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Diuine epistles Dedicated. to right honble. & worthy guests inuited to ye nuptialls of the great Kings sonne. &c By Augustin. Taylor. preacher at Hawarden
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Taylor, Augustine.
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fixed firme and sure And shall in blis and endlesse time indure And empty stayes thy leasure come in time These lights below will quickly cease to shine Seeke those aboue and seeking thou shall find The ioyes and glory that 's for thee assign'd Vntill thou come to shew thou meanes to come Apply thy hand and tongue and be not dumbe Send dayly sacrifice thou ought to learne Earth should send thankes to heauen for each good turne It 's all I looke for therefore let me see Some signes of loue ascend from thee to mee And I 'll expect thy comming make it knowne Th' art wholy now thy owners not thy owne Let thy succeeding carriage be so good That by thy acts it may be vnderstood Who is thy Lord and let there be exprest In thee those things that fits a Princesse best From th'hauen of sorrowes to the heauen of blisse Vnto my holy hill from thine abisse Mount with the wings of loue and thou shall bee Partaker of my throne and royalue Let all the gracelesle nations grudge and tell To their great griefe the daughter of Israell Hath marri'd a Prince that euer-more shall raigne Her health and life and honor to maintaine Be not in loue with earth nor earthly things Though for a time th' art troubled with the stings Of death and sinne and hell for thy offences Yet there 's a campe wherein is none but Princes And ioy and blis and peace and to that place I will translate thee from thy life of grace Vnto my life of glory thy protecter Will giue thy head a crowne thy hand a scepter Thy mouth a song to sing truthes excellence Thy backe a robe as white as innocence Thy soule both life and comfort thou shall see More perfect absolute felicity In one dayes length in heauen then if thou were To liue on earth a king ten thousand yeare Thou couldst obtaine and therefore in a word To manifest how Paradise is stor'd As things beyond thy knowledge I will leaue I must conceale since thou cannot conceiue That thou mayst fully know them hast and come Millions of blessings waites thy welcome home FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord expressing her Gratitude A Spirituall legacy bequeathed to the protection of the Right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister in the Church of God LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes 1623. ⧠TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE FRANCIS CLIFFORD Ealre of Cumberland Lord CLIFFORD Westmerland and Vescy c. Most Noble REligion ioyn'd with valour lookes as well As a faire Diamond set in purest gold These man-like God-like parts in you excell And shall to after ages be inrold In leaues more lasting then the sheetes of brasse And in the fore-head of my diuine verse Your name with fame and honor forth shall passe Into all coasts of this faire vniuerse I do present to your inditious view The pistles 'twixt the Lambe and 's holy Bride A very proper present 't is for you That weares a sword to cause her deside Strike still in truths defence and you shall see Your euening crown'd with glorious victory Great Lord my natiue place neighbours your north Then since my soule inhubits in that soyle And since my muse bath wing and will flie forth She 'll tell you of more ioyes then life hath howres And lookes for welcome in your fairest towers Your floods and fords are faire your swans but few But if you please with gracious eyes to view My diuine verse and therein take content I 'll build your trophies betweene tweed and trent Your Honors truely obseruant Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Glad Israels of-spring tunes her voyce Of gratitude to sing Accounts her selfe an vnfit choyce To Queene so great a King IF earthly kin may send t' a heauenly King Or if thy greatnesse will heare meanenesse sing Accept the sacrifice I now bestow My heart is high although my voyce be low And since thou vnderstands my thoughts before They be transform'd to breath and passe the doore Of my vnready lips my confidence Is that thou will maintaine my innocence And make my worke according to my will I know thy mercy and power continue still And since I share of both let it be seene Such qualities as doth become a Queene I doe not want and then the world so wide Shall blesse thee for thy bounties to thy Bride My gracious Lord I haue a great desire To sing thy prayses in the sacred quire And will vpon condition I may finde Thy heauenly graces vnto me assign'de In so great measure that I may approue My bounty and thy duty and my loue Tenne thousand thankes that it hath pleased thee With mercies eyes to view my miserie My griefe 's forgotten and my ioy growes full My crimson spots are chang'd to whitest wooll My soule 's content my brest can scarce containe My guilty garment that was dy'd in graine Past alteration is restor'd by thee From sinnefull red to perfect purity Thy day dissolu'd my night thy cares my feares Thy drops of blood hath stanch'd my drops of teares When I remember my estate at first Griefes bitternesse threatens my heart shall burst Feare keepes possession and that feares leads paine And paine brings death and thus I 'm partly slaine With thinking on my miseries After these Sad thoughts are past which I do pay as fees For my offences ioy comes in againe When I consider my king doth remaine A glorious conquerour of all my soes Now that I may my thankfulnesse disclose Assist me Lord and lend such grace to me As may preferre a sacrifice to thee Lapt in a sacred song that I 'm indu'd With the poores payment perfect gratitude Take this succeeding witnesse my good Lord For all thy blessings all I can afford Out of my borrow'd store is onely prayse It doth become the iust thy Prophet sayes Daily to render thankes vnto thy name I being iust through thee must do the same Or shew my selfe forgetfull I would bee As farre from that as I wish that from mee For my creation that it was thy will To shew thy loue and grace and power and skill In making nothing something and in that Placeing such beauty as is wonder'd at By heauen and earth and that of all this all Thou hast made me thy Princesse principall And to adorne my state made all thy store I giue thee thankes and I can giue no more For my election I do much reioyce Thou would vouchsafe to make so meane a choyce And was so mighty but each Dauid sings It fits th' Almighty to doe mighty things When out of Eden I forsaken fell Set in the open fields my shame to tell I grew in nature and in number great The earth was spacious yet had ne'er a seate Wherein the sonnes of Adam neuer sate Then since it pleased thee t' illuminate All nations and the best of all to choose To make thy one let that one neuer
loose The beauty of thy sonne let me boast euer Where my Lord Lord loueth once he looseth neuer That I am thy elect and that I may Vnto my enemies and the heathen say As day doth night my state doth theirs excell And that my Lord call'd my name Israell Crown'd me with Isaacks blessings did decree Prophanest Edom seruant vnto mee That this is thus I can but prayse and pray My thankes my Punce is all I haue to pay I do remember when by thy command I multipll'd and into euery land My members were disperst yea it was I The Caldean Priest beheld so strangly lie Shapelesse and liuelesse in the valley sowne As thicke as haile which some great blast hath blowne Into the lower-lands my bones once lay Dis-ioynted broke and scatter'd till the day It pleased thee most graciously to make A perfect vnion for thy chosen sake For my vocation that I was by thee Reform'd and knit in happy vnitie And call'd by Dauids Cimbals Aarons bels Esayes loud trump th'Euangellists and cls What musicke men and Angels could deliuer Sounded so loud my parts ioyn'd all together Earst being dispersed in t' all parts as farre As lights the arcticke or th'antarcticke starre And now collected onely for to bee A marriage for the Trine-vne-maiestie By these Caelestiall motions that I am Call'd out of Aegypt into Canaan I giue thee thankes and it is all I can My Lord I do remember my estate When in the open field so desolate I lay contemn'd of all when passers by Scorn'd at my life and laugh'd to see me die And I do likewise carry in my minde The great compassion that I then did finde Flow from thy breast when I was falne so low The seas of miseries did ouer-flow My aiery substance and my earthly show And when with these sad thoughts my heart is full Passion comes in and makes each sence as dull As ignorance then do I'gin t'admite What was th' occasion such an ardent fire Of holy loue was kindl'd in thy brest To me-wards knowing that in me did rest No good I thus my Princes thoughts did measure My Lord chose not for merit but for pleasure I had no beauty my poore soule within Was like an Ethiop wrapt in clouds of sin My flesh impress'd with vlcers in worse state Then Lazarus dispis'd at Diues gate My wised ome was but folly and my health Was deadly sicknesse all my store and wealth Was store of woes and pouerty in mee Was the true image of all misery And what was I most vile and wretched thing That I should be the daughter of a King What 's my discent or what 's my fathers house That I should we are a crowne and be the spouse Of Gods eternall sonne My Lord my tong Shall still confesse thy mercies euen among The greatest congregations I 'll make knowne Th' hast set a beggar on a Princes throne And alter'd her condition and I 'll sing Th'vnworthi'st bride hath Queen'd the worthi'st King FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord containing her Thankfulnesse A Legacy beneficiall for the Right Honorable HENRY Lord Clifford c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister in the Church of God LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY LORD Clifford Sonne and Heire to the Right Noble Lord Francis Earle of Cumberland c. Worthy Lord I Must intreate you to prouide Your selfe with proper speede T' attend the Nuptials of the Bride Our kin it is a greede 'Twixt Isr'els of-spring and Gods soone A marriage must be made And messengers abroad are runne All good men to perswade To come to see it solemmiz'd And I am one of those That haue some worthy friends aduis'd To free them from these woes That times and men are subiect too And it 's become my lot By Gods Commission t' inuite you And I know I shall not Want audience nor place nor time To tell my Embassie Imbrace it Lord for 't is diuine And the best legacie I can bestow I know you are Religious learn'd and wise And noble therefore I shall share Your fauours I surmise Your Lordships in all humble loue Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Isr'els infirmitte's confess'd Her gratitude's proclaim'd The bounties of her Lord 's express'd And her best loue 's explain'd MY Lord I know thou knowes before I speake What I would vtter since I 'm wondrous weake And of my selfe deficient teach thou mee To publish pious pleasant harmonie Such as thou wilt vouchsafe to heare that when My pensiue soule with miseries of men Is guarded round my voyce to thee may come And find some grace to helpe the gracelesse sonne To helpe my sinnefull sorrowfull soule in time Let the bright sunne of mercy freely shine Vpon my guiltinesse that thy bride may Be white as innocence and as bright as day For all thy blessings though I be but poore Yet both of praise and thankes I haue such store As shall record me debtor vnto thee In songs and himnes to all posteritie I must confesse but cannot pay thee due For my redemption that thou pleas'd to view My state so poore with mercies eyes so pure My soule reioy ceth and I 'm very sure The price of my redemption's payd so well Sinne hath no strength death hath no sting and hell Hath now no victory I am not so Blinded with ignorance but that I know My selfe both as I am and as I was As different as the Dyamond from glasse So is my former from my latter state Thou didst repaire what I did ruinate From gyues and fetters thou hast loosed mee To tread the pathes of life and liberty From hellish endlesse sorrowes thou hast quit My captiu'd soule out of the lowest pit Euen as a Lilly ouer-growne with thornes That is not benific'd by the springing mornes Vntill the carefull husband doe deuise To rid the thornes to helpe the Lilly t'rise So 't was with me my soule suppress'd with sinne Knew nought but sorrow till thou did beginne To vndergoe my burthen and since then I haue found grace with God and peace with men For this great freedome and for all my blis In esse and in posse I 'ue but this Towards recompence my gratitude's my store Thankes 't is a proper payment for the poore And yet I 'm bound for greater fauours such For which I cannot manifest so much Affection as they challenge therefore still Lord when my action failes regard my will Since it did please thee to make me thy bride It seemes thou pleas'd I should be sanctifide For that I 'm now reformed like to thee In hollinesse and perfect puritie And that so inwardly and outward faire Thou hast made me that I 'm without compare And since my spots and wrinckles are disolu'd And that in holy white I 'm now inuolu'd It resteth that I sacrifice my best And what I offer 's but the interest Of what I owe I 'll thanke thee whil'st I liue And