Great ones would not let us feed thy flock Vnles we plaâ—'d the fooles and wore a Frock We were forbid unles wee 'd yeeld to signe And crosse their browes they say a mark of thine To say the truth great Iudge they were not fed Lord here they be but Lord they be all dead Ah cruel Shepheards Could your conscience serve Not to be fooles and yet to let them sterve What if your Fiery spirits had bin bound To Antick Habits or your heads bin crownd With Peacocks Plumes had ye bin forc'd to feed Your Saviours dear-bought Flock in a fools weed He that was scorn'd revil'd endur'd the Curse Of a base death in your behalfs nay worse Swallow'd the cup of wrath charg'd up to th' brim Durst ye not stoope to play the fooles for him 34. Doe this and live DOe this and live T is true Great God then who Can hope for life for who hath power to Doe Art thou not able Is thy Taske too great Canst thou desier help Canst thou intreat Aid from a stronger Arm Canst thou conceive Thy Helper strong enough Canst thou beleeve The suffrings of thy dying Lord can give Thy drooping shoulders rest Doe this and live 35. On Ioseph and his Mistresse WHen as th' Egyptian Lady did invite Wel-favor'd Ioseph to unchast delight How well the motion and the place agreed A beastly Place and t was a beastly Deed A place well season'd for so foule a sin Toâ— sweet to serve so foule a Master in 36. On Scriptum est SOme words excell in vertue and discover A rare conclusion thrice repeated over Our Saviour thrice was tempted thrice represt Th'assaulting tempter with thrice SCRIPTVM EST. If thou would'st keepe thy soule secure from harme Thoâ— know'st the words It is a potent Charme 37. On the flourishing of the Gospell HOw doe our Pastures florish and refresh Our uberous Kine so faire so full of flesh How doe our thriving Cattell feed our young With plenteous Milk with their flesh the strong Heav'n blest our Charles and he did our late Iames From Pharohs troubles and from Pharohs Dreames 38. On Ioseph's Speech to his Brethren GOe â—etch your Brother said th' Egyptian Lord If you intend our Garniers shall afford Your craving wants their so desir'd supplies If He come not by Pharoes life y' are Spies Ev'n as your Suits expect to find our Grace Bring him or dare not to behold my face Some little food to serve you on the way We here allow but not to feed delay When you present your Brother to our Hand Ye shall have plenty and possesse the Land Away and let your quicke obedience give The earnest of your Faiths Do this and live If not your wilfull wants must want supply For ye are Spies and ye shall surely dye Great God th' Egyptian Lord resembles Thee The Brother 's Iesus and the Suitors Wee 39. Of common Devotion OVr God and Souldiers we alike adore Ev'n at the Brink of danger not before After deliverance both alike requited Our God 's forgotten and our Souldier's slighted 40. On the Day of Iudgement O When shal that time come wheÌ„ the loud Trump Shall wake my sleeping Ashes from the Dump Of their sad Vrne That blessed Day wherein My glorifi'd my metamorphiz'd Skin Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh And new refined substance of this flesh When my transparent Flesh dischargd froÌ„ groanâ—s And paynes shall hang upon new polisht Bones When as my Body shall re-entertaine Her cleansed Soule and never part againe VVhen as my Soule shall by a new Indenture Possesse her new-built house come down and enter VVhen as my Body and my Soule shall plight Inviolable faith and never fight Nor wrangle more â—or alcercat agin About that strife-begetting question Sin VVhen Soule and Body shall receive their Doome Of O yee Blessed of my Father Come VVhen Death shall be exil'd and damn'd to dwell VVithin her proper and true Center Hell VVhere that old Tempter shall be bound in Chaynes And over-whelm'd with everlasting paynes VVhilst I shall sit and in full Glory sing Perpetuall Anthems to my Iudge my King 41. On Death VVHy should we not as well desier Death As Sleep No diffrence but a little Breath 'T is all but Rest 't is all but a Releasing Our tyred lims VVhy then not alike pleasing Being burthen'd with the sorrowes of the Day VVe wish for night which being come we lay Our Bodies downe yet when our very Breath Is yrkesome to us w' are affraid of Death Our Sleepe is oft accompanied with â—rights Distracting Dreames and dangers of the nights VVhen in the Sheets of Death our Bodie 's sure From all such Evils and we sleepe secure VVhat matter Doune or Earth what boots it whether Alas Our Bodye's sensible of neither Things that are senslesse feele nor paynes nor ease Tell me and why not Wormes as well as Fleas In Sleepe we know not whether our clos'd eyes Shall ever wake from Death w' are sure to rise I but 't is long first O is that our feares Dare we trust God for Nights and not for Yeares 42. On the Body of Man MAns Body 's like a House His greater Bones Are the maine Timber And the lesser Ones Are smaller Splints His Ribs are Laths daubd o'er Plaister'd with flesh and bloud his Mouth 's the Doore His Throat 's the narrow Entry And his Heart Is the Great Chamber full of curious Art His Midreife is a large partition Wall 'Twixt the Great Chamber and the spacious Hall His Stomacke is the Kitchin where the Meate Is often but halfe sod for want of Heate His Spleen 's a Vessell Nature does allot To take the skimme that rises from the Pot His Lungs are like the Bellowes that respire In ev'ry office quickning ev'ry Fire His Nose the Chimney is whereby are vented Such Fumes as with the Bellowes are augmented His Bowels are the Sinke whose part 's to drâ—ine All noysome filth and keepe the Kitchin cleane His Eyes like Christall Windowes cleare and bright Lets in the Obâ—ect and le ts out the sight And as the Timber is or great or small Or strong or weake 't is apt to stand or fall Yet is the likelyest Building sometimes knowne To fall by obvious Chances overthrowne Oft-times by Tempests by the full mouth'd Blasts Of Heav'n Sometimes by Fire Somtimes it wasts Through unadvis'd neglect Put case the Stuffe Were ruin-proofe by nature strong enough To conquer Time and Age Put case it should Ne'er know an end Alas Our Leases would What hast thou then proud flesh and bloud to boast Thy Dayes are ev'll at best but few at most But sad at merryest and but weake at strongest Vnsure at surest and but short at longest 43. On the young man in the Gospell HOw well our Saviour and the landed Youth Agreed a little while And to say truth Had he had will and power in his hand To keepe the Law but as he kept his Land No doubt
his soule had found the sweet fruition Of his owne choyce desires without Petition But he must Sell and Follow or else not Obtaine his heav'n O now his heav'ns too hot He cannot stay he has no businesse there Hee 'l rather misse then buy his heav'n too deare When Broth 's too hot for hasty hounds how they Will licke their scalded lips and sneake away 44. On Mans goodnesse and Gods love GOd loves not Man because that Man is good For Man is sinfull because Flesh and Blood We argue false It rather may behove us To thinke us good 'cause God thinks good to love us Hee that shall argue up from Man to God Takes but the paines to gather his owne Rod Who from such Premisâ—es shall drawe's Conclusion Makes but a Syllogisme of his owne confusion 45. On Mans Plea MAns Plea to Man is That he never more Will begge and that he never begg'd before Mans Plea to God is That he did obtaine A former Suit and therefore sues againe How good a God we serve that when we sue Makes his old gifts th'examples of his new 46. On Furio. FVrio will not forgiue Furio beware Furio will curse himselfe in the Lords Prayer 47. On Martha and Mary MArtha with joy receiv'd her blessed Lord Her Lord she welcoms feasts and entertains Mary saâ—e silent heares but speakes no word Martha takes all and Mary takes no paines Mary's to heare to feast him Martha's care is Now which is greater Martha's love or Mary's Martha is full of trouble to prepare Martha respects his good beyond her owne Mary sits still at ease and takes no care Mary desires to please her selfe alone The pleasure's Maryes Martha's all the care is Now which is greater Martha's love or Maryes T is true Our blessed Lord was Martha's Guest Mary was his and in his feast delighted Now which hath greater reason to love best The bountifull Invitor or th'invited Sure both lov'd well But Mary was the detter And therefore should in reason love the better Marye's was spirituall Martha's love was carnall T'one kist his hand The other but the Glove As far as mortall is beneath eternall So far is Martha's lesse then Marye's love How blest is he Great God whose heart remembers Marye's to Thee and Martha's to thy Members 48. On our Blessed Saviour WE often read our blessed Saviour wept But never laught and seldome that he slept Ah sure his heavy eyes did wake â—â—d weepe For us that sin so oft in Mirth and Sleepe 49. On Sinnes SIâ—â—es in respect of Man all mortall be All veniall Iesu in respect of Thee 50. On Mans behaviour to God VVE use our God as Vs'rers doe their bands We often beare him in our hearts our hands His Paths are beaten and his Wayes are trod So long as hee 's a profitable God But when the Money 's paid the Profit 's taken Our Bands are cancel'd and our God 's forsaken 51. On Mans Cruelty ANd daâ—'st thou venture still to live in Sin And crucifie thy dying Lord agin Were not his Pangs sufficient must he bleed Yet more O must our sinfull pleasures feed Vpon his Torments and augment the Story Of the sad passion of the Lord of Glory Is there no pitty Is there no remorse In humane brests Is there a firme diâ—orsâ— Betwixt all mercy and the hearts of Men Parted for ever ne'r to meet agen No mercy bides with us ' â—is thou alone Hast it sweet Jesu for us that have none For Thee Thou hast â—ore-stal'd our Markets so That all 's Above and we have none Below Nay blessed Lord we have not wherewithall To serve our shiftlesse selves unlesse we call To thee that art our Saviour and hast power To give and whom we Crucifye each hower W' are cruell Lord to thee and our selves too IESV forgive's we know not what we doe 52. Mans Progresse THe Earth is that forbiden Tree that growes i th' midst of Paradise Her Fruit that showes So sweet so faire so pleasing to the eyes Is worldly pleasure in a faire disguize The Flesh suggests The fruit is â—aire and good Apt to make wise and a delicious Food It hath a secret vertue wherewithall To make you Gods and not to dye at all Man â—asts and â—empts the frailty of his Brother His Brother eats One bits calls on another His guilty Conscience opes his eyes He sees He sees his â—mpty nakednesse and flees He stiâ—ches slender Fig-leaves and does frame Poore Arguments t'â—xcuse his Sin his Shame But in the cooler evening of his Dayes The voyce calls Adam Adam's in a Maze His Consciâ—nce bids him run The voyce pursues Poore Adâ—m trembles ere he knowes the newes Adam must quit the Garden lest he strive To tast the saving Tree of life and live Poore Man must goe But whether is he bound Ev'n to the place from whence he came the â—round 53. On the two great Flouds TWo Flouds I read of Water and of Wine The first was Noahs Lot the last was thine The first was the Effect The last the Cause Of that foule Sin against the sacred Lawes Of God and Nature Incest Noah found An Arke to save him but poore Lot was drownd Good Nâ—ah found an Arke but Lâ—t found none W' are safer in Gods hands then in our owne The former flood of waters did extend But some few dayes this latter ha's no end They both destroy'd I know not which the worst The last is ev'n as Gen'rall as the first The first being ceas'd the world began to fill The last depopulates and wasts it still Both Flouds ore welm'd both Man and beast together The last is worst if there be best of either The first are ceas'd Heav'n vow'd it by a Signe When shall we seâ— a Rainebow after Wine 54. On Fuca. FVca thou quoâ—'â—t the Scriptures on thy side And maksâ— Rebecâ—a patronize â—hy pride Thou say'st that she wore Ear-rings Did she so Know this withall She bore the Pitcher too Thou may'st like hâ—r weâ—re Ear-rings if thy pride Can stoope to what Rebecca did beside 55. On Abrahams servant THis faithfull Servant will not feed uâ—till He doe his trust-reposing Masters will There 's many now that will not eat before They speed their Masters work They 'l drink the more 56. On Alexander NO marvell thou great Monarch did'st complaine And weep there were no other worlds to gaine Thy griefes and thy complaints were not amisse H 'as Griefe enough that findes no world but this 57. On rash Iudgement IVdge not too fast This Tree that does appeare So barren may be fruitfull the next yeare Hast thou not patience to expect the hower I feare thy owne are Crabs they be so â—ower Thy Judgement oft may tread beside the Text A Saul to day may prove a Paul the next 58. On Iacobs purchase HOw poore was Iacobs motion and how strangâ— His offer How unequall was th' exchange A messe of Porrage for Inheritance Why could not hungry Eâ—au strive
thou to take how free to give 75. On Zacheus WEll climb'd Zacheus 'T was a step well given FroÌ„ hence toth Tree froÌ„ the Tree to HeaveÌ„ 76. On the Plough-man I Heare the whistling Plough-man all day long Sweetning his labour with a chearefull song His Bed's a Pad of Straw His dyet course In both he fares not better then his Horse He seldome slakes his thirst but from the Pumpe And yet his heart is blithe his visage plumpe His thoughts are nere acquainted with such things As Griefes or Feares He onely sweats and sings When as the Landed Lord that cannot dine Without a Qualme if not refresht with Wine That cannot judge that controverted case 'Twixt meat mouth without the Bribe of Sauce That claimes the service to the purest linnen To pamper and to shroud his dainty skin in Groanes out his dayes in lab'ring to appease The rage of either Buisnes or Disease Alas his silken Robes his costly Diet Can lend a little pleasure but no Quiet The untold summes of his descended wealth Can give his Body plenty but not Health The one in Paynes and want possesses all T'other in Plenty findes no peace at all 'T is strange And yet the cause is easly knowne Tone's at Gods finding t'other at his owne 77. On a happy Kingdome THat Kingdome and none other happy is Where Moses and his Aarâ—n meet and kisse 78. On Gods appearance to Moses Gâ—â— first appeard â—o Moses in the Myre The next time he appeard hâ—appeard in Fire The third time he was knowne to Moses eye Vpon mount Sinai cloath'd in Maiestie Thrice God appeares to Man first â—allowing in His â—oule pollution and base Myre of Sin And like to Pharoes daughter do'es bemone Our helplesse State and drawes us for his owne The next â—ime he â—ppeares in Fyre whose bright And gentle flames consume not but give light It is the Fire of Grace where man is bound To d'off his Shâ—â—â—s because 't is holy ground The last apparance shall be in that Mount Where every Soule shall render an Account Of good or evill where all things Transitory Shall cease Grace be crownd with perfect Glory 79. On Gods Law Thy Sacred Law O God Is like to MOâ—ES â—odâ— If wee 〈◊〉 iâ— iâ— our hand It will doe Wonders in the Land If wee sleight and throw it to the Ground 'T will 〈…〉 A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure Nor salve untill the Brazen Serpent cure I wish not Lord thou sholdsâ— â—ithold it Nor wold I have it and not hold it O â—each me theâ—â— my God To handle MOSâ—S Rod. 80. On Pharoâ—â—s bâ—icke OVr God 's not like to Phaâ—oâ— to require His 〈…〉 for Fiâ—e His workemen wanted Straw and yet were lasht For not performance We have Straw unthrasht Yet we are idlâ— and we wâ—â—ch and kicke Against our Burthens and returne no Bricke We spend our 〈…〉 the Sâ—ablâ— And then we cry Alas Wâ— are not able Thinke not on Israâ—ls sufferings in that day When thy offended Justice shall repay Our laboâ—â— Lord when 〈…〉 Thinke 〈◊〉 was a Tyrant Thou a â—od 81. On the insaâ—iablenesse of Mans heart THis Globe of earth ha's not the pow'r to fill The Heart of Man but it desiâ—rs still By him that seekes the Cause is easly found The Heart 's Triangular The Earth is Round He may be full but never to the brim Be fillâ—d with Earth till earth be fill'd with him 82. On Pharoe's â—ard-heartednes PLagâ—es after Plagues And yet not Pharoh yeeld T' enlarge poore Israel Was thy heart so steel'd Rebellious Tyrant that it dare withstand The oft repeated Iudgements of Heav'ns hand Could neither Mercies oyle nor Iudgements thunder Dissolve nor breake thy â—linty heart in sunder No no what Sun beames soften not they harden Purpos'd Rebellions are asleepe to Pardon 83. On the change of Pharoe's fortunes OBserve what peace great Pharo's kingdom found while Ioseph liv'd what blessiâ—gsâ—round â—round His happy dayes Heav'ns plague-infâ—icting hand Was then a stranger to his peacefull Land Peace was entâ—yl'd upon his Royall Thronâ— His Land had Plenty when the World had none His full desiers over-flowd their Brim Favoâ—rs camâ— downe unaskâ—t unsought by him His Scepter florish'd from a God unknownâ— No need to troâ—ble any of his owne While Ioseph liv'd his Blessings had no end That God was his whil'st he was Iosephs Frend These temp'rall Blessings heav'n doth often share Vnto the wicked at the Good-mans Prayer But Ioseph dyes And Iosâ—phs Sons must fall Beneath their Burthens and be scourg'd withall Whilst Tyrant Pharoh's more severer hand Keeps them laborious Pris'ners in his Land God oft permits his Children to be hurld Into distresse to weane them from the world But Pharohs Blessings alter with his Brow The budding Scepter 's turn'd a Serpent now His Land must groan her plagues must still encrease Till Iacobs Off-spring shall find Iacobs peace Gods Children are the Apples of his Eye Whose touch is death if beeing toucht they cry Now Tyrant Pharoh dares no longer chuse Israel must goe Pharoh repents pursues Pharoh wants Brick Pharoh ere long I feare Will find the purchase of his Brick too deare Moses holds forth his Rod The Seas divide The Waves are turn'd to Walls on either side They passe secure Pharoh pursues them still God leaves his Children to the brunt of Ill The Chariot Wheeles flye off the Harnesse cracks One wants a Nayle the next a Hammer lacks How Man is cross'd and puzzel'd in that Plot Where Heav'n denyes successe and prospers not Moses holds forth his Rod The Easterne wind Calls backe the Tydes The parted Waters ioynd And overwhelmd great Pharo and Pharoes Host None scap'd to â—ell the newes All drownd and lost Thus thrives Rebellion Plagues nor doing good Oft-times conclude their Ceremony in Blood Thus hardned hearts grow more and more obdure And Heav'n cuts off when Earth is most secure 84. On the first bornâ— THe Firâ—â— Borne of th' Egyptians all were slaine From him that holds the Scepter to the Swayne But all that are First-borne in Israel be Accepted Lord and sanctiâ—ied to Thee Thy lookes are always turn'd upon the Prime Of all our Actions Words our thoughts our time Thy pleased Eye is fixt upon the First And from the Womb w' are thine or else accurst 85. On baptized Infants I Dare not judge those Iudgements ill advis'd That hold such Infants saâ—'d as dye baptiz'd What hinders Life Originall hath bin New wasâ—t away There 's yet no Actuall Sin Death is th' Effect of Sin The Cause being gon What ground is lefâ— for Death to worke upon I know not But of Israels sons 't is found Moses was sav'd I read that none was drownd 86. On the grumbling Israelites NO sooner out but grumble Is the Brick So soone forgotten 'T is a common trick Serve God in Plenty Egypt can doe thus No thankes to serve our God when God serves us Some sullen Curres when they perceive a Bone
Will wagg their Tayles and faune But snarle if none 87. On Mans Rebellion O How perverse is Flesh and Bloud in whom Rebellion blossomes from the very Wombe What Heav'n commands how lame we are to do And things forbid how soone perswaded tâ— We never read rebellioâ—s Israel did Bow to strange Gods till Israel was forbid 88. On Israel HAd Israel in her want been truely humbled Isr'el had prayd ground to heav'n not grumbled But Isr'el wanted food Isr'els complaint Could not be servent Isr'el being faint Isr'el gets food Now Isr'el is so full That her Devotion and her Zeale is dull Lord when art thou in season When 's the time To doe thee service When 's our Zeale in prime 'T is alwayes either not full ripe or wasting We can not serve our God nor Full nor Fasting 89. On the Sinners Refuge HE that shall shed with a presumptuous hand The blood of Man must by thy just command Be put to death The Murtherer must dye Thy Law denyes him refuge where to flye Great God Our hands have slain a man nay further They have commitâ—ed a presumptuous murther Vpon a guiltles Man Naâ— what is worse They have betraid our Brother to the Curse Of a reproachfull death Nay what exceeds It is our Lord our dying Saviour bleeds Nay more It is thy Son thy only Son All this have we all this our hands have done On what deare Obiects shall we turne our eye Looke to the Law O by the Law we dye Is there no Refuge Lord No place that shall Secure our Soules from Death Aâ— none at all What shall poore Mortals do Thy Lawes are jâ—st And most irrevocable Shall we trust Or flye to our owne Merits and â—e freed By our good Workes I there were helpe indeed Is there no City for a Soule to flye And save it selfe Must we resolve to dye O Infinite O not to be exprest Nay not to be conceived by the brest Of Men or Angels O transcendent Love Incomprehensible as farre above The reach of Man as mans deserts are under The sacred Benefit of so â—lest a Wonder That very Blood our sinfull hands have shed Cryes loud for Mercy and those Wounds do plead For those that made them he that pleades forgives And is both God and Man both dead and lives He whom we murther'd is become our Gâ—arden Hee 's Man to suffer and hee 's God to pardon Here 's our Protection Here our Refuge City Whose living springs run Piety and Pitty Goe then my Soule and passe the common Bounds Of Passion Goe and kneele before his Wounds Go touch them with thy lips thou needst not feare They will not bleed afresh though Thou be there But if they doe that very Blood thou spilt Beleev 't will plead thy Pardon not thy Guilâ— 90. On the deposing of Princes I Know not by what vertue Rome deposes A Christian Prince Did Aaron command Moses If sacred Scriptures mention such a thing Sure Rome has colour to depose a King 91. On PETERS Keyes THe pow'r of Peter does all pow'r excell He opens Heav'n He shuts the Doores of Hell The Keyes are his In what a â—aâ—e were they Should Petersâ— Successors mistâ—ke the Kâ—y 92. On Offrings ARe all such Offrings as are crusht and bruis'd Forbid thy Altar May they not be us'd And must all broken things be set apart No Lord Thou wilt accept a Broken Heart 93 On Vsurers OF all men Vs'rers are not least accurst They robb the Spittle pinch th' Afflicted worst In others griefe they 'r most delighted in Whilst Givers suffer for the Takers sin O how unjust a Trade of life is that Which makes the Lab'rers leane and th' idle fat 94. On Repentance CAnst thâ—â— recover thy consumed Flesh From the well-feasted Wormes Or put on fresh Canst thou redeeme thy Ashes from the dead Or quit thy Carkas from her sheet of Lead Canst thou awaken thy earth-closed eyes Vnlock thy Marble Monument and rise All this thou mayst performe with as great ease As to Repent thee mortall when thou please It is thy Grave not Bed that thou art in Th' art not asleepe but thou art dead in Sin 95. On Wine and Water NAture and Grace who ever tasted both Differ as much as Wine and Water doth This clenses if not grosly stayn'd with Sin The outward Man but scowers not within That cheares the heart makes the Courage bold Quickens and warmes dead spirits that are cold It fires the Blood and makes the Soule divine O â—hat my Water Lord were turnd to Wine 96. On Balams Asse THe Asse that for her slownesse was â—orbid To be imployed in Gods service did Perâ—orme good service now in being slow The Asse received stripes but would not goe She bauâ—kd the way and Balam could not guid her The Asse had farre more wisedome then the Rider The Message being bad the Asse was loth To be the Bearer 'T was a happy sloth 'T was well for Balam Had his Asse but tryde Another step Balam had surely dy'd Poore Asse And was thy faithfull service payd With oft-repeated strokes Hadst thou obayd Thy Lord had bought thy travell with his blood Such is Mans payment often bad for Good The Asse begins to question with his Master Argues the case pleads why he went no faster Nay shewes him Myst'ries far beyond his reach Sure Godwants Prophets when dull Asses preach The Asse perceives the Angel and fals downe When Balam sees him not or â—ees unknowne Nor is 't a wonder for Gods Spirit did passe From blindfold Balam into Balams Asse 97. On some raw Divines SOme raw Divines no sooner are Espous'd To their first Wives and in the Temple hous'd But straight the Peace is broke They now begin T' appoint the Field to fight their Battailes in School-men must war with School men text with text The first 's the Chaldee's Paraphrase the next The Septuagints Opinion thwarts Opinion The Papist holds the first The last th' Arminian And then the Councells must be call'd t'advice What this of Lateran sayes what that of Nice And here the poynt must be anew disputed Arrius is false and Bellarmine's confuted Thus with the sharpe Artill'ry of their Wit They shoot at Random carelesse where they hit The slightly studied Fathers must be prayd Although on small acquaintance in to ayd Whose glorious Varnish must impose a glosse Vpon their Paint whose gold must gild their drosse Now Martine Luther must be purg'd by them From all his Errors like a School-boyes Theame Free-wil's disputed Consubstantiation And the deepe Ocean of Predestination Where daring venter oft too far into 't They Pharo like are drownd both Horse and Foot Forgetting that the Sacred Law enioynes New-married men to sit beneath their Vines And cheare their Wives They must not venter out To Warre untill the Yeare be run about 98. On Buying of the Bible T Is but a folly to rejoyce or boast How smal a price thy wel-bought Pen'worth cost Vntill
thy death thou shalt not fully know Whether thy Purchase be good cheap or no And at that day beleev 't it will appeare If not extreamely cheape extreamely deare 99. On the Buying of the New Testament REader If thou wilt prove no more Then what I terme thee ev'n before Thou aske the price turne backe thine eye If otherwise unclaspe and buy Know then the Price of what thou buy'st Is the deare Blood of Iesus Christ Which Price is over-deare to none That dares protect it with his owne If thou stand guilty of the price Ev'n save thy purs-strings and be wise Thy mony will but in conclusion Make purchase of thy owne Confusion But if that guilt be done away Thou mayst as safely buy as pay 100. To my BOOKE MY Little Pinnace strike thy Sayles Let slippe thy Anchor The VVinâ—e fayles And Sea-men oft in Calmes doe feare That foule and boy â—â—rous â—â—ather's neare If a 〈◊〉 Storme should rise And blâ—â—â—er from Censorious Eyes Although the swelling VVaâ—es be rough And proud thy 〈◊〉 saâ—e enough Rest Rest a while â—ill â—bbing Tides Shall make thee stanch and breme thy sides When VVinds shall serve hoyst up thy Sayle And flye before a prosp'rous Gale That all the Coasters may resort And bid thee welcome to thy PORT The end of the first Booke DIVINE FANCIES The second Booke 1. To Almighty GOD. LORD Thou requir'st the first of all our Time The first of all our Actions and the prime Of all our Thoughts And Lord good reason we When Thou giv'st all should give the First to Thee But O we often rob thee of thy due Like Elies Children whom thy vengeance slue We pinch thy Offring to enlarge our Fee We keepe the Fat and carve the Leane to thee We thrust our three-tooth'd Flesh-hook in thy Pot That only what the Flesh-hook taketh not We share to thee Lord we are still deceiving We take the Prime and feed thee with our leaving Our Sluttish Bowles are cream'd with soile filth Our Wheat is full of Chaffe of Tares our Tilth Lord what in Flesh and Blood can there be had That 's worth the having when the best is bad Here 's nothing good unlesse thou please to make it O then if ought be worth the taking take it 2. On Gods Dyet DEare Lord when wee approch thy sacred Fire To burne our Sacrifice thou do'st require The Heads of ev'ry Beast that dyes the Hearts Th'enclosed Fatâ— and all the Inward parts Our Senses and our Memories must be All set apart and sanctifi'd to Thee The strength of our Desires the best perfections Of our imperfect Wills the choyce Aflections Of our refined hearts must all conjoyne To seeke thy Glory They must all be thine I know thy Dyet Lord Of all the rest Thou do'st affect the Head and Purâ—nance best 3. On Moses Birth and Death VVE read no sooner new-borne Moses crept Into this vale of Teares but th'Infant wept But being warned of his Death his Last We find it storied that he sung as fast These sev'rall Passions found their reason why He dy'd to live but he was borne to dye To whom this Transitory life shall bring Just cause to weepe there death gives cause to sing 4. On Ieptha's Vow VIctorious Ieptha could thy Zeale allow No other way then by a rash-made Vow T' expresse thy Thanks A Vow whose undertaking Was ev'n a Sin more odious then the making 'T was cruell Piety that taught thee how To paddle in thy Daâ—ghters Blood But thou Vnlucky Virgin was there none to â—e Betwixt thy Fathers mortall Brow and Thee Why cam'st thou forth sweet Virgin To what end Mad'st thou such needlesse hast Thou cam'st to lend Thy filiall Triumph to thy Fathers Wreath Thou thought'st to meet a Blessing and not Death Rash Ieptha may not thy repentance quit That Vow when Rashnesse was the Cause of it O canst thou not dispence with that wherein Thy strict Religion 's a presumptuous Sin Is she unhappy or thou cruell rather Vnhappy Child and too too cruell Father 5. On Jesus and Sampson AN Angel did to Mâ—noâ—hs wife appeare And brought the news her barren Womb should beare Did not another Angel if not He Thrice blessed Virgin bring the same to thee The Wife of Mâ—noâ—h nine moneths being run Her Heâ—v'n-saluted womb brought forth a Son To thee sweet Virgin full of Grace and Heaven A Child was borne to us a Son was given The name of hers was Sampson borne to fight For captiv'd Israel and a Nazarite Thine was a Naz'rite too and borâ—e to ease us From Sathans burâ—hens and his name is Iesus Sâ—â—pson espons'd and tooke in Marriage her That was the child of an Idolater Our Iesus tooke a wife that bow'd the knee And â—orshipt unknown◠〈◊〉 as well as she Assaulted Saâ—psoâ— meâ— and had to doe VVith â— fierce Lyon â—oyld and 〈◊〉 him too Our conquering Iesus purchas'd higher fame His arme encountred Death and overcame 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 But what Is Sampson singular in this Did not our Iesus doe the like to his Sampson propounds a Riddle and does hide The folded Myst'ry in his faithles Bride Our blessed Iesus propounds Riddles too Too hard for Man his Bride unsought t' undoe The Bride forsakes her Sampson do's betroth her To a new Love and falsly weds another And did not the adult'rous Iewes forgoe Their first Love Iesus and forsake him too Displeased Sampson had the choyce to wed The younger Sister in the Elders stead Displeased Jesus had espous'd the Younger God send her fairer and affections stronger Sampson sent Foxes on his fiery errant Among their corn made their crimâ—s his warrant Offended Jesus shewes as able signes Of wrath His Foxes have destroyd their Vines Our Sampsons love to Delilah was such That for her sake poore Sampson suffer'd much Our Jesus had his Delilah For her His Soule became so great a sâ—ffâ—râ—r Sampson was sâ—bject to their scorne and shame And was not Jesus even the very same Sampson's betrayd to the Philistians hands VVas bound a while but quickly brake his bands Jesus the first and sâ—cond day could be The Graves closâ— pris'ner but the third was free In this they differ'd Jesus dying Breath Cry'd out for Life but Sampsons cald for Death Father forgive them did our Jesus crye But Sampson Let me be reveng'd and dye Since then sweet Saviour t is thy Death must ease us We flye from Sampson and appeale to Iesus 6. On Elyes double â—ensure VVHen barren Hanna prostrate on the Floore In heat of zeale and passion did implore Redresse from Heav'n censorions Ely thought She had beene drunk and checkt her for her fault Rough was his Censure and his Check ausâ—ere Where mildnesse should be us'd w' are oft severe But when his lustfull Sonnes that could abuse The House of God making her Porch their Stues Appear'd before him his indulgent tongue Compounded rather then rebuk'd the wrong He dare not shoot for feare he
to thee The selfe same Crowne That did enclâ—se his Princely browes and thine Th◠〈◊〉 same flesh and blood the next o'th'Line The selfe same people were alive to blesse The prosp'rous dayes But not the same successe Where reste the fault what secret mischiefe can Vn-same thy peace 'T was not the selfe same Man 34. On the Prophet slaine by a Lyon T Was not for malice not for want of Food The obvious Lyon shed this Prophets blood Where faithlesse man neglects the sacred Law Of God there beasts abate their servile awe To man When Man dares take a dispensation By sin to frustrate th' end of Mans Creation The Beasts Oft-times by mans Example doe Renounce the end of their Creation too The Prophet must abstaine He was forbid He must not eate And yet the Prophet did Th'obedient Lyon had command to shed That Prophets Blood and see the Prophet's dead O how corrupt's the nature of Mans Will That breaks those Lawes which very Beasts fulfill 35. On Ahab HOw Ahâ—b longs Ahab must be possest Of Naboths Vineyard or can find no rest His tongue must second his unlawfull eye Ahab must sue and Naboth must denye Ahab growes sullen he can eat no Bread His Body prostrates on his restlesse Bed Vnlawfull lust immoderate often brings A loathing in the use of lawfull things Ahabs defier must not be with-stood It must be purchas'd though with Naboths Blood Witnesse must be suborn'd Naboth must lie Open to Law must be condemn'd and dye His goods must be confiscate to the Crowne Now Ahab's pleas'd The Vineyard's now his owne Vnlawfull Pleasures when they jostle further Then ordinary bounds oft end in murther Me thinkes the Grapes that cluster from that Vine Should being prest afford more blood then wine 36. On Rehoboam PEople have Balances wherein to weigh Their new-crown'd Princes which can soone bewray Their native worth Some counterpoyse th'allow Vnhappy Israel had not weights enow To weigh thy Fingers Heads can never rest In peace when their poore members are opprest Had thy unlucky Fingers weigh'd no more Then thy light Iudgement had thy judeement bore But halfe the burthen of thy Fingers weight Thou hadst bin prosp'rous both in Crowne and State The Lyon's knowne by 's Paw The people spends Their Judgement of a Prince by 's Fingers ends 37. On Leprous Naaman THe Leper prompted with his lothsome griefe Seekes to the King of Israel for reliefe But Naaman's vayne desiers could not thrive Israel's no God to hill or make alive The Morall Man is of too meane a Stature To reach his hand above the head of Nature The willing Prophet undertakes the Cure The Leper must goe wash and be secure From his Disease He must goe paddle straight In Iordan's water 'T is a faire Receipt And why in Iordan Have our Syrian streames Lesse pow'r then Isr'els sure the Prophet dreames How hard it is for Mortals to rely On Faith How apt is sense to question why The Cure perplâ—xes more then the Disease Prophets prescribe no better meanes then these I lookd his Ceremonious hand should stroke The place I look'd the Prophet should invoke Some men would faine he cleane if God would stay Their times or would but cure them their owne way The techy Leper is displeas'd hee 'l hence The Iordan Prophet dallyes against sense His wiser servants urge their hasty Lord To Iordan's streames He washes is restor'd How good a God have we whose grace fulfils Our choyce desires oft-times against our wills The Leper's clens'd And now he dos applaud Not Isr'els streames alone but Isr'els God The Prophet must have thanks and Gold beside The thanks are taken but the Gold 's deny'd Who would not deale with Thee that are not nice To sell such Pen'worths at so small a price Naaman in lieu of his refus'd reward Vowes the true God provided when his Lord Shall serve i th house of Rimmon if he bow For fashion-sake he may secure his Vow Some will not stick to lend their God a house Might they reserve one roome for their owne use Gehazi thinks the Cure too cheape He soone Oretakes the Lepers Chariâ—t asks a Boone I' th' Prophets name But marke what did befall He got his Boone but got his plague withall Vnlawfull gaines are least what they appeare And ill got Gold is a alwayes bought too deare Lord I did wash in Iordan and was cur'd My Flesh that false Gehazi hath procur'd A sinfull purchase having over-run The clensed Naaman of my Soule What 's done By false Gehazi let Gehazi beare Let Naamans Leprosie alone stick there O clense them both or if that may not be Lord strike Gehazi and keepe Naaman free 38. On Chamber-Christians NO matter whether some there be that say Or goe to Church or stay at home if pray Smiths dainty Sermons have in plenty stor'd me With better stuffe then Pâ—lpets can afford me Tell me why pray'st thou Heav'n commanded so Art not commanded to his Temples too Small store of manners when thy Prince bids Come And feast at Court to say I 've â—â—at at home 39. On the Widowes Cruse LOrd I 'm in debt and have not where withall To pay My score is great my wealth but small My house is poorely furnisht and my Food Is slender I have nothing that is good Lord if my wasted Fortunes proove no better My Debt is ev'n as desp'rate as the Detter All the reliefe thy servant this long while Hath had is but a little Cruse of Oyle There 's none will give of Almes I neither get Enough to satisfie my wants nor debt Lord if thee please to show the selfe same Art Vpon the slender vessell of my Heart The Prophet did upon the Widowes Cruse I shall have Oyle to sell have Oyle to use So shall my Debt be paid and I go free No Debt is desp'rate in respect of Thee 40. On the swimming Axe THe borrow'd Axe fell in 'T was lost lamented The Prophet moov'd the Workman discontented A Stick he â—ne downe and by the Prophets hand Throwne in the Axe did float and came aland And why a Stick Had that the pow'r to call The massy â—ron up Sure none at all Moses must use his Rod Moses I doubt it Had beene but lame but impotent without it Nor could that Rod have scourged Pharoes Land Had it beene waved by an other hand God often workes by meanes and yet not so But that he can as well without them too God can save Man without the helpe of Man But will not Wils not alwaies that he can Something is left for us we must not lye i th' ditch and cry And if we dye we dye We must not lye like Blocks relying on The workmans Axe There 's something must be done The workmans Axe perchance had never bin Recald againe if not the sticke throwne in We must be doing yet those Deeds as our Have no more native vertue nay lesse power To save us then that sticke
charg'd his God with ill A Faith that lodges in a double Brest May stand the touch None but true Faiths the Test If these be Flames poore man must swelter in He needs a World a patience not to sin 46. On bauling Curres I Feard the world and I were too acquainted I hope my feares are like her Joyes but painted Had I not bin a Stranger as I past Her bauling Curres had never bark'd so fast 47. On DAVID STands it with State that Princely David who Did weare the Crown should play the Harper too He playes and sings His glory ne'r disdaines To dance and to receive a Crowne for 's paines T is no disparagement 't is no misprision Of State to play before the Great Musitian 48. On ABRAHAM THe word is out Poore Abr'am must be gon Must take his Isaak take his onely Son The Son of his Affection him from whom From whose blest loynes so many Kings must come Ev'n him must Abr'am slay Abr'am must rise And offer Isaac a burnt Sacrifice God scornes the Offals of our faint desires He gives the best and he the best requires Abr'am forbeares to question thinks not good To reason to advise with Flesh and Blood Begs not young Isaacks life nor goes about T'object the Law of Murther makes no doubt He rises rises early leads his Son Hasts where this holy Slaughter must be done Where God bids Goe that very Breath's a warrant We must not linger there Haste crownes the Arrant His Servants must no further They must stay Private Devotion claimes a private Way They must abide with th' Asse whilst th' aged Syre In t'one hand takes the knife in t'other Fire The sacred Wood of Offring must be pil'd On the young shoulders of th'obedient Childe O here mine eye must spend a teare to see Thee beare that Wood great God that since bore Thee Mistrustles Isaac seeing the wood the fire The sacrificing Knife begins t' enquire But where 's the Sacred Lambe that must be slaine Resolved Abr'am lest the flesh should gaine Too much of Nature sayes not Thou my Son Art he but The Almighty will provide â—s one Where God commands 't is not enough t' effect But we must baulk th' occasion of neglect The faithfull Abra'm now erects an Altar Orders the wood what tongue can chuse but falter To tell the rest He layes his hands upon His wondring Isaac binds his only Son He layes him downe unsheath's his Priestly knife Vp-heaves his arme to take his Isaacks life True faith is active Covets to proceed From thought to action and from will to deed Before the strengthned stroke had time to fall A Sudden voyce from Heav'n cryes hold Recall Thy threatning Arme and sheath thy â—oly Knife Thy Faith has answer'd for thy Isaac's life Touch not the Childe thy Faith is throughly showne That has not spar'd thine owne thine onely Son How easie is our God and liberall who Counts it as don what we haue will to doe 49. On Censorio CEnsorio takes in hand by sharp reproofe To mend his Brothers errror and to snuffe His darkned Flame and yet Censorio's crimes Are rankt among the foulest of the Times Let none presume Censorio to controule Or top the dim light of anothers Soule If not more pure then him that is controll'd The Temple-Snuffers must be perfect Gold 50. On Mordecay and Haman TWo Steeds appointed were by Hamans hand The one at Grasse The other Steed did stand In Persia's Mues The former was providing For Mordecay the last for Hamans riding But since in order last things prove the worst Hamans ambition drove him to the First But see proud Hamans prouder Steed did cast His glorious rider whilest the Iew sits fast What matter Haman Fortuâ—â— though no Friend Of thine first brought thee to thy Iourneyes end 51. On three Fooles THe Wise man sayes It is a Wise mans part To keepe his tongue close pris'ner in his heart If he be then a Foole whose thought denies There is a God how desp'rately unwise How more then Foole is he whose language shall Proclaime in publike There 's no God at all What then are they nay Fooles in what degree Whose Actions shall maintain 't Such fooles are we 52. On miserable Man ADam the highest pitch of perfect nature And lively image of his great Creator Declin'd his God and by one sinfull Deed Destroy'd himselfe and ruin'd all his seed How wretched then how desp'rate's our Condition Whose ev'ry minute makes a repetition Of greater sins against both light of Nature And Grace against Creation and Creator Alas we claime not by descent alone But adde by hourely purchase of our owne There is no breach of Loyalty no sin We are imperfect and unpractis'd in Shall not a world of Sins bring ruine then To One when one Sin slew a world of men 53. On Mans two enemies TWo potent Enemies attend on Man T'one's fat and plump The other leane and wan T'one faunes and smiles The other weepes as fast The first Presumption is Despaire the last That feeds upon the bounty of full Treasure Brings jolly newes of Peace and lasting pleasure This feeds on want unapt to entertaine Gods Blessings Finds them ever in the waine Their Maximes disagree But their Conclusion Is the selfe same Both jump in Mans Confusion Lord keepe me from the first or else I shall Sore up and melt my waxen wings and fall Lord keepe the second from me lest I then Sinke downe so low I never rise agen Teach me to know my selfe and what I am And my Presumption will be turn'd to shame Give me true Faith to know thy dying Son What Ground has then Despaire to worke upon T' avoid my shipwrack upon either Shelfe O teach me Lord to know my God my selfe 54. On Queene ESTER ILlustrious Princesse had thy chance not beene To be a Captive thou hadst bin no Queene Such is the Fortune our Misfortune brings Had we not first bin Slaves w'ad ne'r beene Kings 55. On Slanders HAve sland'rous tongues bin busie to defame The pretious Oyntment of my better name Or hath censorious basenesse gone about With her rude blast to puffe my Taper out They have And let their full mouthd bellowes puffe It is their Breath that sâ—inks and not my Snuffe I let them snarle and burst that I may smile Doe let them jerk and I will laugh the while They cannot sâ—rike beyond my patience No I le beare and take it for an Honour too The height that my Ambition shall flye Is only to deserve their Calumny O what a Iudgement 't were if such as they Should but allow my Actions and betray My'endangered â—ame by their maligne applause To good Opinion That were a just Cause Of Griefe indeed but to be made the Story Of such base tongues it is my Crowne my Glory I let them spend their Dust against the winde And bark against the Moone till they be blind And weary Let their malice not forbeare
To baule at Innocence to wound and teare An absent name whilst their unâ—allowed tongues Make me a glorious Martyr in their wrongs I beg no Favour Nay my hearts desire Is still to be calcin'd by such a Fyre That in conclusion all men may behold A faire gilt Counter from a Crowne of Gold Great God I care not this how foule I seeme To Man May I be faire in thy esteeme It matters not how light I seeme to be To the base world so I be weight to thee 56. On NABVCHADNEZZER WHat lucklesse Accident hath bred such ods Betwixt great Babels Monarch and his Gods That they so oft disturbe him and affright His broken slumbers with the Dreames of night Alas what hath this Princely Dreamer done That he must quit the Glory of his Throne His Royall Scepter his Imperiall Crowne Must be expeld his Honour and come downe Below the meanest Slave and for a Season Be banisht from the use the Act of Reason Must be exil'd from humane shape and chew The cudde and must be moistned with the dew Of heav'n nay differ in no other thing From the bruit beast but that he was a King What ayle thy Gods that they are turn'd so rough So full of rage what had they meat enough To fill their golden Stomacks Was thy knee Bent oft enough what might the reason be Alas poore harmelesse things it was not they 'T was not their wills I dare be bold to say They knew it not It was not they that did it They had no pow'r to act or to forbid it Deserv'st thou not Great King the stile of Beast To serve such Gods whose Deities can digest Their servants open wrongs that could dispense With what they'endure without the least offence Illustrious Beast methinks thy better'd state Has no great reason to complaine of Fate Thou art more neere to him thou didst adore By one degree then ere thou wert before â—Tis some promotion That there is lesse ods ' Betwixt thy Nature and thy senslesse Gods 57. On PARTIO HAst thou forsaken all thy Sinnes but One Beleeve it Partio Th' ast forsaken None 58. On Ignorance THe greatest Friend Religion hath t' aduance Her glory's unaffected Ignorance The burning Taper lends the fairest light And shines most glorious in the shades of night 59. On a great Battaile VVHen my rebellious Flesh doth disagree With my resisting Spirit me thinks I see Two mighty Princes draw into the Field Where one must win the Day the other yeeld They both prepare Both strike up their Alarmes Both march Both well appointed in their Armes They both advance their Banners T'one displayes A bloody Crosse The other Colours blaze A Globe terrestriall Nature carries one And Grace the other Each by 's Ensigne's knowne They meet encounter blowes exchange for blowes Dart is returnd for Dart They grapple Close Their Fortune 's hurryed with unequall Sailes Somtimes the Crosse somtimes the Globe prevailes We are that Field And they that strive to win us Are God and Sathan Those that warre within us The Flesh the Spirit No parting of the Fray Till one shall win the other lose the Day My God O weaken this rebellious Flesh That dares oppose O quicken and refresh My dull and coward Spirit that would yeeld And make proud Sathan Master of the Field Deare Lord the Field's thy own thou thoughtst it good To purchas 't with my dying Saviours Blood 'T is thine Great God by title and by right Why should thou question what 's thy owne by fight Lord keepe possession thou and let th'accurst And base Vsurper doe his best his worst 60. On the World THe World 's an Inne and I her Guest I eate I drinke I take my Rest My Hostesse Nature do's deny me Nothing wherewith she can supply me Where having stayd a while I pay Her lavish Bills and goe my way 61. On the Sabbath AWay my thoughts Away my words my deeds Away what ever nourishes and feeds My frayle delights Presume not to approach Into my presence dare not once t' encroach Vpon the hallowed Temple of my Soule Ye are not for this Day y' are all too foule Abide yee with the Asse till I goe yonder And cleave the Isaac of my heart in sunder I must goe sacrifice I must goe pray I must performe my holy vowes to day Tempt not my tender frailty I enjoyne Your needfull absence y' are no longer mine But if it may not be that we must sever Our yoakt affections and not part for ever Yet give me leave without offence to borrow At least this day although we meet to morrow 62. On Prayer IN all our Prayers th' Almighty do's regard The Iudgement of the Ballance not the Yeard He loves not Words but Matter 'T is his pleasure To buy his Wares by Weight and not by Measure 63. On FIDO FIndst thou no comfort on this fickle Earth No Joy at all No Obiect for thy Mirth Nothing but Sorrow Nothing else but toyle What doe thy dayes shew nothing worth a smile Doe worldly pleasures no contentment give Content thee Fido Th' ast not long to live 64. On CHARISSA WOldst thou Charissa wish thy fortunes better Then by thy act to make thy God thy Detter I le teach thee how to doe 't Relieve the poore And thou mayst safely set it on Gods Score 65. On RAYMOND SEBVND I Wonder Raymond thy illustrious Witt Strengthned with so much learning could commit So great a Folly as to goe about By Natures feeble light to blazen out Such Heav'n-bred Mist'ryes which the hearts of Men Cannot conceive much lesse the darkned Pen Expresse such secrets at whose depth the Quire Of blessed Angels tremble and admire Could thy vaine-glory lend no easier taske To thy sublime Attempt then to unmaske The glorious Trinity whose Tri-une face Was ne'r discovered by the eye of Grace Much lesse by th' eye of Nature being a story Objected only to the Eye of Glory Put out thy light bold Raymond and be wise Silence thy tongue and close thy'ambitious eyes Such heights as these are Subjects far more fit For holy Admiration then for Witt. 66. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the hayres upon my head And raise their Audit to as high a score In this they differ These doe dayly shed But ah my sinnes grow dayly more and more If by my Hayres thou number out my sinnes Heav'n make me bald before that day begins 67. On the Gospell OVr Gospell thrives the more by forreine Iarres It overcomes in outward opposition But O it suffers still in Civill Warres And loses Honour by a home-division If thou assist I care not Lord with whom I warre abroad so I have peace at home 68. On the dayes of Man LOrd if our dayes be few why doe we spend And lavish them unto so evill an end Lord if our dayes be evill why doe we wrong Our selves and Thee to wish our Day so long Our dayes decrease but still our evils renew Great
God we make them evill Thou mak'st them few 69. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the Sands upon the shore Which every Ebbe layes open to the Eye In this they differ These are cover'd ore With ev'ry Flood My sinnes still open lye If thou wilt make mine Eyes a Sea of teares O they will hide the sinnes of all my yeares 70. On KAIN and DAVID THeir Sins were equall Equall was their guilt They both committed Homicide Both spilt Their Brothers guiltles blood Nay of the twayne The first occasion was lesse foule in Kain 'T was likely Kains Murther was in heate Of blood There was no former grudge no threate But Davids was a Plott He tooke the life Of poore Vriah to enjoy his Wife Was Iustice equall Was her Ballance even Kain was punisht David was forgiven Both came to tryall But good David did Confesse that Sin which cursed Kain hid Kain bewaild the punishment wherein His Sin had plung'd him David wayles his Sin If I lament my sins Thou wilt forbeare To punish Lord or give me strength to beare 71. On PLAVSVS PLausus of late hath rais'd an Hospitall Repay'rd a Church Founded a Colledge Hall Plausus hath built a holy Temple vow'd it To God Erects a Schoole and has endow'd it Plausus hath given through his abundant pity A Spittle to the blind and lame o' th' Citty Plausus allowes a Table for the poore O' th â—Parish besides those he seeds at doore Plausus relieves the Prisons Mends the Wayes Maintaines a Lecture on the Market dayes Plausus in briefe for bounty beares the Bell Plausus has don much Good but nothing Well 72. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the Starres within the skyes In view in number ev'n as bright as great In this they differ These doe set and rise But ah my Sinnes doe rise but never seit Shine Son of glory and my sins are gon Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sun 73. On change of Weathers ANd were it for thy profit to obtaine All Sunshine No vicissitude of Raine Thinkst thou that thy laborious Plough requires Not Winter frosts as well as Summer fires There must be both Somtimes these hearts of ours Must have the sweet the seasonable Showres Of Teares Sometimes the Frost of chill despaire Makes our desired sunshine seeme more faire Weathers that most oppose to Flesh and Blood Are such as helpe to make our Harvest good We may not choose great God It is thy Task We know not what to have nor how to ask 74. On PROSPER TAke heed thou prosp'rous sinner how thou liv'st In Sin and thriv'st Thou that dost flourish in thy heapes of gold And summes untold Thou that hadst never reason to complaine Of Crosse or paine Whose unafflicted Conscience never found Nor Check nor Wound Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Allowes thee neither wealth nor Ioy nor Peace Thy golden heapes are nothing but the price Of Paradise Thy Flattering pleasures and thy ayrie â—oyes But painted Toyes Thy peacefull Conscience is but like a Dogge Tyed in a Clogge Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Allowes thee neither Wealth nor Ioy nor Peace Thy heapes of Gold will stand thee in no steed At greatest need Thy Eâ—pty Pleasures will convert thy laughter To groanes hereafter Thy silent Conscience when enlarg'd will roare And rage the more Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Affords thee neither Wealth nor Ioy nor Peace 75. On the Sight of a Plague bill FIve thousand in a weeke in one poore City Because it was thy Pleasure t was no pity Why should thou pity us Just God when we Could never finde a time to pity thee Thou never strik'st without a reason why Nor often then We easily cast our eye Vpon the punishment but blinde toth ' sin That farre transcends the judgement it calls in O if the weekly Bills of our Transgression Could but appeare and make as deepe impression In our sad hearts to make our hearts but know As great a sorrow as our Plague-bills doe No doubt no doubt but Heav'ns avenging hand Would turne a Stranger to our prosprous Land O if that weekly Catalogue of Siâ— Could with our City Bills be brought but in And be compar'd wee 'd think our Bills not high But rather wonder there are men to dye 76. On Theaters SIx dayes were made for work the seventh for rest I read of none that Heav'n ordaind for Play How have our looser Theaters transgrest The Decalogue that make it ev'ry Day Me thinkes that they should change their Trade for shame Or honour 't with a more laborious name 77. On Players and Ballad mongers OVr merry Ballads and â—ascivious Playes Are much alike To common censure both Doe stand or fall T'one sings the other sayes And both are Frippries of anothers Froth In short They 'r Priest and Clark of Belials Altar T'one makes the Sermon T'other tunes the Psalter 78. On God and the King OVr God and Prince whom God for ever blesse Are both in Mercy of a Constitution Both slow till meere necessity shall presse To put their penall Lawes in Execution And marke How in a like successe they joyne At both we grumble and at both repine 79. On the life and death of Man THe life of Man is but th' imperfect Story Of his Adventure towards future Glory For death to finish Who will sticke to say A glorious Ev'n foretells a glorious Day 80. On FOX THere was a time wo-worth that heavy time When rav'noâ—is Foxes did devoure the prime And choyce of all our Lambs But Heav'n did raise A more ingenuous Fox in after dayes Whose high immortall Pen redeem'd their breath And made those Lambs revive in spight of death To see how mutuall Saintly Favours be Thou gav'st them life that now give life to thee 81. On the Booke of Common Prayes THe Booke of Common Pray'r excels the rest For Pray'rs that are most Common are the beâ—â— 82. To MVNDANO WOldst thou Mundano prove too great too strong For peevish Fortunes angry brow to wrong Renounce her power Banish Fortune hence And trust thee to the hands of Providence The poorest heart that ever did importune Heav'ns ayd is farre above the frownes of Fortune 83. On Romes Sacrifices IT cannot be excus'd It is a wrong Proceeding from a too-too partiall tongue To say The profer'd service of false Roâ—â— Had no good savor and did never come Toth ' gates of Heav'n Eye poore Rome's belyde For when our Troopes of glorious Martyrs dy'd In that warm age who were their Priests By whom Was their blood shed Was 't not by holy Rome Such sweet Perfumes I dare be bold to say Rome never burnt before nor since that day A sweeter Incense save his dying Son Heav'n ne'r accepted since this World begun 84. On a dead Man IT is a common use to entertaine The knowledge of a great man by his Trayne How great 's the dead-man then There 's none that be So backt with troopes of Followers
Some hotly mounted fiercely gallop up On spurgal'd Broyles whose Frantick motions send Their hasty spirits to their Iournies end Some ride upon the racking Steeds of Treasure Others false-gallop on the backs of Pleasure All journey forwards to the selfe-same Place Some the next way and some the faster pace All post an end till beaten out of Breath They all arrive at the great gates of Death Lord in this common Roade I doe not care What pase I travell so my Way be faire 69. On the life of Man OVr Life is nothing but a Winters Day Some onely breake their Fast and so away Others stay Dinner and depart full fed The deepest Age but sups and goes to bed Hee 's most in debt that lingers out the Day Who dyes betimes has lesse and lesse to pay 70. On Gods Image IT was a dainty piece In every part Drawne to the life and full of curious Art It was as like thee as a shadow could Be like a substance There was none but would Have known thee by 't There needed then no name No golden Characters that might proclaime Whose Picture t' was the Art was so divine That very Beasts did reverence as thine But now alas 't is blurr'd the best that we Or they can judge is this 't was made for thee Alas'tis faded soyl'd with hourely dust Sullyed and shadow'd with the smoke of Lust So swarthy as if that glorious face of thine Were tawnyed underneath the torrid Line How is thy Picture altred How ill us'd By our neglects How slubberd How abus'd Her Cedar Frame 's disioynted warp'd and broke Her curious Tablet's tainted with the smoke The Objects both offensive and the savor Retaining neither Beauty nor thy Favour Lord let not thy displeased eye forsake Thy handy-worke for the bad keepers sake Behold it still and what thou seest amisse Passe by Thinke what it was not what it is What though her beauty and her colours fade Remember O 't was like thee when 't was made There is a great Apelles that can lim With thy owne Pencell we have sought to Him His skilfull hand will wash off all the soyle And clense thy Picture with his sacred Oyle Hee 'l mak 't more faire then 't was at least the same Hee 'l mend the Tablet and renew the Frame Till then be pleas'd to let thy Picture be Acknowledg'd thine 'T was made for none but Thee 71. On the Penny HE that endur'd the Tyranny of Heate The Morning-sorrowes and the Midday-sweat The Evening-toyle and burthen of the Day Had but his promis'd Penny for his pay Others that loyter'd all the Morning stood i th' idle Market whose unpractis'd blood Scarse felt the warmth of labour nor could show A blush of Action had his Penny too What Wages can we merit as our owne Slaves that are bought with price can challeng none But onely Stripes alas if Servants could Doe more then bid they doe but what they should When man endeavours and where heav'n engages Himselfe by promise they are Gifts not Wages He must expect We must not looke t' obtaine Because we Run Nor doe we run in vaine Our Running showes th' effect produces none The Penny 's giv'n alike to every one That works i th' Vinâ—yard Equall price was shar'd T'unequall workes Therefore no Reward Lord set my hands a worke I will not serve For Wages lest thou give what I deserve 72. On a Christian. THe Generous Christian must as well improve i th' quality of the Serpent as the Dâ—ve He must be Innocent affraid to doe A wrong And crafty to prevent it too They must be mixt and temper'd with true love An Ounce of Serpent serves a Pound of Dove 73. On Gods bountie GOd freely gives as freely we receive It is not Doe but Ask and thou shalt have 74. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like to Mountaines that arise Above the Clouds threat the threatning skyes Lord give me Faith and let that Faith be prov'd In leaving not a Mountaine unremoov'd 75. On the life of Man A Thousand yeares with God the Scriptures say Are reckon'd but a Day By which accompt this measur'd Life of our Exceeds not much an hower The halfe whereof Nature does claime and keepe As her owne debt for sleepe A full sixt part or what remaines we ryot In more then needfull Dyet Our Infancy our Child hood and the most Of our greene youth is lost The little that is left we thus divide One part to cloathe our Pride An other Share we lavishly deboyse To vaine or sinfull joyes If then at most the measur'd life of Man Be counted but a Span Being half'd and quarter'd and disquarter'd thus What what remaines for us Lord if the Totall of our dayes doe come To so-so poore a summe And if our shares so small so nothing be Out of that Nothing what remaines to Thee 76. On the Childrens Bread THy strengthning Graces are the Childrens Bread Which maks thy thriving Children strong able Honour and Riches are the Crummes that feed The Dâ—ggs that lurk beneath their Masters Table Lord if thy gracious pleasure will allow But Bread I 'am sure I shall have Crums enow 77. On Trust and care OVr Trust in God for Riches neither must Exclude our Care nor Care exceed our Trust. 78. On RVSCVS ILliterate Ruscus heard Pedantius preach Admir'd the Church mans learning commended Such things alone that were above his Reach But meanly slighted what he appprehended What hinders then to thinke that Ruscus hath At least the twi-light of a Bastard Faith 79. On the receiving of the Lords Supper MEn take the Sacred Seales of their Salvation As some doe Physick not for health but fashion The Day preceding and the following Day There 's none so strict none so reform'd as they They curb the fury of their wanton Ryot And call their Surfets to a stricter Dyet The Time expir'd the first Assault that haps Prevailes and strikes them to a worse Relaps Like Doggs to vomits they returne agin As though they'ad past a Patent now to sin Let such Day-Christians on the very toppe Of all their mirth remember Judas Sopp 80. On Faith TH'oft shaken Tree growes faster at the root And faith 's most firm that 's somtimes urg'd with Doubt 81. On the Story of Man THe word was spoke And what was Nothing must Be made a Chaos of confused Dust The word was spoke The Dust began to thicken To a firme Clay The Clay began to quicken The grosser substance of that Clay thought good To turne to Flesh The moyster turn'd to Blood Received Organs and those Organs Sense It was imbellisht with the Excellence Of Reason It became the Height of Nature Being stampt with th' Image of the great Creator But Lord that glorious Image is defac'd Her Beautye's blasted and her Tablet's raz'd This Height of nature has committed Treason Against it selfe Declin'd both Sense and Reason Meere Flesh and Blood containing but a Day Of painted
Compleat Without Degrees Eternall without space Of time At all times Present without Place Think thus And wheÌ„ thy thoughts can sore no higher Stay there Stand humbly silent and admire 97. On Faith HE that wants Faith and apprehends a Griefe Because he wants it hath a true Beliefe And he that grieves because his griefe 's so small H 'as a true Griefe and the best Faith of all 98. On Mans Folly IDeots and Sense-bound Lunaticks discerne 'Twixt Salt and Suger very Babes will learne To know a Counter from the currant Coyne Bruit Beasts by ' Instinct of Nature will decline Th'alluring Bait and sense-beguiling Snare Though that seeme ne'r so sweet this ne'r so faire Yet Man heav'ns greatest Master-piece will chuse What Fooles and Mad-men Beasts and Babes refuse Delights in dangerous Pleasures and beneath The name of Ioyes pleases himselfe to death 99. On Glory THat Saint in Heav'n whose Glory is the least Has ev'n as perfect Glory as the best There 's no Degrees but in a finite Treasure No difference 'twixt Pauls glory mine but measure 100. On Reward WHen holy Scriptures mention the Rewarding Of works we read not For but stil According The end of the third Booke DIVINE FANCIES The fourth Booke 1. A Good Morrow T Is day Vnfold thine Armes Arise and rouze Thy leaden Spirits and pay thy Mcrning Vowes Send up thy Incense Let her early smoke Renew that League thy very dreames have broke Then mayst thou worke or play Nothing shall be Displeasing to thy God that pleases thee 2. A Good-night CLose now thine eyes and rest secure Thy Soule is safe enough thy Body sure He that loves thee he that keepes And guards thee never slumbers never sleepes The smiling Conscience in a sleeping brest Has onely peace has onely rest The musicke and the mirth of Kings Are all but very Discords when she sings Then close thine Eyes and rest secure No Sleepe so sweet as thine no rest so sure 3. On a Printing-House THe world 's a Printing-house our words our thoughts Our deeds are Characters of sev'rall sizes Each Soule is a Compos'ter of whose saults The Levits are Correctors Heav'n revises Death is the common Press from whence being driveÌ„ W' are gathered Sheet by Sheet bound for Heaven 4. A Dialogue betweene GABRIEL and MARY GABRIEL HAile blessed Mary MA What celestial tongue Cals sinfull Mary blessed GAB It is I MA. Who art thou GA. I am Gabriel that belong To the high Quire of Heaven MA. I faint I dye GA. Feare not sweet Virgin all the Earth shall be Son Made debters to thy Womb and blest in Thee MA. How Lord GA Thy Virgin womb shal beare a That shal redeem the world MA. My Lord how can Such wonders come to passe such things be done By a poore Virgin never knowne by Man GA. The holy Ghost at his appointed howre Shall make thee pregnant by his sacred powre MA. Wonder of wonders GA. At whose height the Quire Of heav'n stand ravisht tremble admire MA. O may it be according to thy Word GA. Before that twice five Moons compleated be Thou shalt be knowne the Mother of our Lord And thou shalt dance thy Saviour on thy knee MA. Both heav'n earth shall triumph the frame Of hell shall tremble at Maria's name GA. All Ages past and present and to come Shall joy in Mary and in Marye's wombe 5 On RHEMVS IF Heav'n would please to purge thy Soule as well As Rome thy purse thou needst not feare a Hell 6. On the life of Man MAns day 's a Song compos'd by th'great Musition Full of harmonious Ayres and dainty choyce But spoyld with Discords and too much Division Abus'd and lost for want of skill and voyce We misse our Rests and we neglect our Graces Our life the Trebble and our death the Base is 7. On MARY FOure Marye's are eterniz'd for their worth Our Saviour found out three our Charls the fourth 8. On the Church LEt not thy blacknesse moove thee to despaire Black Women are belov'd of men that 's faire What if thy hayre her flaxen brightnes lack Thy face is comely though thy Brow be black 9. On the two Essences GOds sacred Essence represents the bright And glorious body of the greater light 'T is perfect hath a Being of her owne Giving to all receiving light from none Mans Essence represents the borrowed light And feeble luster of the Lampe of night Her Rayes are faint and her Reflection thin Distain'd with nat'rall blemishes within Inconstant various having of her owne No light at all or light as good as none When too much earth shall interpose and slipps Betwixt these Lights our soules are in th' Eclips 10. On our Saviours Passion THe earth did tremble and heav'ns closed eye Was loth to see the Lord of Glory dye The Skyes were clad in mourning the Spheares Forgat their harmony The Clouds dropt teares Th' ambitious Dead arose to give him roome And ev'ry Grave did gape to be his Tombe Th' affrighted heav'ns sent down elegious Thunder The Worlds Foundation loos'd to lose their Founder Th' impatient Temple rent her Vaile in two To teach our hearts what our sad hearts should do Shall senslesse things doe this and shall not I Melt one poore drop to see my Saviour dye Drill forth my Teares and trickle one by one Till you have pâ—irc'd this heart of mine this Stone 11. On PETER VVHat luck had Peter For he tooke a Fish That stor'd his purse as well as fill'd his dish Whose bounty did inrich as well as feed him But they are better Fishers that succeed him He catcht by chance These catch the like by skill He catcht but once These catch them when they will They cast their Angles into better Seas Their bayts are only for such Fish as these Brave sport and full of curious pleasure Come There is no Fishing to the Sea of Rome 12. On HERODIAS I 'Le tell thee Light-skirts whosoever taught Thy feet to dance thy dancing had a Fault Thou 'lt find it deare Herodias if thou do'st Compare thy pen'worth with the price it cost 13. On Faith and Hope HOw much the stronger Hopes on life relye So much the weaker is my Faith to dye 14. On Water and Wine THe happy diff'rence and sweet change of life When a chast Virgin turnes a loyall Wife Our blessed Lord in Cana did divine And turnd cold Water into lusty Wine 15. On Age. HOw fresh blood dotes O how green Youth delires It most disdaines the thing it most desires 16. On a Figg-tree A Christian's like a Figg-tree that does beare Fruit greene or ripe or blossomes all the yeare No wonder then our Saviour curst that Tree Figg-trees are alwayes dead where no Figgs be 17. On RHEMVS RHemus upon a time I heard thee tell A Wall divideth Purgatory ' and Hell And that a gold-bought Masse will cleare th' offence That brought us thither and redeeme us thence Ah