestiall Flames now spend much Oyle yet lend but little Light And what they lend is oft as false as small so to small purpose they great Paines doe take But to be scorn'd or curst or loth'd of all that by their false-light foulely doe mistake For to giue Light that leads light Men awry is Light that leades to Darknesse then such Light Were better out than still be in the Eye of Men that so doe lightly runne from RIGHT For while such Light doth shine the Multitude like Moates in Sunne with their Confusion plaies Not weighing o'er their Heads how Errors Cloud the while doth threat t'o'er-whelme them many waies By pouring downe the Haile of hard Conceits gainst God and Goodnesse that doe batter both Or else by saddest Showres of darke Deceits borne as the fickle Winde of Fancy blowth By Lightning that doth still more hurt than good while Errors Thunder-claps make sowre the sweet Yea sweetest drinke of Nature our best Bloud that doth with Melancholy-madnesse meet By all that may at least giue some offence to complete Vertue Wisedome Wit and Art For Ignorance hath oft more Insolence than puffing Knowledge to take Errors part Disease of Times of Mindes Men Arts and Fame vaine Selfe-conceit how dost thou ply the Presse Of People and the Printer with thy shame clad in the Coate of Fustian-foolishnesse For all that but pretend t' haue Art or Wit so trauell with Conceit amisse conceiu'd That till the Presse deliuer them of It their Throwes are such as make them Wit-bereau'd Yet if the Issue of their crazed Braines doe chance though monstrously to comâ— to light Lord how they hugge it like the Ape that straines her young so hard in loue as kils it quite What Piles of Pamphlets and more wordy Bookes now farse the World wherein if Wisdome lookâ— She shall see nothing worthy of her Lookes vnlesse the idle Likenesse of a Booke But WIT 's most wrong'd by priuiledge of Schoole for Learnings Drunkards now so ply the Pot Of Incke I meane Posteritie to foole as shames Wits Name although they touch him not Some that but looke into Diuinitie with their left Eye with their left Hand do write What they obserue to wrong Posteritie that by this Ignis fatuis roame by Night Some search the Corpes of all Philosophie and eu'ry Nerue and Veyne so scrible on That where it should be Truths Anatomie they make it Errors rightest Scheleton Some others on some other Faculties still fondly labour but to be in Print O poore Ambition so their Folly flies abroad the
Had beene with Neroes much but monstrous the Muse alone then well renownes a Name Yet now her Agents are so poore become in Minde and state that for an abiect Fee They 'l honor to their shame but HONORS skum yea Deifie a Diu'll if he be free But strong Necessitie constraines the same as Israels Singer did the Shew-bread eate By like constraint yet they are Lords of FAME and where they charge with it there 's no retreit For though Time-present see it mis-bestow'd yet if Wits Engine it doe rarely raise Of Times to come It shall be so allow'd that both the prais'd and praiser they will praise Yet speake a Language â—ew doe apprehend so few affect it for wee nought affect But what our Vnderstandings comprehend no maruell then the most this Art neglect Nay were 't but so yet Poesie still should finde some grace with some whom Art makes great of vile But now such thinke it but distracts the Minde for broken-Braines such great-Ones Poets stile Vnfit for serious vse vnfit for all that tends to perfect Mans Felicitie Light idle vaine and what we worse may call yea though it were the Skumme of Vanitie And would these Truths were all true Falacies though Poets used to none of these incline For personall faults are not the Faculties that is not onely faultlesse but diuine But t is too true in many that professe the Art though Leaden Lumpes for none can swim In Helicon without that Happinesse which from his Mothers Wombe he brought with him And t is as true if Grace and Gouernment doe not containe the Minde in Raptures high But it of Wit may make so large extent as it may cracke the strongest Ingenie So may it doe in other Mysteries and that which we most praise may most impeach Diuinitie it selfe may soon'st doe this if Grace with-hold not from too high a Reach Then let this Arte which is the Angels speech for to the High'st they speake in nought but Hymnes Which in the Wombe they doe true Poets teach be freed from speech that but her glory dimmes Then let the ignorant-great-highly base reuile her ne'er so much they but bewray Their owne Defects therby and giue but grace to Folly darkned with Arts glorious Raie But no great Spirit whose temper is diuine and dwels in reall GREATNES but adores The Heau'nly MVSE that in Arts Heau'n doth shine like Phoebus lending Light to other Lores To you therefore that Arte predominate great in your Vertue Skill and Fortunes too My Muse held meet'st these Flights to consecrate sith you most grace the Muse in most you doe And as the Sunne doth glorifie each Thing how euer base on which he deignes to smile So your cleare Eyes doe giue resplendishing to all their Obiects be they ne'er so vile Then looke on These and Me with such a Glance That both may shine through your bright Countenance The vnfained louer honorer and admirer of your rare Perfections Iohn Dauies of Hereford The Sacrifices of God are a contrite Spirit A contrite and a broken Heart O God thou wilt not dispise Psal. 51.17 A Broken Heart deare LORD thy Grace respects as Loues best Sacrifice the breake my Heart To make it sound thereby in his Affects and Sinne that wounds It still from It to part How is it Lord that who so seekes thy Face must with the whole-heart seâ—ke the same to see Yet Broken-hearts as soone doe get thy Grace so whole or broken are all One to Thee Then breake my heart to make it whole that so being broken quite and made whole afterward It in thy Kingdome still may currant goe made flat to take thy Print with Pressures hard That though the Fiend abuse thy Forme in mee It through thy Test may currant passe to Thee Another of the same AS in the Sacrifices of the Law there was an Alter Priest Host Fire and Wood So This to That in likenesse neere doth draw and wants but holy Fire to make it good The Alter is my Hope the Host my Heart the Priest my Faith my Loue the Fuâ—ll is All these ô Lord are ready but the Art to fire the Fuell wants then doe thou This. I am but Passiue in this holy Act Thou the sole Agent yet ô make me fiâ— To worke with thee together in this Fact with all the Forces of my Will and Wit And sith deare â—oâ—d all things so ready be Giue Fire to sacrifice my Heart to Thee Another DEscend sweet hallowed Fire from that high FLAME that euer burnes in LOVES eternall Brest consume this Sacrifice and let the rest Licke vp my Teares for Sinne about the same That Mis-beleeuers thereby still may know There is no GOD but he that fir'd it so I am no Prophet Seër Saint nor ought that may expect such Fauour but a Wretch made meeke by Sinne yet Hands of Faith doe stretch To thee whom men prophane doe set at nought If Faith then with thee worke this wondrous Feate They will confesse my God as good as great To ouer-curious Critiques YEe ouer-curious Eyes that nought can please produc'd by Art or Nature ô auert Your All-deprauing-banefull lookes from these pure Flames that sacrifice our dying Heart Here are no Nouels which yee most dâ—sâ—re nor ought vnvsuall but here shall you see What hath beene said of old in new Attire with our Thoughts interlac'd so ours they be The Spider-webbe which in her Wombe is bred we prize no more for that nor estimate Pure Honie lesse for being gathered from many Sweets nay more much more for that What we haue gather'd is from others Flowres And what is added is from sweet'st of ours To the Indifferent Readers TO pray in measur'd Sillables is strange Familiars with peruersenesse may conceiue But PIETIE her selfe allowes this Change and for our Learning doth Example leaue Her Friend sweet Psalmist sung his Soules-Conceits in sacred Numbers and the Heau'ns did Charme With pow'rfull Verse so those commanding Heights he wanne but with his Muses mighty Arme All Christian Churches howsoe'er aâ— ods with Psalmes Hymnes beate Heau'ns resounding Wall Nay more the Pagans sing vnto their Gods and which is most the Angels most oâ— all Then sith both Heau'n aud Earth This still doe vse He shames himselfe that for this blames our Muse. The Author of and to his Muse. MY Muse is tirde with tyring but on Leaues that fruitlesse are yet leaue ill fruits behinde Shee onely workes for Ayre that but deceiues so workes for nothing but deceitfull Winde And what she seiseth as her Subiect is but vaine if it be light and lightly what Shee preyes vpon is such then now on This shee needes to pray for preying so on That O Muse didst thou but know thy natiue kinde being all diuine thou ne'er would'st waue thy wings In that which doth but onely marre the Mind but endlesly about Celestiall Things Th'wilt be deplum'd for pluming so on Trash and like a Flesh-â—lye lighting but on Sores Then
in Arts fairest Founts thy Feathers wash to flye to him that Heau'n and Earth adores Thy Raptures else are but such Rauishments as are reproachfull penall lewde and light But Raptures farre aboue the Elements doe shew thy Vertue in the fairest â—light O then thou great vnlimitable Muse that rests in motion in th'ETERNALS Breast Inspire my Muse with grace her pow'r to vse in nought but what to thee shall be addrest So shall that Spirit that made thy Dauid sing Make Dauies too a Begger like a King THE MVSES SACRIFICE A Confession of sinnes with petition for grace O Trinall Vnion God creating Gods O sole resistles all-effecting Pow'r When wilt attone twixt mee and thee the ods Till when eternall I account each how'r I am O Lord thy Creature re-created Made marr'd re-made by Loue by Sinne by Grace Shall Loue and Grace by Sinne be so defeated That Loue should lose her labor Grace her place Thou art the Salue and I the mortall Sore Yet with one touch thy vertue can reuiue me To heale this Sore a Speare thy heart did gore Kinde Pelican that thy Bloud might relieue me Thy Hands that form'd reform'd and me conform'd Were to a Crosse transfixed for my sake To help my hatefull hands that sinne inorm'd Then can those helping Hands their Cure forsake Thy Head was crown'd with Thorny Diadem To cure mine crown'd with Sinnes sweet-pricking Roses Thy body ah did bloud water streame To wash away Sinnes soile which mine encloses Thy Feete was crosse-wise nailed to a Crosse To heale mine swolne with running into vice On thy saire Skin whips did my Crimes engrosse So freedst thou me from them with bloudy price Then can such Loue now leaue the thing it lou'd Is Sinne so sowre to turne sweete Loue to Hate To dye for Sinne it thee alone behou'd And yet shall Sinne thy Deaths desert abate O God forbid sith Sinne and Death and Hell Thou on the Crosse didst conquer throgh thy death And by the pow'r thereof their pow'r didst quell To lowest deepes and it restrain'd beneath Besides thou saist but Truth what canst thou say A Gulph is set the two Extreames betweene Twixt Heauen and Hell no entercourses may By meanes thereof at any time be seene I am in Heauen for in thy glorious Wounds By Faith I hide me from Sinne Death and Hell If Sathan for my plague would breake his bounds Those Gulphes of grace to stay will him compell Then keep me in thy Wounds my soules sole heau'n From whence if out-cast I to Hell must fall Where out-cast-like of Hope shall be bereau'n If reft of Hope then reft of Help withall But help me Lord else hopelesse shall I be Thy help the hopefull neuer faild at need Then sith my hope of help alone 's in thee Let speedy help my ready hope succeed Vpon thine Hand thine hand hath writ my Name Then reade thy Hand and saue me by the same A Sinners acknowledgement of his Vilenesse and Mutabilitie SPare me deare Lord my daies as nothing be Consum'd in Sin then which is nothing worse Yet Sinne is nothing yet can well agree With nothing but thy vengeance and thy curse Yet is it that without which none can liue Sprong from our Proto-parents rootes of strife Linckt to that Curse that Life a crosse doth giue not crosse of Life but crosse in Booke of Life Then happy that that Life yet neuer had Life that still subiect is to such a crosse And haplesse I that liue in life so bad Where life is found with lifes eternall losse Ah what am I but slime durt dounge and dust Graue-monsteâ—s food Wormes pittance most impure Sprong froÌ„ the earth vnto earth that must How where or when I sure am most vnsure Abortiue Brat of damn'd Concupiscence Hels heire Heau'ns hate eternall food for Fire A Gulph of griefe and Sincke of foule offence Scum of vaine Pride and froth of damn'd Desire Copesmate of Beasts and to a Beast transform'd A Dungeon darke a loathsome Lumpe of Earth Fardle of filth prodigious foule deform'd Dishonours vassaile cursed childe of Wrath Patterne of Vice and Mould of Vanitie Made of the Molde that marres what ere it makes Errors misse-maze where lost is Veritie Or blinded so that still wrong course it takes A Bramble Bryer an vse-lesse barren Plant A Dogge a Hogge a Viper most vnkinde A Rocke of wracke dry Well of eu'ry Want A Weather-cocke more wau'ring then the winde A thing of naught a naughtie thing that marres What Goodnesse makes a damn'd incarnate Deuill Contentions Source Loues hate still causing iarres A banefull weede and Roote of eu'ry euill What shall I say A Map of miserie Confusions Chaos Frailties Spectacle The Worlds disease Times vgliâ—â—â— Prodigie Th' abuse of Men and Sh 〈…〉 â—btectacle Mortall and to a Bubble suteable Whose slesh as Flowres whose life as Houres consumes Of matter made more then most mutable Yet sure of certaine death of life presumes Fraile life which more it lasts the sooner worne The longer drawne the shorter is the date Hedg'd in with cares as with an Hedge of Thorne Whose piercing prickes the minde doe vulnerate If merry now anone with woe I weepe If lustie now forth-with am water-weake If now aliue anone am buried deepe That houre that glads the heart the heart doth breake One while I laugh another while I lowre Now ioy in Griefe and then in Ioy I grieue Now wake in Care then sleepe I straight secure Now I dispaire then Hope doth me relieue Now sigh for sinne then sinne so sigh in vaine Now minde I Heau'n then Earth excogitate Now fast and pray then feast and prate againe Now labours end then labours renouate Now am I loose then lose I libertie Now sound then sicke now vp then downe I fall Now am I safe and then in ieopardie Now ouerco 〈…〉 then put to the wall Now I discourse then mute againe I muse Now seek the World then search I for thy Waies Now am abus'd and then I doe abuse Now hate then loue now praise then straight dispraise Now This I long for by and by for That This now delights me then with that am cloid Now would haue this and then I wot not what And thus with This and That am still annoid To count the count-lesse vaine varieties Wherewith this mortall life surrounded is Or to recite our vaines in vanities I may as of the Starres the reck'ning misse All that this earthy Boowle on breast doth beare Is subiect most to most vnconstant state One moment makes as if they neuer were And eu'ry minute drawes them to their date The heate the cold the hunger thirst and all The miseries that life fraile life annoy Which swarming hide this Globe terrestriall No Tongue can tell thogh all their pow'rs employ Death seconds these if not the second Death Who with his fatall Fanne sweepes all away At All saith he whose nostrils bound their breath Thus carelesly at All with All
Hope at thee doth graspe Fasten their fingers giue them strength to hold As Ancors sure in roughest Tempests would Kind Lord sole comfort hope of each poore wretch With Eyes conuerting Peter looke on me Those glittring Sunnes their beames of comfort stretch To cursed'st sinners if they contrite be Then let those sacred Sun-beames gild with grace My blacke dispairing Soule and rue her case The longing of the Soule to be with God SOule-searching Lord and sole selfe-searching God Let my poore Soule thy vnknowne sweetnesse know Thy staying Staffe sin-correcting Rod On me on me sweet Loue in loue bestow Strength of my weaknes my great weaknes strength guide thou my Goings stay my stumbling feete My stumbling feet establish Lord at length in pathes that are as pure as sure and sweet Eye of mine Eye let my dimme Eye behold thee Dim'd with the hellish mist of damn'd desires Ioy of my heart ô let my heart iâ—fold thee and take my Spirit that still to thee aspires O Beauties Beautie wound my heart with Loue Life of my life let my life liue in thee In thee I haue my being liue and moue Of me but thou then who should mouer be Celestiall Bridegroome kisse thy Spouse my Soule With kisses sweet of vnconceiued peace On thy transpierced palme her name enrowle With thy sinne-purging bloud my sinnes release Mellefluous Sweetnesse sweetning sweetest sweets Sweeten my Sowre sowre Leauen of offence Season my fleshes Lump with matter meete For Sacrifice sweete smelling to thy sense O Goodnesse let me Badnesse thee embrace With hold-fast armes of euer-lasting loue O Well of Life in this dry barren place Quench thou my thirst for thee which here I proue Be thou to me a plague preuenting Towre When plaguesâ—ngirt â—ngirt my Soule with fierce assault My forcelesse force then strengthen with thy power that if o'er-borne yet not through my Wils fault Doe ope the entries of my deafned Eares Deafe with the dinne of words breath'd by despair O thundring Voyce that Hel from Heauen heares Breake through the bars that let thy words repaire O let the deepes in dreadfull harmonie Their Billowes tune vnto that awfull voyce Let Heauen and Earth in ioynt conspiracie with it accord to drownd Sinnes hellish noyse Turn thou mine Eies with fearful Lightnings flash From Eye-bewitching Obiects of offence Deaden my flesh my bones to ponder dash That dead to Sinne may quicke in thee haue sense Encrease thy Streames lay ope the water-springs That Earths foundations proplesse may appeare My earthly thoughts all soild with earthly things Thy troubles streames through mercy straind will cleare O light vnseene enlightning all that see Lighten mine eyes that they may see thy light That light that with no darknesse can agree O light of lights present that to my sight Sauour of life giue new life to my smell That on the sent of thy diuine perfumes I may runne after thee through Heauen and Hell Through comfort or throgh care that life consumes O touch my sensuall ill-affected Taste With finger of thy sweet life-giuing Loue That it may proue the sweetnesse which thou hast Which may thy sweetnesse to my soule approue Giue me a Minde to minde thee Heart to loue thee Soule to adore thee Spirit to discerne thee A Reas'n that may in reason most approue thee And Reason most for that doth most concerne thee O liuely Sweet ô sweet Life-giuing Life O let my Loue in thy Loues life be bounded The life of loue portcullized from strife which liuely life with louely loue 's surrounded O life my life life without which I die O laborinth of life ô maze of loue Where shall I finde thee sweet loue when shall I my loue to loue and life to life remoue O where art thou thou great all-mouing mouer Can clouds encompasse thy vncompast Greatnes Thou endlesse life vnlimitable louer No no sweet loue then show to me thy sweetnes Be neere me in my heart my minde my mouth Neere in my hearing and each other sense Neere in mine age and neere me in my youth neere in mine end to end without offence Through ardent loue I pine away for thee For want of thee deare sweet my Soule is sad Then longd-for louely loue appeare to me And with thy glorious presence make me glad Thy sense-refreshing sent my Spirit reuiues To minde thee 's Nectar to my thirstie Soule Thy Inspiration Consolation giues Such consolations as all cares controule But yet ô yet euen as the chased Hart For water thirsts so thirsts my Soule for thee For thee sweet loue for my soules soule thou art Without which soule can my soule liuing be O when shall I deare Lord vnworthy I Appeare in thy pure Palace Christiline My mounting Spirit wing'd with Desire doth flye Aboue it selfe to see that Court of thine Ioy of my soule when when aye me ô when Shall I with eyes immortall see thy glory Alas I liue a dying life till then Till when my longing soule can be but sory O why turnst thou my Ioy my hearts desire Thy Sunne-ecclipsing glorious face from me Where art thou hid Earth Water Aire or Fire Cannot containe the smallest glimpse of thee Then where art hid ô changelesse fairest Faire For whom my rauisht soule in loue doth languish The smell of whom lifes ruines doth repaire Though life assailed be with mortall anguish But ah aye me I see I see thee not And that I cannot kils my louing heart Yet when I heare thy voyce I haue forgot What me annoid and ioy suppresseth smart But why ah why from me hid'st thou thy face Perhaps thou â—aist Man cannot liuing see it Bee 't so sweet Lord I faine would death embrace To see the same so be it ô so be it Here let me dye that I may see thee There There where my Soule so much desires to see it That life as death I hold that holds me here Then let me dye so be it ô so be it Faine would my Soule this fardle of my Flesh Lay downe at gastly Deaths vnfleshy feet That being consum'd I may resume afresh â—mmortall flesh for thy pure presence meet O Christ my Iesus take my spirit to thee My spirit aspiring clogg'd with fleshes waight It 's jaild too long it longs let loose to be And euery moment for release doth waite My Ioy draw thou my heart that ioyes in nought but in thy ioy sole ioy of blissefull hearts To thy true ioy whose griess such blisse hath bought which blisse my griefs with ioy to blisse conuerts Enter into me Sweetnesse make me sweet Sweet Ioy possesse me make me sad reioyce Eternall light shine on me make me meet To see and know and loue thee as my Choise The cause I loue not is I know thee not I know thee not in not perceiuing thee I not perceiue for darknesse light doth blot Light shines in darkenesse yet It cannot see Who sees thee knows who knows thee stil doth loue thee Who sees
too good made me too bad For they made me too proud and too too bold The rage of Lyons Tygers and the like Is lenified with gifts and turn'd to loue But with thy gifts to grieue thee I did seeke Yet still thou mad'st me their increase to proue Thou Man becam'st to make a God of mee at least a God that Heau'n and Earth doe serue And I became a Diuell in Deed to Thee that wrong'd thee more the more thou didst deserue High'st Iustice shining through thy Passions Cloud could not enforce me it to loue or dread Thou had'st no hole wherein thy head to shroud but all this All 's too little for my head Though thou art God Foes Fists thy face enorme if any touch my Coate I touch them home By word and deed that yet am but a Worme thou striu'st for lowest I for highest Roome Thou wouldst be slaine to slaughter Sinne in me but by thy death I life-inspir'd the same So thy great Mercy made me martyr Thee and with the Iewes I made thy griefes my game The Med'cine so thou gau'st to cure my Wounds I venomed to make my hurt the more Which both with Sinne shame my Soule confounds sith Sinne by Grace I made more sinfull sore If from the Law to take a cause to sinne is much more damn'd then sinne without the Law What is it then when Grace so vs'd hath bin and force to fight with Grace from grace to draw The wilde-fire of my Passions burned me my Thoughts Distractions did me quite deuide The Worme of Conscience rag'd where thou wouldst be yet these I did as one in thee abide For mine Affections cryed nought but Peace when those Affections most did Peace impunge And when I was in Hell they seem'd in ease so much the old misled Affections young And Fury-like towards hel I alwayes made but thou more wayes then all wayes broughtst me back The Trade of Vertue I held Vices Trade sith more then Vice she seem'd to liue in lacke How oft haue I beene at the gates of Hell and could not enter though I went about Thou didst the Diuell from his charge compell so Porter wast thy selfe to keepe me out Nay when I haue beene euen in his Iawes and that his Fangs were entring in my Soule Till thou didst pul me thence thou mad'st him pause so came I as from Heau'n as Meeke as Whole O! how can I such pow'rfull Grace requite that forceth Iustice with Her force to ioyne From wracke to saue me in mine owne despight and made restore who did my selfe purloyne Had I the liues of Angels and of Men and offer'd all to thee in sacrifice And if those liues were thrice resum'd agen and offer'd vp as oft t' would not suffice T' would not suffice to recompâ—â—ce thy loue it were too cheape to quite tâ—y deare deserâ— O then can I wretch so vngratefull proue as not to giue thee one poore wretched Heart Can I ô can I be so much besides Grace Faith Sense Mother-wit my selfe and all That hauing yet these gifts to be my guides doe yet but stand by these by these to fall If I be lost it must not be in Hell thogh ne'er so dark for there thou foundst me out It must be somewhere which no where can tell for where that is both Time and Place doe doubt It cannot be in Hell for thou art there then Heau'ns thy Seat ah would I there were lost Nay not in Place for thou art eu'ry where Then not in Time which ere It was thou knowst If then in Heau'n nor Hell in Time nor Place where then in my selfe lost I cannot be Yet lost I am if I doe lose thy grace which found me when I stole my selfe from thee But yet if needes I will be lost at last for grace at last saues none against their will No Lost-child euer was lockt halfe so fast from losing and deserueth halfe so ill The worst of Ill mâ—â—e worse with Ill made Whole is too too good for one made worse then That Too little he doth lose to lose his Soule that maugre grace still does he cares not what Therefore deare Lord let me not enter in this strict reuisall of my Sinne and grace The lesse to make excusable my Sinne but thereby more much more thy Loue embrace For these Confessions written by my Hand against my selfe against my selfe will goe To thy Tribunall and against me stand if now I doe not euer Sinne forgoe Then let thy Wâ—unds be once more opened deare Christ to wash me in thy reeking bloud Reuiue me by thy death that being dead still dead to Ill I may still liue to good O! iuycie Bunch of Soule-refreshing grapes hard pressed in the Wine-presse of the Crosse Make druncke my thirstie Soule that gasping gapes for thy pure bloud to purge mine being too grosse Mine Ire Pride Lust Presumption Hate and Scorne yea all my Sinnes which I can ne'er recite I cast into thy wounds which wide are torne O keepe them There then from thy Fathers sight As much as those confound these comfort me nay more much more sith more thou canst forgiue Then I can sinne although I quartred Thee if when the deed is done through grace I grieue Mellefluous Sea of Comforts most diuine Meridian Light whence springs true glories Day With both o'er whelme me till through both I shine in perfect glory by thy glories Ray. Let not my Deedes or inofficious Sloth doe or omit what should not or be done For both are cursed by thy blessed mouth sith Ill to doe and good omit is one But let this league be constant to the end For they but mend to marre that marre to mend And Wisedome at our wisedome doth but scoffe When we doe ill that good may come thereof The sighes of a Pensiue Soule groaning vnder the burden of sinne WHo art thou Lord thou Lord whose magnitude admits no Name and what or who am I That dare but thinke of such an Altitude farre past the reach of highest Angels Eye What am I but a Sacke of sickenesses Immodestie it selfe Dust Clay Durt Dung Slyme Food for Wormes lesse slymie Carkasses with filth much more vncleanly mixt among Meere gall of bitternesse true Heyre of Hell begot twixt Sinne and Sathan life of Death Rebellion in the abstract Vices Shell the breath of Sinne that baneth but with breath Gods griefe Mens plague and Angels sole annoy sith sad I make them by vncessant sinne Let to the sorrow which doth cause their Ioy sith mine example hinders some therein In Counsaile blinde in Actions most vnwise In thought vnstaid vnconstant in desire Then Nothing lesse yet great in mine owne Eyes for past my selfe my selfe would faine aspire In summe I am the totall summe of Ill ill in my flesh and euill in my sp'rit Worse in my Wit and worser in my Will this Lord is hee thou would'st to thee vnite But what and who art thou thou namelesse GREAT sith
thou art great beyond all quantitie How good art thou thou goodnesse most compleate for thou art great beyond all qualitie Beyond all measure thou art onely wise thou art alone eternall without Time In pow'r almightie with all-seeing Eyes in Iudgement deepe in Counsailes most sublime But what goe I about to bring thee here within the compasse of description Thou art as farre past Compasse as past Peere being immense and infinite alone If Men or Angels could nay more couldst thou by deed or word thine Essence once define Thou art no more thy selfe in deed or show for thou all Bounds dost in thy selfe confine Of Thee therefore no search can notice giue further then that thou art most infinite And that to know is onely to beleeue that so thou art in wisedome grace and might The Sunne Moone Stars with bright beames glorifide in presence of thy glory lose their Light The Cherubins like Bastard Eaglets hide their Eyes that cannot brooke thy glories sight The sturdy Pillers of th' Etheriall Frame do trembling stand when thou but knitst thy brow Yea all the Pow'rs therein sâ—rincke at the same and with those Props with feare and reu'rence bow Whose Voyce doth make the Mountaines melt like whose Check confounds the order of this Allâ— waxe Whose Breath consumes thy foes as fire doth flaxe in few thou art what thou thy selfe canst call Then how dare I vile Clod of base Contempt approch the presence of such Maiesty That is from all impuritie exempt and I a Sincke of all sordiditie To touch the Arke was death and one did dye for touching It being at the point to fall Then woe is me how dare I wretch come nye they sacred selfe that standest staying All The Bethshamites receiu'd a mortall checke for prying on that Arke too curiously And many thousands for it went to wrecke then dare I Worme cling to thy Deity How can thy grace so vile a Vermine brooke much lesse embosome such a lothed Thing That leaues offence behinde but with a looke and like a Viper with a touch doth sting What Concord can there be twixt Contraries can good and euill be incorporate Then how shouldst thou selfe goodnesse me comprise that am selfe euill which thou most dost hate For I haue beene ô Lord I shame to say what in times past I did not shame to doe Who worse then Treas'n it selfe did ah betray God vnto Man and Man to Sathan too There was a Time I was that Franticke Foole that said at least in Heart there is no God But since thy grace my Heart did better schoole I thinke not so by reason of thy Rod. Thy Rod recou'red that my straying thought reducing It into the way of Truth I to my selfe and thee by force was brought and made repent that madnesse of my youth Thanks kindest Rod I kisse thee for thy grace which like a Potion did with Nature striue To conquere that which Nature did disgrace and made me dead in Sinne in grace to liue But Lord how blest and better had I bin if thy smooth Staffe had staid me in the Way For thy rough Rod doth Loue by terror win and Loue is lame that doth by terror stay But yet let terror as loues Harbinger make way to lodge thy Loue within my Heart Which of thy Loue would faine be Harbourer because thou mak'st it faine by force of smart But let thy loue be of my Heart embrac'd meerely for Loue and kept with louing feare Let not my Loue with terror be disgrac'd but let It free from terrors Let appeare O let me loue thee as thou louest mee thou lou'st me for my selfe and thy Loues sake Then for thy selfe alone let me loue thee without respect of what Loue lame doth make I now desire with more then hot desire to be new molt and cast into the Molde Of all perfection by Afflictions fire sith for thy Temple That refines the Golde Lord if thou wilt thou canst then make me cleane Draw me with Cords of Loue made fast by Feare Though my Sinnes measure passe thou hast no meane in mercy then let mercy make me cleare If thou requir'st contrition for my faults with Sinne and Sorrow lo I labour â—ore A iarring Twin each other that assaults within the wombe that breedes them more and more If Satisfaction thou of me require Lo here I offer vp my Flesh to thee To be consumed in Afflictions fire so thou vouchsafe to saue the Soule of me Poure out thy Vengeance Vials all there-on make it like Vapor to euaporate The Humors ill wherewith it 's ouer-gone that Flesh from flesh may so be separate O thou whose Loue enflames all good desires quench thou the thirst of my desire that flames To be consum'd in those thrice sacred fires which mend the formes of mind Spirits frames Giue me thy Loue and throw me into Hell for there thy Loue will pleasure me in paine Yea paines to bring me pleasures will compell and make me Heau'n by Hell so to obtaine This onely Boone I craue by Grace to be armed with Patience most inuincible In all thy fiery Tryals made of me that Sense make brooke them as insensible Which Patience still consociates constant Loue which can endure more then Paine can inflict O then let me that Loue in mercy proue then proue me with all proofes though ne'er so strict Thy will be mine and mine be euer thine giue me no pow'r to will or not to will But as thou wilt and let no will be mine but that which maugre Flesh may thine fulfill Thou know'st what 's best for me then is that best which thou what ere it be for me shalt doe Then let me locke my cares within thy Chest when they too strong wold my weake Chest vndo Be thou the Centre of my Soules desires and let them rest in Thee in all vnrest Be thou the Vnction still to feede those fires till of eternall Light they be possest To which as to the vtmost of their hope Bring thou them Lord that art their vtmost scope Of Lifes breuitie the Fleshes frailtie the Worlds vanitie and the Diuels tyranny THou Eld of Dayes teach me my dayes to count deare Lord mine End learn me mine end to know That of the same I may yeeld rust account These secrets Lord to me in secret show To thinke of long life is in death to liue To think of Death ' s long life which Death doth giue My Time is in thy hands then It display That I may know It so to vse It well A thousand yeeres with thee is scarse a day But they are more with me then Time can tell In twice fiue Ages Time can tell no more Then no Mans time thrice trebl'd tels such store Are not my Dayes few and mine end at hand Whose life is like the shadow of a Dreame What Substance is 't by which such shadowes stand Is 't ought but Nothing in the great'st extreame If lesse then Nothing then
beatitude and prostitute my Soule to foule Offence That I should carelesly his Loue neglect that is the beaming beauty of thy State And woo the vgly Diuell in effect thy sacred Image to adulterate This doth exceede all wonderments excesse this Prodigie is more then monsterous That any Soule should loue meere vglinesse before meere beauty more then glorious How can I thinke vpon thy boundlesse Loue and not pursue my selfe with endlesse Hate That for my sake didst hels of torments proue to pull me out of Hell and damned state And when I view my Bodies Edifice I finde so many of thy bounties there As might the Heart of Hate to Loue intice for in each haire-breadth of it they appeare Th' Arteries Sinewes Nerues Veynes Ligaments Heart Lungs Lights and in few the All in All Are thy Loue-tokens and kinde Complements that mak'st thy selfe throgh Lordly loue my thrall Wherein if I should still Philosophize I should finde matter still to praise thy name For this Mindes Organ yeelds such Harmonies as still in silence celebrate thy Fame This Wonder is the Worlds Epitomie a little World true abstract of the Great Yet greater then the Great in dignitie though that in quantitie be more compleate O! how should I to grace thy Grace be glad for that thou mad'st me not in deed or sight Blinde lame deafe epilepticke mute or mad but sound in Soule and Minde in Body right Yet Lord ô yet I want for nothing is brought from Not-being to a Being blest Immediately sith yet I am amisse but all things by degrees attaine their best For in the Worke of Nature Sense perceiues that first of all the Matter she prepares Then fits it to the Forme which it receiues but formes it not perhaps in many yeares Yet she doth not as lacking Pow'r or Art leaue ought imperfect which she takes in hand Yet out of hand she perfecteth no Part but that shee doth in time in Sea and Land Then thou that art her Soueragine canst thou lacke of her perfection in thy Workes begun Canst thou Almightie see Them goe to wracke or through neglect to leaue them halfe vndone Effects vnto their Causes onely looke that they from them Perfection may receiue Then of their Causes if they be forsooke they make a show but onely to deceiue Thou art my sole beginning and mine end then end that well which thou hast well begun Thou art my Cause then me th' Effect amend that I from grace to grace may euer runne Thine Eyes all-seeing see great Wants in me supply those wants deare Lord and let me want Nothing but wants that wanting are in thee sith what thou want'st to thee is discrepant Let no Blocke be more dull to apprehend that thou wouldst haue escape vntride then I Let my Wit for thy foolishnesse contend and let that Folly be my Wisedomes Eye Then in th' Egyptian darknesse of this life I shall behold the glory of thy Sonne And shape my course by him in Stormes of strife for all thy fooles doe striue to him to runne Then with that Protomartire shall I see the Canopie of Heau'n being op'ned wide The beaming beauty of the Trinitie that by none but such fooles can be espide Let me be wise in deed and not in show sith neuer shades haue substances begot And they know nothing as they ought to know that know not they are fooles that know thee not The Foole hath said in heart No God there is so saith he sith he knowes not otherwise Then Truth and Wisedome cals him Foole for this because true Wisedome in this Knowledge lies The Pagan-wisedome though it knew what not that was beneath the Circuit of the Sunne Yet was that wisedome fondly ouer-shot sith all was vaine It knew when all was done For vnder Heau'n as saith thy sacred Truth remaineth nought that is not more then vaine What wisedome then from knowing it ensu'th but such as Fooles by knowing Bables gaine Then let the World still make a Foole of mee So I may onely know my selfe and Thee A Thankesgiuing for our Being LEst Thankelesnesse should close thy Bounties hand which it alone kind Lord hath pow'r to do And sith thou giuest what thou dost command if we but stretch our Good-wils hand thereto Kinde lib'rall Lord giue me an able will to thanke thee for thy gifts that by one gift I may be gratefull for another still which is of Willing-want the onely shift I thanke thee then not onely for my Being being as I am the liuely forme of thee But for that thy high Prouidence all-seeing doth striue to make me euer better Bee For should thy hand be but a moment clos'd I should to nought resolue as once I was For thou my time of moments hast compos'd the last of which I cannot ouer-passe Then looke how many moments I exist so many blessings dost thou giue to mee Preuenting me with others ere I wist that so my Being might right blessed be From my Conception to Natiuitie thou keptst me saf◠thogh strait kept in the womb My Mothers Bowels might haue strangled me but that thy Mercies hand still made me roome Wherein I felt ere I could feele or see the blessings of thy tender Prouidence And lest I should perhaps abortiue be thou gau'st me there full nine Months residence Where how thou fedd'st me by the Navle-string I may admire but ne'er the same expresse And how thou didst my Parts together bring confus'd in slime it is no wonder lesse The longings of my Mothers appetite her food feares griefes fals and such accidents Might haue enforc'd her ere my Frame was pight eft to diffuse me in the Elements For when I was an Embrio but a thought might haue redrown'd me in Not-beings Pit But then thou thoughtst on me and so hast wrought that Danger from her Mouth me safe did spit How happily-vnhappy had I bin to be made Man in possibilitie And marr'd eu'n as my making did begin so straight to finde and lose Humanitie That which we neuer had we neuer lost therefore for losse of that we cannot grieue But rare things had to lose doth grieue vs most for better still dead then but now to liue Then to be borne within no Pagan Clyme addes no small waight to this great Benefit But come of Christians in good place and time and am a Christian much more maketh it And am a Christian ô that so I were as I am nam'd and still desire to b◠That I might say I am and so appeare sith but to seeme good is too bad with thee For thou great GOOD that call'st thy selfe I AM dost loue I am not was nor yet will be Then let me say I am in deede and name thy Seruant that but liues to honour thee For sith I haue such Beeing let me be such as I AM not as I am that is Such as Thou art most perfect Pietie for thou art wast and euer wilt-be this Besides thou hast and dost preserue
Traitor worse then hee that solde thee it will for Meede or Dread the Soule betray Nor in fire is it willing to behold thee in fiery tryals then it shrinckes away Therefore when it a Champion of such might betraid to feare I dare not say I will No that 's Presumption but I wish I might for willing well without thee we doe ill Then be with me strong Pow'r and I will say I will and will performe that will in Deed For where thou art by Pow'r it 's but a play in greatest torments then to burne or bleed Now as thy Body grew so grew thy griefes for who deare Lord can possibly expresse Thy Persecutions void of all reliefe saue Praying Fasting Watching Wearinesse They spake against thee who sate in the Gate and common Drunkards ballads made of thee That thou might'st say in worse then Dauids state being poore I labour from mine Infancie These were the griefs dear Loue thy life did brook but in thy Death what Sense ere vnderstood What paines thou felt'st when like a rising brooke thy body more and more o'erflow'd with bloud Freedome made Captiue Mercy Miserie Grace quite disgraced beauty vilifide Innocence strooken Iustice doom'd to dye Glory quite shamed and Life crucifide O Heau'ns what can amaze with Wonderment the Sense of Man more then this what shall I Call this so strange vnheard of Loues extent that ouer-fils all Names Capacitie In few now Grace alone seemes Sinne alone Life dyes State 's whipt and Pow'r bound to a Poast The Glory of the Father spet vpon and in a word God seemeth to be lost In this Deepe further may my Soule not wade my strength is spent for my heart bleedes in me O glorious Grace O Maiestie vnmade is this for me O boundlesse Charitie If I for my Redemption am so tide to loue and honour thee What shall I bee For that thou did'st so many Deaths abide when one wold serue to make me more than free With what loue shall I quite this more then Loue with what life shall I imitate thy life With what teares shall I my repose reproue and with what Peace shall I conclude my strife I owe thee more for my redeeming Lord sith in the same thou Death of deaths didst proue Then for my Making which was with a Word for more much more thy Passion showde thy loue For if for Cherubins or Seraphins thou had'st thus di'd t 'had beene lesse meruellous But thou hast di'd for me a Sincke of sinnes which of all Wonders is most wonderous What are we Lord or what our Fathers House we Sons of wretched Men that Gods deere Senne Doth in such loue and mercie visit vs as through Death to re-make vs quite vndone If in the ballance of thy Sanctuary thou weigh our body t' will be found more light Than Vanitie more graue then Misery as if It did consist in Natures spight And if our Conuersation thou respect what is it but a Chaos of Offence The Goodnesse of whose All is all Defect whose very Souâ—'s but Hell of Conscience Dost thou ô God then for such Diuels die the Sonnes of Sathan most oppos'd to thee For the Subuerters of all Honestie for breakers of good Lawes that blessed be For thy Contemners for thy Gloryes Clouds for thy Deprauers for the worst of Ils For meere cuâ—st Thwarts of all Beatitudes for thy Tormentors that thy Soule would kill Whose Hearts no gifts can once allure to loue much lesse with Menaces are terrifide Nor mou'd with heauy Plagues that Rockes would moue nor yet with sweet'st Indulgence mollifide For Fiends who not suffic'd with their owne vice the Earth doe compasse so to compasse more And not contented others to intice diue to the Diuels to augment their store Where robbing those Egyptians of their wealth to weet Pride Enuy Malice blasphemie Away they steale so all they doe by stealth to make them Idols for their Fantasie Who when they haue rak'â— Hell for eu'ry Euill and got as much as Hell can hold or yeeld They then deuise themselues worse then the Diuel new kindes of sinnes that Hell yet neuer held Adding thereto obduracie of Heart and doe their Conscience more then cauterize Pleasing themselues like Fiends in others smart and for that end doe many meanes deuise Are these deare Lord the things for which thou the things I say for no Name is so ill As they deserue What onely must the Highest diest dye for vile Vipers that their Maker kill My Heart doth faile my Spirit is extinct when thus I weigh thy Mercies with my Sinne And wert not for thy graces meere instinct I should despaire deare Lord and dye therein Yet sith I haue begun to speake to thee O be not angry if I yet doe speake Let Dust and Ashes once so saucie be to aske their God what He hereby doth seeke Seek'st thou the loue of such meere Lumps of Hate or else the seruice of such Vermine vile Alas great Lord it stands not with thy State sith where they come by nature they defile If thy desire of Marriage did so burne that Thou thy Creatures would'st needes espouse Why then did Seraphins not serue thy turne that are more Noble and thee better vse Why of a prepuce Nation took'st a Wife which afterwards did Thee betray and kill So marriedst as it were the very Knife that cut thy throate so seem'dst thy selfe to spill What answer'st Lord to these too high Demands I would haue this because I would have this This is thine Answere and the reason stands vpon thy Will which cannot will amisse Then be it Lord according to thy Will for so it muâ—â— be be it how so ere By life or death then let me It fulfill that dost by both thee so to mee endeere For since Mans fall none passe to Paradise but by the dreadfull burning Cherubins To Canaan none but by where Marah lies sith there th' inheritance of ioy begins And none vnto the happy Citie goes that goes not by the Babel-Riuers side And none Ierusalem or sees or knowes that through the vale of Teares nor goe â—orride The way to Heau'n is by the Gates of Hell and Wormwood-wine thogh bitter wholsome is Thy Crosse ô Christ doth Heau'ns strong 〈◊〉 compell to open wide for t is the Key of blisse And sith for me so well thou loud'st that Crosse Let me for thee count all things else but losse A Thanksgiuing for our Vocation WIth all the pow'r and vertues of my Soule I doe adore thee holy Lord of All That when I had no name in thy check-rowle thou wrat'st it on thy Palme and me didst call I dwelt sometimes in blacke Obliuions Land where in the shade of Death I sadly sate But thou kind Lord didst reach me then thy hand which from thence drew me to a glorious state When as I wandred in the crooked wayes that too directly led to endlesse paine Thou didst thy forces then against me raise to put me in thy
Which tho most glorious both thou mad'st of noght and if thou would'st a thought againe would spill Help Lord for I am in a groundlesse DEEPE or endlesse Maze that hath no comming out My Wits from drowning and distraction keepe and let me goe no more this Gulph about For he that goes about to tell with Words what one thou art doth eu'n as if he would Quite drowne the Sea within the shallow'st Foords nay more sith thou art much more manifold Who ere assisted thee or thee aduis'd who brought thee vp in Lore or gaue thee Wit And who thy Pow'r at any time surpris'd or what Foe was not dasht to Dust by It With whom the Sea seemes scarse a Water-drop the Islands and maine Lands a little Dust The highest Heau'n is but thy Foot-stooles Top and but into a Pricke thou Earth dost thrust The Woods of Libanus cannot suffice to make Religious Altars fume to Thee Nor all the Beasts can serue for Sacrifice that on a thousand thousand Mountaines be All Nations nay all Creatures whatsoe'er be they Celestiall or Terrestriall Stand in thy sight as if they Nothing were and in respect of thee are not at all For if in the bright presence of the Sunne the Stars seeme not to be although they are Then in thy sight must All to nothing runne sith in the same the Sunne cannot appeare Therefore with all created Essences ô holy blest and glorious TRINITIE I doe adore with all obseruances the Scepter of thy dread Diuinitie Thy Being's vniuersall most exact then being such what should my homage be And being Grace and Goodnesse most abstract how can I wanting both serenize thee Agnizing then the Wonders of thy Worth prostrate before thy sacred Mercies seate With whatsoe'er Loues feare can vtter forth I more then celebrate thy glory great With those thrice blessed Spirits who laying downe their Crownes of Glory at thy sacred Feete Prostrate adore thee loe I vaile the Crowne of all my Glory to thee blessed SWEET My Glory Lord alas what doe I giue if I haue any it is more than vaine Then maist thou not that Gift of me receiue sith it must needes thy sacred Glory staine Returne It then deare Lord my gift put backe and I will giue thee what thou gau'st to me That 's Loue and Feare thou dost no Glory lacke yet if thou giue it mee I le giue it thee But not to vs deare Lord ô not to vs but to thy gracious NAME all glory giue Which was and is and shall be glorious as long as God is God or LIFE doth liue But vnto vs Confusion onely's due for Flesh and Bloud hath nought to glory in But that which may decayed shame renue a bleeding Conscience and a world of Sinne But why doth Sol giue Light the Fire giue Heate why's Water cold Earth thicke or Aire so thinne The reason 's cleare by kinde they doe that feate so thou by kinde kinde Lord forgiuest Sinne. Where Sin abounds there Grace doth oe'er-abound for t is thy glory God Sinnes to forgiue For should'st thou Sinners with the Sinne confound then none should liue so none should glory giue For in the nether Hell they praise thee not sith t is the Hold of hedious Blasphemy There is the Land where all things are forgot saue sad Despaire and Death which cannot dye But in thine euer-blessed Hierarchy the holy holy holy Lord of Hoasts In Soule-inchanting Heauenly Harmony is euer heard through those Celestiall Coasts Then make me such that in the Life of grace I temp'raâ—â—ly may glorifie thy Name And in the Life of glory face to face I may for euer much more doe the same Consume the cloudy Fancies of my Minde with sacred flames of thine eternall Loue That being by that purging fire refinde thou maist if on thy Trials Touch approue Then let thy Glories zeale quite eate me vp that all my Being may consist therein So I le carowse thy bitter Passions Cup sith to my Health kinde Lord thou didst begin O let my life poore life nought else appeare but a sweet-smelling Sacrifice to thee Or rather let it be an Offring here that with thy Loues fire may consumed be Then metamorphose me into thy Loue let me be quite transmuted to the same That I may euer vpwards flaming moue as doth by Nature a materiall flame O! bottomlesse Abysse of Charitie engulph me in thy Bowels let thy Wombe Receiue Sinnes seede that longs for sanctitie Then let it still lie buryed in this Tombe That so I may quite dead to Sinne and Shame Still liue in LOVE to loue and praise thy NAME A Repetition of Gods many Benefits and Preseruations with desire of the continuance thereof VPon the bended knees of my poore Sp'rit made poor by thy rich Mercies showr'd theron Thy Vertue I adore with all my might ô diuine VERTVE Israels Holy ONE Sith thou of thy vnlimitable grace hast deign'd to make me know thy grace and pow'r Nay show'd to me the splendor of thy face which doth my loue much more then much allure For giuing me my Being being nought before and since and since for mending me Though yet deare Lord I am not as I ought yet as I am I am most bound to thee For that thou dost conserue me in such case that as a liuely Member I doe feele Thy liuely Members dolor or disgrace and sinck in Soule when they neere falling reele For that thou dost my Natures essence keepe from running to the wracke of grace and nature And of a Wolfe for making me a Sheepe and of a Cast-away a costly Creature A costly Creature I right well may say sith it thy Heart-bloud cost to make me such Euen then when I was worse then cast away for I was damn'd before I knew so much By thee I am in sinfull state preseru'd from sinfull state which stands where Sin doth raign By thee I am from prides contrect conseru'd that faine would take out of thy hand thy raigne If I doe fall it 's when Thou stai'st me not if I doe rise it 's by thy helping Hand But I ne'er fall but when I haue forgot that by thy Rod and Staffe I rise and stand As many good thoughts as my heart ere held he held in Capite of Thee his Head If well my little-World I ere did weild I did it with thy Pow'r but in thy stead If none can say Lord Iesu but by Thee much lesse without thee thee can any serue No more then Boughs yeeld Fruit cut from the tree then what we worke for Lord thou dost deserue Therefore if I haue fasted watcht or praid if I haue Crosses borne with Backe vnbroke If I haue shed Contritions Teares vnstaid or crost my Will or vp thy Crosse haue tooke If in my prayers I haue thought on Thee or that they haue preuail'd or I relieu'd Or if my Will to Vertue hath beene free all these as gifts from Thee I haue receiu'd How many vertuous
that should make me loue thee more I made the wrest to rend my loue from thee So both with mine and others gifts did gore the Giuers heart erst split for loue of me And if I made as seldome so I did a Cou'nant with mine Eye that it should gaze No more on Beauty yet the more forbid the more thereby it glanc'd on Beauties Blaze Alas how brutish haue I bin the while that like a Beast haue swayed beene by sense And made my Reason obey Affections vile repugnant to mine owne Intelligence O life dead life depriu'd of life of grace how stirr'st thou so without that vitall pow'r Thou art too proud and yet too beastly base at highest height but like a fading Flowre O Lord of life a death it is to mee to minde my life so drown'd in deadly sinne Which though it Be and moue and liue in Thee yet as without thee it hath cursâ—d bin For I haue made no scruple to offend but with such boldnesse haue I sinn'd as it Had beene a meane but to a blessed end so seem'd to sinne with Will enforc'd by Wit Nay should I bring my best deeds to thy Test they 'le proue but drosse of mâ—eâ—e Hyâ—ocrisie Or Vice in Vertues habit at the best which is too bad for basâ—st Pietie With Iacobs voyce and Esaus hands I held my Soule to sinne and good opinion too The wicked so the World at will doe weild which faine I would but that I cannot doe The World 's t'vnweildy for my feeble gripe it still fals from me sith I cannot hold And at each fall thou giu'st me Lord a stripe sith though I cannot weild it yet I would Yea would much rather then my wilde affects or ought that holy men doe take in hand For my best doings my iust doubt suspects sith they in doubt of doing ill doe stand How tedious Time hath seem'd when I haue praid how wearisome the practise tir'd how soone How much distracted and how well apaid when it was done though done ere well begunne So was I like but one of Pilates Slaues that croucht to thee ô Christ but to offend So my best actions are but holy braues that haue more shew then strength to foile the Feend Haue I done good to any if I haue t' was but of debt and though it were but lent I prizde it more and bragd of what I gaue so all my good was done with ill intent Haue I discours'd of things that heauenly were In curious Questions lightly it was done As where Heau'n stands and Hell it locall where not how to come to Heau'n and Hell to shunne I haue beene prompt to learne what Wisedome would abhorre to teach and I haue Eares and Eyes To heare and see but what she scornes t' vnfold for I attend to nothing that is wise What shall I say that haue so much to say for endlesle plaint holds endlesse Sinne in chase My first was filth my progresse Sinne my stay is double death without Gods treble grace O Sinne the Soules death and of Death the life I would not shunne thee when at first I might And now I cannot without endlesse strife then help me Grace with strong sinne still to fight My Soule is tir'd with vanitie and Sinne I loath to liue and yet I feare to dye Then wretch what should I doe but now beginne to dye to liue sith liuing-death is nye But ah alas could I weepe endlesly it were but meete mine endlesse sinnes to cleare But though I should lament them ceaselesly in longest mortall life too short it were Yet will I not dispaire no God forbid seau'n times a day the iustest men doe fall And though from men the fall and bruise be hid yet thou dost see them both who seest All. At all houres no man's wise for sober Noah may be oe'er-come with Wine stout Abraham too Through terror lye Meeke Moses may destroy th' Egyptian in his ire and so misdo Religious Ioseph irreligiously sweare by the life of Pharaoh faith to binde Gods Darling Dauid hide Adultery with murther of his Seruant true as kinde Wise Salomon the veriest Foole became when Pharos Daughter and his Pagan wiues Through grosse Idolatrie made him defame Gods truth so Blots the clear'st haue in their liues Saints so are call'd as eu'ry thing is nam'd of whatsoe'er therein most worthy is As Golden-mines are stiled so though fram'd more full of Drosse then Golden rarities And so the best men though inherent Vice may ouer-weigh their Vertue yet we see Th' are called vertuous by their Vertues price that doth out-price the Vice though more it be Then giue me courage Lord t' aduance my Hope to thy great mercy that doth equall thee And let All couerd with the Heau'nly Cope for thy deare Loue be but as Doung to mee Vaine pleasures packe Preferments-vaine auaunt that would but make me quite forget to dye My Soule ye Syrens doe no more enchaunt for if you doe I le breake your strongest Tye. And all my ioy shall now but be in griefe griefe for the Ioy which I conceiu'd in sinne So nought but dying shall be my reliefe for life well lost immortall life doth winne Lord giue me strength to offer violence to wicked Custome till I breake it quite And still to striue with Nature Sinne and Sense vntill they striue no more in Peace nor fight And for my Sinnes come all annoyâ—s on me in royall-armies till you blow me vp Aboue the â—unne and all dispights that be fall freâ—ly on me from my Sauiours Cup. Scorne me proud World still looke on me ascance deride me Diuell plague me doe thy worst Nay Lord from me conceale thy Countenance so thou in fine wilt blesse me so accurst And for I haue despis'd thee Lord of All let all that Is despise me till I dye Nay let disgrace with death vpon me fall so I may rise to grace and life thereby O thou my cursed Nature swolne with Pride swell not against contempt though ne'er so vile Take all and more if more can be beside contempt of all and ioy therein the while For being nothing of my selfe but Sinne or else besides that But I Nothing am How can or sinne or Nothing Glory winne but through a World of woe contempt and shame Skill will and pow'r then giue me Lord to breake this head-strong Iade my Flesh and make it glad To beare a World of woe to make it meeke and but for falling vnder it be sad I am thy Workâ— then worke thy Will in mee And make my Carriage Lord from fallingâ—ree â—ree That the vertuous haue the Promises of this life as well as of that to come THy Friends deare Lord are too much honored thy Persecutor to thee reconcil'd Had Sacrifices to him tendered so much the World is forc'd t' adore thy Childe The People freely their possessions sell to lay the Price at thine Apâ—stles feete To whom the worst of Ils doe fall out well and Gall
it selfe to them made Sugar-sweet Then what but Gall it selfe will Honey seeke besides the Honey of thy sweetest Loue For who are more exalted then the meeke sith Heau'n and Earth of them doe most approue Then if thou make me meeke thou mak'st me more Then Heau'n and Earth for both will me adore For perfect Vnion with God and Grace to shunne all Lets that may hinder it WHen I sweet Sauiour minde the Orison thou mad'st thy Maundy-night with strong effect When as thou praid'st for perfect vnion betweene thy Father thee and thine elect I am thereby encouraged to pray that in that Vnion though too base I be I may b'included if so be I may being so vile so inward be with thee Which can be hardly if at all it can without my Soule forsake the Flesh and Fiend And all besides thee be it Angell Man or what soe'er for Thee her onely END But this shee cannot doe without thy Grace thy grace preuenting and assisting both Then grace her so that she may thee embrace and in respect of thee all others lothe By that deare vnexampled Loue that made thee hang all naked on the Crosse vouchsafe That I may liue with thee as nought I had besides though I the World besides should haue And if it may be Lord ô let me liue without the least Sinne for the least that is Doth let our Vnion and doth euer striue to seuer me for euer from thy Blisse Then grant that I my body so may keepe from all transgrâ—ssing that I may not moue One Ioynt t'vnioyne vs but my Soule to sweepe from all Pollution that doth let thy Loue. That from offending it may be as cleare as it was made by thee in Thee to rest And though she cannot be so perfect here yet make Her still desire the same at least Yea make me will no Ioy for that is none that is not in thee and the Bread I eate Let it no more delight me than a Stone but onely but to serue Thee take my meate And when my Palate proues some Foode too sweet then let me thinke how much more sweet thou art That mad'st it such so make me make it meete to make me taste thy Sweetnesse in my Heart So let me vse all Creatures pleasing Sense to send me to Thee Cause of that Effect So in them still taste but thine Excellence and by them still the more the same affect Yea let no Sweet of whatsoeuer kinde that 's but created once my Soule allure From thee sweet Lord or from continuall minde of thy deare Sweetnesse that all Sweetes procures But Loue and Meeknesse are the onely two to mâ—ke vs one â—eare Sweet that diuers be Then let high'st Loue and lowest Meeknesse too make one of twâ— that 's one of thee and mee And meeke to make me let me euer minde I am nought haue nought know nought nought can do And nought desire nor seâ—ke but Grace to finde to loue thee highly and be lowly too Then make me rich in Soule and poore in spirit rich in good deeds and yet most poore in thought When I doe best to weene I worst doe merâ—â— and when most good to thinke I am most nought So by the By-path that but Fooles doe finde of true Simplicitie that 's iust and free To runne to Thee and leaue the World behinde to thinke me mad for running so to Thee But let me so be still besides my selfe and still besides the Way the World doth roame Though it with Flowers be strowde and pau'd 〈…〉 yet set me flie it in my hying home The Heau'n-rapt Saint was so himselfe beside for hee all eartly Dainties held as Doung And while as mad the most did him deride he went to Thee a narrow way and long Nay thou thy selfe dear Lord that all dost schoole because thou didst elect this Way to goe And that reiect attir'd wast like a Foole and so esteem'd then let me foole it so But hide my life in thee so shall I liue a light to all that walke in wayward moode For them thou hid'st that good example giue from eu'ry Ill then let me giue this good But when I giue it let me thinke I giue the good thou gau'st for all good gifts are thine So shall I rightly thinke while â—o I liue and all the praise thereof to thee resigne So let me doe and thinke so shall I gaine True Vnitie with thee in Ioy and Paine The Sinner in great sorrow for Sinne relyeth on God for grace and comfort ON thy help Lord I relye then poore I Perish must if thou restraine it O then stretch thy helping-hand or command That I may with speede obtaine it For as one forgotten quite out of sight I forlorne in sorrow languish Help ô help me then with speede for I feed As on Bread on nought but Anguish If I sinne I sigh therefore and deplore That I haue in ought offended Yea my Soule doth waste with woe sith I know Sinne doth marre what Thâ—â—s hast mended Faine I would then cease to sinne and beginne Now to liue as thou hast willed But if by Thee that didst fire that desire It be not of me fulfilled I at best but well shall will doing ill Then I shall for it be vexed So shall I but sinne and grieue while I liue And in Conscience be perplexed It is tedious to my Sp'rit day and night Thus to sinne then pine in passion For being staid yet still to fall is no small Signe of death or reprobation Help then help me Lord lest I doubtfull dye Make my sorrowes passe my sinning That I may so cease to sinne so to winne Better end then my beginning For in sinne conceiu'd I was so alas Sinnefull am sith so conceiued Then of force sith I am such doe not grutch I should be to Grace receiued With more griefe my Sinne I wound than I found Pleasure in the sinne committing O then let my sorrowes still sinning kill While thy Graces vs be knitting Blessed God then make me grieue while I liue For my grieuing thee so blessed Let my Teares still quench the fire of thine Ire Till I be of Grace possessed So shall I to shunne thy wrath tread the Path Of thy Biddings till my dying Or on winges of Loues desire still aspire To thee then ô take me flying The Sinner acknowledging repugnant desires in himselfe desireth to be enabled to performe his good desires I Would be thine and I would haue thee mine deare Lord and yet I crosse mine owne desires For still I sinne then cannot I be thine yet faine I would with thee be still entire Then I desire what my desires resist ô strange repugnance would I thee enioy And yet in that which seuers vs persist then my desires doe my desires destroy True Lord how euer false this seemes to be it false but seemes but it 's too true herein For my poore Soule would nothing more then thee and yet my Soule doth
nothing more then sinne Lord help me in this strange extremitie of crosse desires which in my Soule are found My Will is bound to Sinne but would be free then if it would how should my Will be bound Were it my Flesh alone desir'd to sinne my Soule resisting t' were not so amisse Such crosse desires in thy best Saints haue bin but in my Soule my Sinne conceiued is And yet shee 's barraine gauly and impure of emptinesse not emptie and thereby A soulelesse Soule so lifelesse doth endure yet liues in Death because she cannot dye Then empt mine empty Soule for Sinne doth fill with nought but vacuum her capatious thought For Sinne is nothing sith thou mad'st not Ill without whom nought was made then empt this nought For t is that Law though nought that still rebels against both grace and natures Gouernment This lawlesse Law my members still compels to bowe as Sinnes vnrighteous Rule is bent Lord I beleeue yet help mine vnbeliefe and well doe will yet better my desire Cure thou the Wound my Will receiu'd in chiefe through Adams Fall and make our Wils entire Giue me both Will and Pow'r to doe thy Will and let me neither haue to crosse the same For when I see my Will would thine fulfill yet doth it not I pine with griefe and shame I cannot will aright but right resist without thy grace preuent my crooked will And willing well without thy grace assist I cannot for my bloud my will fulfill So thy preuenting and assisting grace makes my Will worke for of my selfe I am So fraile by nature and so beastly base that my best thoghts are more then much too blame Then let thy Grace my wayward Will preuent and helpe me to performe it so preuented Yea make my thoughts and deedes most innocent else let me ioy in nought but them lamented Nay make my Heart deare Lord so apt to waile That it may weepe when I to weepe doe faile The Sinner desireth not to be as he is but as he ought to be TO be all nought is nought at all to be and to be sinfull still is to be nought Yet Sinners ARE though dead in sinne we see as Men ARE though they are not as thy ought Deliuer me deare Lord from being such such being take from me that sinfull is For better nothing be then be so much because so much is more then most amisse Then let me be not as I am but what I ought to Be or take me as I am Take me to Thee and then I will be that I ought to be thine owne in Deed and Name For then I am when I am wholy thine But I am not while I am Sinnes or Mine In respect of the breuitie and vncertaintie of mortall life the Sinner desires grace in time to prepare for Death MY stupid Soule now recollect thy pow'rs weigh in Iudgements Scales thy present state Thou in thy Iaile my Flesh but some few howres hast now to stay by nature neere her date My Pilgrimage is almost past ô then it thee behooues to looke with stedfast eyes Towards thy Countrey Home of Happy-men least ere thou looke in straying pathes thou dye Now faints my force my sense impaires my flesh like wither'd fruit now falleth with each breath Some Birds o'er-aged doe their youth refresh but Man growne Twâ—-childe is at doore of death The Young-man may dye quickely but the Olde can not liue long misse-haps may wracke the one But nought in Arte or Nature long can hold the other here for they are almost gone Then if green yeers should somtimes mind the graue the Gray must still that there are with a breath For Age to Death is but the Gally-slaue that on a moments fluxe whafts life to death To serue the World although I able were small cause haue I to will it sith it is The ground which nought but ranckest Ils doth beare and where men most esteemed are most amisse I long haue cultur'd this but flinty-field which yeelds but Crops of Cares Woes wrongs and spight Yeelding the more annoy the more they yeeld whose very Ioyes are Tares that pine the Spright Then it is time to change by heauenly Arte the thriftlesse course of so course Husbandry And with Remorse to furrow vp my Heart melting the Clods with teares that are too dry And so to sow Loues seedes that faire encrease to fat the Soule in vertue till shee melt In flames of Charitie till Faith doth cease to giue more taste of heauenly pleasures selt And sith my Spring is spent my Summer past and to the Fall of leafe my Tyme arriues Nay sith his frost Time on my Head hath cast I must prepare for cold that life depriues My negligence hath made sinnes Earth my Heart to yeeld but poysonous Weeds of thoughts impure Which doe but bane my Soule and get the start of Vertue in their growth by Customes pow'r Meane while my flesh with heat of youth bloud hath shrunke from cherishing their root yet lo The Marrow of my Bones doth yeeld them foode so thogh I shrink they through that compost grow And as one tost at Sea with Stormes and feares makes little way though much he be turmoild So he in vice that past hath many yeeres hath had long time but life as short as soild For Life is measur'd by the good we doe not dayes we spend sith some by many dayes Get many Deaths as some haue come vnto Eternall Life by short Life spent with praise What is a Soulelesse Body but a Clod and what 's the Soule without her cause and life But quicke to Sinne and dead to Grace and God Hell to it selfe selfe-Hell or Hell of strife He is the Way besides which all are wide the Truth against which all in errour dwell The Life without which all in death abide in whom to be is onely to be well O then deare Lord let me beginne to liue now in my dying though hard late it be Yet better late then neuer to reuiue me dead in sinne by mortifying me It 's hard I grant that after life's neere spent in mortall Sinne immortall life t' expect Yet Lord how euer late let me repent while Aire I breathe and doe it not reiect Yet Loue must cause remorse and hate of Sinne for true contrition which true life dorh giue Is caus'd by Loue sith we so bad haue beene t' a God so good that di'd to make vs liue Then loue my Soule for no ends but thine END By-purposes are purposelesse for ONE That knowes all Hearts Remorse doth but offend that is not for his Loue conceiu'd alone Then to be truely contrite hard it is sith it respects but Loue that Grace allures Whereof in but a scruple if we misse it 's but Attrition which lesse Grace procures O Death how sowre is thy rememberance to him whose Soule is swolne with sweetest Sinne And hath thereof a feeling I perchance haue so in shew but more
Gods Note-Booke cleane are crost Whose sins are couer'd so with Clemencie that they are hid so seeme they to be lost And blest is he to whom the God of Grace imputes no Sinne for so he shall be cleare How e'er defil'd and in whose sp'rit no base deceit shall once so much as but appeare For while I held my peace that caus'd my Warre for Death with Silence in such passion striues My bodies Props my Bones consumed are while all the day I grone in Sorrowes Giues For day and night thy Hand great God doth lye like Lead vpon my weaknesse who haue bin Conuerted into selfe Calamitie whiles the Thorne prickt me or my stinging sin But lo my faults to thee I haue reueal'd haue not clockt my crimes which thou dost hide But I confesse those Sinnes thou hast conceal'd sith my misdeedes shall so be iustifide Thus shall each pious person pray to thee in fitting time yer Mercies Gate be sparr'd But when the Inundations swelling be of many Waters they from Him are barr'd My fence ô Lord lies onely in thy Hands when troubles me assaile with fiercest woe Then ô preserue me from the impious Bands that me inclose in death to close me so I will saist thou deare Sweete instruct thee still and guide thee in thy way ô homed Words Thine Eye thou saist shall me defend from ill and watch to guard me from my foe-mens Swords Then be ô be not like an Horse or Mule that are as rude as vnintelligent Lord bridle them thy Snafle will not rule till they be rul'd or else be made repent The Plagues are great most great and manifold that doe the Sinner euermore attend But who with Hands oâ— Hope on God layes hold his boundlesse Mercy him will comprehend In Him therefore yee Righteous still be glad for he in Griefe still glads the righteous Soule Exult all ye that for your Sinnes are sad and all true Hearts that stoupe to his controule To God the Father glory be therefore and to the Sonne and their coequall Spirit As it was is and shall be euermore World without end for they are infinite Domine ne in furore Psal. 38. Dauid lying sicke of some grieuous disease acknowledgeth himselfe to be chastised of God for his sinnes and therefore prayeth God to turne away his wrath He vttereth the greatnesse of his griefes by many words and circumstances as wounded with the arrowes of Gods ire forsaken of his friends â—uill intreated of his enemies But in the end with firme confidence he commendeth his cause to God and hopeth for speedy help at his hand LOrd checke me not vntill thy rage be past nor chastise me in thine incensâ—d â—re For in my Flesh thy Shafts are fixed fast and thy Hand quels me that would faine aspire Thy Wrath hath fill'd my Flesh with all annoy for Sinne 's the sore the salue sore-sicknesse is And in my bones I can no rest enioy because their Marrow them hath mou'd amisse For mine ambitious Sinnes climbe o'er my Head and as a breake-necke Burden me oppresse My wounds which they haue made with filth are fed and ranckled sore through my worse foolishnesse I am made crooked vnderneath this loade deform'd and wretched yea it breakes my backe So all the day with griefe I make aboad or mourning goe as those that comfort lacke For ah my Ioynes that lodg'd but Sinne before now harbour nought but restlesse Malady No health is in my flesh for all is sore so sore that anguish makes me roaring cry But Lord thou know'st the Summe of my desires because my Plaints still tell it in thine eares My Heart is vext my strength from me retires nay more mine Eyes are blinded with my teares My friends in shew when thou didst fauour me like foes in deed now me poore me withstand Nay those in bloud that were my neerest be now furthest off and lend nor heart nor hand And they that seeke my life lay Traps to take that life or at the least me to vndoe And but of guile and spoile they euer speake and put in practise what they speake of too But I poore I as deafe would nothing heare for poore Soules must not hear what must offend And as one dumbe I still my selfe did beare that gaue no more reproofes then eare did lend Yet is my hope in thee that hearest all my sighes and grones sith they increase for Sinne. Then let mine Enemies ne'er see my fall who when I doe but trip triumph therein I am at point to perish and my Woes and cause thereof I euer beare in minde For I with griefe confesse mine ouerthrowes that lost thy Grace which now I seeke to finde But still my Foes doe liue and strong are made strong in their friends their places purse and armes And they that hate me causelesse and inuade me forcelesse many be the more my harmes They monsters likewise that doe ill for good oppose me still sith goodnesse I ensue Then haste thee Lord to help me so withstood and leaue me not among this cursed crue To God the Father which we doe adore and to the Sonne and to their blessed Spirit All glory be as it was heretofore is and still shall be through Worlds infinite Miserere mei Deus Psal. 51. When Dauid was rebuked by the Prophet Nathan for his great offences he did not onely acknowledge the same to God with protestation of his naturall corruption and iniquitie but also left a memoriall thereof to his posteritie Therefore first he desireth God to forgiue his sinnes and to renue in him his holy Spirit with promise that he will not be vnmindfull of those great graces Finally fearing lest God would punish the whole Church for his fault he requireth that hee would rather increase his graces toward the same GReat God of Gods whose Mercy is as great haue mercy on me wretch whose Sin exceeds Yet after thy compassion so compleate wash out the blots of my too foule misdeedes O clense me from the filth of mine offence that ranckles in my Conscience all defilde With all that may depraue both Soule and Sense that purg'd I may to thee be reconcil'd For I acknowledge mine iniquitie sith still my Sinne 's the obiect of my sight And by the pow'r of mine impiety I wrong thy grace and still impugne thy Sp'rit Against thee onely I in sinne abide and done what doth condemne me in thy sight That in thy Words thou maist be iustifide and ouercome when thou art iudg'd vnright For nought but wickednesse prepar'd the way to my conception which to worse did passe Then ere I was I stood at sinfull stay and when I fell to Being worser was This Lord is true confessing which doth moue thy Grace to me thy Wisedome hid to show Then sprinckle me with Isop in thy Loue and so I shall be whiter farre than Snow Vnto mine Eares invred but to heare what Eares corrupts thou shalt but Ioy obiect So shall
yet so much as smiled on me No force sith I my selfe the better know and see the World while me it doth not see Feare they her frowns that care but for her fawnes I feare nor care for neyther being white With Cares and Feares for my Graue open yawnes to swallow me to saue me from her spight Enough great Lord my Proheme is a Feast whereat my Muse doth surfet with sowre-sweetes Hard to receiue and harder to digest where loue and rashnesse Rime and Reason meetes But if they meet with Griefe that meets with thee I grieue with ioy for thou art fast and free A Dumpe or Swans-song ALl in a gloomy shade of Sicamour that did his leaues extend like Shields to beare The Beames of Phebus darted in his pow'r at those that vnderneath them shrowded were I me reposed while my Thoughts did range here there eu'ry wher wher thoghts might roame So by their change at last my latest change became their Subiect with my latest Home And when with Trauell they themselues had tyr'd I likewise tir'd with life that stirr'd them too Thus flasht I out with sacred fury fir'd and my thoughts Bottome thus did I vndoe Why long I longer here to liue in death for life if mortall dyeth all the while Be'ing but a puffe but of the weakest Breath yet blowes me Weakenesse into strong Exile As soone as borne was I condemn'd to dye since when Time hath but executed me Yet life prolongs in dying misery so yet I am as those that dying be To him that gaue me life a death I owe which sith I can I must and shall repay His Powr's as great to take as to bestow then will I pay him though I quite decay I dead in Sinne his onely Sonne he slew to please his Iustice and to make me liue Sith me he bought I le giue him then his due which had I haue much more then that I giue Death soone will rid me from this lifes annoyes Annoyes that nought can rid saue death from life And put me in possession of those Ioyes that are as farre from end as free from strife And wer 't not madnesse to repine that I had not had life when Eue did Adam wiue Then t is but all alike to liue and dye as t is Not to haue liu'd and not to liue Then life IS not that not immortall is for mortall life is but Deaths other name Nor is that Blisse that is not fearelesse Blisse nor glory that is subiect still to shame The Dayes of Heau'n are datelesse sith the Sunne that makes them such doth neither set nor rise But stands as it shall doth and still hath done fixt in the Noone-stead of ETERNITIES Here one 's the ruine of another Day while like a ne'er-suffized Graue the Night Doth bury both in silence yet doth prey vpon them both till both play least in sight Death is the dore of life so would I liue then through this dore to life I needes must goe For through this dore Death LIFE it selfe did driue then sith LIFE dide for life I must doe so Two onely had the priuiledge to wend another way to life that mortals were But t was in firy Charets to this end that Fire should flesh refine yer it came there There where all ioyes vnited are of force for force vnited stronger makes the same The spirit and flesh both rauisht to diuorce and melt their pow'rs in loues eternall flame What Lets shall let me then from Paradise Mountaines of Gold and Rockes of rarest stone Crossing my Way I trampling will dispise if thither Hope but goe with me alone This WORLD 's a Vale that ceaseles teares do spoile and make it so a Bog or lothsome Lake Then who but Swine that pleasure take in Soile will here if they can choose abiding make Heau'n is my Home the HIGH'ST my Father is his SONNE my Brother Angels are my Friends Then while from Them I am I am amisse and lightly misse the Meanes to so good Ends. My Body 's but the Prison of my Soule which straits her more the more that Prison's free Time 's but the Rocke that vp my Life doth rowle and Earth the Place where Heau'n spinnes it me Here must I fight till Death for endlesse Life The Chariot of my Triumph then is Death Then as I would be free from endlesse strife to mount this Chariot I must spend my Breath The ground whereon I tread's the ground of Grieâ—e so that each step doth grieue me for it is A Sanguine-field that beareth Hurts in chiefe crost with sinister-bends and All amisse Then here to bee amisse is to be borne in Dolors Field to eu'ry foule Disgrace O Death then help my Soules house to adorne and let thine Armes be mine for lifes are base Am I not durt and dust then maruell is 't if I but with a thought be that or this A shadow by some substance doth subsist but all my substance but a shadow is The Sunne doth rise and set the Moone doth hold a constant course in most vnconstant state The Earth now quick with heate then dead with cold doth shew their plight that It preambulate Then ô yee Saints whose Bellies being rife with Waters both of life and grace be yee Pure Aquaducts by life to bring me life from the Well-head that fill may you and mee The Graue though wide it gape dismayes me not sith t is the Gate of glory rest and peace And though therein my mortall Part must rot yet thence it springs with much more faire encrease If the last breath we call our Bodyes death then may we call the other Breathings deaths Sith Life and death doe come and goe with Breath we haue as many deaths as we haue breaths Yet twixt this life and that we death doe call this ods there is while life doth last we dye But when Death comes we die no more but shall by dying well liue well immortally O then looke how the Labourer for Night the Pilot for the Port and for the Inne The Poast doth long so doth my tired spright by death still long for Life and rest therein Death is my Hope than feare not I his knife Feare is his Sting but Hope hath puld it out The mortall'st Wounds immortall make my life then better dye in Hope then liue in Doubt If Death be painfull then is paine sustain'd before or at the Article of Death But not before for then but thought is pain'd and at the instant it 's but rest of breath So that in Death is rest without disease then Death be kinde and rest my life in thee While others that doe cast such summes as these these Cyphers summe decyph'ring thee and mee And Cyphers cast lifes Cyphers to and fro that I their number seene may multiply Take nought from Nought nought remaines so the summe of All is lesse then vanitie Cyphers not Numbers call I them because they runne sans number roundly
my Vocation most did moue but that that Iustifide me past the rest The gift of Glory still to Saints assign'd is great so great that none may greater be Yet to be iustified is in his kinde as great a gift and no lesse laudeth thee To make Men iust that are in sinfull case is more then to make iust Men glorious Sith greater ods there is twixt Sinn and Grace then is twixt Grace and Glory God and Vs. My Making and Redemption had but made m'excuse the lesse and my Damnation more Except my Soule thou hadst made iustly glad in iustifying me that sinned sore Whiles therefore on these things I meditate my Soule entranced lies as if she were No more my Senses or my bodies Mate but were transform'd to Admiration here What shall I render Lord ô how shall I remunerate ô that can ne'er be done Or how shall I but praise thee worthily but such praise doth my pow'r no lesse out-runne O that the Organs of my Soule were such as with thy praise they Heau'n and Earth might fill I would therein reioyce much more then much but Lord accept the freedome of my Will For could it make thee more then what thou art thogh more cannot be wisht much lesse conceiu'd I would performe a right Well-willers part and make thee what it could for Grace receiu'd Then let my Will be aided by thy Might That Will in Deed may praise thy Name aright Of Gods vnutterable Being with desire of the Soule to be swallowed vp with the loue of his Maiestie O Past-beginning and immortall Sp'rit eternall and incomprehensible Incircumscrib'd in Maiestie and Might seene all in All yet most insensible Immutable impassible most iust inscrutable in mercy most compleate From whom they came and vnto whom they must that doe beleeue thou art as good as great Who by thy ne'er-too-much applauded Word hast framed whatsoe'er created is One blessed TRINITIE in true accord of perfect Vnitie and boundlesse blisse If that great Patriarcke Father of the Iust who albeit thou deign'dst to call thy Friend Yet in respect He Ashes was and Dust did feare to speake to Thee that Eare did lend Nay if the highest Orders of those Sprights that in thy presence burne through loue of thee Dare not vpon thine Essence fixe their sights lest they through glory should confounded be If these so pure so deare so holy Ones so fearefull are to speake or looke on thee Who albeit they sit themselues on Thrones yet in thy sight through loue so awfull be How shall a Shorelesse Sea of Misery a Sincke of Sinne a Sacke of filthiest dung All which ah woe therefore deare Lord am I once dare to thee to stirre or Eye or Tongue But sith sweet Lord I can no way obtaine that awfull reu'rence which is due to thee Vnlesse mine Eyes still fixt on thee remaine and made amazed with thy Maiestie Vouchsafe me leaue dread God vouchsafe me leaue to lift mine Eyes vnto thy Throne of Grace O let thy brightnesse mine Eyes splendor giue and blinde them not that long to see thy Face I see dread Lord thou onely thou art Hee that dost transcend our vnderstandings reach And yet by vnderstanding well I see they see thee best to whom thy beames doe stretch Then ô most bright faire wise kinde liberall most stable simple subtile gracious Secret yet knowne vnscene yet seeing All vnmou'd yet mouing in rest making vs Whom Latitudes dilate nor Bounds restraine Varietie doth change nor Passions moue Rest makes not idle nor Worke puts to paine who art not hurt by Hate nor holp by Loue. From whom Obliuion nothing can detract to whom Remembrance can as little adde Who art Dilated most yet most Compact not grieu'd in Sorrow nor in Solace glad To whom there 's nothing past much lesse to come sith Time and Place still present be with thee Of all this All thou art the totall Summe beyond which nothing is much lesse can be For th' art in all things yet art not included but yet in all things art thou by sufficing Thou art without all yet art not excluded but without all things thou art by comprising Th' art vnder All yet subiect vnto none but vnder All that All might rest on thee And farre aboue All yet not proud thereon but All aboue that All might gouern'd be Perfect in All in none deficient Great without bounds Good without compare Present in each Place yet in no Place pent yet whole in All and parts in All that are In Pow'r and Wisedome most-most infinite in Counsaile wonderfull in Iudgement iust Secret in thoughts in word and Promise right glorious in Deedes which glorifie our Dust Past all extent thy Loue doth farre extend whose Mercie 's more then most indefinite Thy Patience more than Pow'r can comprehend because it is no lesse then is thy Might What shall I say great-good good-great-great Lord I feare in these my Words I doe offend To seeme to circumscribe thee in a Word that art without all measure meane or end Thou art ô sacred Sp'rits Angelicall that haue fruition of Him face to face Lend me a Name by which I Him may call and may expresse some measure of his Grace Thou art too great for GREATNES ne'er so GREAT and far too good for GOODNES e'er so GOOD Who were it possible art more compleate in GOODNESSE then thine owne Trin-vnion-hood Yet thou thou nameles Good who thogh thus great dost bid vs seeke thee for who seeketh findes Who though not to be seene vpon thy Seate yet sitt'st thou seene in Eyes of humble Mindes Thou thou art He whom to forsake is death and for whom life to leaue is life alone In whom to breathe is to breathe blessed Breath and for whom to contend is Vnion No man fosakes thee but the forlorne Foole and no one seekes thee but whom thou dost seeke Nor none can find thee but whom thou dost schoole thou school'st none but whom thy Lessons like What should I say of thee or how shall I thy Goodnesse praise how shall I celebrate The glory of thy back parts Maiestie though ne'er so much thou it extenuate I le say as those whom thou taugh'st what to say thou measurest the Waters with thine Hand Vpon thy Palme thou dost the Heau'ns weigh and on thy Finger all the Earth doth stand Thou art that Ancient ancienter then Dayes whose Throne is like a bright ay-burning Flame The Wheeles wherof like Fire that Sparks doth raise vpon whose Thigh is writ a glorious Name Thy Body like a beaming Chrisolite thy Face like Lightning thine Eyes Lampes of Fire Thine Armes Feete like Brasse all burnisht bright thy Voyce like Thunder but It soundeth high'r A fiery Streame still floweth from thy Throne a thousand thousand minister to thee Ten thousand thousand waite on thee alone and Millions by the Thousands ready be Who with a Beck nay lesse but with a Thought rul'st Heau'n and Earth according to thy Will