Jewry All that doe ill are like to taste my fury Now sinner speake for righteous made thou art Not by thy workes in Christ thou hast a part Life stay a while a little silent be Then thou shalt speak and none shal hinder thee The Information against sinne in generall Sinne was at first where Angels now do dwell There ventred sin brought some down to hel When thou hadst man made with thy blessed hād And for his sake had'st blessed all the Land The best of earth in place of Paradice Thou did'st man set and set on him a price There he had then all things at his command The fiercest creatures then upon him faun'd This Tyrant did a breach soone after make Thou cursed'st man and all things for his sake Then thrust he was from Paradice so sweet The earth being curst so justice thought it meete All fishe and fowle then kept far of a lowring The beasts untam'd and so became devouring Sin was the cause Cain did his brother kill Poore Innocent Lord 't was against thy will And did not sin those native tongues confound And Babels building levell with the ground So 't was for sin God drowned all the earth A monstrous wombe brings an untimely birth When fire on Sodom and those goodly Cities Fellt was for sinne wast not a thousand pities Nay thouthine owne deliveredst by thy hand Captives to be within a Heathen land For sin and there a long time were in paine Till thou in mercy brought'st them backe againe Nay Christ himselfe when he a suretie came For man then sin caus'd him to be are the blame A sinner he was though this seemeth strange T was not his owne yet made his by exchange And t was for sinne thon didst prepare a hell Where sinne must be and all that love it well The Information against sinne for his particular Now for my selfe the greevance that I nd For ever doth torment me in my mind And drawes me on to serve my cursed will Sometimes to one sometimes to other ill From doing good he hinders me and when He cannot thus prevaile with me O then He strives to bring upon me other things Cares of this world which armed are with stings If to my dutie constant I abide Then hee doth seek to puffe me up with pride At every turne for me he layes a baite And ever for to catch mee lies in wait And if hee catch mee he is well I sick If he do not hee hath an other trick He tells me vengeance is for my reward The Lord my service doth no whit regard And fils my Conscience with such horrid store Of thoughts despayring as I said before Hee 'd make me frame such hard conceits of thee That thou no mercie hast in store for me This is so bad nay worse then all that 's past For to sorsake thy mercy at the laft Now Lord I pray thee thinke upon this case And root out sin quite from mans living race For this is true thou know'st it all full well Of all these things thy blessed Saints can tell The truth of this I know sinne doth defie it Put sinne aside no creaturne can deny it Sinne begins and railes at the person He is confin'd to the charge What canst thou say these things are too too bad Beleeve them not this Rascall he is mad 'T is not my sleights my person 't is he hates He speakes in grosse and like a Parret prates As bad himselfe in heart though faire in shew With flatt'ring words he cheateth not a few His life was base and vile t was knowne ful wel I saw such things I am asham'd to tell What sin grow modest now so doth the Devill This worse then bad doth still increase thy evill Thou dost blaspheme seeing I this man do take To mercie and resolve him blest to make Dost thinke that I do not man search within That I need thee to agravate his sin Speake to the case or else hold still thy tongue He hurts thee not but thou dost him the wrong Sinnes defence for him selfe Thou knowest I am allmost as old as time And yet I am but comming to my prime I for thy Justice did prepare a place When none was found t is not a doubtfull case And what I doe I doe it by permission And to thy will I ever yeeld submission I trie the good and make the badd appeare The world may know who doththee love fear In doing that which I am bidde to doe But when t is done should I be guilty too I am a king and hold it in disgrace To be arraing'd thus in an open place Being so belov'd almost of every wight Except some few which owe to me a spite The most of which are weake or else are poore And sometimes such that goe from dore to dore My labour 's free I never yet had pay I of my stocke do spend still to this day But what I doe I doe it by perswasion Not by constraint when I doe make invasion Some of the best their weaknesse glòry in Infirmities what are they else but sin Nay sin in thine doth worke still for the best And through their trouble enter they to rest Sin thou forgivest sinners with thee abide And so by me thy mercies magnified Hee craves leave for his witnesses to speake Now let these speake which I have cald to be My witnesses for they will stand for me Now all are here let Ignorance be first The second hee that for redd earth doth thirst The third the man that 's overcome with Lust The fourth be Pride they speak will what is just Leave is Granted T is very like my Iustice will be knowne To thee and them when you are all orethrowne Come let them speake in this thou hast thy will Although I know t will nothing be but ill Old clownish Ignorance speakes first hee is silenc'd I hard my vather zay that God dud make A leeving mon his pleazar vor to take Above oll things himzelf he shood zarve vurst On that Belzebub woule wos accurst I know no harme of all that zin ere did me I ready wos to doe what ere zin bid me Ichave him knowne omost a hunderd yeere And never to this day put me in feare Now be metroth I leek him passing well He dos oll good vor ought thot I con tell Chamzure when I am zad he makes me merry Zhaks of my dumps makes me zing downdere Chave knowne zomtimes when I was very zick Zin made me well and zhowd zome pretty trick In oldorn times when zin was more regarded Our lond by him was better then rewarded Now every boy zeems wizer than his Vather And to be poor tho rich by zin tha'd rather Twaz ne'r good world zēse we had zo much preaching Vor zin goes down on beardles boies stās teaching Who ere zaw noddies zhow themselves zo mad To vexe umzelves whon pease they mout a had Chaue zonns
my selfe if they zo wise do prove To vollow zuch they zoone shood lees my love Pray let him goe agen withuz to dwell C ham zure ould vokes woll leek it vary well Come hold thy tongu thy vilenesmaks me grutch Another speak for thou hast spoke too much Covetousnesse the second Sin liv'd with me as I may say while now He made me rich I le not relate it how I car'd it faire none could in me espie A noted fault to say black is thy eye My Gold I got by sinne doth my heart cherish And helpes at need when other helps do perish I ne'r knew griefe that sin upon me brought Letthem have grief for me that for grief sought I gaine by sin give loosers leave to prate Wer 't not for sin I 'had nere got this estate If sin do good why should he suffer bad Let sin have that as formerly he had To stand for sin I hold it my best part If sin goe downe alas 't will kill my heart What he did promise me he also paid And what is false his enemie hath said Pray free him now or else I must restore My goods ill got I have done I l'e say no more Wanton Lust the Third I am sorry now to see sin at the barr What is the cause this man proceeds so farre Sin ever did with pleasure much delight me When all things else did seeke still to affright me Sin was to me still full of pleasing straines In my esteeme my pleasure is my gaines Say what you will these tricks of youth all must Agree to me and will fulfill their lust Man is not made of all to take direction Nor like a stock to be without affection Sin shewes me beautie kindles my desire And then those sparkes come to a flaming fire When many cares and feares upon me stay Sins pleasant objects drive them all away Sin 's such a thing as brings to no man strife Sin is so sweet I love it as my life Let sin be quit for he is good and kind Speake brother Pride for I have spoke my mind Pride the fourth I never knew but Sinne went bravely drest And ever did accompany the best He went along so gracefull in the street He joy'd my heart when once I did sinne meet To all his friends observing time and place He 'd be most free or else he held it base At any feast or any meeting then He tooke his place above all other men He spake so much and in such lofty straines That all might see he had not shallow braines Himselfe behav'd with such great Majesty That each man did upon him cast his eye And by his lookes he seem'd both grave and wise Poore silly men alwayes he did despise He scorn'd to be a servant unto any But like a Lord he sought to rule ore many He slights advice his owne wayes like him best Once crosse his will he cannot take his rest He ore his equals us'd to domineere And his inferiours alwayes kept in feare He hated all that would not to him bend And turnes his foe though first a seeming friend If he be once in place of Justice set He 'd tyrannize or otherwise would fret In lower place if that he chanc't to be He would contemne and curse his misetie And if that men would not his counsell take Hee 'd cast them off and varlets of them make If one in parts did but before him goe Then most of all hee proved his deadly foe And all of whom he gets the upper hand He keeps them down and binds them in his band All this and more like things do call sin Father Sin is in hold that hee were free I d'e rather Hee s now by one that lou'd him once betraid Hee 's now in feare of him he made afraid He hath been bold but now he seemes to quake I hope thou wilt some pity on him take Shall hee prevaile ore sin when sin is stronger For he hates sin when he can sin no longer A generall speech rejecting sinnes witnesses with a command for a reply Now sinne hath spoke and all that for him stand This will not doe to free him from my hand His witnesses sinne have discovered cleare Though bad before now worse it doth appeare And they themselves for standing on his side Will vile appeare for they shall now be tride Speake man thy mind in making thy reply Lay home the truth that no man can deny A Reply against sins defence particularly What is thy age or what doth it availe I'ts nothing worth when goodnes doth men fail It doth increase and bring Gods wrath apace And for thy age makes thee in worser case T wa's notthy mind that god should have the praise Pretending right thou intend'st wicked waies God needs not sinne for to set forth his glory Nor any thing of all thy sinfull story This wicked way that thou proceedest in Thou makest God the author of thy sin God ne're approves thee nor thy sinfull acts He made his lawe to damne thy cursed facts Thou dost oppose Gods will with all thy might To yeeld to his law is against thee quite T is not to trie thou meanst but to destroy All living men thou seek'st still to annoy Good men thou dost so hamper with thy snares And thou the bad bring'st to eternall cares Thou lying wretch doth God cōmand thee evil Then damn thee for 't thou hast it from the devill Thou art a King if so I may beleeve thee And shame with men it seemes doth now much greeve thee No shame before thou other bring'st to shame Why should'st thou not beare now the greatest blame Mē do thee love their love wil turn to hate Thy friendship doth make way still for debate The poore and weake that do oppose thy way Will be too strong for thee as thou shalt say Thy labours which were alwaies freely bent Were better spar'd then they should 〈…〉 be spent What is thy stock but cursed porsonous store Still as thou spendst increasing more and more Thou dost none force but with thy subtil gins Thou hid'st the soure shew'st the sweet ossins But if he will not yeeld unto thy will Thou tri'est thy power his soul with wrath to fil For those that in their weaknes made their boast T was when that sin was by Gods power crost Which did through weaknes overcome thy strength And over sathā did triumph at lēgth What good doth come by sin sin nought intends 'T is Gods event sin seekes for cursed ends One trouble still thou bring'st upon an other If one be gone thou bring'st in many other If any rest comes from Gods blessed hand Then thou in malice dost against it stand Whē God in mercy doth forgive mās sin With doubts cares feares thou fill'st his heart within Although Gods grace be thus exalted high To save poore soules that under sin did lye This and all good is farre from thy intent Gods goodnesse that brings
jealous of thy knowledge when Its flesh in thee that pleads for ease Grace sinne resists though now and then It takes delight in friendly mirth His name 's not graven in the earth 24. Be ever low in thy conceit Of all be willing still to learne Though sinne for thee doe lay his baire Thou shalt through wisedome it discerne The lower men themselves doe deeme The higher God doth them esteeme 25. Though sinne doe vexe thee thou maist make Such use t' accomplish thy desires Though here it make thy heart to ake Thou shalt rejoyce when life expires The sower of sinne makes heaven sweet Long'd for the more God thinks it meet 26. Above the world free from sinnes reach Live still no hurt then comes to thee So from experience thou shalt teach Thy soule to keepe from miserie The sense of Gods love shall possesse The heart with heavens happinesse 27. Be fruitfull in the worke of grace On heaven ever set thy minde Deny thy worke in any case To all that 's good be thou inclin'd Of what thou hast or dost give praise To God that strengthens thee alwayes 28. Thinke 't is not long that thou shalt here Be so perplexed with sins ill Thy glorious conquest shall appeare If thou against sinne bend thy will If thou Gods glory dost intend Thy joyes shall be world without end 29. The more thou dost make warre with sinne The more thou sett'st Gods glory forth So thou shalt have true peace within And joy more than the world is worth Mad men and fooles alone forsake Gods counsell they part with sinne take 30. Commit thy selfe with thy successe To God and pray still for his aide He 'll give a sweet and full redresse To all thy griefes be not afraid Let feare and shame seaze on all those That hold with sinne to God they 'r foes 31. Remember still that by Gods power Sinne is restrain'd and bounded so He cannot hurt much lesse devoure Vnlesse the Lord doe bid him goe Keepe in with God and love him still Sinne workes thee good though he be ill 32. It is not sinne but sinne belov'd That cuts thee off from saving grace For what thou dost God is not mov'd To give to thee a dwelling place In heaven no 't is mercies store Laid up in Christ for millions more 33. Christ was on purpose sent to earth To free us from sins cursed sting And to destroy that monstrous birth That he might freedome to us bring Sinnes workes as for so in all those That with consent unto him close 34. If guilt of sinne doe once but looke Or stare thee in the face O then Beleeve that Christ when flesh he tooke 'T was to redeeme poore sinfull men From feare and wrath and power of hell They might in heaven with him dwell 35. If thou canst finde no blessed store Nor grace appeares unto thy sight Then thinke what thou hast felt before In darknesse thou must have some light Experience past will helpe at need Though fruit be spent thou maist have seed 36. If nothing of that store remaines Nor seed yet Christs owne work doth stay And with returne the soule constraines That from him he 'll not part away Though comfort here we can see none 'T is best to trust in him alone 37. Sinne at the last shall be destroy'd And cast into the darksome pit Although he hath thee so annoid His time is short then thinke of it Though for a time he vexe thee sore Thou shalt be freed for evermore 38. And after long and many teares Thou shedst for sinne O then at last Thou ever shall be quit from feares Thy sorrowes all shall then be past No more of troubles thou shalt see Then if for sinne thou greeved be 39. And if thou hast sinne overthrowne And kept the faith with all thy might To all the world thou shalt be knowne And shalt receive in open sight Thy portion with the Saints above The fruits of Gods eternall love 40. That glory cannot be exprest By mortall men that are below But they that dwell above are blest They doe the heavenly beauty know Lord bring us thither for to see The glory of thy Majestie FINIS LUK. 21. 28. Lift up your heads for the day of your Redemption draweth nigh PHILIP 1. 21. For me to live is Christ and to die is gaine 1 THES 4. 16. The Dead in Christ shall rise first DIVINE POEMS Serious Directions and Instructions concerning Death Withall shewing who are unwilling to die and why As also who are willing and upon what conditions Concluding with heavenly Ejaculations 1. THough death be sentenc'd yet he still Remaines and will his freedome have While times doe last he 'l ever kill Mankinde and throw all in the grave That foe that shall be last destroy'd Is Death he makes all men afraid 2. When men looke on and see his face So pale and ghastly downe they sinke Then dreadfull darknesse takes its place And waites mans comming at pitts brinke Keepe company with wormes he must Till God doe raise him from the dust 3. This thing to Nature terror brings When man must leave his house though clay The comfort of all earthly things For sake he must his score then pay Then he that did not live to die Then dying dies eternally 4. The man that 's wicked dies before Death comes with horrour for his sinne That worme doth gnaw him very sore That lives in hell the soule within Death never comes but brings ill newes To all that love ill good refuse 5. Those that in honour wealth or ease Doe live they loth are to depart The thoughts of death doe not them please But death it selfe quite killes the heart A kinde of heaven they have here They would not change for worse they feare 6. He that is ignorant of good And lives by sense so like a bruit He 's never taken in that mood So fit for death to bring forth fruit This world he knowes no other he Knowes thinking death brings miserie 7. The man that 's weake in grace would stay A while to see the cloud of wrath Blow ore to see a glorious day That he of truth may see the path Though such are slighted in the land They are still on the mending hand 8. One that 's strong yet falles by sinne He would not die in that same case Vntill true peace he finde within By grace to live he begges a space Such cannot sinne so cheape nor sweet As fooles doe for they thinke it meet 9. For civill ends some would revive To gather and to give estates To children and to see them thrive And see him turne that counsell hates When they are dead alive may be Men live in their posteritie 10. Some higher ends have in their eyes They 'd see in Sion peace and rest Out live they would those fearfvll cries That thence are heard such ends are best To see the fall of Babels pride Then they would die
dwell Why should I live a melancholy life And lose the sweet of sinne to purchase strife I am not bound to any rich or poore Get what I can I le part with nere the more Unlesse it be to such as love sins hire Feare not the fable of eternall fire Good men and goodnesse I will still disgrace Ere I have done truth shall not shew her face I le be a refuge to the viler sort To jeere Religion shall be still my sport So I le goe on in sin without controule What dost thou mean speak thou immortal soul. A divine speech of the Soule to the bodie Why dost thou thus adde daily sinne to sinne Why dost thou gender horror thus within Why dost thou sell thy self wch once was bought With Christ his bloud for sin which brings thee nought Shame and confusion follow thee in hast All thy delights then quickly will be past Why wast thou made that thou dost thy indeavor Going about to purchase hell for ever Or what have I done that thou sell'st me quite For aye to dwell with everlasting night Wast thou not made to helpe and succour me Was I not made to teach and comfort thee Was not Gods Image stampt upon me when He breath'd me life as he did other men Why labor'st thou to make me like the devill Who can be lesse when he hath done so evill Thou art become a prison to me now And to be freed alas I know not how Open this prison that I must not doe By violence for that is sinfull too O that I had but freedome for to flie From this dunghill that doth upon me lie Then to the mountaine of eternall rest There would I live and dwell among the blest The speech of the Soule workes effectually bringing the Sinner to the brinke of despaire Alas poore soule thy lamentation greeves me Nothing I have of what sinne saith he gives me But horrid conscience with his dreadfull store Brings evils on me and these call for more Sin promis'd sweet the sowre comes in place And credit too and for it comes disgrace And to be rich but who so poore as I My wisedome is true folly I descrie Nothing of truth doth once from sin proceed Sin is untruth in thought in word and deed Thy painted face I doe defie and scorne Woe worth the timethat ever I was borne To make a league with thee the mouth of hell Where I ere long I feare must goe to dwell Every Creature brings report of vengeance When to the heavens I doe lift mine eye They all at once my sins so great defie And doe disdaine to smile upon me so I apprehend each one is turn'd my foe When I astorme or tempest see appeare My thoughts are troubled with perplexed feare The fiery storme that never will blow ore I thinke comes toward for me laid up in store I being foule or if the weather faire It shames me quite and fils me with despaire And if a Christian meet me I thinke then I shame the company of all such men If one as vile I note as I have beene He brings fresh torment such is seldome seene When in the streets I goe I feare some tile Will vengeance take on me that am so vile A beast I see at slaughter then I sorrow 'T is thine to day thinke I it 's mine tomorrow And when I eate or drinke I feare Gods hand With meate in mouth will cut me from the land The little Birds that lift their notes on high With pleasant tunes my foulnesse doe defie They free from care ten thousand on me waite They flye from snares sin takes me with its bait The earth I tread on murmures for to beare me All things upon 't with one consent do feare me And when it 's chopt me thinks it threats to swallow Me quicke for I still in my sin do wallow Of raine that falls to cause a pleasant crop I feare ere long to be deni'd one drop VVhen heapes of dust in pit's cast I think still All such as I th' infernall pit must fill VVhen I see men cut downe the tender grasse Then fearful thoughts within my breast do passe Thinking I see Times sithe that is sins hire To make me fewell for devouring fire When night draws on the day then draws away It 's like that night that never will decay That utter darknesse which in hell will be The thoughts of which adde to my miserie VVhen I put off my rayment then thinke I The wormes will come to supper by and by VVhen I lye downe in bed desiring sleepe My body hath no rest my soule doth weepe If slumber doth but once possesse mine eyes My cōscience calls for wrath for vengeance cries The starres that twinckle when I chance to see They seem to blush at my deformitie VVhen morning light appeareth to my sight I wish for wings to fit me for a flight Lest that should bring me naked on the stages And make me odions to all after ages Thus am I still afraid oftime and place And every thing my ruine brings a pace Help I have none the Lord he will not heare me For when I pray his angry lookes doe feare me Sathan stands by and claimes me for his owne Sin helpes me not by sin I 'm overthrowne Sinne failes of his promises and doomes the Sinner to miserie Now sin speaks truth that seldome truth doth tel I will thee helpe but 't shall be into hell What thou hast done I pray thee blame not me For what I ' ue done my office sets me free I am enabled by the devils power For to enlarge his kingdome every houre VVhy should not I thus promise much content Although the truth be far frō such event How would such fooles brought be to lust and pride Were not il things as good things beautified Thou car'dst for none who now doth care for thee Away be gone into thy miserie By Faith and Prayer hee claimes an interest in Gods mercie O Lord this horror justly falles upon me The rage of sinne and Sathan lies upon me And now I sincke for ever to the darke Eternall pit where hellish curres doe barke All comforts faile Lord if thou faile me too I am undone to make no more adoe Was never none restor'd that was so bad Was never none brought backe and mercy had Thy hand was up and yet thou did'st not strike Save me for I my former wayes dislike My sins are great greater thy mercies are My sins are many more thy mercies farre What though my sins exceed in weight measure Thou with a word canst ease me at thy pleasure My sinnes doe but as creatures sins appeare But mercie from a God frees men from feare VVhy did'st thou send thy son frō heaven to die But them to save that under wrath did lye And so to free from under Sathans band And to redeeme poore captives by his hand And I am one that in my sight am lost Seeke me