DIVINITY AND MORALITY IN ROBES OF POETRY Composed for the Recreations of the Courteous and Ingenious By the Author Tho. Iordan Quod meus hortus habet sumas impunè licebit Si dederis nobis quod tuus hortus habet LONDON Printed by R. A. DIVINITY AND MORALITY IN ROBES OF POETRY A Sacred New-yeares Gift Dedicated unto all Lovers of Christianity Professors of Piety and Moral Honesty Preambulation IF pious Gifts by curious disquisition Prove not the Badg of antique Superstition Or if a Rhyme reduc'd to holy Reason May be allovv'd to celebrate the season And find admission in a noble heart As much as they vvhose Riches can impart Gold of Peru or those admired vvorks That spread the Tables of Triumphant Turks I hope the low Oblation of a friend That only makes your fair esteem his end May find as it deserves more grace then he Whose bounty is a Baud to treachery My gift is made of Wishes such as may If granted live with you when night and day Admit of no distinction perfect bliss Is now my Theam and that I wish is this The New years Gift A New Soul blanch'd in sin-dissolving tears And pious promises for future years Possess your mortal Mansion may no Times Witness the guilt of our re-acted crimes May you disband your bosom Sins and be Atton'd with God's immortal Monarchy Although each day ye pay in sighs and groans Your penitential contributions May the red Rain vvhich our rude vvrath let fall In num'rous showres of vengeance National Be all wash'd out and may Religions fame In England bear but one celestial Name May all those desperate distinctions that Have made our Island much unfortunate Be so composed by Religious Laws That rigour may no more dispute the Cause For I confess to my intelligence That hath relation but to common sense It is a Paradox that all the wise Holy and Learned in large Misteries Of Church and State that in convention sit Crown'd with the Genius of a Nation's wit With all the aids that Art and Nature can Contract within the circuit of man Should flight the Helm and let the peoples fate Be left unto the rageing stormes of state Such is a Civil War whose fury vents Artillery instead of Arguments As if the Holy Ghost Spirit of Love That once descended like a Turtle Dove Should now resigne his function and appeare Like a devouring Vulture may this yeare Register no such Apparitions but May all tranquility that God e're put Into the Power of Vnion on a Nation Receiv'd to Grace by true Humiliation Fall on your Souls may a New Spring of tears Renew your Graces Health Wealth Beauty Years And may your fair Posterity nere know The wild Confusion of our moderne woe May Peace and verity conjoyn'd in Glory Crown the Conclusion of our tragick Story May Schism sink and Truth be held supream Whose Robe of Sanctity hath nere a seam And let that foole which well deserves the Rod For saying in his heart there is no God Be better principl'd for he speakes Treason Not onely 'gainst Religion but Reason May the gross mists of error be dispel'd That curious heresies so hotly held May be display'd for then the radiant Beams Of righteousness vvill dissipate their dreams Let nothing enter in your hearts but vvhat The Holy Spirit doth communicate By sacred Law and Gospel vvhat is vvrit Iâ— them vve must obey vvhat not omit May you be charitable yet live free From any Popish censure may you be Fil'd with firm faith not that vvhich yeilds the Turks Preheminence before ye in good werks May you believe God's stock of mercy is Larger then all mens crimes yet let not this â—â—â—ffess ye vvith such vvarrant of salvation To think one sin may not destroy a Nation May you believe that the Apostles Creed Which some late Novelists forbear to read Is of such povver that you vvithout it are Farther from bliss then Saints from Civil War Let God's ovvn Prayer be your daily task For it contains all that vve ought to ask Those deprecations sum up every want And vvhatsoever God is pleas'd to grant 〈◊〉 that Petition cannot be ill vvrit When he that made it means to answer it Let not bright Gospels Exposition be A Lock and Key to its ovvn mystery What Scripture hath begun let Scripture finish Who comments false doth both add and diminish Which is a fearful crime may you be free From such transgression may Divinity Illuminate your Intellect may no Fallacious disputations overthrow The Pillars of your Piety or make The Fundamentals of your Faith to shake When these effects for which I pray appear You will confess it is a good New-year For if all come to pass which I have said 'T is the best New years-Gift that e're you had On forgetfulness in holy Duties FOrgetfulness can be no Plea for folly For God commands Remember thou keep holy On the Heart OUr God requireth the whole heart or none And yet he will accept a Broken one On rash Iudgment CAll not thy Brother Reprobate for sure Where God wil heal there is no wound past cure On an Evil Tongue THe Tongue as wel as Hand deep wounds affords Ther 's but one Letter betwixt Swords and words A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh and the Spirit Fle. COme prethee leave this reading let me hear Some jests or want on tales then shall my ear Be link'd unto your Oratory now I am so dull and drowsie that I vow I can no more give audience what dost call This petty Book thou art so pleas'd withall Spi. It is the cure of souls and it contains Our life or death our glory or our pains Here 's the great Law of God where man may view What he ought most to covet most eschew The glass of purity where mighty Kings Behold their bodies to be earthen things And with the wisest wise man lowdly cry All worldly honors are but vanity Here is thy first Creation where 't is shown How thou and I first met and joyn'd in one This shews the state we liv'd in how we were Blest with the plenty of a pregnant year The Husbandman nere toyl'd for there we knew No hate no strife nor where black Malice grew We had no envious Neighbours but were free From doing or receiving injury The Beasts were made your subjects and as true Unto each other as they were to you They had no Civil Wars no envy neither For Wolves Lambs might eat their meat together They liv'd secure within their proper holes And Lions did disdain to tread on Moles This was thy Paradise where all was free Unto thy use but one excluded Tree Where thou hadst liv'd till now had Gods Command Prevail'd with thee before the womans hand Under what misery doth poor man groan When as the flesh must suffer for the bone This is the Bible which I read by this I hope to tread the perfect path to bliss Fle. What kind of bliss I
is a safe Soveraignty On Henry the VIII HArry the VIII as story saith Was a King so unjust He nere did spare man in his vvrath Nor vvoman in his lust An Epigram on one who said He liv'd by his wits PAmphlet last vveek in his fantastique fits Was ask'd hovv he did live He said By 's wits Pamphlet I see vvill tell lyes by the Clock Hovv can he live upon so poor a stock On Ribaldry OF all detested vices none to me Appears more vain then verbal Rihaldry For he who to such talk his mind doth bend Is like that dog vvhose tail is at 's tongues end Good Wits may Iump A Good Wit brought unto a Stationer A Manuscript that so he might prefer His volume to the Press but e're that he Could make a Bargain for his Poesie The Book-seller whose aimes were for his profit Desires the Author he would read some of it The Writer reads some six or seven leaves Which having done the Stationer conceives That it was old a strait begins to look As memory led him in a printed book Lays it before our Author on the board And reads the Transcript to him word for word The Puet puzled at it 'gins to pump For an excuse and cryes Good Wits may Iump On a School-Master A Country Pedant of soul soft and silly Whose reading nere exceeded William Lilly In 's Ranks and Files of Substantives began His Brags to a more learned Countryman And said he took a Child the other day From women-tutors which e're long should say His Grammer Rules by heart and in two years He 'd make him a good Scholar th' other fleers And tnswers him agen Come Doctor come You know that Charity begins at home An Elegy and Epitaph on the deplored death of the much worthy William Barklay Esquire one of the Aldermen of the City of London dedicate to Mr. Hen. Barklay STay and release my wonder you that can Resolve what may compleat a perfect man So absolute that future times may well Admire at but shall never parallel Let him be wise and learn'd his better part Be richly furnish'd with transcendent Art Let Nature be his friend and in his mind Let vertues choice indovvments be refin'd He vvill come short of him whose body lyes At this time floating in his Mourners eyes For in this Monument is one in whom Faith Hope and Charityâ—ook up their room One who hath gather'd vertues since his birth Enough to crovvn a man in heaven and earth When acts of equity were in his trust He ever vvas both merciful and just The poor he pitied but his soul vvould nere To vitious greatness turn Idolater He had indeed a heart vvhich the vvorst times Could never tempt to profitable crimes His thoughts vvere pure his actions free his store Was made a good Exchequer for the poor Though envy oft on vertue doth attend He forced envy's self to be his friend By this the knowing Reader well may see The brittle State of best mortality Let man be nere so perfect in his parts And have the accomplishments of all the Arts Though he live long and well yet shall he have No earthly gratulation but a grave Forbear more words my phantsie thou 'rt too weak Great griefs are silent whil'st small sorrows speak Although his body sleep till the day come Shall reunite him to his antient home His soul is mounted on Seraphick wings Unto the Mansion of the King of Kings The Epitaph 1 WEep Reader weep for if we see Thy Fountains dry no man will be Perswaded to relent for thee 2 In this monumental clay Lies pious dust till it obey The Summons of the latter day 3 You that ransack earth and Skies For all worth which good men prize Look no further Here it lies 4 Let your truer tears attend it When all studious men have pen'd it This mans Name will comprehend it 5 But to sum up all in brief He whose eyes are void of grief Hath a heart without belief 6 HE whose soul doth not desire To weep before he do retire Would laugh were all the world on fire On Intemperance HE that devotes himself to wrath or wine Is not his own friend and can nere be mine On pious Poverty NOne but a vicious rich man will defie The low estate of pious poverty On vain delights IN seeking to obtain delights we lose 'um Dalila's lap leads not to Abrahams bosom On the Eucharist SEe the wide difference 'twixt wine and grace One warms the Spirit tother fires the face So he whose faith drinks o th' Communion Bowl Shall feel the inflammation in his soul The material substance of our Creed c 〈…〉 ed in twelve lines I Do believe in God Lord of Creation And in his Son Christ Iesus ou 〈…〉 Conceived by the Holy Ghost who 〈◊〉 Both from the Father and the Son 〈◊〉 Born of the Virgin Mary's womb 〈…〉 A cruel death by Pilat crucified Was dead and buried did descend 〈◊〉 The third day rise on earth next 〈…〉 one From thence he 'l come to Judgment 〈…〉 ve One Church one Spirit and I do 〈◊〉 Saints have Communion Reprobates 〈…〉 n Sins pardon soul and body's Resurr 〈…〉 n. The ten Commandements i 〈…〉 ines GOd spake these words and 〈…〉 am thy God That brought thee from the 〈◊〉 of Egypts rod And thou shalt have no other God but me Thou shalt not worship any Imagery Thou shalt not take my sacred Name in vain The holy Sabbath day thou shalt maintain Honor thy Parents and thy daies I 'le further With length and plenty Thou shalt do no murther Thou shalt no vile Adultery commit Thou shalt not steal no nor purloin by wit Thou shalt not bear false witness 'gainst thy Neighbor Nor covet what is his by right or labour The happy estate of the Blessed Matth. 5 1 YE wealthy souls that being poor in merit Are by Gods sentence allow'd rich in spirit Heaven is made your Kingdom Angels be Your glorious guides to bliss Blessed are ye 2 You that with grief do mourn and relent Bedew your cheeks till your wet eyes are spent You shall be comforted by Gods Decree And one day joy as much Blessed are ye 3 You that are meek and humble in your minds Mark what felicity your meekness finds The large earth your inheritance shall be And heaven at the last Blessed are ye 4 You hungry thirsty souls whose appetite Desires but righteousness receive your mite You shall be filled Christ your bread will be Feed and be thankful then Blessed are ye 5 You that are merciful hope to obtain Mercy again ye cannot hope in vain God is your stedfast Anchor and will he Leave you to shipwrack no Blessed are ye 6 You that in mind in heart in soul are pure Gold purg'd from dross that can the touch indure Happy are ye your excellence shall see Gods brightness face to face Blessed are ye 7 You whom vile men unrighteously revile If you remain but patient all the while For Iesus sake shall sure rewarded be More then an hundred fold Blessed are ye 8 Ye persecuted souls that suffer wrong For righteousness and want a pleading tongue To tell your grief your joy compleat shall be Your Kingdom Heaven is Blessed are ye 9 Rejoyce and be exceeding glad for great Will your reward be from Gods Mercy Seat Can a rewarding Master better be Then our dear Saviour Christ Blessed are ye 10 So were the Prophets persecuted they Suffer'd your wrongs whom cruel men did slay They have their Saviours bounty then agree To bear their sorrows and Blessed are ye The wretched estate of the cursed Deut. 27. 1 THere is a cruel wretch whose watchful eye Stands Centinel that he most secretly Might smite his Neighbour where so e're he be God's curse o'retakes his fact Cursed is he 2 That faithless man who for his sole defence Cleaves to mans frailty without care or sense Of God or his just power let all agree With one consent to cry Cursed is he 3 There is a slave so cruel and unkind That will pervert the footsteps of the blind And lead them from their journey all that be Christians will surely say Cursed is he 4 A vile transgressor too I cannot miss An Image-worshipper and one that is A friend to Wooden Saints let him not be A patern for our lives Cursed is he 5 He that 's unmerciful adulterous A Fornicator or one covetous And many such great evils God will see His true amendment els Cursed is he 6 He that in Judgment hindereth the right Of Fatherless or Widows in God's sight His unjust Judgment stands who will not see His sin unpunished Cursed is he 7 But ther 's a Iudas who reward will take To murther Innocents my Saviours sake Doth make me now relent but let him be Subject unto his bane Cursed is he 8 But now a Caytiff heathenish and vile I must declare a disobedient Child A Parent-Curser who deserves to be Cursed of all the world Cursed is he 9 There is a craft crep't in the Country Sir Which is to bear his Neighbours Landmark far From its true place of residence to be For his unlawful use Cursed is he 10 Here is another Iustice will not spare An hot lascivious loose Adulterer That whores his Neighbours wife and makes him be The laughing-stock of Fools Cursed is he FINIS
shall assist no Bloud obstruct He is the Peoples Servant in esteem But in effect they are all Slaves to him He hath a vayle to varnish every vice He doth commit but monstrous Avarice That sin is so gygantick all his wit Put in pretences cannot cover it As AEsop's Cat transform'd into a Maid Sate simpering at Supper unbetray'd Till by unusuall chance a Mouse she saw Crosse ore the Board then she began to claw So is his nature sleek'd with soft applause Till Pride or Profit make him spread his Pawes From him all sly dissimulations issue His loyns bear Sack-cloth when his heart wears tissue He seemes to pray and unto God alone Though in his heart he doth beleeve there 's none Where he bears rule that Nation needs no Rod He is a Devill in the Name of God Attend and you shall heare him though in brief Rehearse the Articles of his Belief The Politician in Person GReatnesse is summum bonum to be high Tempted the Angels in their Clarity Creatures to whom the Sun is but a Shade Before that Sin had Birth or Man was made Nor could this lust of optimacy misse Innocent Adam in his Genesis Then though our bloud to Thrones cannot advance We have Ambition by inheritance If to be Great be the best thing we know No Actions are amiss that make us so Since to be High is that all men intend No matter by what steps we do ascend That Man that hates a rising States-man would O're-top his highest Neighbours if he could And cares not if vast Families do fade By him with Suits of Law and tricks in Trade He will seize Houses though he can't take Townes 'T is the same Crime for Compters as for Crownes A Princes Throne is chain'd as much to chance As is the meanest Man's inheritance Nature it selfe our most indulgent Mother Doth ruine one thing to erect another Observe the flux and reflux of the Ocean Progresse and regresse are the soule of motion Can it be ill to climbe the highest seat Since Men are Good on purpose to be Great Why should those Causes merit our neglect Whose subtile series reach to the effect Or if our fortunes would not have us high Why then doe all Concurrences comply If it be not the destiny's intents To make us Great why have we great Events Councils and Armes in strange Meanders flow Yet meet sure Providence would have it so Though Mariners can Ship and Tackling finde Fit to set Saile they cannot raise a Winde The Gamester boldly doth his hand advance To throw the Die but cannot guide the Chance This well promised what is done must be By an inevitable Destinie The wisest man that ever was writes thus In his sublime Ecclesiasticus Ecclus. 1.5 How many Kings have on the ground sat down And one ne're thought upon hath worn the Crowne How comes it then to be a lineall Function By right of Bloud made consecrate with Vnction This trick was hatch'd by some great Monarch's Minion To blind the world but I am of opinion None doth more fitly fill a Chaire of State Than he that is anoynted by his Fate The Author THis is his Creed and all that do oppose This although God and Angels are his Foes But stay if Fansie faile not sure I see A reverend Doctor in Theologie Approach his Presence who doth look upon His Pride with holy indignation If he do speak to him we soon shall see How Policy and Piety agree The Doctor PRoud Polititian whither wilt thou flye With thy imperious Impiety Dost think a Cable made of twisted sands Can Anchor thee against Almighty hands Dar'st thou believe thy Machivillian Arts Can vaile thee from the searcher of all Hearts He doth make war against Gods sacred seat Who treads upon the good to make him Great The Civil War of Heaven did foretell Men shall not rise by that which Angels fell Methinks those Powers thy strength hath overthrown Should tell thee so obnoxious are thy own What man is he that can in such Seas swim Where one or other dares not follow him And sink him too In our Morality We take it for an Axiom that he Who pulls Superiors down to raise his fame Shewes his own Servants how to doe the same If this will not suffice but still your eye Mounts to that Sphere of Mischief Majesty Look on Eternity and well revise The vile Gradations which make such men rise The usuall steps of Corrupt States-men are Envy Pride Wealth Hypocrisie and Warre Covetousnesse Oppression Tyranny And all these cemented with Perjury Painted with Piety but how they are In opposition Scripture will declare Envy Iames 3.16 WHere Envy and seditious strife doth lurk Confusion is and every evill work Iames 3.17 The wiseome that descendeth from Above Is fill'd with Peace with Purity and Love Iames 3.15 Envy Strife Malice though they serve your wish Are earthly sensuall and devilish Pride Porverbs 16.19 AN humble spirit better is allow'd Than to divide a rich spoile with the proud Ecclus. 10.12 When Man begins to make Pride his Partaker He doth depart from God turne from his Maker Prov. 10.18 When fierce destruction followes to Hell-gate Pride doth most commonly preambulate Riches Prov. 23.4 Luke 16.13 LAbour not to be rich Wealth is a rod You cannot serve at once Mammon and God 1 Iohn 2.15 The Love of God doth not in that soule move Who for this World forsakes the God of Love Luke 6 24. Wo to yee Rich where will yee seek Salvation When God sayes yee have had your Consolation Hypocrisie Math 23.27 WO to you Hypocrites whose sin appeares Like dead mens bones in silver Sepulchers Mathew 23. I send yee Prophets but you doe bely 'em And with your Power kill Scourge and crucifie 'em Mathew 23.33 Yee Serpents Vipers how can yee expell The wrath of God and free your soules from Hell Warre Iames 4.1 FRom whence comes War and wrath are they not embers Of lawless lusts that war within your members Prov. 16.32 That man hath more of Wisdome Power and Pity Who rules his wrath than he that takes a City Prov. 28.17 He that doth violence unto the bloud Of any man shall perish in the floud Covetousnesse 1 Thes. 2.5 PAul calls God witnesse that he never spoke VVith flattering words nor wore a Covetous Cloak Ecclus. 10.9 A Covetous man doth in all Evills rowle For such a one makes sale of his owne soule 1 Cor. 6.10 When God will execute without Reprieves He puts the Covetous among the Thieves Oppression Prov. 22.2 and 23.10 ROb not the Poore nor grieved soule oppresse And doe not take Fields from the Fatherlesse 1 Thes. 4 6. He that will goe beyond or doth defraud His Brother is by God himselfe out law'd Malac. 3.5 God will destroy that Soul which takes delight To turn away the Stranger from his right Tyranny Pro. 28.15 UNrighteous Rulers holy writ compares To roaring Lyons and to ranging Beares Prov. 29.2 The People joy
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Midnight calls and I must leave thee This shall purchase my release May not such sweet dreames deceive thee That pretend a prudent Peace War with this dark night fly over And all joy rise with the Light Thus thy Lipps with mine I cover One kiss more and then Good night An Elegy and Epitaph composed on the death of an Infant Lady GReat King of Golgotha grim God of fears Whose Throne is made of thirsty Sepulchers That by the vertue of thy cold commands Destroy'st more lives then there be stars or sands From vvhose cadaverous imbraces none Are free'd until the Resurrection Attend my Summons for the powers divine Decree that I must one day bow to thine And tell me why thou hast imploy'd that dart Which perforated Alexanders heart Upon this Infant Lady whose fair eyes Could not but quell the keenest cruelties The fiercest Tyrant that red Ireland bears Might have been conquer'd with one smile of hers Her dumb complaints would have wrought more contrition Then all the reason of the best Logitian Do but consider death what thou hast done Upon our Albion Isle since Forty one Remember who have suffer'd by thy frown These ten years 'twixt the Cottage and the Crown What souls are fled will not all these suffice But thou wilt deal in Cradle cruelties Methinks the mother of that fragrant bud As fruitful in her vertue as her bloud Might have prevail'd with thee but oh I see No reason can reduce thy tyranny Therefore wee 'l stop the floud of further Passion With this Celestial consideration That though thou hast tore oft her fleshly clothing Her Soul shall be a Saint when thou art nothing The Epitaph 1 LAdies that are young and wise Shall I tell ye of a Prize Here a Box of Beauty lies 2 A Iewel hid from vulgar view Whose excellency if you knew Your eyes would drop like morning dew 3 Dame-Natures Diamond which when She saw it was too bright for men Shew'd it and shut it up agen On the event of these Wars betwixt the Dutch and English SOme are such silly Statists that they wish Our English loss may fill the Dutchman's dish But most of them I know be such as are A suffering Party in our Civil War I feel the same disease too but would never Exchange an Ague for a Burning Feaver On those women who pretend that poverty provoketh to inchastity SHall poverty destroy us Is the mind The noble temper of the soul confin'd To such a baseness that we cannot be Our selves unless we hug prosperity Shall we confess an Hell conceit withall There is an Heaven where the Angelical Receive immortal joy Shall we believe It vvas ordain'd for poor ones such as grieve In a continual vvant and hourly groan Under the burthen of affliction And shall vve be so senseless to agree That vertuous souls can fall by poverty Tell me intemperate creatures in vvhat state Did ye salute the vvorld at first vvhat rate Were your gay garments priz'd at vvhen you cry'd For needful coverture no Robes for pride When as the pregnant brest gave more content Then the prosusest Banquets ye have spent Usher'd vvith Wine and Musique when nor wit Nor best inventions could your Pallat sit When all your learned Cooks could not retain Sufficient Art to vvast your vvealth in vain But novv the Spring of riot is dravvn dry Ye cannot as you vvould true proverty Contents it self vvith nought and scorns to raise A vvretched riches by sinister vvayes Yet this recalls not you but makes you guess Ye have a warrant for your wickedness For when some virtuous Soul desires to see The Cause ye have you shew your Poverty And som small charge of Children which you say You must provide for 'gainst their Marriage day Thus fed by vice they live when they 'r at Age T is your damnation proves their Heritage Admit your care be less that y' are beguil'd The procreated Blessing of a child Your Cause is so much lesser will you give Your pretious Soul to make one Body live Sure your kind Parents were not so unwise As not to teach your hands some mysteries To keep your Body spotless and preserve Your Soule which of the two's most like to starve Endeavour then they 'r poor beyond all fear That are not worth the flesh and blood they wear Tell me ye pitied Spectacles of woe How will your pride and your rich rayment show When as your sordid Suitors shall proclaim Ye won them by an Act ye dare not name When they shall tell their neighb'ring Lechers how They wrought upon your willingness and shew In their rank Ribaldry how hot and high Your wantonness advanc'd their luxury Who will conceit such a lewd thing as this Did e're know chastity or that there is So great a vertue resident or think She ever priz'd it that thus low could sink Not I believe me I 'le as soon allow Poyson and Balm may from one issue flow For she whom want will make a Wanton doth Make foul Adultery the Nurse of Sloth The Proselite 1 FArewel thou dearest of my Crimes Be never more th' abuser of my Times Lest that I curse too late The errors of that Fate Which made me love thee All ye Deities divine Strengthen this request of mine Then may I say Frail delight pass away I am rul'd by a Power that is above thee 2 No more shall thy seducing smiles Thy winning looks or other sweet beguiles Have power to withdraw My heart from Love by Law Seal'd to another Cupid I thy power defie Thou 'rt a flatte'ring Deity And there are none But confess thee the Son Of a fair foolish fickle wanton Mother To the much honored Pair and most pious Preservers of Love and Loyalty in Wedlock Mr. Nathaniel Lownes Merchant Adventurer c. and the perfect Patern of Vertue Mrs. Melior Lownes his beloved Consort MY Muse salutes ye both who to your worth Devotes her love and holds my service forth All happiness that the Celestial Powers Ordain for men wait upon you and yours Treasure long life love liberty and myrth Dwell with ye till ye find heaven upon earth True Concord be your guide and may no passion On either side provoke a separation In medio consistit virtus vve Find in your loves a meliority Which is most permanent what is belovv That or above it is too fast or slow Health peace and plenty vvith all joyes that can Add vigour to the noble soul of man Erect your spirits may ye never be Expos'd to any infelicity But may that God vvhich hath heaven for his home Guide you in this vvorld and the vvorld to come Such are the wishes of a Servant to both your Vertues THO. JORDAN On Reason WOuldst thou have all things subject unto thee Be subject then to Reasons Monarchy Thou shalt be Conqueror of many if Reason may be thy Governor in chief Wouldst thou command a little world then be King of thy self 't