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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33473	Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...	Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)	1659 (1659)	Wing C4722; ESTC R38747	83,315	175

Did hazard drowning in a flood of wine This sawce-mouth'd Fury made the Jews despise Angelick Manna and the land not prize VVhich was a type of New Jerusalem Yet promised to undeserving them VVho Onions and Garlick rather crav'd VVith Egypts flesh-pots where they were inslav'd And which sad Kingdoms thraldom they knew well Prefigur'd typically that of Hell But sure had they return'd as they did wish Their faith their food had been nor flesh nor fish She is amongst the sins of Sodom nam'd VVhence fire sulphurious down from heaven flam'd And pulverated in a trice of time The choisest Cities in that pleasant clime Thence chas'd by vengeance fled she to a Cave And tempted heedless Lot to play the knave VVith both his Daughters so in lust to burn As if those warnings could not serve his turn This longing quean made cursed Esau sell Birthright and blessing for red broth and hell Thousands of Philistins she once did seize And gave Judge Sampson his last Writ of Ease This mal-companion made the Levite play The boon-companion by the hour and day So long at Bethle'm-Judah that it cost Sixty five thousand souldiers lives all lost Of Jacob's seed for this the ground we find That him in Gibeah to lodge inclin'd Whence a whole tribe of babes and women fell Sacrific'd to the sword yea some to Hell She made the good old Eli's sons profane Their sacred Priesthood by their rost-meat ta'n The fat not offred for which villany God ruin'd them and their posterity She made rich Nabal churlish to his friend And his Protector which became his end And ended had all his had not his wife Su'd out their pardon and compos'd the strife She wrought incestuous Amnon's drunken death Who drank so deep a draught he lost his breath For his revengeful brother chose that time To punish that and his fore-passed crime Whose foul revenge vengeance divine repay'd VVhen by his Feast at Hebron he had lay'd A plot of parricide so feasting chear Sent both the brothers none but God knows where T was David's second sin that him nigh sunk Who fresh himself was in Uriah drunk And thirsty after took the poor man's blood VVho still to him had faithful been and good She lost King Ela's Crown and life whereby Zimri destroy'd the royal family And though no famed singer his shrill throat Did above Ela sing a high-strain'd note When at Samaria's siege proud Benhadad Thirty two Kings auxiliaries had Though a most slighted force did them oppose The Pot his Kinglings him and all o'erthrows So serv'd she Babylonish Baltazar Who thought himself another god of War And the besiegers though stout souldiers slighted Drank drunk the while in scorn until affrighted With Manuscript Divine he quak'd amain And that same night was by the souldiers slain And Babylon the glory of the world Had her raz'd walls into Euphrates hurl'd Nor can I think but drink and drunken fellows As well as pride made Haman build those gallows Whereon himself was hang'd for I presume Such feasting and so much strong drink did fume Into his brains and plots infus'd whereby It ruin'd him and his posterity 'T was meerly feasting drink and lust misled The Tetrarch to cut off the Baptist's head Whom he before had lov'd at least for fashion One feast provok'd him to his decollation Oh if I could but call up Dives here Who day by day did feast on royal chear Whose paunch with most delicious wine did swell Yet begg'd a drop of water for 't in Hell And beg it may yet ne'er obtain the grace To have that comfort in so sad a place Sure he would howl and roar and rave and cry Against this sin and would us terrifie With exclamations in dispraise of that Which most in fact commend but pray for what Truly I know not saving to bring gains To Vintners Ale-wi●es Drawers Chamberlains To Tapsters Brewers Bakers Butchers Cooks And those who when the plague reigns play the Rooks The Sextons Bearers and the Pest-attenders And those who are to Physick's art pretenders Doctors Apothecaries Mountebanks Quack-salvers Surgeons and those of their ranks That live by our diseases Politicians May sometimes gain thereby and poor Musitians Anglicè fidlers both which make a trade To undo any so themselves be made Clomers and Glass-men likewise reap fair gain When juggs and glasses are in battel slain Yea Scavengers get no small profit by it And gold-finders who semi-deifie it 'T is their Diana much sweet work it finds them And oft of Bacchus and Tabacco minds them Without which they are not nor can be well Whilst here on earth whatere they be in Hell Full paunch full pate and then all 's well for this Their esse and their bene esse is Oh how perverse is man On whom the Lord Reason conferred hath yea his pure word That reason to illuminate and shew What paths he follow should and what eschew Precept on precept for his rule of life And yet the beasts to stray not half so rife Who have but naked sence to be their guide Behold they in their Makers rules abide According to their kind more strict then we Which if arightly scann'd we soon may see They have more moderation in the use Of creatures gustable and less abuse Those gifts by far then man for where one beast Doth stupifie its sence with drink at least A hundred men and women too do so Yea stupifie both sence and reason too If hogs or such more greedy creatures hap Themselves by too much drinking to intrap They 'l mostly be more wary next but we The oft'ner drunk more eager drunk to be And oft when drunkenness our thirst hath bred We by that thirst to drunkenness are led Strange piece of witch craft reason so to fool To put her back again to sence to school We work against our selves a kind of treason When sensuality o●ercometh reason Is reason fighting fancy foil'd by it It shews our want of grace more then of wit For our in-nate corruption wrought in us Our wills and judgements both preposterous And opposite to Gods most holy will Who never willeth any thing that 's ill Nor can we will what 's other unless he Assistant to us by his Spirit be Oh! who would think such waywardness should dwell In any Creatute that 's on this side Hell Lord of a truth that place for us is fit Did not thy boundless mercy hinder it Proceed O God so to prevent it still And frame us hearts according to thy will Most holy pure and clean void of pollution Of flesh or spirit hating prostitution Of us unto our wills impure wild passions Charming affections brutish inclinations Unto excess and drunkenness whereby We quite deface that prime Divinity Thy smage stampt upon our souls of old And take the Devils impress of whose fold We hereby do profess our selves and go From our souls faithful shepherd to his foe Whence come Diseases Fevers Dropsies Gouts Consumptions and

makes them both Heav'n and Hell Her age in times meer infancy was vast Transcending all Arithmeticians skill The number of her fore-past years to cast Though they should use the stars that Heaven fill Each grass and grain of dust that Earth can shew And all the drops and sands in Sea and shore With the Ayre 's Atomes they would be too few Were each a thousand thousand millions more For figures that grand number to express To which they would amount Howe'er when time Shall be no more her youth will be no less Then at the first O wonder most sublime Here muse and stand amaz'd presumptuous man Who squandrest pretious time in seeking that VVhich when possess'd annoys Content ne'er can Be found in Treasures Honours Pleasures flat False titillations They the fancy please With momentaneous tickling but the foul Can no satiety receive from these Whilst her diviner eyes espie their foul And gross delusions winning us to waste Our time of grace short week of working dayes On toyes and trifles care away to cast Neglecting our creation's end his prayse That formed us and so to lose our pay In that eternal Sabbath's rest to come And gull us with false hopes that fade away When Judgement dooms us Hell for our sad home Whose everlasting flames should us deter From their allurements and our souls provoke No longer true repentance to defer But take upon us our Redeemers yoke Embrace his endless love And let that force Our souls to grace by holy violence Redeem our time by Faith and true remorse And giving neither God nor man offence For on the husbanding of this short span Of our frail life eternal life depends Or death eternal Oh! when this we scan It should unbottom us from all false ends And keep us firm in truths sincerest wayes And in the pathes of life that when times race Is run and all distinguishments by dayes Hours months years shall here no more have place We may enjoy Eternity above Whereof that we may not at last be mist But ponder still in heart what doth behove Eternity Ah dearest Lord assist AMEN The Epigram on the same ETernity my Muse doth quite confound Her true Description never Mortal found Rings Snakes and Globes with such round things as those Th' Ancients for her di●…e resemblance chose A boundless Plain a pointless Parallel A Circle that includes both Heaven and Hell Yet hath nor Centre nor Circumference Demonstrable to Reason or to sence Each Mathematick poin● of whose vast Ring Equals her whole Dimension Wondrous thing Yet true as strange Nay more I 'll tell you what Think what man cannot think and she is that She rounds my Verse no man her depth can sound Eternity my Muse doth quite confound Objections Solutions and Chorus Objection 1. WHy should onely Man desire To transgress his Makers Laws Who made him so high aspire That all earthly things he awes Solution 1. NOthing but corrupted Nature Made Man so perverse a creature Nothing but renewing Grace Can Mans guilt and filth deface Objection 2. WHy should Christ from glory come To be born in coursest home Live and die in pain and grief For unthankful mans relief Solution 2. NOthing but divinest Love Brought our Maker from above Who for all his grief and pain Craves but Love for Love again The CHORE OH admired Love divine Suit our hearts with love to thine Then adieu false creature-joys Welcom Truths and farewel Toys Man's Heart 1. A Curious triangle methinks I see Immur'd by Heav'ns Eternal Architect His seed-plot of each Grace divine to be A glorious Paradise without defect A Paradise in Paradise that 's slight The Paradise of Paradise the throne Of the worlds great Creator whose delight Was fi●… therein his Majesty thereon Such was Mans heart and such might still have bin Had he baulk'd Serpentine deceit of sin 2. But ah most horrid fate since Adam fell This Nursery a Wilderness is grown Eden of Eden is the Hell of Hell And Graces plants by Pride's puffs over-thrown Earth-mice have eat the seeds the thorns and briers Hemlock and Wormwood have o'er spread the ground Once till'd to grace Lusts and corrupt desires With all their base productions there abound And what was once the King of Glories home Is wholly now a Den for Fiends become 3. World flesh and devil this triangle have fill'd Having got full possession plac'd therein A cursed rabblement of Elves that build Fortifications and strong holds for Sin The blessed Founders greatest Enemy Who in them rests secure thence Grace repells Though profer'd by the Lord spontaneously And all good Inclinations quite expells Whence from a sp'ritual Cana-an it 's grown No less then a mysterious Babylon 4. It 's now the old Red Dragons Nursery A new Plantation of each hateful crime The Shop of that accurst Apothecary Who therein doth his pois'nous drugs sublime Pride's Mercury Zeal-chilling Ellebore Intemperancies Swine-bane Antimony Of Infidelity and thousands more The Opium of dull security And Lusts Cantharides these he refines By them to work his mischievous designes 5. The cunning Gardiner doth oft-times graft Bud and inoculate to shew his skill Produc'th fair-seeming flow'rs on stocks stark naught And specious fruits from roots corrupt and ill But these like Sodoms Apples vanish quite If try'd by touch which sorts he mostly plants In a close corner for his own delight Allotted to Hypocrisie where wants No dressing that the Devil can afford To nourish plants accursed and abhorr'd 6. Stand you but there at gaze and you will deem Your self in Heaven with Saints incircled round Whilst it is Hell and Devils for they but seem And are not real as will once be found The Angels trumpets that at last shall blow Our Resurrection-summons them shall blast And we their painted falsities shall know Themselves in everlasting flames be cast Their rotten Roots which all shall plainly see Proclaim who Impt them and whose Imps they be 7. Dread God! shall this Intruder still possess Thy sacred portion and thy choisest field 'T will make him question thine Almightiness Avenge thee Lord and force the fiend to yeild Root out his worthless plants and replant thine New turn the ground and sow thy seeds of grace Afresh therein and let thy power divine Cherish them there Satans rank weeds deface Batter his raised forts his forces rout Re-enter in thy Right and turn him out 8. Renew thy sin-demolish'd Image here Hallow this little frame to thy great praise New mold new make the model hence cashier Innate corruptions plain the crooked ways Throw down the hills and hillocks raise the vales Manure the barren ground more fertile make The erst unfallow'd plots re-build the walls Thy wonted pleasure in this fabrick take Lord it did cost thee dear when thou went'st hence To purchase it with thy heart-blood's expence An Epigram on the same COuld not Creations Title keep Gods Right In mans false heart that subtile Serpents spight Compell'd him to