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A58192
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Folly in print, or, A book of rymes
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Raymond, John, 17th cent.
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1667
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Wing R418; ESTC R5763
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Power whose Providence Supports my seeble house of Clay Do not remove my Clara hence But give us both a longer day That both together we may praise Our Lord of life our length of days I know thou knowest Great God above Her heart doth to thy worship bow Yet She to me thou gav'st to Love By holy Sacramental vow Do not Shut up our day so soon For yet O Lord it is but noon Remember now thy promis'd aid Though thousands fall on every hand I will not therefore be afraid The Angels are at thy Command Protect her Lord and so bless me We may together ever be POEM Afflictions plough the Heart of man Fits it for wisdoms seed Then Grace brings forth her blest increase Whereon the soul doth feed We must be broken e're made strait And wounded to be cur'd Who would not suffer little pain To have his health assur'd Crosses and dangers which are past With pleasure we repeat The Psalmist never sung so sweet As in a Shepherds seat Physick displeasing to the taste Nature assists to health How comes it then we do not wish For loss producing wealth Miser-mankind who will not give One penny from his heap Accursed thrist to loose a life So dear and sav'd so cheap Wound me O Lord and make me whole Bind men and set me free Nay kill men so I then may live And die to All but thee An Elegie on Mistriss Anne Leonard daughter to Sir Moulton Lambert DEad is the mirrour of her Sex the Stem Of a fair spreading Cedar natures Gem Whose Gnossian Crown presents her aged Syre A brighter Star then Ariadnes fire Alas dear Parents would I could expres Her virtues more to make your sufferings less She 's gone before your places to prepare The Child provides to ease the parents care Rare Hierogliphick of a Saint by death In her they learn to live who gave her breath Earth's seeming joys she leaves and the worlds glory Flies and forgets for a Memento Mori Poor worldless-world thy longest joyes afford As short a span of pleasure as the gourd Which Jonas had 't is time thou now return To Chaos or as tribute to her Urn Pay thine own ashes and Erect a toomb That may out live Mausolus leave no room 'Twixt Pyramid and Skie whence Angels shall Descend to Celebrate her Festival And her Harmonious voyce instruct to Sing Loud Hallelujahs to great Salems King In holy Quire whose joy is to behold A Lyons Lamb recover'd to the Fold Alluding to the names of Leonard and Lambert ANd now her Angel Soul in Heaven hath place With Judah's Lyon and the Lamb of Grace Dead is my Dear a dream is my desire And yet my flesh in hope shall here respre In super Caro meu requiescit in Spe. ESSAYES TO do well is a Princely thing Though some do speak it Ill Rash Judges will condemn a King To gratifie their will The' advantage of a Noble mind In difficulties shows Higher it raiseth them we find Lesse active overthrows Her that will raise a building high Magnificent to show Must first look downward with his eye and build as deep below Sometimes a heart disposed well Within the brain doth breed Right understanding to do well The fruit is like the seed But all who names of men do bear Are not so to be thought Unless at helm doth reason steer In Laws of virture taught The strong the fierce bold stout and tall The hardy wise and fair Rich highly born renown'd withal Are Epithetes of Ayr. whom reason rules not beasts must be Abusing so their own degree The Cause of Paganism at first in the world NAture corrupt and knowledge blind By Adams fall those sparks and seeds Of heavenly light yet left behind Appearing then broke forth in weeds For wanting grace and power to grow To first perfection did decline To superstition and so Worship to creatures did assign Mans fearful mind strange gods did make Which Custom with the power of Hell Such root in all mankind did take That worst of Ills they deemed well Some Worship'd Devils some mens Ghosts And others bow'd to Fowl and Fish To Herbs and bones and Painted-poasts They knew not what themselves would wish The Planets Fire the Air and Sea And every running Brook beside No Virtue nor no Vice but they Had with false Worship them bely'd Some God or Goddess was assign'd To all of these Oh! wretched men Whose stubborn wills to sin inclin'd God suffer'd fall but rais'd agen Such mercies may we ever finde To worship that eternal light Who rais'd the dead and cur'd the blinde And sav'd from everlasting night Upon a wise saying of Marcus Auralius Antoninus A Heathen Emperour doth teach What Christians ought to do Nature corrupt to us doth preach And gives example too The time of mans life 's as a point The substance ever flowes The sence obscure doth disappoint Him when he thinks he knowes Our bodies whole composure tends To base coruption Our souls are restless till our ends Then none knowes whither gone Fortunes uncertain doubtfulfame And a s stream that 's past Things of our bodies and our name Blank Lots have drawn at last And as a dream or Smoak are things belonging to the Soul They pass away like sounds of strings Or flights of swiftest fowl Our life 's a pilgrimage or warr And fame when life is done In little time 's forgot so farr That 't is Oblivion One thing remains Philosophy Consisting in this act Thy Spirit keep from injury Or Contumolious fact Above all pains and pleasures too Do nothing rash or fain'd Nor over-critically do So keep thy minde unstain'd From thine own actions depend Imbracing with content What ever comes which he doth send Whence thou art also sent 'Bove all things death with chearfulness Expect since 't is no more But Elements resolvedness To what they were before This dissolution to all So common do not shun Nature bespeaks thy Funeral Which creep not to but runn No ill in nature 't is to dye To nature t is accordingly ESSAY The ignorant and wilfull worldings say As he who bid good morning to the day Next to his Gold and that 's esteemed best Which is most profitable 'bove the rest If they mean profitable to a man As he is rational then I can With them agree but as a creature then I them reject as bad and senceless men Let nothing cause thee violate thy faith Immov'd by flattery what any saith Loose not thy modesty nor hate nor curse Dissemble not an Hypocrite is worse What ere requires the secrecy of walls Lust not thou after nor the white of vayles Thy rational part and Spirit keepe The Sacred misteries of virtues deep Within thy heart how happy then is he Wants neither solitude nor company Neither laments exclaims nor sighes in vain But lives without desire or fear or pain For life or death he is indifferent Who neither seeks nor shuns but takes what 's sent
Yet would with one another lie Their thoughts were grown so great And Poetiz'd their fancy That they immortaliz'd should grow Would neither sleep nor eat Alike to them was day or night They were so raptur'd with delight And measur'd time by thought Their cloaths by custome they put on And hand in hand walk'd fast along So found the Priest they sought The holy-man forgot his book And now and then he stole a look As oft about to pray Believing something there inshrin'd So much transcending humane kind He knew not what to say But fearing that he might offend The Saint so newly made his friend Dispatcht what he begun The Bride and Bridegroom left the place As they had been to run a race Scarce knowing what was done The people whom they passed by As if it were some hue and cry Forsook their houses quite And by pursuing came at last To find the doors and windows fast VVhere they had made their flight The guests invited to the day Came there but knew not what to say It was so strange a thing No meat nor musick favours gloves Posset nor cakes to shew their loves The Bride had but a Ring Thus full three daies and nights are fled Since that the sheapherds took their bed 'T was time I trow to rise For mortaliz'd they are agen And call for meat like other men Nature must have supplys The Prae-invited guests came in Like those who had intranced been None gave that daies salute Seeing the blushing sheapherds sit Like our first Parents for a bit Of the forbidden fruit But then a matron ag'd threescore Though truly told full twenty more Thus to the Bridegroom saies But not asham'd thou hast done well And doing often is a spell All women love to praise The married and the maids applause Soon known by hems at e'ry clause The scene is alter'd quite For now the house with noise doth ring In e'ry tongue and tail a sting For such another night The Souldier who at push of pike Saies one stands longest I doe like And thrusts and thrusts agen Another cries I love the brunt And brave induring in the front Give me such sprightly men But then a blushing maid replys My father told my mother lyes And so may others doe He promis'd her the Seamans vow But he perform'd the Lord knows how And glad she had it too Now supper call'd the Musick playes Healths to those pleasant nights and dayes The sheapherds lately past The tables drawn a dance or two The Bride and Groom had more to doe Such as they did the last But stay the maids now claim a right A custome yet of much despight To see the Bride in bed Which willingly she would excuse Though seemingly did not refuse 'T was now no May-den-head The men for Bridal garters strive The Mayds for Codpeice points alive But see a wondrous scape For had his breeches now been on Had suffer'd a dissection Or they had made a Rape But still the stockings are to throw Some threw too high and some too low There 's none could hit the mark But left the bride and bridegroom too 't Assut'd enough that they could doo 't Though it were ne're so dark Of Amity and Friendship AMity is a sacred flame Nature first kindled in our breasts That heat extinct only the name Equal remains to men and beasts Soul of the world true Amity As needful is to all mankind As fire and water for we see Without no joy nor tast we find Salt of our life nursing mother To all society humane A friend to me is my brother Against an Abel was a Cain Tyrants in nature had they power The Soul of friendship would destroy Malice and bad men would deflowr What e're themselves could not enjoy Friendship sufficeth to preserve The world no need of laws to bind Which now as second means does serve To awe those wills to bad inclind Howe're the law takes place below For friendship rules the heart and hand Our wills and the effects we know The Law but outsides can command All good law-makers ever had A greater care of Amity Then Justice though the laws not bad Yet sometimes credit loose we see Friendship distinguish'd into parts Nature virtue profit pleasure Virtue the noblest wedlocks hearts 'T is the souls indies natures measure The portract and description Of perfect friendship is a free And general confusion Of souls exchang'd in Amity Not only a conjunction Of solid things however knit There may be separation This perfect love will not admit The souls are plung'd and drowned so In one another that you can No more divide then you can do Things liquid or create a man On choice and liberty of will 'T is built without exception Goods honours judgments thoughts and will Nay life this is perfection From this confusion proceeds You cannot lend nor give to each No speech of good turns or good deeds Nor thanks for that declares a breach In common friendships these are found The nourishers in union Those testimonies are not sound But signs are of division 'T were nonsense and strange complement To thank my self for what I doe Unto my self who can invent I should divide my self in two Disputers in Religion Like talkers are of Amity For in a thousend there 's not one Who practise that divinity Oh sacred friendship much abus'd Transmuted into policy For want of wit he is accus'd Hath friendship and true honesty Were all to Avarice inclin'd The world would quickly have an end Meum not Tuum we should find Would leave but one himself to freind God was for money bought and sold Yet still we dote on cursed pelf May he that makes his God his gold Like that Apostate hang himself Perverted principles for truth Is now asserted interest The Religion of age and youth Friendship 's a name without a Test. FINIS Postcript to the Reader NOw you have pay'd and Read Farewel Be wiser yet and keep counsel For like to him who show'd a Mare Horse and no Horse to be seen there The Tayl was where the Head should be Tot'h Manger ty'd my Poetry Is such a show for wanting Coyn The Lyon with the Fox I joyn And thank ye all for this Relief 'T is better then a Begging-brief In all this Town ye cannot find A fitter Man to cheat the Blind * The two Statues at Somerset stairs of Tame and Isis. Two Rivers joyning makes Thamesis the heirs little brooks from the West running into Thames fish their Subjects When the Bridge was built this water was turn'd against Somerset House over the fields below Redriff 3 Tydes they are to hang till the water overflow them and ebbs as oft