ensuing pain Why strive we here in pleasures to excell Or count distresse and sorrows here a hell Dives THrice wretched yea most wretched soule am I Wretched yea wretched drown'd in misery Drown'd yea and bound in that infernall pit Which hath no bottome yea more wretched yet Not only bound but bound in chaines a yoke Perpetuall too which never shall be broke Never what never without end or date Oh! this word never makes me desperate Desperate indeed no hope for me remaines I am in hell in everlasting chaines This purgatory I am in indeed Am in 't is true but out cannot be freed Hence to redeeme me men may be at cost But all in vaine and to no purpose lost Here intercessions dirges are too late Mans love is vaine where God above doth hate Lazarus THrice happy soule am I what happy thrice Yea infinitely in a Paradise Eternall in the heavens oh best of all And yet more happy where I cannot fall No Serpent here to tempt me to rebell I have a place from whence that Serpent fell No aple here whereby I can be try'd No choice offends where nothing is deny'd Nor can I now in my affections stray Corruption thence is purged clean away And with the Angels which have ever stood I freed from ill am now confirm'd in good I now indeed am from all danger free I cannot sin then cannot punish'd be I now am happy beyond end or weight And therefore happy beyond all conceit The Authors Epigram DIves in hell now suffers for that sin Which we on earth doe take our pleasure in Dives in soule is with his sin tormented We in the body are with sin contented Dives in soule contemplates his hard fate We in the body ponder not our state Dives in hell as desperate must indure We upon earth are desperately secure Lazarus in heaven contemnes all earthly toyes We upon earth regard not heavenly joyes Lazarus in soule now freed from earth hath rest We in the body thinke that thraldome best Lazarus in soule hath now in fault to mind We in the body nothing but offend Lazarus in heaven hath now no cure in â—ake We upon earth have our accounts to make Dives DIstressed soule my miseries indeed Are out of measure yet must more exceed Distressed soule what punished by art Thus fully tortur'd and yet but in part I in my soule am hellishly distrest While my corrupted carkasse is at rest But that and I ere long must meet againe Not to asswage but to increase my paine Unhappy soule was I indeed the first That did offend that I am punish'd worst I am in hell the body yet seems free Did I pollute the body or that me But this is sure both were created good And in that state wherein we might have stood The Apple was unto the eye presented But I unto the eating in consented Lazarus I Happy I who once was wretched heal'd Am now in soule in that Elysian field Mear heaven celestiall Paradise where I In boundlesse pleasures greater to discry I happy I have many years injoy'd What pleasures may be from the body void Which freedome might have justly been reputed A comfort when the body was polluted But when the body shall new formed be And made immortall from corruption free Shall to me by the hand of the Creator Be joyn'd againe my joy shall then be greater My present joyes are infinite yet some Of them in hope which hopes shall then become All hop'd for pleasures then shall be suppli'd The new form'd Bridegroome have his reform'd bride The Authors Epigram MOst happy Lazarus how art thou renown'd How are thy sad and patient sufferings crown'd With ample yea within 〈◊〉 victories And shalt have yet is greater weight of glories Thou in thy body were 〈◊〉 distrest Thou in thy soule art now in heaven at rest Thou in thy soule and body joyn'd againe With Saints made perfect shall triumphant reigne Vnhappy Dives thou hast done thy mirth Thou in the body hadst thy heaven on earth But now thy spirit from the body freed Doth finde its selfe in very hell indeed Thou in the body only but devis'd To make the body were impâ—rudis'd But on thy soule and time to come unheedfull The state in both is therefore now most â—readfull Dives MOst wretched I besides the woes I have Methinks I heare my bones within my graye As troubl'd with some fatall Trumpets sound Begin to shake and shiver in the ground Disquieted bones why rest you not as rotten Why are you not eternally forgotten What awfull power or dreadfull earthquake rather Is this which wakes and shakes you thus together But can the bones consumed into dust Restored be Yes wofull yes they must Both bones and flesh are but in earth refin'd They must together once againe be joyn'd Oh! how have I offended is not death Of body for the body condign wrath And hell sufficient for the soules reward No no there is a sentence yet more hard Lazarus MOst blessed I what joyes have I in store How out of measure can they yet be more Yes joyfull yes I yet more joyes shall finde When once my body to my soule be joyn'd When that long look'd for act is to be done How shall my flesh and bones together run And by the rising of that Lambe was slaine Have power infused to stand up again Then from the sad sepulchre of anoy How shall I but lift up my head with joy And in the body deeply ravish'd be Thus from that prison set for ever free Besides my body which now rests in peace Shall then from all corruption have release And like a Bridegroom ready trim'd to me The bride for ever shall new marri'd be The Authors Epigram OH Dives Dives thou on earth hadst store Hadst all things in abundance no man more But when thy sleep be slept dost understand Thou shalt awake with nothing in thy hand Oh! whither would thy soule then take her flight To keep out of the body if it might How would it rather forth the body dwell Then in the body feel another hell But Lazarus thou shalt then come forth with joy Thou in the world hadst nothing but annoy But when that day of restitution comes Thou shalt have plenty Dives not the crums Thy body which in rags was bound up here Shall then in most celestiall robes appear Thy soule therewith much ravish'd and delighted Shall in much pleasure be thereto united Dives T Is true indeed yea too to true alas As Scripture speaks which alwaies comes to passe It is decre'd for all men once to dye But were that all more happy then were I. But oh this sentence is not here confin'd The soule and body must againe be joyn'd The soul from hell the body from its tombe And after death must unto judgement come Confounded wretch how shall I then subsist Which if I might not I the more were blest But yet I must alas
me to assigne Some meanest office though to feed the swine But all in vaine her greatnesse did abhor me Had neither place nor yet imployment for me But sternly told me of my sad subjection To wofull stocking whipping and correction Whereat amaz'd I soone was strucken mute Betwixt despair and growing resolute Unto the last bad counsell did intice Bad nature too but grace restrained vice The Authors Epigram DEceitfull world deciphering thy state Who can but erre thou art unto the great A flattering Syren but unto the small A very savage cruell Caniball Thou dandl'st youthfull Dives on thy knee Till with thy pleasures he inchanted be But having got the thing which thou wouldst have Thou mak'st him then thy most contented slave But if poor Lazarus seekes to be imploy'd Or sues for aide he is by thee deny'd Thou only cry'st he doth thy honour blemish Correct the rascall let the vermine famish Alas poore Lazarus of the world excluded Alas rich Dives by the world deluded Poore Lazarus starves his penurie is such Again rich Dives surfets with too much Dives VVHen as the world had given my will content Or I had given unto the world consent Her various beauties did me so inflame My very heart was ravisht with the same I freely drunk her pleasures with delight Whereof the more I drunk the more I might Her profits were unto my hot desire But as more fuell to increase that fire Her greatnesse with respect unto her honour Did for preferment make me wait upon her Her glories were so radiantly set forth I thought upon no other heav'n but earth On earth I only did set up my stay I gave my sences and affections sway And having treasure which might long endure I in that harbour thought my selfe secure Lazarus MOst wretched creature destitute of ayd Of all men loathed and in limmes decay'd I could not worke and therefore might not eat But griping hunger and inforce for meat Beg then I must and so I did indeed I made the world acquainted with my need I made my greefe apparant but alas I I must be punish'd for I had no passe Yet still I beg'd as to that thraldome ty'd Though oft upon my tender kneen deny'd I cry'd for succour and did shew my sores Where people passed and at rich mens dores Thus whiles I beg'd I got reliefe of some But without wofull begging not a crumme High wayes and hedges were any shrouds by day By night full glad to shroud my selfe in hay The Authors Epigram RIch Dives laughs and doth in pleasures swim As if they only were ordain'd for him Poore Lazarus weeps and makes this pitious mone I drinke the sorrowes of the world alone Rich Dives doth no earthly comfort misse By birth much wealth if not the world is his But silly Lazarus as it doth appeare Is borne to beg or borne to nothing heere Rich Dives heere is master and commands Much force if not too much is in his hands Poore Lazarus heere is but the scumme of all Must stoope to meane men downe to rich men fall Dives hath friends is spoken to most faire Dives the worlds owne darling yea her heire Lazarus is only left no love no friend Lazarus is only loath'd but marke the end Lazarus COnsum'd with hunger misery and care Decrep't with cold for want of rags to weare My pined corps and panting heart for ayd Began to languish and my health decay'd With many sighes in this my sad estate I got at length unto the rich mans gate Where in my anguish in my paine and griefe I hop'd for succour and I beg'd reliefe I cal'd I cry'd and as I durst I knock'd But all in vaine the rich mans gate was look'd No gate no doores no eares could open'd be His Curres did far more kindnes shew then he Whereat my heart within my wretched breast Was strucke as dead yea with meere death possest Thus left of man all mercy me denying God everliving shew'd me mercy dying Dives VVHat am I struck with melancholy's dart Come earthly comforts come revive my heart What have you lost your vertue or your skill Which wont to cure me Oh! I yet am ill What desperate change is now in my disease That now offendeth which was wont to please My earthly pleasures and my endlesse gaines Doe now disquiet me nor asswage mu paines Come make my will then of my wealth with speed For now I finde it failes me at my need And run to some Physitian with my state Some learned Doctor for my paines are great Come Doctor come my sicke estate behold Come shew your learning give some ease for gold Some present helpe unto my heart apply A world for life helpe helpe alas I dye The Authors Epigram IF Dives surfets and grown sicke is sad No earthly aid is wanting can be had His friends abound Physitians dare be bold To strive sometimes beyond their rules for gold But wofull Lazarus of the world neglected Lies sicke forsaken harbourlesse rejected No friends to chear no physicke for his good He surfets not but rather sterves for food Rich Dives now he feels unto his pain That all his wealth yea all the world is vain When sicknesse comes their sweetnesse is but small When death their hony then converts to gall Poore Lazarus all his life time in distresse Whose very face deciphers wretchednesse When sicknesse comes it makes him death require When death it gives him what he doth desire Dives O Death most cruell I thou hast struck my heart O wretched body I thou and I must part Thou to a rotting resting place a while I to the ruefull dungeon of exile Thou now a carkaise I a cursed soule Beset with fiends which will have no controule Out of thy prison now I see full cleare Most ugly Divels as they are appeare They seaze upon me with infernall spite They tell me I belong to them by right I have beene by them many yeeres imploy'd Although they by me have not beene discry'd And therefore now I must with them away They long have wayted but have now their prey They must unto proud Lucifer return With me that monster doth in fury burne Lazarus LOng wish'd for day most welcome death to me Which sets me thus from all my sufferings free My wither'd corps now rest in hope to rise My weary'd soul is now on wing and flies Most happy change I how is my chance amended On earth cast out with Angels now attended Who all my life did succour me distrest And now at death will carry me to rest In soule I meane which from my body freed Now viewes those Angels as they are indeed Which sight excels all earthly joyes as far As doth the Sun the most inferiour Star Which glorious spirits with delight inspir'd To see my soule thus out of thrall retir'd Doe in their fiery chariots now of love Thus in my spirit early me above The Authors Epigram HEere I must
change additions given before Rich Lazarus now Rich Dives now no more Rich Lazarus now hath more then earth can grant Poore Dives now in miserable want Rich Lazarus now with Angels is delighted Poore Dives now with Divels is affrighted Lazarus in peace of conscience doth excell Dives in conscience hath a very hell Rich Lazarus mounts with Angels him attending Poore Dives now with Divels is dâ—scending Heaven hath for Lazarus long prepared â—in Hell gapes for Dives and he enters in Lazarus receiv'd with love delight and joy Dives with deadly horrour and annoy Lazarus to have his saved soule contented Dives to have his damned soule tormented Dives OH cursed cursed most accursed soule Where am I now what fiends are these that howl They seize upon me they torment me sore I shrike with anguish they in fury rore In earths deep centers darke and dreadfull cell Where only angry damned spirits dwell In grossest darknes yet my sight so clear Most hidious visions to the same appear In hell indeed where I endure that curse Which shall not cease but be heerafter worse In fire infernall out of measure hot Which ever burns and yet consumeth not I rave I curse and I accuse my fate As if such torments were unjust too great But conscience nips me with not so I trie To kill that worme but oh I it will not die Lazarus OH blessed blessed oh my soule most blest In Abrahams bosome yea in Angels rest A Heavenly mansion made by God most good Made mine by Jesus purchas'd by his blood In heav'n indeed where I behold no sight But only heav'nly objects of delight Nor heare I ought that doth offend but heere All prayses sing and Alleluj as heare No darknes heer I still have perfect day No sorrowes heere all tears are wip'd away No meannesse heere I match with Kings above No hatred here but I have perfect love Heere I have rest which never shall decrease Heere I have pleasures which shall never cease Heere I have riches which shall never rust Heere I injoy the portion of the just The Authors Epigram POore Dives now within that fiery lake In hell doth yell most piteous dolour make He sees the fire although it gives no light The divels too though in perpetuall night Rich Lazarus now hath rest which shall indure In heav'n where only harbour is secure Views Man in Christ and Christ in God which sight Is the most heav'nly object of delight Poore Dives now is desperate indeed His roaring conscience makes his soule to bleed The fiends againe do rage the faster why To make him silent no the lowder cry Rich Lazarus now it blest above measure Hath heav'n for glory happinesse for treasure Yea double happy he in heaven abides And in his conscience hath a heav'n besides Dives MOst cursed soule with Divels now in chaynes I feele not only hells infernall paines But also have a hell within my spirit For losse of heav'n which Saints above inherit Damn'd soule I curse but cannot God accuse He proffer'd grace but I did grace refuse He often touch'd my conscience with a nip Which still I smother'd or in vaine let slip He sent his servants yea his only Sonne Who still did wooe but I would not be woon He gave me riches to relieve the poore Whom I neglected or disdain'd the more But now I am for evermore rejected No meanes of mercy now to be expected But fiery fiends must pay me now my due Without remorse who would no mercy shew Lazarus MOst happy soule now from corruption free'd Which in my body was corrupt indeed I then yea I for now I doe subsist Within my soule was then with sin distrest My earthly body as a house of mire Or dirty clay polluted my desire Depraved Nature with corrupted sense Seduc'd my will abus'd intelligence Yea infinite allurements unto sin The world without the wicked one within All join'd in one a very host indeed To race my Towrs which were alas but Reed But God who still defendeth from above Did looke upon my weake estate in love And in his Sonne accepting what I wanted Where power I had not there he pardon granted The Authors Epigram IF Adams Seed be still the same by birth Or Dives yet hath brethren upon earth Here let them heare him in his soule complaine For losse of what they yet have time to gaine If men distrest remaine in sorrows striving Or saved Lazarus yet hath seed surviving Here let them in their sorrows overflown Behold his joy and in his joy their owne Dives as in an Ocean did abound In earthly joyes wherein he swimming drown'd Lazarus as in a channell with his oare Was crost and tost and yet got safe to shoare Dives had warnings of a future night But present joyes put future cares to flight Lazarus with present miseries opprest Was soon incited to insuing rest Dives COnfounded soule when I was found in earth I lost my selfe but most of all my worth Nay I could very hardly then discry That man had any such a thing as I. The curious cob-web of my body twin'd Wherein I out of sight was out of minde Was then the object that I counted dear Because in deed that only did appear That that I pamper'd with the choisest cates And deck'd with jewels of the highest rates And that so fully my affections sway'd That I who therein should have rul'd obey'd But now poore soule I see thee as thou art A power immortall once the better part I see the worth wherein thou were infus'd And to what end but all alas abus'd Lazarus MOst happy soule thus out of thraldome risen Thou in the body wert indeed in prison That house of clay wherein thou wert inclos'd Confin'd thy power and made thee ill dispos'd Thou in some motion to the better things Wouldst then have hover'd but that held thy wings Thou then didst see but then thy sight alas Prov'd much deceitfull looking through that glasse But now my soule thy nimble sight is clear Thou as thou art dost to thy selfe appear A jewell most inestimable such As doth in worth exceed the world by much Pure in thy selfe and pure in thy desire With Angels equall and shall yet be higher In present joy and art inspir'd with some Sweet speculations of more joyes to come The Authors Epigram DIves in hell confounded at his state Now sees his folly's when it is too late Confesseth too with most outragious cries What whiles he liv'd the world might not surmise Alas poore Dives heaven hath now deni'd thee The world which was thy joy doth now deride thee Vnhappy Dives how art thou undone Thy soule is lost and yet no world is won Thrice happy Lazarus who in sorrows tost Hast gain'd what Dives in his pleasures lost Hast heav'n where thou art ravished with mirth Dives hath neither joy in heav'n nor earth If sorrows here foretell such future gain Or present pleasures such
power to die The Scripture only on the soule reflects All earthly objects it as base rejects The soule a spirit therefore only fit To read those copies by the spirit writ This Writ from heaven then summons up thy soul To heaven that Court which issu'd forth this scroule Glew not thy soule then too neare earthly things Hang no such plumets on its sublime wings Againe the Scriptures only have the art To search into the secrets of the heart They only can discover sin and prove Upon the conscience they came from above They only a beginning doe relate No humane Treatise of so ancient date They only have preserved been and shall Though ever doubtlesse envy'd most of all And in them in the sacred Writ I meane As in a glasse is only to be seen That perfect image of supernall might Which can be viewed by no other light There is I grant it in each humane frame An eye by nature fixed in the same Which doth by nature beyond nature see A pow'r there supernaturall must bee Which power no doubt hath deified been From the beginning by the race of men Though most for want of power to understand Ascrib'd that power unto some other hand As some to creatures like themselves but clay Some to the Sun as former of the day Some to the Moon some to the Stars yea know Some to the prince of hell below Yet all to something thus the infidell Beleeves there is a power that doth excell But ignorant of what it is doth faine Or forge a God out of his idle braine Thus natures pen by reasons power no doubt Doth point at God but cannot point him out Doth shew a God but what he is or where That Scriptures only fully can declare Shall then a heathen a meere Infidell Who never heard of either heaven or hell Or dreames of soule alone by natures view Discern there is a God and homage due Which is apparant all the world abroad All nations worship something as a God And shalt thou Atheist dar'st thou all alone Be worst of all men and acknowledge none Thou hast besides the wisest heathens sight Much greater aide far cleerer beames of light Gods holy and eternall word by name Eternall in the nature of the same Where thou maist its eternall author find It only gives that sight unto the blind And this thou hast not so to make thee pos'd As pretious oyntment in a box inclos'd Not only in the hidden letter teaching But open'd by the pow'rfull hand of preaching Canst thou not row then in this calmed ocean Sit'st thou in darknesse in this heav'nly Goshen Dar'st thou deny that Deitie which here Doth in such perfect characters appeare Oh do not thou degenerate so far To be more sordid then the divels are The divels do much forced duty shew To holy Scriptures and do know them true Shall divels then unto the Scriptures bow Confesse and feare them and yet wilt not thou Deluded Atheist be reform'd herein Seeke no such shadowes so to hide thy sin Because the Scriptures render thee unjust Thou dost condemne them so to save thy lust Let not thy senses thus thy soule inthrall For lose the Scriptures and thou dost lose all Both soule and body heav'n and God yea soe Dost likewise purchase everlasting woe T is then no marvell that thou art so blind Or rather desp'rate in thy carnall mind That in thy fancy thou cast apprehend No soule no heav'n nor pow'r that doth transcend How canst thou view these when thou dost in spleen Reject the glasse where these are to be seen The Scriptures are Gods tapers set up here Extinguish those no God will then appeare God in times past aid oft appeare I know In visions and in shadowes here below But when the substance his eternall Son Once shin'd here all those lesser lights had done Bright Sun indeed well might the stars give way And hid themselves in such a heav'nly day A heav'nly day when heaven it selfe we find Burst through the clouds came down to earth and shin'd And yet we find this day at last did fade This glorious Sun at length began to wade And from these nether Regions to retire Ascended to the circles that are higher Well might the world then here beneath lament And put on sackcloath weeds of discontent Bewailing deeply that earth darking day Which from the earth tooke such a light away This heavenly Sun now in the heavens again Whose glory heavens cannot alone containe Did leave some rayes below and now and then Doth dart down more amongst the sonnes of men But all that light now of that heavenly taper Is set up in a lanthorne here of paper In holy Scripture all that light doth shine That is the lanthorne which gives light divine Then thou that first in such a sable night That of this nature thou canst see no light 'T is doubtlesse cause thou dost not duly look Into that lanthorn use that heavenly book Wouldst thou have wisdome have thy sight made cleer Thy heart made gentle and thy soule appear See hell beneath and heav'n that is most high Discern thy maker and eternity Then use the Scripture thy dim feeble sight Is apprehensive of no greater light God knowes such secrets do mans sight surpasse And therefore wisely shewes them through a glasse A glasse indeed the Scripture is most faire And more transparent then the purest aire Through which the perfect Images are view'd Of objects in the highest altitude Presumptuous earth because thou canst not see By carnall reason how these things can be Thou dost conclude they cannot be in fine As if there were no greater power then thine Thou art a peece but of the Potters clay What can the peece unto the Potter say Canst thou suppose the brickle vessell made As skilfull as its maker in his trade But were this granted which were too too grosse Yet thou art vainer at a greater losse All other creatures but the divells bee The same they were created but not we Thou art far weaker worser and hast lost Much of thy Makers workmanship and cost Thy reason is corrupt thy senses soyl'd Thy nature taynted and thy soule defil'd Indeed in the perfection of estate Wherein perfection did thee first create Thy sight was such thou stood'st not then in need Of glasses or of spectacles to read Thy apprehension was not then so weake But thou hadst power to heare thy Maker speake In his owne language and couldst understand Without the helpe of any second hand But long in Adam thou hast lost that art Like Lucifer in acting of his part He would have been although in heav'n yet higher Thou wouldst although in Paradise aspire He saw Gods face yet that would not suffice Thou knew'st his voice yet thou wouldst be more wise He clyming lost the hight he had before And thou thy knowledge by desiring more Canst thou suppose then that impaired light Yet in thy understanding part so bright As
I must appear But with what face alas I tremble here I in the body made of sin a sport I in the body then must answer for 't The Judge of all will justly then define Whether his wayes were equalest or mine Lazarus OH blessed body though a while in prison How will the soule take pleasure in thee risen And how againe will thy delights increase When as the soule returns to thee in peace How like the Turtle sent out of the Arke After the stood returning to that Barke With signes of joy shalt thou my soule my Dove Be in that day return'd with signes of love How shall my late dry scattered bones up stand When thou thus bringst a pardon in thy hand Yea with what comfort shall I be inspir'd When thus my corps is from the grave retir'd Nay with what courage shall I then appear What joy when my redemption draweth near What tongue on earth is able to expresse What joy in conscience I shall then possesse The Authors Epigram MOst fond yea most infatuated we Have ears and heare not eyes and will not see Or else how could we whiles we here remaine So blinded be in things which are so plain How could we else like men whom charms benum Be so unfeeling of the chance to come To not observe like men most sure to die What Dives lost what Lazarus gain'd thereby Here who but Dives had the cap and knee Here who came forth with greater pompe then he But lo hereafter dead and cold again Alas he comes forth trembling in a chain But blessed Lazarus who was here a scorn As out of time or most untimely born Shall when the dead are summon'd from the grave Come forth with comfort then most honour have Dives OH dreadfull dreadfull in what dreadfull terrours Am I in hell tormented with my errours By only meditating on that horrour My soule shall be in when the Judge sends for her But with what feare shall I be then possest The feare of which doth thus my soule molest When I at last shall feel the thing I feare Shall rise you dead and come to judgement here How like a prisoner in a chaine at last Shall I stand forth to heare my sentence past How like a most condemned wretch alas I am condemned ere the sentence passe My conscience which once counterfeited sleep Now in my soule a restlesse court doth keep And then shall make a Register come forth Worse then a thousand witnesses on earth Lazarus VVHat joyes are these which now so neer approch Divinest thoughts may you thereon incroach Incroach Oh! seise thereon be not deter'd They were for me before the world prepar'd For me what me who beg'd from door to door And in my selfe am to my selfe as poore Have neither birth nor worth in me whereby So mean a wretch should chalenge joyes so high Yet see and wonderd to these joyes divine I have such right that they by right are mine God did prepare Christ purchas'd I by faith Receive them due thus imputation saith But oh my sins are great but that 's no let In purchasing my joy Christ paid my debt But I must give account that 's yet to make But He that paid my debt my count must take The Authors Epigram OH happy Lazarus how maist thou stand sure How swimst thou in a sea of joyes secure Thy debt is paid which was so out of measure And paying that hath purchas'd thee a treasure What needst thou shake then at a judgement day Or of accounts who hast no debts to pay Or why shouldst feare the Judges face to see When as the Judge shall thy redeemer be But wretched Dives wretched sure indeed Thou hast a boundlesse fearfull bill to read Wherein thy debt is manifest and clear No crossing there no cancelling appear There was a time but now that time is lost Wherein thou might'st have got thy reckoning crost How wilt thou answer to the Judge of heaven Thou canst not pay nor canst thou be forgiven Dives MOst wofull I who now in wofull ruine In hell still muse of greater woes eusuing One woe doth another woe foreshew Woe endlesse woe my foresight is too true My woes againe are yet as to begin Wretch I have yet to answer for my sin Where my indictment must be found indeed Before a Judge too who will not be feed A Judge whose mercy I would not imbrace Where mercy moves not justice must take place A Judge who once cry'd gently come away But thou shalt to me goe you cursed say How will those Angells and those Saints abhor me Which I abus'd once seeking to doe for me How will those divells which I once obey'd Then cry my wages shall be duly paid Lazarus YEe Cherubins and Seraphins divine Come aid me with your tongues or teach you mine That in some measure I may so expresse My present joy in future happinesse My joy conceiv'd of my Redemption day When I shall meet my Saviour in the way Where I shall blesse the houre that I was borne When all the kind'reds of the earth shall mourn When earth and all the burden on the same Shall burne unto that nothing whence they came The skies shall melt the stars the sunne the moone Shall join to make perpetuall night at noone When out of heav'n the Judge of all most true Shall come downe riding on the clouds in view To bind the Divels and the damned down How sweetly shall He smile on me not frown The Authors Epigram MOst lambe like Lazarus thou shalt be set by Thy blood is not requir'd thou shalt not die When sacrifice for ever shall remaine In hell for sin the goats shall then be slaine Thou heer wert famish'd when the goats did feed Their hearts were cherish'd when thy heart did bleed But when they shall be sever'd from the sheep Thou shalt rejoice but they shall howle and weep But goat like Dives thou shalt pay full deer For eating up the sheep's allowance heer When they shall scape thy blood shall then be shed Thou wert but for a day of slaughter fed Fond thou who heer wouldst have the upper hand Must on the left at heav'ns tribunall stand And heare the Judge this sentence on thee passe Goe cursed goat my sheep must have the grasse Dives OH wretched I what shall of me become When wretched Goe ye cursed be my doome How shall my soule and body both affrighted Then curse the howr they were again united Then in what glory shall those Saints appeare At whom proud asse I once did slout and jeere How shall their blessing then increase my curse My conscience for abusing of them worse How shall the Divels then with fury driven Seaze me for hell thus sentenc'd out of heav'n And on me with much insultation rage As if my torments might their owne asswage Then with the hideous howling herd of hell I shall be thrown down to that dreadfull cell Where we in flames which
never faile shall burne From whence we never never shall returne Lazarus HOw shall I prize those words to me exprest Oh! Come thou blessed enter thou my rest Sweet meditations heav'nly joyes in heart These thoughts indeed are very heav'n in part How shall I then who once was most debas'd Be with much glory on the right hand plac'd And sit with Angels and with Saints to see The bad condemned and the good set free How shall I thence ascend up far above When my Redeemer shall his Court remove When Saints shall sing and Angels shall rejoyce How shall we mount up with a merry noyse How justly then shall Jesus wear the crown He having put all adversaries down How lowd in heav'n shall I his prayses sing There grac'd to wait upon so great a King The Authors Epigram ONce silly Lazarus now a Saint at rest Ere long a judge at last a son most blest Who could have seen when thou wert upon earth That thou hadst in thee any signe of worth When Kings and great men shall be in despaire At the great Sessions holden in the ayre There thou shalt in Commission sit and thence Ascend far higher with the highest Prince But once rich Dives now poore Dives nam'd Ere long arraign'd at last for ever damn'd Who would have thought when thou wert in thy pride That robes of purple could such ruines hide When Saints which here thou mad'st to mourne shall sing At heavens Assises thou thy hands shalt wring And to the mountaines and the hils complaine To fall and hide thee but alas in vaine Dives TOrmented wretch might I remaine in hell Only in soule tormented it were well Well though in woes which cannot be exprest Yet to the woes which are to come a rest But oh my body which in earth now lying Is as but in a furnace purifying Till it be such when it is fully try'd As may for ever burning flames abide That must againe my wofull soule ingage Which burning prison shall my soule inrage The one unto the other adding fuell The angry divells evermore most cruell Oh! Adam Adam why fogot'st thou this When thou for ever might'st have liv'd in blisse When thou on earth in Paradise didst dwell Thou thought'st not then on a perpetuall hell Lazarus NOw happy yea now heavenly I and sure 'T is only that makes happinesse secure When once my body from the grave be freed How shall I then be comforted indeed When my blest soule and body both united Shall reigne in heaven how shall I be delighted How shall I here be fully satisfi'd Where pleasant streames of endlesse pleasure glide One joy doth here another joy begin Increase of joyes makes joy increase therein Here from one fountaine rivers do distill Where Saints and Angels ever drinke their fill Here are those riches which all wants supply Because they alwayes fully satisfie Here are those joyes which are for ever crown'd Here nothing else but joy is to be found The Authors Epigram LAzarus Thy soule shall downe ere long retire To give thy body motion to mount higher Most swiftly soaring on thy Eagle wings From earth to heaven unto the King of Kings How highly there shall heavenly Angels place thee How sweetly there shall fellow Saints imbrace thee How welcome there shall Christ thy Saviour make thee How pleasing there shall God the Father take thee But with thee Dives thus it shall not be The clean contrary shall be true in thee When thou in soule and body shalt be cast Into that gaping cave of hell at last How eager shall the divels then be on thee How gastly shall the damned gaze upon thee What outward tortours shalt thou feel within What endlesse torments shalt thou then begin Dives OH savage senses brutish appetites In sensuall pleasure was your choice delights Your rage was only ruler in my heart You did command my understanding part Yea in my little Microcosmus vaine Did like so many heathen Princes reigne The world and all things in the world at will Were yours and yet you unsufficed still Thus all that world could not suffice my lust The divells therefore in another must My appetites which there did so excell Shall here be gorg'd with infinites in hell Each several sense which could not there be cloy'd Shall here be fed till it would food avoid Only the difference that shall then appear There fed with pleasures but with torments here Lazarus THe outward senses which to some are those Where at they drink in rivers of repose Were unto me but Cunduit pipes of care To let in floods of misery and feare My senses and my appetites I grant Did often gape and hunger in my want But for the most part hunger'd in despaire Or fed on troubles and infected ayre But when my body here above shall reigne My senses shall not covet here in vaine Each severall sense and secret appetite Shall here be fed with fulnâ—sse of delight Here is that banquet which delight each taste Here is that oyle which drawne on doth not waste Here are those cases once figur'd in a sheet Here is that manna which is ever sweet The Authors Epigram THus purblinde we on earth may partly see What plagues in hell prepared be That seeing those we so may have a care To kill sin heer if be not punish'd there Thus sinfull we whose sinnes or soules must die Our sinnes heer or our soules eternally May labour heer to put our sinnes to death Our tender soules may scape eternall wrath And thus again when we have got like men Some manly conquest over beastly sin We may with comfort view those joyes on high Where men shall live that make their sinnes to die Thus we of all may rightly make good use Fore-sight of danger oft prevents abuse And where the prize is glorious to behold It makes the dullest enterpriser bold Dives MY sense of taste was upon earth that Cooke Within whose Kitchin I most pleasure tooke And when its sacrifice was on the fire I offer'd up my earnestest desire This sug'red sense or rather savage beast Which oft devour'd when I could not digest Which still cri'd kill let sacrifice be slaine And drunk down liquor as the earth doth raine This idoll sense shall one day have its fill When soule and body 's sacrific'd in hell Where fiery fiends are cooks for ever killing And Divels tapsters diligent in filling Which cookes with scorching shall my throat inflame Those tapsters powre down sulphur in the same My soule with torments tortur'd for my sin Shall curse blaspheme and roar and rave within Lazarus MY sense of taste or taste of sense indeed Because I was most sensible of need Requir'd on earth no cooke at all because Still griping hunger gave my meat a sawce Yea I full oft was glad if I had meat Yea glad of that which others scorn'd to eat Yea glad of crums yea often driven to fast And glad to smell the meat
I might not taste But when I in my body shall be grac'd To sit in heaven where none but Saints are plac'd And at most sacred invitations given Shall taste the Supper of the Lambe in heaven My taste shall then in relishing be skil'd And with each sweet distinguished be fill'd Yea taste the sweetnesse of those streames of bloud Those heavenly Fountaines which on earth were shed The Authors Epigram DIves on earth with delicates was fil'd We taste all dainties that the earth can yeeld Dives did in excesse of liquor sin We tun down barrels drown our selves therein Dives thus drinking thought not on the poore We are so drunken we forget them more Dives in hell must therefore suffer need Yea hellish woes then how shall we be freed But once poore Lazarus who on earth distrest Was both with hunger and with thirst opprest Yet in his conscience then injoy'd that feast In which we famish or much fast at least He now in heaven already hath that store We never tasted and shall yet have more For which he sought to which we make no haste For which he long'd in which we feel no taste Dives MY sense of smelling which was once so nice Each stincke offended it but stincking vice I stopt my nostrils and I shut my doores To shut out Lazarus with his fest'red sores Which ayrie sense refresh'd my other powers By sweet perfumes and odoriferous flowers Extracting thence such savours of delight As fed that most attractive appetite This sense in the infecting fogs of hell Shall suck most deadly savours by the smell And stead of flowers and sweet perfuming shall Be fed with fumes of sulphur boild in gall Besides the loathsome savours in this den Of plagued poyson'd and tormented men The stincke of fiends and divells unto me Is now most grosse and shall more grievous be Lazarus MY smelling did on earth some comfort give When I was forc'd Camelian like to live But sweet perfumes and powders vainly spent Made me not proud to make the world a sent Barns styes and stables and full glad of those Were my persumed lodgings of repose My empty stomack of this sense annoy'd My stincking sores my empty stomack cloy'd But when my body shall exalted be To reigne in heaven from all corruption free Where all things are most sweet and purely try'd This sense shall then be sweetly satisfi'd This sense shall then have the preheminence Made of the five the most reviving sense If senses then such instruments shall prove By sucking in some living ayre above The Authors Epigram IF Dives now could but those dainties smell He tasted here he would give thanks in Hell We taste like dainties double if not thrice And yet ungratefull in a Paradise But Dives who here thought not at his board Of God hath now what Divels will afford We oft forget both God and eke our selves Then what hereafter can we looke for else If Lazarus were on earth againe no doubt He would but of our sweetest odoures flout We with our seeming sug'red sweets in love Are but in jest with sweetest joyes above Lazarus did wisely send up ere he went His suits as incense which now yeeld him sent We if we will not of the like despair Must send up first a savour sweet by prayer Dives MY sense of feeling which on earth was that I nurs'd most gently as a tender brat No care was lacking to preserve that sense From the sustaining of the least offence This sense forsooth might not endure the winde I little felt the smart in any kinde Of want of woe of sicknesse or of sin Within my selfe much lesse in other men But when my soule ascending on a chaine Shall fetch my body hither from the slaine I here in hell â—hall in that tender part Be most tormented feel the greatest smart My body here fast bound in fetters lying Shall tortur'd be in flames of sulphur frying My soule most fully then shall feel the sting Of sin that serpent in my conscience wring Lazarus FRe I was borne within my mothers wombe My sense of feeling suffer'd in that tombe And only sadly comming forth that cage I in that part did first salute earths stage And in that part I panted out my breath Till I was taken off that stage by death A wretched life insu'd a painfull birth Most wretched painfull Tragedy on earth But as my soule which was on earth distrest Is now in heaven return'd unto its rest So shall my body breaking ope its grave Ascend up hither from that silent cave Where it shall feel no hunger cold nor smart But heavenly fulnesse and content of heart My feeling sense to make its fulnesse measure Shall here be only sensible of pleasure The Authors Epigram LAzarus was here most patient in distresse We murmure yea seem often mad in lesse Lazarus was not here with his sin diquieted We feel not that or are with that delighted But Lazarus now doth feel his soule at rest Our soules alas not yet with sin distrest But would we finde what Lazarus now doth feel Our hearts must first be gentle here not steel Dives here might not feel the least annoy But Dives he had there for here his joy If here we feel not penitentiall griefe We shall feel desp'rate with the damned theefe But Dives in his feeling sense in hell Is now most plagu'd which plagues shall yet excell If we here make that tender sense our god It will in hell be our most torturing rod Dives MY sense of hearing which was once most nimble To heare each Syrens sugred tongue dissemble Each sound of pleasure musick sweet and worse Hells language people swear blaspeme and curse But when the cry of Lazarus full of care Did pierce the heavens it could not make me heare Nor could those voyces sent from heaven by preaching Repent repent awake me with their teaching This sense in hell instead of musicke sweet When all the damned shall together meet Shall be compell'd to heare me helpe to make A cry in hell would make the earth to shake We desp'rate creatures roaring in hells flame The damned divells raging in the same Gods voice of justice like most hideous thunder Above us with his vengeance boyling under Lazarus MY hearing sense I once did exercise With the sad ecchoes of my childrens cries My beating heart was in my bosome stung To heare those infants cry for food so young Besides the sad heart-breakings at the doore Of rich men rating of my children poore With churlish checks and threats of further griefe Instead of yeelding comfort or reliefe This sense in heaven shall no such language heare But come you blessed kindest welcomes there No churlish motions ever shall repell My suits there granted Dives is in hell This sense in heaven to musick shall attend Which earthly senses can not apprehend For ever ravish'd with those glorious Three To heare how sweetly they in one agree The Authors Epigram
Makers skill So wonderfull in working of that shell A shell indeed we may the corps affirme Which hath no soule the soule a kernell tearm The shell a chest of curious art compos'd The kirnell is the treasure therein clos'd Then of what knowledge is he like to speed Of what man is by taking up that leed Which priz'd ope once by deaths steel pointed dart Mans soule flies out which is his better part Physitians then by ripping up the dead To view the body when the soule is fâ—ed Can thereby doubtlesse not directly see At all times how the elements agree In humane bodies nor exactly tell How humors flow and hurtfull vapours swell When as the soule commanding in the same Sets every wheel a working in that frame But say by this and other helpfull means Whereon some learned wise Physitian leans He could at all times perfectly relate The ever changing temper and estate Of humane bodies which no mortall can I am resolv'd 't is past the reach of man But grant he could yet what were all his art Alas but to discover man in part The least part and inferior too as far As is a sparkle from a perfect star The soule indeed that is the only gem In search whereof the clearest sight is dim Grave Pliny Galen Aristotle all That men for skill did most renowned call In former times were failing in this kinde Yea in this eye of knowledge almost blinde The rayes of this so dazled them though wise The more they look'd the more they lost their eyes Excepting Cato and some other few Who were inspir'd with a more piercing view Nay what man living failes not in this kinde Who knowes the motions of anothers minde Or pryes so far into anothers breast To finde how his affections are at rest What endlesse windings occupie his thought And deep devices in his braine are wrought Which sinking to their centre do convert To secret resolutions in the heart Nay silly men we are our selves so far From self discerning what we truly are Within our selves that we can hardly tell What is amisse in us or what is well Our hearts in us are so deceitfull grown We cannot search those bottomes of our own Oh silly creatures silly sure at least Who beare we know not what within our breast Nay in our bosomes shrowd a serpent which To seem a Saint doth mightily bewitch 'T is then no marvell though we may complain That our affections are exceeding vain Our thoughts our wits and all with folly haunted When all comes from a fountain so inchanted Deluded be we out of question must Who have a power within us so unjust A power indeed most potent too a heart Which nature makes the over-ruling part Which force doth sure sufficient battell give And more then we can conquer whiles we live Yet whiles we live we must be ever trying Though cannot fully conquer without dying Lord what is man then still we must inquire We are to seek still raise our judgements higher How comes our hearts so evill and accurst Sith thou created'st all things good at first Or how come we unto our selves so blinde That in our selves our selves we cannot finde Lost we so much inheriting of sin That by that gaine we lost our selves therein Prodigious action racing such a tower Prevailing so on thy creating power What thou hadst form'd deform'd and form'd again A most deformed form which doth remain God Al-creating it was in thy power To have restrayn'd that enemy of our Who wrought upon thy workmanship so far As to unmake and make us what we are But this was for our exercise no doubt That thou maist crowne us when the field is fought Besides to make thy love appear the more Remaking us more glorious then before Thou mad'st man sinlesse subject though to slide But thou wilt make him sinlesse to abide Thou gav'st him here a Paradise indeed But thou wilt give him heaven which doth exceed Lord what is man then man that dares to sin Of whom thou hast so ever mindfull been A world before this present world was wrought Admired man was pretious in thy thought Pretious indeed in such a boundlesse measure As if that man should be thy only treasure And thereupon determin'd in thy breast To seat him highest and to love him best Such wonders in that Moses face foreseeing As pleas'd thee well before he had his being Wherein indeed was manifestly shown Thou wouldst unite mans nature to thine own When in thy wisdome thou didst think it meet To set that fore-known creature on his feet To give man form that little world to frame What preparation mad'st thou for the same What heart of man can truly on it ponder And not be rap'd up in any holy wonder Before thou wouldst this wonder undertake Thou sell'st to working wonders for his sake Six dayes almost expired in preparing Of wondrous things against this wonders roaring Thy powerfull hand thy Spirit was imploy'd By moving on a mighty Chaos void Of form or beauty thence to draw by art The dry and solid from the liquid part Both which thou having as it were given birth One part was waters and the other earth Both which continue hanging in a sort Unto our judgement without all support Indeed the waters do the earth surround Againe the earth is to the seas a bound But how this should uphold that globe from fall That doth exceed mans purest sense of all But ere these orbes were fixed not to move And sever'd from the orbes that are above Thou didst ordaine that ornament of light Creating day from a prodigious night In which thy wonder working hand was clear By making so thy wonders to appear For without light thy wonders wrought below Had been but like the secret winds that blow But it did please thee to set ope a door To let in light where darknesse dwelt before And here beneath injoyn'd a pleasant way Of entercourse between the night and day And further yet to furnish thy desire Thou yet mad'st greater lights and set them higher And plac'd the lesse in absence of the Sun That night might not to former darknesse run Besides for signes and tokens in our clymes As perfect rules distinguishing of times Nay further by their fervor from above To make the earth a fruitfull mother prove For till the Sun unto our regions come And warms the earth it seems a barren womb When thou hadst made the firmament thus faire Whose rayes come darting to us through the aire Extending severall curtaines as the shrouds Between the higher and the nether clouds That by a secret interposing way One element support another may When thou had'st drawne the waters here below Into one fountaine there to ebbe and flow And when thou had'st the face of earth made plaine And made its bars the bottome of the main Upon which sure and deep foundation lay'd The pillars rear'd whereon this frame is staid Thou then began'st to looke into
thy store That thou mights furnish what was void before Yea to make fruitfull and adorne that frame Both to inrich and beautifie the same Thou sayd'st unto the waters multiply Be fruitfull and bring forth abundantly Who hearing in their language what was said Without delay most cheerfully obey'd Thou sayd'st unto the earth then barren beare The earth did as it were thy language hear And brought forth thousands multitudes and more Of creatures which were never seen before And to the ayre thy word did but proceed Let there be foules and it was so indeed Lord what a large and wondrous preparation Was this which was the spacious worlds creation To entertaine whose greatnesse was it than Alas but for that little creature Man Nay as if this had been too little still To manifest to mankinde thy good will Thou didst prepare a garden ready deck'd With all the objects in it of delight That might seem pleasing fruit delicious growing On trees most fruitfull streams most pleasant flowing Whose flowry banck with flowers and roses set Appear'd more glorious then the pearles in jet All this prepared in this heavenly sort Thou caldst this councell in thy heavnly court Come let us make man in our Image drest For whom we have created all the rest Thou took'st a peece then of thy late form'd clay And form'd a man in a most perfect way And by a way can not be understood That form converted into flesh and blood Thou only breathedst on his breathlesse face Which gave him life and with that life thy grace Which was infus'd into that power divine His soule in which thy sacred selfe did shine His body was in such perfection made That till the Serpent did his soule invade It could not suffer any kind of wrath But had a power against the power of death But for his soule that was divine indeed In it thou couldst thy sacred Image read In Characters which none could understand So well as thee because it was thy hand Within that center thou couldst cleerly see In one the picture of thy persons three Three faculties within it representing Three Persons in thy Deitie consenting As Father Son and holy Ghost agree To make but one eternall God in thee So understanding memory and will Make but one soule and undevided still The understanding of it selfe as prime The memory by knowledge got in time The will and the affections lastly breeding From knowledge and from memory proceeding All these at first in Adams soule were pure And sparks which had a nature to indure Adam was in his understanding part So holy and so innocent in heart That nakednesse unto his conscience cleere Did neither shame nor nakednesse appeare His memory was unpolluted still Because his knowledge had begot no ill His thoughts his fancies meditations sweet And did not with the least disturbance meet His will and his affections all were free'd From all corruption as they might indeed Those cisterns must with water pure be fill'd Whose fountaines have no other streames to yeeld Lord what a heav'nly harmony was here When all these strings were thus in tune and cleere Heav'nly indeed for thou hadst set the keyes Rare musick for an earthly paradise Again besides this concord in his brest Which cannot be sufficiently exprest All things without him were at peace and stay'd The Lion and the Lamb together play'd Each creature did with other feed and sleep And all to Adam innocent as sheep All these thou gav'st him freely to command Yea all the world as it did blooming stand And bad'st him take and eate restraining none Of all the dainties in the world but one And that was no restraint to him no doubt His mind was so well satisfi'd without He had not then that motion in him hidden To covet that most which is most forbidden And in this state that Adam might have stood He had a power to have restrain'd that good Only thou mad'st his libertie so free That he might stand or he might fall from thee But Adam loe he stood not long thus great Grac'd with a help too meet for his estate But that the divell all his force imployd To worke upon the freedome man injoy'd The Serpent Sathan Lucifer that star Which heavens had cast out in a holy war Thrown forth for ever to extend his pride At most no higher then the clouds do ride Who being downe into that chaos hurld Where out at length thou did'st create the world And having fram'd that building by thy power Plac'd man as chiefe upon its highest tower This author both of envy and deceit Admiring Adam in his matchlesse height His rancor did with boyling envy swell He rais'd his powers and stratagems of hell And joyn'd them all for a most deadly fight Against poore Adam innocent and quiet But recollecting as it were his course Of seising upon Adam so by force Perceiving Adams happinesse did lye Most in his soule which death could not destroy This deep imposter and most subtill fiend Dissembled malice and would seem a friend And sought by fair means so to take away Those pearls in Adam force could not betray He sought to Eve first but to Adam by her And tempted Adam whiles he seem'd to try her His baite he unto Eves acceptance laid But Eve consenting Adam was betray'd For Sathans fore-cast aym'd at this event That Adam would give smiling Eve content And by that means to bring them both in thrall Made one a means to make the other fall Oh! fatall means and fearfull too alas For by that means he brought his will to passe The bait he proffer'd to obtaine his suit It was no lesse then the forbidden fruit Faire to the eye and pleasing to the tast But strong and deadly poyson to digest The arguments he used to perswade Were that they thereby should like Gods be made Knowing both good and evill which was true In part for they till then no evill knew But Adam tasting by the divels art That only fruit which thou hadst set apart And told him if he tasted he should dye Though Sathan did that certaine truth deny Adam did thereby instantly become A slave to Sathan subject to thy doome And conscious of his sin and therefore said He saw his nakednesse and was afraid Afraid indeed afraid he well might be Made thus a bondslave who before was free And not alone to Sathan but to sin To his affections now defil'd within His senses yea his soule became defil'd And all the streames that issu'd thence were soyld His understanding which before was pure Became corrupted earthly and obscure His memory a nursery of store In which he treasur'd up contents before Became a tedious Register wherin His conscience did torment him for his sin His will and his affections which were just Became rebellious and disorder'd lust His heart where innocencie sat as Queen Became a cage of spirits most uncleane Yea every sence of his which were before Unto the
Palace of his soule a doore To keep in vertue and to shut out sin Were then set ope to let that traytor in Which traytor enter'd struck with sin as dead The whole man from the feet unto the head Who to thy foe thus being brought in thrall Lost both thy image and himselfe withall Nay yet lost more for by this cursed deed Losing himselfe he lost his wretched seed He lost thy image lost thy love thy grace He lost himselfe his happinesse and race Oh fearfull losse and eke oh fearfull gain Thou wert depos'd thy enemy did raigne Thy image lost the divell put on his Heaven was exchang'd for hels most deep abysse Lord what a heavy hidious change was here Lord how did man then in thy sight appear Lord with what patience couldst thou then abide To see the divell so in triumph ride Or Lord what pity in thy bowels boyl'd To see poore Adam so for ever foyl'd To see poore Adam thus undone by theft Thus of his jewells of thy grace bereft Cast out by thee of Paradise below And left unto the malice of his foe Nay foes indeed and a most potent troup The creatures all who were ordain'd to stoup At Adams beck now in rebellion rose The elements they all became his foes Which were his friends and all at peace before The winds to rage the sea began to roare The fire to burn and which of all is worst The earth for his offence became accurst Oh! Adam Adam though we may refuse As we are sons our father to accuse Yet being wounded by thy deadly blow We cannot but lament thy overthrow Hadst thou in tryall nor been over come Though we thy seed who should succeed thy room Had fallen our fall it had been small to thine Thy fall as head hath tainted all thy line Thou art our Head and we thy members be Thou art condemned how can we be free Had but a member only fault bin A member only should have dy'd therein But through the one death raigned over all Death by thy death brought all to death in thrall Death temporall that no mortall shall divert Death too eternall is our due desert Lord most immense in mercy yet so pure Thy sight can no polluted thing indure How could thy mercy and thy justice meet In viewing Adam thus from off his feet But how can we thy mysteries discusse Whose wayes are so past finding out by us Thou in thy wisdome it is so divine Couldst make thy mercy through thy justice shine When thou whose wayes cannot be understood Saw'st Adam thus polluted in his blood As Lord thy justice did his sentence give Of death thy mercy said unto him live Sure 't was the time of love when thou pass'd by For Adam only had deserv'd to dye That justice did injoyne but live again Thy mercy only did that musicke strain Oh! heavenly musick harmony most blest Thus peace and justice truth and mercy kist Justice by death thus satisfi'd in striving Mercy againe thus answer'd by reviving But Adams soule did first to sin consent His body guilty as an instrument Could then the death of Adams body serve When Adams soule did greatest death deserve No no alas that cannot serve the turne Although the body should for ever burne In flames of hell it could not satisfie Thou hast pronounc'd the soule that sins shall dye Most gracious God and great beyond conceit How could poore Adam beare this heavy weight Poore feeble fearfull faint and bending reed Support a burden infinite indeed Here was indeed the depth of miseries Adam must dye but death would not suffice His fact so foule and infinite had bin Death temp'rall could not expiate his sin Justice must yet be satisfi'd by dying Death temp'rall it could not be satisfying Adam must therefore suffer death eternall Or rather live a death which is infernall Lord thus we finde and make confession must Thy wayes are right our condemnation just We thus behold thy streams of justice flowing Most justly to our utter overthrowing But though thy justice seem'd to goe before Yet thou hadst mercy treasur'd up in store To free those slaves that Adam brought in thrall That so thou might'st have mercy upon all Well may we say love in thy bosome burn'd And bowells in thee of compassion yern'd How like a deare and most indulgent father Or like a melting hearted mother rather Who when her infant hath receiv'd some harmes Then most bemoanes it in her tender armes Even so thy goodnes did thy love bewray In that thy mercy could not brook delay But in the instant whiles the wound did bleed Prescrib'd a plaister for the wounded seed And mov'd with fury against Adams foe Who like a serpent had betray'd him so Not only for the present curs'd him for 't But thence for ever made his chaine more short And told that Serpent that the womans seed Which he had so much shaken in that reed That it should unto such a Cedar grow As should infine his Kingdome overthrow Oh! pretious promise drop'd from thine own pen Peace upon earth and good will unto men Both oyle and wine to heale the wounded man Drawn from that wounded good Samaritan Oh pretious promise by which Adams wife Late of his death becomes his means of life Oh pretious promise and for ever sweet By which divided heaven and earth did meet But Lord what seed what heavenly seed was this Whose promise only could afford such blisse Seed heavenly yea seed wonderfull indeed On which our fathers many years did feed To life yea unto life eternall while This seed it seem'd was buried in the soyle But when this promise should become fulfil'd Lord what a harvest must this seed then yeeld But when this seed converteth into bread It must give life sure to the very dead This did exceed the Manna which was given This was the bread that did come down from heaven The bread of God yea very God indeed Thy selfe oh Lord was promis'd in this seed A bread ordain'd before the world began To save the world to give new life to man And when the fulnesse of the time expir'd Thou did'st fulfill what man had long desir'd Mad'st that appear in substance to be true Which was before but shadow'd to the view But oh thou wonder-working God above Whose justice thus but amplifies thy love Who but thy selfe could have by searching pry'd How mercy could have justice satisfi'd But who but thee could ever have been brought To work a wonder as this worke was wrought That thou whose justice did mans sentence give Shouldst in thy mercy die that man might live And yet we do unto our comfort find Thou in thy mercy wert to man thus kind Rather then mankind should for ever lie In chaines of death the God of life would die But gratious God how can this granted be Thou art a spirit form corruption free The fountain too of life it selfe how then Canst thou be said to dye
heavens must sure containe Till in his Body he shall come againe To judge the Nations at the judgement day Which judgement hastens though we men delay Where he will unbeleevers overthrow But on the faithfull he will heaven bestow Where they thence forward shall for ever stand With palmes of pleasure blooming in their hand Thus Lord in part thou giv'st us leave to read Not only what man is but what indeed Thou dost and wilt doe for thy creature Man Nay what thou didst before the world began In reading which although unto our shame Our hearts remaine unmelted by this flame Yet this thy love makes Angells to admire And sets besides the divells most on fire But gracious God to most ungracious we Thus good in a most infinite degree Do'st thou not dinde us to thy beck herein Look'st thou for nothing from the sons of men Shall we remaine as senslesse logs unmov'd Returning nothing who are so belov'd Yes doubtlesse yes we are most strongly bound The stronger too The more thy love is found To yeeld thce something for these gracious tyes Yea to doe something for our selves like wise As thou for us hast offer'd up thy Son For us so acting all that might be done So we are lincked by the selfe same chaine To offer up a sacrifice againe Our selves our soules and bodies whiles we live To thee who didst both soule and body give To serve to praise to worship feare and love thee As none made equall much lesse plac'd above thee Thy love to us should make our love divine Thy power should make us fear no power but thine Thou art our God and therefore unto thee All divine worship must directed by We are exalted it were then a shame Should we not magnifie thee for the same Thou hast made all things for the use of men Men for thy selfe shall we not serve thee then That were too grosse all creatures in their kinde Unto thy beck are readily inclin'd No creature like us are unto thee bound And shall we worst of all the rest be found Lord let thy grace prevent this foule defect The creatures else will witnesse our neglect But yet we owe thee one thing more then they Although in all things faile with them to pay And that is faith which is a pearle more worth Then all the pearles and jewels else on earth A jewell which surpasseth humane art A gem in which the Angells have no part We for our selves and for that boundlesse store Thou giv'st us here do owe our selves and more But for thy Son and for the joyes above We owe besides a faith which works by love Oh pretious faith a fountaine long time seal'd A hidden manna treasure unreveal'd Unto the world for many hundred years At least wise as it unto us appears Who do injoy the object of our faith Made manifest as holy Scripture saith Indeed our fathers saw this day 't is ture And what they saw they did rejoyce to view Yet only through thy promises whereby They did but as it were far off discry Or yet more darkly as behinde a vaile In types and shadowes which were things to fail Yet being faith though weak it did suffice Thou bearing with the weaknesse of their eyes Thou didst accept of that which made them glad Because the light was yet but dim they had For till thy Son came it I may so speak Faith was an infant and his sight but weak And heaven but as a shop shut up to men It's windowes were not halfe set open then Nay thou hadst very little knowledge given For many ages of the name of Heaven The resurrection and the world to come These secrets were but shadowed out to some These thou kept'st close as under lock and key Reserved mysteries clouded in on high Untill thy Son that day Star did draw nigh From whom some day did by degrees appear By sending of thy Prophets to bewray Like cocks by crowing a succeeding day Especially that Prophet who begun To crow immediatly before thy Son John Baptist who at breake of day was sent To give the world a warning to repent And in the mercy let men understand The Kingdome yea of heaven was then at hand Yea heaven it selfe was then set open wide And all those types and figures verifi'd Which were as vailes before thy highest frame Which shadowes vanish'd when that substance came That Angel of thy covenant of light Whose presence is a banishment of night Who comming in thy purest brightnesse down Our clouded orbes with heavenly rayes to crown He brought thy secret lanthorn in his hand The Gospel through which light we understand The very secrets in thy court above Yea in thy bosome in that seat of love And by this lanthorne which is so divine That in the same thy very face doth shine He plainly shew'd us all that boundlesse treasure That Well of life and streams of endlesse pleasure Which heaven hath stor'd up and to us made clear That he had bought them at a rate full dear And doth reserve them only to bestow Upon conditions upon us below But what conditions doth he then require For saving mankinde from eternall fire But what conditions doth he then enjoyne For purchasing a Kingdome so divine Sure had he ty'd us to remaine in hell A thousand yeares for this it had been well If we had then been crown'd with such a pay But see his love who doth but only say You sonnes of men beleeve in me and live Oh sonnes of men what lesser can we give The Law impos'd a heavy yoake on men And then said do the same and live therein But loe I thy selfe Lord who the Law didst give Sayst by thy Son now but beleeve and live Lord what is man now better then before That thou hast heap'd such mercies up in store For us poore creatures or to speak more true Dost mercies to us every age renue At first thou gav'st us all this world t is truth And when this world did flourish in its youth Thou now hast given us with the same thy Son Thy selfe and all that thou in heaven hast done All which by faith we claym our owne whiles here But what we shall be doth not yet appears Great God thy mercyes are thy selfe no doubt Most infinitly past all finding out To us poore silly wretched sinfull men Who are as bad as ever we have been But what is faith Lord which thou dost thus palce Between us and thy Covenant of grace As the condition whereupon doth rest All our assurance Lord of what thou hast Can our beleife most glorifie thy name Or wilt thou be best pleased in the same Sure that is it t is of thy meere good will Which thou extend'st unto us wretches still Thou by our faith canst not advantag'd be We by beleeving are inrich'd not thee Thou hast no need that Sacrifice be slaine But that the blood should wash away our stain Indeed by faith we set to
bought us He paid our ransome and doth to us cry He that beleeves in me shall never dye He trode the winepresse of that bitter grape And drank the dregs off that we might escape The Authors Epigram THe soule that sins shall dye so Scripture saith And Scripture is our evidence of faith Againe the Scripture evidence doth give That such a soule as doth beleeve shall live Is then beleeving in our Saviour dying Or is his death made our death by applying How can the Scriptures here be reconcil'd Can we both save the parent and the childs Surely Gods justice must be fully pay'd But see Gods mercy how the debt is laid Man is ingaged man is quite undone God to redeem man layes to pawne his Son But man hath sin'd can God then satisfie Yes God for man doth become man and dye Whose guiltlesse death to guilty man apply'd Is more then if that all the world had dy'd The conscience wounded with sin BUt yet I am not satisfy'd alas My soule hath sin'd how can it come to passe Anothers soule should set my soule then free What can anothers death be unto me When Scripture doth directly testifie The soule that sins that very soule shall die Besides my sins they are exceeding great Nay more I feare my sins are desp'rate I have been such an enemy to heaven That I suspect I cannot be forgiven I faine would beare up but this beats me downe This milstone sincks me oh it makes me drown Oyle and wine powred in BY the first Adam all are bound to dye What there was lost the Second doth supply In the first Adam soule and body slain But in the Second both made live again For in our whole man Christ hath fully paid What can be unto soule or body laid Can then the greatnesse of mans sinning let When God himselfe hath undertooke the debt No be the bill ingaging us most large Yet having faith we need not fear discharge For as in Adam all condemned be Even so in Christ are all by faith made free The Authors Epigram OLd Adam falling all men fell therein Because that all men were in Adam then Christ our new Adam to renue old man Within our natures a new birth began By which new birth we are new borne indeed We in this nature are new Adams seed Begotten in him as the Scripture saith In him we live we move and dwell by faith By faith indeed for without faith we dye Within this field doth all our treasure lye Through Adams sin we by descent are slaine But through new birth we live in Christ again Besides in Christ we were condemn'd and dy'd He in our whole man all our wants supply'd Nor yet is justice in this nature crost If one man saves as much as one man lost The conscience wounded with sin BUt oh my conscience is not yet at rest Sin yet doth wound me it doth yet molest What though it were so that all mankinde be By Christ from sin originall set free And so our second Adam doth rest ore What our first Adam set upon our score Alas this cannot conscience free from care I have a load of actuall sin to beare What though I once were drest in cleane attire I have return'd to wallowing in the mire My actuall sin is more then Adams curse Condemnes more strongly and torments me worse Oyle and wine powred in MIsguided conscience be informed better Our father Adam was a greater debter As he was guilty of our root of sin So of the branches that take life therein That were his score not by another paid All sin might justly to his charge be laid Even so our second Adam hath made good All whatsoever can be understood Was lost in Adam and hath charged bin Both with the root and branches of our sin And given for all sin a discharge although All sinners have not their discharge to show The Authors Epigram OH subtill serpent how could he invent One should be charg'd with all mens punishment And yet not one man thereby have redresse Alas not one mans punishment the lesse But loving Father who hast sent thy Son To undoe all this hatefull foe hath done Thy wisdome doth his subtilty exceed Making him only guilty mankinde freed Freed by the freedome that thy Son hath wrought The Price whereby he hath our freedom bought Is sure sufficient fully to acquit All sin in mankinde mankinde can commit The reason then that any man is lost Is not the want of a redeeming cost But only the redeemed are too blame Not getting their assurance of the same The conscience wounded with sin DOth Christ discharge this debt that man did owe Oh blessed Christ but on condition though Though Christ be in this obligation ty'd Yet t is but on conditions on our side It we performe not the condition then The bond is void and we are undone men What is it then to me though Christ be bound If the condition be not in me found Oh what is this condition I am fraile I feare I shall in this condition fail My conscience tells me I am still ingag'd How shall my conscience be herein aflwag'd Oyle and wine powred in BLest Christ indeed we may most truly say Thus bound for us so great a debt to pay Yet on our part so little doth require And yet that little likewise doth inspire Sure sweet condition easie to fulfill Where meanes doth furnish to discharge the bill Easie indeed what can more easie be Then to beleeve that Christ hath set us free And yet as easie as it is we find This our condition doth no harder bind Nay he that binds us in this golden chain Doth give the thing too he requires again The Authors Epigram OH blessed Saviour what couldst thou do more Who to inrich us mad'st thy selfe as poore And to requite thee whence the Milions came That did redeeme us â—ost accept a dram And yet that dram too which thou dost demand Drop'd from thy fountain falls into our hand Thou hast not only easie payment set But fillst our purses to discharge the debt Oh froward mankind shall we fooles then grâ—â—â—â— To pay so little to receive so much Shall we make forset all we have betray Because we will not a poore homage pay Faith is but as our fealtie here done To hold our right by in our Fathers Son In Christ who is our purchaser from thrall Our right our Portion Righteousnesse and all The Conscience wounded with sin OH blessed faith art thou with God so great Doth he esteeme thee at so dear a rate But wretched I then and of all too blame Who have been so respectlesse of the same That I poore earthworm never understood This heavenly jemme or how it should do good Alas I thought it but a fruitlesse grace Which idle Christians only did imbrace I could no beauty in this Rachel see But blear-eyd Lea seem'd as fair to me And therefore it is justly me injoynd If I
wilt be still a heathen swine Yet know God will be knowne of thee infine If here thou wilt not know him by his works A sin abominated by the Turks If here thou wilt to know him by that spark Now rak'd up in thy conscience yet his marke Nor yet wilt know him by the eye of faith Beleeving what the holy Scripture saith But dost this cloud of witnesses repell Yet God will make thee know him though in hell Yea more then know for thou shalt feel him there And in that den his Deity declare When divells shall torment thee as their owne Because thou here wouldst have no God-head known Thus I have walk'd in an unwonted strain Which some it may be will account as vaine As if I heare by some what went about To bring a truth most manifest in doubt Who is so grosse may some perhaps reply To make a question of the Deity If there be none why should I now begin To make a doubt where none before hath bin Indeed with us where so much light doth shine As if directly underneath the line With us where God so perfectly appears And as it were hath dwelt so many years If there should harbour any here so blinde So dead in sense and stupifi'd in minde As once to harbour Atheisme in thought Therein most hideous treachery were wrought Yet sith we finde that Scripture doth impart Which only can anatomize the heart That such a thought in some hath harbour'd been Yea all men are by nature so unclean Each heart by nature is deceitfull still And every thought continually ill We doubtlesse may though to our shame conclude That Atheisme is in a multitude Especially if duly we propound How meerly naturall multitudes are found Againe besides our nature which hath stood Since Adams fall an enemy to good We have another enemy as great Who hinders good with a more deadly hate The divell that arch enemy indeed To God himselfe to Adam and his seed He seeks by his inscrutible an art To steal no lesse then God out of the heart And to that purpose night and day doth spend Suggesting doubts and questions to that end By which with man he doth too much prevaile Else why did David in that nature faile Who was a man most dear to God we finde And yet the divell trap'd him in that kinde When he did almost in his thoughts complain As if that he had wish'd his hands in vain From whence it must by consequence arise God for the time was taken from his eyes Then if such lofty cedars may be shaken How may the shrubs be in that nature taken Poore creatures who have neither care nor skill To frustrate Sathans working of his will Such fiery darts the divell dayly throwes And at our hearts he doth direct his blowes And I for my part cannot testifie That any living scape them as they fly Only as aged Jesses youngest son For safety did to sanctuary run Where he beheld the wound was hid before And eke got balme to heale his bleeding sore So when we doe the tempters dart discry We may like David to the Temple fly To reading hearing meditate and pray Such fumes as those will drive the fiend away Or as old Jacobs children in distresse When bit with serpents in the wildernesse By only looking on a serpents wing Expel'd the poyson of that bite or sting Even so when Sathan that old serpent stings We may have healing underneath those wings Which Jacobs children in figure view'd To us a Christ in their similitude Thus as the divell daily doth belay To steal our goods to steal our God away God that we should by no means let him go Hath left us means to circumvent that foe And hence proceeds that combate in our breasts The flesh consenting but the soule resists But when the soule submits to carnall sense The divell then gets the preheminence And thou within whose bosome no such strife Or combate hath incumbered thy life The divell sure hath favour'd thee therein Or thou too much infatuated bin But thou that feelst no want at all of aid Thou gavst him here a Paradise indeed But thou wilt give him heaven which doth exceed Yet doe not count this altogether vaine Ther 's no such drosse but may afford some graine The troubl'd soule counts no occasion slight That may assist when it is thus in fight What thou think'st bane may be anothers meat Then what thou like'st not let another eat Though these be hearbs nay weeds out of the wood Yet hearbs nay weeds for many things are good I trust no Colloquintida is here No danger if thy stomack then be clear Lord what is man that thou art so mindfull of him Psal. 8. vers. 4. Desires of Aid MOst Gracious God as then hast lent thy hand To move my heart and to direct my pen In some weake measure thus to understand And make thee understood of other men God only wise almighty pure eternall Without whose mercy man must be infernall So let thy hand Lord be outstretched still To stir my heart that most polluted spring That in that fountaine I may dip my quill And from that depth such secret matter bring As to my selfe may make my selfe appeare That I may seek to make that fountaine clear And as we all doe to our comfort finde That thou of man hast ever mindfull been So let my lines be moving in some kinde That we again may not forget thee then But may for ever as it is our parts Inthrone thee in the centre of our hearts LOrd what is man may well be ask'd of thee None but thine eye can that exactly see Thou gav'st him life when thou hadst given him fashion Thou only therefore canst resolve that question Man peradventure like a butcher may Unmake those walls which thou hast made of clay Rip up mans body open every part Take out his entrails looke into his heart Note every artrie conduit pipe and veine And pâ—y into the Chamber of the brain Tell all his sinewes crushes bones and finde How every member is to other joyn'd Let this be granted as perhaps it may In some imperfect superfices way Yet what can man in this description read Of what man in perfection was indeed Alas in this man doth indeed no more Then as it were unlock the little doore Of some rich cabinet which being done Doth finde it empty all its jewels gone Where being frustate of his Chiefe desire Finds nothing left but only to admire The curious art about that little frame With lively forms yet pictures on the same Even so mans body that same heav'ns device Wherein are lock'd up all our gemmes of price When cruell death once turnes his key about Unlocks the doore and lets those jewels out Mans body straight becomes a trunke bereft Of all its matchlesse treasure empty left And nothing to the searchers eye remains To satisfie his curious eye or pains But only to admire the