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religion_n	church_n	see_v	zion_n	70	3	9.2861	5	false

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A67233	Certaine serious thoughts which at severall times & upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into verse and now into the publike view from the author [Wyvill coat of arms] Esquire ; together w[i]th a chronologicall table denoeting [sic] the names of such princes as ruled the neighbor states and were con-temporary to our English kings, observeing throughout ye number of yeares w[hi]ch every one of them reigned.	Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.; Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711. Chronologicall catalogue of such persons as ruled the neighbour-states, and were contemporary to the severall kings of England, since the coming in of the Conqueror.	1647 (1647)	Wing W3784; ESTC R38784	18,436	93

will not doubt A Domino factum est istud Nor was there ever any had recourse To him by humble prayer that sped worse For this my heart within me shall rejoyce In all distresses thou shalt heare my voyce And if at any time my suite ungranted Return I 'le think 't is better for me wanted To Master WROTH School-Master at EPPING in ESSEX THose recollective Thoughts to me Most welcome SIR must ever be Which to my memory represent The time under your roofe I spent Though spent improvidently there Large fields of corne for reaping were Yet I but glean'd which make's my starved Muse Such leane ill-thriven verses now produce I might have learn't how to Decline All Vices and Forme by Divine Sweet Conjugations my Sence To due and fitting Mode and Tence You th' Pronouns mine and thine did teach To be no more but Parts of Speech From you a Generall rule I might have got To use the world as though I us'd it not But Oh how Zions plants would thrive and like If it were fenced round with such a Dike As he whose pithy Sermons double were In number to the Sabbaths in the yeare Who summon'd up to heaven back hath sent His Posthume book t' attend the Sacrament Nor is it from Ingratitude that in The middle of my non-age I begin Vnto his Care my childish yeares were given Whose Cure now poynt's us out the way Heaven Too few such men are found in any age As was the Guardian of my pupill-age He scorn'd the common roade did not discharg By some raw scarce-made Bachilor his charge Lord I admire thy providence and see How vast a summe I am in debt to thee But nothing have to pay if thou do'st call For an account behold forgive me all Is all I can produce O cross the score And make my love proportionably more Scindimur incerti CAn mans distracted fancy find the way To truth where thousand sects themselves display Supporting errour This terrestriall round hath scarce a place where Veritie is found ASIA ASIA which only glories to have ●een A spotlesse man where Canaan hath been A type of Heaven and the blest abode Of the whole world's creator Iacob's God Where all the sacred pen-men once did preach Nay where the Lord himself vouchsaf'd to teach Wallow's in darknesse now their Sun is set With bended knees they crouch to Mahomet And in the stead of Sinai's Law-Divine The Talmude is receiv'd in Palestine AFRICA THough Hippo's Sainted-Bishop Augustine Like a bright Lamp in Tunis once did shine In Aegipt by St Mark although were sown The early seeds of true Religion Though Aethiopia's Eunuch did proclaime The Lamb whom he mis-tooke till Phillip came All 's now erased and a man may say Nothing but error spreads in Africa AMERICA THis Spain-enriching new-found world a gem Once proffer'd to our Henry's Diadem With reverence to their puppet-zemes do pray Whil'st to them they themselves become a prey Those devill-spirits every where appeare Not honour'd though ador'd serv'd but for feare And yet this now in-fatuated flock Shal know the Shepherds voyce and Bridgroom's knock Their time of Gospell's next Religion may Still bending West find out America EVROPE NO harbour where my Sea-tost ship may lye At Anchor and expect felicity So many lands run o're and yet not see A path directing to Eternity What hope remain's in Europ sure he shall That fly's Charybdis into Scyll fall Opinions here as much as faces vary Some this some that some think the quite contrary Hence 't is that every Nation may discover Her armed Natives murthering one another Wa' st not from hence the King of France thought good To drench his Sisters Nuptials in bloud Hence all the present forreign jarrs and those Where T●weed her flowing streames doth interpose And as asham'd to heare warrs threats again Hastens to hide her face within the Maine Poor Soul thy wearied foot-steps may in vaine Survey the universe return again As farre from satisfaction as before Vnlesse divine direction thou implore Lord teach my wary thoughts so to decline All devious paths as to keep close to thine Vpon 1 Cor. 3. 11 12 13 14 15. For other foundation can no man lay then that which is laid Iesus Christ. And if any man build on this foundation gold silver precious stones timber hay stubble Every mans work shall be made manifest for the day shall declare it because it shall be revealed by fire and the fire shall try every mans work of what sort it is If any mans work that he hath built upon abide he shall receive wages If any mans work burn he shall lose but he shall be safe himselfe neverthelesse yet as it were by fire THe heaven-instructed Master-builder layd Zions foundation skilless men have reard Their own inventions some have wooden made And saplesse doctrines of small use when heard Others their hay-like withering Sermons vent No Scyth is sharper then their byting phrase Most bring us stubble when the corn is spent And trifles prosecute with strained praise All these are combustible send that fire Thine holy Spirit try consume refine Thy Prophets so with sacred truths inspire That they may rectifie each crooked line Vs hearers such affections affoord As fit 's a spirituall building to thee Lord. Vpon Amos 1. 11. Behold the dayes come saith the Lord God that I will send a famine in the land not a famine of bread nor a thirst for water but of hearing the words of the Lord. IN sacred Scripture I have sometimes read A sorer famine threatned then of bread That judgments fal'n on us Where for a time I sojourn'd West-ward in a Northern Clime Two Counties for the lack of Wine unable Were to invite us to the Holy Table This question rose amongst discourse about it May not the Sacrament be given without it Some said it might some that again deni'de I dare not take upon me to decide Nor unto other doe I ayme to give A Law but for my own part thus conceive So God vouchsafe my soules repast to mak 't I care not though in Vinegar I tak 't FEB 8. 1642. T Is not base trembling cowardize and feare That mak's me in this fighting age forbeare To draw my sword but seem an uselesse thing Perhaps whil'st others by adventuring Gaine glorious titles for my Countries good My steps would fearlesse march in Seas of bloud And welcome certaine ruine yet I finde A war within my selfe and stay behind Eternall blessings fasten on the Crown To Charles his head God grant him all his own And may as long-liv'd curses fall upon Their heads who honour not his Princely Son So from my heart I wish and yet suspect Many unsound will sound that Dialect The form-obtrudors may deform and make Eneruous whilst the Church of Rome doth take Advantage and supplant Religion I l'e not thrust in my hand to help them on Whose heart can lesse then bleed whose head can be Lesse then

a spring of teares when his eyes see Distemper'd Zion in this wofull plight Her ●un with-drawn inveloped with night My willing Muse so she were unperplext Could wish to sing her Nunc-Dimittis next Ho! all that love her all that passe this way Contribute here your sighs sit down to pray And mourn till God all other hopes are vaine Make up the breaches of his Church again Amen So be it Lord say Amen let it be so that we The beauty of thine holinesse may see Vnum hoc a te Domine expetivi usquè immo usque Idem expetam sacro-sanctae nempe ut aedis Tuae incola populi tui laetitiâ fruar Psallentique Israeli comes adjungar Si fractus elabatur Orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae Though all the Elements like us should jar And wrap up ruin'd Nature by the war Though the worn Fabrick of the sphears above Should in disjoynted fragments downward move And horrid Catarackts should headlong come With swift descent to make the world one tombe Yet should my feareless soule hope to espie A place of safety in my Saviour's eye That skilfull chymist's never-failing art Can good extracted out of ill impart And ev'n by her distresses rear a frame That Zions re-built glory may proclaime Which if my longing eyes but live to see 'T is Lord that one thing which I beg of thee Some foot-steps of this Warre traced THe low-tun'd numbers of my humble Verse Cannot this Scene of death to th' life rehearse I offer but one dish and that I feare Will Reader worth thy tasting scarse appeare Yet may prepare thy stomach thou wilt be Hereafter feasted with the Historie Some cunning hand will strike so high a string That all the quarters of this Orb shall ring The great atchievements of our Nobles they Shall live in numbers that are lap 't in clay And those that make Iambicks in their pace Shall in Heroicks run with nimble grace Here my ingaged thoughts could I but frame A verse that worthy were to beare his name Would vent themselves and tell thee who did come Though lame yet loaden with much honour home At Worster first the Tragedy begun From worse to worse since that we head-long run For follow South-ward and discover still The edge of War but sharp'ned at Edg-hill Many tall Cedars fell some shaken lye Yet discord bloomes again since Newbery Besides these three how many Fields have been Forc't into blushing tinctures from their Green By flowing bloud This issue though it be Not twelve yeares old ô God by none but thee Is curable unless the selfe-same hand That heal'd that woman save this bleeding Land We perish all our thoughts amazed are On thee our eyes are fix't thy people spare Sure some Prophetick spirit gave the name Vnto that Village where beside the Lame Four thousand Christians all bereav'd of breath By fire-enraged Messengers of death The setting sunne beheld and at the sight Hastned his Western journey and sent night To force a truce 'T is call'd long Mar-ston yet Mars thy command I wish may soon be shortned in this Land But can our wishes which from flesh and bloud And common-sence arise procure this good No we have sinn'd and each one must begin To be impartiall to his proper sin O let us to the throne of Grace repaire With true-repentant humbly-servent prayer Presented in our Saviours Oratory Then God will Finis write to this sad story On the death of our Vertuous and deare friend Mistris Dorothy Warwick at Marsk Aug. 6th 1644. IF only light griefs find a tongue and those That are extream cannot themselves disclose Immur'd by stupid silence surely then Nothing but flowing teares must from my pen Be-blur this paper 't is beyond the art Of language to expresse the smallest part Of our deep sorrowes for her losse whose age Scarce to the Summer of her Pilgrimage Attayned had yet so ripe fruit but few After the Autumne of their yeares can shew No act of hers could be esteemed lesse Then one step forward to that place of blisse Where now her faith is crowned and we find Her sweet and pretious memory behinde Mors Mea. My flitting Soule must leave her house of clay The tim 's not more uncertaine then the way And manner whether my consumptive breath Shall leisurely-expiring creep to death Or some more furious hasty sicknesse have Commission to snatch me to my grave Water may cause or th'torrid element My dissolution by some accident Ten thousand means and more doe this discry That young strong healthfull rich and all may dye Though I scape chance and sickness yet I must At length by age subdu'd crumble to dust I dare not wish nor were it fit to be A carver for my selfe my God to thee My willing soule resign's her fate what s'ere Thou layest on me give me strength to beare Yet if it stand with thy good pleasure send Not suddaine death nor sence-bereaved end And if thou 'st honor with white haires my dayes O teach me how to spend them to thy praise That when I shall forsake the sons of men My better part may flye to thee Amen Mors Christi Thou Son of God descending from above Would'st manifest by that rare act thy love To poore lost mortalls did'st vouchsafe to take A death-subjected nature for our sake Nor did'st disdaine to have thy sacred face Made by those stubborn Iewes their spitting-place Thou patient stood'st the object of their scorn Deck't in a purple robe and crown of thorn And Millions of such troubles having past A shamfull death thou underwent'st at last All this for us and more for even as we Thou tempted wast the cup was drunk by thee Which thy just-angry Father had prepar'd To ransome man by Sathan's art insnar'd Mine heart to thee 's too poor an offering Who by once dying took'st away death's sting Fraus Mundi Fond man I why doth thy fancy doat upon Such nothings as the world can call its own Why should such Ignes fatui divert Thy erring foot-steps or mislead thy heart Belike thy soule but little light injoy's For darkness gives the being to such toyes Grant thou hast honour beauty riches pleasure Delitious fare with heaped summes of treasure All in superlatives get one gem more Or else the former makes thee but more poore Nay thou must sell them all that one to buy If thou do'st mean to gaine felicity Gloria Caeli Stay doe not black this Paper for it is A better Emblem of the place of blisse Then my dull pen can draw 't is pure and white May serve to represent eternall light Hath neither spot nor wrinckle none of them May come within the new Ierusalem But how should paper or my lines which are Composed both of ragges such joyes declare As never eye nor eare nor heart nor braine Of man within that small sphear could containe Yet may thy humble contemplation Discern some glimpses by reflection Read then the glory of thy great