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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05590	The gushing teares of godly sorrovv Containing the causes, conditions, and remedies of sinne, depending mainly upon contrition and confession. And they seconded, with sacred and comfortable passages, under the mourning cannopie of teares, and repentance. By William Lithgovv.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1640 (1640)	STC 15709; ESTC S108580	48,504	102

Common-wealth it beares great swey It masks the Merchants with Gibeonitish faces And with each trade it can the harlot play From mighty men to mean see what I sought I finde them all corrupt'd their wayes are nought Corruption in their brybries fraught with greed Corruption in their flesh subborn'd by lust Corruption in their manners full of need Corruption in their sinne and livesinjust Corruption in their malice flankd on pryde Corruption in their wills blinde Natures guyde Corruption in the treachrie of deceat Corruption in false weights and falser measures Corruption in vile perjurie and hate Corruption in the hoording up of treasures Corruption in hypocrisie and strife Corruption in a base dissembling life Corruption ah injustice by the Judge Corruption too in partiall ends 'gainst reason Corruption in the traitour that dare lodge Corruption fixt on murder and high treason Corruption in oppression and what then Corruption in the lavishnesse of men Corruption in forg'd tales and false reports Corruption in fraile fleshly vile desires Corruption in base taunts and jeering torts Corruption in despysing naturall Syres Corruption ah in negligence and slouth Corruption from fond sports in age or youth Corruption in ambition and high looks Corruption in straind-selfe contract'd opinions Corruption in best learneds and best books Corruption in great Princes and their Minions Corruption in vaine courtly Courtiers stiles Corruption in sunk Worldlings greedy wiles Corruption in abusing outward things Corruption in vile drunkennesse and swearing Corruption in a Wranglers crafty wrings Corruption in delay and long forbearing Corruption in the ignorance of mindes Corruption in best knowledge of all kindes Corruption in prest complements and phrases Corruption in bad cariage mask'd with guile Corruption in poore flattrers foolish praises Corruption in most Pen-men and their stile Corruption in a Sycophantick leyar Corruption in the Layers mouth and Pleyar Corruption in Adultrie and worse lust Corruption in backbyters slandring tongue Corruption in lost credit without trust Corruption in the gathering worldly dung Corruption in blinde filthy Criticks censures Corruption in mechanick glyding tonsures Corruption in corruption sinne afords And ev'ry way corrupt'd corruption swallowes Most grow absurd corrupting deeds and words ●nd in the pudle of corruption wallowes The hollow heart of man such venome vomites Of all corruptions that they 're fixt for Comets ●ll which portend some grievous dissolution 〈◊〉 ev'ry state a wofull alteration ●prung from enormities of pollution This land is turnd the face of desolation Both great and small the scourge of fortune feele Whose fates are tost still round about the Wheele To day a Lord tomorrow fled to warres To day a Laird tomorrow turnd a beggar To day in wealth tomorrow closd with barres To day in peace tomorrow swear and swagger To day in farme tomorrow forcd to flee To day puft up the morne cast downe we see ●inne is the cause which makes such judgements fall On Land-lords now who still oppresse the poore They taxe and raxe them keep them under thrall That most are forcd to leave both hold and doore Whose grounds in end is sold or else ly waste Both Tyrants and th' opprest such changings taste Lord save me from this all-corrupted age Where craft joynes with extortion either hand ●lood and oppression may but passions swage ●trict law and justice quite for sake this land Men now must gaze like Souldiers battell broke That looke for aide else for the fatall stroke Nay we 're corrupt'd in thought in word and deed Yet of all sinnes vile drunkennesse is worst It breeds all ill and of all vice the seed It harbours lust and makes the Actor curst And smothering shame it wallows in despaire Where spoiling vertue seeks examples rare Our Patriarch Noah after the deludge Had shunn'd sommersing of the first drownd World He planted vines for man healths sound refudge Yet made his toyle the snare wherein he hurld The grape was sweet and strong see how he sunke He graft it first and first with it was drunk This worlds sole Monarch of the second age Who built the Arke which sav'd him and his race Undrown'd Behold was tane and turnd the Page Of glutting Bacchus senslesse of his cace Was it not strange this Columne could decline That scaping waters yet was drownd with wine But he great he earths sov'raigne Lord and Father Had no intent to foxe his sober senses But tasted touch'd and drunk then faild or rather He seald his fault to shelter like offences Not so his slip pleads o'resight unacquainted And reason would he tast'd the thing he planted Like so was Lot ensnar'd when fled for feare From burning Sodome and cavernd at night Was by his daughters gull'd They thinking there The world was gone sought to restore the right Of natures race And he starke drunk imbrac'd them But sure he griev'd when th' action had defac'd them But our grosse Drunkards base pedestriat natures Will roare and quaffe old houses through strait windowes Blaspheme their Maker and abuse his Creatures And swear they 'le spend their bloud and carve their sinnewes To beard cold Phebe then Orlando like Rapt Rodomunting oathes and Cyclops strike Whose red-ey'd sight show faces fixt with Comets Through which like Vulcan they would seeme goodfellowes O here he staggers and there he wallowing vomits And if mischiefe fall out he courts the gallowes Last friends and meanes been lost he 's load with curses Then bends his course to steale or robbe mens purses What ill can Hell devise but Drunkards do it All kindes of vice all kinde of lusts they swallow For why its drunkennesse that spurres them to it Satan suggests and they his counsell follow Then turne they frantick mad distracted Sots To clout their Conscience with retorting Pots They lye and surfet belch and vomit blood Yea ever rammage brutish and absurd Their beastly manners loathsome are and rude Deprav'd of senses have their wits immurd Benumb'd debosh'd last sunke in beggars brats Eate up with vermine starve and die like Rats Worlds of examples I could here denote As well in ancient dayes as moderne times What were these Pagans past what were they not What are our present judgements for like crymes May not their Alcoran serve to condemne us If we our selves would from our selves exam'ne us May not Philosophers the light of nature Convince us for like riot and excesse Nay even the beast unreasonable creature Stand up and witnesse of our sensualnesse They will not once exceed their appetite But man will surfet with a deep delite In using we abuse Gods benefits And turne his blessings to an heavie curse Surpassing temprance we confound our wits No health for body lesse for soule remorse All things were made for us and we for God But being abus'd they serve us for his rod Alas where reason when poore man misknowes The life of knowledge reason did infuse Shall understanding sleep shall I suppose That will is weaker than

to their devouring plenties My bones shall rot then turne in mouldring dust This is the way of flesh both bad and just And yet vaine Man he little thinks or dreames Once of his death nor what his end may be His sense deludes him and the world it seemes A glasse to looke on for his sensuall eye He neither mournes for sinne nor sinne forsakes But from one ill another worser takes What surging follies overcloud my minde With vain-wing'd fancies and surmysing flashes Such fleering thoughts more lighter than the winde Breed nought but foolerie which opinion dashes My wish'd for wishes straight conceiv'd and done The care of carelesse dreams I scarce can shunne I posting runne in wayes of naughty ends Lord crook and stop my course with streames of grace Which flood can carry none that ill pretends Like Jordan that receives no barbarous face Unlesse they swim So sans remorse they 'le drowne Who hazard here quick sandie sins pull downe This saving grace the soule guards with strong hand And if it slip it can not fully fall It s like Maronahs full disgorging strand Hembes in Canaan from barbarian thrall Like keeps the Lord his owne and guards their wayes They perish not though chargd with fraile delayes As Jordan circuits the holy land Twixt Liban and that south-lake smoaking show From the Petreian soyle joynd with a strand Which tribute payes 'gainst Jericho I know To famous Jore One parts the Midian soyle The other sackt Samarias confynes coyle This is the march girds Canaans south-east side But more the Lord preserves and guards his owne From ghostly ill and from aetheriall pride From terrene sprites from Hell and what is knowne To plague the soule he is a bulwark strong Fens'd with good Angels free all his from wrong Then happy they can creep within this Tent And sheltrage seek under his mercies wings Sigh for thy sinnes O! let thy soule repent Thy misdemeanour to the King of kings First grieve then weep last seeke thy Saviours face Let teares implore for teares can plead for grace Kinde were these teares which Josephs love had spent When with his brethren he his brother saw His heart surchargd with joy it shrunke as shent To plunge that deep which Benjamin did draw But loe moe teares were shed one with another When Joseph said Behold I am your brother Feare not said he the strict Aegyptian law Though to the Ismaelites my life you sold For what was done was done by God I knaw No spight of yours his providence behold Foresaw your need and brought me here to be A father to my Fathers miserie There five yeares famine yet shall worke your woe Wherein ag'd Jacob and his race may starve Unlesse he flit then get you up and go To fetch him downe faile not in this nor swerve They went he came all met in melting joyes For passions have extreames as bairnes have toyes Since Nature then in floods of teares can melt For joy of sight to overjoy their love Much more our teares when we remorse have felt For sinne shall glade the powers in Heaven above These tears are blest and make us blest for ever For godly grief from grace no crosse can sever Let patient Job be paterne in like case Whose losse was such as never yet was none Yet shrunk he not sound stedfast love took place Faith forc'd his hope and both proclaim'd in one Sure my Redeemer lives and he is just Though he should kill me yet in him I 'le trust Mine eyes shall see him and he will me save As I am confident he will not faile Sterne rough calamitie would me deceave But that 's a shade my purpose must prevaile In God my soule is fixt nought can dismay me Nay death it selfe nor Satan can betray me See! here the Columne of a lively faith The type of Christ in meek and milde behaviour His friends they slight him he contemnes his death And in his miserie still avowd his Saviour This was a love excell'd all loves on earth For Christ he lov'd who lov'd him ere his birth Then how hate I my selfe if I love not My loving Lord who lov'd me from his love He truely loves who for thy sake I wot Loves thee and himselfe for thee this we prove All kindes of love without thy love breed loathing Unlesse we love them for thy sake they 're nothing Great king of glory all thy works invite Us to love thee since thou first loved us As starres do from the Sunne take light and heat For from that fulnesse we the like discusse How can our soules thine Jmage want the sight Of thy bright love whose love is perfect light Lord we do all depend upon thy love Because our being had of thee beginning Next thou preserves us as we rest or move And art our end controlls us when a sinning All what we have we have receiv'd from thee And what we want thou wilt the same supply O God of love thy nature is all love In love more glorious than the sunne in light Thou art an infinite fire from above Which here enlightens with its beames each wight A fire of love a loving fire we finde A light not burnes a flame not quels the minde O Lord if thou thy tender love withdraw And from us slips one step to turne thy back Are we not dead in sloth and sleep no awe But each temptation shall presage our wracke Then Lord uphold us since all worldly things Are ever changing tyme their ruine brings To day we live the morne to grave we 're sped We sight this world as birds by gazers glyde As dreams evanish so our dayes are fled Like water bubles as soone quelld as spyde Thus heart-grown man ingorgd with pryde and lust He posts and posts to death then turnes in dust To argue on corruption that subverts The good we would and choaks our best desires It is a senslesse appetite perverts The light of reason with entangling fires A head-strong blinde irregulary ill That captives wit and wounds both sense and will It s strong in all infirmities injust Still fraile in goodnesse weak in sound conception It s rull'd by nature and her daughter lust Which blinds the light of knowledge with deception Like pitch corruption blacks the purest soule And where it comes makes ev'ry clean thing foule It takes best hold on imbecillitie And where that fortitude deficient is It dare not wrestle with dexteritie Nor count with Temprance one defective misse Much like a Ruffian or a Theefe by night It loves and lives in darknesse more than light Corruption many wayes may be defind To be a Hydra neck'd Herculian snake Stop'd at the eye it compasseth the minde Barr'd from the soule the heart it soone will take Say if the eare be deafe the hand will feele And if it smell not it can taste too well Corruption rules most states and office places In Church and