my tears Lord let the faithless see Miracles ceas'd revive in me The Leper cleans'd Blinde heal'd Dead rais'd by thee Whither ah whither shall I fly To heav'n my sins ah sins there cry Yet mercy Lord O mercy hear Th' atoning incense of my prayer A broken heart thou l't not despise See! see a Contrites sacrifice Keep keep viols of wrath keep still I 'le viols Lord of Odors fill O prayers sighs grones and tears a shower This precious ointment forth I 'le power I 'le noint wash wipe kisse wash wipe weep My tears Lord in thy bottle keep Lest flames of lust and fond desire Kindle fresh fuel for thine ire Which tears must quench like Magdalene I 'le wash thee Lord till I be clean The good Samaritan WHy art so sad my soul ah why Doth sorrow make thy bones all dry Shall my sin speak so loud and I not cry Thou good Samaritane save See every wound 's a grave Sins were the Theeves let me thy mercies have See how the priests with them partake And by not pittying new wounds make Can pass with hearts unmov'd though their heads shake Nor tears nor wounds can pitty win Thy words the twopence heav'n Lord the Inn. Thy blood the oyl must cure the wounds of sin Up up my soul make hast arise Yet be not rash beware be wise Heav'n loves not a fools sacrifice The vale 's for servants sin unloose 'T is holy ground put off thy shoes An Isaack for an off'ring choose Let not an Ismael with him share So up my soul up offer there Besiedge arm'd enter heav'n by prayer What though thy sins in troops like stars Have menac'd heav'n so oâ—…t to wars Heav'n conquering pray'rs atones the jars Rise Sun stars shall appear no more See ah fresh sins like â—…ands of th' shore Pennance lends floods to hide them ore Vox poenitentiae I I ah I thee Lord betraid While sin strange insurrections made I I like him with lips durst kisse Who sought out 's hell at gates of blisse My sins ah scourges buffets are My sins ah thorns thy temples tare My sin presents the spear nails gall Renews thy sweat death buriall Yet while I Lord with Mary come Early with spices to thy tomb With balm of pennance waiting there To offer odours up in prayer After repentant showrs of dew Angels my Sun 's arise shall shew Heark heark who 's both the light and way Calls thee my soul make hast obey Ah loads of sin and flesh can I A Camel passe a needles eye Say oh say not thaâ—… heav'n gate Too narrow is or way too strait Faith and good works can dispossess Thee both thy Loades of sin and flesh And so convei'd on wings of pray'r Thou maist like incense enter there So shalt thou find a way not strait He kneels who enters at Heav'n gate Spirit Flesh S. ARisâ—… make hast F. VVhither ah whither flies my soul so fast S. Heav'n calls obey F. 'T is night ah stay 't is night thou l't lose thy way S. The day springs rose F. Ah but thy sin black clouds doth interpose S. Those pennance clears The Sun succeds a sacred dew of teares See a full shower Heaven suffers voyolence by an holy Power F. Ah heav'n is high S. Pray'r lends a Iacobs ladder to the sky Angels descend F. VVrestle ah wrestle blessing crowns the end Soul and Christ C. SEE see Grace with her widened arms S. No Adder's here To stop an ear Gainst soul ingaging Graces charms Speak Lord O speak thy servant hears C. Come ye who thirst S. Lord give me first And in thy bottle put my tears C. The laden's call'd haste my soul haste S. Lord seest not these Ah Mountains Seas How how ah how are these o'repast C. To faith my soul fly fly ne're stay Faith can cast these Mountains i th' seas Faith through a Red sea made her way S. Lord though my sins like Mountains be A grain of Faith Still Virtue hath Thy blood sweet Iesu's a Red-sea Of Prayer AWay cold hypocrite away Why art not heard couldst ever pray Didst heav'n in flames of zeal aspire Like th' prophet carried up in fire What sympathy hath day with night Communicates darkness with the light Where lust revenge and passion shrowds Can heav'n be found through such black clouds Talke not of faith the Devils do Believe as much know more then you Nay do more good though none allow They at that Name thou slight'st forc'd bow Could such works save they thee outdo They have their fear and trembling too Wouldst thou no more thine asking miss Learn then no more to ask amiss Thy self sweet Lord thy self I ask no more Heav'n hath no joy without thee Earth no store To the Soul DUll soul aspire Thou art not earth mount higher Heav'n gave the spark to it return the fire Let sin ne're quench Thy high flam'd spirit hence The earth the heat to heaven the flame dispence Rejoyce rejoyce Turn turn each part a voice VVhile to the heart-strings tun'd ye all rejoyce The house is swept VVhich sin so long foul kept The peny 's found for which the loser wept And purg'd with tears Gods Image re-appears The peny truly shews whose stamp it bears The sheep long lost Sins wilderness oft crost Is found regain'd return'd spare spare no cost 'T is heav'ns own suit Hark how it woo's you to 't VVhen Angels needs must speak shall man be mute On the Nativity AH my dear Lord what shall I give To thee who gav'st thy â—…elf for me Since thou could'st die how shall I live Shall I not daily die with thee This is the day which thou didst make Teach me Lord teach me to rejoyce Shall I the shepherds Musick take Or to thine Angels tune my voice My Bread Life Vine Truth Door Light Way All fulness meets my Lord in thee What can I worse then nought repay Thee heav'ns all made so low for me To thee both Prophet Priest and King I have no treasury to ope I can no spices off rings bring But Odours of an heart that 's broke Lord let this incense offer'd up As a sweet smelling savour be So of salvation I the Cup Shall take and call my God on thee Whil'st Gold refiâ—…'d I tribute bring My self thine Image to my King The Contents THe Poet pag. 1 On the Soul 4 The fruit of Paradise 6 On the Masters of the Science of defence in Controversie 8 Iesuite 9 The Church ib. The Polemick Protestant D. 10 The Presbyter 11 Prophanum vulgus The People 13 On servile Will irrespective Election and Reprobation ib. Sectaries 15 Enthusiasticks 16 Beraean ib. Fiduciarie 17 In multiplicem Schismatis Hydram Universall Leprosy 18 On the Umbraticall Doctors on the Romish Party ib. On the Fencers for Religion 19 B. Iewel 20 Doctor Whitaker 20 Doctor Field on the Church ib. Dr. White Sir H. Lynd Dr. Featley in answer to Lyndomastix ib. Mr. Perkins ib. Dr. Usher ib. Mr.
pick'd Bear-like nor form'd nor handsom 'cause their lick'd Vents onely what mistaken Sages Coyn'd With the disguise of verse on what 's purloin'd Unhappy fate of Poets to be poor All beg'd or borrowed from anothers store He must have ravell'd times and Kingdoms through And when the world oreview'd can make a new A Plato's Commonwealth who can outdo A Mores Utopia and Atlantis too Can challenge Titians or our Vandickes hand Upbraiding nature whose rich pieces stand Not Zeuxes-like paint grapes that birds draw nigh But red with blood of Families drunkards fly Pierces like lightning yet not hurts the skin Though melts i th womb the conceived Child of sin At th' horror himself makes th' Tyrant fear While he 's transform'd to Tyger Wolf or Bear 'Bove th' Theban Harmony can structure raise To Abrahams Sons teach ev'n stones God to praise Make birdlim'd Avarice th' Idol gold to leave Think 't pale with guilt or gilt ore to deceive Into a scorch'd Amorist ice convey Calm rage while reason passions storms obey Embalm'd with Odours virtue make perfume While putred vanity doth in stench consume Tainted with sour breath rotten vice decaies Virtue is alwaies green like th' Poets bayes The Luxury of whose wit runs not to weeds But running up provides for knowledge seeds Who Eagle-like doth on a Pyramid sit 'Bove passions tempests and a flashing wit Above the Clouds secure doth view the Sun And in a line like him inlightning run Nay with Ecstatick Paul doth take take a â—…light And with intelligences trades for sight Thus to the Echoing Angels Moses sung And David's harps to Hâ—…llelujahs strung In proverbs glorious Solomon's aray'd From clouds of parable th' Gospel light displai'd Nor would it blasphemy be for to deny The whole Creation ought but Poesie When God in number made and measure all May we not truly term poeticall Six daies the order in Creation show Not how God made but we th' worl'd made may know Lesse then a moment made it a sit lux Stream'd out life Essence motion times efflux The world as in a womb was in Gods mind Within himself all light to make 't outshin'd The Ridle destiny which unhinges brains Within him with whom all 's present how remains Who preordains the things that present be 'T is God descends to us by Poesie Paul with such knots as these Christs Spouse hath drest Which to damnation the unstable wrest While Poet-like he acts the Carnal man They make him so by their own lusts him scan Poets are Prophets and the Priests of Heav'n Though to Hels mimicks Idol Priests th' names giv'n Into Ierusalem Lord turn Babylons flame The objects vary yet the passions th' same Teach that love holinesse which no holinesse knew Let zeal inflame the hearts which lust did stew Thus holinesse to the Lord we all may sing To write take pinions from a Cherubs wing On the Soul ENigma to the Philosopher and divine All the souls effects none can the soul define All say the soul immortall none do prove Nor life nor arguments a belief can move How can the soul an act of the body be Which to the body gives existencie If out of matter souls result can we In natural souls prove immortalitie Or him who saies mankind hath one controul Since every species can have but one soul If the soul 's infus'd how shares it Adams sin How with divinities the sin of flesh serv'd in Or who in all i th shapes of men here move Can souls that rational or immortal prove Each species may give souls of grouth and sense Vital and animal functions may dispence Without infusion wise as Banks his horse Then whom few better we find many worse Who knows himself knows all hee 's wise indeed Who can retire within and himself read Unhinging wiser brains shall nere stretch mine What 's the soul I care not Lord so it be thine Whether the soul 's traduced or infus'd It not concerns but how by passions us'd Whom flesh doth rule can't what is soul is know who 'd know 't with God must in acquaintance grow What is it Lord 't is thine sure part of thee Treating in humane flesh a Deitie Th' soul 's all in all and all in every part So all in all and in all Lord thou art By whom we live move be and all things know Life motion essence knowledge from thee flow Is 't not a glimps of th' spirit first made light VVhich here is mufled in a Cloud of night VVhen God but takes this veil of flesh away To him the light of lights returns this ray The soul that works by principles of light Doth while 't is here it self to God unite VVho here laies the vesture of his flesh aside From him Heav'n glory Earth can't secrets hide Let contemplation give but wings toth' soul It in a moment travels to each pole Descends to th' center mounts to th' top of th' world In thousand places can at once be hurl'd Can fathom the universe without touching it A Judge of states Arts nay of worlds may sit But oh a soul immers'd in flesh and blood Is lost 'midst wild beasts in a pathlesse wood Ambition wracks the soul 't is fool'd by love Pleasure doth melt hope by a tickling move Anger now burns then 's reinflam'd by lust Despair depresâ—…es avarice doth rust Now cruelty doth obdurate to a stone And then revenge makes me more hard then one Envy now gnaws and hatred strait her sours The fire of jealousie smothers all her pow'rs Sorrow doth lend me floods which fear turns ice I 'me cold to virtue hardned by vice Lord see this bird of Paradise in a Cage Assayled by a mutinous tumuls rage See th' daughter of thy bounty heav'ns own Child By passions rable shall she be defil'd Shall they the Scepter of her government take She is a Queen which thou her Kings didst make Thâ—… Kings daughter Lord was glorious within Let not her beauty be ecclips'd by sin She 〈◊〉 her fellows should be brought to thee Virtues and Graces should companions be A wedding garment Lord on her bestow Let her embroidâ—…ed with thy graces go If with th' white robe of innocence I can't come Mix the purple of thy blood or martyrdom Since the soul 's a ray that 's borrow'd of thy light Shall sin extinguish't in eternall night Lord let my soul return from whence it came Let not a spark of Heav'n turn to hells flame The fruit of Paradise VVHen that my soul by magique would aspire Prometheusâ—…ike fetch down Celestial fire Paul like to Paradise rap'd by th' part divine Sure lust doth me unto this tree recline While I descend and th' pleasures tast of sense The tree of life my Jesu 's banish'd hence He must relinquish flesh and blood who 'le be Made a partaker of divinitie Man is a Garden Jesus is within The tree of life which we do lose by sin Vittue makes Heav'n while Hell is made by vice Who
While such a lark mounts up with ease and sings Who desires little he thinks little much Such as desires are ev'n our Riches such What dead thou canst enjoy alive despise Who sets his heart on others goods not wise For this ah this Princes chang'd Crowns for Cells He 's Crown'd with joy with whom contentment dwels The pleasures of the VVorld VVIse mens desires which of their souls are sayles Should steer to Heavâ—…n while sighs send thifher gales And down on appetites like to fishes look Which run at rotten worms which hide a hook Begot of sense which like abortives die With shame and grief season satietie Dreams which disturbance have not rest of sleep Various as Children sporting at Bo-peep Of Sysiphus stone or an Ixions wheel What Poets phancy here we true may feel Felicities are floting Islands which retire As soon as we to touch them do desire Of ere relapsing actious life's a toyl Where for one Rose a thousand thorns us spoil See how from walnuts troops of silly boyes Men persue bubles end before their noise Who said an egge the joyes of th' world confin'd Deceiv'd not though it broke show'd nought but wind Joy onely tickles th' outside of the skin Sweet waters Seas of bitternesse run in What can we draw from th' world but buble swell Break vanish Dives lend no drop in Hell Pleasure 's a wandring bird doth singing sit But fly's away when you would catch at it Would you of th' world the greatest pleasure know Pleasure condemn it from contempt doth grow A defence of Curiosity an unsetled mind in unseled times to weak Calumnie and proud ignorance THE world is but a Theater of ill Knaves Fools and madmen do the stage up fill Religion the vizard is which most put on To act their parts parts done the vizards gone Which mimick gesture and affected tone Few personate the part that is their own The shriveld's old wretch acts the Gyants part And the pent scul must th' magazine be of art He 's more then an Apollo that can show T'en talk preach scribe of the things they know For birds sure 't is strange happinesse to be hedg'd There chirp and make a noise before thei 'r fledg'd What though to pillory'd truth I rescue go I this day books the next I men would know Undo my self lest I might be undone There 's Parthian like by flight some victory won What though I laugh at all all laugh me Democritus blind more then an age could see Eyes bloods hot red Ictericks yellow spy VVho thinks the stars twinckle 't is his own weak eie Thus I read men and books and have a key To each mans breasts which is my Library All natures giddy imperfections read Me lectures and confirm in virtues Creed More then the gam'ster sees the stander by This life 's an art of casting of the die The world 's the Inne in which the cheaters meet Scarce life a passage hath without deceit If Proteus-like I each day vary shapes To learn their natures 't is not imitate apes Spunges with error swol'n I use to squeese To know their filth not drink in their disease Though heat 'bove dogdaies revels in my blood To quench the lust-scorch'd Lecher lend a flood Orecharg'd with liquor nere a spung can spy That I with liquor want an orecharg'd eye Yet none lesse then a Merlin must I fall Fools bolts are soon shot must they wound me all VVhen pride and folly do in judgement sit Can they vote lesse then treason in a wit See the silly herd of animals raise a cry Are pleas'd with th' noise they make yet know not why The birds which do in fortunes sunshine play A storm impending Croak and fly away Dogs which with clamor flying heels pursue Turn and their tails shall complement with you I change my friend oft as I change my cloths who 'd not love rags which thus can take these moths VVho 's gay without thought only rich within Knowledge and follies shrine's no veniall sin Plato's to me for all hence giddy croud Under whose wings folly must onely shroud Vant wretch whom nature hudled up in hast And all thy wisdom in thy riches plac'd At knowledge tryal let her have her peers Know justice some paint blind none without ears VVould you in long Coats have all peep up sages In gravity and wisdom bafling ages I am too wise already if that you To understand me gain not wisdom to Plato's a friend and Socrates is one But truth is more a friend who leaves me none Could Bias that was wise deformed be Or could be poor that had Philosophie Empedocles knowledge would to Heav'n ally I 'l into stars for new alliance pry Yet Thales-like while I the stars do view Not fall i th well to make your proverbs true Plato saies reason man discerns from beast Must Gryphin-like I gold pile in a nest VVhereof thou hast no use wretch hoard up pelf He nothing hath hath all and not himself To 's Son if wife the Cynick nothing gave Wisemen all natures treasuries open have What though a rouling stone gathers no mosse For to be clog'd with dirt 's not gain but losse I make the way to truth smooth while I roul To keep dirt down not gather'st use of soul The creeping things of th' world are all below A wise mans thoughts whose onely end 's to know Not curious it desires that he may know Nor vain to flash and to the world it show Nor covetous knowledge doth for profit seek But edifie himself and build up th' week Inth Sea of th' world can he to steer right know Hath onely learn'd in some poor pond to row Thus a rash Pilot doth to Sea resort In winds and waves of error to make sport While the wise balanc'd with a richer fraight 'Gainst storms of errors counterpois'd by weight He should be wise a troubled Sea must enter And well pois'd too all in one bark doth venter But oh i th' world no other art I find Beside the tacking round with every wind The Character of a good widow Memoriae sacrum Heroniae adeo exoptatissimae medullitus dilectiss materterae Eliz. Boswel Epitaphie NEc vane dives nec inani nomine nobilis Eliz. Boswel hic sepulta jaceo Divitibus specimen virtutis viduis Continentiae Providentiae matribus haec nimis Humanae inconstantiae speculum omnibus Quam eximiae fui pietatis disce à liberis Quam diffusiva charitatis audi à proximis Quam inexplebilis munificentiae à meis quâ—…re ab alienis Quam spectatae fui fidei opera te instruunt Quam famae adeo integrae etiam hostes tibi indicant Quum neque jam mussitet invidiae aut Calumnia obmurmaret Quam intemeratae pudicitiae non minus Casta Quam Cauta viduitas edocet Primulae veris viduae delicatulae diviti Mihi soli Conjux non occubuit senex In quadrigâ liberorum charus aeque ac
generous birds a chatring Dawe Makes Country hobnails on the stones strike fire While they her rusâ—…ing petticoats admire Yet the subtile Fox knows th' Asse i th' Lyons skin He hears her bray and knows an Asse within With these froth-born like boyes with froth we play First raise a buble then we blow 't away Talk'd I of Diamonds in a mourning jet To put them off for greater lustre set Or how that fairer widows do disclose The sweets that do inâ—…ich the new blown rose To attract straws we place that blacker jet To take some poor Iack-straw in black you 'r set Don't they deride who praise th' frogs speckled skin The rose that 's withered or wormeaten in Your lips nor cheeks do not partake of th' rose The glory that you gain is by the nose But not so glorious sure none near it come Which by the heat don't suffer martyrdom The Cynqiue humbly would to Statues beg And to each gilded post would make a leg Thus when we gilt toys see with Ladies clothes What 's Lady like we Lady will suppose And court Idolatry to the gay rags pay While phancy with these things of clouts must play Each Knot love knits each pin must wound the heart And Oh 't is rare perâ—…ume if she but Scabs but embosse or an enammels itch Pocks do ingrave Carbuncles face inrich Hath she a red a black or yellow skin O precious wench ruby jet gold 's within We beauties call what may for Mormo's passe Or Acho like turn phrantick by a glasse Or should a Conjuâ—…er in his room them place People would swear the Devil in each face Yet we these puppets move by phancies wire Ev'n lay our selves in dirt to raâ—…se them higher Till rais'd themselves and us they cease to know Abuse seems Courtship who deride them woe We court bad faces not to please our sense But thus to mortifie our Concupiscence Sometimes a deaths head a devotion rears To say a prayer it kisle and leave with tears I never see the ruines of a face But dust to dust I cry and straight embrace Yet my embraces here in bed shâ—…el meer Brings husbands bones or her own winding sheet But should my sins bring an untimely grave I 'd a rare Monument rich embalming have My Aâ—…t should teach the snake new skin assume Or else I 'd bribe corruption with perfume Her gold pearl Diamonds should my Cordials be Against each touch would prompt an Agonie Salacious birds lusts sacrifice should attend And spawning fishes should their Lecheries lend Potato Skirret and Eringo râ—…ot Satyrion Cod resembling should recruit I 'de strength of earth of beasts the marrow have At second hand I 'de give but what 〈◊〉 gave But oh for dirt who would in Earth intomb Earth Air and Sea can't fate a barren womb That gallant wretch which did up Holbornâ—…ide Presented with the choice of rope or bride With a reprieve a lovely piece he spies With sparrow mouth frog skin and ferrets eyes Whose barren womb might but a brothel be Where twins are murder and Adulterie Mariage and hanging both are Deâ—…tiny Cry'd give the easier hangman let me die Brave soul in honours Catalogue have room Better the cursed tree then cursed womb Nuptials fill earth virginity fills Heav'n To barren Widows ah what place is giv'n Hence of corruption bred you gayer mothes No virtue know but what you find in clothes Know no religion 'bove a sundays dresse No Heav'n but there where golden Angels bless Who you 'twixt froth of Cups and phancy Court 'T is not to gain them love but gain them sport Tyr'd with the graver looks of Madam book Thus natures Pamphlets we in sport ore look When vines shall leave the Elm with Coleworâ—…s twine And serpents Court the Ash thou shalt be mine Anthus and Aegithus blood shall mingled be The panther and Hyena's skin agree The Oak and Olive Walnut and Oak agree And masking nature leave antipathie Till then from the Philosopher I 'l vary Said beasts chose like but man his contrary But if I needs my contrary must choose Of all thy sex I could not thee refuse Disgrace of Poetry hence be thou his theam Who whisling cools the horsetails of his team Let him cool thine by fanning thus thy breech Or else the horsewhip take to cure the itch Shine out bright stars in Honors hemispheâ—…r I 'le raise my fortunes â—…x my phancy there Donec gratus eram Horatii A Dialogue betwixt two Lovers VVHile that our souls and arms did twine In amorous circling like the vine Should regal pomp with me but vie 'T would prove enameld slavery While no fond flames of loose desire Did warm thy breast with aliene fire Crown'd joys with mine but plac'd in scale No minuits joy could countervail Exotick Chloe rules my heart Learn'd to tempt souls to th' ear by art For both could one death us suffice Love should make death a sacrifice An amorous youth with mutual fire Meets in complacence my desire For whom I once nay twice could die Could death admit security But what if Venus should return And fires that glow in ashes burn While she revokes to yoaks of brasse Our Love 's more brittle far then glasse Though stars are then my love lesse fair Cork not so light as thee or air Rocks not so deaf or angry Seas Iâ—… true I 'de Court thee a disease To Lydia Instar Lydiae Horatianae VVHen men inrich thy neck with praise And glories with no rose displays Thy arms which wax do imitate My gall impostum'd swels with hate I burn while sots thy skin defile And rosebuds in thy lips do spoil To leave love-marks trust me in vain They love not who dare lips prophane Ah be not prodigal of blisse Venus makes Nectar of a kisse Happy thrice nay more for ever Where loves chain is broken never Nor rash complaint a linck can force While death suâ—…s forth a long divorce E Martiale CRas te victurum cras dicis `posthume semper Dic mihi cras istud posthume quando venit Quam longe cras istud ubi est aut unde petendum Thou saist thou wilt to morrow live to morrow ever When will that morrow come ah tell me never How farr 's that morrow whence where to be fetch'd What can the Parthians or Armenians teach't What hath it Priams age or Nestors years I st to be bought tell me what price it bears Thou say'st thou wil'st too morrow live this day 's too late Yesterdaies life shoul d this daies Antedate To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E. P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt DIrt and Gold are in one Mine A place of sin thou dost refine For greater lustre thus are set Bright Diamonds by blacker jet Come gaudy anticks transform'd Apes By virtues glasse here mend your shapes Who would of virtue picture take He by this pattern must it make Come Haereticks of the sex a sight Of her may make a Proselyte Her words 'gainst sin