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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57206	Mellificium musarum: the marrovv of the muses. Or, An epitome of divine poetrie Distilled into pious ejaculations, and solemne soliloquies. By Jeremiah Rich. Junii 19. 1650. Imprimatur, Joseph Caryl.	Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?	1650 (1650)	Wing R1344; ESTC R217989	38,773	110

well And yonder sits the Larke and turtle dove Come let 's goe walke and we will paralell Love with eternall glory in you Grove Wee 'le take the subtle Fox nor will we spare To hunt the light foot Deere or timerous Hare Come then my love my dove arise my fairest faire V. Rise Phoeb ' and come away thy blinded eye Is lul'd to ruine in dislumbring dreame Why art thou rockt in such a lullaby And drown'd in various wanton streames Come let us travell to eternity And languish in the purest sweet extreames Wherefore my deare so greedy dost thou crowd To danger why to darknesse dost thou shrowd And leave thy love alone wrapt in a sable Cloud VI. Rise Phoeb ' and come away thy short Reposes Are flattring slumbers leave thy slippry hold Of sordid earth come on a bed of Roses I le knit thy haire in knots of fringed gold Wee 'le pusse the flying day in entercloses Of dearest love with glory uncontroul'd I 'le teach thee how to surfet in the fire Of loves immortall flames while some desire To spēa their time in prais thou rather shalt admire VII Rise Phoeb ' and come away we 'le make great Jove To stop his fiery horses swift carere Whose nostrills vomit flames we 'le mount above And hold the Reines of Titans hemisphare sgrove And guide his Chariot wheeles through pleasures And view the hallowea walks Come come my dear Le ts wander to Elizium whose bright ray Out-shines great Phoebus in his new born day Or the most fairest noon rise Phoeb ' and come away The fourth SOLILOQUIE AH Lord thou commandest us to seeke thy face that we may shun death and yet thou sayest none can see thy face and live Ah! let me live that I may know thee or die that I may see thee It is the happinesse of those glorious Angels that they continually behold thee and therefore they incompasse thine Altar with sweet Odours unspeakeable Rhaptures and high Hallelujah's but we poore mortalls prest down with sinne with guilt with flesh with feare cannot worthily praise thee Ah me why doe I seeke thee If thou beest no where absent why doe I not finde thee if thou beest every where present sure to the eye of darknesse thou wrappest thy selfe in thicke darkenes and thou art discovered to the eye that is enlightned thou art seene in thy power to sinners in thy terrour to Sathan in thy Sonne to thy Saints thou art seene in thy judgement to them that are against thee in thy Justice to them that flye from thee in thy Sacraments to them that seeke thee in thy Lawes to them that love thee and in thy Love to them that know thee Whence proceedeth this thy condiscention and thine infinite humiliation that thou did'st leave thy Throne in Heaven to live in the forme of a servant on earth Why didst thou change thy Crowne of Royalty for a Crowne of Indignity Why should aninfinite Creatour love a finite Creature and Heaven stoope to Hell Alas oh Lord Jesus heere was no Royall Throne for thy Majesty no Glorious Temple to entertaine thee heere was no winged Cherubins to beare thee no Armies of Angells to stand before thee no sweete faced object to delight thine eyes no musicall Raptures to salute thine eares no costly odours to annoynt thy feete nor spangled Canopy to spread over thy head but sinne and shame guilt and feare hell and horrour blacknesse and darkenesse extremity poverty impurity deformity and canst thou love so poore a thing as man oh thou that inhabitest in Heaven in light inaccessible in glory incomprehensible who canst with a frowne overturne thine enemies fame and by their ruine purchase thy selfe glory and if the World should totally revolt from thee and set her selfe against thee Couldst thou not command a suddaine clap of thunder to spurne her from her Poles shake her from her Center crack her Axeltrees and breake her Chariot wheeles Couldst thou not let loose the Elements that the Heavens should bee hid in blacknesse and the Sunne should bee cloathed in darkenesse that the Waters should drowne the earth and the fire should devoure the aire or with an angry breath couldst thou not puffe them all away that earth and ayre and water and fire should vanish and the world should be no more and in the roome thereof create in a moment to perfect thy praises ten thousand severall Orbes Why then oh man art thou so much deluded Why is Heaven and his sweet invitations so much disregarded sure there bee foure dayes in which thou wilt call thy selfe foole for neglecting so great salvation And they be these The day of publick calamity The day of private extreamity The day of death The day of doome First in the day of publick calamity if the world should bee governed in blacknesse and darkeneste If natures fabrick should bee smitten if the powers of the world should bee shaken if the waters should bee loosed if the fire should bee kindled if the ayre should bee infected if the earth should bee poysoned if the sword should begin to range againe and thou shouldst see thousands of mangled bodies about the streets if the trumpets should sound the alarum of war againe and the drums beat dolefull funeralls for the souldiers if whisling bullets and fiery granadoes should fall like haile on the earth and roare like the thunderclaps in heaven if every mans sword should bee set against his fellow if the earth should bee paved with dead mens bones and the channels run downe with blood if this flourishing Kingdome should bee made a burnt offering her people lye beeding like a new slain sacrifice where then couldst thou finde a chamber to hide thee in but in thy beloveds armes and under the shaddow of his mighty wings when the Lord comes to make inquisition for blood and his fury shall breake out in fiery flames to lick up the sinners of the world then will Jesus Christ bee as a shadowed grove in a thundering storme as a cooling rock in a scorching day and a fountaine of water in a weary land when the worldling shall loose his anchor of hope and suffer shipwrack thou shalt safely bee set a shoare If the famine should run after the sword the stoutest heart should grow faint and the fairest face should begin to wax pale because of pining hunger If the pestilence should follow famine if terrour should walke in darkenesse and the arrowes of the Almighty fly at noone day if a thousand should fall on thy right hand and ten thousand on thy left hand and thou beginnest to feare because of the evill that is come upon the world who then can protect thee that judgements may not touch thee but Jesus Christ Tell mee then hath hee not cause to bee beloved would hee not bee worthy to bee desired Secondly in the day of private extremity when thine eyes shall bee opened and thy heart shall bee awaked when thy minde shall bee troubled

it and much good may it doe thee Thy wisedome is but a puffe of pride and the more learning thou hast the more mad thou art Therefore since there is no ability in man to gaine immortallity let this summon in the great and mighty men of the world let them sit under the shaddow of the Vine and eate his pleasant fruit Objection But it may be said this seemes to be false you talke all this while we see no glory in the Vineyard nor taste no sweetnesse in the Vine wherein is his fruit so pleasant Answer I will tell you in foure particulars First his fruit of humiliation that is pleasant fruit this will adorne thee with such amorons graces that thou shalt passe by the flurts of the World with a gallant scorne yet knowing sinne to bee the Authour of thy shame thou shalt often inbalme thy selfe in teares Secondly his fruits of meekenesse that is pleasant fruit thy crooked nature now it may bee admits of no second but thy sword thou art now but a word and a blow thy heart is like a tinder box the least sparke of envy will burne to a mighty flame but then thou shalt stand as a marble pillar immovable the envy of thine enemies shall not trouble thee the frownes of thy friends shall not startle thee the principalities of hel shal not have power to shake thee the worlds disdaine shall be thy dignity their infamy thy glory their hate shal inflame thy fire of love and their reproaches shal fil thy mouth with praises nor wilt thou regard the most grievous paine while thou art running to so glorious a prize Thirdly this fruit of love is very pleasant fruit all the mountaines of misery thou sufferest when they are drowned in the Sea of love will appeare but like Attomes in the Aire when love shal cover thee under the shaddow of his wings when thou shalt see how deare thou art in heavens eyes that he did not onely give Ethiopia but his owne life to the Father for thee what wouldest thou not endure for the love of such a Saviour does he suffer hell to pursue thee it is because thou shouldest presse forward to heaven which is set before thee is thy journey tedious in the beginning it is because thou shouldst long to be at thy journeys end and wilt thou not run when thy Race is onely to life and thy companion love and wilt thou not despise any worldly losse when thou shalt be treble sharer in eternal glory and inherit immortall gaine Fourthly his fruits of patience and perseverance are pleasant fruit now a few discouragements will daunt thee then thou shalt be willing to undergoe a thousand dangers every day now if thou receivest not what thou didst aske thou art ready to give over asking if God openeth not at the first thou art ready to give over knocking and if thou findest not what thou didst seek thou art soone perswaded to give over seeking But then thou shalt wait with as much patience as the poore watchman that stands upon the Tower expecting the dawning of the day till the panting horses of time have finisht their journey and ended their tired task then shalt thou receive the fruit of thy faith and Heaven shall crowne thy labours of love with undisturbed rest Awake then Oh North winde and come thou South let the Inhabitants draw neare let them come into our garden let them taste the fruit of Faith let them bee drunke with the Wine of love Eate O friends drinke yea drinke abundantly O beloved Canticles 5. verse 1. Come take his fruit of Justification that justice may not condemn thee take his fruit of Redemption that hell may not devoure thee take his fruit of sanctification that sinne may not deceive thee take his fruit of glorification that happinesse may crowne thee Art thou hungry Hee is food to suffice thee Art thou thirsty Hee is water to refresh thee Art thou naked Hee is a garment to cloath thee Art thou cold Hee is a fire to warme thee Art thou scorched with heate Hee is a Rock to shelter thee Art thou in sicknesse Hee is a Doctour to heale thee Art thou alone Hee is a friend will not forsake thee Art thou in danger His arme shall protect thee Does the plague walke in darkenesse Hee is a chamber to hide thee does the arrowes of the Almighty flye at noone day his wings shall overshadow thee Art thou poore Hee hath layd up treasure to inrich thee Art thou disgraced Hee will Crowne thee with a Crowne of Glory And now Reader mayest thou imbalme the Booke in teares if thou considerest the misery of man and how the World does lye befooled What horrid Earthquake is this that shakes the foundation of our troubled World What black cloud hath overspread our Universe and begins to murmure in our whispering aire eclipsing the light of Divinity extinguishing the Lamps of purity and endeavouring to darken the sonne of glory making poore ignorant mortalls g●ope all their lives time in the darke and yet shall never finde the doore How happy are those priety babes who with a little flood of teares be waileing the misery of mortallity dye in their slumbring Nurses armees Sure it were happy for the wicked if they measured but a short lived houre betweene the Wombe and the Grave for not being found in the Vneyard they shall have no share in the Vine and bearing no fruit as the Corne they shall bee burned with the Chaffe But thou for a few evills on earth shalt bee rewarded in Heaven thou shalt set thy foot upon the Adder and tread upon the yong Lyon for thou shalt bee hid in the secret places of the Almighty and under the shaddow of the wings of the most high thou shalt bee free from the dominion of sinne and thou shalt conquer Sathan thou shalt overcome Principalities and Powers and thou shalt gaine by life and death And hee whose undiscovered actions are too deepe for our dim eyes shall beare thee on his wings through deaths darke Groves and lift thee to life eternall while the wicked that now does flourish like a greene Bay shall perish ere long like a blowne off blossome and hee that is a shining flash shall wither like a dying Flower All flesh is as grasse and all the glory of man as the flowre of grasse 1 Pet. 1. v. 24. Man STay Phoebus stay Oh wherefore dost thou run So fast the shades will come too soone Hold in hold in thy horses their nostrills boyle In flames Oh let them rest a while Stop thy bright Chariot wheeles and guild the day In glorious pride why dost thou haste away Into the western world stay gentle Phoebus stay Phoebus Jove lend me a breath of thunder that my flashes May mingle terrour with my lashes My pampred horses linger out the day I surfeit with too long delay Fond man thou fear'st to die and oft dost groane To live and blamest onely time alone