Great ones would not let us feed thy flock Vnles we plaâ—'d the fooles and wore a Frock We were forbid unles wee 'd yeeld to signe And crosse their browes they say a mark of thine To say the truth great Iudge they were not fed Lord here they be but Lord they be all dead Ah cruel Shepheards Could your conscience serve Not to be fooles and yet to let them sterve What if your Fiery spirits had bin bound To Antick Habits or your heads bin crownd With Peacocks Plumes had ye bin forc'd to feed Your Saviours dear-bought Flock in a fools weed He that was scorn'd revil'd endur'd the Curse Of a base death in your behalfs nay worse Swallow'd the cup of wrath charg'd up to th' brim Durst ye not stoope to play the fooles for him 34. Doe this and live DOe this and live T is true Great God then who Can hope for life for who hath power to Doe Art thou not able Is thy Taske too great Canst thou desier help Canst thou intreat Aid from a stronger Arm Canst thou conceive Thy Helper strong enough Canst thou beleeve The suffrings of thy dying Lord can give Thy drooping shoulders rest Doe this and live 35. On Ioseph and his Mistresse WHen as th' Egyptian Lady did invite Wel-favor'd Ioseph to unchast delight How well the motion and the place agreed A beastly Place and t was a beastly Deed A place well season'd for so foule a sin Toâ— sweet to serve so foule a Master in 36. On Scriptum est SOme words excell in vertue and discover A rare conclusion thrice repeated over Our Saviour thrice was tempted thrice represt Th'assaulting tempter with thrice SCRIPTVM EST. If thou would'st keepe thy soule secure from harme Thoâ— know'st the words It is a potent Charme 37. On the flourishing of the Gospell HOw doe our Pastures florish and refresh Our uberous Kine so faire so full of flesh How doe our thriving Cattell feed our young With plenteous Milk with their flesh the strong Heav'n blest our Charles and he did our late Iames From Pharohs troubles and from Pharohs Dreames 38. On Ioseph's Speech to his Brethren GOe â—etch your Brother said th' Egyptian Lord If you intend our Garniers shall afford Your craving wants their so desir'd supplies If He come not by Pharoes life y' are Spies Ev'n as your Suits expect to find our Grace Bring him or dare not to behold my face Some little food to serve you on the way We here allow but not to feed delay When you present your Brother to our Hand Ye shall have plenty and possesse the Land Away and let your quicke obedience give The earnest of your Faiths Do this and live If not your wilfull wants must want supply For ye are Spies and ye shall surely dye Great God th' Egyptian Lord resembles Thee The Brother 's Iesus and the Suitors Wee 39. Of common Devotion OVr God and Souldiers we alike adore Ev'n at the Brink of danger not before After deliverance both alike requited Our God 's forgotten and our Souldier's slighted 40. On the Day of Iudgement O When shal that time come wheÌ„ the loud Trump Shall wake my sleeping Ashes from the Dump Of their sad Vrne That blessed Day wherein My glorifi'd my metamorphiz'd Skin Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh And new refined substance of this flesh When my transparent Flesh dischargd froÌ„ groanâ—s And paynes shall hang upon new polisht Bones When as my Body shall re-entertaine Her cleansed Soule and never part againe VVhen as my Soule shall by a new Indenture Possesse her new-built house come down and enter VVhen as my Body and my Soule shall plight Inviolable faith and never fight Nor wrangle more â—or alcercat agin About that strife-begetting question Sin VVhen Soule and Body shall receive their Doome Of O yee Blessed of my Father Come VVhen Death shall be exil'd and damn'd to dwell VVithin her proper and true Center Hell VVhere that old Tempter shall be bound in Chaynes And over-whelm'd with everlasting paynes VVhilst I shall sit and in full Glory sing Perpetuall Anthems to my Iudge my King 41. On Death VVHy should we not as well desier Death As Sleep No diffrence but a little Breath 'T is all but Rest 't is all but a Releasing Our tyred lims VVhy then not alike pleasing Being burthen'd with the sorrowes of the Day VVe wish for night which being come we lay Our Bodies downe yet when our very Breath Is yrkesome to us w' are affraid of Death Our Sleepe is oft accompanied with â—rights Distracting Dreames and dangers of the nights VVhen in the Sheets of Death our Bodie 's sure From all such Evils and we sleepe secure VVhat matter Doune or Earth what boots it whether Alas Our Bodye's sensible of neither Things that are senslesse feele nor paynes nor ease Tell me and why not Wormes as well as Fleas In Sleepe we know not whether our clos'd eyes Shall ever wake from Death w' are sure to rise I but 't is long first O is that our feares Dare we trust God for Nights and not for Yeares 42. On the Body of Man MAns Body 's like a House His greater Bones Are the maine Timber And the lesser Ones Are smaller Splints His Ribs are Laths daubd o'er Plaister'd with flesh and bloud his Mouth 's the Doore His Throat 's the narrow Entry And his Heart Is the Great Chamber full of curious Art His Midreife is a large partition Wall 'Twixt the Great Chamber and the spacious Hall His Stomacke is the Kitchin where the Meate Is often but halfe sod for want of Heate His Spleen 's a Vessell Nature does allot To take the skimme that rises from the Pot His Lungs are like the Bellowes that respire In ev'ry office quickning ev'ry Fire His Nose the Chimney is whereby are vented Such Fumes as with the Bellowes are augmented His Bowels are the Sinke whose part 's to drâ—ine All noysome filth and keepe the Kitchin cleane His Eyes like Christall Windowes cleare and bright Lets in the Obâ—ect and le ts out the sight And as the Timber is or great or small Or strong or weake 't is apt to stand or fall Yet is the likelyest Building sometimes knowne To fall by obvious Chances overthrowne Oft-times by Tempests by the full mouth'd Blasts Of Heav'n Sometimes by Fire Somtimes it wasts Through unadvis'd neglect Put case the Stuffe Were ruin-proofe by nature strong enough To conquer Time and Age Put case it should Ne'er know an end Alas Our Leases would What hast thou then proud flesh and bloud to boast Thy Dayes are ev'll at best but few at most But sad at merryest and but weake at strongest Vnsure at surest and but short at longest 43. On the young man in the Gospell HOw well our Saviour and the landed Youth Agreed a little while And to say truth Had he had will and power in his hand To keepe the Law but as he kept his Land No doubt
Each Soule that 's damned is a Brand of fire To make Hell so much hotter And the nigher In blood or love they be that are tormented The more their paines torments are augmented No wonder then if Dives did desire His Brothers might have warning of that Fire 16. On outward shew IVdge not that Field because 't is Stubble Nor Him that 's poore and full of trouble Though t'one looke bare the tother thin Judge not Their Treasure is within 17. On the reading of the Scriptures IN reading of the Sacred Writt beware Thou climbe no Stile when as a Gapp stands faire 18. On the life of Man OVr Life 's the Modell of a Winters Day Our Soule 's the Sun whose faint and feeble Ray Gives our Earth light a light but weak at strongest But low at highest very short at longest The childish Teares that from our eyes doe passe Is like the Dew that pearls the morning grasse When as our Sun is but an hower high We goe to Schoole to learne are whipt and cry We truant up and downe we make a spoyle Of precious Time and sport in our owne Toyle Our Bed's the quiet Grave wherein we lay Our weary Bodyes tyred with the Day The early Trumpet like the Morning Bell Calls to account where they that have learnd well Shall find Reward And such as have mis-pent Their Time shall reape an earned punishment No wonder then to see the Sluggards eyes So loath to goe to Bed so loth to rise 19. On the Crowing of a Cocke THe Crowing of a Cocke doth oft foreshow A change of Weather Peter found it so The Cocke no sooner crew but by and by He found a Change of weather in his eye T 's an easie thing to say aâ—d to sweare too Wee 'l dye for Christ but t is as hard to doe 20. On Mammon MAmmon's growne rich Does Mammon boast of that The Stalled Oxe as well may boast Hee 's fat 21. On Church-contemners THose Church-contemners that can easily waigh The profit of a Sermon with a Play Whose testy stomacks can digest as well A profer'd Injury as a Sermon-bell That say unwonted Pray'rs with the like wills As queazy Patients take their loathed Pills To what extremity would they be driven If God in Iudgement should but give them Heaven 22. On Morus HE is no Flemming For he cannot Swill No Roman for his stomacke 's fleshly still He cannot be a Iew he was baptiz'd Nor yet a Gentile he was circumciz'd He is no True man for he lyes a trot Prophane he is not for he sweares ye not What is he then One Feast without a Bill Shall make him all or which of all ye will 23. On the Hypocrite NO mans condition is so base as his None more accurs'd than he For Man esteemes Him hatefull 'cause he seemes not what hee is God hates him 'cause he is not what he seemes What griefe is absent or what mischiefe can Bâ— added to the hate of God and Man 24. On a Pilgrime THe weary Pilgrime oft doth aske and know How farre hee 's come how far he has to goâ— His way is tedious and his hart 's opprest And his desier is to be at Rest Our life 's a Wayfare yet fond Man delaies T'enquier out the number of his Daies He cares not He how slow his howers spend His Iourney 's better then his Iournies end 25. On the Needle of a Sun-diall BEhold this needle when the Arctick sâ—one Hath toucht it how it trembles vp and downe Hunts for the Pole and cannot be possest Of peace untill it finde that poynt that rest Such is the heart of Man which when it hath Attayn'd the vertue of a lively faith It findes no rest on earth makes no abode In any Object but his heav'n his God 26. On Afffiction WHen thou afflict'st me Lord if I repine I show my selfe to be mine owne not thine 27. On a Sun-dyall GOe light a Candle By that light make tryall How the night spends it selfe by the Sun-dyall Goe search the Scripture Lâ—bour to increase In the diviner knowledge of thy Peace By thy owne light derived from thy mother Thou maist as easâ—ly doe the one as t'other 28. On PETER VVHen walking Peter was about to sinck Into the sea In what a case d' ye thinke H 'ad bin if he had trusted his complaint To th' intercession of some helpfull Saint Beleeve it if Romes doctrine had bin sound And soundly follow'd Peter had bin drown'd 29 On Merits FIe Rome's abus'd Can any be thought able To merit heaven by workes T is a meere fable If so stout Rome had never bin so faint To move her suit by a Collaterall Saint 30. On Servio SErvio serves God Servio has bare relation Not to Gods Glory but his owne salvation Servio serves God for life Servio t is well Servio may finde the cooler place in Hell 31. A Soliloquie WHere shall I find my God! O where O where Shall I direct my steps to finde him there Shall I make search in swelling Baggs of Coyne Ah no For God and Mammon cannot joyne Doe Beds of Down containe this heavenly stranger No no Hee 's rather cradled in some Manger Dwells he in wisedome Is he gone that rode No no Mans wisedome's foolishnes with God Or hath some new Plantation yet unknown Made him their King adorn'd him with their Crowne No no the kingdomes of the earth thinke scorne T' adorne his Browes with any Crown but Thorne Where shall I trace or where shall I go winde him My Lord is gone and O! I cannot finde him I le ransack the dark Dungeons I le enquire Into the Furnace after the sev'nth fire I le seeke in Daniels Den and in Pauls prison I le search his Grave and see if he be risen I le goe to th' house of mourning and I le call At every Almes-abused Hospitall I le goe and aske the widow that 's opprest The heavy laden that enquiers rest Ilâ— search the Corners of all broken hearts The wounded Conscience and the soule that smarts The contrite spirit fill'd with filiall feare I there he is and no where else but there Spare not to scourge they pleasure O my God So I may finde thy presâ—nce with thy Rod. 32. On Daniel in the Den. FIerce Lyons roaring for their prey and then Daniel throwne in And Daniel yet remaine Alive There was a Lyon in the Denne Was Daniels friend or Daniel had bin slaine Among ten thousand Lyons I de not feare Had I but only Daniels Lyon there 23. On those that deserve it O When our Clergie at the dreadfull Day Shal make their Audit when the Iudge shal say Give your accompts What have my Lambs bin fed Say doe they all stand sound Is there none dead By your defaults come shepheards bring them forth That I may crowne your labours in their worth O what an answer will be given by some We have bin silenc'd Canons strucke us dumbe The
t'enhaunce His price a little So much undâ—rfoot Well might he give him Bread and drink to boot An easie price The case is even our owne For toyes we often sell our Heaven our Crowne 59. On Esau. WHat hast thou done Nay what shal Esau do Lost both his Birthright and his Blessing too What hath poore Esau left but empty teares And Plaints that cannot reach the old mans eares What with thy Fathers Diet and thine owne Thy Birthright's aliend and thy Blessing 's gone How does one mischiefe overtake an other In both how overtaken by a Brother Could thy imperious stomack but have stay'd And if thy Fathers had not bin delay'd Thou had'st not need have wept and pleaded so But kept thy Birthright and thy Blessing too Had thy unprosp'rous thy unlucky hand Dispatch'd thy Venz'on as it did thy Land Thy sorrowes had not made so great a Heape That had not bin so deare nor this so cheape Had thine given place but to thy Fathers will Thad'st had thy Birthright and thy Blessing still 60. On the absence of a blessing THe blessing gon what do's there now remaine Esau's offended Iacob must be slaine The heart of man once emptyed of a Grace How soone the Devill jostles in the place 61. On the younger Brother I Know the Elder and the Yonger too Are both alike to God Nor one nor other Can plead their yeares But yet we often doe Observe the Blessing 's on the yonger Brother The Scripture notes it but does spare to show A reason therefore I despaire to know 62. On Kain BEfore that Monster spilt his Brothers blood W'â—re sure the fourth part of the world was good O what a dearth of goodnes did there grow When the Fourth part was murd'red at a blow 63. On the righteous Man PRomise is dâ—tt And Det implyes a payment How can the righteous then dout food raymeÌ„t 63. On Faith Love and Charity BY nature Faith is fiery and it tends Still upward Love by native course descends But Charity whose nature doth confound And mixe the former two moves ever round Lord let thy Love descend and then the Fire Of sprightly Faith shall kindle and aspire O then my circling Charity shall move In proper motion mixt of Faith and Love 64. On Iacobs Pillow THe Bed was Earth The raised Pillow Stones Whereon poore Iacob rests his head his Bones Heav'n was his Canopy The Shades of night Were his drawne Curtaines to exclude the Light Poore State for Isacks heyre It seemes to me His Cattell found as soft a Bed as Hee Yet God appeared there his Ioy his Crowne God is not alway seene in Beds of Doune O if that God shall please to make my Bed I care not where I rest my Bones my Head With Thee my wants can never proove extreame With Iacobs Pillow give me Iacobs Dreame 65. On Faith FAith do's acknowledge Gifts altho we have not It keepes unseene those Sins Confession hid not It makes us to enjoy the Goods we have not It counts as done those pious deeds we did not It workes endowes it freely â—accepts it hides What Grace is absent where true Faith abides 66 On Zacheus ME thinks I see with what a busie hast Zacheus climb'd the Tree But O how fast How full of speed canst thou imagine when Our Saviour call'd he powder'd downe agen He ne'r made tryall if the boughes were sound Or rotten nor how far 't was to the ground There was no danger fear'd At such a Call Hee 'l venture nothing that dare feare a fall Needs must he downe by such a Spirit driven Nor could he fall unlesse he fell to Heaven Downe came Zacheus ravisht from the Tree Bird that was shot ne'r dropt so quicke as he 67. On the Thiefe and Slanderer THe Thiefe and Sland'rer are almost the same T'one steales my goods the tother my good name T'one lives in scorâ—e the other dies in shame 68. On Abramâ— pleading for Sodome HOw loth was righteous Abraham to cease To beat the price of lustfull Sâ—doms peace Marke how his holy boldnesse intercepts Gods Iustice Brings his Mercy downe by steps He dare not bid so few as Ten at first Nor yet from Fifty righteous persons durst His Zeale on sudden make too great a fall Although he wisht salvation to them all Great God Thy dying Son has pow'r to cleare A world of sinnes that one shall noâ— appeare Before thine angry eyes What wonder then To see thee fall from Fifty downe to Ten 69. On Mans goodnesse THy hand great God created all things good But Man rebell'd and in defiance stood Against his owne Creation and did staine Nay lost that goodnesse which the Beasts retaine What â—ap ha's Man poore Man above the rest That hath lesse goodnesse left him then a Beast 70. On Zacheus SHort-legg'd Zacheuâ— 'T was the happiest Tree That ever mortall climb'd I meane to Thee Thy paynes in going up receiv'd the Crowne Of all thy labour at thy comming downe Thy Statures lownesse gave thee faire occasion To mount that Tree that Tree to find Salvation But was 't the Tree Zacheus No t' was Hee Whose bleeding Body dy'd upon the Tree 71. On the Roman Turke and Atheist THe Roman worships God upon the wall The Turke a false God Th' Atheist none at all 72. On Babels Building GReat God no sooner borne but we begin Babels accurs'd Foundation by our Sin Our thoughts our words our deeds are ever yeelding The sad materials of our sinfull Building Should not thy Grace prevent it it would even Rise and rise up untill it reach'd to heaven Lord ere our Building shall begin to show Confound our Language and our Building too 73. On the Theife and the Lyer THe Lyer and the Thiefe have one Vocation Their difference is but only in their Fashion They both deceive but diversly proceed The first deceives by Word the last by Deed. 74. On the Egyptians Famine MArke but the course the pin'de Egyptians run When all their coyn when all their corn is done They come to Ioseph and their stomacks plead They chaÌ„ge their beasts for corn their flocks for bread Yet still they want Observe what now they doe They give their Lands and yeeld their Bodies too Now they have Corne enough and now they shall Have seed to sow their barren soyle withall Provided that the fiâ—t of their encrease Be Pharoe's Now their stomacks are at peace Thus when the Famine of the Word shall strike Our hungry Soules our Soules must doe the like We first must part with as by their directions Our Flocks our Beasts our Bestiall Affections When they are gone what then must Sinners doe Give up their Lands their Soules and Bodies too O then our hearts shall be refresht and fed Wee shall have seed to sowe and present Bread Allowing but the fift of our encrease Wee shall have plenty and our soules have peace How art thou pleasâ—d good God that Man shold live How slow art
Compleat Without Degrees Eternall without space Of time At all times Present without Place Think thus And wheÌ„ thy thoughts can sore no higher Stay there Stand humbly silent and admire 97. On Faith HE that wants Faith and apprehends a Griefe Because he wants it hath a true Beliefe And he that grieves because his griefe 's so small H 'as a true Griefe and the best Faith of all 98. On Mans Folly IDeots and Sense-bound Lunaticks discerne 'Twixt Salt and Suger very Babes will learne To know a Counter from the currant Coyne Bruit Beasts by ' Instinct of Nature will decline Th'alluring Bait and sense-beguiling Snare Though that seeme ne'r so sweet this ne'r so faire Yet Man heav'ns greatest Master-piece will chuse What Fooles and Mad-men Beasts and Babes refuse Delights in dangerous Pleasures and beneath The name of Ioyes pleases himselfe to death 99. On Glory THat Saint in Heav'n whose Glory is the least Has ev'n as perfect Glory as the best There 's no Degrees but in a finite Treasure No difference 'twixt Pauls glory mine but measure 100. On Reward WHen holy Scriptures mention the Rewarding Of works we read not For but stil According The end of the third Booke DIVINE FANCIES The fourth Booke 1. A Good Morrow T Is day Vnfold thine Armes Arise and rouze Thy leaden Spirits and pay thy Mcrning Vowes Send up thy Incense Let her early smoke Renew that League thy very dreames have broke Then mayst thou worke or play Nothing shall be Displeasing to thy God that pleases thee 2. A Good-night CLose now thine eyes and rest secure Thy Soule is safe enough thy Body sure He that loves thee he that keepes And guards thee never slumbers never sleepes The smiling Conscience in a sleeping brest Has onely peace has onely rest The musicke and the mirth of Kings Are all but very Discords when she sings Then close thine Eyes and rest secure No Sleepe so sweet as thine no rest so sure 3. On a Printing-House THe world 's a Printing-house our words our thoughts Our deeds are Characters of sev'rall sizes Each Soule is a Compos'ter of whose saults The Levits are Correctors Heav'n revises Death is the common Press from whence being driveÌ„ W' are gathered Sheet by Sheet bound for Heaven 4. A Dialogue betweene GABRIEL and MARY GABRIEL HAile blessed Mary MA What celestial tongue Cals sinfull Mary blessed GAB It is I MA. Who art thou GA. I am Gabriel that belong To the high Quire of Heaven MA. I faint I dye GA. Feare not sweet Virgin all the Earth shall be Son Made debters to thy Womb and blest in Thee MA. How Lord GA Thy Virgin womb shal beare a That shal redeem the world MA. My Lord how can Such wonders come to passe such things be done By a poore Virgin never knowne by Man GA. The holy Ghost at his appointed howre Shall make thee pregnant by his sacred powre MA. Wonder of wonders GA. At whose height the Quire Of heav'n stand ravisht tremble admire MA. O may it be according to thy Word GA. Before that twice five Moons compleated be Thou shalt be knowne the Mother of our Lord And thou shalt dance thy Saviour on thy knee MA. Both heav'n earth shall triumph the frame Of hell shall tremble at Maria's name GA. All Ages past and present and to come Shall joy in Mary and in Marye's wombe 5 On RHEMVS IF Heav'n would please to purge thy Soule as well As Rome thy purse thou needst not feare a Hell 6. On the life of Man MAns day 's a Song compos'd by th'great Musition Full of harmonious Ayres and dainty choyce But spoyld with Discords and too much Division Abus'd and lost for want of skill and voyce We misse our Rests and we neglect our Graces Our life the Trebble and our death the Base is 7. On MARY FOure Marye's are eterniz'd for their worth Our Saviour found out three our Charls the fourth 8. On the Church LEt not thy blacknesse moove thee to despaire Black Women are belov'd of men that 's faire What if thy hayre her flaxen brightnes lack Thy face is comely though thy Brow be black 9. On the two Essences GOds sacred Essence represents the bright And glorious body of the greater light 'T is perfect hath a Being of her owne Giving to all receiving light from none Mans Essence represents the borrowed light And feeble luster of the Lampe of night Her Rayes are faint and her Reflection thin Distain'd with nat'rall blemishes within Inconstant various having of her owne No light at all or light as good as none When too much earth shall interpose and slipps Betwixt these Lights our soules are in th' Eclips 10. On our Saviours Passion THe earth did tremble and heav'ns closed eye Was loth to see the Lord of Glory dye The Skyes were clad in mourning the Spheares Forgat their harmony The Clouds dropt teares Th' ambitious Dead arose to give him roome And ev'ry Grave did gape to be his Tombe Th' affrighted heav'ns sent down elegious Thunder The Worlds Foundation loos'd to lose their Founder Th' impatient Temple rent her Vaile in two To teach our hearts what our sad hearts should do Shall senslesse things doe this and shall not I Melt one poore drop to see my Saviour dye Drill forth my Teares and trickle one by one Till you have pâ—irc'd this heart of mine this Stone 11. On PETER VVHat luck had Peter For he tooke a Fish That stor'd his purse as well as fill'd his dish Whose bounty did inrich as well as feed him But they are better Fishers that succeed him He catcht by chance These catch the like by skill He catcht but once These catch them when they will They cast their Angles into better Seas Their bayts are only for such Fish as these Brave sport and full of curious pleasure Come There is no Fishing to the Sea of Rome 12. On HERODIAS I 'Le tell thee Light-skirts whosoever taught Thy feet to dance thy dancing had a Fault Thou 'lt find it deare Herodias if thou do'st Compare thy pen'worth with the price it cost 13. On Faith and Hope HOw much the stronger Hopes on life relye So much the weaker is my Faith to dye 14. On Water and Wine THe happy diff'rence and sweet change of life When a chast Virgin turnes a loyall Wife Our blessed Lord in Cana did divine And turnd cold Water into lusty Wine 15. On Age. HOw fresh blood dotes O how green Youth delires It most disdaines the thing it most desires 16. On a Figg-tree A Christian's like a Figg-tree that does beare Fruit greene or ripe or blossomes all the yeare No wonder then our Saviour curst that Tree Figg-trees are alwayes dead where no Figgs be 17. On RHEMVS RHemus upon a time I heard thee tell A Wall divideth Purgatory ' and Hell And that a gold-bought Masse will cleare th' offence That brought us thither and redeeme us thence Ah
Rhemus what demented Soule would spare To ruine Wife or to dis-land an Heyre Rather then feele such torments you pretend That equall Hell in all but Time and end Ah Rhemus If the power of Gold be such How dare you be so bold to dye so rich 18. On JACOB NE're boast thy Bargaine Iacob For poore wee Have made a better contract far then thee We envy not his Land thou didst inherit Our Brother tooke our Flesh gave us his Spirit 19. On SIMON MAGVS SImon bring Gold enough and I will tell thee Wher thou shalt buy what Peter wold not sâ—l thee Repaire to his Successors They are free And frolick Gamsters not so strict as Hee Nay if thy Gold be weake they will not stand To sell good Pen'worths at the second hand They 'l sell good cheape but they 'l not give to any No Pater-noster where there is no Penny No if thy purse be like an empty Shell They will not give what Peter would not sell. 20. On the Bishop of Rome ADmit great Prelat that thou wert that Rock Wheron the Church was founded coldst unlock The gates of Heav'n and with thy golden Key Make Hel thy Pris'ner and the Fiends obey Thy Papall dignity would far be greater If thou wert Simon but as well as Peter 21. On MILO DO strive to enter Milo though the Gate Be narrow and the rugged passage straight Lessen thy selfe and fast thy carkas thin Take in thy Flesh 't will get thee easier in Look up to heav'n t will raise thy body'uprighter Give lib'rall alms t will make thee tread the lighter Sweat forth thy base corruptions and inherit Thy promis'd Crowne halfe lost for want of spirit Let not thy destard and dull thoughts disdaine Those works which cold despaire mistakes as vaine Take heed Let not thy queazy Soule repine Against those Actions which are none of thine Heav'n bids thee shine what if thy Rayes be dim Doe thou thy best leave the successe to Him Follow thy Worke And when thy Soule shall be Gather'd from hence thy Works shall follow thee 22. On Rome GOod Workes abound in Rome 'T is well they doe 'T is the best string they chalenge to their Bow But ev'ry Hee 's no Monck that weares a Hood 'T is well if they 'r well done as well as good When wandring Passengers have lost their way No sort of men that ride so fast as they 23. On three dayes and nights THou knowst our dying Saviour did repose On Friday On the Sabbath he arose Tell me by what account can he be said To lodge three dayes and nights among the dead He dyde for all the World what wanted here Was full supply'd in t'other Hemisphere 24. On TOBITS Dogge WHat luck had Tobits dog what grace what glory Thus to be Kenel'd in th' Eternall Story Vntill th' Apocrypha and Scripture sever The mem'ry of Tobits dogg shall live for ever 25. On the Gospell VVHen two Evangelists shall seeme to vary In one discourse they 'r divers not contrary One Truth doth guide them both One spirit doth Direct them doubt not to beleeve them both 26. On SERVIO SErvio 'T is scarcely worth thy paines to smother Or to subdue one Sin and hugge another Beleeve it Servio he that is in thrall To one is a potentiall Slave to all 27. On FORMIO FOrmio will keepe the Sabbath read and pray His lips are seal'd from oaths upon that day Formio is clad in black and will absent His fleshly thoughts this holy time of Lent Thinkst thou that Formio's shaking hands with Sin No t is but giving hands to meet agin 28. On IOHN and IESVS IOhn was the Morning-starre that did fore-run The long-wisht rising of our Glorious Sun The first word that Iohns preaching lips expressed Was this Repent Our Saviours first was Blessed Iohn makes th' incision Iesus makes it sound Iesus nere cures where Iohn ne'r made a wound 29. On dispossessing VVE read A broyled Fishes heart will scare A frighted Devil from a troubled brest We read againe By Fasting and by Prayre The fierce Demoniack's only dispossest What this affirmes that flatly does deny With reverence to the Text The t'one's a Lye 30. On HERODIAS I Have a young Herodias lives within me That never leaves to dance untill she win me To grant her Suit will never cease to plead Vntill I give her my Iohn Baptists head O then my sorrow would be past her date And I like Hâ—rod should repent too late 31. On MALFIDO SAthans Injections are like Weeds that fall Into thy Garden darted ore the Wall Whose loathsom smel unscent thy sweeter Flow'rs But grow not there unles we make them ours They 'l dye neglected If thou lend them roome They 'l stink But eas'ly thrown from whence they come Feare not Malfido those they be that spoyle Thy Flow'rs that suck their substance from the soyle 32. On Slanders WHen undeserv'd report distaines my name It shames not but perchaÌ„ce prevents a Shame 33. On Law and Gospell THe Law is rough The Gospell milde and calme That launc'd the Bile this powres in the Balme 34. On abosome Sin THat Sin that finds more credit then the rest That is thy Darling leanes upon thy brest That in the Bâ—some of thy heart does lye That dips within thy dish Sayes Is it I That gives thee kisses that 's the Sin that slayes thee O that O that 's the Iudas that betrayes thee 35. On the World THe World 's a Booke writ by th' eternall Art Of the great Maker printed in Mans heart 'T is falsly printed though divinely pend And all th' Erratas will appeare at th' end 36. On my Soule MY weather-beaten Soule long time has bin Becalm'd and tiding in the Sea of Sin But now afflictions Storme does drive and tosse Her batter'd Keele The wind is loud and crosse Feare fills her tatterd Sailes doubts doe drive her She knowes not where and of all hopes deprive her Thus thus transported by the troubled Ayre Amongst the swallowing Quick-sands of despaire If not prevented by a greater power She looks for wreck and ruine ev'ry hower O that mine eyes could raine a Showre of Teares That that would lay the Storme of all my Feares 37. On the Cuckoe THe idle Cuckoe having made a Feast On Sparrowes Eggs layes downe her owne i' th' Nest The silly Bird she ownes it hatches feeds it Protects it from the weather clocks and breeds it It neither wants repose nor yet repast And joyes to see her Chicken thrive so fast But when this gaping Monster has found strength To shift without a helper she at length Not caring for that tender care that bred her Forgets her parent kills the Bird that fed her The Sin we foster in our bosome thus Ere we have left to feed it feeds on us 38. On TOBIT WAs it not time to send his sonne to Rages For mony wheÌ„ his wife spun hard for wages Was 't not high time for him to post