which weak defect may never know So let them both like twyns be fair and kind Be rich in grace be of a loving mind So let them both continue till they kisse In love each other to eternal blisâ—e Wordly Honor. Honos mundi est onus animis CLimb up the highest hill and you shall find That place most subject to great storms and wind So wordly Honours and preferments are But steps to raise you to more grief and care To the most Courteous and fair Gentlewoman the pattern of modesty and piety Mrs. Elinor Williams of the Gare. AS you are perfect without blot or stain So may perfection in your Bridegroome raign As you are young and tender so may he In years a little your superiour be For every marriage then is best in tune When that the wife is May the husband June Let not your heart to beggar's Hall incline A shrubble should not embrace so tall a pine A Buzzard must not couâ—t the gentle Dove For such a marriage will prodigious prove No foolish Wood-cock must expect to wedde Or take the rarer Phenix to his bed Before your Roses fade joyn hand in hand Old age will come and plough your finest land Remember Lots Wife Exempla plus valent quam praecepta A Woman turn'd to salt most true it is Ovid nere knew that Metamorphosis The woman chang'd not man Gods prime creature For women are most apt to change by nature She looked back with a most strong desire To see old Sodom which was then on fire The act of looking back had bin no crime Had she lookt back but at another time It was Gods precept made this act a sin She had been free had God not injur'd bin Salt seasoneth flesh she 's turn'd to salt that we By her example might well season'd be Go on my soul to God with all thy might Renounce thy former Sodom of delight Upon the death of the Right Worshipful Sir Anthony Mansel who was shot and kild at the battel of Newbery Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam chari capitis Hora. DEath like a coward at a distance stood When she struck him his valour was so good She durst not venter neere Death to her shame His body kill'd but could not kill his name In this sad battel if same truth doth say We got the field and yet we lost the day His death eclipst the day and made it night And clouds of sorrow did obscure the light It were injustice to neglect his dust Whose death was noble as his life was just Now heaven crownes him where all labors cease Although he dy'd in war he dy'd in peace Charity Quid charitas sine fide Quid fides sine charitate THe glorious Sun bestows his light and heat To cherish us and make all things compleat The swelling clouds with water do abound To succour and refresh the thirsty ground The earth yields her increase the fruitful vine Out of her treasure yields the pleasant wine All creatures in their kind by nature give And with their precious store our wants releive These creatures by example us should move To help each other with a mutual love To feed the poor who sells his own estate Doth purchase heaven at an easie rate God loves a broken heart an humble knee An open hand from all vain glory free The Holy Sacrament or Supper of the Lord Vbi ratio deficit fides proficit UNder the forms of sacred bread and wine I do receive thee Lord and grace divine Thou art the door the vine the corner stone Thou art the way the truth the life alone Thy mercy to inlarge thou art our bread Wherewith we are to life eternal fed Thy blood is wine which sweetly doth refresh Our weary souls and cheere our weaker flesh Who eats this bread and drinks this cup shall be From fainting thirst and pining hunger free In this sweet bread doth no sour leaven lye Of fraud of malice or hypocrisie The bread's thy body and the wine thy blood This I beleeve this faith is safe and good Thou art in thy great Sacrament but how I simply do confesse I do not know It is enough for me that thou art there I will receive thee Lord with joy and fear Upon the Right Worshipful Sir Richard Floyd one of his Majesties Honourable Judges in South-Wales BLush all you scarlet gowns that heretofore Did wink at rich men and condemn the poor Great flyes break through when the lesser fly In slender cobwebs doth intangled ly But here is one of Jetbro's Judges he Fears God and is from base corruption free The person he respects not but the cause He fancies not opinion but the laws The scales of Justice no fine gold can turn He righteth those which laugh and those that mourn He 's careful of the poor for he doth know That men will soon tread down a hedge that 's low His language is attractive sweet and full And falls like rain into a fleece of wooll In faith he is a rock in loyal love For his good King he'did a Martyr prove He is a honest Jude my active will Would guild his name had I but perfect skill Conscience Conscientia millâ— Testes COnsider all thy actions and take heed On stollen bread though it is sweet to feed Sinne like a Bee unto thy hive may bring A little honey but expâ—ct the sting Thou maist conceal thy sinne by cunning Art But conscience sits a witnesse in thy heart Which will disturb thy peace thy rest undo For that is witnesse Judge and prison too The pleasant streame doth fair and smoothly glide When in the bottom no great rubbes abide No swelling grief no boystrous cares appear Where honest ways preserve the conscience clear Our cloths being new and fair we hold it fit To care what thing we touch and where we fit When they are foul or torne we leave that care And cast them up and down like broken ware T is so with conscience while 't is fair within We fear to stain it with some heynous sin If once the Virgin-Conscience plays the quean We seldom after care to keep it clean Then keep thy conscience like thy paper white And do not blot when thou maist fairly write The Shrew Ventus ab Aquilone BEhold her lip how thin it is her nose How sharp her voice how shrill which doth disclose A â—roward shrew who hath her by mishap Shall surely hear a constant thunder-clap Silence is her disease for like a mill Her clapper goes and never standeth still By night Hobgoblins houses haunt this sprite Doth vex and haunt the house both day and night The Rack the wheele the Spanish Inquisition Torments not like her rongue A sad condition Her husband lives in like a coward he Must leave the field and always vanquisht be He must commend what she doth well approve And disallow of what she doth not love We tame wild fouls bears lions but no Art To tame
his youthful days As do foreshew this Morning star will prove A glorious body in the oâ—b of Love Thus purest Springs as they do forward go The wider still and still the deeper grow Upon the death of the Right worshipful Sir Walter Pye of the Mynde THus full grown fruitful trees we often find Blown down by sad and unexpected wind He was an Evening-star but so divine As did in glory Morning-stars outshine Vertue was strong in him if truly scan'd As when the Sun doth in his Zenith stand The King hath lost a Subject who should have An everlasting April on his grave Have you observ'd how the pure Frankincense Or Storax burning out delights the sense So he consum'd and dy'd He left a Name A glory to his friends to foâ—s a shame His death deserves of tears more ample store Than there be sands upon rich Nilus shore The Passion of Christ Vita mea fuit mors Christi Mors Christi vita meaest ADam who names to Creatures gave Did in fair Edens garden sin Christ in a garden man to save His bitter Passion did begin There did his sweat and drops abound Yeâ— drops of precious holy blood Which trickled down unto the ground And flowed like a crimson flood There Judas did his Lord betray With a foul and deceitful kiss Dissembleâ—s cast their souls away Regarding not eternal bliss From thence with lanthorns staves and swords They led him like a wicked thief No faithful friend now aid affords No Angel ministers relief To Annas then they brought the Lord The holy Lamb is strongly bound To murther him they all accord In whom no guile or sin was found He could these cords asunder break His mighty hands did heaven frame My sins did bind and make him weak And subject unto pain and shame Herod did scorn him and disdain To see so poor and vile a thing The Lamb no favour can obtain When that the crafty Fox is King To Pilate's Hall they brought him bound For Pilate judgment was to give The Judge in him no evil found But that he might in justice live They did blindfold the God of Light And struck the peaceful Prince of Love Though to the blind he gave their sight Yet nothing could these tyrants move They spit in his most glorious face Whose healing spittle cur'd the blind Although he gave to sinners grace Yet here he could no favour find They 'twixt two thieves him crucifie Who did him mock and basely scorn Between two thorns you might espy The Lilly of the vallies torn This was our Saviour's nuptial day The bitter Cross his marriage bed Where he his patient head down lay His loving Spouse the Church to wed With nails they pierce his hands and feet And with a cruel spear his side From whence the Sacraments most sweet Like to a lively stream did glide At last he bow'd his head divine All things were finisht and compleat His Spirit to God he did assigne And unto us his Merits great The Children of Bethlehem Vox Sanguinis A Voice was heard in Ramab or on high Fair Rachel wept because her babes must die In Betblem Rachel's buried therefore she Is stil'd the Mother of this Infantrie No voice comes sooner to the ears of God Or crieth louder than the voice of blood Herod the Fox these pretty Lambs did kill Who the first Martyrs were by act not will In act and will I would a Martyr prove And give this world to gain the world above Vpon the Worshipful and most hospitable Gentleman Andrew Barker Esq of Fearfwood in the County of Gloucester Integer vitae sâ—elerisque purus OBseâ—ve bright Heavens constellation how The stars do join and make a glorious show Thuâ— vertues meet in him whose noble thought Hath pâ—ous woâ—ks unto perfection brought Hâ— keeps a house compleat to strangers free Without vain-glorious prodigality N 〈…〉 Poâ—teâ— dares to shut his door Agâ—â—nst the sad petitions of the poor No 〈…〉 sie no Treason â—re possest Q 〈…〉 eâ—'d once into his seriâ—uâ— bâ—â—ast Fidelity and truth did ever guide And steer his ship through every wind and tide His Wife is like the pleasant Vine that she May stock the world with good posterity His lovely Children blest with grace and wit Like Olive branches at his table sit And strangers which behold them soon may gather They are the children of so good a Father May he ne're cease through the great power of God To bud and flourish like old Aarons rod. Vpon Saul seeking his fathers Asses SAul did much care and diligence express By seeking Asses in the Wilderness Three days he travell'd with a serious mind To find them out but could no Asses find Find out a hundred you in London may Of Presbyterian Asses in one day The Moon IT is beleev'd the Moon so fair so bright Doth from the Sun receive her candid light My soul no beauty no perfection knows But what the Sun of glory still bestows Upon the fair and vertuous Gentlewoman Mrs M. S. that can sing excellently Gratior est virtus veniens è corpore pulchro WHen first I did this Virgin spie The object pleas'd my serious eye But when I heard her sing I swear The musick took both heart and ear Those inward vertues please us best Which are with outward beauty drâ—st And 't is a comely thing to find In bodies fair a â—airer mind The Harp the Viol hither bring And Birds musitians of the Spring When she doth sing those must be mutâ— They are but Gymbals to the Luâ—e She with her Notes doth rise and fall More sweetly than the Nightingal God in her pious heart keeps place Some Angel in her voice and face The Hen and Chickens SEe how the careful Hen with daily pain Her young and tender Châ—ckens doth maintain From ravenous birds secure her young ones lie Under their motâ—â—ers feather'd canopy Thus his dear children God together brings And still protects them with his gracious wings The bird oâ— pâ—ey Gods Doves would soon dâ—vouâ— Diâ— hâ— nâ—t guaâ—d them with his watchful pow'r Upon the Honourable Colonel Sir Randolph Egerton Knight In pace optimus in bello maximus MY trumpet is to dull too sound his praise Who guilds this Nation with his vertuous rayes His merits do like Nilus overflow The banks of comprehension and I know No better way than silence to commend His vertues which no measure have nor end The muses shall meloudious Anthems sing Of his bold love and valour for the King Upon the fair and vertuous Gentlewoman Mrs. Elizabeth Gwyn of the Hay I Cannot speak her worth but shew my will Her meriâ—s are beyond my pen or skill Her face and mind is fair like to the day Unclouded or like heaven's milkie way When she inclines to marriage may she find A lover correspendent to her mind As she is rich and comely so may he Equal in portion and proportion be As she is kind from him let kindnesse flow And love
a shrew could any yet impart Upon a Gentlewoman with a bad face but a good and pious mind HERE Uertue is eclipst and I do find Her face a mask unto her fairer mind Thus Diamonds in rocks as story tells And precious pearls are found in oyster-shells In this dark Lanthorn burnes a lamp most bright Under this cloud there is a glorious light Sweet vertues sparkling from her soul divine Will break forth through the thickest clouds and shine Nature in framing her her skill forgot When she should fairly write shee did but blot Her outside she composâ—d of sturdy buffe But grace hath lind her with more precious stuffe Nature and Grace in her could not agree The one was sparing and the other free The Harlot Pestis Reipublicae THE Harlot is the broad way unto hell A laborinth a ditch a poisnous well She is a nightly glow-worm Canker'd brasse A common Inne a sink a broken glasse Her love is lust her lover is a slave Her arms are setters and her bed a grave She doth perfume her wanton lips and hair When her corrupted breath infects the air Some fool will venture for a wanton kisse As Eve did for an apple heavens blisse Thus children for a nut will part with gold Thus Esau for some broth his birth right sold Use thy own fountain stollen waters please Lascivious minds and breed the souls disease Ad vere pium colendiffimum virum Johannem Gibs armigerum Jurisconsultum legis divinae humanae scientissimum Anno Domini 1658 MEns tua divino splendescet lumine cernis Accessit sacrae quanta ruina domo Gloria quam brevibus ditissima labitur horis Nec manet in centro firma tenâ—xque suo Fâ—lsus honor fragilisque fugacibus avolatalis Sordet in medio saepe corona luto Mutatis pereunt fulgentia lilia formis Splendorem retinet nâ—c rosa blanda suum Nunc minuit crescit nunc pleno Cynthia cornu Ambigui sluit resluit unda sali Sic vita est variis obnoxia casibus hora Nemo sit ingrati quid ferat una mali Continet in numeras Nâ—ptum-littus arenas Mustarum aestivo est plurima turba die Arboribus variae sunt frondes graminaterrae Tot mala tot morbi corpora nostra premunt Nunc caeto ridens summaque salute triumphans Cras movet in maesto languida membra toro In caelis aeterna dies aeteâ—â—a voluptas In terris vanâ— est gloria pictus honos The Wish Hoc est summum mei caputque voti A Little house a quiet wife Sufficient food to nourish life Most perfect health and free from harm Convenient cloths to keep me warm The liberty of foot and mind And grace the ways of God to find This is the summe of my desire Until I come unto heavens quire Upon the most beautiful hospitable and Iugenuous Gentlewoman Mrs Blanch Morgan of the Therow SOme fragant flowers the smell some trees the sight Do much content some pearls are wondrous bright There 's not so sweet a flower so sair a tree So pure a gemme in all the world as she Some Ladies humble are and some are wise Some chast some kind some fair to please the eyes All vertues do in her like stars appear And make a glorious constellation there Ad magni honesti nominis virum Edmundum Jones Armigerum Jurisconsultum optima scientia conscientia praeditum Anno Domini 1656. INtimas sundens animae querelas Proximas tristis spacior per undas Et meis plenum sluit ex ocellis Flumen aquarum Cum domum sacram video ruentem In lâ—to faedis maculis not andam Distrabor curis misero laborans Vulnere mâ—ntis Templa clauduntur penitus relicta Parcius sanctis precibus beata Et silet stulte timidi prophetâ—ae Buccina verax Haeresis penna volitat superba Fascinans mentes populi cadueas Veritas lucem fugiens silenti Nocte vagatur Te scio verae Cupidum salutis Vineam multùm coluisse sanctam Nulla spes lucri potuit fidelem Flectere mentem Firma mens nullas metuens procellas Petra ceù fortis stetit heù â—imores Negligis vanos memoratque coeli Caetera calcas Seculum soelix brevitèr suturum Nuncio lumen sequitur tenebras Claritas solis properatque caecam Pellere noctem Fasting Jejunavit Christus non per necessitatem sed per dispensationem ut ostenderet quà m bonum sit Jejunium FULL Barrels make no sound nor can they pray With perfect love who banquet all the day Fasting extenuates sin it doth controul And check the lustful motions of the soul Fasting doth make our prayers flame more high And prayer doth our fasting sanctifie To fast from meat my body shall begin And then my soul shall soâ—ner fast from sin Thy Saints and Angels Lord nor drink nor eat Receive my soul and I will use no meat Thou art the Well and bread of life on thee I 'le feed with Heavens blessed Hierarchy In serenissimi nominis virum Jacobum Scudamore Armigerum qui verae nobilitatis vivax exemplar nec non ditissimus est liberalitatis Nilus ECcè virtut is speculum supremae Alta cui mens est vari is beata Gratiae donis placidique plena Munere coeli Divitum multis premitur catervis Paâ—peres vultu recipit benigno Januam servans paâ—ulam locumque Pluâ—â—bus umbris Spiritus mitis dominatur intùs Non mâ—lo pictus genio tumescit Nec sames auri studiosa mentâ—m Possidet aequam Donâ— fortunae malefida blandae Despicit virtus animum gubernat Prodigum mundi properatqueâ—ummum Scandere coelum Haereses odit nimiùm profanas Tramitem rectum gradiens salutis Transigat longos prâ—cor quietos Nâ—storis annos Baptism Baptismus Johannis â—rat in spe ad poenitentiam baptismus Christi erat revera ad remissionem peccatorum THE Baptism of water a good thing Common to all cannot salvation bring The Baptism of fire and the Holy Ghost Must make us live or else our life is lost Baptize me Lord if thou shalt think it good With fire and with the baptism of blood Sickness Omnes sani facilè aegrotis consilium damus ASK me no more Which is the greatest wealth Our rich possessions liberty or health For riches freedome without health to me Make but sad musick without harmony Rust eateth Iron and the finest cloth Is spoil'd and fretted by the envious moth Through sickness strength and beauty fade away As when a cloud obscures the fairest day Each sickness is Gods prison and more sad Than any which cruel Tyrants had When the sore gout doth but possess the toe Where is thy former liberty to go A golden Crown can no great comfort be When th' head is troubled with a plethorie Call for delicious Quails Canary Wine The finest Bread or Manna more divine These to thy palate will distastful prove When nothing can thee to disgestion move Much more diseases will in man appear Than
limit what can set a bound Unto thy wandring thoughts a little ground Contains thy body and when thou art dead Thou art contented with a narrow bed O pray for Grace without which all thy store Which should enrich thee will but make thee poore The Anabaptist Ostende Anabaptistam ego ostendam monstrum WHat wouldst thou have a King a Lord a Knight A Bishop Priest are monsters in thy sight No Church nor Altar and no Law must be To dictate but thy conscience unto thee It thou art displeas'd with Lawes Divine and Civil I know not what will fit thee but the Devil Upon the mournful deâ—th of our laâ—e Soveraign Lord Charles the first King of England c. I Read of a Confessor and a King A King and Maâ—tyr is a stranger thing Our Charles was both A King both just and wise A holy Maâ—tyr and sweet sacrifice Thieves did consent to kill the just but why When that the Wolf is Judge the Lamb must dye He went to Canaan for three Kingdoms good Through the red-Sea of his own sacred blood Thus John the Baptist dy'd that holy one Whilst Herod did usurp King Davids throne By his beheading it may well be sed Three Kingdoms by injustice lost their head If ere I shall the ayde of Saints implore Thy Shrine alone good Charles I will adore Lord let my soul unto thy Kingdom come To see King Charls crown'd for his Martyrdom Gods Mercy Nec habâ—t principium quo inâ—hoatur nâ—â— finem quo terminatur THe Sun 's within his Tropicks th' heavens high Within a span the clouds included lye Within the fist the earth that spacious creatâ—re Within a circle is confin'd by Nature But O thou God of Love to thy rich treasure Of endlesse mercy who can find a measure Upon the return of our most illustrious King Charls the second from Flanders to England WElcome bright Starre the prodromâ— of the day With whom the Sun of glory shall display His golden banners and restore the Light Of truth eclipst by an erroncous night He liv'd in exile long and Flanders then Was th' Eagles neast or the true Lions den He past a Sea of troubles and each wave Of grief he flatted with a soul more brave To meet their King the people ran so fast As if each one disdain'd to be the last Such plenteous tears of joy flow'd every where That some in England did a deluge feare They did such piks of wood in London burn That many thought it would to Ilion turn Those fires are ended but the flames of love Unto our King shall everlasting prove Long live King Charles so long till wise men see His years as many as his vertues be Then he 'le outlive old Nestor whose glasse ran Before 't was spent through the third age of man Upon the Lords Prayer Clavis Calâ— THe sacred Prayer of the eternal Word Doth greater comfort to my soul afford Tiran all the pâ—ayers made by humane Aâ—t Those I have read but this I have by heart It is my constant prayer and the best Like rich perfume to sweeten all the rest Winter Charitas frigescit Spark not to me of Frizland on the cold And gâ—lid Clymats of the North I hold There can no greater frostâ— or Winâ—er be 〈◊〉 â—â—d heart that 's cold in â—â—aritâ— O shine thou Sun of glory and impart Thy gracious heat to thaw my frozen heart Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk Duke of Albemarle Qui lumen pietatis slumen liberalitatis fulmen belli HEre is our glorious Atlas who doth bear Our heaven up and keep our hearts from fear His merit is beyond reward whose mind To high attempts by Nature is confin'd Some Merchants have by their adventures bold Enricht this Land with precious pearl and gold Yet none but Royal Monk could ever bring So rich a treasure as our gracious King Herculean labours were but twelve here 's one That hath an hundred labours undergone He nere was rash nor did the hasty hand But a wise heart his active sword command Judgment and valour live in him as fair Rebecca's sons did in one womb despair Could nere attempt him for his nobler mind Did soar above the reach of storms and wind This good Centurion doth not love to change His garment of Religion nor to range Through Groves of fancies he 's a fixed star To beautifie the Church and seat of war He is descended from a Royal line Not from the Bramble but the slately Pine The glory of the Wood his vertues be The Symptoms of his true Nobilitie He is in vertues rich in merits high So let him happy live so let him die REPENTANCE Vnicum necessarium REpentance is the key for rich and poor To lock up Hell and open Heavens door When like the Dove our wandring souls have left The Ark of God and when we are bereft Of safety and relief all help is vain But by repentance to return again One tear for sin yields to the soul relief More than a fountain shed for worldly grief The Vine drops tears which well the face may cleer But never beautifie the soul Repentance here Must be the spring which makes us seem so bright As if we were transfigur'd into light WORLDLY WEALTH Natura paucis contenta WEalth unto every man I see Is like the Bark unto the Tree Take from the Tree the Bark away The naked Tree will soon decay Lord make not me too rich nor make me poor To wait at rich mens tables or their door Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Aspice venturo laetentur ut omnia saeclo OUr Solomon is crown'd A Crown will share Not more of honour to his head than care He wore as the great King of Heaven would A Crown of Thorns before his Crown of Gold Thus children whom the Lord intends to bless Go to their Canaan through the Wilderness CHARLS by the grace of God wise men foresee Greater than Charls the Great in time shall be Almost to death unhappy England bled And liv'd a Monster long without a Head The Kingdom swallow'd up the Commonwealth And England which was sick is now in health Her Merchants shall bring gold and pearl and spice To make this Garden rich as Paradise And unto Caesar our most gracious King Great Nations shall their humble Presents bring Kings were neer Fountains crown'd as Writers show Because from them as from pure Fountains flow Our wealth health honour If the Head be ill By sympathy the Body suffer will We may as well live without air or fiâ—e Or bread and water which we all require As live without a King because the King Is like the Sun which maketh every thing To grow and flourish He 's the Stern to guide Our wandring ships through every wind and tide The Kings's our Nursing Father and the Queen Gur Nursing
heed No poisonous herb may grow no stinking weed I love my actions just my words compleat My body clean my garment fair and neat But yet my chiefest care and study here Is to preserve my soul and conscience cleere I am ambitious of an honest fame And to preserve the candour of my name My wife and children and my friend I love These are strong tyes which may affection move These are delights but my delight is most To watch my soul lest that rich pearle be lost Lord let me feed on bread of cares and fears And let me wash my bed with constant tears Let me be subject to all storms and wind And for my bed let me a dunge on find Do what thou wilt sweet Lord I 'le take it well Onely preserve my self from death and hell What if I heard the musick of the sphears And sweetest Anthems to content the ears What if I had strong wines delicious meat And all the pleasures I could tast or eat All this is gall unless the soul is free Which is more dear than twenty worlds to me The Marigold Heliotropium sive Solisequium est anima mea quae sequitur solem Justitiae non naturae THE loving Marigold his leaves displays Glad to receive the Sun 's all warming rays But when the absent Sun denies relief The flower contracted seems to dy for grief While the bright Sun of glory shines on me My soul is in a joyful extasy But when he hides his gracious face of love I cannot truely be nor live nor move MUSICK Non clamans sed amans psallit in aure Dâ—â— AMphion's musick was so rare That with him no man might compare And Orpheus with his silver string Did stones and trees together bring But when I sigh or weep or pray I sweeter musick make than they All things were fram'd by God above And all things do in union move They say no musick to the ears Is like the musick of the sphears But yet to me it doth appear No musick 's like the conscience cleer SINNE 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 WHat cloud is this that makes it night And robs me of eternal light Lord in this darknesse I can see No path which leads my soul to thee O Sun of glory make it day And chase these clouds of sinne away PRAYER Vâ—corpus est mortuum sine anima sic anima sine oratione THe morning is the insancy of day Which claims chast thoughts cals the heart to pray When night puts on her black and dark attire Let prayer kindle thee with holy fire A faithful prayer pleaseth God and turns His wrath to mercy when his anger burns It is a welcome sacrifice to God For man a salve and for the devil a rod Without the wings of prayer none can fly To heavens throne where pleasures never dy Prayer's the Key which opens heaven's door From whence all blessings fall on rich and poor It is the key which looks the gates of hell Whence evils come where all discomforts dwell In prayer bend thy knees â—nd heart for he Doth make his heart more stiff that spares his knee Who God forgets and doth neglect to pay Is still in travel never in the way A FRIEND Rara avis in terris WHere shall I find a friend I may as soon Find out the man which dwelleth in the moon The ancient days are past when men did move Within the sphear of undeceiving love Friendship is in these days respectless growne Like some old matron in a thredbare gown There is a fained friendship which doth passe Sometimes for pearle and is but painted glasse Some undermine who seem like friends to stand These have the voice of Jacob Esau's hand Others will smooth you with a fair discourse And give you talk enough but keep the purse A perfect friend is not in love so cold That he will lose his friend to save his gold Thou art my friend sweet Lord who dost refresh My weary soul I trust no arm of flesh The Saints of God Sanctitas nobis non per meritum sed per gratiam impuâ—atur THe neerer we approach to God the more Wee find our imperfections and deâ—loâ—e Our frail estate our weaknessâ— best we â—ee In the fair glasse of Gods great Majesty The stars are glorious bodies and by night Do guild the world with their resplendent light But they are dull and never do appear When once the sun shines in our Hemisphere The Sons of God the children of the day Excell the rest in beauty but when they Behold Gods glory with a serious mind They nothing in themselves but darknesse find The righteous do condemn themselves and spy Beams in their own not in their brothers eye None keeps the paper of his life so white But he will sometimes blot as well as write If th' heavens are not cleane nor Angels pure In Gods account who is from sin secure Therefore Gods Saints are from presumption free Their faith is cloth'd with works of charity Grant me sweet Lord a righteous life then I The precious death of thy dear Saints shall dy Peter's denial Angelus cecidit licet in caelo Adam cecidit licet in Paradiso Petrus cecidit licet in Scholâ Christi ARt thou the Rock where Christ his Church would build Yet when thy master fights thou leav'st the field No wonder if weak buildings be cast downe With boistrous winds when rocks are overthrown Where was thy courage when the Lamb did stand Before the Wolf left to his furious hand Wouldst hou sorsake thy Saviour swear and ban In all thy life thou never knewst the man Lord leave me not vnto my self lest I Fall from the faith and thy great name deny I hear a waring-peece the Cock doth crow And Peter feels his sad condition now He doth repent his curses oaths and fears In the sad language of his flowing tears Let not my fountains cease nor tears be few Tears are the Angels joy and Heavens dew Gods Providence Deus est in Angelis per gloriam in Electis per gratiam in omnibus per providentiam THe Lilies do not spend the weary day In spinning thred to make their clothes more gay Yet Solomon had no such rich attire Whom all the world for glory did admire The Ravens have no barn to store their grain They do not sow nor reap with careful pain Yet God feeds them If he the birds do feed And clothe the grass he will sustain my need With greater love I never will despair When all is spent God will my stock repair Upon the Honorable Colonel Sr Herbert Prise Baronet Master of the Houshold to His Majesty Charles the Second Est major quà m cui passit fortuna nocere SOme wavering men like reeds with every wind Are shaken to and fro The various mind Dislikes no weather be it foul or fair He hath a cloak fit for the present air Such like the Cynick will their tubs remove From place to place
there be dayes existent in the year O health O perfect health the gift of God When we grow wanton sickness is his rod When I am sick or well grant Lord I may Remember thee and not forget to pray To the most affable charitable and ingenuâ—â—s Gentleman Roger Vaughan of Moccas Esq Nobilis ingenio natura moribus ortu MIstake me not It is not my intent To court you with a formal complement Should I presume to set your praises forth I should but injure you and blot your worth My drops can never make the Sea more full And I confess my Candle is too dull To add more light unto the Sun my mind Would active be but still defects I find My slender power doth compell my pen To leave that task to more judicious men The tongue Bona lingua nihil melius Mala lingua nihil pejus GIve not the Bridle to thy hasty tongue A mad colt speeds and may his Master wrong A tongue well drest is excellent meat ill drest It is distastful and will not disgest The tongue is fire soft fire gives pleasant heat But if it flames too high the danger 's great Who gives full scope and lets his tongue go free Will but endanger his own Liberty In silent streams we find the deepest foords And Wisdom's most where there is least of words Excessive words which like great tides do swell Above their banks unhappy effects foretell Upon the Right Worshipful Sir John Awbrey of Lantrethit Knight Honest as rumor optimum est patrimonium SInce Truth is from the earth to heaven fled Men are by strange and various fancies led The times did alter yet the world may see This Knight from change but not from chance was free Some mens Religion like a blaze of fire Caus'd by dry sticks or thorns will soon expire Such will not row their boat but where they find The tide most calm free from tempestuous wind But he great storms and dangers did foresee Yet no foul shipwrack of his faith could be No danger could his resolution shake Or on his soul a base impression make Men might abuse his body name or land They never could his braver soul command The Sun 's less constant for since he begun He ne're went back like Hezekiah's Sun I 'le speak no more he praised Caesar best Who silent wonder'd and did speak the least To the Right Worshipful Sir Richard Basset of Bewper Knight Instar omnium IF commendation is to valour due Or vertue praise then is a debt to you Yâ—u could not stoop nor alter like the wind The loyal resolution of your mind You bravely stood in times of war and fear Like some bright Star fixt in your proper sphear Such sparks of Valour from your eyes did fly As put your foes into an extasy Your Noble actions do transcend all wit Or copious lines unless an Angel writ Vpon his much honoured friend Major Henry Stedman HOW shall I write of him whose pleasant rayes Do further spread than my weak skill or praise His mind is like sweet Edens Garden which Was fair in trees as he in vertues rich His Loyalty is known his Valour try'd Nor can his serious Judgement be deny'd East was not more divided from the West Than Treason from his unpolluted breast His faith is Catholick and it is vain To tempt him with a fond fanatick strain Although his Boat with waves and wind was tost He ne're his course or resolution lost To the Worshipful Edward Powel Esq of the Maes Maur. MY Pensil is too dull to paint your name With such a gloss as may advance your fame Yet I have writ you down for I believe Your name more lustre to my Book will give As precious stones adorn a golden Ring And lillies beauty to the Valleys bring So he that will on your perfections look Shall find they are a splendour to my Book You are my friend which some may think not true Because I do so slightly write of you Upon the Right Worshipful Nicholaâ— A 〈…〉 of Lantony Esq Honesty is the best polâ—cy BEhold an Israelite in whom's no gaile Nor doth foul practice his fair hands defiâ—e The worldly wise do study watch and plot And tread all paths that riches may be got If Naboth's Vineyard fruitful is then they With Naboth's blood will Naboth's Vineyard buy But his soul is contented and doth hate To wander further than his own estate He soars not high with an ambitious wing But is contented like a private spring To keep his constant course no muddy gain Of ill got treasure shall his conscience stain Thus have I seen a calm and pleasant tide Without all noise or swelling billows sâ—ide His faith he pins not on anothers sâ—ieve Nor changeth like the times his soul doth grieve To see mad people free from fear and grace Besiege the Church and storm the Sacred place He is a friend true learning to advance For learning hath no foe but Ignorance I wish him happy dayes â—nd life to see His vertues shine in his posterity A Perewig Uâ— moveâ—t cornicula risum Furtivis nudata coloribus VVElcome oâ—ave gallant with those locks so fair It is a question who doth own that hair Tâ—e owner sure is dead but when or how O in what place he dy'd thou dost not know Peâ—haps he dy'd at Bedlam then take heed Those hairs mad fancies in thy head may breed Perchance sad Tyburn was the fatal place Where he did end his dayes for want of grace If it be so they will infect thy brain And cause thee to delight in thievish gain If from some broken Chamber-maid they fell They 'l move to lust and modest thoughts expell Oâ— if they grew upon a drunken head Thou seldom wilt go sober to thy bed But if they came from some bad Statesman's ground A Matchivillian Knave thou mayst be found Thus these dead excrements if thou them use Will but bad thoughts and qualities infuse Cast off those looser hairs which every wind Will fright away and shew thy vainer mind God numbers all our hairs let no man scoff At that which God doth take such notice of Besides it is a sinful shameful part To â—lubber Natures work with sluttish Art Upon his most dear and pious Vncle Mr. James Parry Parson of Tedstone VVHile the new teachers in the Pulâ—it pâ—are His works his Sermons are which do d 〈…〉 e And spread themselves we may his pious mind And inward faith by outward actions find A good tree bears good fruit the Olive tree Is far but figs from thistles cannot be The poor flock to him for supply and rest Aâ— birds do fly unto the warme◠〈◊〉 He lives not to the world no base desire Of gold inflames him or ambitious fire He praiseth God and doth contented live Whether the hand of God doth take or give Afflictions are his blessings and the rod Which chastens him doth bring him home to God He lives to day as if he 'd
die to morrow Life is to him no joy nor yet a sorrow Hell Qui per malam vitam negligit â—oelâ—m per justiâ—â—am Dei cadit in Infernum GOOD Lord deliver me from hell where grief Is without end and pain without relief In this dark dungeon damned spirits lâ—e Where the foul woâ—m of conscience doth not die Nor fire go out where the most wretched soul Doth but in vain for pardon cry and houl Here they do gnash their teeth they spend sad teaâ—s Full of distractions horrid thoughts and fears From Gods sweet presence from eternal light From holy Angels and from Saints delight Fâ—om heavens glory now they banisht are What torment is this no man can d clare If after twenty thousand years of pain And thousands more the damn'd were sure to gaâ—n A pardon and come out this grant would be Some comfort to them in their misery But there is no such hope the Judgement 's past And cannot be revok'd the gate is fast And never can be opened who can tell What dreadful lamentations are in hell I know that heaven is above but how Or where hell stands Lord let me never know The prosperity of the wicked Vt paupert as bonorum est beata sic prosperit as impiâ—rum est maledicta SOmetimes the wicked flourish like the bay Which still keeps green when better trees decay Have you observ'd how little streams do swell And rise above their banks and then have fell And sunk into their Channels so we know Base men have risen high then fallen low That Kingdom is in an unhappy case Where Cedars fall and shrubs possess their place With joy and pleasure Upstarts climb the hill Again they tumble down against their will Those men do much mistake who only measure A Christians welfare by his worldly treasure An Angel hath no gold no beasts nor land And yet he is not poor his wealth doth stand In better things although the just mans store Is small he hath enough and needs no more God doth his grace instead of wealth impart And with contentment doth enrich his heart The bad mâ—ns wealth with discontent doth dwell His heaven is but interm'xt with hell Be not in love with gold a golden purse Is without grace no blessing but a curse The Martyr Martyrium est baptismus sanguinis SOme in gay feathers do the Peacocks play While 't is fair weather and a sunny day But when 't is clouded and the storms begin Like fearful snails they keep their horns within Pure Fountain-water doth most heat contain The winter time Good men in greatest pain And hardest times or dangers valiant prove And do express the greatest heat of love A Christian from his faith will never start If thousands should present and fire his heart He loves not life life is to him a pain He fears not death death is to him a gain He dies a Saint for truth who spends his breath The cause proclaims a Martyr not the death The blood of Martyrs is the fruâ—tful seed Which being sown doth still more Christians breed The DEVIL Monstrum horrâ—ndum informe ingens cui lumen ademptuâ— GOD bless me from the Devil â—oe to man If God rules not that great Leviathan Dâ—â—k soggy mists he câ—sts before our eyes To make us credit his phantastick lyes His greatest proffers are but painted toyes 〈◊〉 thâ—ough with grief and onely fac'd with joyes With pleasant potions and with sugred pilâ—â— The Devil tempts his patient when he kills He tempted David with Bathsheba fair Jâ—das with silver-pieces whom despair Brought to perdition with a beauteous face He brought two wanton Elders to disgrace With Naboths vineyard Achab he beguil'd So he with blood his guilty hands defil'd He cozen'd Achan with a wedge of gold Eve with an apple No man can unfold His various tricks he knoweth when to fish What bait you love what things you chiefly wish Three ways he useth most Wine women wealth By which he creeps into the heart by stealth Resist him at the first he 'll flie away Get but the morning and you have the day The Sinners Petition Non opus est misericordia ubi non est peccatum AFter some sick and tedious hours of night The Patient longs for the approaching light The thirsty Deer doth panting run and look Desiring to find out the water-bâ—ook So pants my soul and sighs and longs to see Thy saving health to make thy servant free How am I circled with thick clouds of sin And still a thred of vain delights I spin The Sun of glory these daâ—k clouds can chase And cleer me with the beauty of his face Wash Lord my scaâ—let sins that knowest how To make me wâ—â—teâ— than the â—lâ—eâ—e of snow Remember not my rash and ill spent youth When I could fancy lyes and hate the truth Those sins are wormwood now and bitter gall My pleasures then I now my sorrows call I creep unto thy gate and do implore Thy gracious love to cure my cankred sore Receive me in although I come so late Thou hast the keyes to open heavens gate A Hymn HEar me thou God of my delight Me inspire with thy fire Pure and bright Cleer my face with thy grace Turn I pray night to day With the beams of thy glorious light My waters calm and cure me with thy balm Have in store for my sore Some redress Rid my fears wipe the tears Which mine eyes do surprise And me with thy pleasures bless Great King break not a bruised reed Give me bread to be sed At my need Call to mind Loâ—d how kind Christ thy Son me hath won When his â—recious side must bleed Keep me fâ—om thrall and let me never fall Into woe lâ—st my soe May be glad Let thy wing comfort bâ—ing To my â—â—nd when I find My soul in her â—â—â—rning 〈◊〉 All laud unto the glorious King Whose great love we may prove By each thing Heart and voice shall rejoyce And my breath unto death Shall harmonious Anthems sing Lord when I die let my spirit flie To thy throne where alone Thou dost raign Perfect health and true wealth Quiet peace never cease In thy Kingdom there 's no pain Glory unto the Father be To the Son it be done Equally Praise and boast th' Holy Ghost With thy power every hour One true God in Persons three Now 't is even as heretofore it was And shall be certainly Evermore His great light hath no night Nor can he changed be But remains as he was before Drunkenness Elrietas brevis est insania USE golden Temperance that anchor may In greatest floods thy boat that wanders stay Who drinks too much and doth in tâ—verns dwell May want a drop to cool his tongue in hell Poâ—ts write of Men transform'd to bâ—asts if true I do believe they were some Drunken â—â—ue No Wolf no Ass more fierce more shameless can Or careless be than is a drunken man Lust murder folly falshood anger pride Possess foul
Drunkards and their humors guide Who runs and ne'r returns this dirty way Travels too hard to cast his soul away Avoid the Ale-house who frequents the door Where harlots live will learn to love a whore Lord bless me that with Christ I may be able Before a drunken Inne to choose a stable The Fountain O Fons lucido splendidior vitro HEre I do bathe my body wash my face To cleanse my sins I use the spring of grace This fountain from a stony rock doth flow Which teacheth me my Saviour Christ to know He is the Rock from whence a vertuous spring Proceeds to cleanse the beggar and the King Here in a Chrystal cleerness doth appear Which teacheth me to keep my Conscience clear This little fountain from all mud is free When greater streams are dark and troubled be Secure content doth crown a mean estate When Honors are obscur'd by envious fate Here I do drink and fear no poisonous charm Rich wine in golden cups contain more harm The running Fountain makes no sluggish stay But keeps its course and travels night and day Nor will I spend my life as in a dream But labour to be active as the stream Here without grudge the traveller shall stay And quench his thirst although he nothing pay Which teacheth me to bind the bruised reed And give my cruse of oil to those that need This pleasant Spring unto the sea doth haste And spends both day and night yet doth not waste My tears shall never cease my God to move Until they run into his sea of love The Fountain doth alone and secret dwell Like some chaste Nun in a religious cell A private life obscure doth best agree With my desires from noise and tumults free The Prodigal Son Facilis descensus averni Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hic labor hoc opus est ONce did I spread abroad my glorious train And like a Cedar little shrubs disdain Amongst small fish I thought my self a Whale None might me ballance in an equal scale Reason was not my guide each wanton sense Did wander through the whole circumference Sometimes the center of my pleasure lay Fixt in the bed of lust the glorious Day Did usher in my fancies and the Night Was but my secret Pander to delight I robb'd the painful Silkworm of her store And polisht English fleece with Indian ore Which by reflexion from the Suns bright rays Dâ—ll'd the beholders eyes and made fools praise My handsom feature although every part Was little bound to Natures work but Art No cloud of sorrow did eclipse my joy Nor mud of envy did my spring annoy Each day produc'd strange dishes of content To give my palate a new complement With women wine and cards I spent the day Which like the wind chas'd clouds of cares away But when my stock was spent my thoughts did fall I lost the Court and found the Beggars hall The stubborn husks which nasty hogs do eat Was then my onely dish and constant meat The scales of sin fell from my waâ—ry eyes And real truths I did discern from lyes In haste I ran into my Fathers arms And now with him I live secure from harms I 'le drown my sins in tears and never more Spend oil in vain that I may pay my score HEAVEN Non est mortale quod opto THe world 's an empty chest where nothing lies Which may content the longing heart or eyes Figs from these thistles we shall never gain Nor grapes of pleasure from these thorns of pain My soul disdains the Earth and sores above Feather'd with wings of an immortal love The Prisoner which in some dark dungeon lies No comfort feels nor light of sun espies What joy would he conceive if he were free And could enjoy his wished liberty So my imprison'd soul expects the day When Nature shall dissolve this house of clay For then I shall ascend with swift desire And sudden motion to the Angels quire Where I shall see that glorious Sacred face Which joyes all creatures lightneth every place No Sun or Moon shines there no day or night The Lamb himself is the eternal light There is the Mercy-Seat the holy hill Where neither thieves nor tyrants rob or kill No shackles hurt the feet nor cares the mind The poor man there is free from storms and wind All discontent all imperfection dyes The lame receive their feet the blind their eyes All tears are wip't away None doth command Each Saint doth hold a Scepter in his hand Lord let me see thy Court I seek no more But the least place to stand behind the door Vpon the most Hospitable and Courteous Gentleman the Worshipâ—ul Thomas Lewis Esq of Lâ—ngoâ—se AS at a fountain every thirsty soul May freely drink and fill his empty bowl So doth his kindness and his bounty flow Like some high tide which doth no measure know As the pure air is from base mixture free Without all vapours or malignity So his untainted heart disdains to be A friend to Schism or Disloyalty As on a Rock a house doth firmly stand And bravely scorn both wind and rains command So his most Noble resolution stood Firm for the Church the King and Countreys good Black Patches Vanitas vanitatum LAdies turn Conjurers and can impart The hidden mystery of the Black-Art Black artificial patches do betray They more affect the works of night than day The Creature strives the Creator to disgrace By patching that which is a perfect face A little stain upon the purest dye Is both offensive to the heart and eye Defile not then with spots that face of snow Where the wise God his workmanship doth show The light of nature and the light of grace Is the complexion for a Ladies face Powdred Hair Malè olet SOme proud phantastick Coxcomb takes more pain And greater care to dress his hair than brains And he doth study that his hair may have A better dye than God and Nature gave Furnish thy head with knowledge I presume That with a wise man is the best perfume A Wife Imperet illa nihil quiâ—quid tamen impetret uxor utere nec serva conjuge nec Domino ART thou resolv'd for Marriage then relie On God to chuse not on the wanton eye Men may intend or purpose It is not The man but God which ties the marriage knot Fix not thy mind on beauty that fair shade Will quickly pass that fair flower will fade Vertue and beauty to one place confin'd Is the best glue which can affection bind A modest maid with beauty stor'd and grace Hath wealth enough and portion in her face To take a Wife for wealth and not for love Will but a sickness not a Marriage prove Chuse one well born all waters do we know More sweet from fountains than from channels flow Graff on a Noble Stock and you shall find Such pleasant fruit as will delight your mind Doat not on her which doth the
which no order know Drones knaves and fools for Church-preferment look Those fish and catch it with a silver hook Such Workmen in Christs Vineyard will I fear More shame the work than help good labourers there The Priesthood is a holy Sacred thing Deriv'd from Christ both Prophet Priest and King This pearl is fit for Merchants that can tell The use thereof and know the value well Let not this rich and precious oyle be shed Or pour'd on any but wise Aaron's head The wise men came with reverence to Christs stable But fools will come without it to his table Those must have perfect eyes that guide the blind Who sin corrects should have the purest mind Those must have skill in Musick that can sing One of the Songs of Sioâ— to the King Christ once had need but cannot now abide Unto the Temple on an Ass to ride God doth inflame his Priests with Sacred fire And them he doth with different gifts inspire Some wound some heal our sores some weep some sing Some thunder Judgements some glad-tydings bring No Souldier will prepare himself to fight Unless the Warlick Trumpet soundeth right Then Prelate be not rasht ' impose thy hand The Holy Ghost is not at thy command The Merciful Samaritane NO balm from Gilead no Physitian can Heal me but Christ the true Samaritan When I am sick and when my wounds are foul He hath his oyle and wine to clense my soul My sins the thieves which wounded me have bin Help Lord conduct me to thy peaceful Inn. The poor Widows mite OUR Saviour did prefer the Widows mite Before the rich mens gifts God takes delight More in the heart than hands and he doth measure How great our love is not how much our treasure Give all thy full possessions but thy love Thy gift will an abomination prove Love makes cold water wine small actions great And without love no bounty is compleat Upon the sad departure of the right reverend Father in God and the most learned Prelate William Nicolson from Caermarthin in South-Wales to his Bishopick of Gloucester Sol vespertinas discedens duplicat umbras Quanta sed abscessum est umbra sequuta tuum THE light which did direct us will appear Or shine no more in our dark Hemisphear We lost a Shepherd which could wisely keep The Fox and Wolf from preying on the sheep His Catechism is in doctrine sound In language sweet in learning most profound This he hath left behind him and we look On nothing more than on his serious book He made his Farewel-Sermon ne're was known More grief than now in Prophet Mertin's town He utter'd many words unless fame lyes More tears by far flow'd from the peoples eyes For Gloucesters Reformation God thought fit To use his faithful pains and holy wit And if he can by wholesome doctrine bring These in obedience to the Church and King It will a greater miracle be thought Than any of the old Apostles wrought His godly presence doth make others live In peaceful joy his absence makes us grieve Upon the much honoured Gentleman John Delahay of Alltrynis Esq Conspicuae virtutis amor dominatur in illo Non magnus fieri sed studet esse bonus AN old Philosopher with a Candle ran About the streets to find an honest man Had he liv'd now and met with him I swear He had been pleas'd to stay his journey there Or if he had refused him for one He might in vain through all the world have gone Upon the Worshipful Milborn Williams Esq Son to that most excellent Knight Sir Henry Williams of Gwernivet Magnorum haudquaquam indignus avorum 'T Is my ambition to remember those Whose vertuous minds their actions do disclose Some men like owls cannot behold the light Nor judge of colours be they black or white Such I neglect and write of those who can Discern a Picture from a living man His knowledge is not weak nor judgment dull But strong and bright like Câ—â—tbia in the full His gentle nature is so free so fair So full of sweetness as the purer air He beaâ—s an humble mind and knoweth well That by ambition holy Angels fell He was so zealous for the Kingly cause As old Judge Jenkins for the Kingdoms Laws To number the bright stars requires lâ—ss pains Than all the vertues which his heart contains To cut his thred of lifâ— when Fates agree A great Eclipse in Brecknock-shire will be DEATH Omnibus haec calcanda viâ— est WElcom sweet Death I love thy cold embracâ— The rich and bad cannot endure thy sâ—â— Life is a passage unto Death and Death An entrance into life When no â—al bâ—eaâ—h Is once expir'd to live then we beginâ— Which life secures us both from death 〈◊〉 Conceive a precious pearl involv'd in clay Which can its lustre by no means display So doth the brighter soul imprison'd lie In this black dungeon of obscurity Nor shall its glory shine until 't is free From the dark clouds of dull mortality To come into the world one way we have A thousand ways to hasten to the grave The day of Death is secret kept that we Might every day suspect that day to be As I am not asham'd to live so I Can never truly be afraid to die O Death O watchful Death thou look'st for me I am prepar'd O Death and look for thee Magnae honestatis virtutis viro Thomae Williams Armigero Causidico longe optimo Canticum familiare VIr egregie mundum vides Nec non inconstantiam rides Quanta est mutatio rerum Nihil tenax nihil verum Hodiè regnans in pallatio Debellatur brevi spatio Hodie Princâ—ps in honore Cras est servus in timore Transit nubes siae moraÌ„ Transit viâ—ae brevis bora Ciâ—â— fracta est aquae bulla Diù mauet aet as nulla Nos imbelles nihil sumus Nisi umbra nisi fumus Dum in terris ambulamus Ad sepulchrum properamus Ambio nullos ego honores Multi premunt me dolores Plorans tristis hic anhelo Nemo felix nise in coelo Simeon's Song Lord now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word SOme when they die blaspheme and some are mad Some curse and swear some desperate are some sad But no distraction racks the just mans mind No strange conceits his understanding blind Out of this life so God his servant calls As when the Infant into slumber falls When Simeon had enricht his blessed eyes With seeing Christ the world he did despise He dy'd in peace and like a Swan did sing Before his death an Anthem to the King Christ like a Lamb did die whilst you have bâ—eath Pray for a quiet and a peaceful death Upon the Worshipful and much deserving Gentleman John Jeffreys of Abâ—rcuâ—rick Esquire Nondum mutatus äb isto Hectore qui quondam CAn silence fit the present stage or dare Our tongues be silent where such merits are His actions are too great
The Tâ—uth is pure to clense our souls from sin I ft we do walk this Way this Truth maintain Eernal life is ours exempt from pain This is the Way without all rubs of grief This is the Truth which claims a just belief Here is the Life which conquer'd death and sin Truth Life is ones if we the way be in Theâ— Truth informs us and the Way doth gulde The Life rewards us if we constant bide Follow this Way embrace this Truth desire This Life the crown of Saints in Heavens quire Thankfulness Ascensus gratiarum est descensus gratiae IN thee I have my being live and move Who art the King of glory and of love From thy rich storehouse of delight and pleasure I do receive my joy my gifts and treasure Who gives me bread to strengthen me and wine To glad my heart who made my soul divine Who gave me wisdom or spiritual eyes Good to discern from bad and Truth from lyes Who doth direct my ways but thou my King Which art the Fountain whence all vertues spring What shall I render thee I have no more Than what 's thine own thy riches are my store If thou sweet Lord wilt not my Heart disdain Thou gav'st it me I give it thee again The Holy Maid Dum fugio homines invenio angelos nunquam minùs sola quà m cùm sola IAm resolv'd no sond desire Shall kindle in me Cupids fire No amorous toyes no wanton kiss Shall â—ob me of eternal bliss I 'll write I 'll read I 'll spin I 'll pray To drive vain thoughts of Love away A silent Cloyster which is free From change and chance best pleaseth me When I do not converse with men I speak with God and Angels then I will not wear a rich attire Of gold or silk to set on fire Beholders eyes The care I find Most needful is to dress my mind No cunning Lover shall beguile Or win me with a gift or smile I will accept no pretty thing As Ribans Gloves a Watch or Ring Weak man's estate as in a glass Is truly seen in fading grass The choisest Man the fairest Rose Will languish and perfection lose And yet I am in love but where My love ascends a higher sphere Where honor beauty pleasures be Inthron'd and full of constancie My Beloved's white and ruddy My red sins made him all bloody His head is like fine gold most free From dross and all impurity His gracious eyes are like Doves eyes And in his cheeks composed lies A bed of spices and flowers sweet Where all perfumes together meet His mouth breathes roses and no bliss Can equal his delicious kiss But see where my Beloved lies And courts me with his dying eyes He spreads his arms me to embrace Who would noâ— love so sweet a face Rich drops of blood like rubies fall To ransom my poor soul from thrall The Cross my pillow and my bed Shall be his Grave to rest my head All sweets are sour all fair perfections foul Compar'd with Christ the Bridegroom of my soul In laudem Comitatus Herefordiensis Hic benè natus eram non benè notus eram Haec tell us pleno ditescit munere coeli Nec magè fructiferas dat Paradisus opes Optima qainque bonis florescunt commoda terris Unda silva frequens faemina lana seges Vitro splendidior lucido fluit unda salubris Quae faelix multo pisce notatur aqua Daâ—â— viâ—ides campis turgentia flumina vestes Wy Lug sunt patriae fluminâ— prima meae Hic quâ—rcus Jovis arbor adest quâ scindimus aequor Nobilitat varios plurima silva locos Hic est inâ—ocuae tam praestans forma puellae Verteret ut Monachos in nova vota pios Non pâ—aebet tibi tam pretiosam Hispania lanam Qualia dives opum veller a Lemster habet Diverso telum componit tramite bombyx Cum videas lanam hanc negligis illud opus Alma Ceres crescit gravidisque laboraâ— aristis Nec datur in toto copia parca so'o Paâ—rem hic tam placidum comedas ut credere posses maâ—â—â—m de summo vel cecidisse poto Teâ—tarent Evam fâ—lgâ—nâ—ia poma per agros Câ—â—scit pomorum â—uxuâ—iâ—sâ— proles 〈◊〉 Sâ—cera nâ—enâ—o non postponâ—nda Lyaeo Qâ—â—â— Nâ—ctâ—r magni credo fuisse Jovis Haec gens fidelis gaudens virtute laboris Experiens fortis blâ—nda jocosa sagar Hospitio gaudet populus studiosus amoris Et colâ—t antiquum Religiâ—nis opus Musa silere jubâ—t nunquam imbecilla son â—bit Ex merito laudes buccina nostra tuas Come unto me all you that labour and are heavy laden and I will ease you Matthew 11. 28. Clamat Diabolus Venite ad me ego intersiciam Clamat Mundus Venite ad me ego desiciam Clamat Caro Venite ad me ego inficiam Clamat Christus Venite ad me ego refâ—ciam NOt Gilead's Balm no Pool in Siloam Not David's Hyssop and no Angel can Or blessed Saint in heaven cure the soul When sin hath made it like a Leper foul Christ is our Balsom and we have no Tree Whose leaves do Nations heal but only he Our Saviours sacred blood speaks better things Than Abels blood and greater comfort brings Gods anger was incens'd when Abel dy'd Our Saviours blood his anger pacifi'd The blood of Abel did for vengeance call Christs blood for love and mercy to us all Just Abels blood cry'd once and cry'd no more Our Saviours blood cries still God hath in store A Sea of mercies if we do depend On Christ our loving Bridegroom and our Friend He makes the lame to walk the blind to see The sad to sing for joy the pris'ner free Come all that labour Blessed is the man That hath some oil from this Samaritan Come not by strength of legs or feet but mind By prayers not by steps if rest you 'll find Mount with the wings of prayer and ascend Gods holy hill where pleasures never end The Hypocrite Monumentum speciosum THe Hypocrite his face his words his mind Into a thousand forms and shapes can wind This weather-cock with every blast can turn And he had rather change his faith than burn He cares not how so he may fill his dish He can in cleer and troubled waters fish He love protests where he doth deadly hate His words will run like oil and break your pate If men do hunt the Fox he 'll shout and cry 'T is fit the Fox which kill'd the lambs should die But if the Fox sits in the chair of State The Fox shall have his love the Lamb his hate If here the Tuâ—k should reign this man alone Would sell his Bible for an Alcharon I 'll speak no more of dung my heart is free From the base leaven of Hypocrisie Chastity A Woman chaste is like a Meadow fair Enricht with pleasant flowers and sweetest air Then woman lock thy privy chamber be A fountain seal'd not to all