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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81112	Euchodia. Or, A prayer-song; being sacred poems on the history of the birth and passion of our blessed Saviour, and several other choice texts of Scripture. In two parts. / By Daniel Cudmore, Gent.	Cudmore, Daniel, 17th cent.	1655 (1655)	Wing C7460; Thomason E1606_2; Thomason E1498_2; ESTC R208455	38,700	131

it Th' world 's future in a lesser volume writ 6. But ghess To what distress Was th' old world brought Beyond conceit or thought When void of Ark or Boat They saw just Noah's Ark afloat Ghess one upon a rock that snores While the wild Sea hath drown'd all neighb'ring shores Anon awaking casts his frighted eyes Upon a ship which scorns his cries Now looks each minute for some wave To waft him to his grave Such even was their fate When they too late Like Pharaoh's host Were lost And now what saving knowledge will dissever From serious thoughts that dropsie and this sever 7. Oh how Methinks I now See that day dawn Tombs split and graves to yawn Methinks I hear no noise But seems to accent forth that voice Some have let loose the Torrid Zone The skie 's one fiery element alone Th' earths veins and minerals run in one stream At th' heavens all-dissolving beam All waters as those that did drench Divine Elijah 's trench The fire doth seem to sup And swallow up What flames display The day Now let nor Daedalus trust to his wing Nor Gyges walk invisibly in 's Ring 8. This wee May all foresee Hear we not rumours Of war revenge and humours As if we would th' earth 's fall With flames of rage and lust forestal Some stars are fallen and long since That they were flashie Meteors convince The fixed stars seem Planets and God knows Meet in conjunction but t' oppose They who did pillars seem and props Prov'd Egypts reeds t' our hopes And if these are not signes How th' world declines I to just Zeal Appeal Our Gospels sun in darkness hath been urn'd And into blood the Moon our Church been turn'd 9. What men Should we be then How faithful we In measure and degree How watchful wise and wary He that comes will come and not tarry How ought we now to heav'n exhale Our timely sighs in a repentant gale How ought we now against this day of fears Gods bottle fill with mourning tears That in this day when air nor pool Shall not refresh nor cool When waters shall not drench And much less quench Nor ought refresh Our flesh We may be cheared by that North and South Which shall refresh our scorchings cool our drouth 10. Dread God This Period Cannot be far Though thou wilt send no star Before thee now as when Thou didst at first to those Wise-men Yet Wise-men now with eyes as steady View in the east thy star there fix'd already O send thy Spirit by a privie Session T' arraign and sentence each transgression Let 's now condemn our selves that we May then b' absolv'd by thee O let 's now for each fault Our hearts assault Our selves contemn Condemn Then shall that flame our joyful Bonefire be And that Trump sound our happie Jubilee On the death of that worthy ingenious GENTLEMAN John Ayshford Esq Who departed this life May 19. _____ 54. ANd art thou dead nor can Religion raise Thy body as immortal as thy praise Neither can quick'ning Vertue as a signe Thou lov'dst her chuse thy body for her shrine My grief 's too dull I ' d in a serious plea 'Twixt Grief and Reason melt into a Sea Come in a weeping cloud let 's mix our tears Till they through his drop as through Rispah's herse And as Romes Emperour by a remote Kinde of excess made ships in wine to float Let 's make our friends chest swim in pious Brine And riot more in tears then he in wine Could after-ages know thee with what flashes Of love and praise would Wit adore thy ashes How would they for thy sacred dust explore As greedily as some for golden Ore How would they seek thy bones as some of old Did Scanderbeg 's t' enamel them in gold All in remembrance that the time was when Thou liv'dst the Jewel and delight of men Youth could not wish society more sweet Nor graver age more solid and discreet As fervent in Religion as any Yet knew to difference 'twixt Zeal and Zany A Gentleman yet learned rich yet free Not out of lust but liberality Poor Truth hath lost a shoulder of support And innocence an arm for to retort Her injuries the poor the lame the dim Have lost a hand a foot an eye in him What can I more w' have lost by this remove A head of counsel and a heart of love Reader didst know how worth I need not borrow Terms to perswade thee then to raise thy sorrow But if thou knew'st him not or liv'dst remote I 'm sure th' hast cause to weep thou knew'st him not Sic flevit Daniel Cudmore FINIS

to their equipage But may I draw the veil and not deserve T' have one eternal on my visive nerve 'T was not long since thy fiery-pointed eye Did sparkle with consuming Majestie And is it all confin'd comprised all Within the circuit of this gellied ball 'T was not long since thou breath'dst in us our souls And since thy breath did kindle burning coles And do we dare thy nostrils heark O wonder He cries whom erst I 've heard to roar in thunder 'T was not long since such glory Moses drew From see'ng thy back-parts none his face could view And can we see thy face do not w'implore Brandish destructive glory th'row each pore 'T was not long since at thy commanding word The world sprung out of nought like Jonah's guord And since at Sinai's mount did Israel crie Let not the Lord speak to us lest we die And is the mighty Counsellor so weak And he that gave the tongue can he not speak And must their glories all be understood To be wrapt up in humble flesh and blood A Series of wonders which nor men Nor Angels can nor comprehend nor pen Therefore as Angels humbly veil at it Their Wisdoms crowns let us our crowns of Wit That Spirit who conceiv'd thee he can teach How to conceive a Wonder of this reach By him my soul a knowledge of thy worth Brings forth as easie as thou wert brought forth Hence then let 's fetch our Epoche and call This blessed day the birth-day of us all What did our carnal birth boot us this morn Redeems us who condemned were ere born O might I now by vertue of thy birth Be born anew 't would adde to this days mirth And th' Angels who did at thy birth rejoyce At mine in singing would lift up their voice Blest Childe that met'st the heaven with a span Yet in a span art couch'd that dost contain Th' earth in measure Lord yet 't is thy pleasure To be contained in an earthen measure The heav'n of heav'ns cannot contain thy grace Nor art thou straiten'd in a little place Come then take up my heart and until death O make my brest thy blessed Nazareth On the murther of the Innocents Matth. 2. 16. Then Herod when he saw that he was mocked by the wise-men was exceeding wroth and sent forth and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem from two yeers old and under according to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wise-men 1. GOod Babes of whom I may say true For Christ ye did an off ring fall And di'd for Christ ere Christ for you Although none could his love forestal Blest Infantry your Sov'raign's tasters To him of Herod's cup of Malice Ere Christ to finish his disasters Drank deep and free the final Chalice Blest Innocents with whom the case thus stood First circumcised then baptiz'd in blood 2. Sweet Saplings who to spell the Branch Fall subject under Herod's rape VVhose Boureauxes cut and blanch And rob you of your juyce and sap You got blest Cyons by this craft And you may bless curs'd Herod's knife Be'ng hence transplanted y' are ingraft And bourgeon on the tree of life Where each Herodian cicatrice doth bloom Like Aaron's rod so may you bless your doom 3. Curs'd Fox Hell with thy brains did club Thus needlesly to back thy claim But could not blinde rage spare thy Cub Must he fall too before thy aim Foxes use prey abroad but thou Although unwittingly at home Ambitious madness asks not now Whose't is thou prey'st upon or whom Just since thou hast no bowels that thy son Should fall amongst the rest a slaughter'd one 4. Thus Pharaoh like our greedy * The Arms of Rich. 3. who slew his brothers children Hog Or of the kennel with this Fox Who more ador'd Anubis dog Then the plainness of Isis ox Once fearing Israel's increase Enjoyn'd each one to drown each male Till Isr'el groaning for release Their prayers to their God exhale Till he descends and in one fatal morn Slew each Egyptian's and the King 's first-born 5. But you whose doctrine like the crabs Swims backward ' gainst the stream of Truth Speak In what Lymbus are these babes Or all the Isra'litish youth Say In what fold of Purgatory Purg'd in what streams of fire or water Are these Lambs whom this Fox did worry Or dog slew what can fancy flatter Name me what canonized Saint and Martyr Annex'd this truth unto the Scriptures Charter 6. Peace Rachel peace do not deplore The murther of thy children seeing They 're not yet are they not no more And than thou gav'st have better being VVeep not thy buds so soon do bleed Almost as thou didst them disclose They should have grown here amongst weed Now flourish with their Jesse's rose Let Herod grieve for his son's death and weep Thou hast no cause then do not sigh so deep On John the Baptist's being beheaded Mark 6. 27 And immediately Herod the king sent an executioner and commanded his head to be brought and he went and beheaded him in the prison 28 And brought his head in a charger and gave it to the damsel and the damsel gave it to her mother 1. THrice-happie morning-star that didst fore-run The Sun of righteousness his neer approach As that Postilion precedes the Sun And ushers to the world his glorious Coach Blest Prodrom who by th' art of Philip 's wife Didst Christ fore-run in death as well as life 2. Thrice-happie Jacob's Shiloh's Prolocutor Blest Mercury to Jacob's glorious Star Our Saviour's Harbinger the Gentiles Tutor To shew their expectation was not far Who in a purer stream then Jordan's flood At last baptiz'd thy Baptism with thy blood 3. Curst Herod who as John Elijah's spirit Had by a gracious influence bequeath'd So thou as by possession didst inherit Thy father's rage which here on John was breath'd Hadst thou no Trophee to adorn thy birth But th' Baptist's head no triumph but such mirth 4. Bloody Herodias that wert so rough To recompense Iohn's zeal with such requitals Was not thy Musick spirited enough Not joyn'd in consort with the Baptist's vitals Never was Musick of so gross a crime Arraigned guilty since old Iubal's time 5. Vile Wretch who thus wouldst make rash Herod's oath A Pander to a hot incest'ous Bed Neither did Thomyris that famous Goth As thou on Iohn's insult on Cyrus head Vile Monster thus to nustle up thy daughter Ev'n from her tender yeers to blood slaughter 6. Wretch'd Damsel thou whose too too active feet Were onely swift to shed the harmless blood Of th' innocent ev'n so a dancing Fleet Waits for her prey while 't wantons on the flood Ev'n so a Hawk doth quaver in the air Before she souse so danc'd thy wicked pair 7. Blest Iohn as was Elijah so wert thou Into a wilderness by fury banish'd Both forc'd by women both pursu'd by vow Though both not in a fiery Chariot vanish'd Yet herein thou an equal