[Image with inscription 'Otia Sacra... Optima Fides...Deus nobis hæc Otia fecit. Virg : ... London Printed by Richard Cotes. 1648.']
Eay 9. 6.
When 'tis natures property to Generat;
But here's a Sonne too given, which implies
All that can be acrib'd to Myteries;
For He's a Father, Brother, Kinman, Friend,
Both Sacrifice and Priet to recommend
That offering up : Samaritan pat by
Himelf to Act the height of Charity
On us lay tript wounded; A Phyitian
Cures the dieae of our indipoition
To ought that good is; Shepheard to redree,
And bring us back out of the wildernee;
Where we had gon atray into his fould,
A Merchant that Redeems us who were ould
To inne and bondage ; and to make all good,
Contented was to pare his previous blood:
So was a Lambe before the Shearers led,
To be diroab'd, depis'd, and laughtered,
That we might Live in credit, and put on
The whiter Robe of his Salvation:
Th's Atlas-like the Government doth bear
Upon His houlder, and if Counellour
We would eteem Him, we hould be content
To make his mercies our encouragement:
For mighty faults deerve a mighty rod,
But He an Everlating mighty God,
The Prince of Peace, full of Compaions tore
Holds out the Golden cepter evermore,
And that this Birth and Gift to us be knowne,
He pleads himelf Our caue at's Fathers Throne.
Totus, Solus, in Omnibus
Nec metuas, Chritus at tibi olus erit
Omnibus & cupiens rebus gaudere ecundis
Conferat in Dominum ingula facta uum
That to your elfe you be not wanting, make
In acting over Diobedience;
From the firt pawing time He did begin
To hatch Rebellion, and to foter in:
Dipute His Makers Mandate, and make choice
To yeeld unto the Subtil Serpents voyce:
Thus then betray'd, ere ince he doth preferr
Cutome to be New-natures Uherer;
And o precribes, Thinking he doth no wore
Then his Fore-father who entail'd the cure,
A new Beleefe of credit would put on,
That God would igne a new Redemption:
As if his Sonne into the world did dain,
Once for to come, hould come for him again;
And o He will; yet not by Ranome led,
To purchae that again man forfeited
By econd Error, but as Judge to try|
(Whilt Concience verdicts) each enormity:
And as mans midemeanours They expree,
Though Great in Guilt, in Goodnes He'l goe lee.
Nec magnus Puer et, nec focus ille tuus.
Parvis magna olet virtus gaudere micatque
Oppoitis poitum grandius ingenium.
At o great Celebration?
And am I yet to eeke how to be dret
As to become a worthy Guet?
If to ome other Table bid I were
My Taylor, and my Shoomaker,
Sempter, and Barber, all might mutred be
To add to my Formality.
But this more reall than all ele, implies
A Banquet fill'd with myteries:
God's manifeted in the Fleh and thus
The height of mercy hown to us:
And if the Rule of charity begins
At home, let's call to mind our ins,
Befreind our elves o farre as to Confee,
How much He did, and we doe lee;
Be joyfull for o Great a Saviours Power,
Yet in Contrition melt a hower,
To think how oft whilt lewd affections guide
We make our Lord New crucifide,
Tim. 3. 16
Then if we would no more of horror dread,|
VVe may approach and take this bread
And wine, the Comfort and the taffe, whereby
Not Life but Lifes Eternity
Secured is, and then with Grace poet,
Shew that we have an interet
In his high merits which alone Comprie
Power to quell our Enemies.
And though our former Actions turn'd to weed,
Let's now bring Faith though but a Mutard eed.
So may we all remove that high appears
In our Conceipts, into a ea of Tears;
For 'tis His Blood no other Jordan can
Cuer the Leperous Ayrian.
So to the Creature, and on things below,
That all our buied Fancy can devie,
Serves more to ink them, than to make them rie:
For out of ight and minde, at once agree
To blind-fold Nature from Eternitie;
And leave her groveling, for to groap her way
Here in This Tranitory bed of Clay,
Till Faith teps in; and in the tead of wings,
Unto Beleef, a lofty Pillar brings,
Whereby we hould be raied up; And thus
Acend to Him, decended once for Us.
To Pae o undicovered:
Judging it elf exempt from eyes
Of others, whilt it none decryes.
Not much unlike are uch to thee,
Who commit Cloet-trepaes
And Chamber-dalliance ; and then
Goe for uneen, 'caue o of Men.
If They my Pillars top attein,
They'l finde an eye tryes heart and rein:
But Natures Pur-blinde ight hort is;
Nor can he rie alone to this,
Till Grace ait, which will uch vertue yield,
As both t'acend the Pillar, gain this Shield.
Imply I ought to Shelter what I write
Under ome Patronage : I can afford
None Sharers in this Offering with my Lord:
His are both Line and Leiure, which mi-pent,
The fault lyes on th' unhappy Intrument
That hould improve both better : But 'tis done,
And Thy fate is decree'd, thy woof is pun,
Cenure mut pae : Yet Bluh not ince thy Strings
Are onely cononant with holy things.
Et Me-ditantem crede (Viator) habes.
For ever Blet,
Which God Himelf doth daign
To Branch into, yet Re-unites again,
For as His Precience could tell
When Angels fell
That Man would follow, and there hould be One
Sent for to make Redemption:
So from our Miery did He Infer
Th' neceity of a Comforter.
This doth inpire, That did Create,
The econd did Regenerate:
Thus though Ditinct, They are
And One wie-ever Power it is doth Tie
This Triple Knot into a Unitie.
Sithence it is given
To Man, to follow's Labor till the Even;
And when that Star doth cloe
Up Day, then to eek quiet and repoe,
Let Us what's of our Own
Learn to make known,
But o much Cah of purchas'd Miery;
All ele Confes
( Of Love and Providence) true happines.
For as our Souls had been
No other Ranom Need
No more than did blind * Bartime?
Or are our Senes Charm'd to lie
Benumm'd into ome Lethargie,
Whilt Sin makes of's a Conquet ? Rie
Fleh-buryed Soul, and from the Skies
Let thy wing'd thoughts to thee relate
Who 'twas thoe tructures did Create,
Where in Thy Hemiphere at large is pen'd,
More wonder then frail Clay can comprehend.
Whether a Sun, a Moon, a Star,
For as thoe great and leer Lights
When th'Undertaker firt did dain
For to retore His world again,
He us'd no other lock or luce
I'th' Clouds, but ent a Bow of truce.
What did His Mercy les, when we
Who are the Worlds Epitome,
Delug'd in Sin, lay Breathles, Drown'd,
Untill Our Saviours Pretious Wound
Open'd a Drayn, wherewith he laid us dry,
From wickednes into fertility ?
The Aire imprion'd, fain would try
There hall no Thunder-crack, nor dah of wet,
I may cat up my Reck'nings, Audit Sin,
Count o'r my Debts, and how Arrears increae
In Natures book, towards the God of Peace:
What through pervernes hath been wav'd, or don
To My firt Convenants contradiction:
How many promis'd Reolutions broke
Of keeping touch (almot as oon as poke.)
Thus like that Tenant who behind-hand cat,
Intreats o oft forbearance, till at lat
The um urmounts his hopes, and then no more
Expects, but Mercy to trike off the core.
So here, methinks, I ee the Landlords Grace
Full of Compaion to my drooping Cae,
Bidding me be of comfort, and not griev'd,
My Rent his Son hould pay if I believ'd.
Exchang'd to ride upon the welling brine:
Neptune prepar'd, and with more Active skill
Grew ometimes in the Vale, ometimes on th'Hill:
Whilt Floating in a compleat tackle dret,
She's taught to Sayl from Cadis to the Eat:
Where Ganges runs, and from thoe coats being come,
To teer a coure back to Illyrium:
Then was that coward Fear banih'd the Mind
And Heart of Man, ambitious till to find.
More worlds and works of wonder, wherein He
Might trace the Greatnes of the Deitie.
Then as if fortify'd with teel and bras,
Ventur'd his Bottom on this field of glas,
So brickle and uncontant, as contrives
A nearnes unto Death, yet with reprive.
A mall Gale over-fils the ayls, a leak
Is prung, in horter time than I can peak.
Then being o'r-et above, o'r-charg'd beneath,
What can expected be but preent Death?
Unles we eek to Him, at whoe command
Becalm'd into Obedience, Tempets tand,
Riing when He o pleaes, and are gon
When He Planes o'r their rugged Motion:
Whoe Power at life's expret, when weight acends,
And almot to the Crytall Skie extends:
And then again, when Nature on't doth enter,
It is permitted for to wah the Center.
Then are uch troubled as on it doe ride,
Rowling and Tottering from ide to ide,
Being drunk through fear and orrow; nor can tell
How many Sands hall knowl their Paing-bell.
Thus in a Trance dimay'd, and quite bereft
Of ene, ave of a little park that's left
To kindle hopes, They to their Maker Cry,
Who traight releaes them from Miery,
Sending a Calm; whereat the Liquid plain
Becomes to them a Looking-glas again:
So They in mind retor'd, have quick acces
Unto the Haven of their Happines.
Hor. Od. 3.
| ARie, arie|
Dull Fancy from the bed of Earth,
And that low train
Beots thy vain;
That o thou mayt devie
Some Record of that famous Birth,
Which about This time, as our Date will have,
One Son for All the ret the Father gave.
Leave to the Bee
Here's Comfort more;
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To eek to Overcome by Contraries:
And in Diviner, if we will expres
Obedience to God, it holds no les;
For t'conquer Pride whereby we fell, no Art
Is comparable to a Contrite-Heart.
What would it teach Me am a infull Bubble;
But that th'Afflictions we meet with heer,
Are ent to Steer Us to our God more neer?
Who thus improves his thoughts on things goe cros,
Without a Riddle, makes Great gains of Los.
God's meant by Husbandman, and Man by ground,
His Word the pretious Seed, that doth excell
All other grain; Our hearts the Arable:
So would't inform We hould our oil prepare,
To recompence o Great a Seedmans care;
And neither prickt with Pride, tupid like Stones,
Laid Common to all wicked Motions:
Be unprovided t'ave, much les t'afford
Increae againt the Harvet of the Lord:
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Wherefore as Earth 'thout Culture ithence mans fall|
Is of fruits barren, Thitles Prodigall:
So doe the dipoitions and deires
Nature brings forth, abound with Thorns and Briers;
Which to correct, the Maters trict Command
Is to break up again the Fallow-land.
And by Contritions Coulter and Plough-hares
To dres our Minds, urrow our Cheeks with teares
Of true Repentance. And thoe thus detroy
The Weeds of Sin, hall urely reap in Joy.
Pull Bleings down, 'tis Gratitude in Man;
And to be humbly thankfull, that alone
Makes Him true ubject for Compaion.
All Other Graces As Aitants it
Upon the Wool-acks for to farther it;
In repreenting how the Law concludes
On Gods Rich Bounties, Our ingratitudes:
So thereupon Impeachment's drawn to how
Delinquencies, and what He gives, we ow.
Firt then unles dejected Care poes
The Heart and Soul for by-pat wickednes,
And tir up Reolution to become
Henceforth more righteous, ev'n to Martyrdome:
In vain it is to hope, or yet urmize
The acceptation of uch Sacrifize
From Him, whoe all-dicerning eye doth pierce
The very Center of the Univere,
And knows before we think: Let our thoughts flye
To overtake His providentiall eye;
Then we hall traight be conquered, and confes|
His Bounties, but our own Unworthines.
And like the Eagle, firt uch flight begin
From the low contemptible Vale of in,
Untill Confeion and Amendment raie
Our tretcht out Pinions to the clouds in praie.
And then when all is done that we are able,
Still we mut know, we're but Unprofitable.
W Hen we behold the Morning Dew
Diolve ith' riing Sun: What would it hew ?
But that a Sun to us did rie,
Our Fathers hoary in to Atomie.
And when the Flowers diplay'd appear,
To entertain the mounting Charettier:
What would they peak in that fair dres ?
But Man's redemption out of wretchednes.
For the hade-hortning Noon can tell
The Proud, and uch as with Ambition well;
That whilt upon Opinions wing
They eek to fore, they work their leening.
And the Prognotick Wetern et,
May Our Conditions rightly counterfeit;
For if we rie, hine, and et Cleer,
The Day-Star from on high's our Comforter:
If Sin beclowd us as we fall,
Our next dayes rie will prove our Funerall:
Et quid lachrymabilius?
Where the Phyitians skill can doe no more,
Divinity mut bet of health retore.
And's tript o'th' Old, when as the New comes in;
What would 'tinform, but that anew w'invet
Our elves in Chrit, Old Adam's Rags detet ?
And if a Janus Bifronted doth tand,
Looking at once to this and t'other hand,
What would He teach our Conciences, ave this,
To ee at one View whence Salvation is,
And whence our woe came ; that for this we may
Our Tribute Tears, for that all-praies pay ?
Now when the Seaon Bloomes in its Spring,
And as th'approaching Sun comes daily on
O let the Lutfull Cluters we behold|
Betaeling Autumn, and thoe Ears of gold-
Reembling Corn, ay to us, if we thirt
Or hunger: He who is both Lat and Firt,
Did tread the Wine pres for us, and fulfill
What was to us due for our Parents ill;
That o we might be numbred 'mongt thoe guet
The Lamb invited to his Mariage-Feat.
And though we once fell by what one Tree bore,
God by Anothers fruit did us retore.
Then whilt the Sharp'd-breath'd Winter eems to lay
Where (not a Catalogue to keep|
Of everall Shapes inhabiting the Deep)
Let but our Thoughts confer
With what once Gravel'd the Philoopher:
And we mut traight confes
Amazement more, but apprehenion les.
The Fire for heat and light
Whoe Admirable Coure, that Steers
For as the Cynthian Queen
Truly by uch would eek for Traffique good,
They mut their Anchors waigh
Out of the Oozie dirt and Clay
Earths Contemplations yeild,
And hoying Sayles, They'l traightway have them fill'd
With a freh-Mackerell Gale, whoe blat
May Port them in true happines at Lat.
There th'in a Bay of Blis,
an Ark of Bulruhes
Pharaoh a Tyrant, but the Midwives kind:
So being from that bloody Doom et free,
Becomes His Mothers Care and Huwifrie;
Who to His afety, that She might confer
More hopes, She makes him firt a Mariner:
A good preage; whereby it was implide,
His People He through the Red-Sea hould guide.
Ut ducat Populum per Vada Rubra uum.
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|I||J||n Ægypto cum fuies,
repexit (Solus) ut Exies
|2||E||rrantes in Eremo plectit paucos,|
poteros ut reddat Cautos.
|3||H||abeas Nomen non in Vano|
ore, ed in Corde Sano.
|4||O||pere, nec ordeat Dies,|
in quâ jua Sancta quies.
|5||V||erus Amor Paternalis|
doceat in Parentes qualis.
|6||A||rdens Cura ignocendi,|
tollat Rabiem Plectendi.
|7||D||oceat Catæ Vitæ normam|
qui & Vitam dat & formam.
|8||E||ripiendi queis fruentur|
alii, nec it Mens libenter.
|9||V||era Tetimonia Tetes|
reddant lætos, fala Mætos.
|10||S||is Contentus tuâ orte;
Nec Iunctam cupias Portam Portæ :
Capias Vitam tunc pro Morte.
|Ia. 5. 8.|
the Others Eteem.
Is but refined Imperfection,
Corruption Calcin'd : A Minerall vain,
Where Clay (to be more priz'd) ome Ore doth gain:
Why hould we not employ the bet of Care,|
To learn wherein Truet Contentments are,
And how attain'd ? The Jewellers command
O're Art, is how to Foyle the Diamond
As may add Lutre to it: So, who tries
Les to Eteem of This worlds Flatteries,
Sets higher Value on the Other, where
Perfection proves th'Eternall Jeweller.
Mirificuque hodie nacitur Ille Puer.
Ne Peregrinetur Factus Peregrinus & Idem et,
In Cunis Stabulum Glorificatque uis.
Ne pro Delictis Proavi plectatur, amara
Pocula fert, alio non patienda Modo.
Exul ut è Cælis Migrans terraq; Mariq;
Iactatus, tenebras Mortis, & Ima petit,
Nos ut urgamus Sancti, quoque Luce fruamur
Æterna, Atriferas incolit Ille Domus.
|Læta Dies Cunctis, Mors quâ calcanda receβit,|
Nacitur in Domibus dommodo Vita uis:
Plena Dies Lucis Verum quâ clarius extat,
Et Fali Fucum tollitur Omne Genus:
Fauta Dies in quâ Via ternitur Omnipotentis,
Error & aufertur; Clara, Beata Dies.
Awardeth unto Mine
Though't may eem ill,
I am reolv'd to undergo,
Nor to His purpoe once ay no,
But Moderate both Mind and Will:
And Conquering th'Rebellions of Sene,
Place all content in true Obedience.
Thus I create it good
Thus when our God will frown, if we weigh it
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occaioned upon the Death of a dear Friend.
Againt my Naked Ston,
Sithence the Decree of late was Thine
To take away My Sheltring Vine !
Well, let them blow,
Thus to my Hart
Sowers and worts Creation:
Who Leven'd by his Father, thence
Becomes all Diobedience;
No thought, no word, no action He|
Contrives, can own Integrity
To Him that made Him, for by Deeds
As Words and Heart, his growth's in weeds,
Which whilt neglected doe expres
Gods Grace, but Man's unfruitfulnes:
Now if again man would bear Corn,
He mut himelf a Weeder turn.
Deferr revenge, but 'tis true love in Man:
And when with open hand we would expres
Our Bounties Tribute, ome tyle't Lavihnes:
But They mitake, as farr as thoe depie
All teps whereby an Other Man doth rie;
Yet think they have Love too; and boat no les
Than that She is their contant Patrones:
If Her Decrees be not to eek her own
Praie, (as not eemly) whither are uch blown,
As thus would tempt Her anger, when 'tis taught
She is not to be mov'd to an ill thought,
But's ever plea'd, and doth rejoyce to ee
Truth it in Triumph o're Iniquitie:
As She utains, and is contented till
With what wind blows, o doe her hopes ails fill,
When from the windows of Beleef doth breath
A teady Gale, t'advance her coure beneath:
Till by the Saints tranplanted, and above,
She's Moor'd within that Port, and call'd True Love.
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Like Night to Dayt, or foyles that Raie
The Lutre of the Diamonds praie:
Such, and no other Vertue Lies
Hid in th'approach of Contraries.
Knowledge of what was Good, and what was bad:
Yet through the Ill of Nature become blinde,
I followed Sin, and left thy Fear behind:
By which I forfeited a Bleing , till
Thou of thy Mercy, free and Gracious will
Sign't me a Pardon in that tyle, Repent,
That o I might avoid all Punihment.
Thus then rows'd up and wak'ned, I began
Thy Judgments, Bleings, Love, and Fear to skan:
And in a Scoale when I them all had waigh'd
Methought I lov'd Thee till, till was afraid.
As That to Fear, o grant This move
My Trembling Heart, till It retain
Some Sparks of heat and life again;
Sithence My Creation-Fuell's don
Lighten again the Turf by thine own Son.
Small hopes of This, unles I may
How's that attain'd ? By heat, not cold,|
'Tis that the Bounteous Marygold
Diplayes its Treaure ; and kinde Showers
(Not Frots) befriend both fruit and Flowers:
Thaw then my Breat till't open Zeal,
And let my Eyes thoe ighs reveal
In rain, that my Affections may ubdue,
So from my Old Congeal'd Clot raie thoughts new.
As doth the Cyprian-Queen out-light a Starr.
That Thou thy elf hat turn'd to Brick thy Clay:
But that Thy Hopes are built upon
His Promie once ent Fountains out of Ston:
Wherefore to Sacrifice to Gods deire,
Mans Heart mut be the Altar, Sighs the fire.
Crutches and Stools are fram'd for Arm and Hand
To ret upon, let uch attempting hall
Without like Props occaion them to fall.
| What are the Sons of Adam ? if we try,|
Condemn'd to Lamenee and to Infancy
Through Sin, and o diabled to Pace
The Paths of Vertue, tread the Steps of Grace;
Till God of's Mercy pleaed to Confer
A tanding tool, as if from th' Carpenter,
Though He himelf was Artit, and did frame
This Remedy for Thoe were Weak and Lane:
So that without a farther Inquiition,
We All were, and are uch, Chrit's the Phyition.
Porches unto that Great Infermery,
Where Divers Cures are fought for; yet not one
Attain'd but through an Angels Motion,
Grace powred on the Heart; which who o can
Improve, becommeth traight a perfect Man:
But Thoe who Opportunity neglect,
Mut not an other Saving help expect.
For as the Cripple Thirty eight years lay,
And had done more, had not Chrit come ith' way :
So whilt thee powr'd out waters we would try,
Others tep in, Prophane their Sanctity.
Luts both our Ears, and Eyes, and Palates charm:
Through Notrils and by Fingers we doe harm;
And 'caue all over Leprous and defil'd,
We'd fain be clean'd, to health be reconcil'd,
Yet cannot get o oon into this Tide,
Afford us of that Jordan from Thy ide.
Ocule, quid Lachrymaris ?
Cur in Pectore ingultus ?
Cur Mærore madet vultus ?
Quî fit, gemitu plangecis
Cor, ut i integrum non ees ?
Cum, quo hic fruamur toto
Notro non in Dei voto.
Ejus et uffragii, ortem
Dare, Vitam dare & Mortem.
Mortis certitudo, brevem
Vitæ Curam reddit levem :
Et pot Mortem, it levamen
Quod Vivetur emper tamen :
Nec menurâ quâvis, horæ
Vepertinæ, vel Auroræ
Metitur : æternâ Luce
Sed (hæc dicta Dies) duce:
In quâ, cum gaudeat omnis Sanctus,
Luctus itat, ileat planctus :
Pœnam (hic) quâ laboramus
Somno Mortis nam mutamus :
Et quid mali hora dedit,
Gaudio Sempiterno cedit.
Qui ic mutant, invidendos
Sentio olos : non deflendos.
|è contra||Pectora Peccatis data,|
Cor corruptum, Ora lata,
Animam infectam Malis,
Nox dum equitur fatalis,
Lugeat, doleat Omnis Tales.
Or Time become true Chronicle of love ?
And o allay the Fury, tint the Rage
Or madnes doth predominize this age ?
When for to Ranome Man, whoe leat Offence
Was character'd in Diobedience,
He who knew no Sin came, that, to fulfill
The Mercy Statute of His Fathers will:
Thus He forgave, and gave, to let us know
What to our Very Enemies we ow,
By His Example; and decrees this fate
To the Poterity unfortunate
Of too-beleeving Adam, That They mut
Give themelves over to no other Trut
Than what His Word aures; nor to make les
That firt of Sins, Create them numberles
In Envie, Malice, and Ambition,
But joyn to Charity Contrition
For by-pat faults, and reolutions raie
To pend the future in our Makers praie:
Obey Him firt, then Thoe His Glorious Powers
Shall ubtitute for our Superiours:
And with our own Condition whatome're
Content, enjoy a full Harmonious Sphere;
Leaving no Orb for Dicords fond increae,
Sithence He that's born for us was Prince of Peace.
What to return for that His God betows;
But as Properities increae, goes les,
I'th' retribution of Thankfulnes:
His eyes not open but with Clay made dim,
Renders that Miracle, not wrought on Him,
Remains o tupid, but where Faith's declin'd
Int' unbeleef, uch are for ever blind:
Now that I may like Judgment till prevent,
By entertaining True-Souls-Nutriment,
Not Poyon: let Example purr me on
To take the Cup fill'd with Salvation;
And t'praie his holy Name that did prepare
Such Cates for thoe heavie and Laden are,
Sins Dromidaries wift by Nature led
To run to Evil, here unburthened
By One who bore both Croe and hame, to free
The Pliant branch of Eves poterity:
(So have I tender Saplings een unbroak,
When Tempets have o'r-turn'd the turdier Oak:)
And if in Sacrifice we'd pae degrees,
The bet for acceptation's from the knees,
Outward and inwardly expret; whereby
To notifie unfeign'd Humility;
For uch deny to hew repentance thus,
Surely forget Chrit came from Heaven to us:
And thoe of that hort memory may know
Their Portion's here; They hall not to Him go,
Who's Riches, Rayment, Food, and all Relief
To them Contemn this World, make Him their Chief.
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|Though All mut truly ay, They've done amis,|
Yet there Goes more than Ord'nary to This:
For He that would not make the banquet ower,
Mut form His Relih to his SA V I O U R.
Behold Here from the P E L I C A N S Bret prung|
A tream of precious blood to feed her young.
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So eaie is the uit our Lord doth crave :
Yet with the healed Creeple, back He'll call thee,
And bid Thee, Sinn no more, let wore befall thee.
Of Man, hould dedicate the ame
To God, who first Created it: and t'give
To Him the firt fruit of that Span we live ?
In the worlds Infancy could Hannah tell,
Was Abrams long expected eed
Let hame awake us and where bleings fall,
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Where am I then ; whom God hath deign'd to bles|
With hopes of a ucceeding happines
Unto My houe ? Why is't I tand
At th'Altar with an Empty hand ?
Have I no Herds, no Flocks, no Oyl,
What Temporall Bleing's wanting to uffice
Which if I hould not doe, that pil'd-
Wherefore accept, I pray thee, this
Grant, with his Dayes, thy Grace increae, and fill
Had we not need to beg more time were Lent;
And not to uffer This too, to be gon,
Becaue abu'd through upertition ?
A knife to cut with's good, but if to kill
It be abu'd, why then we deem it ill.
All things are made for ue; Abues came
But as Uurpers to deprave the ame:
And in ome kinde or other all we do,
Speak, think, or have, thoe have their morals too.
Our Pampred Bodies oft uch thoughts put on,
That they become like to proud Ieuron :
And when our minds from full Cups are expret,
They're like to Baltahazzer's at His Feat:
Our Actions too, laden with Temporall good,
Cannot permit t'apire at Spirituall food;
But over-fed, we urfet, and becom
Like to the Beat in all things, ave being dumb:
Tongue-tide we are not, when we would expres
Our Enmity, from th'root of Bitternes:
Nor yet uncharitable, unles in this,
To judge that thoe who hunger doe amis,
And uch as thirt too, whilt our Cups run o're,
And Bellies are made Magazines of tore.
It hould be otherwayes, if we would hun
The heavie doom of ad Temptation;
And as the Meat and Drink of Faith, prepare
A Holy-Fating-anctifying Prayer,
Cook'd from our Corner'd hearts, and not the treets,
A Sacrifice Incen't with Love for weets.
And thus performing what is Lent aright,
We'l fear no Schimatick, nor Anchorite.
All that I am is at a Period
How to be fitly dret,
And o t'become a worthy Guet;
For 'tis prepar'd alone
For uch as have the Wedding garment on,
Which through Guilt I want,
And all my Subtance t'buy one is too cant.
Make Me a Pure then, from His Sacred Score,
For like the Man met Theeves, we all were left
|Rev. 7. 3.
Thus now upon Recovery agen,|
Bound up in His Grave-cloaths, brought to our Inn,
And Earnet left, to prove
His high Compaion and Love:
What care hould be t'expres
In all our future Actions thankfulnes ?
Which no way's better pent
Than in partaking right this Sacrament:
Which, without Cleaned hearts, and mindes that Can
Whereto (I pray Thee) o much mercy add,
Is open drawn
By the Gray-fingred Dawn,
To let out light,
And bid good Morrow to the Teeming Day:|
So let all Darkned thoughts Through Sin,
Their Powers, that led them in a blind-fold way:
And Row'd up from ecurity,
Bring better fruits unto Maturity.
For now the Fragrant Eat
Then as This Prince of Heat doth rie,
Thus now it's cleere,
Let us not therefore in diguie|
Seek, or Bravado,
To hadow as if under Maskerado
So many faults and Villanies,
Knowing that He who made the Light,
Cannot Himelf be detitute of fight.
But though His Providence
But like ome ound
Wherein no certain Note is found,
Without Harmonious Love;
What do we ee then more, than through a Glas ?
We may with Eloquence
For if provok'd we be,|
We'll not forgive;
Forget the wrong we did receive,
Though it be Love's decree;
Untill we can work our revenge in wo.
The Churle, whoe paring skill
An Other, Envie-woln,
This Muhrum may appear,
Unles reviv'd again
But if Affection|
To Truth prevaile,
And ay ,
No Suffering hall turn the Scale,
Nor yet promotion:
This Night will turn into eternall Day.
Both when and how to ow,
That promie may to them the Mot increase.
And by the everall Seaons, Change, or Wain,
Nor do they earch o deep as for a Mine
And doth not great neglect and loath appear
Whilt that the Fallows of their hearts, untill'd,
For when the Bells do eem all In to Chime,|
This is ome Holiday;
So never frame a work unto the time.
All that they pray, or hear, or read, or do,
Before the Reverend Preacher can divide
An Other gets a Point by th' end, and may
As when a Soil's prepar'd with art and Care,
So let our Hearts be throughly wed of Sin,
|Temporum Vitia||Careant Dei amicitia|
|à quo||per quem||
Dentium * Candor
Copiæ & ubertati|
Paci & tranquillitati
Sanitati & temperiei.
Let no good Chritian leee
So much of heat and Zeal,
As not for to Remember
That blet day of December:
And what to Shepheards Angels did reveal,
Which doth of right Claim lay
To All that ever Man can write or ay.
A Saviour's born for Us,
And hall my frozen heart
But may be aid to burn,
It hath healing wings to Cure|
Not for reward, but to make up the breach,
Which o repair'd 't is we
Mut make it good 'gaint Satans Batterie:
Whereto belongs this Care
Stooping unto the Publican,
Who tood afar off; and didt daign
To give, that He might ask again:
(For not the Outward-beaten-bret,
Nor down-cat-look could make Him blet ;
But 'twas thine own Power did controul
His former Vice, tamp New His oul.)
Methinks I am o far et free
From all Sins bonds and Tyrannie,
As that rai'd up in hopes; no More
I need Zacheus Sycamore:
But (though a Dwarf in Grace) conclude
I ee Chrit 'bove the Multitude
Calling me down; as if to ay,
He meant to be my Guet to day;
And (though a Sinner) crown My wih;
Bringing an Olive-branch for's Dih.
|This is a true aying, That Chrit came, &c.||Tim.1.1,|
Alwayes o prone to Novelties,
That we are caught : and what is done or aid,
Tickle, till we have uttered;
Yet aleep whilt this True aying's come,
(Or ele with Zachary truck dumbe
Through incredulity) although 't expres
In it the height of our unworthines:
And this the Scope , That He was 'nointed King
Although he govern'd every thing,
Contented was of's foottool t'make a throne
Where He might work Salvation,
And o is a true Jeus; nor doth thus
Become unto the Righteous,
But to Thoe likewie who through ins decree
Condemned were to Mierie,
Amongt whom the Apotle, whilt he'averrs
Himelf as chief, o little errs:
What hould we Judge our elves to be, whoe all
Of Life is but Apocryphall,
Les than the leat of Mercies: yet again
When in our ills we not remain,
Goodnes hall caue that Scepter to ditill
All aving Grace into the will;
So that repair'd by this, forgiv'n by that,
We may thus far be Conolat,
That Princely Clemency, and wonted love,
May both the Crime and guilt remove:
Then though the chiefet of the Chief we bee,
If we repent, this Vere may et us free.
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And Shadow back my Souls Deformitie,
Thou'lt pleae me better far, than that which can
Return a Raven White, or black a Swan:
For if thou houldt like to thy elf, rubb'd ore,
Give All for Moteles that comes Thee before,
I might upect, (that jutly) whilt thou'rt et
To me 'n diameter for Counterfeit,
So horrid black my Concience doth preent
My Guilt-complexions Night Firmament,
Not Tincel'd with one Star of Grace, or Spark
Of Goodnes, but Sin-clouded o'r and Dark.
How hall I then preume to Claim a right
In any Dawn of Mercy and of light ?
Unles My Faith give credit for the Loan;
And o Gods Son lend from th'Reflection
Of His Bright Merits, o much power to ay,
My Pardon's eal'd, and Night is turn'd to Day:
And then, and not before, I may eem dret,
When His Great Favour, my Great Sin's confet.
Returns the Hinde an Autumn interest
For all His care and Labour: nor denies
To be uncloath'd, to deck his Grainaries:
So doth the Youthfull Vine thoe Prunings own,
When as her Bloomes are to Cluters grown;
Nor (to hew thanks) doth pare her blood to pill,|
That o the Planters Veels She may fill.
This Vegetable Lecture may indeed
Cat a Bluh o'r me, whoe return for eed
So far fals hort, as not for every one
To bring an Ear; but for a whole Seaon none,
No not that Corn again was left in trut,
And Harrowed up under My barren Dut:
But pregnant Nature doth o rule and raign,
That with wilde Oats She Choaks the better Grain;
And where My Gratefull Heart hould dye my Prefs,
It's all Bemeared with unthankfulnes.
Nor can a Thought, a Word, or Act proceed
Out of My Clay, that turns not traight to Weed:
And for My Fruits, ere Ripenes is begun,
Abortive-like, They wither in the Sun
Of Self-Conceit: Lord prune once more this Vine,
And Plow this Ground, let the Figtree's doom be Mine. Luk. 13. 7.
Fond Man conider, for that Emblems you:
This Day brings humane fleh under Death's yoke,
And yeterday I aw a Pitcher broke.
Our Forms are different, Subtances the ame:
The ubtil Artit doth both Veels frame
For Honor and the Contrary ; and thus
Our great Creator moulds and fahions us.
If we would then our Makers praie et forth,
We hould take Care to become Thoe of worth.
heri vidi, &c.
Onely with th'Gloworm ympathie,
To light the Pimire to his bed,
When it through toil and labour's wearied ?
Doth not the Bank of Mos appear
Have not the wanton Fairie-Elves
Cannot a Spangle, Pin, or Bead,
'Tis from no other, but from hence
Awake and See: Let Sin no more
Let this Fale treaure, vapour, park|
Of candid dew, hine in the Dark,
And the Bejewel'd worm Echew
The morn, left that her Diamonds prove untrue.
But Let Thy Lutre Foyl-les be,
Who not on Bords or Mats did lie,
He is that Light which doth convay
'Twas He alone; whoe wounded ide
No weat, no Travail, grief nor Pain,
Wherefore if Thou mak't ue of this
If by reflection thou return,|
Sighings unfeign'd, for ighes, and burn
In Zeal: no Falifi'd delight
Can e'r deprive thee of thy ight.
But with the eye of Faith thou Mait behold
A Crown Immortall priz'd 'bove puret Gold.
And let no Fancy-vapour teer
Thy Contemplation t' think that peace is neer,
Whilt war in words we doe bemone,
There's nothing les left in Intention.
England that was, not Is,
Which how to bring to pas,
If all the Span|
Lent here to Man
To Pilgrim in,
And in Times Kalendar enrol'd,
God hould but Skan,
What might He finde for weight and Meaure,
But Pounds and Pecks of this and t'other evil;
No one markt to His Praie,
But pent or old
For Profit, or in Pleaure:
And by Retaile
Unto the Fleh, the World, the Devil.
If the Immene
Here am I lot,|
Yet o much cot,
Wherein the debt
Would wel-nigh drive into depair,
Had not the Mot
Of me been dros, and o unfit
To take the tamp of any Grace or Good;
Untill he that made all,
Did to repair
My Crackt etate, and knit
By His pain;
To et again
That Breach for Balm, His precious Blood.
Captives ye know
Not what I will|
Or doe My fill,
Not Reaons Fecue hall direct;
But with that Skill,
Thy Gracious Mercies hall infue
To make me truly enible of thoe;
Whilt I the Fetters break,
And o detect
That which did me abue,
My Young years,
Which were light,
Too void of fears,
That o I might the ret for Thee compoe.
To eek and finde
Againt all thoe
He deems his Bodies good, or Goods oppoe!
And winks at uch as Hazard Soul and Minde.
Nothing of late
And how Comes this,|
But that we do
Or utter what's amis
In every thing;
Making Each Fancy Lord, each Will a King,
And all that Checks not Reaon, Treaon too ?
Were't not more wie,
Our Lut, our Pride,
Cat firt to lay a ure Foundation,
Then raie the Fabrick ; Confident hereby
T' aign't a term of perpetuity:
While Leer Artits failing of that Care|
And skill, erect them Catles in the Aire,
An Element uncontant, which betrayes
To Ruine whatoever there thoe raie.
Such, and no Other are They, o profes
To add by Reformation, happines;
Yet want the Bais for to build upon
To make it lat, Humiliation;
When others eemingly cat on the flore,
Yet are reform'd no better than before:
So here Foundation without Building is,
And there a Building on a Precipice.
Wherefore let me be humbled firt, and then
Receive the bleed Tydings of the Day:
Not of a Foxes Cubb, whoe guile might be
A promie of ucceive Tyrannie.
Nor o' th' Victorious Eagles farr-pread wing,
The chiefet of the Worlds parts covering:
But of a Lamb that's yean'd, a Childe that's born,
No Spectacle of Glory, but of Scorn;
For in the houe of bread, This Bread of life,
For us, is come to Ioeph and his wife:
And though the City David's were, therein
His Son no Throne Poees, but an Inn.
|Luk. 2. |
Iohn I. 20.
I Cor. 6.
There thou mait finde him, at whoe mean, low birth,|
The mightiet Potentates of all the Earth,
Nay Oracles, are ilenced and gon,
Nor longer erve the Devils deluion.
The Delphian Fiend confees, He's o'rcome.
And by an Hebrew-born-Childe tricken dumb.
The Letters of th'Old Law effaced are,
Down falls the Statue of great Jupiter,
With th'Twins, and their nuring Beat: which hour
Of prodigies, roue up the Emperour,
Who thus farr in the dark could ee, t'erect
In honor of th'Almighty Architect,
An Altar in the Capitoll to's Son
Firt-born, with the ole dedication.
If Light thus thorow darknes hone, why is't,
That thou who hat the Gopels beams, the mit
Of errors cant not diipate, but till
Becom't idolater in doing ill ?
How doth thy Pride and Envie hatch deceit,
And fond Ambition raie thee in conceit
Of thine own worth, when all uch honors can
But dres thee up more tately Beat, no Man ?
The Serpents brood like Twins doe alwayes Pare,
Which by Thy beatly humors fotered are:
Thy tongue no more thy hearts cros-row doth pell,
Than if thou were't an Other Oracle:
Be ilent then, nor longer more prophane
That Holy Temple, for which thou art tane;
But let the Lambs blood wah away the tains
And Characters were written in thy veins
By thy firt Parents, and which ithence thou hat
By thy Endevours into Volumes cat,
Throw down thy elf for Him who meekly came
Into the world for thee, a Childe, a Lamb,
Born to be Slain for thee, yet lain before,
To make the Victory and Conquet more.
Humility's a Childe; a Giant, Pride;
Goliah from the hand of David dide :
So though like Foes, thy ill Affections grow
Unto immenity, a Powerfull throw,
Out of the Sling of Faith, of Hope, and Love,
May all that Montrous-uncouth-brood remove.
Then mait thou raign without upition, free
As Pharoah did, till this Nativitie:
Then hall thy Concience oraclie thy Fate,
Than was Augutues more Fortunate;
Nor in the Capitoll,|but in thy Hart
Erect an Altar to Him, let each Part
Expres thou art awake, and eeing cant tell,
That now Salvation's come to Irael.
Chriti caua multavit.
|Mat. 2. 16.|
Infanda Infantum Laurea Pœna dabat.
Their Portions have
Of Sorrow, Sicknes, and the Grave:
Why hould the wort repine,
Though Thou lock't up their chiefet joyes in ret ?
Joyes, here but Lent,
This the unthrifty coure we take,
Thee againt adnes are
Who ton'd St. Stephen, Pyrrha was their Mother.
Lux hodierna refert, Atra loquantur Ave.
Where Pimires numerouly doe range;
And you'll conclude, no fight o quick to try
Ditinction in Thoe Creatures indutry.
See but a hower of motes that eem to beat
This, and much Les is Man, whoe numerous fry
Singling out One, to hew at once the room,
What can be here return'd ? the full expence|
Of a whole Summers toyl and providence,
Or uch a pack of lighter Merchandize,
As in the Sun delight to exercie ?
Thee, and no better are what we can raie,
Yet Lord, here be my Creditor, and lend
taxing their Subjects.
Saith God the Lord: Hear what he peaks agen,
Whoe Children if you'ld all accounted be,
(O Iraels Princes) leave off cruelty:
And let your judgements, Jutice o put on,
That there be no room for Oppreion:
Neither exact from thoe who call you Lord,
More than your needs require, their powers afford.
Solamen Verbum Nocte dieque uum.
Let not the reins of youth,
So lacken in me till,
T'enthrall and Captivate my thoughts to Ill,
Much les my Deeds : but as thy Son
Neither let words that die when poke,
Place a Sentinell before
Thus may my thoughts and words, which uher on|
My Deeds to Action,
By Thy Divine Power purg'd from th' dros of Sin,
Pave me a Golden Tract to Progres in:
Which if thou crown with grace too, let appeer
Dormant, yet watchfull, ceaing never heer.
Luke 1. 78.
Et Sol Intitiæ Oritur,
Quâ curet Vanitatem,
Ideo Qui timet Omen Inferni,
Metuat Nomen Æterni;
Et abit prævaricari,
Si velis Sanari.
Commemoratione dignam exitimes
Si Hanc prætereas ? in quâ Mirabilis
Acta est benignitas Liberationis,
Qualem qui comparet Antiquis eculis,
Parem inveniat nuquam in Atavis,
Gigantum licet repetat Fabulam,|
Quâ Cœlum Ipum tultitiâ petitur;
Mons uper Montem palam otenâitur,
At hìc ad Centrum uque & Infernas
Terrarum nigras itur Cavernas:
Monet apertâ fronte malities,
Sed cæca jugulat, neque à pendente
Malo, quam à periculo latente
Tam dirum Nefas; munit Conditio
In quâ prævalida tet admonitio.
Serpens Innocuus dummodo tuendus,
Quoniam Reptilis facilè fugiendus
Herbarum ub umbra conditus metuendus.
Cui nec diβimiles Dolos fuie
Nos ubterraneos, Quos latuie
Uque ad Vigiliam Diei feti,
Memineris in quâ manifesti
Amoris Divini patuêre Radii.
O ! i mihi faveat Arcadiæ
Terra, vel Nemus, ut inveniam in Illis
Quibucum notare Diem: Lapillis,
Utì mos Veterum, nec mihi Rubro
Tinctus it Calamus atramento,
Cum Luceat dies & à anguine Liberata:
Nigroque carbone notata
Nuquam Conveniat; nam licet Atra
Machinatio Ita & Tartarea
Frutavit Hanc Dominus, & Tenebrarum
Orcum fugavit Lumine Gratiarum.
Tutior Anglia ut in poterum ies
Cordibus Gratis notetur Dies.
Peccatis Placeant parcere; quantulum
Parcæ Temporis & cedere poteris
Vitæ Limitibus velint
Telis in addant.
Contemptu in habeat Splendida Seculo in
Dum mane et fugiat Machina Tartari,
Drawn from Creations line,
To Blazon Providence divine;
The Worm, the Snail,
The Ant, the Fly,
Bet make dicovery
What Adam did entail
On His poterity.
To dwell with Dut and Clay,|
Which Symptome may
Mans Low condition,
That without intermiion
Heaps up with care
What here is got,
And Ignorant knows not,
Thee Tranitory are,
Nor hall endure, but rot.
What was Domitians game,
And doe we break our eae,
Which by afflictions tri'd,
Pupureo Decoratis erat; Victuque Superbo
Gaudet & Aβiduis Dapibus; nec umptibus ullis
Parcitur, Ingluviem Queis poβit pacere Fœdam,
Sed Mare Conulitur Totum, & longinqua Potetas
Terrarum excutitur: nec non Iunonia Regna
Addunt Ingenuis cumulatim prœmia Menis:
Nec deerat, nii Flammiferens Ignique futurus,
Mortuuus Ite tamen, Somno Lethale epultus
Dicitur——— nil aliud- - - -
No other name (in Scripture) although clad
In Purple: who delitiouly did fare
Daily, for which there neither Cot nor Care
Was par'd, to feed his Gluttony with tore,
Of what the Seas could yeeld when Galed ore;
And whatome'r both Earth and Air afford,
Seem'd heaped Tributes to his quainter bÝrd:
So that no Element to his deire
Was Niggard, ave what was reerv'd, the Fire.
Yet this man Died, and on that leepy core
Was Buried — and no more- - - -
There was an Other, whom pare Diet made
To welcom in
The Morn, firt open'd are;
Grant that my Heart may early acrifice
To Expiate for Sin,
And mutring up Thy Favours and Its Crimes,
Cahiere the One, let th'other tand enrold
To evidence at full that Time of Times
Wherein Thou Ranom'dt me, who once was old.
Let all the Drowie Vapours Pret
Caue (I beeech thee) that moit dew
Obeying no heat ave what did proceed|
From that mot Righteous Sun, whoe beams alone
Were of full Power to refine the deed
Our Parents Dros'd by their Corruption.
And as My Armes unfolded tand,
Thus tane by th'hand by His whoe felt
Now if my Eyes, my Heart, my Head, my Armes,
| IF I mut needs Dicover|
I am in Love: be Chrit again my Lover,
And let His Paion bring
My Actions to their touch and cenuring:
Who in this world was born,
Liv'd in it, and was put to death with corn,
That I to Sin might die
Being born again, o live eternally:
Thus I'l no longer make
Addrees to my Glas for this Curles ake,
Or that quaint garb, whereby
I may enchanted be with flattery:
Nor on Luxurious vow,
Becircling Roe-buds eek to Gird my brow:
But with a melting thought
Bring home that Ranom whereat I was bought,
Of that ame Platted Crown He once had on.
And when my Glove or Shoo
Want Ribbond, Call for th' Nails that pierc'd Him too:
Ele farther to be dret,
Borrow the Tincture of His naked bret:
Nor wah, but Soul Pride,
Then ue no other baon than His Side:
So, up and ready, think
How He, for Me, low in the grave did ink,
That I again might rie
With Him, who was both Priet and Sacrifice,
To make atonement in
The Difference 'twixt his Fathers wrath, Mans in;
Whereto it mut remain,
That I through Faith requite this love again.
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Et in omnium
Denique quicquid bonorum ex
omni munificentia & ingulari
providentia largiri dignetur
O nanipotens, petere conentur;
quid aliud nii viventem inter
Mortuo; querimus ?
Mortis amaritudine relicta
Vita fælicitatis fruamur æternâ
Vitia vitemus ut pote ad
mortem æternam du-
centia, & Amphoram
Nequitiam in nobimetipis necemus,
Ut beneficia Reurrecti acquiramus.
Decendamus per pænitentiam pro peccato in notro-
rum iporum Contemptum,
Ut Acendamus per benevolentiam humilitatis ipius
Sic reponum habeamus,
Quando Sponum videamus,
Ut depoito Terretri
imus induti cum cæleti,
Et epoitis in epulchro Carnalibus,
Non illic peretur frui piritualibus.
Fælices ter. & amplius,
Sed veriùs de talibus dici potet
Qui Peccato ita Mortui fuerint
Vt imul cum Chrito quam certiβimè reurrexe-
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Nothing to fear (whom all things were et under)
But was Created by perfections pattern,
And o above all hopes: till he whoe Pride
Sent him like Lightning from the place of Blis,
To become Prince of Darknes, (which alone
Proves Nure to Envie and Maliciounes:)
Drownd in his hopeles Fortunes, eeks all means
To make fond Man partaker of his woe
By Deprivation, not of Paradie
Alone, but of the glorious Makers preence;
And of thoe Viions Beatificall,
The Banihment from which, is Held to be
The Chief of Torments threatned for degree:
So 'twas decreed, to harpen Satans Crime,
Sweeten Gods mercy : t'caue his Comforts les,
Gods glory to appear by much the more;
And therefore mark how't fals out; Man's alone,
So God provides him for Companion
Part of himelf, a help, but uch, whoe skill
Fit to receive the ubtil Serpents guile,
And help to cheat too, when the ubject's, Pride,
Ambition, or the like, what ere's forbidden;
As traight betrayes him to the greatet offence
He could have faln in, Diobedience.
Now whilt he eeks to know, hee's Ignorant,
Yet knows more than he hould, That he was nak'd,
Gen. 1. 26.|
Gen. 1. 28.
2 Pet. 2. 4.
Luke 23. 2,
1 Tim. 2.5.
And o provides him Leaves to Cover that|
Which without Leave he thus was tript into,
Nor rets he there ecure; it eems the guilt
Of what he had done, preented as a glas
His Souls deformity through Nakednes,
In not beleeving God, (whoe Voice but heard)
They Boldly enter thickets, though afraid:
Hence may that Paion count its age, and then,
What antidote precribable, ave hope,
That till Looks forward, 'les in Promies
Which calls the thoughts back, to ee what hall come:
And this mut work by Faith, and Faith recall
The firt Seducers Doom, (to be o'rcome
By the ame exes Iue, was o'rcome firt
Which is the ubtance of our wih'd Deires,
And Evidence of what each oul admires,
Yet ees not, though thereby Salvation's wrought,
And Grace to win it; Abence prompts the minde
To Incredulity; till faithfulnes,
Grounded upon thoe Promies ne'r fail)
Aures it elf of Pardon and forgivenes,
Through him that was accu'd, condemn'd and died,
Yet Lives to try, and Judge hereafter all.
By whoe alone ufficiency of Merits,
And interceions as our Mediator,
There is found ground and Ankerage for Hope
To Stretch the Jutifying Cable on;
When all that ever from our elves proceeds,
Avails us nothing, but t'increae mideeds:
Yet as a Body without motion,
Or pirits quickening, o Faith alone,
Without ome operative concurrences
Is Dead, not Lively, but a Dream or Shadow,
Chimera, or uch like, wherein we eem
To have ome fancy-glimmerings of the truth,
Yet not beleeve it, nor o much awake
As t'apprehend Chrit and his benefits:
So uit our works according to his will,
Whoe will it was to uffer that which we
Deerved had: and t'undergo the wrath
We jutly had pull'd down upon our elves.
The outward ene prevails much with our nature,
And every one is apt to apprehend
Some wonders thence: from Lightning, Thunder, Hail,
The tormie Winds and Tempets (without doubt,
Gods warning-peece) laden with Natures Cartridge,
Whereat the very Heathen fear and tremble,
And the Meer worlding is convinc'd thereby
To think there is a God, whilt all the fruits
And benefits the earth repays him with
For all his weat and labour, he acribes
Solely to th'Seaons temperature and bounty,
Not thinking in whoe Fit the deeps and hills are;
And Both (for Nature couples them) impute
What ever good uccees they obtain,
Or health, trength, wealth enjoy, to Caualty,
Chance, or Good Fortune, (as they call it) born
To tread a few teps here, and then return
They know not whither, they beleeve till well:
So how they hould beleeve well, corn to Learn;
When on the contrary, that Soul ubdues
The motions of the enuall appetite,
Which caues urfet upon outward means,
And fixes all Imagination
Up to the Throne from whence all bleings rain,
Luke 23. 47 Mar. 15.39.
Ephe. 5. 2.
Phil. 2. 8.
Mat. 11 29.
Joh. 10. 11.
Rom. 2. 4.
Mal. 4. 2.
Jer. 8. 22.
|And Chatiements but drop, (yet o, as when|
They mollifie, not with their often fall,
They urely doe confound and break withall,
Is in puruance of the Makers praie,
And contemplation of that work of Wonders,
Made the Centurion firt think of God:
It doth beleeve the Sampler, and endevour
To work it titch by titch, whereof uch Love
Was never hewn before, begins the Thred,
Humility and Meeknes econds it;
Charity, Patience, and Long-ufferance
Winde up the Bottom: for thee well Cat o're,
Will perfect Faith, o that it need no more,
To Rie to him that did decend for Us,
And bring his Mercies down to take that rie by,
Craving his Healing Wings to Impe our Feathers,
That o we flagg not through Laines
Towards what good is, nor yet make a plain-
Dicovery that our quarry till is earth,
But like the true-bred Chicken of the Eagle,
With rai'd up Beak behold the glorious Sun,
That Sun of Righteounes, till all the Dark
And mity Vapours that our ins had rai'd
Dipell and vanih at his Merits Rayes.
No Balm from Gilead may refreh and heal
The fetered ores of our Corruptions,
But uch as that Samaritan applyes:
For as our Leprouie through in was grown
To a more cankered Infection
Then Naman, the Ayyrian's, and GaheZies:
There mut another Iordan be found out
To work the cure; a Purple tream of blood.
Flowing out of a precious aving Side,
To wah our Souls white, when apply'd by Faith;
Not onely Seven times, but all that Time
Alots us here to breath in: That Dieae
Compar'd to now, being cur'd, reumes the fleh
Of a young Infant: Here an Infants fleh
And blood not par'd, procures o bright a tincture,
As that no now can parallel for whitenes,
The Lambs blood-wahed Robes, wherein the Saints
Are clad here, firt by Chritian faith and Grace,
And therein dret, hereafter enter glory;
So thenceforth hall we promie happines
Unto our elves in each condition;
When our Aurance, for foundation,
Hath the try'd Corner-tone, and all the fabrick
Is pedetall'd upon thoe precious piles
He bore, and bore him, bidding us bear after.
And by which plenall atisfaction,
The Vials of his Fathers wrath were topt.
God by reproof ends Sluggards to the Ant,
Proud Courtlings to th' Riches of the fields:
And why hould we not think that we are taught
By Love, to love again ? were our hearts iron,
A Loadtone might attract them, and (uch Love is)
Doe the milde Turtles o engage themelves
By Natures mandate, That the los of one,
Denies the other benefit of Like ?
And hall we not reent that benefit
Our Saviour purcha'd for us, quitting Life,
To make ours ure for ever ? Or, how is't
We can urvive, not droop and pine away,
For our offence (which was the caue) we ought,
14.Luke 2. 21.
Luke 23. 26.
Phil. 2. 8.
2 Cor. 5. 15.
2 Cor. 6.4.
John 4. 14.
John 3. 1,
|And the Dominion that in hath o'r us,|
Ele 'tis an other leon Grace intructs,
And that's to entertain his Sufferings
As our enlargement, his Stripes, for our healings;
Embracing all thoe Bounties with uch Souls,
May ready be to melt and to diolve
In tears contritionall for their Corruptions;
Yet rai'd with Comfort of uch Mercies, Riches,
Be fruitfull in the works of Piety
Henceforth, and praies of his holy Name
Who is the Fountain, and mut give the ame,
Unles with Bartimeus we were blinde,
How doe we not perceive the Clay we tread on,
To be the ubtance whereof we were made:
And by the Sun that Attom'd into Dut,
Tells us but what we mut diolve into:
Or like the Shadow repreents us, ee
We not what 'tis, and what we all hall bee ?
That in obervance of our bubble Thoughts,
We till apire, and make our Fancies dance
Within the Imaginary pool of Pride,
Or ea of Self-conceit; This not of Eyes,
But dimnes of the Minde is too too bad,
Wherewith bemited in our apprehenions,
We dream we fathom all perfections,
And yet but grope after the leat of truths,
It may be in the twilight of our reaon,
We offer at obedience to intruction,
And eek to be inform'd: If what we hear
Fly not beyond our pitch, (a great Profeor,
Mater of Irael, once was gravelled
Upon that Shelf) and 'twas through lack of Faith;
Had he but had o much, as t'have compar'd
With that leat Grain of all, no Mountain could
Have bragg'd of firmnes 'gaint his moving power.
But to hew truly what eteem we ought
To et upon our elves, 'tis here et down,
When the prophetick Prince, and Prince of Prophets,
Compares his Royalties but to a Worm;
And by the bet Authority can vouch,
An innocent, and little harmles Childe
Is plac'd for us to imitate: And thoe
Who would apire great bleings of alvation,
For to be Lat is Firt, and Firt but Lat,
Leat greatet, greatet Leat: Epitomie
Our elves, and we become voluminous
In Graces Library: when if we well
With pride of our own Worth, the mallet vent
Un-winds that blather, blating our intent:
And that we may once more Example can,
Conider th'Phariee and Publican.
But if all thee not erve to break our ton
And iron hearts; mark what he Rode upon
Into the City, who Salvation brings,
And when he lifts rides on the Winds wift wings.
Doth the leat cros or rubb we meet withall,
Set our whole little world afire, and raie
Tempetuous motions to diturb the ret
And quiet of our Souls: Prompting revenge ?
And yet behold, our Food and Raiments friend
Led to the laughter, Dumb, and to the Shearers
Without an angry Bleat to hew ditate!
Are we o frozen-handed, that we fear
To open any help to thoe that need,
Upon this cruple, left thereby we eem
Mark 9. 35.
Luke 9. 48.
Luke 18. 11.
Zach. 9. 9.
Gal. 5. 6.
1 Cor. 13.1.
To break the Ice for Merit to tart out at,|
So eek to hare with him in whom all Lies,
As if we knew not that our Faith were lame,
Without this Grace for to upport the ame;
And that if in his Name who fed the hungry,
Cur'd the dieaed, heal'd both Lame and Blinde,
Adminitring (whilt here he was amongt us)
All comforts, for our imitation
And pattern to walk by) we doe refreh
Any the ons of Abraham with water,
A Mite or Ragg may help neceity,
He will accept it, as to him 'twere given,
And the reward or recompence is Heaven.
Call we to Minde when mov'd to any wrath,
How many wayes we daily doe trangres
Our gracious Gods decrees, who as the arcell
Or mater Feather of his Mercies wings,
To raie them above all his other Works,
Abounds in Patience, and delays due Judgment,
To favour our Repentance with more time,
Never forgetting, how He bore the Taunt
That whited Wall cat on him, nor the Buffet,
Scourging, or Spittings on, all that digrace,
Envie, and Malice could contrive for us
Who had deerv'd no les; and then perchance
Such Leons may procure our temperance.
To uffer is a double kinde of phrae,
For o he did that died for us, yet till
'Tis through his ufferance that we are alive,
And uffered to enjoy one benefit;
Whilt by our Evil wayes, what in us lies
We crucifie the Lord of Life each houre:
As when our thoughts forge michief on our beds,
Are not his temples Crown'd anew with thorns ?
Our hands that hould be open to Relieve,
If that they grape more than our own, o thieve
Or work oppreion: and our feet are wift
In hedding Blood too: how doe uch again
Nail his unto the Cros ? our tongues are tipt
With poyon'd Envies and Maliciounes,
Fale lying, landers, all that's impious,
Tuning our Lips to Blaphemy, and looe
Unavoury talk. Doe they not eem to pit
On him afreh ? tearing that window open
With our pear-pointed Dicord, that let in
The Gall-les Dove brought the true branch of peace
And Reconcilement, whilt from thence did flow
A Crimon hower of pure Compaion,
And atisfying mercy in the height,
His Side (I mean) that like Noes Ark had been
Our afeties from the Deluge wrought by him,
And now Remains our pledg, that thoe that flie
Unto that Sanctuary never Die.
We through our Natures weaknes, not of power
To give the Leat of Sufferings reitance,
Although we promie fair, as Peter did,
May here be taught to trut o far to Faith,
Not that proceeds from vain ecurity,
Left then the Crowing-Cock give us the lie;
But uch whereby we are Regenerate,
And Jutify'd, more than bare Law could promie,
As to o'rcome the great't temptation,
And judge the Buffetings of Satan Bleings;
The World, the wildernes, and Every high
Pal. 36. 4.
John 19. 34.
Luke 22. 33,
34.Rom. 3. 28.
Matth. 4. 1.
Conceit of our own worths we are tickled with,|
To be the Mount: Superlative deignes,
As when we pry too far into Gods Ark,
And ift thoe Myteries, 'neath the Cherubs wings,
We eem upon the Temples Pinnacles.
Thus travailing like Pilgrims here a while,
Nothing but dangers and vexations,
Allurements through enticing change, betrays
Us to the nares of His precipit ways,
Whoe Art detructive by enchantments power,
Seeks to encompas us within that circle
He fell himelf into through preumption:
Which to echew, whilt Gods long-uffering, patience,
And charity hewn to his handy work:
His meek Humility, and chief of graces,
Favours us with forbearance; Let's come home
Heri vidi Fragile frangi, } Sen. trag.
Hodie vidi Mortalem mori.}
Quem Dies vidit veniens Superbum,
Hune Dies videt rediens Jacentem, Ibid.
|Whilt 'tis to Day, (for who can tell to|
The morrow hall belong ?) and in that
Tract by the Prodigall i'th Parable,
Rom. 5, 6, 8.
Seek out our Fathers face with love and meeknes,|
And we are ure of his embracing Armes.
For though through Natures ubtilty we have been,
As 'twere, hid deep within the caves of Earth,
Buried in Wordly cogitations;
The Merchant of our Souls did pare no pains
Nor cot in myning through the earths dark vains
To purchae us, o brings again to light.
Yet as pure Gold requires the Finers art,
And Diamonds polihing, and to be cut:
So here He pat the Furnace, and became
Chief Jewe'ler, for 'twas the Blood o'th Lamb,
Not of he-Goats could erve; and if we grinde
Our elves for Sin to powder, we'r Refind'
So as at firt we were, unman'd by her
Should be our help; that till he might o prove
God brings't about, no other Veell erves
To entertain a ghet of o great price,
As that mut Ranome all the world beides,
But of that Sex; and though the news at firt
Strook terrour and amazement, afterwards
It was ole Remedy againt fear: for as
The name of Cæar to the Seaman once,
Prov'd of ecurity, ufficient
To make him put to Sea: So here the Virgin
Aured that 'twas Emmanuel he carryed,
Gave Ioeph courage not t'abandon Her;
But cating Anchor on thoe promies,
To become full of Faith, and by what ere
The Lord uggeted In that Coure to teer.
Thus was time brought abed of what its young
And tender Infancy had onely hewn
By Revelation to the Patriarchs,
Prophets, and men of God; and which now pat,
Upon thee latter Times by Faith is cat:
So he that was before all time begun,
Came in the fulnes, and remains a Son
To mediate with the Father, that our fears
Cancell'd by Faith, we might become Coheirs.
Heb. 9. 12.
The acrifices of the Old,
1 Sam. 17.
Pal. 3. 6.
Joyes Flitting Pleaures, Tranitory Lie,|
Accompanied with much Infirmitie
Below here: whilt without th' allay of wo,
Heav'n for eternity doth thoe betow.
Expoed to the bite and ting of Sin,
Whoe wages, Death, from that ame cure began,
Uhering in need of a Phyitian:
Then did the Great Creator of Mankinde
(And all things ele) a ready Balame finde
To cure thoe wounds, corrupted Nature o
Contracted had for its own overthrow :
Whoe Mercy by a Type, at firt invites
Unto belief the tiff-neck'd Iraelites,
Brings Moes into credit as they pas,
By etting up a Serpent made of Bras,
To foil Sin at's own weapon, and to bring
The future hopes of our recovering
By Him alone who lifted on the Tree,|
A cured Death endur'd to et us free;
His goared head, Pierc'd Side, and Hands and Feet,
With Crown of Thorns, and Spears, and Nails did meet,
That we might tread on Carpets, and become
Coheirs with Him in truet Elizium:
That bitter Cup he did vouchafe to pledg,
For us whoe teeth by ower grapes et on edg,
Were almot helples; mut incite us on,
To eek the liquor of alvation.
Tate Vineger and Gall here firt, and be
Greatly Ambitious of humilitie;
Cat down our elves for him was rai'd for us,
If we deire to rie Glorious.
Bear Croe, be rob'd and hurt, hame undergo,
Pae from Ierualem to Iericho,
There meet with theeves, no healing hopes we can
Expect, but from This true Samaritan.
And prove we to each other till unkinde ?
Doth Paion bear o'r Reaon way,
Making us quite neglect this Paion day ?
Why are we uffer'd o to err,
As not t'remember our Great Sufferer
In Praies due ? who whilt he dies,
Shews what He'd have us doe for Enemies,
Forgive them firt; for thus He ues
Unto His Father for the cured Jewes:
Next, whatoever Croes come,|
To be like Sheep before the Shearers, dumb;
Or Lambs unto the Slaughter led
In Meeknes, not with fury hurryed:
Then through that Conflict he endur'd,
If humbly we beleeve we hall be cur'd;
For it falls hort in other art,
To frame a remedy for uch a mart,
As from the ting of doing amis,
In following Sin to death here heap'd up is:
And to apply this Plaiter, lay it on,
There needs no Others hand, ave Faith's alone.
Death, where is thy ting ?
Grave, where is thy victory ?
As in the Proverb's aid;
And o it comes to pas that they
Conquer are Conquered.
For He who for mans fault aign'd
Death, and a Graves reward,
Was plea'd thoe bands for to unbind,
And o himelf not par'd,
But iuing forth his heav'nly throne,
Vouchafes the Earth to bles,
And became here a little One
To make our Crimes goe les:
Not that our diobedience can
In weight or meaure hrink;
But that this Great Phyitian|
Before us takes the drink,
That bitter Potion we had
Deerv'd to quaff, and thus
He weeps Himelf, and becomes ad
To purchae Joy for us.
And more than o: for every one
Will for his friend lay down
Some park of love: but he alone
His Enemies to crown
Refu'd not Death; o deep from high
His Mercies did extend;
And if you ask the reaon why,
'Twas meer for Mercies end.
Yet that grim Death and mouldy Grave
No longer be His Prion,
Than He himelf alone would have,
He 'bides not there, but's rien.
And if we would as Conquerors rie
With him who vanquih'd thoe,
We mut not fear where danger lies,
For Him all to expoe:
But though the Grave doe open tand,
And perecutions reign,
At Hels deire and Deaths command,
Look on our Sovereign,
His Banner doth preent the Cros
He bore, and bare him too
For us; and we mut count it los
To fail what he did do.
Thus Sin and Hell, the Grave and Death
Mut quit the field and fly,
Whilt in contempt of borrow'd breath,|
We'd live Eternally.
Thrice happy day whereon the Sun
Of Righteounes did rie,
And uch a glorious Conquet won,
By being our Sacrifice:
And as unhappy He, that hall
Not finde the white and bet
Of Stones to mark the ame withall,
And priz't above the ret.
Upon the hopes of his Return.
When as the Cloud that hadowed's blown away ?
Is not each beam He darts then truly aid,
Of triple heat after being equetred ?
The Crimon treaks belace the Damaskt Wet,
Calcin'd by night, rie pure Gold from the Eat,
And cat o fair a Dapple o'r the Skies,
That all the Air's perfum'd with Spiceries:
And hall we think when Jealouie and fear
Are out of Breath, the Day of hope's not near ?
Doth it not bloom already, and untie
That tubborn knot of Incredulity ?
When bloomes fall, we ay our Trees are et,
But o, as may a womb of fruit beget.
Thus when the clumie Winter doth incline
His candid Icicles, for to reigne
To Flora's beauty, and the Spring drives on,|
T'oretake Maturity's perfection,
The Cold o tyrannied had o'r blood,
Is thaugh'd, and each enjoyes new livelyhood:
The Mariner meeting a tres of weather,
That with his Shrowds and Tackle hakes together
His apprehenive thoughts, till they are pent,
And nought but Death and danger repreent :
With what a full Sea of content doth he
Making a Coat embrace ecurity ?
Thee, and much more, Illutrious Sir, become
The Iues of your little Martyrdome,
With whom all good and Loyall hearts did bring
Ambitious heat to joyn in uffering;
For Seas prove calm when as the torm is ore,
And after Cold, warmth is of Comfort more.
Bet Diamonds may have foyles; mitakes have gon
To blemih; yet rai'd dipoition
More plendid in eteem; no more to ay,
You are the Aprill to our future May.
(Not of the Spheres alone)
But that of Righteounes, who hon
Our True-Light, was our Sacrifice.
For 'thad been night|
Dark, Everlating, Dimall, Vaporous,
Entail'd from our firt parents Appetite:
Till by the Power and Might
Of this Light of the world, our Shades took flight.
Death, hell, the Grave
Now that each Orb conenting prove
For without Doubt
QUid in Me conpicuum
Nii Vitium ?
Peccans ab Originale,
Quænam et conceptio Mentis ? vana,
Verba ed (Heu) notra ventis
Facere nec quidquam lubet
|QUid in Tua facie|
Nii Gratia ?
Sed qui Tempus antecedit
At, quod caro factum fuit
Dum quod criptum et loquutus
Qui pro Illis quos creavit,
Of every mans deier, aime, and hope;
Yet He who was the poil of Death (for o
The Syriack renders him) yeelded thereto.
Gen. 5. 25.
2 Kings 4.
And after more than any ele e're aw|
Of Years and Dayes, did at the lat withdraw,
To hew the frail condition here beneath
Of thoe who in their Notrills bear their breath:
So that compar'd unto Eternall blis,
A Shadow, Bubble, Span, all Emblem This.
Why then hould Thoughts be tot to Court uch Clay,
But that Our natures mandate we Obay?
And may doe o, whilt appetite puts on
No other garb 'ave Moderation:
The bounty Ceres from her Golden Ear
Scatters to bles the painfull Labourer,
Comes from above too, yet when ground and bread,
'Tis but our Tabernacle's nourihed,
And that but for a while; the Soul mut be
Beholding to an Other Grainarie;
Not that which Moes Prayer cau'd to fall
To atiate the Iraelites withall;
Nor of uch Barley loaves grew once on earth,
Wherewith Eliha fed ome in a Dearth:
Thee might have hunger after; but Thoe blet
With the True batch of Life may ever ret
So atisfi'd, as with the height of tore,
For uch hall never need to hunger more,
But an Eternall life enjoy, wherein
No dearth or famine is, ave that of Sin:
Plenty and Joyes for evermore dipoe
Themelves to be the Comforters of thoe.
And whilt our Faith makes that a life indeed,
The other eems to trut a broken reed.
Afflictions owre that Temporall bread with Leaven,
Which this is freed of, for it comes from Heaven.
Is not the fabrick or the frame
Of Fancy buied, and each thing tot
And turn'd within the room?
Till we the ame
Can finde again, Is't not a Martyrdom?
Doth Vanity affect us o: yet are
Shall we leave any corner Reaon lends
May not this skill and love in him, require
Mot ure it will: and where neglect denies
ORimur & Morimur,|
Mors & Nativitas imul introeunt:
Quid ergo Gloria Mundi Itius?
Verùm Theatrica ingredi cilicet,
Egredíque emper, Mos fuit vetus,
Et etiam hodie, erítque, donec
Potrema cena peragenda et, in quâ
Simul Omnes iterum partes ut agant prodierint:
Lævaque acies multis Mieriis
Finem imponent uæ Tragœdiæ ;
Dextrum Cornu dum in Choreis
Sponi reonent Epithalamium:
Ambo Epilogum Tragicomœdiæ
Narrent, dum manet Ambos Concluio.
Et properans Tardam præterit Illa Diem:
Sic Horam Alatam uperet modo Plumbea virtus,
Cum juvet in timulos pondere prea uos.
Fallere quam facile et dum non entitur, amio
Pondere tarda rota et, tempora ed fugiunt,
O ! mihi ic Liceat prudenti Corde fugaces
Annumerare Dies, ut mihi Pondus erit.
Sic poem ubito vitam diponere eclo,
Ut renovet Claram Candida era Diem.
Nativity and Obequies
Enter at once; What then is all
This worlds Pomp, but Theatricall ?
For to come out, and to goe in
Hath evermore the Cutom been,
And will be till the latter cene
Summons us all at once again.
Then hall the Left-hand file in Mierie,
Shut up the tory of their Tragedie:
Whilt with a Chorus the Right wing
The Bridegrooms Epithalamie doth ing,
Both giving a Catatrophe
Unto this Tragicomedie.
Would make it eem as guilty of Delay ;
And the wing'd hour out-tretch as conquered
In wiftnes, by the Plummets weight of lead:
The fallacy is eaie, for admit
That weight were off, then time would out-fly it.
O let my flitting dayes o numbred be
By a wie heart, they prove of weight to me:
So may I life dipoe, that in the end
By etting bright, it may a clear Day end.
|Quid Vita Vera,||Quænam Mors certiima|
Soli Mortui - ———
Seducit in Tentationem
Vipote Conditionis notræ
Qui in Peccato remanent.
Vivificat per ui Ipius oblationé.
Vipote Mieriæ notræ & Miericordiæ
Patris quam Memor Chritus.
Veram igitur ut Vitam habeamus,|
A Peccato dehinc abtineamus.
|Moriamur itaque- - ——
Ut Fruamur Vita ———
|Non in ed à Peccato;|
Quæ it & in & à Domino.
So the day weeps for Stephen ton'd.
totam humani Generis tirpem.
Ut parat invitis Pilea certa uis:
Et Novus in vetulo dignatur Parvulus Orbe
Vivere, Nos animis Vetiat Ille novis.
Tempora ic fugiant, Magna et Mutatio ecli,
Non Mutare, uas mutet Adamus Opes.
Let not the Conquered More
O'r thy Affections Tyrannize:
All that This world affords for Ore
But Droie is, nor the leat Mite
|Of happines in Flehly Appetite.|
|The Devill from the firt was tyl'd|
A Lyer, and hath till
Improv'd His malice, o beguil'd
Us as our Parents to his will;
Each Word we utter, Thought conceive,
|Or Act, all erves but t'help him to deceive.|
|No marvail then if Thou wer't bound,|
When 'twas a Threefold Cord,
A Trident michief that doth wound,
Requires a Treble Patience to afford
Relief: with which we here were ped,
|When th'Womans Seed did break the Serpents head.|
|Firt 'twas One God in three Compact,|
Vouchaf'd to work this Cure,
Though't eem'd the Sons alone, this Act,
Both Father and Spirit were there mot ure:
For 'tis without Contention,
|All Three in One work'd Mans Redemption.|
|They were three Wiemen from the Eat|
Conducted by a Starr,
Refu'd no Travail for this Guet,
But came with Preents from afarr,
To Court Heavens Munificence
With Gold, with Myrrh, and Frankincene.
|Thoe three indeed bewitch our ence,|
And what could Men bring rather ?
Faith was in Infancy, and thence
It choe to uit the Gift, I gather,
As whereby t'hew what Dawning 'tis
|That Entertains the Bloomes of our Blis.|
|The Fruit comes after: and that was,|
When He who knew no in,
Condemned, yet contented as
A malefactor Great had bin,
Not onely Born, but born to bear
|Our Crimes, became for men a Sufferer.|
|Suffer He did, and was interr'd,|
And hall fond man refue
To Die for Him; or be afeard
To bear, nay, t'ee his cros, and chue
Rather to pas a moments pleaure
|Here, than partake of uch a lating Treaure ?|
|Shame Roue us, and as He did leep|
Three Dayes within the Grave:
So let our Sins be buried deep,
That They no more Dominion have;
Nor hang like Plummets on our thighs,
|When with our Bleed Saviour we hould rie.|
|Who for our akes this Conquet won|
O'r Hell, the Grave, and Death,
Three that ought Mans Confuion
Till Man-with-God-unite, beneath,
So far prevail'd, as firt to Die,
|Then Roe again to Crown the Victorie.|
The Devils, for Thoe doe o too, and tremble.
He who for Mans redemption was ent,
Will be of true Faith the accomplihment,
As well as framer; and aurance gives,
Though yet uneen, of Large Prerogatives,
As to become Coheirs in that etate
Which He did purchae for th'regenerate:
No Others to be quoted are, but all
Authors beides This One, Apocryphall:
He opens to's the door to true Belef,
Who eeks t'come in another way's a Theef.
To fly aloft,
So covers all the Plah
Or Stream wherein her faler tydings wah,
That none of them more rie,
Upon our Faiths to Tyrannie,
But put to plunge what hift to trie,
Shunning the Hawks pounce, meet the Pole, o die.
Now as In Aqueducts, the ource|
Mut guide the Coure,
And to the ame degree,
Heighthen the reach of its humiditie;
So 'tis but jut and even,
That Benions ent down from heaven,
Should thither rie again in praie,
And fill each Kalendar with Holidayes.
Not uch as wont make red-Ink dear,
Thus whilt for praie we et apart
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This difference in works is known,
The firt is Gods, t'others our Own.
cOr gemitibus rumpatur,
iT ocellis fons, in ore
ferUens precis, cum amore
Nec Legatus rediet vanus.
Forma Cordis, ed infecti
(5) Ob id ani=
mas quai ha-
ut pote & im-
In Fontex Montis (2) Culmina vera fluunt:
Siccantes (3) Vatum atiantur (4) Nectare venæ,
Ne careant animis (5) Carmina digna uis.
Nec careant dum (6) vera ubit victoria, frangit
Serpentem (7) oboles qui Mulieris erat:
Vnde fit ut cunctis virtutum Flumina manant,
(8) Vatidicis (9) Cunctos præmia dumpque manent,
(10) Diluit & (11) iccos, ic Pulvere (12) pargit amorem,
(13) Purpureum: (14) fidas & (15) Diadema capis.
nam, Dignum Laude virum Mua verat mori. (6) Luke 1. 31. (7) Geneis 3. 15.|
(8) Luke 1. 70. 1 Pet. 1. 10. (9) Matth. 10.41. & 5. 12. (10) 1 Cor. 6. 11.
(11) Genusab humo humanum, & adeo in Peccatis volutum, ut omni Gratiatum ucco
prorus vacuum videatur.
(12) Gen.3.19. (13) Luke 22.44. John 19.34. (14) 2 Pet. 1. 3. (15) 1 Pet.3. 4.
Chriti Paio induit Fideles Purpurâ : Reurrectio vero & acenio Coronam addunt Victor-
iæ, ut ita Secum Reges etiam imus participeque Patris Gloriæ.
What wealth each Country, City, houe could how ?
Did that Decree extend but jut o far
As where Cyrenius was Governor ?
Yes ure, where e'r the Roman power bore way,
None could decline the Doom of Syria.
So cam't to pas, that He of David's tem,
Hat'ned from Nazareth to Bethlehem.
With his epoued Mary, and got there|
Of what's before time, Time's th'accompliher:
Nor would the Darknes of thoe Dayes confes
A currency unto uch Preciounes;
But houe and City, Countrey, all three eem
To cat upon thoe Guets the Low't eteem;
And o the other Strangers well may be,
Shuffle thee Friends into the Otlerie.
What doe we les, whilt Emperour-like each one
Bears o're his leer world Dominion,
And freedome hath to tax each Sene, to bring
Its bet of treaure to this Offering:
Yet as aleep, or blinde with Natures light,
We learn to court all Objects ave the right:
And whilt thoe houes hould 'been tricked ore
For Him alone, they'd let in Sin before:
The Cities of our hearts poet with vice,
Will not change garion at any price;
So what the Region of our Souls can grant,
Is, t'appear rich in ill, all good to want:
Yet though this Province, Fort, and Sconces all
Taken, betray'd, and under Satans thrall;
'Tis not preume'd, but that by Faith being led,
All thee may ea'ly be recovered,
Nay, all are won already to that bret,
Prepared is to welcome this new guet.
Saxea Saxoi Corda Manuque gerunt.
Their youth return, o years eem retrograde;
And if't be true, that every change of Skin
To th'creeping brood, doth a new age begin:
Or whilt th'eleven Months like food appeer
To atiate the hungry Ianivere.
Why hould not man this Riddle too unfold,
And be renew'd by putting off the Old ?
| ||VErus Chritianus it,|
Pacis Calceamento vinctus,
Super Omne, Fidei cutum
Cum Spiritus Enereddent tutum,
Nec deee potet Ei,
Unquam Anchora Firma pei.
Zach. 3. 8.
Eay 11. 1,
Ita Malorum Notrorum
Tunc ——— Spes Libertatis erit ——— i non
amplius nimis ———Cura Peculî.
lucretur, & perdat Animam uam ?
Totum, Animam cúmque Hic perdat & Ipe uam ?
Nulla alus Terris, Brevis & mundana voluptas,
Cœlicolis nulla et turbida perpetuò,
Præferat immeritis Hæc plendida Lubrica Nugis,
Terretris uperûm nulla valoris erint.
Ditior & nullus, Nobiliórve fuit:
Partibus eximiis juncta et Vigilantia fortis,
Nec deerat titulis Copia magna tuis.
Hoc tantum i cire placet (me judice) retat,
Ut reddas Domino quæ tibi Cuncta dabat.
I'th' world for Power thy Companion;
In Birth and Riches all thou dot outfly,
And exc'lent Parts back'd with Authoriry.
On Thy arrears this only now may fall,
Thou pend thee to His praie who gave them all.
Velimus igitur Bona,
Et tatim credemus
Non omni Mendacio,
Sed Potius Verbo
Omnis Anima Potetatibus uberviat uperioribus.
their S O U L E S .
Et alvum nihilo e putat ee uo:
Alter at indubias Veniarum concipit Artes,
Ut ibi, dum Cunctis Victima Chritus erat.
Mundanis nimium apit Alter amoribus, atq; Hic
Sola Deo profert Munera ut accipiat:
Hic quoque civilis fruitur jam tempore vitæ
Nec dubitat Cœlis quin fruiturus item:
Sanctior oppoitis ibi dum blanditur Inanis
Fictilis, & Meritis e valuie uis,
Rumpitur, & nullam capit Ille vel Ite alutem,
Durabit Chrito quæ tabilita Fides.
|John 1. 5.
Numb. 24. 17.
Luke 1. 78.
John 3. 19.
Luke 1. 79.
Ephe. 5. 8.
Matth. 2. 2.
2 The. 5. 5.
Matth. 2. 1.
1 John 3. 5.
Ia. 60. 3.
John 1. 16.
Luke 2. 6.
Gal. 4. 4.
Nil cernunt, ad quos Phophorus Ipe venit,
Nec tamen Evigilant ? Densâ Caligine Gentes
Umbrantur Mieri, (vepera tota Dies)
Sed tamen inveniunt tellam, ic noctis Imago
Vera et è tenebris quâ duce clara Micat;
Et Magus in magno meditatur Lumine Divum,
Sponte Novum Atrologos Atrum agitatque viros.
Sin quorum hoc rogites ? ut it Manifetus ad Omnes,
Omni Qui in pleno tempore natus erat.
To pull us up to heaven did afford.
He bore the Cros firt for us, and became
But who takes out this leon ? is not Pride
To cros what's good, bleat after Natures call,
We can the bet of care and thought unbinde,
So till be cumbered about erving much,
When if our Saviour we beleeve alone,|
Thing needfull was, and that was Maries owne.
That better permanent part, grant that I
Uni veri olo eti Triplici Trinuno
unanimitèr non ecundum hominis
fictum, ed ui ipius id et veritatis
verbum Totus inervire, quoniam
Non vult participem cultus. Ieus.
Debitam Obedientiam utpote guber-
nandi caua in nos, ab Ipo Domino
in omne cilicet quod Mandata non
exuperet Licita Præpoito, reddere,
quoniam Oppugnat Dominum per-
Tantam tribuere Legum intitutioni-
bus et contitutionibus reverentiam,
ut in omni actione unam vel alte-
ram intar metæ appetitui præfi-
gere, quoniam ut alus Populi u-
prema lex, ic ine Legibus nulla
Veram Devotionem in Deum
verum, verbo dum acro
Fides adhibeatur ancta
Agnitionem & remunerandi
obervantiam quam humi-
lem, Grato, Pio, & Patientiæ
ummæ Patrono- Principi.
Pacem ic Tranquillam & ab
omnibus [ bonis cilicet ]
maximè optatam Patriæ.
Quin Homo Probus
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Summa clementia redintegratus,
Indutus piritu divino,
Captus Dolo erpentino,
Florens ole matutino,
Ab origine quam puro ine labe vel peccato,
Potea in tatu no ecuro, utpote hortide-privato,
Donec in Chrito redempturo tunc credendo ublevato
Hæc cum Fide percepies,
Eti Mierrimus fuies,
Cauam Spei invenies.
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Carceribus Tumuli traditur Ille novi:
Sic Placuit, maculâque animæ purgentur ab omni,
Sanguine jam proprio diluit Ille uo.
Humanum inveniens aperit humus illico venas,
Sarcophagus Dominum ed retinere nequit,
Quid edes in Tumulum omnoe Miles apertum ?
Quem vigiles vigilat Mortis & arma rapit.
Cum ociis tupefacta videt Maria Sepulchrum,
In queis lætitia & Mista pavore fuit.
Inveniant Dominum veniunt ut Marmore clauum,
Mane itus Dominus, nec manet uque diem:
Viuræ gaudent Chritum, metuúntque remoto
Saxo, dum vius Angelus et Domini.
All other C R O S S E S may diquiet ret,|
But this was that by which Mankinde is blet.
-urrit ad Exitium Genitrix, repetítque Reatum|
Filiolus: Pœnas Hic dabit, Illa uas.
-uminat ut Mieros Rex Inclytus, Alta relinquens
Ima petitque, ubit Nubila lucis Opus.
-nicus à ceptris humiles facit Ille receus
Sponte, uam tribuit Qui quoque vita fuit:
-um brevis è teneri concretáque pulvere forma
Quam vitioa regunt, Ambitioa velit.
-uncta Viro Conors, quâ cum de orte perenni
Conulit, & Culpa hæc (Morte) perennis erat:
-actus homo Dominus moritur, ed Morte ubacta
Commutat ortem, & vita Perennis erit.
-rritat Superos Gens improba, ed uper omne
Grata et, quæ à cio Pectore fua fluit.
-ratia pro ingratis datur integra, Futus Iniquis,
Pro Peccatore hæc Pectora læa manent.
-nduit & notras humanâ fæce volutas
Naturas, nobis Cœlica tecta facit.
-ransfixúque fuit, quo traneat omnis alumnus,
Et videat paum pacificúmque virum.
-ictus Amore hominum vinctus, Captivus & Idem,
Ut Libertatis pes modo certa iet:
-epice ic Mierum, Mieros qui è gurgite Mortis
Eripuit, rapiant Vicera notra, ua.
If in a glas one would decry|
Perfect and true Humility;
Then goe no farther, but oberve
He bore the Cros which we deerve.
What P I L A T E wrote, He wrote, and did refue
To alter for the High-Priet of the Jewes:
This Jut mans birth with Propheie uits well,
Who came to ave the lot of Irael.
Of All the Vertues happines Create,
None out-hines this, To be Compaionate:
Mercy the God of Glory doth prefer,
Although All's other works are ingular.
This Kingly Pattern here before us et,
Should teach us to forgive, and to forget.
A Building that is Tight and free from weather,|
Hath all its parts well Cymented together;
For where uch Unity In it elf's away,
That tructure falls under ome quick decay.
This City bore but name of Peace alone,
Whoe Builders did refue their Corner tone.
Memento mori, or a Deaths-head worn|
Upon a finger, oft becomes a corn;
For what through ue familiar is grown,
Nature counts les by apprehenion.
Yet be advi'd, this Mount of dead mens skuls,
A greater dread and terror on thee puls,
Who durt by Sins, and looe deires below,
Make him again pay that which thou didt ow.
Each hearts key,
To preent a Vow
Of him who lately was our buyer,
And of this Day
Which He makes clearer farr then Other dayes.
For look we back, and there
Before when known
Justice and Mercy both,|
The King of Heaven
Delights to how;
And in his hands the Skoals doth hold o even,
That whilt enforc'd to punih, yet he's loath
And o a way precribes, wherein
Man may revenged be of in.
To this effect,
So uffered He
Which bond dicharg'd,|
All are enlarg'd,
Who can through Faith arie
With Him who Clarifies
Beyond our apprehenion,
The Splendor this Dayes Skies
To Embleme His Bright Reurrection.
Mercurialem Menis ultimam.
Ut Queis non prount Gaudia Mœta juvent.
For Holy Fating aves, when Riots kill.
Cum Vetulo Vetulas vin periere vices ?
Quid potius ? nam qui memorare noviβima certet,
Immemor errati gaudeat ee ui.
(1) In Crucem
(4) Ovid, Mes.
(5) Unus labo-
(6) The old Ser-
pent, the Devil.
(7) Semen vir-
(8) Chrits con-
quet over death.
(9) Fereudo ferit.
(10) Man had
o offended God,
that nothing but
God and Man
(3) Nos velut amplexu comparat Ille uo:
(4) Pythonem innumeris adiment Hydramve (5) agittis,
Serpentum (6) Proavum, (7) hæc una agitta necat.
Nullus Apolloniâ alvus fiat arte Nepotum,
Nec quiquam Alcidis robore major erit:
Hic tamen hæc magni (8) repetit victoria mundi,
(9) Et uperat pœnas Ille ferendo uas
Pauperis et numerare Pecus, duodecimus olim
Herculeanus erat Huic Labor innumerus.
(10) Nempe quod in notris tanta et numeratio Culpis,
Ut nii qui poet ingula nulla juvet.
(11) Poe & velle uum et, ic nos redempit iniquos,
Et firmam t tuat Anchora (12) vera Fidem.
| (11) All power was given him of the Father, who voluntarily undertook the work of our redemption.|
(12) He becomming the truet Anchor of our hopes, we cannot vere out the Cable of faith upon bet-
ter ecurity againt all hipwracking.
By Providence thus : grant me buied
Here after for My King and Countreys good,
The Church and State where I took Livelihood:
That in my Calling I may never falter,
But hew wood and draw water for thine Altar.
Lot Man, when to be av'd cannot devie|
To expiate His guilt by Sacrifice;
Till Priet and Prophet, King, and all agree
In One, to offer and winn Victory;
This for what's pat; the other act of power
He gain'd for us, who is our Saviour.
Our Saviours Birth, wont bles December,
Cry'd down : What may we judge by thee ?
But this, That Widome's in decreae,
And certainly mut Folly own,
When other Parents are not known.
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And o may pas for currant Coin;
Though Momus Cark, and Zoilus bark,
Thou art preerv'd as in an Ark:
For what one doth by Faith apply,
No flood of Envie can detroy.
Yet how to help thee at a lift,
That mut be now my Second drift:
For eeing thou wilt not alone
Come forth, but be attended on,
It's fit thy ervant till hould be,
Adorn'd with modet Loyaltie;
Such as the Hils, and Groves, and Brooks
Afford the Fancy, 'tead of Books;
And help Contentednes to wade,
Though not to wim under a hade
Of uch Security may give
'Gaint heat and cold Prerogative
Defence: where no times rayes or Thunder
Shall blat or corch thoe o lie under.
But who themelves in Peace can thus read ore,
Need but be thankfull, and ne're wih for more.
Famulent ur Prioribus.
The Top of Towring Lebanon,
But here and there ome les Plant et
To give attendance on the great:
So have I een a grove of Pine
Becircled with Eglantine;
A Towle of Oaks that eem'd the higher,
For over-looking of the Brier;
The Beech, Ah, Elm, tak't not in corn
From the low Shrub and prickly Thorn
That underneath their hades they dwell,
And guard their roots as Sentinell:
Medows, and Fields, and Gardens all
Produce both imples, Med'cinall,
And herbs of les eteem; yet thee
May ome one ene or other pleae.
Fountains with Crytall may compare,
As they run out are known to hare
With this and that Land-water, til
They colour change, yet Rivers fill.
And if I would my Fancy rear,
To lineat a day mot clear;
It hould be uch a one, wherein
Some wooll-pack Clouds in corner's been.
Thus the wife God of Nature choe
All things in order to dipoe:
And Humane Raptures onely doth command
As ervants to Divine, to wait at hand.
Misfortune warp an honet Man;
Shaken He may be, by ome one
Or other Gut, Unleav'd by none:
Though tribulation's harp and keen,
His Reolutions keep Green;
And whilt Integrity's his wall,
His Year's all Spring, and hath no Fall.
Of Government, to all uch Climes as lack;
Wherein thoe humors that diturb the health,
For Power, doe repreent a Common-wealth;
And Nature (uncontrowlably) would try,
To ubject all under her Monarchy;
But in that Conflict findes no mall dieae,
Whilt all retrain'd Authorities dipleae.
Here may we ee as from a Chaos pun,
Dicord, at puh of pike; and Factions t'run
A tilt : o break int'hivers and detroy
The trict command of eithers overaignty.
Yet neither Title need we fear to leee,
Sithence there's both King and Common-wealth
Et vetat irato Gurgite Navis iter,
Littoribus Placidum Pelagus, non Indica reddens
Munera, ed Conchâ dat propiore dapes.
Elige quod mavis et, Tumidos initere Fluctus
An Portum, Exitium quærere, ive bonum:
Tentet Avarus Opes, & Amara pericula Ponti,
Tuta cupit modicis rebus inee Fides.
Quamvis Catra petas, Fora vel Togatus Amaes,
Invenias Laqueis hæc comitata uis:
Sola manet requies Animo Quem jurgia nulla,
Nulla vaporiferæque Ambitionis habent.
Sed atur, in proprio formentur pectore pacis
Semina, quæ fugiant Militiam atque Forum:
Gaudeat umbriferis Sylvis pro Clae, Loquaces
Lympharúmque Choros Curia nec ileat.
Namque Avibus junctis repetitur murmure cantus,
Et altabundum cernat ubique Pecus:
Gramineis locuples jactet jam terra tapetis,
Et violæ oboles ub epe cœpta ferunt.
Piciculis avidis Eca et inimica voracem
Dum Condens hamum, ic cupidos capiens.
Nec minus Agricolæ dum tendit retia Turdus
Præda fit, aut Vico fallitur Ipe uo:
Si equeris Leporem, pedibus petit Ille alutem,
Currenti timulos addit & Ipe metus.
Sin Rubis evigiles tremulas multo cane Damas,
Otendunt nemori non adhibenda Fides.
Sis ubicunque velis, facias modo quid libet, Omne
Te Cruciat, Menti ni it amica quies.
Et tondet Vitreas Claβica ylva comas.
Gallia, quid profers ? quid Tu Teutonica tentas ?
Heperiéque tuis quidve Carina Malis.
Num dabitis Legem Oceano Mihi Jura negantem,
Littora Cui, Liquidus paret & Oceanus.
Conficiam eximias Aurato tegmine Puppes,
Signentur Rubrâ candida vela cruce.
Ne caream verbis ubi Rectum quærere Ius et,
Pulmones trenuos, Ærea Lingua vomet.
Mœnia i quiquam violenti fulmine tundet,
Lignea forte putet, Igneaque inveniet.
DOe not the Planets (howoere|
They wander) till retain a proper phere ?
And eaons erve the year to bles,
Although the Storms and Tempets are no les?
Seem not becalmed Seas more fair,
Than if th'had never been irregular ?
And hall fond Man alone be aid,
To be of all things ele unpacifi'd ?
Lions to Lions kinde, and Bears
Friendly to uch; o Wolves partake o'th' fears
With their purued kin; The fell-
Et Tyger can with her aociate dwell:
And yet (as if unhuman'd) we
By no means with each other can agree;
So that (we may degenerate|
From Natures mandate) all our Paion's hate,
And where a Michief may befall,
All Dipoition's turn'd to Prodigall,
Nor is there for Compaion
Left any room (now t's out of fahion,)
Befriend me wind, I'll try the wave,
Though ome ther be mut ink, yet om 'tmay ave,
My Kalendar yet marks out pring,
Di-gut may hake, not blat the Blooming.
And therefore as I roav'd atray,
'Tis reconciling Truth points now the way,
In which I would be thought as farr
From variation, as the fixedt Starr;
But with a contant hining thence,
Serve King and Countrey by my Influence.
Iani Bifrontis Quis Nothus Cæarum,
Retet ob victam longè Britanniam,
Templa Clauurus iterum Britannicis?
Barbariem nunquam, (vel raro altem)
Tam feram memini Legie eclis
Vt jam otenditur,
Fratres in Fratres,
Tanquam protinus oluti,
In matres etiam & in Patres,
Vim ferunt rapide,
Natos nataque maximo|
Sexus, Ætates licet numeras,
Dienionum undique querulas;
Rixaque intelligis & Invidiæ
Artes minitrantur aβiduè ;
Majorem ub Leonino
Temperiem invenias Axe, vel Canino,
Torquet Alterutrinque Ira,
Adeoque torret Dicordiarum Flamma,
Vt detruit & conumit Omnia:
Friget in hoc ætu tamen,
Et quicquid ævitiæ
Produxit unquam Scythiæ:
Fiat Imago vera.
Nec non Saxonibus,
Vicinis etiam victima Normannis.
At in Potremo
Hoc (abente Populo)
Qui nos confundat Seculo,
Et pro Purpureo victore,
Quique nunc tingitur Fratris Cruore.
Befriended than to want a Stone to core
That cape from Danger; which had it o'r-come,
Might have both Conquer'd Kent and Chritendome.
Dye-mans although not rare now, Rubies are
Through our Dientions made peculiar
Blaz'ners of Vertues Heraldry: nor can
The Tincture erve of the Cornelian;
The Topaz, Saphire, and the Emrald may
On fingers worn, proclaim it Holiday:
But I mut finde a whiter, though it came
Not far, but whence fair Albion took its name,
The Cliffs of Dover, on whoe Candid Bret
I hall preume to hare an interet
On this Occaion, that no Rubricks pell
May henceforth in ome Bookers Chronicle
Eclipe my glory, or exempt my praie,
By ranking me amongt the Workedayes.
Surely the Dye that black deign put on,
Would crave the bet of all, and whitet Ston
To mark that Providence, which did prevent
The michief of that vap'ring Element:
Which Hatch'd below, hould our Conceptions roue,
(In that before it grew pernicious,
The Shell was crack'd; and o that enterprie
Was vanquih'd, with th'abortive Cockatrice)
Firt to the great Deliverer, and then
A freedome of acknowledgement 'mongt men,
That all of them may (as their fortunes are)
Spend omething on a olemnizing care.
And as the Powder hould have been our chance,
Now let 'texpres loud our deliverance.
In chief Commanded, did this doubt propoe
To be reolv'd in; Whether ene to prie
For umpire to Create it Paradie:
One led by th'Ear of Philomel tels tales,
And traightway cals't the land of Nightingales;
An Other harper ighted, ravih'd, cryes,
O that I could be turn'd now all to eyes!
A Third receiv'd uch raptures from the tat
Of various dainty fruits, that it urpat;
A Fourth was caught (not with perfume) commends
The Indian Clime, but what here Nature lends;
Lat, if you would Sattins or Velvets touch,
For oft and mooth, Leaves can afford you uch.
And thus dipo'd, whilt every Sene admires,
'Tis enles t'plant 'mongt Roes, Thitles, Briars.
In Pugnam Navalem inter Hipanos & Batavos, die
Octobris, Anno 1639. Commiam in freto
vulgò Le manche; ubi victoria His, ruina
quàm fœliciimè Illis accidit.
Juta et Neptuno & frigidiore frui:
Occurrit Liquidis Teutonica claβis ab Oris,
Vt Ligno huic Ignes uppeditare queat.
Ab Aqua &
vit nos Do-
Sole exuta uo olvit de littore Puppis,|
Frangitus & Tepidis Artibus inter aquas.
Bella gerunt Homines, nec non Elementa viciβim,
Contendunt vires notificare uas.
Ignea ublimes vis occupat, Altera mergit
Tumoa Ærios Ambitionis habet:
Sola manet notras Terretria tuta alutes
Conditio: maneat ic tabilita Diu.
& Quatuor Ætates hominum Comparative.
Te reddat Mœtum ab Infantia,
Ver præbeat Flores vanitatis
Ideo juventutis, atis
Viribus Virilis ætas,
In Ætate cum nil metas
Ætuet vano : dum enecis
Para fructum, adet meβis.
Ætivum, Hyemale, vernum,
Ceres ducunt in æternum.
Where I my elf, and how betow,
Epecially when as I range,
Guided by Nature, to love change:
Beleeve, it is not to advance
Or add to my inheritance;
Seeking t'engros by Power (amis)|
What any other Man calls his:
But full contented with my owne,
I let all other things alone;
Which better to enjoy 'thout trife,
I ettle to a Countrey life;
And in a weet retirement there,
Cherih all Hopes, but banih fear,
Offending none; o for defence
Arm'd Capapee with Innocence;
I doe dipoe of my time thus,
To make it more propitious.
Firt, my God erv'd; I doe commend
The ret to ome choice Book or Friend,
Wherein I may uch Treaure finde
T'inrich my nobler part, the Minde.
And that my Body Health comprie,
Ue too ome moderate Exercie;
Whether invited to the field,
To ee what Patime that can yield,
With hore, or hound, or hawk, or t' bee
More taken with a well-grown Tree;
Under whoe Shades I may rehere
The holy Layes of Sacred Vere;
Whilt in the Branches pearched higher,
The wing'd Crew it as in a quier:
This eems to me a better noie
Than Organs, or the dear-bought voice
From Pleaders breath in Court and Hall
At any time is tockt withall:
For here one may (if marking well)
Oberve the Plaintive Philomel
Bemoan her orrows; and the Thruh|
Plead afety through Defendant Buh:
The Popingay in various die
Performes the Sergeant ; and the Pie
Chatters, as if he would revive
The Old Levite prerogative,
And bring new Rotchets in again;
Till Crowes and Jackdaws in didain
Of her Pide-feathers, chae her thence,
To yeeld to their preheminence:
For you mut know't oberv'd of late,
That Reformation in the State,
Begets no les by imitation,
Amidt this chirping feather'd Nation;
Cuckoes Ingrate, and Woodcocks ome
Here are, which caue they't eaons come,
May be compar'd to uch as tand
At Terms, and their returns command;
And left Authority take cold,
Here's th'Ivyes guet of wonder, th' Owl,
Rufft like a Judge, and with a Beak,
As it would give the charge and peak:
Then 'tis the Gooe and Buzzards art
Alone, t'perform the Clients part;
For neither Dove nor Pigeon hall,
Whilt they are both exempt from gall.
The Augur, Hern, and oaring Kite,
Kalendar weather in their flight;
As doe the Cleanlier Ducks, when they
Dive voluntary, wah, prune, play;
With the fair Cygnet, whoe delight
Is to out-vie the now in white.
And therefore alwayes eeks to hide|
Her feet, let they allay her pride.
The Moor-hen, Dobchick, Water rail,
With little Wahdih or Wagtail;
The Finch, the Sparrow, Jenny Wren,
With Robin that's o kinde to men;
The Whitetail, and Tom Tit obey
Their eaons, bill and tread, then lay;
The Lyrick Lark doth early rie,
And mounting, payes her acrifice;
Whilt from ome hedg, or cloe of furrs,
The Partridge calls its Mate, and churrs;
And that the Countrey eem more pleaant,
Each heath hath Powt, and wood yeelds Pheant;
Iunoes delight with Cock and Hens
Turkies, are my Dometick friends:
Nor doe I bird of Prey inlit,
But what I carry on my Fit:
Now not to want a Court, a King-
Fiher is here with Purple wing,
Who brings me to the pring-head, where
Crytall is Lymbeckt all the yeere,
And every Drop ditils, implies
An Ocean of Felicities;
Whilt calculating, it pins on,
And turns the Pebles one by one,
Adminitring to eye and eare
New Stars, and muick like the Sphere;
When every Purle Calcin'd doth run,
And repreent uch from the Sun:
Devouring Pike here hath no place,
Nor is it tor'd with Roach or Dace;
The Chub or Cheven not appeare,|
Nor Millers Thumbs, nor Gudgeons here,
But nobler Trowts, beet with tones
Of Rubie and of Diamonds,
Bear greatet way; yet ome intrench,
As harp-finn'd Pearch, and healing Tench;
The tream's too pure for Carp to lie,
Subject to perpicuitie,
For it mut here be undertood,
There are no beds of and and Mud,
But uch a Gravell as might poe
The bet of Scholars to dicloe,
And books and learning all confute,
Being clad in water Tiue ute.
Thee cool delights help'd with the air
Fann'd from the Branches of the fair
Old Beech or Oak, enchantments tie
To every enes facultie;
And mater all thoe power hould give
The will any prerogative
Yet when the corching Noon-dayes heat,
Incommodates the Lowing Neat,
Or Bleating flock, hither each one
Hats to be my Companion.
And when the Wetern Skie with red-
Roes betrews the Day-tars bed:
The wholome Maid comes out to Milk
In ruet-coats, but skin like ilk;
Which though the Sun and Air dies brown,
Will yeeld to none of all the Town
For oftnes, and her breaths weet mell,
Doth all the new-milcht Kie excell;
She knows no rotten teeth, nor hair|
Bought, or Complexion t'make her fair;
But is her own fair wind and dres,
Not envying Cities happines:
Yet as he would extend ome pitty
To the drain'd Neat he frames a ditty,
Which doth inchant the beat, untill
It patiently lets her Paile fill;
This doth the babbling Eccho catch,
And o at length to me't doth reach:
Straight roued up, I verdict pas,
Concluding from this bonny Las,
And the Birds trains, 'tis hard to ay
Which taught Notes firt, or he, or they:
Thus ravih'd, as the night draws on
Its fable Curtain, in I'm gon
To my poor Cell; which 'caue 'tis mine,
I judge it doth all ele out-hine,
Hung with content and weather-proof,
Though neither Pavement nor roof
Borrow from Marble-quarr below,
Or from thoe Hills where Cedars grow.
There I embrace and kis my Spoue,
Who like the Veta to the houe,
A Sullibub prepares to how
By care and love what I mut owe.
Then calling in the Spawn and frie,
Who whilt they live ne'r let us die;
But every face is hers or mine,
Though minted yet in leer Coin,
She takes an Apple, I a Plumbe,
Encouragements for all and ome :
Till in return they crown the herth|
With innocent and harmles merth,
Which ends us Joyfull to our ret,
More than a thouand others blet.
Et Sulpitii ive Electorum primo.
Vindictam Patriæ Vindicis Arma dabant:
Nempe Neronis erat Fatum dum terruit urbem,
Tandem terrifico uccubuie Ingo.
Sic Calvum Galbam appellant, ceptroque recepto,
Temnunt Calvitiem Plebs opinata uam.
Quid tu Cæareo gauderes nomine Sergi ?
Cum non Cæaries ulla relicta tibi.
Imperium i fortè velit upplere relictum,
Debuit & Capiti Comperiie Comas.
That the unhappy Nero might be aid
Mens tua ub curvo corpore recta latet.
Dum ferit arte gelu frigidiore Diem:
Sic modo Pinguicens capitur, citiúque paratis,
Aucipis ingeniis præda petenda jacet.
Sæpiùs hoc dicat Ditecens atque Gulous,
Sic moderare dapes ut ibi lucra fiant.
Propera nam ubito mutentur tempora lapu,
Et latet in pulchro gramine Mortis acus.
Cut out our time in weeks, in months, in yeeres,
In Night and Day; whoe revolutions bring
The day, night, week, month, yeer into a Ring.
What doe our Princes les, when they goe forth
A Progres Wet or Eat, or South or North?
Is not the firt tep that they forward et,
The Suns, when He his Golden locks doth wet
In Thetis lap, to all that tay behinde ?
Is not the world Eclip'd to them, and blinde ?
Doe not all Minutes tretch, and eem to grow|
Each to an hour, to uch as think them o ?
Doe not our crot, yet longing hopes, preent
Each hour a month or year in banihment ?
They doe: and 'twas not long ince we were they
Who tood as Exil'd from our Star of Day;
Whilt viiting Thoe parts whence He did rie,
He cat a Generall plendor o'r thoe Skies,
Leaving us onely Cynthia and her Train,
To gives us hopes He would return again:
And o he doth enrich again our Sky,
Bringing thoe hopes unto maturity,
Our Clime with Tropick's changed, and the ame
Seaon of day, now lengh of night doth claim :
Thoe onely who by Elevation
Before enjoy'd a lucid Horizon,
Once yearly now with more perfection hine
A whole month, Phœbus, uffering no decline :
Did I but call't a month ? They deem'd it les,
If they could apprehend their happines;
And we I'm ure had reaon t'think it more,
Than many Ages counted ore and ore.
For as the Suns withdrawing leaves one world,
Into a Winters Tyrannie t'be hurld,
Whilt it doth bles an Other; o 'twas thus
In Scotland, Iune ; but February with us
Till his return; which chang'd the Seaon quite,
Then ours with Corn, with Snow their hils were white
The night that was reignes, and day's begun
With us already by our Gracious Sun.
Let Them pas Envie-free who boat them may
In the poeion of this Month or Day;
For time wrapt up in wiftnes doth appear
When pat, as if an Age were but a year;
A year a month, a month a week, and That|
An houre or minute, whilt we conolate
Our elves may in this blis; that future time
Seems alwayes flower-winged in its Clime :
Their Jubile was hort and quickly gone,
Ours under CH A R L E S is a Perpetuall one.
Nam i Ipam introeas, invenies vacuam.
Thy worm-fed Hook,
The greedier Fihes o to cheat
Seeking for meat;
Remember that Times wheel will bring
Thy deeds to cenuring;
And then as thou through wile
Thoe Creatures didt beguile,
So caught thou'lt be for thy deceit,
And made the food for thine own bait.
Let this uffice to caue thee t'teer aright,
Littora Qui & terilem bobus aravit Humum.
C- orpore Cor latitans nondum et manifete notatum,|
O- re, neque ingenio emper inee queat:
N- empè quod eximium et pretióque notabile cernunt,
D- ifficiles aditus Cordis & alter opus.
I- nnocuos quæ corda viros, faciántve Fideles,
A- βimilent animis Pectus & Ora uis.
Cannot by tongue or Geture be expret;
For what's of o great worth, we mut uppoe,
It is a work of power to dicloe:
Such hearts as make Men faithfull and upright,
Are thoe at once both Looks and Mindes unite.
Ad Rivulum Stanliacum nuper in tagnum
hoc Mervordianum Ductum.
Fundens Crytallum Liquidum
In Mare Hoc Dometicum,
Tu verum Nectar Picium:
Mulces & Allicis dum curris
Somnos, Muicis uurris:
Nec evigilat Cadentis
Aqua vetra ut Torrentis.
Liceat Rhodano Loquaci
Strepitus, quoniam fugaci:
Domum Hanc Circundatam,
Munis & reddis Inulam;
Sicut Orbem dat Rotundum
Thetis, Tu cingis hunc Mundum.
Afferat Hortorum Decus
Priapus, Pan donet Pecus:
Tu ilvane mittas flores,
Cypria Hic conflet Amores,
Dearum eu Deorum Chorus,
Totus fiat Munificus,
Ut pro plendore laude Digno
Undecimo addaris igno:
Tunc Omni Numine propitio,
Frui detur acrificio.
The Scutchions of His Anceters ?
This Chimney-peice of Gold or Bras,
That Coat of Armes Blazon'd in glas;
When thoe with time and age have end,
Thy Prowes mut thy elf commend.
The mooty hadows of ome one
Or Others Trophees carv'd in tone,
Defac'd, are things to whet, not try
Thine own Heroicim by.
For cat how much thy Merits core
Falls hort of thoe went thee before;
By o much art thou in arrear,
And tain't Gentility I fear.
True Noblenes doth thoe alone engage,
Who can add Vertues to their Parentage.
Capreolus, caus devia Rupis habent.
Nuntius Auroræ dummodo Gallus adet.
And hall not every Spring run Claret-wine?
Is not the Kalendar revert, and where
Decembers dirt, and th'Frot of Janivere,
Threatn'd a winter, now thoe heets diplay
Themelves ore fruitfull June, or teeming May :
For thus as 'thin the Tropicks may we boat,
That two fair Seaons have twice blet our Coat
Ere one whole year ran round: The time He went
Seeming the Springs forerunner, or our Lent;
For o He was but borrowed, and we ret
Plea'd with's return alone, who's interet
Sufficient of Himelf, in which bank lies
The Treaure of His ubjects hearts and eyes:
See how they Flock ele, and with tumbling hat
Are les content becaue o oon He pat.
Be atisfi'd, ye have your Prince again,
Fro' th' North, and C H A R L E S triumphant, not in Wain.
Indutus Galea es Ingenioque vales.
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Ditill'd upon the Boom of the Earth
Beget a May; whoe Liverie anew
Cloaths Fields and Woods, and there creates uch mirth
Amidt the winged Quier; that Eccho tells
It ore again from Natures Mintrells.
The Spicie Gumms that o perfume the Eat,
No world, no eaon, pring, ummer, nor fall
Et virtute Carens Alter, uterque Opibus.
|It i not meant, that three in one hould be,|
But in each heart triple Capacitie,
Wherewith to erve ones God, ones King, ones Friend,
To which aign'd, and for no other end;
In Flaming Zeal upwards to mount again,
In Loyalty to own a Soveraign,
In mutuall Love ociety t'maintain.
Yet neither meet?
The Curteous Flame the Flame,
And Streams each other greet,
Although it eem from either Pole they came,
Or farthet tretch'd
|Surely it is but ome malignant Starr|
That would debarr
This Influence, for fear
We hould more bright appear:
Souls in Conjunction frame the perfect't Sphere,
So I to you mut move, or you move here.
Vitæ Commodius Tempora olvere:
Nec tantum tenui pareat Ilici,
Quem frangant Aquilones; neque vertici
Pinus telliferæ fidat ut arduo:
Imis non Careant Cœlica Culmina,
Dormitque Occiduis Lucifer Alpibus.
Non et ut nihilo Laudéve Parvulo
| Portus non Aditum hic invenit Ullibi;|
Nam Quot in Tonitru Heperies Vomit,
Dotes provideant Indica vicera;
Dum Marupia fert Alter Apotolus
Simonis Filio nec fit Iniquior:
Cæptis væ nii it cautus Agellulus,
Cum Parvo onitu ubrepit Incia
Frigilla, & Nemorum jurgia ucitet,
Subrium moveat Pullus Hirundinis,
Necnon & Monachi cui Domus arbore.
Exit ter nobilis cedere Conjugis,
Voto qui voluit it licet improbum,
In Vanumque habeat quidquid & impedit,
Mentem quin ibi jam comparet integram
Vivat nam facili, cumque parabili
Re; nec Carleolis invidet Artibus.
Sed Coco vacuus præparet Allia,
Gutum ic patina in contrahat optimum:
Nec deint Oleo Crurula Pulluli,
Reprena ex Pridianóque upertite,
Adit Bos Aridus, Lingulaque Hinnuli
Suis Buccina, Ientacula optime
Condit Rancida tunc Artocrea addita
Baccæ Cerviia et in pretio, afferat
Promus Poculáque Alcimedontica :
Sectari Leporem Climate Limpido,
Dum uadet Catulis hora agacibus,
Cedant Temporibus dumque Caniculis
Brumæ ydera jam quæritet anxiè:
Damarum Domus, in Queis tremebundula
Terret Hopites & Silva Populeis.
Si quando libeat Limine proprio
Verari Officiis, non Saliaribus
|Iactet Fœmineis; Sed ut Equetribus|
Se exornet tudiis, Ferra Ferocibus
Dans Pullis; Sonipes Lorea depuat:
Nunc volvens pedibus queis viduaverat
Vulturnus Nemora, & nunc Folia, abditis
In Muæolis & vertere Dactylo,
Sic fitque ut valido Corpore gaudeat
Solutus Medico Hic, atque Animo imul.
With Ordnance tore, and Man'd for fight,
Snug in Her Timbers Mould for th'Seas,
Yet large in Hould for Merchandies;
Spread forth her Cloth, and Anchors waigh,
And let Her on the Curld-waves play,
Till Fortune-tow'd, he chance to meet
Th'Heperian home-bound Wetern Fleet;
Then let Her board-um, and for Price
Take Gold-ore, Sugar-canes, and Spice.
Yet when all thee Sh'hath brought a hore,
In my Fidelia I'll finde more.
To knit a knot never to be undon
Whilt life remains; but Death to hew his power
Cuts and Divides, o becomes Emperour:
Yet the Relict for to prevent Fates charmes,
Doth voluntary fleck into Deaths armes.
And brought it to compare with Lovingland;
Know, that thou mait as well make wonder les,
By fancying of two Timbering Phœnixes
At the ame time: and dream two Suns to rie
At once, to cat fire 'midt thoe Spiceries:
(Pregnant She is) yet that mut not deny
The puret Gold to come from Barbary,
Diamonds and Pearl from th'Indies, to confer
On every Clime ome thing peculier,
(For o She hath:) And like a um to all
That Curious is, eems here mot liberall,
Affording in Epitome at leat,
What ere the world can boat of, or call bet.
Now as contracted vertue doth excell
In power and force, This eems a Miracle;
Wherein all Travailers may truly ay,
They never aw o much in little way:
And thence conclude their folly, that did teer
To eek for that abroad, at home was neer
In more perfection: Wouldt thou Phœbe meet,
Apollo, or the Mues ? not in Creet
And Greece, but Here, at Summerly, thoe are
Remov'd to dwell, under a Patrons care,
Who can as much Civility expres,
As Candie lies, or Grecia Barbarounes:
Wouldt thou be heltred under Daphnes groves,
Or chooe to live in Tempe, or make loves
|To any place where Shepherds 'wont to lie|
Upon the Hills, Piping ecurity
Unto their flocks? here the weet Park contains
More eevennes than the Arcadian Plains:
Nor yet enchanted by thoe hadowed rings,
Some ay the Fairies print with Revellings,
But's all in one dye clad, and doth appear
Like the Springs Favourite throughout the year.
The uefull Ah, and turdy Oak are et
At ditance, and obey; the Brambles met
Embracing twice int 'Arbours, to conceal
And harbour uch as tock this Common-weal,
Untill their Mater pleae they hould delight
His, or his Friends deire and appetite:
All tales of Satyrs banih'd are from hence,
And fabled Goblins that delude the ence;
'Tis reall Ven°on and abroad, in pate
Alike may atisfie both eye and tate.
The Nobler Plants, as Firre Deal, and the Pine
Weeping out Rozen, bleeding Turpentine;
Like the Life-guard, upon the Hall attend
At nearer ditance; where the Gods decend
To keep their Courts, and either Globe's devi'd,
To grap the Elements Epitomi'd.
The Sun-beams teady Fire, with the Aire
Of the incontant winds Indiall'd are:
So whilt the one, the Houre doth infer,
The Other Points a rule for th'Mariner:
Earth here's Embroydered into Walks, ome trait,
Others like Serpents are, or worms to bait
Occaions hook till every humor come,
And feed here fat as in Elyium.
Nor is there water wanting in this wood,|
Clear as if running, Calm as if it tood,
And o contriv'd by Natures helper Art,
There's no appearance from the whole or part,
That any ullen Sluce to malice bent
Can open, to impair that Element;
Nor yet th'Ambition of a Springs ore-flow,
Caue it t'exceed, or Limits overthrow.
Thus like a gold Chain link'd, or Bracelet trung,
From Carkanet Pleaures on Pleaures hung,
And uch delightfull objects did decry
Puruing of each other, that the ey
Atonih'd at uch wonder, did crave ret,
For fear of Forfeiting its interet
In o great blis, for over-dazled t'grew,
And dim of fight made by each object new.
So there's a parley granted, and ome pace
To gather trength 'twix This and t'other place,
But very hort, not half a Mile at mot,
We landed were again, and made a Coat;
Where if all ancient Poets were to write,
They'd need no other fountain to indite
Story of all kindes with, but dip their pen,
Then wear the Mues more then nine, were ten;
For here dwelt one whoe Magick could infue
A fluency beyond all other Mue,
And Court the Soil, with o much Art applide,
That all the world eems Barbarous beide.
Here Fih and Fowl inhabit with uch tate,
As Lords and Ladies wont when erv'd in Plate,
Rich Arras, or the like, Bill, Breed, and wim
In all delightfull olace to the brim.
|Decoy'd by o much rapture, on we pas|
Unto a Catle that enchanted was
By th'magick pell of Muick; till there et
We found a Cod like to Euterpe's net,
To catch all Paengers, the Lesbian Lute,
O'rcome in harmony became there mute :
Whilt as for Table to the Song-books erv'd
The Crytall fountain : o have I oberv'd,
When walking near a tream, the heavens to be
Beneath my feet, to eae Atronomie:
There tell the Gammuth of the Stars, and crack
Of all their motions even with Tychobrack.
The Fablers of old, I gues, might finde
Some Objects t'help invention, but the minde
Was ure Prophetick, for what ever is
Decrib'd for rare by them, 'twas meant by this.
And yet this falls hort too, when He to whom
The Cot and Care Owes tribute, 's there to um
Up All, with uch humanity, and pres
Of crowded Favours, and heap'd Curteies,
As Friendhip were a Jeweller the while,
His welcome eem'd the Diamond, Thoe the foile.
Nec fuerat Comitis pes tibi, olus eras:
Haud te etenim invideo, tanti nam non valet hopes,
Quem mihi det morbus, ed bene Solus ero.
To Bles the Gras and Flowers again,
Lick up thoe duty heats detroy
Their Brisker hude, Virginity:
No les of Comfort and of weets
Proves it now Charles his Children meets;
When an intetine Warlike force,
Had cau'd o many years divorce.
He prays for them; their tender eyes
Return'd Him duty acrifice:
Untill each others bret appears
Affection all diolv'd to Tears,
Which to the High-mark-point flown on,
Stand ready brim'd for paion.
But here all Humors that annoy
Are banih'd, and give place to Joy;
Yet uch as doth prevaile oft times,
To make a tear no mark of Crimes.
In Mare e rapiunt, nec atur ? ah itias.
Sed Comitem equitur Alteruterque uam.
Commit a Rape, and make nice Females merry,
When longing-ripe; as Your return will bles
The Brittih Ilands with new cheerfulnes:
Be plea'd no longer therefore, S I R, to tarry,
Let a whole Gleek of Kingdomes hould micarry ;
But You that are the Bloom of all hope,
Dipell the Mits from off this Horicope;
And in the tead of Jelouie and feares,
Let there be harmony throughout Your Spheres.
There needs no other Midwifery to thee,
(As wih'd for turth, and now deired peace)
But Your fair Hand to bring the ame to pas,
And place Your Royall Father where he was.
This be Your Noble iue, whilt all thoe
Abortive prove, that o eem'd to oppoe;
And while they'd bring to birth, and yet want trength,
Teach them to know themelves and You at length.
Sylva & frondiferis ic reparata Comis,
Pot tenebras ic grata Dies : ic Fluminis unda
Gaudens Oceanum reperiie uum:
Ut Meus Antiquos iterum pectare Penates,
Exultans Animus quod liquie uos.
The Wood thus puts on Leavie hair
Of more acceptance, o's a Spark
Of Light after it had been dark :
The Rivers thus expres deire,
Hat'ning to finde their proper Sire;
As all this My return implies
To My Old Houhold Deities.
Necia fit Dominis paret ut Illa uis
Things Great; as Lights farr ditant greater eem.
Some other Objects Henceforth, to make blinde
With that thy glittering folly; for no more
I will be dazled with thy faler Ore;
Nor hall thy Syren-ongs enchant, to tat
Or mell, or touch thoe Sorceries thou hat:
But I will trive firt in my elf to be
So much mine own, as not to flatter thee;
And then my Countreys, for whoe welfare till
My native thoughts prompt to impres my will,
And that draws Action forth, whereby to how
To whom, and what, and when, and where I owe:
Not as this nod, or beck, or wink, or glance
Would dictate and imply, to follow chance,
Fortune, or Favours ever-turning wheel;
But to be firm and Contant, back'd with teel
And reolution for to give the True
God what is his, and Cæar Tribute due,
And that in eaon too for time and place,
As th'one requires, and th'other affords grace:
Not uch as onely from vain Titles prings,
And turns to bubble, to court Prince or Kings
With feign'd applaues of whate're they peak
Or doe, be't ne're o frothy, fond, or weak;
But what is clad in truth, and dares not lie,
Though all the world hould turn its Enemie,
Brand it for want of breeding, and conclude
Becaue it not diembles, therefore t's rude.
Thoe dancing dayes are done, nor longer ute
My dipoition to the Harp or Lute,
Horn-pipe, or other Intruments have been|
The Common-wealths dieae, ore-woln its pleen.
Jockie and Jinnie footing may appear
Mot trim at the next Wake in Darby-hire ;
Gotyer ail from the Clouds to catch our ears,
And repreent the harmony o'th' Spheres;
Will. Laue excell the dying wan: Laneer
Nick it with Ravihments from touch of Lyre,
Yet uncontroul'd by Thee, I afely may
Survive; ithence not tung by th' Tarantula,
(That tickling beat, Ambition, that makes port
In our hot Climate, call'd the verge of Court)
And o reolve, dreing my mindes content,
Henceforward to be calm, and repreent
Nothing but what my Birth and Calling draw
My life out for, my God, my King, my Law.
And when for thee my wearied breath is pent,
Let with my lat bloods drop one igh be ent.
Can Cun his Barque when Tempets rie,
Know how to lay the Helm and teer,
Lie on a Tack Port and Laveer,
Sometimes to weather, then to Lee,
As waves give way, and winds agree;
Nor Boom at all in uch a tres,
But by degrees Loom Les and Les;
Ride out a Storm with no more los
Than the endurance of a Tos:
For though he cannot well bear aile
In uch a freh and powerfull Gale,
|Yet when there is no other hift,|
Thinks't not amis to ride a drift;
To hut down Ports, and Tyers to Hale in,
To Seal the hatch up with Tarpalin;
To Ply the Pump, and no means lack,
May clear Her Bilge, and keep from wrack;
To take in Cloth, and in a word,
Unlade, and cut the Mat by bord:
So Spoon before the Wind and Seas,
Where though he'll Roule, he'll goe at eae;
And not o train'd, as if laid under
The wave that Threatens udden founder;
And whilt the fury and the rage,
Leaves little hopes for Anchorage;
Yet if She can but make a Coat
In any time, She'll not be lot,
But in affections Bay will finde
A Harbour uited to her minde :
Where Cating out at firt the Kedg,
Which gives Her ground, and priviledg
Of top, he econdly lets fall
That Anchor from the Stream men call;
The Others all a Cock-bell et,
One after other down are let
Into the Sea; till at the lat
She's come to Moorage, and there fat,
In hopes to be new Shethd 's inclin'd
To lie aide untill Carin'd;
That when she hall be paid again,
So Grav'd, She may endure the Main.
Thus when his Veell hath out-gon
This and that rugged motion,
His Pole-tarr's fix'd, and guides him there|
Where C H A R L E S is not in wain but phere;
Then He'll another Voyage try,
Laden with Faith and Loyalty,
Which He no ooner parts with, than
Dry ground becomes an Ocean.
Hunc 2 Gutave uum ad jam remeare facis:
Nempè Palatinum Cœleti numine tutum
Fecit, & et Populi Dux Deus Ipe ui :
Vidit, & attonitas aperit Franconia 3 portas,
4Hipanos refugos, 5 Cæareóque ferunt.
6 Dura per immites alierunt mœnia flammas,
Sævitiam pingens Militis 7 Arva jacet.
8 Albis clara uis lymphis mutata, colore
Et quai Rubecens anguinolenta fluit.
Vnde fit? aut quorum mutatio tanta ? requiris
9 Cur fugis à Portis Waltane dire tuis ?
Quæ 10 fugiendi animum Fernande occaio reddit,
Quis Tibi dat vulnus ? quis metus ora tenet ?
11 Quid latitas Clautris tantis fœliciter annis
Catra regens? vivens cur Monumenta petis ?
Vltor adet Dominus, Gentem victámque reponit
Victricem; Populum retituítque uum,
12 Saxoniáque vires tandem laxavit in uum,
Et Suecus 13 largo 14 flumine cuncta tulit.
1 Bohemiæ rex|
2 Rex Suetiæ
3 Pro omni in
4 Ex Opnam.
7 Gods acre
8 The Elve flum.
9 Palatinum in
10 Imperator in
fugam aratus ut
11 Tillius in Mo-
ptus ut fama ed
12 Saxoniæ dux
qui e neutralem
huc uque refer-
13 Hoc ita di-
ctum à multitu-
14 Hoc vero à
tis, viZ. ut Aquilæ
juga à Principi-
bus Populoque Germanico tollatur & ut eis pritinæ retaur entur Libertates: Almania quai Tota & quæ
Hyrcinia ylva cincta Sibi ubdita.
Reddit enim Cæcos Ipe Cupido Deos:
Quídve Helenam numeras ? nempe et perfectio Formæ
Unica, cum fuerint Lilia nupta Rois.
Mart. l. 7.
The Newes-tranporting Babbler;
Nor yet endure a Morning pent
In entertaining Complement
From This or That Great peron : He
Feigneth a Gouty Infirmitie;
And better falhood to diguie,
His ounder feet with wathes he ties,
And eems to goe in pain as far,
As art can prove a Crippeler:
Till She to Nature turns at lat,
And o in earnet Celius's fat.
Is ubtance left, not gain'd by trife,
A fertile and a Thankfull mold,
A Chimney alwayes free from Cold;
Never to be the Client, nor
But eldome times the Counellor.
A Minde content with what is fit,
Whoe trength doth mot conit in Wit;
A Body nothing prone to be
Sick, a Prudent Simplicitie;
Such Friends as of ones own rank are;
Homely fare, not ought from farre;
The table without Arts help pread;
A night in Wine not buried,
Yet drowning Cares; a Bed that's blet
With true Joy, Chatity, and ret;
Such hort weet Slumber as may give
Les time to die in't, more to live:
Thine own Etate whate're commend,
And wih not for, nor fear thine end.
Quâ imul & Violam vidimus & Glaciem.
From this to that Friend mutually,
I nought but Books end, thou'lt Judg thus,
Perhaps I'm Avaricious;
No, know I hate thoe fond deceits,
And Crafts in gifts are like to baits
On hooks, whereon a Fly doth cheat
The greedier Fih when it would eat.
And whilt a Poor man endeth not at all
Unto's rich friends, He eems more Liberall.
|Mart. l. 5.|
Ventrem Onerat tergam quæ exonerare uam.
Mutuo nempè Anglis dum datur ille uis
Redditus et igitur: ic cum modo debita olvant
Cuncti iterum, Regem fac revenire Tuum.
What wonder is't, the King to'th Scots is fled,
Natura, exitium quæ cupit Ipa uum:
Lex vel dura nimis, quâ cum natura videtur
Offena, & Vinctis e oppouie uis.
Tempora int Lachrymis digna vel ulla meis,
Ecce adunt: Hymen ipe Tedas cum accendere juβit,
Accenditque uam Mors gemibunda facem.
Inque Elegos vertit Nuptialia Carmina, rius
In Gemitus; vetes nunc Color unus habet:
Amaracíque fugat flores invia Cupreus,
Atque uis Ramis Tempora Cincta tenet.
Dúmque Meæ jam partem animæ rapit, altera reto
Mancus, & ingrata et quæ mihi vita manet.
Heu Frederice tuum; nec Careant Lachrymis,
Fontibus ex binis gemini manâre dolores,
Nam duplex Cordi Caua gementis erat:
Nunc ni Triformi huic maneat pars altera telis,
Impercua uis Mors inopina redit:
Tertius & Princeps emper deflendus ab omni,
Parte perit Patriæ Lauque decuque uæ
Virtutes Alii quibus et facundia narrent,
Supprea Hæc tanto pondere Mua ilet.
And prodigall at once in this,
Setting it all at take 'gaint gold,
Whereof He made his greatet blis:
But when She aw He took of All
Men interet, yet paid Her none,
She Calls for in the Principall,
And layes it up under this Stone,
Defeus et ambulando.
Art now tane at thy word, and here dot lie:
Thine Acts had many Scenes, Death's had but one,
His Entry was thine Exit, bad be gone;
Thou act't a King no more, no that's laid by,
Nor any's Paraite in flattery;
Thou hat put off the Clowns lops now, nor art
Wrapt with the fury of a Lovers part;
But uit't thy elf in one, wherein all mut
Thy fellow Actors be, to leep in Dut.
The Mues Hill to climbe;
And whilom buied in laying Ston,
Thirted to drink of Helicon ;
Changing His Trowell for a Pen,
Wrote traight the Temper not of Dirt but Men,
Now ithence that He is turn'd to Clay, and gon,
And no where ele, hath acted ore his Age;
He, whom his own houe, (had it eyes and tongue)
Might ay it ees Him old, and aw him young,
Now truting to a taff, he treads thoe ands
He formerly had crept on with his hands :
So reckons up the long decent and (dotage
Through decays) of that his homely Cottage,
He ne'r was drawn with fortunes Train to hate,
Nor did He flatter Forain prings with tate;
He was no Merchant-man might fear the Straits,
Nor Souldier fancying Military baits ;
He never Pleaded, neither trife nor force,|
Of brabling Law-uits ever made him hoare:
But (as uncapable of buines) free,
Cannot reolve what the next town hould be,
Yet doth enjoy a propect (may controule
All others) of the free Aire, and Pole.
Nor cats He up the year by Conuls now,
But as the Fruit-trees to their eaons bow;
By Apples Autumn, Spring by Flowers befalls him,
One field hides Phœbus-face, the ame recalls him:
And thus This Countrey-wains oberving way
Meaures within his Orb the Coure of Day.
He did remember yon great Oak, when 't tood
But for a apling, o's grown old with's wood:
And judging that ame Ile (with les wits blet
More Barbarim) to be th'Indies Eat:
He doth conclude the Red-ea to be neer,
Beholding Stanground, Farcet, and the Meer:
And yet through trength unconquer'd he may gather
Comfort, the third Age ees him Grandfather.
Let others wander to the farth't of Spain,
The way is onely Theirs, but life His gain.
To a Cat bore me company in Confinement.
Makes thee a fit Companion for my ide,
Who Captive it under Confinements wing
For Being too active to act uffering,
So become Paive too: Scratch but thine ear,|
Then boldly tell what weather's drawing near.
For I'l conclude, no torm of Fortune can
Prevail ore Cæar's barque, an honet Man.
Since liking ets on Beauty price,
And what we doe affect alone,
Becomes to Each His Paragon:
All Colour, Shape, or Form, we know
Improve to bet to thoe think o;
For where Eteem its Anchor wets,
There grows true Pearl, no Counterfets.
Were She as Crooked as a Pin,
And yet could Love, it were no in
To love again; for Writers tell,
That love hath in't the Loadtons pell:
Were She proportion'd like the Sphere,
No Limb or Joint Irregular;
Yet to my fancy if he Jarr,
I hall not fail by uch a Starr:
Did She out-vie the new-born Day,
Or th'richet Treauries of May
So that what Skies or Flowers put on,
Give place to her Complexion
I'l sooner deem a black Wench white,
Thats uiting to my Appetite.
Well, in concluion, hath She Fair,
Or Brown, or Black, or Golden hair
Where one is Cupid truck, Venus is there.
What e're I here enjoy below,
I mut indebted tand to Thee,
Great Patron of my Libertie;
For in the Cluter of affaires,
Whence there are dealing everall hares:
As in a Trick Thou hat conveigh'd
Into my hand what can be aid;
Whilt He who doth himelf poes,
Makes all things pas him eem farr les.
Riches and Honors that appear
Here I can it, and itting under
Then turning over Natures leaf,|
I mark the Glory of the Sheaf,
For every Field's a everall page,
Diciphering the Golden Age:
So that without a Miners pains,
Or Indie's reach, here plenty raigns;
Which watred from above, implies,
That our acknowledgements hould rie
To Him, that thus creates a birth
Of Mercies for us out of Earth :
Here, is no other Cae in Law,
There, are no other Warrs, or Strife's - -
/ p.174 /
Thus out of fears, nor noie of Warr,|
Crowds, and the clamourings at Barr;
The Merchant's dread, th'uncontant tides,
With all Vexation beides;
I hugg my Quiet, and alone
Take thee for my Companion,
And deem in doing o, I've all
I can True Converation call:
For o my Thoughts by this retreat
Grow tronger, like contracted heat.
Whether on Natures Book I mue,
Secure, with uch as kindly entertain:
If ent to any Others, tell them this,
The Author o takes but his Mark amis:
Who's fearles of reproach from Criticks skill,
Seing, t'look a given hore ith' mouth ounds ill:
And what alone to Friends he would impart,
Hath not at all to doe with Fair or Mart.
Wherefore whoever hall perue thee Rimes,
Mut know, they were beguilers of pare times.
[ p.176 ]
[In handwriting, writer unidentified:]
The words of a ritous man I love to hear|
& a good mans company I love dear
& in a good book I love to look
to see what Is ritten their.