though the path be something rough and small Better 's a rough path then no path at all For now I ramble up and down and see No certainty except of miserie Is it discretion to pull down a fair Cathedral Church because one spider's there Is it discretion to condemn the Sun Because the Dials false the Times must run Their revolutions set the Dial right Then you 'l not want a truth till Sol wants light Let all things move within their orbs suppose Th' inferior lights should labor to depose The Prince of light and drive him from his throne And by an usurpation make 't their own What strange aspects would this produce t' affright Supine Astronomers to see that light Which was at distance now approach so neer And blaze in an improper Haemisphere Consider then would not the Stars let fall Too great an influence the Sun too small On humane bodies O may they remain In their own Region then would Sol again Enjoy his just prerogatives and feed The world with such a lustre as I need Peace is the light I want could I obtain But Peace how soon should I survive again Peace is the best Physician I require Nothing but Peace to quench my hot desire A good Physician will be sure to see E're he prescribes where lies the maladie Then he 'l begin to study and to try What may be best whether Phlebotomy Be good and if it be opens a vein And so restores his Patients ease again Thus thus grand authors of my woes should you Have done at first if ye had been but true To me but when at first my griefs you saw Ye thought it good to purge me with your Law And having purg'd me ye began to see How weak I was and what a low degree Y' ad brought me to and then ye fell at strife By killing me how to preserve my life You brought strange Doctors to me whose advice I 'm sure was purchas'd by too high a price They bid me lift my arms up to my head And stir my Body for diseases bred For want of exercise they bid me play A game or two at Irish every day I took th' advice then I begun to finde A sudden alteration and my minde Was so transported that me thoughts the ground Began to dance and I my self turn'd round I fell into a trance with this presumption And ever since I 've liv'd in a Consumption Let this example all the world assure An English Grief will have no Scottish Cure And so farewel if these be your conditions Henceforth you may prove But not Physicians Englands Petition to Heaven AH me Ah me can nothing but Ah me Fly from my barren heart dear God to thee Ah me and why will not that word import Ten thousand pray'rs that so I may resort Unto thy ears by Troops then would I run Division on ah me till Time were done Weak as I am distracted and defil'd I prostitute my self not as a childe Of Sin but as a Parent that has had A numerous off-spring Now my heart is sad O grant that my unfeigned grief may grow Upon a real graft that I may show The fruit of perfect sorrow and declare How great my sins how great thy mercies are Storm thou my sins and force them to retreat And make my craving brest thy mercies seat Strike thou my flinty Soul that my desires May from a spark encrease to flames Thy fires Must thaw my Icy Soul or else I shall Remain for ever a congealed Gall I am compos'd of steel and cannot bow Except thy dear instructions teach me how Attract me by the loadstone of thy grace That through thy mercies I may see thy face And having view'd it I may never more Return to what I Idoliz'd before I have a Lydia's heart in mercy please To open it thy mercies are the keyes Ravish my Soul that I may fall in love With thee my God with thee that art a Dove Of innocency Let my raptures mount As high as Heav'n that there I may recount Thy never failing love and sing thy praise With Davids heart until the last of days Tune thou my stupid Soul and then it shall Be truly sweet and heav'nly musical Convert my swords to sighs that I my fight With my own crimes and hate to take delight To lacerate my self O tye the hands Of fury make me stoop to thy commands Convert my tydes of blood to streams of tears My lyes to truths my horrid oaths to pray'rs Make me to apprehend how thou hast wept Of late for me whilest I securely slept Let not thy tears destroy me but let me Dissolve to tears dear God and weep to thee Is it the heat of my offences make The Heav'ns to melt O Heav'n some pity take Or has thy great discretion thought it good To send these showres to wash away that blood VVhich I have lost I know thy purer eyes Cannot endure a bloody sacrifice O stop thy bottle pity my sad times And grant to me more tears or fewer crimes Be pleas'd to view me with a gracious eye And let the lustre of thy Majesty Reflect upon me let thy glorious light Create a day of mercy that the night Of sin may be expel'd O hear my pray'rs Usher'd unto thee with a tyde of tears To me O let thy mercies be exprest And fill the concave of a sinful brest Sinful ah sinful more then I am able VVith language to express intolerable Behold my festred Soul whose wounds proceed From sin and being drest with sin they bleed They bleed dear Heav'n they bleed O what a flood A flood they make and I am bath'd in blood O stop this current that does still begin Or I shall drown a Kingdom in my sin O look upon me and in mercy please To send me salve to palliate my disease Begin to hear O GOD begin to send That so my sorrows may begin to end THE LAMENTATIONS OF JEREMIAH CHAP. I. Contents 1 The miserable estate of Jerusalem by reason of her sins 12 She complaineth of her grief 18 and confesseth Gods judgments to be righteous HOw doth the City that was blest of late With store of people now lament her state How like a poor distressed widow she Deplores her sorrows that was wont to be Great among Nations greater far then any How tributary is she now to many She drowns her blushing cheeks with midnight tears And from her lovers can obtain no pray'rs Her friends arm'd all with treachery arise And shew themselves her publique enemies Spuâ—â—'d with affliction Judah's forc'd to fly And throw her self into Captivity Bâ—cause of sense consuming servitude She dwells amongst the Heathen multitude Her Foes o're-took her when she was distrest Well might she wish for but could take no rest Sion is with redoubled grief surpriz'd Because her feasts by none are solemniz'd Her Gates are fill'd with desolation and Her Virgins tortur'd with afflictions hand Her Priests with sighs heart-breaking sighs
express Their grief Ah Sion's fill'd with bitterness Her chiefest people are her chiefest foes Just Heav'n with these innumerable woes Plagues her transgressions and the enemy Drives her dear Children to Captivity And that rare beauty which adorn'd and grac'd Sions dear daughter is of late defac'd Her Princes fly and ransack all about Like hungry Harts to finde a pasture out They all are fled and flying can procure No strength t' oppose the merciless pursuer But when Jerusalem was thus confin'd T' afflictions lawless bounds she call'd to minde Her by past pleasures and those days which she For now her crying sins are grown so great That Heav'n hath thrown her from his mercies seat All those that lov'd her yea and highly priz'd her Seeing her shameful nakedness despis'd her She sighs turns her back as though she 'd borrow A private breath t' express a publique sorrow For being fill'd with wickedness Her end She never thought of neither had she friend To comfort her O Lord my God behold My great afflictions Ah my foe grows bold And magnifies himself His stretch'd-out hand Hath spoyld the pleasures of my fruitful Land The very Heathen whom thou didst deny Thy Congregation do contemn defie Thy just commands and with unseemly paces Inforce an entrance to thy holy places Her bread-desiring people fill'd with grief Give their chief treasures for a small relief Behold O Lord consider my distress For I am vile and fill'd with wickedness Oh stop your hasty feet ye that pass by And look upon my new-bred misery Sum up the totals of all grief then borrow A million more 'T is nothing to that sorrow Which I support wherewith the angry power Hath pleas'd t' afflict me in His wrathful hour For he from his all-ruling throne hath sent Into my bones a fiery Government Yea and his ever-active hand hath set And I am desolate and fainting lie Being turn'd from him am turn'd to misery Fast to my servile neck He hath bound on The wreathed yoke of my transgression Impair'd my strength and by His just commands I 'm thrown into my persecutors hands Where I remorsless I must still remain Voyd of all hope to be enlarg'd again His unresisted strength hath broke the bones And made a footstool of my Mighty Ones A great Assembly He hath call'd that may Punish my youngmen that will not obey And Judahs fairest Virgin Daughter 's trod As in a winepress by th' Almighty God And O these sorrows O these miseries Stir up a tempest in my clouded eyes Mine eyes mine eyes run o're I dayly spend More tears then any brain can apprehend My foes prevail my children all are led Into Captivity my hopes are fled Sion spreads forth her feeble arms t' express She seeks for comfort but is comfortless The Lord of hoasts commands that Jacobs eyes Shall round about him see his enemies And poor despis'd distrest Jerusalem Is as a menstruous woman amongst them My God is just yet I rebellious I Transgrest against his glorious Majesty O hear my people let your ears but borrow A minutes time from Time to hear my sorrow My Virgins and my young men all are fled Into Captivity my Priests are dead My Friends refuse to hear me when I call For want of food my hungry Elders fall O Lord behold see how I am opprest My heart thumps at the portals of my brest Oh I have sinned and my sins indite me Abroad the Sword at home grim Death affrights me My friends have heard my groaning and my grief Is known to them But I know no relief My foes with clamorous voyces fill the Earth And make my grief the subject of their mirth But Heav'n hath nam'd a day when these my foes Shall be Co-partners in my mock'd at woes O God let not their faults be hid from thee But deal with them as thou hast dealt with me My heart is faint my struggling sighs are many My griefs too great to be exprest by any Meditatio in Capitulum IF thou wouldst know my Soul what harâ—s attend A sinners progress to his journeys end Here here thou mayst if with impartial eyes Thou wilt observe the unsatiate miseries Of poor Jerusalem whose tedious groans Whose sighs and sobs and tears the world bemoans Observe her heedless steps and thou shalt know Sin was the Author of her self-will'd Wo. 'T was sweet at first but sowre in th' event That little word assumes a large extent Where Sin predominates there we may find The inconvenience of a troubl'd mind For when the mind 's perplex'd then we begin Either to fall to or to fall from Sin For like the restless Sea she 's active still And always agitating good or ill If well imploy'd she builds a wall about The Soul to keep approaching dangers out But if she spends her thriftless hours in Evil She makes a banquet to invite the Devil Who with his subtle and misguiding force Will re-invite her to a second course And then let Christians judg how much disquiet That Soul sustains that loves the Devils dyet Ah then my Soul if thou desir'st to be Exempted from the lot of miserie Make Heav'n thy refuge there thou mayst be sure To find contentment and repose secure Thou needst not fear there is no poys'nous thing Can wound that Soul that truly loves his King Nor all the malice mortals can invent Shall add to thee one mite of discontent There is no sorrow no calamity T' oppress thy thoughts No wry-look'd enemy T' upbraid thy actions then my Soul advise How much it profits to be heav'nly wise Ah had Jerusalem whose grief no pen Can e're engrave into the hearts of men Been wisely wary she had never known Those late reap'd sorrows which her sins had sown Had she but search'd her bosom and contriv'd Her actions well her glory had surviv'd Had she with Davids tears in time repented Those uncorrected sins her heart lamented She had not felt those judgments which did wait Vpon the ruines of her falling State But whilst her eyes were muffl'd and deluded Folly came in where Reason was excluded Needs must that Kingdom unto ruine run Where Folly sets and rises with the Sun Like as the body that 's oppress'd with grief Can neither hope for nor obtain relief Till the disease be known there 's none can tell The rage of sickness that was always well Even so Jerusalem because that she Judg'd not the Reason of her Miserie Till she was past recovery could never Have health restor'd her but was sick for ever Alas alas that Kingdom needs must fall That has a grief so Epidemical Had she but like the Ninevites in time Stop'd those distemp'ring humors which did climb Above her strength her grief had quickly ended And Heav'n revok'd those judgments he intended Med'cines are vain things when apply'd too late And through delay a grief grows desperate He that is Sin-sick is in bad condition Except Heav'n please to be his Souls
Star-chamber where our God controuls We have rebelliously transgrest and thou Thou hast not pard'ned with a cheerful brow Thine anger hath o'reshadowed us thou hast Slain without pity we thy anger taste Th' ast vail'd thy self with clouds which will not let Our prayers pass thorough to discharge our debt And as th' off-scouring thou O Lord hast made us Amongst those factious people that betray'd us Our greedy enemies have op'ned wide Their mouths against us and our pains deride Fear like a snare incloses us about And desolation will not keep without Mine eyes run down like hasty floods of water For the destruction of my peoples Daughter Mine eyes are full and tears do stream upon My cheeks without an intermission Till Heav'n look'd down on my enriver'd face And view'd my weeping from his holy place Mine eyes affect my pining heart with pity Because of all the Daughters of my City And causless like a frighted bird that flies I still am chased by my enemies They have destroy'd me in the dungeon nay They cast a stone upon me where I lay Th' imperious waves mounted above my head And then I cry'd Alas alas I 'm dead I call'd upon thy Name O Lord my voyce Out of the dungeon made a dreadful noise Th' ast heard my cries Oh let thy ears not lie Hid from the breathing of my doleful cry And in that day when I on thee did call Thou cam'st and bid me never fear at all And when my Soul O Lord was fil'd with strife Thou didst both plead my cause and save my life And thou hast plainly seen my wrong'd estate Judg thou my cause be thou my Advocate For thou hast seen their vengeance thou dost see Their deep imaginations against me Thou their reproach hast heard and apprehended What against me their busie thoughts intended Thou know'st the very lips of them that rose Against me and the malice of my foes Behold their sitting and their rising I Am all their musick and their melody Render to them a recompence O God And let them feel thy handy-work thy rod O give them grief of heart O let them burst With dregs of sorrow let them be accurst And let thy angry persecuting hand Destroy confound and sweep them from the Land Meditatio in Capitulum COme come my Soul do not obnubilate Thy self with smoky pleasures nor create More vain delights to please thy toyish minde Be serious now let pleasures be confin'd Th' Almighty's angry and his angry Breath Expresses nothing but resolved Death His wrath is kindled and his furious hand Threatens a ruine to a sinful Land His bow is bent behold he stands prepar'd T is he 't is he that will not be out-dar'd And should his roving messenger impart A secret sorrow to a private heart What then Can all the balsams may be found â—ecure so great so terrible a wound No no O then let thy discerning eye â—e truly watchful for discovery â—ft-times prevents a mischief he 's a stranger â—o Heav'ns high Court that thinks t' outbrave a danger â—ehold my soul thou art inviron'd round â—ith troops of adversaries hark they sound Their vilifying trumpets hark they mock And make thy sorrows but their laughing stock Dost thou not hear them how they shout and cry As though they 'd cleave th' unseparable sky O be not deaf rouze up thy self advance Thy backward thoughts sleep not in ignorance Provoke not Heav'n too much O do not still Vrge more and more his most unwilling will Observe but how unpleasantly his arm Draws up his bow as one that 's loath to harm Methinks I hear him say O can ye tell Why will ye dye ye house of Israel Methinks I hear his never-ending breath Breathe a disdain against a sinners death Methinks I hear his grieved spirit say Ye that are weary come O come away And lay your burthens on my back and I Will bear them all I 'l bear them willingly Why will ye dye why will ye shut your eyes And thus run head-long after vanities Open your Adder ears come and rejoyce With me and mine let my harmonious voyce Invite you Ah what pleasures can accrue From shadows to such substances as you Cast off the works of darkness let true light Expel those mists O come when I invite What do ye mean O tell me tell me why Ye love to tumble in impurity Ah now my Soul let admiration prove That Heav'n's compos'd of nothing but of Love O Love beyond expression My deserts Rather then Mercy claim a thousand darts Call home thy wandring thoughts and let them all Like servants be obedient to thy Call Examine them the very best will show Thy best deserts are but an overthrow Review thy actions see if they can yeeld One grain of comfort see if they can shield Thy threatned state The more men strive to smother Their sins the more one sin begets another Then fly dull soul to Heav'ns high Court there Melt melt into an everlasting tear Attone thy God let not thy tongue deny The truth to him when he shall ask thee why Why hast thou done this wickedness Confess 'T is thou hast sinn'd 't is he that must depress That head-increasing Hydra Then shalt thou â—ehold with what a voluntary brow He 'l entertain thee and those joys impart To thee which wait upon a contrite heart He will have pity though he sends a grief In multitudes of mercy lies relief The God of Love did never take delight â—o mantle sinners with the clouds of night â—e's an indulgent Father and his care â— infinite as all his mercies are Compose thy numerous thoughts my Soul and run O tell that Father thou wilt be his Son CHAP. IV. Contents 1 Sion bewaileth her pitiful estate 13 She confesseth her sins 21 Edom is threatned 22 Sion is comforted HOw is the gold grown dim how is the fine The purest changed that was wont to shine The stones that pav'd the Sanct'ary are thrown Into the streets for beasts to trample on The sons of Sion which I could compare To finest gold behold see now they are Esteem'd as earthen pitchers which the hands Of the industrious Potter still commands The ill-shap'd monsters which the Ocean owns As proper guests nourish their little ones But ah my Daughters are grown pitiless Like Ostriches within the wilderness The wordless tongues of thirsty children cleave To their unliquid mouths they never leave Their integrating cries Poor hearts in vain They cry for food but can no food obtain And they that fed upon delicious sweets Are desolate in the unquiet streets They that were brought up in a scarlet dress Embrace a dunghil as their happiness For ah my peoples Daughter suffers more For her great sins then Sodom did before Her beautified Nazarites could show A purer white then milk whiter then snow Their bodies then the rubies were more red With shining Saphire were they polished But now their changed visages excel The coal in
weep No Peace no ease no pleasure is all gone Pursu'd with envy and rebellion Whither oh whither are my glories sent Banisht my brest by Act of Parliament Vertue is fled and scar'd into a trance By the ill shape of Bughear ignorance What mists are these that thus eclipse the light Of splendâ—nt truths From whence proceeds this night Of darkening Errors how am I begul'd Of all my joys Nay how am I defil'd With leprous humors On how grief transports My frightned sense what envy 's this resorts Unto my swelling brest Is there no mean No pleasing Musick to divide my scean Were I an Atlas I could not sustain This Firmament of grief who can refrain From falling that 's so much opprest as I With such a burthen of Malignity Where shall I run to whom shall I address My burthened self or how shall I express My uncontrouled sorrows or relate Th' unhappy discord of my factious State Where shall I fly Is there no Ark above To hide me from these waves Is there no Dove To bring me tydings that the Land is clear And that the hills of Peace do re-appear But must I perish shall the waves of pride Dash me in pieces still a flowing tyde Still flow and never ebb Is there no bliss Wonder sad Soul O what an Ocean 's this Ambitious winds why rage ye more and more And make the Seas thus envy at the shore Is there no Peter can pray Heav'n to please To check the winds and qualifie the Seas Am I the worst of all Is my condition So bad that there is no Petition Can have an audience Ah my conscience saith I 've Peters fears but yet want Peters faith Here let us stop a little and advise With flesh and blood Can greater wants arise To damage Souls then faith whose want procures All these extreams which my poor heart endures Oh no there cannot he that wants the hand Of Soul-supporting Faith forgets to stand This is my want and till I find relief I 'le lie and tumble in the shades of grief And glut the ayr with sighs my hideous cries Shall roar like thunder in the troubled skies O that my eyes were Oceans that I may Drown all my sorrows in one stormy day Or would pleas'd Heaven enable me to strain To gulp up Seas and weep them out again Then should my briny streams gush forth so fast That every tear should strive to be the last So the swift current of my swelling eyes Should overflow my heap'd up miseries I have offended Heaven and now I see My sins are walls betwixt my God and me Which stop the passage of my fervent prayers That there is no prevailing but by tears To batter down the wall that thus prevents My cries my vows and hinders my intents To Heav'n that Heav'n can send me no relief Nor take me from this labyrinth of grief Gone are my golden my forgotten days When every bird could whistle forth my praise Gone are those days when this consuming Earth Was stuffd with pleasure perfum'd with mirth Though all be gone yet will I strive t' endure He that hath made the wound can make the cure For now I 'm wounded and my wounds do smart Beyond my patience and my tender heart Swell'd up with sorrow doth predestinate What woe must happen to my bleeding State My head my head 's tormented and my eyes Are dim with gazing after vanities My members swell like Oceans and from thence Proceeds so great so large a confluence Of noisom humors and they run so thick That they surcharge and make my stomack sick I ave purg'd alrâ—ady and that will not do I fear I fear that I must vomit too I doubt 't is too much action that hath bred These ill diseases that disturb my â—ead Oh I am sick to death my bowels yern I freâ—z I frâ—â—z and whilest I freâ—z I burn I burn I melt my soul is parch'd within How hot 's the furnace of tormenting sin And Ah! how soon is feebled nature lam'd With ioynt contracting cold if not inflam'd By heavens enlivening fire how hot 's my blood To what is bad and Ah how cold to good Oh grief how two extreams perplex one heart So link'd together that they cannot part Thus am I tost and doubtfully opprest Beneath the burden of a dubious brest Nothing but Wars and Tumults do arise Thrice hapyy I had I known how to prize My happiness Alas I ne're did know The good of peace till Heav'n was pleasd to show War makes me know what joy it was before To live in peace and plenty now the more To live in peace and plenty now I know by this This want of peace what a combining bliss It was to live united and to praise That God of Peace that blest my peaceful days With large increase Oh misery to think Loaded with too much pleasure how I sink I that was wont to boast my heaps of treasure Now swim in sorrow and now sink in pleasure I that the world did envy now am brought To be not worth the env'ing worse then nought Revil'd by all see how the hand of Fate hath pleas'd to make me thus unfortunate What shall I do what physick can procure A little ease I cannot long endure Where are my grave Divines to give advice To a relapsing Soul are they grown nice Of late Are their conspiring hearts agreed T' absent themselves in this my time of need What do they mean Oh whither are they fled Sure sure they 're silenc'd all or else all death Do they not see me falling Do they stand Amaz'd not daring to afford a hand To help me up Methinks I hear them cry That they are falling to as well as I. Where is Religion that was wont to be The Governor of Peace the branched Tree That ever flourish'd see now every Clown Being authoriz'd presumes to cut her down Will they still strive with swords with guns with clubs To pickle my Religion up in tubs Have they no Reason hath their greedy zeal Swallow'd up all their Senses at one meal Have they agreed that Piety and Reason Shall be condemn'd and voted into Treason Or hath their hell-bred thoughts found out a way To turn our Sion to a Golgotha Hath the Tartarian Counseller invented Such thriving Plots which cannot be prevented Leave off base Acts Mechanicks and begin To deal uprightly and reform within Bury your aged crimes and then go call Your stragling senses to the Funeral Adjourn your thoughts which now are quite contrary To Peace and think a peace is necessary Honour your higher Powers and do not mock And vilifie them as your laughing stock There are a brain-sick multitude a rabble Of all Religions that do dayly squabble About vain shades and let the substance pass Hating good manners as they hate the Mass 'T is such as these which thus my woes advance Whose very Souls are starv'd with ignorance 'T is such as these who dayly
Let thy sober will Be sway'd by reason let thy reason still Lead thee to meditation then begin To search thy self and cypher up thy sin Having thus done thou quickly wilt discry Thy grief and where th' imperious humors lie And having found them out let no delay Damage thy Soul but quickly haste away And from the bottom of thy heart confess Thy greatest sins so Heav'n may make them less O kiss the Son for if his anger be Yea but a little kindled blest is he Whose groping Soul his seal'd up mercies found And cast his anchor in so firm a ground Heav'n smiles on them whose oft-repeated pray'r Expands their sins makes their God their care But when revolting negligence shall call Confounding ruine from th' imperial hall Of Heav'ns high-seated Palace and invite A dreadful vengeance to eclipse the light Of a resplendent happiness and double The lab'ring Soul with interposing trouble Ah then our pleasures shall be turn'd to toys And sudden grief shall expiate our joys And like Jerusalem confus'd shall we Wander and languish in obscuritie Then then our down-cast spirits shall lament And moan their just deserved punishment Then shall our Peace be drawn unto an end Then shall we look for but shall find no friend Then shall our sad Embassadors prepare And mount to Heav'n but find no audience there Then shall our blubber'd eyes in vain let slide Innumerable tears then shall the Tyde Of Heav'ns high-flowing anger rage and roar And dash against our sin-polluted shore Then shall we run and in our running meet Th' obvious sword in the blood-streaming street Then shall our hasty trembling feet retire To our sad houses there shall Death require Th' arrears of sorrow Lingring Famine shall Like to a lean-cheek'd Fury grasp us all And from our strouting veins shall squeez a flood A luke-warm deluge of diffused blood Then shall our children with their midnight cries Lament for food Then shall their mothers eyes Bedew their bosoms with the falling showres Of dribling tears Then shall their lothed hours Haste to an end And having thus exprest Their woes shall creep into Eternal rest Then shall the early melancholly Bells Sound mournful peals for their sad last farewels Ah now my Soul Can any griefs out-vy Such griefs as these Can any heart deny The justness of these Judgments If they do May they feel Sodoms and Gomorrahs too Heav'n cannot be unjust No no 't is we Provoking sinners are unjust not he Shall we offend and shall we every day Hale down his Judgments on our backs then lay The burthen of our faults on him and cry Like Traytor Judas Master is it I No no we must not but let every one Vnbosom all his actions and make known His misdemeanors then if any can Plead himself guiltless he 's a happy man Find out but ten good men and for their sake Heav'n will deduct a thousand plagues and shaâ—â— Ten thousand more from his incensed brest And for their sakes will give ten thousand rest Sodom can witness Heav'n brooks no denyal He had sav'd all had ten been found but loyal Oh blind and foolish is that City when Ten thousand doubled cannot number ten CHAP. III. Contents 1 The faithful bewail their calamities 22 By the mercies of God they nourish their hopes 37 They acknowledg Gods Justice 55 They pray for deliverance 64 and vengeance on their enemies 'T Is I have seen affliction by the rod Th' impetuous anger of the wrathful God He with a pitchy darkness mask'd my sight And hath not cloth'd me with the robes of light He turn'd his hand against me all the day He broke my bones and made my flesh decay His lab'ring fury hath built up a wall Against me and surrounded me with gall In dungeon places he me set like those Which in their graves have had a long repose And he hath made my toilsom chains to be Heavy He hedg'd me from my libertie And when I shout and cry he will not hear But makes my pray'r a stranger to his ear He hath inclosed me with stones that stay My hasty steps he hath incurv'd my way And as a lurking Bear observes my paces Or as a Lion in the secret places He turn'd me from my ways disturb'd my state Pull'd me in pieces made me desolate He bent his Bow and made my trembling heart The aym'd-at object of his fatal dart He caus'd his quivered guests t' inforce my veins And take a large possession in my reins I was my peoples laughing stock their song Was tuned to my mischief all day long He fill'd me full of bitterness and wo And made me drunk with nauseous wormwood too He brake my teeth with gravel stones and he With heaps of ashes hath involved me Banish'd my Soul from Peace Prosperity Is quite relapsed from my memory I said my strength my very hope is even Wasted and perish'd from the Lord of Heav'n Ponder my woes and my afflictions all Remember both the honey and the gall These things do still in my remembrance rest And ah my Soul is humbled in my brest This I recall to my swift-roving mind Therefore I hope and hoping hope to find It is the mercy of the Lord we sail So safe for his compassions never fail They 're every morning new thy faithfulness Is great and greater then I can express The Lord 's my portion saith my Soul and I Will therefore hope unto Eternity And that just Soul which dayly shall attend Upon the Lord shall never want a friend 'T is good that man should hope and wait upon Th' Almighties pleasure and salvation 'T is good for man to exercise the truth And bear the yoke of his offending youth He sits alone and silently makes known He bears no other burthen then his own His humbled mouth salutes the dusty ground As if some hopes of mercy may be found He 's fill'd with shame he willingly invites T'a second stroke the hand of him that smites For they that strive and really endeavor God will not leave nor cast them off for ever He will have pity though he sends a grief In multitudes of mercy lies relief He doth not punish nor augment the smart Of sinners children with a willing heart His feet take no delight to crush to death Th' offending pris'ners of th' inferior earth To turn away mans right his heart abhors Before the face of their superiors And to subvert a man in his just cause The Lord approveth not 't is not his Laws And who is he whose spend-thrift tongue dare say This thing shall come to pass when Heav'n says nay Out of the mouth of him that 's God indeed There doth not evil but known good proceed Why doth a living man with grumbling thoughts Complain as one that 's punisht for his faults Let 's search let 's try our ways let 's turn again To God and he will turn away our pain And let our hands b'extended with our Souls To Heav'ns
distress We buy our water O unhappy fate And purchase fuel at too dear a rate Our necks are persecuted and unblest And still we labor but obtain no rest Unto the Egyptians we our hand have spread Desiring to be satisfied with bread Our buried fathers sin'd in former times And we have born the burthen of their crimes Servants have rul'd us and there 's none that will Deliver us but let them rule us still With peril of our lives we have obtain'd Our bread because the sword was unrestrain'd Our skins are black like to an oven and dry Because the Famine caus'd a Tyranny Sion and Judahs daughter have been led Away and violently ravished Princes are hang'd up by the hands the faces Of Elders have no honor but disgraces They made the young men grinde the children blood Fainted beneath the burthen of their wood The Elders at their gates did not abide The young mens musick too is layd aside The joy is ceas'd which was our hearts relief Our active dancing 's turn'd to passive grief The crown is fallen from our heads and wo Wo be to us that have offended so Our hearts are faint and our suffused eyes Are dim because of these calamities Because that Sions mountain's desolate The foxes walk thereon to recreate Themselves But thou O Lord shalt sit on high Upon thy Throne unto Eternity Wherefore dost thou forsake us and demure Thy self so long from us that seem secure Turn thou and we are turn'd Lord we implore Renew our days as thou hast done before But thou hast quite rejected us and thou Beholdst thy servants with an angry brow Meditatio in Capitulum COmplaining what is that will that relieve Impris'ned souls or teach theÌ„ how to grieve Tell me sad Soul can greater wants converse With flesh and blood nay what more lasting curse Can be entail'd on man then to complain To such an ear as will not once retain The least expression of a grief but cry Let woe attend him to Eternity O dismal sentence and if this be all 'T would grieve a man that e're he griev'd at all To be thus harshly answer'd and excluded From hopes of mercy Be not thus deluded Despairing Soul Jerusalem 't is true she did complain And was that all O no her tongue did chain A prayer to her Petition and her eyes Were dayly trickling for her miseries Where is that man that if he chance to be Deprived of his goods by robberie Will sit complaining by himself and try No lawful means for a recovery Of what he lost should we not deem him mad To lose that good which might be easily had If sought This Proverb calls it to my minde He that will spare to seek must spare to finde Even so if Satan whose depriving pow'r Shall take a watch'd advantage and devour The Manna of our Souls shall we then say 'T is gone 't is gone Satan has stoln 't away And ah can these these naked words recal A lost estate O no 't will but enthral Our happiness the more and make our grief The more extream admitting no relief My Soul if Satan e're shall make attempt Vpon thy weakness lab'ring to exempt And win thee from thy self go and make known Thy cause to Heav'ns Judg-Advocate bemoan Thy self with tears complain confess and pray God loves confession but abhors delay Run run unto him that thou mayst prevent The wrath and censure of his Parliament Go go for there thou shalt be sure to finde Abundance link'd together in one minde There is no faction no divisions there But all are setled in one hemisphere Of true Opinion There is none t' expect A bribe or else without a bribe neglect To agitate thy business or exact Vpon thy guiltless conscience or enact Their several humors There is none to bring Thy Soul in danger 'cause th' ast lov'd thy King Thy heav'nly King by whom thou shalt possess A true and no excised happiness O endless joy a joy that far transcends The deepest thoughts a joy that never ends Be ravish'd 0 my Soul and meditate Vpon Jerusalem Let her sad state Be as a caveat to thee let her fall Teach thee to stand let her detested gall Prove honey to thee so mayst thou derive Thy welfare from her sorrows and survive In everlasting bliss Peace beyond measure Shall crown thee with vicissitude of Pleasure Play well thy game and so will Heav'n extend His liberal grace and bless thee in the End DIVINE MEDITATIONS MEditation we may fitly call The Souls Arithmetitian summing all Our sins together Nay and every day Cyphers them up and teaches us to pray Then let us meditate and strive to do What our Arithmetitian leads us too He that will true examples learn to give First let him learn to dye and then to live Prefer the surest first for you and I Vncertain are to live but sure to dye MEDITAT. I. PElion is fallen upon Ossa's back The more I cry for help the more I lack There 's none will look upon me how I lie In the Charybdis of perplexity Escaping Scylla O I thought I 'd been Past danger but Charybdis was not seen MEDITAT. 2. I 'm now benighted and obscur'd from light My day of pleasure 's turn'd into a night Of clouded sorrow Grief comes sailing on Steer'd by the hand of my Rebellion Heav'n stop his passage may he never rest Within the harbor of my tender brest MEDITAT. 3. What have I done or what have I deserv'd That I am thus imprison'd and reserv'd For death and sad destruction Nay but why Why do I ask what I have done To dye To dye 't is too too little could a worse A worse succeed I have deserv'd the curse MEDITAT. 4. I have displeased Heav'n where shall I fly To hide my self from his offended eye If rocks or caves could hide me from my sin There there I 'd go and hide my self within The bowels of the Earth till Heav'n should say The night of sin is gone and now 't is day MEDITAT. 5. What if I storm'd Heav'ns Paradise with prayers â—nd so besieg'd it with an host of tears What if I undermin'd and layd a train â— blow it up with sighs 't were but in vain â—storm besiege all is but labour spent Except I could as David did Repent MEDITAT. 6. â—â—pent O what a sound that word imports 〈◊〉 how it penetrates How many sorts â—f Ecchoes answer it Repent of all â—e that leaves one repents of none at all â—e that will learn how to repent and when First let him strive to be a David then MEDITAT. 7. â—nd art thou still disquieted my Soul â—â—ust thou in God in God that doth controul â—â—th Heav'n and Earth 't is he that must and shal 〈◊〉 fear'd and honor'd yea and lov'd withall â—is he can send Jobs torments and his wo 'T is we must pray to have his patience too MEDITAT. 8. Fain would I come before my angry God But that my sinful years
33. When I consider how I have offended My Souls dread Soveraign and vili-pended His gracious promises I much admire He casts me not into eternal fire But he in mercy makes me kiss his Rod Tells me I am a creature he a God MEDITAT. 34. Consider well my Soul why hast thou breath Since that the wages of thy Sins are death Thou hast deserv'd ten thousand times to dye But that thy GOD whose mercy doth deny A Sinners death reprieves thee for a time To make thee know the greatness of thy crime MEDITAT. 35. O meditate my Soul what Heav'n hath done For thee that art his most rebellious Son He hath prolong'd thy days and striv'd to win And draw thee from the lothsomness of sin Admired patience O indulgent care Mercy of Mercies how can Heav'n forbear MEDITAT. 36. Have I offended and shall I despair Oh no I dare not Ah my Soul forbear To harbor such a wickedness but know When thy sins ebb Gods mercies overflow His mercy is an Ocean and thy prayer Is th' only wind can raise a tempest there MEDITAT. 37. Then pray my Soul and let thy prayers reveal Thy bosom sins O think not to conceal A crime from him that is the God of Truth And knows the sins of thy offending youth Ah know my Soul the more thou striv'st to smother Thy sins the more one sin begets another MEDITAT. 38. Can Sin the Souls consuming Viper lie And lurk secure from Heav'ns all seeing eye O no 't is vain to think so though that we Are muffl'd up with sin yet Heav'n can see O then confess my Soul and thou shalt tread And trample on the Vipers poys'ny head MEDITAT. 39. But can Confession in it self obtain An absolute forgiveness Can we gain Heav'n by a sigh O no my Soul express A perfect sorrow when thou dost confess Then let resolved Constancy endure And thou my Soul shalt truly rest secure MEDITAT. 40. Dost thou my Soul desire to be partaker Of those celestial joys wherewith thy Maker Crowns those endeavoring Souls which study still To be obedient to his sacred Will Examine well the Scriptures they will show The ready way then practise how to go MEDITAT. 41. Let thy innocuous Meditations be Serious and fervent let integritie Still wait upon them which will still defend And guard thy actions to a prosperous end Then shall thy labors have a peaceful rest Then dayly labor to be dayly blest MEDITAT. 42. But have a care my Soul left malice chance To interpose it self and so advance Above thy patience and disturb that peace Which might have blest thee with a large increase O have a care this be no fault of thine Remember who hath said Vengeance is mine MEDITAT. 43. Dost thou desire my Soul that Heav'n should say Thy pardon 's seal'd and I will blot away Thy numerous sins nay and I will no more Remember them as I have done before Then learn my Soul to know whilest thou dost live He that will be forgiven must forgive MEDITAT. 44. If thou wouldst go to Heav'n my Soul go on Not as the sluggard of wise Solomon Be not so timerous as he to say There is a Lion lurking in the way Go on with courage let the way delight thee Then shall the Lion grumble and not bite thee MEDITAT. 45. The wise man saith that sluggards shall be cloth'd With rags and all his actions shall be loth'd And he that 's willing to obtain a prize Must be laborious and have watchful eyes My drouzy Soul make Heav'n thy prize then strain T' out-run thy sins and so thou shalt obtain MEDITAT. 46. When on the ladder Jacob did discry The Angels in his dream he saw them fly Vpwards and downwards which was to express How much they scorn'd and hated Idleness Then learn my Soul how to ascend apace From sin to the perfection of grace MEDITAT. 47. What was the reason Peter wept Nay why Did he go out and weep so bitterly Could he not weep within Did he not dare Before the wicked to disburse a tear By this example Peter makes it known Who truly grieves desires to grieve alone MEDITAT. 48. Hast thou my Soul with persecuting Paul Envy'd the Church Hast thou conspir'd her fall Why then my Soul wilt thou despair 'T is true The crime is great and GOD is gracious too A light may shine from Heav'n and thou shalt be With Paul converted from thy Tyrannie MEDITAT. 49. Hast thou with thrice-denying Peter cry'd I know him not but stubbornly deny'd The Lord of Life what then the Cock may crow God may look back upon thee and bestow His liberal blessings Then my Soul deny Thy sins with Peter and weep bitterly MEDITAT. 50. But was it not my Soul a sad disaster That Peter should so soon deny his Master For whose dear sake led lose his life O what A sudden change is this I know him not Nay more as if he thought this would not do He binds it with an oath forswears him too MEDITAT. 51. What was the reason that the Lions when They entertained Daniel in their Den Did rather fear then hunger Nay how can Destroying Lions fawn upon a man My Soul there was a Lamb that tam'd the Lion And made the Den prove Daniels safest Sion MEDITAT. 52. Advise my Soul and how could Daniel live Impris'ned in the Den and none to give Him dayly food How could he rest at quiet Without th' enjoyment of some slender diet When Heav'n commands his Angels they shal feâ— A Soul my Soul that Soul can never neeâ— MEDITAT. 53. 'T was Faith that guarded Daniel from the paws Of dauntless Lions whose imperious jaws Were ty'd by Heav'ns appointment so that they Forgot their Tyranny and learn'd to play My Soul with Daniel truly think upon Thy God and Faith shall be thy Champion MEDITAT. 54. Did great Goliah fall Could he not stand That was so strong against so weak a hand Could not his armour nor his storming power Maintain so mean a Combate half an hour Here here my Soul observe and thou shalt find An armed body but a naked mind MEDITAT. 55. But how did stripling David dare to show His childish face before so great a foe He had no armour on nor sword to shield His body yet he fought and won the field Here here my Soul observe and thou shalt finâ— A naked body but an armed mind MEDITAT. 56. Be sure my Soul when e're thou shalt begin To war with the Goliah of thy sin Take Davids armour and thou shalt or'ethrow Thy sin with a most advantagious blow Boast not too much but with bold courage fight The pebble-stones of Faith fly always right MEDITAT. 57. Faith is the arm of safety which defends The Soul from all approaching harm and lends A sword to fight with Satan who may venter To make a thrust or two but cannot enter Gain thou this arm of Faith my Soul and then Thou mayst out-dare a Lion in
whole a broken and a contrite heart Tell him th' art heavy loaden and opprest And crav'st th' enjoyment of a happy rest What though thy querelous desires at first Seem to be frivolous and slightly nurst Detract not thou but be progressive still And not too retrograte but let thy will Attend his pleasure is 't not fit that he Should be attended that attended thee What if he still denies thou art but paid With that dull Coin which thine own sins have made Hath he not waited at the brazen walls Of thy regardless brest us'd many calls Nay many thousands and hath dayly knock'd And found the nurs'ry of thy ears still lock'd And bar'd against him 'T was enough to turn Patience into an Extasie and burn The strongest Resolution and incite Vengeance to make an everlasting night Oh think on this blest Soul and be content Good actions seldom want a goood event Another DISCOVRSE Between the SOVL and FAITH So. I 'M full and yet seem empty I have store Of Earths delectables and yet I 'm poor I have what e're my rav'nous thoughts require And yet I want in having my desire I eat delicious food drink sparkling wine Enjoy my self and yet I am not mine I am the worlds delight I am the child Of pregnant fortune yet I am revil'd And what external happiness can be Thought worth imbracement is imbrac'd by me Since all these Joys are heap'd upon my back I fain would know what 't is I seem to lack Fa. Thy wants are soon exprest dull Soul I know Who wants my helpful hand wants power to go Oh what an easie matter t is to find A stuffd-up body and an empty mind Grief rests within the centre of that brest That knows not what is worst nor what is best But still looks downwards on this dunghil earth That alienates the Soul and breeds a dearth Within that sacred Essence that divine And glorious Monarchy Who can define Th' inchanting Raptures and th' emperious Joys Of sublimated Heav'n that toyls for toys Thou sayst th' art full yet empty thou hast store Of Earths delectables and yet art poor 'T is true th' art full but tell me whence proceeds That fulness say what charitable deeds Hast thou perform'd oh learn frail Soul t' express Too great a fulness breeds an emptiness Experience tells thee there is nothing worse Then slighted mercy turn'd into a curse Thou say'st th' enjoyst what e'r thy mind requires And yet thou wantst in having thy desires Thou eat'st thou drinkst and hast the worlds consent To be her darling yet art not content 'T is true he wants whose fulness wants desire To want that fulness which his wants require What though the world accumulates increase There 's no content when Heav'n denies a Peace If Heav'ns blest mouth proclaim'd no peace should be So. Vnto the wicked what 's become of me Who always liv'd to sin and sin'd to dye Oh miserable miserable I Fa. 'T is true GOD will not suffer Peace t' arise Unto the wicked yet that GOD denies A Sinners death and by a free consent Promis'd a pardon with this word Repenâ— 'T is a persisting Sinner must expect A sad reward for a perform'd neglect So. Then what must I expect have I not run Even from the rising to the setting Sun In paths of negligence and still persisted And rather back'd a sinner then resisted The power of sin Oh how can I obtain Or thoughts or hopes to be reclaim'd again Fa. The mouth of Heav'n did never yet divide His language thus My Soul shall not abide A penitent offendor no his breath Speaks better things then the lamented death Of those who though they have in former times Been permanent in their unbosom'd crimes Yet when the sense of their transgression brings Abundant sorrow then Jehovah sings Rare strains of mercy to their Souls and pours His endless mercy down in liberal showres So. And is our GOD so merciful so just To lep'rous Souls and shall not my Soul trust In such a never-failing GOD Shall I Retort a no when he proclaims an I Oh no I le take what he shall give and then When Heav'n proclaims my tongue shall say Amen For 't is thy Christ thy Love thy Son must ease us Fa. Follow me Soul I le lead thee to thy Jesus Penetrant Suspiria Coelum ARe sighs so prevalent that they can be Admitted to the ears of Majestie Is Heav'n so weak or sighs so strong that they Can make an on-set and enforce their way Unto the ears of GOD Can sighs perswade That Lamb to mercy that our sins betray'd Can roaring Lions meet and can they part Without a combate Can a lep'rous heart Meet God and think t' out-brave him in his Sion Our sins are Lions yet our God's a Lion And what 's a sigh 't is but a blast of wind Blown from the center of a stormy mind And can the ayr of one poor sigh aspire So high as Heaven Ah sighs can never tire In such a progress though they be but ayr Yet they condense within the sacred ear Of nursing Majesty who hears the sound Of wel-spent groans and takes them at the bound Sighs are like morning Larks sometimes they fly And chatter praises to the blushing skie Then wearied with their flights dart down amain Longing to repossess the earth again So sighs the Souls best oratory fly To the Interpreter of groans who 'le not deny To hear the hearts embassage but delights To see souls wingd with sighs to take such flights But when our hearts are loaded with the cares Of this vile earth and sigh themselves to tears Oh then he stops his ears and makes them know Their sighs are earthly and they fly too low Nor can they reach the suburbs of his ear Unless they mount into a higher sphere Then let thy well-directed sighs my Soul Mount upwards still that there they may condole Thy ev'ning sorrow and thy morning grief Then they 'l like Doves return and bring reliâ—f Unto thy floating heart and thou shalt find The operations of a sigh thy mind Shall purge it self thrice happy 's thy condition Sighs are good physick when Heav'n is Physician Roganti dabitur WHo would not be a Begger that may crave Upon such easie terms but ask and have Here 's swelling bounty and sure this must be No humane but a divine charitie Here well-instructed Poverty may live He that gives power to ask hath power to give The greatest gift that ever yet was known Was freely given being ask'd by none And he that gave 't hath many gifts in store Many give once because they 'l give no more But he who gave that gift will not refrain If wisely ask'd to give us gifts again And if a heart-recording gift we make Of this his giving teaches us to take Be it ordain'd that begging be an art Heav'n loves a giving hand a begging heart But let us rest a little here 's the task Heav'n knows
to give we know not how to ask Methinks I hear some multiloquious fool Make this reply What must I go to school And learn to beg I 'm skilful to require If Heav'n would suit his gifts to my desire Let fools delight in folly let them think That men are blind because they see them wink Others methinks reply Have we not cry'd To Heav'n for blessings and have been deny'd Have not our early voyces been extended To Heav'n and yet our labors vili-pended Is this th' effect of pray'r are these the gains That we were largely promis'd for our pains Go silly Souls and do not thus contest With him that knows what 's worst and what is best Ye know not what ye ask your fond desires If granted to may breed such flaming fires Within your greedy brests and so torment Your hearts with millions of sad discontent Then may ye know that true discretion lies As well in asking as in giving wise And solid hearts will labor first to know What 's fit for their desires and then they 'l sow Their pray'rs in such a soil as shall encrease Their stock of Grace and everlasting Peace Pulsanti aperietur KNock and it shall be open'd here 's an art Requires the labors of a studious heart It is an easi action some suppose Because it commonly consists of blows Here 's a mysterious knock 't is not the hand Oâ—â—lâ—sh and blood can knock or tongue command The gates to move 't is not Saint Peter's keys Can turn the lock except the Landlord please Heaven 's a well-ordered family whose gate Opens not soon to them that knock too late But those whose early labors shall implore To have admittance at that sacred door Must well instruct their hearts and have a care First learning how to knock and after where How happy 's he that really can say Go take thy rest my Soul th' ast knock'd to day Hâ—'s happy that can speak such words as these Open the door my Soul thou hast the keys How happy 's he that by a faithful knock Can make the yeelding Gates of Heav'n unlock Pray'rs are the keys of Heav'n the melting door Is mercy that lets in and out the store Faith is the golden key which gives us all A speedy entrance to the spacious Hall But we must open or else not come there The gate of Mercy with the key of Pray'r Go then my Soul into some private place Unlock thy heart and when unlock'd abase Thy self before the Throne of Heav'n and fly Unto the Temple of Divinity Go knock thy heart out if that will not do Say Heaven 's grown deaf or else thy heart 's not true Cast off the thred-bare garments of thy sin Thy pray'rs will melt the gates and let thee in The Governor of Heav'n will not refuse To give an audience to such welcome news Nor can he be ungrateful or neglect To crown thy labors with a true respect Then tune thy heart and teach it to express Full Diapasons of true thankfulness And grant dear God when my poor Soul shall knock That my unworthy key may fit thy lock AN ELEGIE Upon that Son of Valor Sir CHARLS LVCAS Who was shot to Death by the Command of the Counsel of War before COLCHESTER To all those that love the memory of Sir Charls Lucas Reader WHen my serious thoughts reflected upon the Death of so worthy a person I could not but privately deplore so publique a loss and being importuned by his virtues and my own sorrow I gave my pen the priviledg assisting it with the uttermost of my power to compose this Elegious Poem upon his Death which I cannot expect will be consonant to all humors but only to them that love Loyalty Reader I shall desire thee to let the strength of thy goodness pardon the weakness of him that is His Kings his Countries and Thine JOHN QUARLES AN ELEGY I Cannot hold the Laws of Nature break The Laws of Reason and my Cisterns leak Pardon my tears oh Heav'n and let thy pow'r Subdue my grief and mitigate this showre Restore me to my self and let my Quill Weep for me let it weep until it fill Whole volumes with sad tears tears that may flow From age to age that all the world may know It weeps for him whose never-dying name Gives golden feathers to the wings of fame But is it requisite that I alone Should storm so great a work as this and none Invok'd t' assist me Sorrow hates delay Oh hear my hasty call and come away Ye grief-supporting Muses here is that Will sublimate your senses ask not what It is for fear lest melancholly I Ravish'd with what I speak should faint and dye Times full-mouth'd Herauld will exactly tell How Death hath rambled from his mâ—sty Cell And with presumptuous violence hath shot A Star whose fall will never be forgot Then rouze your down-cast spirits now or never Shake off your slumbers or repose for ever Lucas has conquer'd Death he 's gone to keep An everlasting Sabbath and to sleep In Abrahams bosom Ah methinks this breath Should re-invite you from the shades of Death To weep his obsequies but if there 's none Will be invok'd my Muse shall walk alone Into the Wilderness of grief and there Condole this loss till sorrow wants a tear Have I betray'd my self Am I o'retaken With folly Or has Reason quite forsaken The kingdom of my mind If he be blest How dare my tears thus interrupt his rest Oh Times Oh Manners Is the world grown mad Some I behold rejoycing others sad As grief can make them Sure we have forgot To sympathize or else why weep we not Or smile together Has Death got the power To make us weep and smile within an hour Smile they that please mine eyes cannot forbear For every smile of theirs to shed a tear Come real-hearted Mourners and incline Your ear to my sad story and confine Your selves to sorrow sorrow that shall need No definition if your hearts can bleed Now now they shall and may that barren eye That will not weep prove blind or always dry And they that can and will not now let fall Some tears have hard hearts or no hearts at all Lucas rare Soul oh that my tongue might dwell Upon thy name 't was thou that didst excell The world in Martial Valor He that can Forget thy name forgets to be a Man 'T is death to say th' art dead Thou canst not dye If thou art dead there 's no Eternity Thou liv'st in spite of Death yet I condole Thy murther'd body but I 'm sure thy Soul Lives above envy where it shall be blest In spite of those whose wisdoms thought it best To put a period to thy days and bring Joy to themselves and sorrow to their King Discreetly done and sure this Act must be Recorded in the Rouls of Infamie That after Ages when they do behold May blush what noble Deeds were done of old Say Tyrants say