Exon. the 27th year of his age John e Edwards Anagram Inward He do's or He Do's Inward WHen Satan shuts up Saints in ward his might Is bent to quench at least obscure their light To quel their spirits to distract their mind That they no heart no hand for work should find But here 's a Conquerer in spight of foes His fathers business though in Ward He Does He Does much inward work he writes Prays Preâ—ches The saints and sinners through his grate he reaches Nay still he speaks It don't that work obstruct Though from his prison he to reign be pluckt This voids that argument we must comply Or if in bonds must cease our Ministry John e Edwards Anagram He 'd draw Sion He 'd Sion ward From Hell's black region yea through Sinai's shade New covenant conduct plain his passage made From threatned strokes which wisely he foresaw And from sins hastening them He 'd Sion draw He 'd draw souls Sion ward with dexterous art Inform their Judgments then attract their heart His worth and Sions lyes not much obscur'd Well though he liv'd contemn'd and dy'd immur'd When Jesus comes he 'l in his Lot remain He slept to wake he died to live again Johannes Edwardus Anagram Heav'nd Sion-wards THis serious Sionist his race pursues whilst young men languish still his strength renews Through Bacahs vale he plyes from strength to strength To appear in Sion is his scope at length With Princely staves He slighting carnal tools Digs pits on earth Heaven daily fils his pools In this his progress through the Kings-high-way He meets with heaven heaven meets him day by day Till of a suddain midst his travelling night An Heavenly Chariot caught him out of sight Ah wretched I how Earth my course retards Lord let me be as he Heav'n'd Sion-wards Upon the Grave-stone of Anastis Mayow and her Child laid in the same Grave in Dartmouth Anastis Mayow Anagram Aim at Sions way Till Jesus comes this bed the dust contains Of a sweet Sionist discharg'd from pains Whose aim at Sions way was took aright That path she travel'd with increasing might That race she finish'd in her youthfulday Though dead she speaketh Aim at Sions way On her young Child dying shortly after SPectators Heed death's quick pursuit But now the Tree and now the fruit Yet his attempts are all but vain For Tree and Fruit shall spring again On Mr. Fowler of Lime and his Wife William Fowler Anagram Worm will fail WHat 's man at best a worm Can worms avail About eternal things A worm will fail Mortals be warn'd by me reclaim your trust From man a worm reducible to dust Martha Fowler Anagram The formal War TWixt flesh and spirit once in me the formal war was raised Now grace hath got the victory the Blessed God be praised The triumphs of the Crowning day with Jesus are not far Let nothing Saints your faith dismay nor dread the formal War In memory of that servant of Christ Ed. Cock of Plym Who rested from his labours the 23d of the 5th Month 1666. Edward Cock Anagram A dewed Rock IF Rizoah's offer from her Princely mind Such Royal favour did with David find When she with tears and tenderness had spread A sable sackcloth to conceal the dead Nay clad with this attire the mournful Rock Where hung the Off-spring of Saul's Royal stock From Birds and Beasts them day and night to keep Till from above the cloudes on them did weep Nay till their bones the Kings command did gather And lay in state and honor with their father Till Harvest's end till three years famine cease Till God was pacifi'd the Land at Peace Why may not I at least allowed be This Paper Canopie to spread on thee Dear Heaven-born Royally descended Cock Not to obscure thee nor thy dewed Rock Thou art secured in a better way From teeth or claws of birds or beasts of prey From strife of tongues and from the foot of pride Thy Fathers Royal secret tent doth hide As for the Rock whereon thou end'st thy dayes It s none of Gilboa's the Dew bewrayes Thy roots were watered though to stones they clung And all night long dew on thy branches hung Thy sleece with drops was filled from on high When round about the parched ground was dry Yet still as Jacobs â—ountain dropt on thee At second hand they â—ound should dewed be From thence thy first and latter rain did drop Which fill'd thy ears and so inrich'd thy crop Thy ear-ripe harvest God's command did shew Thou shouldst be blessed with mount Zions dew On â—his high Rock where thou wert made to ride Honey and butter flow'd on every side This strong munition did thy peace secure Thy bread was given thee and thy water sure Thy sepulcher thou in this Rock didst hew Yet still remain'st as dew of herbs thy dew Thy flesh abides in hope though 't dwell in dust With Christ's dead Body rise and sing it must It 's but a little while untill the King Shall make the dwellers of this Rock to sing A friendly attempt to call to remembrance the precious Saviour of that gracious Soul Mrs. Margaret Trenick late wife of Mr. Thomas Trenick of Plymouth who departed this life the 30th day of the second â—lmth vul January Anno 1665 being the 27th year of her age Psal 12. 1. Margaret Trenick Anagram Art creating meeker My slumbring Muse hath me invited A song with sighs in hand to take But with such work not much delighted She shrunk and slunk escapes to make Great indisposedness appears In mind and Members to this thing Yea â—hrongs of doubtings clouds and fears Discouraging excuses bring But under great ingagements I 'le go seek her For thy sweet sake who art creating meeker But Oh How treat of Christ can I Or of his Grace-begetting write Creating is a Theam too high Unless th' Anointing all indite Besides it is a sight so â—are To see Creating-grace display The Everlasting Arm made Bare Who will believe in it one day Becomes me best to own my self a seeker Can this thing be Thou art creating meeker But when I fix my serious thought Upon the task I 'm undertaking A lively instance forth is brought Of a meek soul yet meeker making A Lamb-like temper at the first In nature beautifi'd her morn But 't was not Adam form'd of dust Whose meekness could her Soul adorn Till Christ in meekness comes himself to seek her And speaks with power Thou are creating meeker This new-Creation progress found From strength to strengh by meekning grace By oppositions gaining ground Till she had finished her race Through soul distresses doubts delays Which others meekness oft times tire She meekly walkt to Christs high Praise Her meekness by these steps got higher Nay when grim death to ruine all did seek her This truth was seal'd Th' art yet creating meeker Margaret Trenick Anagram Greater Mercie tak'n While earth's foundations cannot stand while powers of heaven are shaken
Milk which when she had it she said I cannot relish any thing But said she I will wait upon the Lord to see what he will provide for me Then her Sister standing by she said Sister Betty and Sister Ann be sure your first Work be in the morning to seek the Lord by Prayer and likewise in the evening and give thanks for your Food for you cannot pray too often to the Lord and though you cannot speak such words as others have yet the Lord will accept â—f the heart for you do not know how soon your speech may be taken away as mine was She desired her Mother thus Do not let 〈◊〉 much company be here late at night lest it â—hould hinder them from seeking the Lord in duty 〈…〉 She said further When I was first ill and went about the House I was not under trouble for my sins at all neither am I now troubled with satans temptations for the Lord hath trampled him under his feet She said also When I can hear or understand I will tell some body that they may come and read by me for I love to hear the Word of God read to me for then she could not hear Another time She spake to the maid to call her Mother saying I have something to say to her and when her Mother came she said If my speech be taken away and should be a great while so that then I may have no Doctor Apothecary or Chirurgion come at me and that I may not have any more Physick given to me and be sure to take notice of my words for they look more at the Physick than at the Power of God and if you suffer them to give me any more things the Lord will be angry with you and will bring a greater affliction upon you in some of my other Sisters I know the Lord can open the passage of my Throat in a moment and cause me to take food or he may let me lie a great while in this condition As for washing my mouth with water I find no more but only to wash the phlegm But I am fâ—d with the bread of Life that I shall never hunger and do drink of the water of Life that I shall never thirst more I know not whether I shall live or die but if I die and if you will have a Sermon I desire this may be the Text the place I do not know but the words may be comfortable to you That David when his Child was sick he cloathed himself in Sackcloth and wept but when his Child was dead he washed and ate Bread For you have wept much while I have been sick and if I die you have cause to rejoyce She said My soul also was so full of comfort that I would have spoken much more But her speech being almost gone she said If it please the Lord that I might have my hearing and my speech which would be a great miracle I should speak much more Novemb. 10. On the Lords day she said as follows When her Mother had syring'd several things into her mouth as first water which she not relishing then water and vinegar then vinegar and Sugar then milk and none did relish with her she said Here is but little comfort in these my comfort is in the Lord There is comfort indeed Though we may seek comfort here and the glory of this World yet what is all that all will be nothing when we come to lie upon a Death â—ed then we would fain have the love of God and cannot get it I am full of comfort and joy Though the Lord is pleased to let me lie under many pains yet he knoweth what is best for his Children he hath enabled me and will enable me to bear them and though he should lay a hundred times more upon me yet will I wait upon him for he is my stay and the hope of my Salvation My pains are nothing to the pains of Hell where they will never be at an end And Christ he suffered a great deal more for me then all this is he was bruised buffeted and spit upon and they platted a Crown of Thorns and put upon his Head and gave him Vinegar to drink But I have several things to take though I cannot relish them And they came out against Christ with Swords and Staves and Christ did not open his mouth against them but rebukes Peter for cutting the High Priests Servants ear and bid him put up his Sword into the Scabbard and said Shall not I drink of the Cup that my Father hath prepared for me though my pains are very great yet I am so full of joy and comfort I was very full of comfort before but I am fuller of joy this hour than I have been yet It is better to live Lazarus's life and to die Lazarus's death than to live Dives his life he had his delicates and afterwards would have been glad to have had Lazarus dip his finger in water and cool his tongue Though the Lord give Satan power over my Body yet he hath promised he shall not hurt my Soul The Devil could not go into the herd of Swine till Christ had given him leave And though he stood at my left hand and said I am in filthy rags yet the Lord stands at my right hand and saith I am but a fire-brand newly plucked out of the fire and he will put on me his Robes of Righteousness The last night I could not stir my Head Hand nor Foot but by and by the Lord did help me to move my Head a little and at length my Body O what a good God have I that can cast down and raise up in a moment but here is only looking at the Physician as many when they have been sick and well again they say Such a Physician and such a Physician hath cured them they neglect looking up to the Lord. It is true the Lord doth appoint the means to make use of but nothing will do us good except he give a blessing to it O that we had Faith as that Woman had that had spent all upon Physicians and did her no good then came and touched the Hem of Christs Garment and when Christ felt vertue go out of him he asked his Disciples Who touched him then she trembled but Christ said Rise up Daughter thy Faith hath made thee whole Of the Expressions of an hopeful Child the daughter of Mr. Edward Scarfield that was but eleven years of Age in March 1661. Gathered from a Letter written by one fearing God that lived in the house with the Child IN August last this Child was sick of a Feaver in which time she said to her Father who is a holy humble precious man I am afraid I am not prepared to die and fell under much trouble of Spirit being sensible not only of actual sins but of her lost estate without Christ in unbelief as Ephes 2. 12. John 16. 8 9. and she wept
Comeliness I want Thy Beauty may I have I shall be fair beyond compare Though cripled to my Grave And if above it all To Christ I married be My living Springs Oh king of Kings Will still run fresh in thee Vpon a Bible sent as a Token to a young Virgin wherein the worth of the holy Scripture is minded WHile I was musing what was 〈◊〉 unto your hands to send That of your Souls eternal rest my care I might commend The Holy Scriptures I bethought oft tendring to your heart That your affections might be brought to choose the better part There you may read what guilt of sin into the World you brought And since what filthiness hath bin in Word in Deed in Thought How God's long-suffering sins have prest as sheaves do press a Cart And nothing else can make you blest but Mary's better part That God hath holy jealous eyes the Scriptures do unfold By which heart-secrets he espies yet cannot sin behold Through shades of Death and darkest night these piercing Beams do dart He looks on nothing with delight but on that better part With flaming fire you also read a Judgment day design'd Where every idle Thought and Deed Must righteous Sentence find There Kings stand naked Death hath harl'd their Robes and Crowns apart Then but too late they 'l give the World for Mary's better part Then to have Jesus Christ ones own will be admired Grace To stand with boldness at the Throne and see the Father's Face To sit on Thrones when Christ shall say Ye wicked ones depart But come ye blessed in my day ye chose the better Part. The tenders of his Grace so rich here Jesus doth display He scarlet-sinners doth beseech his Gospel to obey To let sins settered Captives free and heal the broken heart He begs them on his bended knee to chuse the better part Deep Myst'ries of eternal Love hid from the Saints of old To Babes and Sucklings from above these Scriptures do unfold Not in the words of frothy Wits or humane terms of art But such simplicity as fits the Spirit 's better part The glory of the Father's Face the burning Law declares The beauty of Christ's precious Grace the Gospel here prepares Both Grace and Glory here unite to heal sins deadly smart The spirit and the Bride invite to chuse this better part The blessed truths display'd herein all your dear pleasures make It s sharp rebukes of every sin as healing Balsom take For though convictions to the flesh so bitter seem and tart Yet is their issue to refresh and heal the better part Oh! then upon this Word of Truth place high and great esteem This point of Wisdom learn in youth your precious time redeem To know Christ's from a strangers Voice account the highest Art Your richest treasure is your choâ—ce of Mary's better part A Poetical Meditation wherein the Vsefulness Excellency and several perfections of the holy Scriptures are briefly hinted perform'd by J. C. but turn'd into more familiar verse for the use of Children by Abr. Chear AMong thy glorious gifts Lord thou thy Word hast given Precious and pure sweet holy sure To guide me hence to heaven Here I abound with straits Wants and necessities There I have store heapt running o're With plenteous rich supplies Temptations here abound With terrors dangers fears These petty Hels thy Word expels And all my passage clears When Satan fiercely shoots His fiery darts at me Then Lord they Word is shield and Sword Me saves and makes them flee The present world commends Its Objects fresh and fair But yet thy Word doth that afford Which proves more precious Ware When fleshly lusts intice To their alluring pleasure To rare delights thy Word invites More choice in weight and measure The Errors of the Times Their cheating Wares display But Scripture sayes shun Errors wayes My Rule shall guide your way When by the Tempter's Wiles I tempted am to sin By thy Words Art hid in my heart Both field and Prize I win Nay though I foiled be And sin defile my Soul Thy Word can cleanse these noisome Dens And sins best strength controul An unbelieving heart Do I till now inherit Lord thy Word hath Pow'r to work Faith By thy most Holy Spirit If this be my Disease An hard and stony heart Thy Word thus deals first kills then heals And cures me by this smart Will not my frozen heart With Gospel Grace comply Thy Royal Law this heart can thaw And cause a weeping eye Doth lofty towring thoughts Puff up my tempted Breast Thy word brings low the proudest Foe Less makes me than the least Do muttering thoughts arise Grudge murmur or repine Thy Rod and Word teach patience Lord And still these thoughts of mine Am I tongue-ty'd in Prayer And know not what to say Thy Word inspires praying desires Tell 's how and what to Pray When like a lost sheep I In darkness err and stray Thy word 's a Light most clear and bright And guides me in my way A simple fool I be And destitute of eyes Thy word 's a Rule Master and School To make its Schollars wise I see my self undone Distressed naked poor Thy Words infold a Mine of Gold Rich pearls and precious store By sinful nature I And God are still at odds Thy Word my Soul converteth whole From Satan's Will to Gods Do troubles from without And floods of inward grief My Soul torment thy Word is lent With Joy and Soul relief Or is my Soul perplext With reasonings doubts and fears Thy Word of Grace resolves the case My cloudy Judgment clears Or do despairing thoughts My tempted Soul o'rtake Thy word doth give me hopes to live For Christ my Saviour's sake When floods and multitudes Of troubled thoughts me press I call to mind thy word and find Its joyes my Soul refresh Though in this vale of tears I thirst faint hunger Pine Thy word me feeds in these my ne Its Bread and Milk and Wine Or am I weakned out And cannot walk alone Thy word then is strength to my knees And staff to lean upon And though in scorn and pain Forsook and poor I be Thy word alone hath all in one Health Wealth Friends all to me Thus though my pained Soul Be sick and wounded sore With grievous sin which doth begin To fester more and more Thy word directs me where My healing may be had And doth me guide to Christ's pierc'd side For Balme of Gilead Nay though no life at all Nor quickning there remain Thy word is good and liveing Food Which fetcheth life again And if I would desire A Life that lasts for ever The Scripture shows whence water flows To drink and perish never Blest be the Lord my God Who evermore provides And filleth full my empty Soul With Food that still abides My Soul O bless the Lord Who bounteously hath given Strength light guide way lest thou shouldst stray In this thy way to Heaven This Holy Book of God
mire among the pots you might my visage see Grace But now though mixt with waves and spots fair as the Moon I be Glory My raised Glory shall at last The Suns bright Beams out-shine How could eternal life be plac't Refl on Souls so black as mine 35. Nature Within the Region once I sate of Death's dark dreadful Shade Grace In Light 's Dominion now of late to sit down I am made Glory A throne of glorious Life at length reserv'd in Promise lies Lord lead thy worm from strength to strength Refl such precious Grace to prize For young Joseph Branch 1. THe names that Holy men of old did on their Children set Some mysteries tended to unfold some teachings to beget Some works of God in ancient dayes were to remembrance brought Or some instructions for their wayes was thus kept in their thought 2. This way our wanton age disgusts our names have other ends The rich thus gratifie their Lusts the poor thus please their Friends Yet sometimes Providence is known tradition to out-reach That names at unawares bestown some Gospel truths do preach 3. And what should hinder but I might such lessons learn in mine Did Parents teach me and the light of grace upon me shine Of Holy Josâ—ph I might learn a fruitful Bough to be And Christ the Branch I might discern a living Root to me 4 Alas A brasch by nature now of a wild Vine I be Of the degenerated Bough of thee wild-Olive-tree My root is rottenness like dust my blossoms will ascend My grapes are Sodom's pride and lust to death my clusters tend 5. Can pricking Bryar or grieving thorn good grapes in clusters bear Are figgs upon the Thistle born will any seek them there A root of bitterness can nought but gall and wormwood bring No wholsome water can be brought from a corrupted spring 6. â—anured nature forth may bring a lovely Branch to sight With leaves and blossoms of the Spring and shades of great delight But if no fruit it doth afford as Christ expects to find The Figg-tree dry'd or Jonas-Gourd my dreadful state do mind What once fair Branches may I spy of fruit and leaves bereft Who living may be said to dye to men and burning left What great appearance once they made with cost were dig'd and drest They yielded an increasing shade and promis'd with the best 8. ut like the Ivy hardly known on other Branches hung Their Root was properly their own though to the rind they clung But now the Fan and Axe are brought to purge and cast away Such fruitless figg-trees come to nought such empty Vines decay 9 True the Vine-dresser yet intreats that digg'd or dung'd they be If precepts promises or threats may better them or me But to our root the axe is put If no good fruit be found This is the sentence down them cut why cumber they the ground 10 Instruction I should learn from hence How vile a branch I be Unless in a new-cov'nant sense a death shall pass on me Unless from Adam I be cut as standing in the law And by a new ingrafture put Christs life and sap to draw 11 Might I in that true Vine be found a branch that bides alive And from that root and plant-renown'd might fat and fruit derive Like Joseph's would my fruitful-Bough by Well and Wall be sent Nay though the Archers griev'd me now my Bow would bide in bent 12. Then in the schorching years of drought when moisture others want I should retain both leaves and blowth and flourish like a plant Till planted by the Crystal brooks in Paradice I be Where Gods fruit-ripening shining looks shall still be fixt on me Verses sent by an unknown Hand to Captain Sampson Lark in Exon-Prison with a Respond DIversion breeds delight delight prepares for action action is the â—each of cares When one from t'other in this wise proceed Then of Diversion sometime you have need Cares only sinful actions must expell Which none but lawful actions can do well And lawful actions breed a chast delight Which flows from good diversion when its right It lawful actions shoot out sinful care And chast delight doth for such acts prepare And good Diversion breeds such chast delight Have at the mark Sure this will hit the white Though you are mostly known to me by fame Yet I 'le make bold to descant on your name Names to the things sometimes do well agree As in your name whoever will may see When this agreement shall to light be brought All men will say your name is not for nought Lark is your name and Larks most sweetly sing When they are mounted highest on the wing Your towring Soul sometimes mounts up on high And sings its sweetest notes above the sky The Lark seeds clean and can no filth abide To Common-prayer should you a month be ty'd I am perswaded I may safely say You 'ld live on that as well as Larks by Hay The Lark's a Princely Dish though small to sight The Pestle of a Lark is worth a Kite One Hour's discourse with you more gain affords Then years acquaintance with some greater Birds But there 's a season when Larks may be caught A month in which the silly Bird doth dote And then the Fowlers use to set their Gin They leave their stall their lure the glass wherein The Birds behold a false though glistering Sun And tempted by it to the lure do come And to it play which when the Fowler sees He makes no doubt but such a Lark is his The cunning Fowlers they have set their gin Good Sir beware least they should draw you in Should you be caught they 'l make a stall of you To tice in others as they use to do Sir keep aloft and stoop not to their glass Lest what I do but hint should com to pass I wish the Proverb may in this prove true Till the sky falls they 'l ne'r catch such as you I am no Poet nor a Poet's Son As you may guess by what I now have done Yet pray accept what I in love do send Although it come from Your concealed friend Respond DUll Genius rouze for shame awaken Heark What mourning melody salutes the Lark What meetred musick what Seraphick straines What curious warblings eccho through the plains The singer to retirement is diposed No name nor Character must be disclosed The strâ—in transcends vail'd in some shady bush The Gold-bill'd Black-bird or the dapple Thrush Outvies the Nightingal or turtles voice The notion's ravishing th'anointing's choice Some Zions singer in a sable coat Stop cease thus guessing Hark attend his note His quick intelligence on Eagle's wings Yields Piercing insight through terrestrial things He sees and smiles at mens phanatick rage In cloistering unshorn Sampson in a Cage Besides the vain attempts to clip the wing Or to inhibit Birds inspir'd to sing But here he 's out mistaking he admires Lark's worth in act which is but in desires He spies the
Me God hath from great plagues at hand In greater Mercy taken Friends do not grieve then that by me this wretched worlds forsaken Here to be left might mercie be But greater Mercy taken In dust I sleep now freed from tears But shortly shall awaken And shall be when my Christ appears In greater Mercy taken Ye might have one day wept to see Me sigh as one forsaken But now Triumph that Christ hath me To Greater Mercy taken Margaret Trenick Anagram Mark retreating The blessed subject of this mournful verse Transcends my skill her praises to reherse The lively grace which in her youth did shine Reflects convictions on this Soul of mine How short of her I am in patient waiting And how unskil'd aright to make retreating This age of deep revolt from truths profest Made sad impressions on her heaven-born brest Such as bespoke her griev'd in heart to see Gods name blasphem'd by seeming Saints to be This broke her sleep and mixt with tears her eating To mark the madness of this times retreating It s true she talkt not much made little noise Her closet-Friend she chose should hear her voice But her whole walk with God and man bewray'd Heart full to matter Though not much she said For hers and others Souls her heart was beating To mark the steps and issues of retreating She chose to walk a mournful softly pace Weeping while waiting for her Father's face Sharp sickness seal'd home love but seaz'd her life Once a choice Virgin Then a faithful Wife Both life and death this Anagram repeating Behold the uprights end but mark retreating Margaret Trenick Anagram King rare matter A Dialogue betwixt a Querist and her Answer Querist Dear heart while living Grace did much appear In thy slow speaking who wert quick to hear But more when death did thy crackt piâ—cher break Thy lamp shines brightest thou dead dost speak In this I acquiesce yet fain would know Why wert so mute why too good speech so slow Answer The Tempter on my Temper might prevail Some needful teaching sometimes to conceal Pretending ease yet brought no solid rest The fire increasing in my panting brest Which rais'd rebukes convictions griefs so high As found no vent but through a weeping eye Quest Was 't all and only thy temptations then Thou wert so mute among the Sons of men So scarcely sociable so retir'd As made converse with thee not much desir'd Thy lips allow'd thy heart so little vent That few could fathom what thy musing meant Ans Nay sometimes reasoning of a higher kind Did that way Byass my poor pausing mind I view'd and wept on a 〈◊〉 age That talkt 〈…〉 a staâ—ely stage But so reproacht it by unworthy walking As made me dread their fellowship in talking Quest But why among the Sâ—â—nts thy dear delight Wert so reserved if not silent quite Their gracioâ—â— speeches drop as generous wine yet might have been more spic'd warm'd by thine 'T is wisdoms way these waters deep to draw By frequent speakings yet with holy awe Ans Besides the Tâ—mpter's wiles I oft bethought How â—gnorant I was what need be taught How â—ittle I could speak to others gain How I had spoke already much in vain Then begg'd a bridle on my lips might be Lest I should speak what was not wrought in me Querist It 's true their talk involves both guilt and dangers Who boast of grace whereto they are but strangers But all who rightly knew thy Soul could say Ther 's precious treasure though a straightned way Nay when death seiz'd thee and thy strength was spent What glorious matter prest to have a vent Ans I must confess though forth I could not bring My heart conceiv'd rare matter for the King But my conceits were shatter'd short and bare Of such high matter heavenly-Royal rare I could not speak what I was apprehending Until my clouds my streights sighs were ending Margaret Trenick Anagram Make not Grace retire IF this Saint's name inverted thus affords Such choice variety of teaching words What would her nature her new nature yield Had we traversed that sweet-smelling field But since with gravity it was inclos'd Not seeking entrance most its profit los'd Such bosome friends as did that key acquire Found deeply graven Make not grace retire Above the rest her yoak-fellow is left To wail with bitterness as one bereft Of a choice Jewel whose rare vertues lay In Bosome-strengthnings through Christs hated-way Her heavenly arguments in secret dropt His fainting soul hath oft with Courage propt When he ran hazards still did her desire Keep conscience tender Make not grace retire Consult not wife and children would she say Though we beg with you in the Kings-high-way Beâ—ray not any truth what'ere 't would get you Desert no station where the Lord hath set you Great sufferings rather choose then little on A little spark may dreadful flames begin Set soveraign pleasure in dominion higher Though nature startle Make not grace retire Such words of wisdom dropt in gracious cools Speak louder than the cry that reigns with fools When husband slept the pantings of her breast In frequent travail held her eyes from rest For clearer sealings of her father's love For Sion's showrs and shinings from above She durst not grieve the spirit quench his fire Not make the least true grace of his retire At last she best appear'd on fiery tests When bonds her Husband Death her self arrests When stript of strength being forc't her husband left her Of all three sons her father had bereft her When friends stood trembling grace such beams did dart As rais'd with triumph fil'd with joy her heart These first fruits of the Kingdom set her higher Than that the tempter should make grace retire Sweet Soul She now a glorious rest obtains From all her outward pangs her inward paines Relation dues she long'd so to perform As griev'd to leave him in this dismal storm They cease to bind her These cares ended are To be with Jesus she finds better fare To such rare patterns might my soul aspire Not grieving Christ Not making grace retire An Epitaph GIve heed Spectators In this grave 's invol'd A costly Cabinet to be dissolv'd With wondrous wisdom richly rarely wrought And by great exercises aptly brought To lodge subserve and openly to tender An heavenly Jewel this age rich to render But it s new workmanship in worth did rise it To such vast value this world could not prize it They'd foils indeed to shade it wisely set And on its outside some distempers met On which the world did with contempt insist Till their enriching maket-time they mist So little knows this crooked generation Their things for Peace or dayes of Visitation Like them of old cry Barrabas set free Dispatch the Heir the vineyard ours shall be But the great owner marks not jealous eyes This age's aptitude to slight despise And scorn his renders of the richest gem Crown-Jewels nay the royal diadem And vext