Selected quad for the lemma: religion_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A53202
|
Odes and elogies upon divine and moral subjects
|
Killigrew, Henry, 1613-1700.
|
1698
(1698)
|
Wing O137; ESTC R26893
|
21,400
|
84
|
Name Of Saints it being now their Right Iews to this Title having forfeited their Claim III. BUt this high Honour 's little in the Eyes Of our thrice holy Sectaries Thus to be herded they disdain To march i' th' common Christian Train Those the Apostles holy call they count Prophane Affect a more Supreme degree Saints above the Saints to be And more exc'llent Precepts do they give Than others do they better live Divine Credentials can they show They more than former Ages know Sad Experience answers No. What are then their great Attainments Rude Behaviour uncouth Garments New coyn'd Words distorted Looks Ignorance and contempt of Books To all Government Perversness To Conviction an Aversness To speak the Truth the Faith they do desert Religion all that 's sacred to a Farce convert IV. WHen Iames and Iohn to our Lord their Mother brought To sit at 's right and left Hand him besought They might the Honour in his Kingdom have Says he You know not what it is you crave So we may say to those 'mong us aspire To th' Name of Saints you know not what it is that you desire Can you sustain the Burden you take up Support the Honour which you so usurp The stile of Saint is not a flaunting Name To give a Sect Repute and Fame A Term a Badge but does denote a State Dutys requires of an Heroick Rate The Saints Gods Champions are 'Gainst Hell and Sin they War Temptations Hardships undergo All Dangers Torments Death it self break thro' And as their Calling's higher So from them greater Wisdom all require And if at any time they fall None their Lapse does Frailty call But in their Eyes it does avail As when Natures self does fail And as a Monster 's look't upon by All. V. IF St. Paul's Advice be therefore good Least he fall let him beware Who lately stood Much more it will become their Care To keep their Footing who Exalted are For if a Fall on level Ground A Bone may break or Limb may Wound He that walks upon a Tow'r Had need be circumspect that Hour If Heedless here he be and rash To pieces his whole Body he may dash Those Angels from their Station fell Stopt not till they came to Hell And so An Hypocrite Saint will sink until he can no lower go The Title therefore wave and be the Thing An empty Name to Heaven none e'er did bring That which on Aarons Miter was inscrib'd Holiness to the Lord let none thro' Pride In Capital Letters on his Forehead write But labour to be Holy in his sight While to be Christ's you all declare You do confess that you no Christians are The Sin o' th' Iews and yours comes all to One They took away Christ's life and you allow him none VI. Heriticks in the Days of Old T' oppose some single Truths were bold But Quakers dare 'Gainst Vniversal Faith declare All Christian Doctrines Worship Churches brand Whose sacred Rites Professors Structures stand Besmeer'd with Ordure by their impious Hand Nor Holy Scriptures do they less blaspheme Advancing 'bove them what themselves do dream Subjection to all Magistrates disown Usurp both Pow'r of Parliament and Throne A Sect by Leather Breeches first begun Rude and Seditious silly and course-spun In which for th' highest Place these two do vie Excess of Folly and Impiety Contemn'd by all the Sober Pious Wise. But they by their Numbers fright those who their Cant despise For th' Ecclesiastic and the Civil State Profess'dly are their Grievance and their Hate And cou'd they reach their highest Aim and Vow They wou'd destroy All that they disallow The Muses I. PHoebus his daily Course being run His Rayes of fire Quench't in the Sea or else lay'd by Apollo now and not the Sun The Prince and President of the Muses Quire As on Parnassus he did ly Say'd you to whom I did bequeath My Daphnes ever verdant Wreath Refresh me with your charming Layes Our Votaries record those who adore the Bayes Thalia promptest of the Nine Whose Harp was ever turn'd as ever strung At his Command thus Sung In lofty Numbers and Divine All mortal and immortal Pow'rs All that are great in Heaven and Earth are Ours The God's themselves do higher prize A Hymn than Sacrifice To be extoll'd for doing Good Than have their Altars flow with Sheeps and Oxens Blood II. THe mighty Hero when h' as fought And Conquest his high Wishes glut All Opposition under him has brought On Necks of Kings has set his Foot Whose noble Deeds shine forth so bright His very Person is a sight And never moves without the Ax and Rods To shew that Life and Death Depend upon his Breath And that his Pow'r approaches to the Gods This Pomp and Glory he does lightly prize His Tribute and Dominion yet much more despise With all the Vulgars gaze And simple Praise An Ode of Pindars far esteemeth more Than Crouds and Crowns than Trophies Triumphs all the Peoples Rore The great Pelaean Prince Achilles Tomb Beholding wept ' and his a happyer Doom Pronounc'd in being sung in Homer's Verse Than to be stil'd himself Lord of the Vniverse III. BEauty which does such mighty Monarchs sway Makes them to stoop whom all beside obey At whose proud Feet do prostrate ly Riches Youth Nobility Who causes her own Fair Sex for Envy dy This her Empire holds below The Glorys we the Muses do bestow Fam'd Helen thought it less To reign a Queen than to be enthron'd in Verse And Iulia did their Court despise Who her Person did admire Because Augustus was her sire What was so great in their's was little in her Eyes Chose Ovids celebrated Love to be Before her high Imperial Dignity The Learned and the Wise Seek Fame tho under Truths disguise Thy self great Paean the admired Eye Of Heav'n when brightest thou dost shine Th' art but a Planet in the Skye At Helicon a God and Pow'r Divine A Chorus here of all the Nine Joyn'd in the Close And Phoebus to restore the Day to mortal Men arose The Sullen Shepherd I. PRetending Muse What dost thou here Nought more Ungrateful can appear Thy Laurel I disclaim and Lyre Thy Verse and Musick less admire I 'd rather see a shaggy Coat Than this thy gorgeous Dress and Varie'gated Coat Th' adored Idol of our Plains Th' Ambition of our most accomplish't Swains Fair Aleria for a while By thy Arts I did beguil She did pronounce that I wou'd prove most true Who knew so well Beauty and Worth to give their due On this Success I bore me high But while on thee I did rely Behold where foil'd and scorn'd upon the Ground I ly II. THis is Pans high and solemn Day In which I Sung and on the Pipe did play Thro' Natures secrets Thou my Song did'st steer And the Celestial Orbs that guid the Year In wond'rous Strains I made our Shepherds know Whence fruitful and unfruitful Seasons flow Philosopher Bard Astronomer I my self
ODES AND ELOGIES UPON Divine Moral SUBJECTS LONDON Printed for Henry Bonwicke at the Red-Lion in St. Paul's Church-yard 1698. ODES The Priest I. WHence is 't my Muse that thou appear'st so fair Exalted both in Garb and Air Not only Verdant are thy Bayes But round thy Head they dart unwonted Rayes Muse Did not great Wor'ster learn td Ely late Their matchless Works to thee communicate Make them frequent thy unfrequented Gate And that my Laurel Springs dost thou admire Enough my Muse th' ast Reason to aspire Strain to a higher Key thy Strings And Sing henceforth of Sacred Things Odes and Elogies essay divine The Priest to these thou'lt rightly joyn The Priest too let thy Layes adorn The Priest so much the Ages Scorn II. GOd with his Voice did once his Laws proclaim In Thunders Earthquakes and in Fire Lest if Mens Hearts he only did inspire And they no Outward Object saw They shou'd deny him Author of his Law And take him for an empty Name But the Conviction was so full of Dread While Men beheld that God did live themselves were well-nigh dead Their sinful Nature they confest too weak To bear his Presence or to hear him speak III. HIs Mercy for this Cause made choice Of Men to be unto the World his Voice Not that all Men should claim this Grace No not the Blemish'd even of Aaron's Race Less the prophane and vile by Trade 'T is true that he did call Elisha from the Plow and Amos from the Oxes Stall And Fishermen Apostles made But then his Call advanc'd their State As Men from Earth Wise men from Idiots did create These to the World at first did Preach God inspir'd what they did teach Says he Solicitous be not what to say It shall be given you in that day IV. BUt when our Lord to Heav'n had shew'd the Way And none but the Perverse cou'd stray Of such Almighty Aid there was not need It was enough the Rule to weigh as well as read Together with a pious Heart Study to use and humane Art Industry to undergo And learned Languages to know The which the Spirit does befriend Tho' it o'er-bears not Men unto the End V. IN these Phanatick and Atheistick Days Heav'n enough we ne'er can praise When Botchers Coblers from the Stall Their Itch to Preach do term a Call And those a God deny believe no Priest at all That yet the Holy Order we enjoy Debased by no late Alloy Learn'd Apostolick and pure That fiery Trials can endure And Truth 'gainst Hell it self secure VI. MY Muse thy Lyre is faint and weak One Stillingfleet alone to speak His Rev'rend Aspect Gracious Life to draw Answ'ring both Gospel and Levitic Law Who Singly dares all Hereticks engage Their Strength their Rudeness and their Rage Hower fam'd in ours or any former Age. When ancient Errors they disguise Or New devise He does detect them with his piercing Eyes The Reason shew they so much vaunt Is miserable Sophistry and Cant Their Doublings Sculkings can descry Dodging 'tween Gibb'rish and Philosophy Their Scoptic and Elaborate Shifts expound Be the grave Nonsense never so profound If to Antiquity or Tongues they fly They find that there He 's Conversant and they but Strangers are VII THe solid Truth when heretofore Such Triflers cou'd not shake The Good Man they their Sport did make With Flourishes of Wit insulted o're Hobbs tho' subtil in Dispute His Talent was to baffle not confute And when he made a lucky Jest His Follow'rs thought he had the Best But here together with the Truth they see Language and Wit tho' both neglected be So strong so beautiful and high What they their Business make is far below his Bye That here their Petulance so ill they place They throw but Dirt upon a lovely Face Which them does bruitish shew but it no way disgrace Psal. lxxvii 7. Will the Lord cast off for ever Will he be favourable no more Written before the Peace I. WHen Men thro' high Presumption disobey Not by mistake but knowing go astray What wonder is it if they Danger meet As Cattle led not by their Head but Feet And like to them become a Prey What wonder is it when they cry And when Afflictions them oppress That God is Deaf to their Distress And does all Help to them deny They cry not from their Sense of Sin But from the Durance they are in Deliverance if they cou'd obtain And in beloved Sins remain Midst Threats of Hell their present Ease they 'd hold a Gain For present Ease is all their Care This their Devotion warms 't is this enflames their Pray'r II. IN these our Days Loud are the Plaints we here 'T is now no less than the Ninth Year That Wars amaze Th' Accounts brought to us from abroad However Various Evils all record Allies are false and sep'rate Leagues renew France only and the Port between themselves are true Plantations late are lost our Merchants tan'e Thousands by Famine Sieges Earthquakes slain Forts are betray'd Towns storm'd ras'd plunder'd or in Ashes lay'd Even at this Distance Bombs we seem to hear And Seas tho interpos'd secure us not from fear And in these Mis'rys having long been tos't 'T is say'd Our hop'd for Peace at last is crost Ungrateful Men confess Our Evils than our Sins are less And Providence adore Upon this very Score However they are near We do not see and feel them tho we hear That in Gazetts they only have a Place Of Slaughters when we read None in our Streets do bleed And Bombs and Cannon flash not in our Face III. THeir Suff'rings those compute but not their Sin Long it would be before these Men confess That more than twice Nine Years th 'ave lived in Prophaness Whoredom and in Drunkenness That Means they never us'd Lust to subdue Ne'er car'd to pay to God or Man their Due Or thought the Nations Happiness the less When most Enormous Crimes did it oppress But if the Foe at any time prevail'd To murmur and complain they never fail'd If Vengeance with our Sins kep't equal Pace Deplorable in truth wou'd be our Case For yet no Age did ever see Vices improv'd to such Degree He that was lately Lew'd essays To justify his wicked Ways By Blasphemy Our Libertines are Vnitarians grown Themselves to be Socinians Deists own I doubt to call what 's ugly Paints Yet these Pretences are but Feints For Atheism is the real End To which these Vizor-Names do tend IV. THe Foe of God and Man does now despise By sly Delusions to subvert a few Here and there to gain a Prize To Tempt he holds below his Fame It answers not his Mighty Aim Which is Religion Truth and all that 's Holy to subdue God's Throne in Heav'n he did attack in vain But that on Earth he doubts not to obtain And with these Hopes his Grandees does excite To Piqueroon no more As mean and poor But 'gainst the strongest Forts