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The map of misery and the sinners plea by G.T.
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G. T. (Giles Tooker)
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puffe of womans last Went forth and Wept with many a bitter Plaint And by his Tears obtained Grace at last But Wretched I have fell of mine accord Ten thousand times against the living Lord 23 Yet cannot straine one true repentant Teare To gain the Blisse from which my Soul is banisht My flinty Heart true Sorrowing doth forbeare And from my sence all true Remorse is vanisht For Heart Sence are cloy'd with Sence of Sin That there 's not place for Grace to enter in 24 No place Dear Lord unlesse thy Goodness please To pitty Him that worst deserves of any And in thy tender Mercy grant him Ease As thou'tofore hast Mercy shew'd to many The clouds of Sin do vanish when thy Grace Enters the Heart O make my Heart thy Place 25 Happy were man if Sin had never been Thrice Happy now if Sins he would forsake But Happier far if for his wicked Sin He would Repent and hearty Sorrow make Leaving the Drosse and fleshly Delectation To gain in Heaven a lasting Habitation 26 There is the Place wherein all Sorrows dye Where Joy exceeds all Joyes that ever were Where Angels make continuall Harmony The Minde set free from Care Distrust and Feare There all receive true Contentation And Happy made by Heavenly Contemplation 27 O why should Man that bears the stamp of Heaven So much decline Heavens holy Will and Pleasure O why was Sence and Reason to him given That in his dayly Sins will know no measure He knows the Sad account that must be made For Sin yet he makes Sin his dayly trade 28 This to recount Dear God doth kill my Soule But that thy Mercy quickneth it again O heare me Lord in Bitternesse of Dole That of my Sins doe prostrate here Complaine And at thy feet with Mary knock for Grace Though wanting Maries Tears to wet my Face 29 When She had lost thy presence but one day The want was such her Heart could not sustaine But to Thy tomb alone She took her way And there with Sighs and Tears She did Complain Nor with Her selfe contented ere was she Untill again She got a sight of Thee 30 But I have lost thy Presence all my dayes And still am slack to seek thee as I should My wretched Soule in deadly Sin so stayes I am unfit to see thee though I would Yet if I would with Tears Thy comming tend To me as Mary Thou wouldst prove a friend 31 Tears are the Key that ope the way to Blisse The holy Water quenching Heavens quick Fire Th' Atonement true 'twixt God and our amisse The Angels drink the blessed Saints desire The Joy of Christ the Balm of grieved Heart The Spring of Life the Ease of every Smart 32 O wherefore is my steely Heart so hard Why am I made of mettall unrelenting Why is all Ghostly Comfort from me bard Or to what end do I defer Repenting Can lustfull Flesh or flattering World perswade me That I can scape the power of him that made me 33 No no The secret Searcher of each Heart Both sees and knowes each Deed that I have done And for each Deed will pay me home with Smart No place can serve His Will decreed to shun I should deceive my selfe to thinke that he For Sin would punish others and not Me 34 Our first borne Sire first breeder of mans Thrall For one bare Sin was of Perfection reft And all Mankinde were banisht by his Fall From Paradise and unto Sorrow left If he for one and all for him feell Paine Then for so many what shall I sustaine 35 The Angels made t' attend on God in Glory Were thrust from Heaven for one Sin alone That but in thought for so Records the Story For Which they still in lasting Darknesse Groane If Those once Glorious thus tormented be Ah wicked I what will become of Me 36 What will become of Me that not in Thought In Thought alone but in each Word and Deed A thousand thousand deadly Sins have wrought And still do worke whereat my Heart doth Bleed For even now in this my Sad complaining With new made Sins my flesh my Soul is staining 37 O that I were remov'd to some close Cave Where all alone retired from Delight I might my Sighs and Tears untroubled have And never come in Wretched worldlings sight Whose ill bewitching company still brings Deep provocation whence more Danger springs 38 Ill Company the cause of many Woes The pleasing Bait that hides the subtle Hooke The Rock unseen that shipwrackt souls orethrows The weeping Crocodile that kills with looke How Many Souls have perisht by thy Guile Whom thou hast led to Hell even with a smile 39 O who will give me Tears that I may Waile Both Nights and Dayes the Dangers I have past My Soul my Soul t is much for thy availe That thou art gotten from their straits at last O Joy but in thy Joy mix Tears withall That Thou hast time to say Lord heare me call 40 I might as others Lord have perished Amid my Sins and damnable Delights cherished But thou Good God with care my Soule hast And brought it home to look on heavenly Lights Ah me what Thanks what Service can I render To thee that of my safety art so tender 41 Now do I curse the time I ever went In Sins black Path that leadeth to Damnation Now do I hate the houres I have mis-spent In Idle Vice neglecting Souls Salvation And to redeeme the time I have mis-worne I wish this houre I were againe New-borne 42 But vaine it is as saith the Wisest man To call againe the Day that once is past O let me see what best is for me than To gaine thy Favour whilst my life doth last That in the Next I may but worthy be Even in the meanest place to wait on Thee 43 I will as did the Prodigall Son sometimes Upon my knees with hearty true Contrition And weeping Eyes confesse my former Crimes And humbly beg upon my low Submission That thou wilt not of former Faults detect me But like a loving Father now respect me 44 Even thus will I in Sorrowing spend my breath And spot my Face with never-dying Teares Till aged wrinckles Messengers of Death Have purchas'd Mercy and remov'd my Feares And then the world within my looks shall read The pitious Wrack unbridled Sin hath made 45 And that which was a Pleasure to behold Shall be to mee an ever-griping Paine All my misdeeds shall one and one be told That I may see what Tyrants have me slaine And when I have thus mustered them apart I will display on each a bleeding Heart 46 And lest my Tears should faile me at most need Before Faiths face I le fix my Saviours Passion And see how His most precious side did Bleed And note His Death and Torment in such fashion As never man the like did undertake For Freely He hath done it for my sake 47 If this his Mercy and his kindnesse showne Cannot provoke me unto tender Crying Then will I back again turne to My owne Mine own Sins cause of His most cruell Dying And if for them no Tears mine Eyes can finde Sighs shall cause Tears Tears make my poor Eyes blinde 48 Till I have found Him whom my Soul doth love Till Winter passe and birds of Spring returne Till He my Heart shall throughly try and prove And make it with His heavenly Love to burne Then to the world His Praise will I enrowle And tell what he hath done for my poor Soule 49 Neeping and Praising will I walke and goe Weeping for Sin and Praising for his Love Untill this Flesh to Lust the world shall throw And he my Soule to Paradise remove Where with the Quire of Angels I shall sing Blest Halelujah's to our heavenly King 50 Whose Throne the Saints and Martyrs still attend Crownes on their heads and Palmes claspt in their Hands Enjoying all the Joys that have no End Freed from their Sins and Satans heavy Bands This is thy Power Love Great God that we That were thy Foes shall have such Peace with Thee FINIS
THE Map of Misery AND THE Sinners Plea By G. T. Lament. Ier. cap. 1. ver. 12. Intuemini videte an sit dolor par dolore meo LONDON Printed for R. HARPER 1650. To his good Friends MAny yeares are now past since I first Groaned under the heavy burden of my strong Afflictions and although the World that are ignorant of mee may censure hard of the cause from the Sad effect yet you that have knowne me can better vindicate me in your favourable Opinions To You therefore I rather appeale then to them and to your view present this Map of my Misery wherein you may see both what I was and what I am Read and judge and as your favourable Interpretation shall invite you continue him still in the list of your Love that lives Your faithfull though unhappy Servant GILES TOOKER 1 AWake thou heaviest Muse that ever sung A note of Woe in Elegiake straine Sadder then Those whose harps on willowes hung Or His whose Eyes for Sin gusht out amain Sound to the world thy Tunes of sad Despair Tunes all compos'd of Sorrow Grief and Care 2 In this Sad night begin thy Wofull worke Now all the face of heaven is hung with Black Now every star behind a Cloud doth lurk And I alone a peacefull Rest doe lack Now all are husht but such whose griefe like mine Keepe waking with the noise of Care and Sin 3 This Care and Griefe and Sin so heavy lye Upon my Soule that I can hardly speake To thee my God to whom I fain would crye And if I cry not then my Heart must break But verâ—â— broken Heart thou'lt not despise My God break then poor Heart cry Tongue weep Eyes 4 â—…me Thou Searcher of each secret thought â—â—use in mee thy all-effecting Grace So shall my Worke to good effect be brought While I call back my ugly Sins a space Wherwith my Soul 's so stain'd as nothing may But Blood and Water wash Her spots away 5 O that the learned Poets of the time That in a Love-sick line so well indite Would not consume Good Wit in wanton rime But on some better Subject fall and write For if their Musique please in Earthly things How would it souÌ„d if strain'd in Heavenly strings 6 But Worldly things do best please Worldy men That nere could sing the songs of Sions hill Nor Davids Heart to frame nor Davids Pen To Write have they nor have they Davids will Those that do doat on Earth's possession Think Heaven a Dream but discours for fashioÌ„ 7 Such is the nature of our foolish kinde When practic'd Sin hath taken up the Heart The way to Pennance due is hard to finde For Sinners love not to endure the Smart Their Saviours Yoke 's too hard His burden great They thinke his food too course for them to eat 8 O enter not my Soule into their way Returne returne for thou hast dwelt too long In the darke Night of Sin and now the Day And Light appeare Oh couldst thou sing the Song Of Joy after thy Griefs have broke thy Heart Too largely then rewarded were thy Smart 9 Come finde the way with Sorrow-rented Heart With swollen Eyes and Hands upreard to Heaven To act the grieved Maries sadder Part That would Weep streams of Blood to be forgiven But Oh! I feare my Eyes are drain'd too dry That though I would yet now I cannot cry 10 If any Eye therefore can spare a Teare To fill the Fountains that must wet my Face O let that Eye to this Sad Feast draw neare That my Complaints with Heaven may find Grace For all the Tears mine Eies have ever Wept Were now too little had They all been kept 11 You that have found the Worlds deceitfull Smiles Turn'd into frownes her shining Dayes to Nights Of gloomy Terror You that have known the Wiles Of flattring Friends and Pleasures false Delights You who have had your Trust betrayd your Name Traduc'd your selvs made but a Scorn Shame 12 You that abhor the cheerfull Sun and Day Sighing for Night to cover your Sad Faces You that still feele December for your May Nipt with the Frost of wordly Friends Disgraces You who have trusted all your goods to Sea In one fair Vessell and that cast away 13 Come sit by Me and let us vie our Losses Cast up our Cares and tell our heavy Woes Mine will out-swell out-number all your Crosses In Plots and Counter-plots of secret Foes Your stories may draw Water from the Eye Mine will draw Blood make you bleeding Die 14 You 'l tell how you have vow'd your Faith to some Fair face and count her breach of Faith a Crosse You 'l say her Love for Love return'd not home But where you lookt for Profit found a Losse A Losse indeed but Losse of earthly Treasure But what 's this Loss to Loss of heavenly Pleasure 15 Love of the World or worldly creature 's Vaine For such a Love now rises now decayes And where my Love was such it prov'd my Pain It promis'd Happy but brought heavy dayes Love hath a March and Aprill day Yet longer love and longer may 16 For the rough Storms of March have crusht my Head And April Showrs have drown'd my springing Buds The Beauty of my May is pale as Lead And this was Love that forc'd me to the Woods To breath my sad Complaints into the Aire And bad me but that Heaven said no Despaire 17 But what of these and what of thousands more These are thy gentler Jerks O God but I Haue felt thy Iron Rod that makes me Roare Eternall Horrour which my Soule would flye Sets everlasting Death before mine Eyes Feare of that Death shakes all my Faculties 18 O that mine Eyes could gush out Tears amaine And never cease till my eternall Night Till my Eye flouds his Mercy might obtain Whom my Defaults have banisht from his Sight Then could I blesse my Happy time of Crying But Woe alas my barren Springs are Dying 19 The Arrowes of th' Almighty stick so fast Within my sides that their strong Venome drinks My Spirits up my Joyes are gone and past I Sigh and looke to Heaven yet Heaven winks My Sighs ascend my Tears fall down yet none In Heaven or Earth gives ease unto my Moane 20 Yet Moan Sigh my Soul for though he kill me Still will I hope in him that can release me When I have empti'd all my Sinnes he 'l fill me With his Grace for He alone can ease me Though Weeping may abide at Evening sure Joy in the Morning comes and all 's secure 21 Why art thou then my Soule so much cast down Or why poor Heart thus fretst thou in my breast After thy fall His Favours may be showne The righteous for their Trouble finde a Rest And though they go forth weeping with their seed They shal come joyful home with Sheavs at need 22 Thrice happy Sinner was that blessed Saint Who though He fell with