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
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
by help of Nature to acquire At least to counterfeit the Sacred Fire Of saving Grace to purge and to refresh His base desires and change his stone to flesh He spurnes at Counsell He derides and jerks Those whining Spirits that renounce their works Till too much trusting to their doing well In seeking Heav'n they find the flames of hell 24. On the ten Lepers TEn Lepers clensed And but one of ten Returne the Clenser thanks Vngratefull Men But Ten i' th' Hundred ' That 's a Gaine that we Receive or Sue yet oft deny it Thee 25. On the last Epigram HOw how am I deceiv'd that speake to thee Of Interest when the purchase was in Fee Thou mad'st a cleane Conveyance to the Ten And ne'r expectd'st the Principall agen Lord we must reckon by another Rate They gave not one yeares Purchase for th' Estate Lord how we palter with thee We pretend A present Payment till w'obtaine our End And then we crave and crave a longer Day Then pay in Driblets or else never pay 26. On the Boxe of Oyntment IT is no wonder he above the rest Whom thirty pieces tempted to betray The Lord of Glory to his death profest The Boxe of Oyntment was but cast away He that dare murther at so small a cost May eas'ly thinke the charge in Buriall lost 27. On MARY and JVDAS MAry did kisse him Iudas kist him too But both their aymes were coverd in a mist Both kisse our Saviour but their kisses doe Differ as farre as did the Parts they kist There 's danger still where double hearts doe steale The forme of Love or weare the cloake of Zeale 28. On our Saviour and his Vicar ME thinks thy Vicar Gen'rall beares the Keyes And executes thy Place with greater case And in one Iubile enjoyes more mirth Then thou my dying Lord didst from thy Birth Alas Thou hadst not wherewithall to fill Thy craving stomack He has Cates at will Thy empty Costers had not to defray Thy Tribute charge To him Kings Tribute pay Foxes haue holes Thou hadst not whereupon To rest thy wakefull head He snorts in Downe In short Thy life was nothing but the Story Of Poverty and his of Princely Glory When tempting Sathan would have giv'n thee all The wealth and glory of the World to fall And worship him at thy refusall Lord Thy Vicar tooke the Tempter at his word So came thy wants so great so great his store The Vicar so-so rich the Lord so poore 29. On the great Prelate OVr Saviours Feet were kist The people doe The very same to thee great Prelate too O who will seale but such another Kisse Vpon thy Lips our Saviour had on his 30. On Idolatry CAn common madnes find a thing that 's more Repugnant to the very Lawes of Nature That the Creators Image should adore The senslesse Image of a sensuall creature If such be Gods if such our helpers be O what are Men How more then Beasts are we 31. On the Tables of Stone THat stony Table could receive the print Of thy just Lawes Thy Lawes were written in 't It could be hew'd and letters grav'n thereon Sure Lord my Heart is harder then that Stone 32. On Mans three Enemies THere 's three that with their fiery Darts do level Against my Soul the World the Flesh the Devil Lord give me patience if not strength For there Are Three t' afflict me I 'm but One to beare 33. ☞ On DINAH ☜ WHen Dinahs careles Eye was grown too lavish To entertaine Sechem found time to ravish It is no lesse then silent invitation Although we scorne the Sin to give th' occasion Sure Dinahs Resolution was too strong Or to admit or not resist a Wrong And scornes to stoope to the Adult'rers armes We often burne intending but to warme's She went but out to see Perchance to heare What Lust could say What harme to lend an eare Anothers Sin sometimes procures our shames It staines our Bodies or at least our Names 34. On FIDO MArk when the good man prospers with his Plot Hee 's still envy'd despis'd if prosper not The Wicked have no peace with God And then How canst thou Fido look t' have peace with men 35. On JACOB HOw Iacob's troop'd Laban pursues with one Great Troope and Esau meets him with another Laban resolves to apprehend his Son Esau to be reveng'd upon his Brother Me thinks I see how Jacob stands supplide Like Vertue with a Vice on either side Laban pursues him to regaine his Gods Esau t' avenge his Birth-right and his Blessing What hope has Iacob now 'Twixt both 't is ods There will be either Death or Dispossessing God takes delight to turne our helper then When all our helps and hopes are past with men Laban encounters Iacob He requires His Gods And Esau's neare at hand by this Laban's appeas'd and quencht are Esaus Fyres T'one leaves him T'other meets him with a Kisse Iacob's in league with both The Soule that shall Have peace with God has League and peace with all 36. On Drunkennesse IT is a Thiefe that oft before his face Steales Man away and layes a Beast in 's place 37. On a Tenis-Court MAn is a Tenis-Court His Flesh the Wall The Gamesters God Sathan Th'heart's the Ball The higher and the lower Hazzards are Too bold Presumption and too base Despaire The Rackets which our restlesse Balls make flye Adversity and sweet Prosperity The Angels keepe the Court and marke the place Where the Ball fals and chaulk out ev'ry Chace The Line 's a Civill life we often crosse Ore which the Ball not flying makes a Losse Detractors are like Standers-by that bett With Charitable men Our Life 's the Sett Lord In this Conflict in these fierce Assaults Laborious Sathan makes a world of Faults Forgive them Lord although he ne'r implore For favour They 'l be set upon our score O take the Ball before it come toth'ground For this base Court has many a false Rebound Strike and strike hard but strike above the Line Strike where thou please so as the Sett be thine 38. On Abels Blood ABel was silent but his Blood was strong Each drop of guiltles blood commands a tongue A tongue that cryes 'T is not a tongue implores For gentle Audience 'T is a tongue that rores For hideous Vengeance 'T is a tongue that 's bold And full of Courage and that cannot hold O what a noyse my Blessed Saviours Blood Makes now in heav'n how strong it cries how loud But not for Vengeance From his side has sprung A world of drops From ev'ry drop a Tongue 39 On the Memory DOes thy corrected Frailty still complaine Of thy disloyall Mem'ry do'st retaine Nothing that 's Good And is the better part Of what thou hear'◠before it warme thy heart Snatcht from thy false Remembrance Is the most Of what th' inspired Prophets tell thee lost In thy unhospitable eares And not To be recall'd Quite buried Quite forgot Feare
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