mourns Though not a Blooâ—y Sâ—crifice as some Vainly believe but spends her dayes to come As a Recluse till Heaven is made her home Psal. 6.2 Have mercy Lord upon me for I am weak O Lord Heal me for my Bones are vexed Soul Jesus Soul Ah! Son of David help Iesus What sinfuâ—â— Crie Implores the Son of David Soul It is I. Jesus Who art thou Soul Oh! a deeply wounded Breast That 's heavie loaden and would sain have rest Jesus I have no Scraps and Dogs must not be fed Like Houshold Children with the Childrens Bread Soul True Lord yet tolerate a hungry whelp To lick your Crumbs O Son of David help Jesus Poor Soul what ail'st thou Soul O I 〈◊〉 I sry I cannot rest I know not where to fly To find some ease I turn'd my blubber'd Face From Man to Man I roll from place to place T' avoid my tortures to obtain relief But still I am dog'd and haunted with my grief My Mid-night torments call the sluggish Light And when the Mornings come they woo the Night Jesus Sir cease thy Tears and speak thy free desires Soul Quench quench my flames and swage these scorching Fires Jesus Caâ—st thou believe my Haâ—d can Curâ— thy Grief Soul Lord I believe Lord help my unbelief Jâ—sus Holâ— forth thy Arm and let my Fingers trâ— Thy Pulse where chiefly doth thy torment lye Soul From Head to Foot it reigns in every part But play 's the self-law'd tyrant in my Heart Jesus Canst thou Digest canst Relish wholsome Food How stands thy tast Soul To nothing that is good All sinfull trash and Earths unsav'ry stuff I can dig'st and relish well enough Jesus Is not thy Blood as cool as hot by turns Soul Cold to what 's good to what is bad iâ— burns Jesus How old 's thy Grief Soul I took 't at the fall With eating Fruit. Jesus T' is Epidemical Thy Blood 's infected and the infection sprung From a bad Liver 't is a Feaver strong And full of Death unless with present speed A vein be opened thou must dye or Bleed Soul O I am faint and spent that Lâ—unce that shall Let forth my Blood le ts forth my life withall My Soul wants Cordialls and has greater need Of Blood I being spent so far to bleed I faint allready if I bleed I dye Jesus T is either thou must bleed Sick Soul or I My blood 's a Cordiall He that sucks my Veins Shall cleanse his own and conquer greater pains Then these Chear up this precious blood of mine Shall cure thy Grief my Heart shall bleed thine Believe and view me with a faithfull Eye Thy Soul shall neither Languish Bleed nor Dye Epigram Canst thou be Sick and such a Doctor by Thou canst not live unless thy Doctor dye Strange kind of Grief that finds no Medicine goâ— To swage her pains but the Physicians Blood Psal. 143 2. Enter not into Judgment with thy Serâ—ant for in thy sight shall no man living â—e justified Iesus Iustice. Sinner â—esus Bring forth the Prisoner Iustice. Iust. Thy commands Are done just Judge See here the Prison'r stands 〈◊〉 What has the Prisoner done Say what is the cause Of this Commandment Iust. He hath broken the Laws Of his too Gracious God conspir'd the death Of that great Majesty that gave him breath And heaps transgression Lord on trangression 〈◊〉 How kâ—ow'st thou this Iust. Ev'n by his own confession His sins are crying and they cried aloud They cried to Heav'n they cried to Heaven for Blood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 What say'st thou Sinner Hast thou ought to plead â—hat Sentence shall not pâ—ss Hold up thy head â—nd shew thy Brazen and rebellious face 〈◊〉 Ah me I dare not I 'm to vile and base â—o tread on the Earth much more to lift â—â—ine Eyes to Heav'n I need no other shrift â—han mine own Conscience Lord I must confesse â—m no more then dust and no whit less â—hen my inâ—ictment stiles me Ah! If thou â—â—arch too severe with too severe a Brow â—hat Flesh can stand I have transgressed thy Laws 〈◊〉 merits plead thy vengeance not my cause 〈◊〉 Lord shall I strike the blow Jes. Hold Iustice stay Sinner speak on what hast thou more to say Sinner Vile as I am and of my selfabhor'd I am thy handy-work thy Creature Lord Stampt with thy glorious Image and at first Most like to thee though now a poor accurst Convicted Caitiff and degen'rous Creature Here trembling at thy Bar. Just. Thy faul's the greater Lord shall I strike the blow Jes. Hold Justice stay Speak Sinner Hast thou nothing more to say Sinner Nothing but mercy mercy Lord my state Is miserable poor and desperate I quite renounce my self the World flee From Lord to Iesus from thy self to thee Just. Cease thy vain hopes my angry God has vow'd Abused mercy must have blood for blood Shall I yet strike the blow Jes. Stay Justice hold My Bowels yearn my fainting Blood grows cold To view the trembling Wretch Methinks I spy My Fathers Image in the Pris'ners eye Iust. I cannot hold Jes. Then turn thy Thirsty Bladâ— Into my sides let there the wound be made Chear up dear Soul redeem thy life with mine My Soul shall smart my Heart shall bleed for thine Sinner O groundless deeps O love beyond degree Th' offended dyes to set the offender free Epigram Mercy of mercies he that was my drudge Is now my Advocaâ—e is now my Iudge He suffers pleads and sentences alone Three I adore and yet adore but one Deutrenomy 32.29 O that Men were Wise and that they understood this that they would consider their latter end Flesh. Spirit Flesh. What means my Sisters eye so oft to pass Through the long Entry of the optick Glass Tell me what secret virtue doth invite Thy wrinkled eye to such unknown delight Spirit It helps the sight makes things remote appear In perfect view it draws the Objâ—ct near Flesh. What sense-delighting objects doth thou spye What doth the Glass present before thine eye Spirit I see thy Foe my reconciled Friend Grim Death even standing at the Glasses â—â—d His left hand holds a branch of Palm his right Holds forth a two-edg'd Sword Fle. A proper sight And is this all doth thy prospective please Th' abused fancy with no shapes but these Spirit â—â—es I behold the darkned Sun bereav'â— â—f all his light the battlâ—mâ—nts of Heav'n Shelâ—ring in flames thâ— Angel guarded Son Of Glory on his Tribunall-Throne I see a Brimstone Sea of boyling fire And fâ—inds with knotted whips of flaming Wire Torâ—er'ng poor Souls that kâ—ash their Teeth in vain Aâ—d knâ—w their flame tormentâ—d tongues for pain Look Sister how the queasy-stomack'd Graves Vâ—mit their dead and how the Purple waves Scald their Consumeless Bodies strongly Cursing All Wombs for Bearing and all Paps for Nursing Flesh. Can thy distempâ—r'd fancy take delight In view of Tortures these are shows t' affright Look in this Glass triangular look here Hear
of the Iews in bonds J. Well waving further Ceremony I 'le stifle my upbraiding Conscience sere it with all dark resolves and desperately comply with your demands H. P. Bravely spoke our Guardâ— shall instantly attend you but what is the sign by which you will distinguish him J. With a Face as bold as Death frought with mischief I will bare up to him and with a treacherous kiss salute him and then let those that have the charge be sure to catch him H. P. No fairer token can you give but it is no time now to delaythe thing come come let us â—bout it and secure him e're the Sun salutes the East least the mad People fond of innovation should murmur nay should mutiny upon such a seizure which they will term an outrage for we are not ignorant what fame his Miracles have won and â—ow he is beloved see see the Guards are ready â—hen along with them whilst I retire to the consulâ—ing Sanadrim and there contrive what shall be â—urther done J. I go though to perfâ—â—m the blackest deed that Hell ever put into the Heart of Man yet I have promised and I will perform though Faâ—â— and Destiny does push me â—â—â—dlong into monstrous ruine Conclusion The Plot thus laid the Lord of Life 's betray'd And bound before the Sanadrim is lead Scorn'd and revil'd scourg'd and at last condemn'd Crown'd with sharp thorns and impiously blasphem'd Stretch'd on a Cross the Lord of glory dyes Who reigns in Hâ—aven above the starry Skies Peters Lamentation WRetch that I am what have I done how great Is this black Crime O where shall I retreat To hide my Guilt what blushes burn my Face What Stings my Conscience feel what hiding place Can shelter him from woes he cannot fly No place can shroud me from his piercing eye Who views at once Hells depth and Heavens vast height To whom all gloomy darkness is as light Fool that I was to be so confident So resolutely so presumptuous bent Upon my strength when I 'm at best but dust Frail man too weak my own resolves to trust But it is past sad thought yet now in vain I would recall what I have done again All I can do is now to mourn the sin That I presumptuous I have plunged in O let my eyes then be a Stream a Flood Nay let me weep for tears a stream of blood Sighs and sad Groaâ—s shall all my musick be Sobs and laments shall dwell shall dwell with me Lord look on me meâ— wretcâ—â—d man Who wanting thy Compassion am undone O mercy mercy ease my troubled mind Let me ingrateful me some mercy find Me that deny'd him who first gave me breath Me that deny'd him who 's condemn'd to death O pity me my weakness Lord forgive Without thy Pardon Lord I cannot live My Soul 's distracted a fierce war's within Disturbs my rest the bold the shameful sin Preys on my Spirits and will give no rest Then mercy show to him that is opprest O let thy dear compassion take away The Sting of Conscience ease me Lord I pray I cry â—loud cover'd with dust I lye Even at thy Feet O pity or I dy Raise raise a sullen Wreâ—ch that he may be An object of â—hy saving Clemency My Cries are heard a calm o'respreads my Soul No storms of trouble my free thoughts controul O boundless boundless is his goodness still Therefore I 'le strive henceforth to do his will 〈◊〉 Swine possest SEe see how Satans Malice still is bent He who was in a guilful Serpent pent When he in Eden did seduce fair Eve And her to man-kind's misery deceive Rather then now he 'l idle be he 'l joyn Infernal nature with the dirty Swine Not sparing sensless Brutes such is his hate To all that God for his glory did create Yet limited is his fierce wrath we see It cannot without Christs permission be But having leave the spightful Legion strait The grunting Herd with horrid cries amate Who now grown wild their Keepers put to â—light And all the Tribe with antick dancing fright Sometimes they stand an end sometimes they roul Nay bound aloft and lâ—ap without controul E're all that does oppose them in their way No bars nor bounders their fierce course can stay Till like a toâ—rrent down the hills they scour Into the Sâ—as which does them all devour Considerations upon our Saviours compassion to the Thief upon the Cross. HOw good how great how merciful how just Is God to those who in him put their trust How is his Arms of mercy open wide To those that in his saving Power confide See see the Thief who all his life had bin A Drudge to Satan slave to wrâ—tâ—hed sin At that sad time whâ—n Death look'd grimly drâ—aâ— And he of Liâ—e bâ—t a fâ—w mâ—mâ—nts had Repâ—nting is râ—stor'd â—ay more iâ— blest With ioâ—â—s that are with mâ—ns tongue exprâ—sâ— â—â—rely acknowledging 〈…〉 To raiâ—e his Soâ—l above th◠〈◊〉 Skies Acknoâ—â—â—â—â—inâ— his sin and â—reachiâ—g thence Tâ—e â—ord of glâ—â—iâ—s pâ—râ—â—â—â— innocence 〈◊〉 care was not â—or 〈◊〉 hâ—ppiâ—esâ— â—ut suddain 〈…〉 him to exprâ—â—â— â—emember me Loâ—â— when 〈…〉 into â— Kingdom that can only bee thy â—ue â—ut his compâ—â—r dâ—sirous still 〈…〉 â—reaming oâ— Plâ—asurâ—s 〈◊〉 joâ—â—â— wâ—tâ— striâ—e â—orgot his Soul anâ—â—ailâ—d agâ—â—â—â—â— tâ—â— Loâ—â— â—ho for his sake did 〈…〉 â—o that 〈◊〉 â—ellow chose the beâ—ter part â—hose wâ—â—s once â—â—ded swift as 〈…〉 â—hes his dâ—luding Sâ—ul to thâ—â—â— bleâ—t â—oys â—here Care nor 〈◊〉 no more man-kind 〈◊〉 Iudas his Dispair Wretch that I am why do I view the light Why sink I not in everlasting night Why do not hottest lightnings strike me dead Why fall not Bolts of Thunder on my hâ—ad Why yauns not Earth to suck me in and why Find I not means my self wiâ—h speed to dy Why live I in these torments worse than death In this sad torture this sad Hell on Earth O Wretch what sting of Conscience do I feel More sharp thâ—n all the force of fatal steel More deadly than the poison stings of Asps Dread horror my affrighted soul now clasps Accursed Silver that could make me prove A Traytor to my Lord who sacred love Beam'd on me oâ—t but I have cast it back May it my ruine on the givers wrack Whilst this fit Cord stops thus my loathed breath Whilst thus I seek some easement in my death A Dialogue between Pilate and his Wife The Argument The virtuous Wife of Roman Pilate`s griev'd Because she was not as she ought believ'd Telling nâ—w plainly whaâ— is her true sence And let`s him know his desperate offence W. UNhappy are you to be over-rul'd by the maâ— rout why would you yield to their rougâ— clamours to destroy the innocent P. I laboured to deliver that just man but found it wâ— in vain for still no other cry than crucifie him soundâ— through the Iudgment-Hall W. Yet you might have used your high Authoriâ—â—â—o still the rout who being set on by
the searcher out of Blood cryes Where is Abel thy Borther Nothing can be hid from his Eye Murther shall not go unpunished The Voice of thy Brother's Blood cryes to me from the Ground Guilt follows his Sin with the dreadful Wrath of God And now thou art cursed from the Face of the Earth c. At this stroak the Heart of Cain becomes a little sensible and the hardness of his Soul although too late begins to soften Alas Lord said he my Iniquity is greater than thy Mercies and my Sin is too enormous to hopâ— for Pardon I confess it and from this very moment I depart from hence like a banished Man to wander day by day without peace or relaxation Besides my Brothers Ghost persues and torments me with too much severity Even thy self O my God and my Iudge chasest me away far from thy Countenance and far from the pleasing glances which issue from thine Eyes Ah then let the Sun and Moon cease to enlighten the World and let me for ever wander amidst the Murtherous shades of Abel and let my life pine away in obscurity Otherwise I fear saith he that at the first sight and encounter some one may kill and treat me according to my deserts No no Cain saith God nothing of what thou â—earest shall happen to thee and if any one be so rash to attempt on thee I will make him feel the excess of my Wrath For this effect God imprinted a sensible mark upon his forehead which served him for a safe-guard against all the Assaults of his Enemies This done the poor wretch went away all alone pale trembling pursued by the stings of his Soul And after some wanâ—rings arrived in the Lâ—nd of Edeâ— lyiâ—â— Eastward It was under this Clâ—mâ—te and near unto Mount Libanus that this fugitive at last made his retreat There it was where he built a City and had by his Wife a very numerous posterity And now Mankind with Fruitfull Race began A little Corner of the World to Man CHAP. VII Wherein you have an Account both of the Building of Noahs Ark and of his manner of entring into it Together with a Description both of the Deluge and Drowning of the old World and of Noahs descent out of the Ark and his Sacrifices on the Hills of Armenia Gen. 6. God for Mans sins intends the World to drownd With Men and Beast and all that 's in it found But he in the Ark saves Noah and his Seed With pairs of all kinds which on Earth did breed THe Decree is now given and I see nothinâ— that is able to with-hold an arm wholely irritatâ—d God repents himself for having created Man and bestowed on him all his labour and affection he repents himself and his Heart riseth at the sight and thought of this Object In fine being no longer able to restrain his Wrath and indignation I swear bâ— my self saith he that I will dâ—stroy Man and efâ—ace hiâ— name and memory over the face of the Vniverse I will not spare evâ—n Beâ—sts and Birds To the end that what hath been a wiâ—â—ess complice or even a slave of his crime shall also be the Companion of the pain and punishment which is ordained him This said and done Of so many men who then lived upon the Earth and of so many Families that only of Noâ—h deserved favour and was freed from Shipwrack God then calls this Holy Man anâ— great Pâ—triark â—o advertise and communiâ—ate his whole deâ—ign unto him Friâ—nd â—aith God the World is in its agony and my â—ustice shall put an end to this Work whiâ—h my Love began All my patience and delays hâ—â—e only served to make way for evil and my clâ—mency is converted into rigour after all my goodâ—ess is tired and I am resolv'd to open all the Torreâ—ts of my Wrath that the World being no longer â—ut a great Abyss and a vast Sepulâ—her may be drowned in it selâ— and that there may nâ—ver be more mâ—nâ—ion of it Go then Noah and build an Ark of Timbâ—r and Planks Make small apartments in it and pitch it â—oth within and without Let it be â—hrâ—e hâ—â—dreâ— Cubits in length and fifty in breaâ—tâ— and thirty in â—â—ight Make thâ—n a Winâ—ow a Cuâ—it hâ—gh â—nd in the sâ—â—e contriâ—e a doâ—r to go in and out dispose also Châ—mbâ—rs therein and be carâ—full that the whâ—le be â—ivided inâ—o three Stâ—â—iâ—s tâ— the â—nd the Body of â—â—is lâ—râ—e stâ—uâ—ture may be the more commodioâ—s and â—etter proportioned Afterwards I will make my accord aâ—d pâ—ct with thee And thou shalt presently enter in with thy Wife Children and Cattle Besides thou shalt conduct into this Sanctuary all sorts of Beasts and Birds with this distinction that amongst the clean thou shalt choose seven of every spâ—cies and of the unclean two only Pairing alwâ—yes the Male and Femalâ— that they may repair the Earth and Air by their Copulations This good Man performed exactly all that God had commanded him he is already in the Ark and he buâ—ieth himself in disposing and nourishing all these different Species of Beasts and Birds Seven dayes were spent about these preparations and in the miraculous inclosure of this new House At the eâ—d whereof the Heavens opened on all sideâ— and the Sun Moon and Stars seem'd to be chang'd into Sources and Chanels the Air and Clouds became a Sea and all the â—lements joyned together to make of the whoâ—e Worlâ— an Ocean without â—hoars without bottom without Hâ—ven and without limit Gen. 7. The higâ—est Hills by Waters are o're spread Mouâ—tains Trees Towers in Floods lye buried Men Women Beâ—sts and Birds are quite dâ—stroy'd Wâ—ters possess'd all that the Land eâ—joy'd Mâ—an while where are you the unhappy Inhabitâ—ntâ— of the City of Enos Poor Heirs of Cain Children of Men effâ—minate Spirits waâ—ton Souls where are you The Heavens fâ—ll on your Heads the Air stifles you the Water swallâ—ws you up and the Earth vanisheth away Fathâ—rs Mothâ—rs Children Husbaâ—â—s and Wives Brothers and Sisters Kindred Friends whâ—re are you I behold I behold your Towers burâ—ed uâ—dâ—r the Waves I hear your cryes your sighs and yoâ—r voices notwithstâ—nding the Teâ—pest in finâ— yoâ—r floâ—ting Boâ—ies and your dying Souls ackâ—owledgâ—â—ut too lâ—te the excess of your Sins Ah sin sin these are thy spoyls and this is the tempest thou hast raised sin do'st thou discern the state into which thou hast reduc'd the World the Air the Earth and the Heavens O God! Must all the Elements weep forty dayes and â—s many Nights And in fine must all Nature be in Mourning or rather in Tryumph Since every where she erects Trophies and Mountains of Water to swallow up the most shameful and most insolent of all Vices During this Triumph and mourning Noah stears his Vessel his Family and Troops upon the Billows This holy man enjoyes a Calm and sayâ—â—â— securely over these Storms and Billows He beholâ—s the Day in the midst of Night and the Tempeâ—t which
〈◊〉 Land of Promise and in our Country where thou wilt 〈◊〉 us as flowâ—rs of Paradise and as so many slips of 〈…〉 Our Conquerours are already vanquished and all strangers are affrighted The Philistians already 〈…〉 all the Princes of 〈◊〉 are 〈◊〉 Fear hath 〈…〉 on the minds of the most Couragious and the 〈◊〉 even of 〈◊〉 are become as bodyes withâ—ut Soâ—ls or resentment 〈◊〉 them with fâ—ar and terrour whilst we shall 〈◊〉 with joy and delight into thy Sanctuary Meanâ—â—â—â—â— reign in the Ages of Ages and if it may be even â—â—yond Eternity For in fine Pharaoh is no more and 〈◊〉 all that he ever was there scarse remains so much as 〈…〉 of it and none but Mariners shall find some 〈◊〉 of those Chariots which shall be seen upon this 〈◊〉 where he intended to erect his Trophey his Throne 〈…〉 fairest hopes Well then my faithfull Companions let us sing victoâ—â— lâ—t us sing together you chast Virgins of Iudea 〈◊〉 Daughters of Sion holy Souls let us sing Canticles 〈◊〉 joy in honour of him who is our Redeemer Lucifer 〈◊〉 fallen from his Throne the Dragon is swallowed up in the billows of the Sea and all these Traytors who intended to drown us are overwhelmed with the waves and wherâ— they thought to gather Laurels and Pâ—lms they found nothing but an harvest over-spread with Cypres and a vast Sepulcher in the bottom of the Sea where they propâ—se to themselves to erect a Theater of 〈◊〉 and a field of Triumph On Jacob's Purchase How 〈◊〉 was Jacob's motion and how strange 〈…〉 how 〈…〉 was th' exchange 〈…〉 inheritance Why could not hungry Esau strive t'enhaunce His price a 〈◊〉 So much undâ—r foot Well might he give him broath and drink too boot An easie price the casâ— is ev'n our own For toys we often sell our Heaven our Crown On Esau. When hast thou 〈◊〉 Nay what shall Esau do Lâ—st both his Birth-right and his Blessing too 〈◊〉 hath poor Esau lâ—st but empty tears And plainâ—◠〈◊〉 cannot reach thâ— old Man's ears What wiâ—â— the Father 's Diâ—â— and thine own The Birth-right's 〈◊〉 and thy blessing 's gone How does one mischief overtake another In both how overtaken by a Brother Could their imperious stomach but have stay'd And if thy Father 's had not been delay'd Thou hadst not need have wept and pleaded so But kept thy Birth-right and thy Blâ—ssing too Had thy unprosperous thy unlucky hand Dispatch'd thy Ven'â—on as it did thy Land Thy sorrows had not made so great a heap That had not been so dear nor this so cheap Had thine giv'n place but to thy Father's will Th'adst thy Birth-right and thy Blessing still On Jacob's Pillow The Bed was Earth the raised Pillow Stonâ—s Whereupon poor Jacob rests his Head his Bones Heaven was his Canopie the 〈◊〉 of night Were his drawn Curtains to exclude the Light Poor state of Isaack's heir it seems to me His Cattle found as soft a Bed as he 〈◊〉 God appeared there his 〈◊〉 his Crown God us not alwayes seen in Beds of Doun O if that God shall please to make my Bed I care not where I râ—st my Bones my Head Wiâ—h thee 〈◊〉 wants can never prove extream With Jacob's Pillow give me Jacob's Dream On Zacheus Mâ—thinks I see with what a 〈…〉 Zacheus climd the Trâ—e But O how â—ast 〈◊〉 full of speed caâ—st thou imagine 〈◊〉 Our saviour call'd be powder'd down agen 〈◊〉 ne'r made tryal if the boughs were â—ound Or rotten nor how far 't was to the ground Tâ—â—re was no danger fear'd at such a Call He 'l venture nothing that dare fear to fall Needs must he down by such a Spirit driven Nor could he fall unlâ—ss he fell to Heaven Down came Zacheus ravisht from the Tree Bird that was shot ne'r dropt so quick as he Short Legg'd Zacheus 't was the happiest Tree That ever mortal clim'd I mean to thee Thy pains in going up received the Crown Of all thy labour at thy coming down Thy Statute's lowness gave thee fair occasion To mount that Tree that Tree to find Salvation But was 't the Tree Zacâ—eus No 't was he Whose â—leeding Body dy'd upon the Tree Wâ—ll clim'd Zacheus ' â—was a step wâ—ll giv'n From hence to thâ— Tree and from the Trâ—e to Heaven On Abraham's pleading for Sâ—dom â—ow â—â—ath was rightâ—ous Abraham to cease To â—eat the price of 〈…〉 pâ—ace Mâ—â—k how his hâ—ly boldness intercâ—pts Godâ—s Iustice brings his mercy down by steps He dares not biâ— so few as ten at â—irst Nor yet from fifty righteous pâ—rsons duâ—st Hiâ— zeal on sudden makâ— too great a fall Although he wisht Salâ—ation to them all 〈…〉 thy dying Son has Powâ—'r to clear A Woâ—ld of Sin tâ—at one shall not appear â—â—fâ—re thine angry Eyes What wonder then To sâ—e thee fall from fifty dâ—wn to ten On the Eâ—yptians Famine Mark but the course the pin'd Egyptians râ—n Wâ—en all thâ—ir Coiâ— when all their Corn is goâ— Thâ—y come to Iosâ—ph and their stomacks pleaâ— Thâ—y change their Beasts for Corn the I 〈…〉 Bread Yet still theâ— want Observe now what they 〈◊〉 They give their Lands yield their Bodies toâ— Now they have Corn enough and now they shâ—â— Have Seed to Sow their barren Soil withal Pâ—ovâ—ded that the fiâ—â—h of their Increase Be Pharoâ—'s Now their stomacks are at peaâ—â— Thus when the Famine of the World shall strike Our hungry Souls our Souls must do the like We first must part with as by their directions Our Flocks our Beasts our Bestial affections When they are gone and then must sinners do Give up their Lands their Souls and Bodies too O then our hearts shall be refresht and fed We shall have Seed to sow and present Bread Allowing but the fifth of our Increase We shall have plenty and our Souls have peace How art thou pleas'd good God that Man should live How slow art thou to take how free to give On Gods Law The sacred Law of God Is like to Moses Rod If we but keep it in our hand It will do wonders in the Land If we â—light and throw it to the ground 'T will turn a Serpent and inflict a Wound â— Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure Nor salve until the brazen Serpent cure I wish not Lord thou should'st withold it Nor would I have it and not hold it O teach me then my God To handle Moses Rod. On Balaam's Ass. â—he Ass that for her slowness was forbid â—o be imployed in God's service did â—erform good service now in being slow â—he Ass received stripes but would not go She baulk'd the way and Balaam could not guidâ— her The Ass had far more wisdom than the Rider The Message being bad the Ass was loath To be the bearer 't was a happy Sloth 'T was well for Balaam had his Ass but try'd Another step Balaam had surely dyâ—d Poor Ass And was thy faithful service pay'd With 〈◊〉 repeated stroâ—kes Haâ—'â—t
was sign'd vers 10. 'T was below his great Person and Spirit to deny or dissemble his Religion Faith and Love makes him trusty to it against all Conspiracies of Men or Deâ—vils And what know we but some were so impudent as to steal up Stairs and peep through the very Key-hole to discover but the first motion towards a Genuflection But when those Sacred joynts incline to bend to the resolved Worship how greedily do they suck in the very first Spiration and preparatory â—ighs But brave Belshazzar how little do we know what various Passions agitate thy Sacred Breast at this time What contests between Nature and Grâ—â—e â—lesh and Spirit Or wer 't thou all Soul and transported beyond the cares and remembrance of thy Moâ—tal and suâ—fering part that I hear thee 〈◊〉 iâ—to suâ—h Rapâ—ures as theâ—e Whaâ— aâ—d must I forsâ—ke my God now or not Live and forsâ—ke him too upon such unhappy Terms as thâ—se to gratifie the wishes of these malicious conâ—ederating Heathens Is Devotion become fatal and must Praâ—er it self kill Cannot I go to my God but the next stâ—p must be to the Grave 'T is worse than Dâ—ath to live â—ut one day without him who iâ— the Life of my Soul how then shâ—ll I live thirty Must I wâ—ar thes◠〈◊〉 upon minâ— affections and â—ips which thâ—se Menâ— envy and canâ—ing hâ—ve clapt on me with design to enslave me fâ—r ever Râ—ther let 〈◊〉 Beasts tear â—pâ—n a paâ—sage for this Captive within me 〈◊〉 pâ—ss into thâ— liberties of eâ—erlâ—stingness than thus to bâ— Cag'd up in so insufferable a Vâ—ssalage Do they think to immure up my Soul Let thâ—m râ—nâ— me from the Court of Daâ—iuâ— my Heaven is not there as is â—â—eirs my Bodâ— is the Kings to his pleasure and service but my Soul is Gods unto his 〈◊〉 venture an inâ—â—rgâ—ment into the Bowels of the Lioâ—s e're they shall â—lâ—ry over mine Apâ—stacy from my Religion and my God But hold whither does this Noble but Temerarious Zeal transport thâ—e Daniel Is this thâ— kindness to thy dearest self Anâ— hast thou no regard to the Glorious and sweets â—f Life Is that Holy Fire that devours its own Altar And callâ—st thou that Zeal that hurls thee into nothing and temps thee to an Annihilation Is Death so dâ—sireable and such a Death as will gratifie thine Enemies too Whose Mâ—lice will Feast it self on thy Ruines with greater Luxury than the Lyons Banquâ—t on thy Flesh What is this but to Execute the Plot against thine own Life which they cannot pâ—rfâ—ct without thee and will thy God thank thee for destroying thy sâ—lf and throwing â—way thy life for â— Nicety the Ceremony anâ— Carkâ—â— of Devotion which his Grace is so râ—ady to dispâ—nce with anâ— for so little â— time as a Mâ—nth too Is he not the Father of Spirits and regards more the Oratorâ— of a sigh than all the lusciouâ— Expr ssions of the Lips Vnâ—erstâ—nds he not the Language of the Soul â—nâ— hearkâ—ns to the very desires of the Humble Maist thou not Offer up the purâ—r Sacrifice from the sâ—cret Altar of a Flaming 〈◊〉 and be safe What an advantage hast thou to 〈◊〉 the Conspiracy by a Mental Devotion anâ— to Countermine the Villaâ—â—â—s of thâ—ir Cursed Policy by looking up thy Soul in its self Ah no! The brave Votâ—ry sâ—orns to compound with his God for his Life nor will save himself by so muâ—h as Latching the Door of his Lips he will not â—tiâ—le the vent of his Soul tho it self were sure to fly through it He will glorifie God with his speech tho he speak himself into Air he will not diâ—figure the Body of his Duty to save his own from mangling and would rather the Lyons should open their Mouths to swallow him than he by shutting up his to â—mprison his Zealand Affections He resolveâ— that his Mouth shall Confess unto God and the World â—hat his Heart believâ—th unto Salvation and while his Enemies were watching imagine this devout Supplicant thus pouring out his Soul unto God The Prayer GOD of my Soul and of my Bâ—ing the Glorious Iehoâ—â—h that 〈◊〉 everlastingness and humâ—lâ—st thy self to bâ—â—old the things that are in Heaven and Earth â—ear â—nd have mercy Thou art God alone and bâ—sides thee there is none else What is this Darius whom these mâ—n have blasphemously Exâ—ulted to Rob thee of thy Glory and Worship and 〈◊〉 a God of him that cannot help that cannot save â—â—rsâ—lf or others O Pardon their Sin And this they 〈◊〉 done with dâ—sign to Rob me too of this Glorious Liberty of Access to thee my God who art the very Life â—f my Soul and whose loving kindness is better than Life 〈◊〉 without whom Life is none at all They would shut 〈◊〉 from thy Presence but do not thou Opâ—n the Door 〈◊〉 thy Grace and my Soul that I mâ—y fly unto thee and 〈◊〉 these these mine Enemies lye in wait for my 〈◊〉 yet let me Praise thee with joyful Lips and Serve 〈◊〉 without fear What though they have decreed to 〈◊〉 away my life are not my Times in thy hand and â—ithout thee shâ—â—â—â—ot fall an hair from my Head O 〈◊〉 me a Faith beyond my Fear and a Courage beyond 〈◊〉 Malice that I may dye rather than disown thee 〈◊〉 Dâ—voting my self a Sacrifice to thy Glory may 〈◊〉 all the World know that thou Lord art the only God 〈◊〉 the Souls of thy Servanâ—s who put their 〈…〉 Râ—deem thy Church and People 〈◊〉 Noise interruptâ— him The 〈◊〉 cry out amain 〈…〉 Traitor aâ—aiâ—st our 〈◊〉 and his 〈◊〉 away with him to the Lyoâ—s Darius â—â—â—sâ—lf cannot savâ— hiâ— Thâ—se we may suâ—pose were the Evideâ— to Sweâ—r against him who could safely 〈…〉 without fear of Perjury that they hâ— making his Petitions to the God of Heaven and so breakiâ—g the Decree And now haâ— the Plot taken effect the Innoâ—ent man falls by the Councils of the Wicked 〈◊〉 art thou O Lord yet leâ— me talk with thâ—e of 〈…〉 Wherâ—fore dâ—th the 〈◊〉 of the Wicked prosper Wherâ—fore are â—hey happ◠〈…〉 Jer. 12.1 So foolish was I and ignorant Surely thou didst set them in slippery 〈◊〉 thou cast est them down inâ—o 〈…〉 are they brouâ—ht into Dâ—solâ—â—ion as in a 〈…〉 wiâ—h Terrours P â—l 73 1â— 19.22 Now may you see them troop together with jâ—y and speed to Darius Court where they subtiâ—â—y râ—peâ—t thâ— Coâ—â—entâ— of the Law to the King with a Cursed Pâ—licy of dâ—signing to oblige him to a sacred and inviolable observance of his own Eâ—ict e're ever they discover the Transgressor who they knew was so dear to him that for hiâ— sakâ— he might have straiâ—'d hiâ— Prerogative unto the length of a Paâ—don iâ—poâ—â—â—ble But having once oblig'd him by the honour of his Royal word to confirm the decrâ—e then they presume to produce the Indictment and thus Aâ—â—resâ— O King Live for Ever THat Daniâ—l who pretends so muâ—h Love anâ— Loyalâ—y