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A37604	De fastis Anglicis, sive Calendarium Sacrum The holy calendar : being a treble series of epigrams upon all the feasts observed by the Church of England : to which is added the like number of epigrams upon some other more especiall daies, which have either their footsteps in Scripture, or are more remarkeable in this kingdome / composed by Nathanael Eaton ...	Eaton, Nathaniel, 1609?-1674.	1661 (1661)	Wing E116; ESTC R23217	28,909	82

them to their faces what they do Look on our John if he this path had trod He might have kept his head but wrong'd his God Vpon Mat. 14. 9. Epigr. 2. HErod hath sworn and John must lose his head A poor man would be loth to have it sed That he had broke his Oath but Kings must stand Upon their honour here at any hand But who blind Tyrant bad thee swear at all Wise men would weigh what mischiefs may befall Before they ventur'd on so rash a vow Which if it must be kept thy children now And Mothers throats are not secure nor ought So vile but if she lists it must be wrought But plead not Conscience he that daily lies In lustful sheets will swallow perjuries Revenge the Prophet first in prison threw Whom now vain-glory and indulgence slew Vpon Mar. 6. 2. Epig. 3. BAte Herod but his incest and there 's none Will be a greater follower of John He hears him gladly and observes him too And many things accordingly doth do But here he sticks with this he cannot part Hypocrites will have something neer their heart Some lust or other which they prize before Their souls and him whom all good souls adore What profit is' t my Saviour to have gone Half way with Herod in Religion To be near heaven as that poor Lawyer was If I stay there and do no further pass Oh root out every sin which I possess Or 't is but vain to think of happiness September 1. NAme not this Month but let your thoughts withall Those old Mosaick mysteries recall Which in this sacred number couched lie And chalenge from us a solemnity Seven in a Christians mouth should never come But his quick soul should run ore all the sum Rehearse a short couch'd Catalogue by rote Of all the sevens which Holy Writ doth note Every small hint and word suggested brings A godly man in mind of heavenly things The Feasts of September 2. SEptember's twenty first is Matthew's right Great Michael doth in twenty nine delight Matthew Apostle Epig. 1. YOu 'l say Excise men seldome come to good Who by extortions gaine their lively-hood Yet see what Christ can do our Matthew here Was such a one yet 's saved I do not fear Let none condemn th' employment mercy can Of such a Vermine make an honest man Epig. 2. OF all the Gospels Matthew's onely writ In the Hebrew tongue as if he purpos'd it Meerely to save that Nation whom before With harsh exactions he had poll'd so sore And 't was a large amends we grant indeed For Earthly chaff to give them heavenly seed Epig. 3. GOod God what change is here our Matthew that Erewhile at the receipt of Custome sate And was so vile a wretch that none except The Divel himself a worser Conscience kept Is now become a Saint yea counted fit In one of the Apostolick chaires to sit Nor stayes he at this height but first of men Is chose his Saviours life and death to pen Which he discharg'd so well that now they fear Not to affirme an Angels hand did bear A part in the employment as if none Of humane race could write such things alone So soon he past through both extreams of late Almost a Devil and now an Angels Mate Michael Archangel Epig 1. AT Moses Barre if sinful men were try'd No flesh alive would ere be justified But him in mercy God hath lay'd so low That Devils themselves his burial do not know They strive indeed to find it out and faine Would bring him from his putrid Urne again To judge the World if they might have their will Moses should live and Christ be buried still But our Archangels powerful hand alone Nulls all their search and keeps his grave unknown Even so great Prince let him still buriedly For if he rise the whole wide world must dy Epig. 2. Ad Schismaticos quod Michael non sit Christus T Is no created Angel this you say But Christ the Lord whom holy Church to day Honors for that great combat which of old He with the Divel 'bout Moses corps did hold But tell us then what were those men the while That say he durst not that foul fiend revile What is' t that great Messias durst not do Who made the Devils and shal condemn them too Or whom doth God with his blest Spirit infuse That such harsh words of Christ their Lord will use Choose which you 'l hold or 't was a Creature this Or what th Apostles wrote were Blasphemies Epig. 3. Vpon Revelat. cap. 12. DIvels have their Prince and so have Angels too Monarchick power all creatures yield unto These fought in heaven this with desire to teare The woman thence but that to keep her there But rest poor Creature with thy Babe secure The Dragon is not able to endure Thy Michaels strength whom God hath arm'd to be A Prince and Guardian to thy seed and thee Rest happy Church and though this Serpents tail Over almost half the starres of heaven prevail To throw them down yet be not thou affright For whose defence such hosts of Angels fight October 1. EIght is the Gospels number on this day Our buried Lord triumphing broke away From Death's strong holds whom she suppos'd sh 'had ty'd There fast enough for ever to abide That day till he ascended hence he still Met and inform'd his Brethren with what skill They in and out before his Church should go That day his Spirit in streams of fire did flow Into the Apostles bosomes and between Their knees to sit like cloven tongues was seen That day the Lord for all his Churches weal To his belov'd Disciple did reveal In Pathmos Isle a gracious sight of all Those changes which hereafter must befall His wearied Spouse till She at last do come To feast it with him in the wedding room In memory of all which things his will Is that this Eight day shall be honored still Throughout the world till he us all remove To keep an everlasting Eight above The Feasts of October 2. OCtober's eighteenth day on Luke doth wait Simon and Jude are pleas'd with twenty eight Luke Evangelist Epigr. 1. THat you may see that Galen's Pupills are Not all such Atheists as reports declare Reade those two books that Luke's sweet hand did pen In this the Acts of God in that of men And tell me whether the Church ere had a man That wrote more truths then our Physitian To these if you demand my Faith I flie And say here 's my Religio Medici Epigr. 2. LVke the belov'd Physitian 's styl'd a name At which would God our Tribe did chiefly aime Let others scrape for wealth but let us be Deservedly belov'd as well as he Let us still wait upon our Patients side Take such account of all things that betide Their sleeps their wakings coolings heats and all Those very nauseous excrements that fall Bear all their wayward moods speak still so fair Give

write whole books like his and they should be Πέρι στεφάνου of thy Crown and thee Vpon Act. 7. 56. Epig. 2. THat Christ on Gods right hand enthron'd doth sit Our Creed and all the Scriptures witness it Yet thou great Martyr seest him stand a thing Well worthy of our strict examining But I have found it Thou being now to fight This first pitch'd Combat in thy Masters right Christ leaves his seat and upon tiptoe stands To see how thou thereof wouldst quit thy hands And having seen thee with much joy to win The prize he opes the Heavens to take thee in And will sit down no more thou happy one Till he have plac'd thee first upon thy throne And ta'ne those stones which when thou now didst dy About thy head like stormes of hayl did fly And chang'd to Rubies have enameld them About thy well-wrought glorious Diadem Stephen thy way indeed was hard and rough But thy reward at last was sweet enough Vpon Act. 7. 6. He fell asleep Epig. 3. THen when the furious stones in stormes did fall About thy head when blood and brains and all Spatt'red from thy dissevered skull and those That gave them have bemoan'd their dreadful blowes 'T is sayd thou fell'st asleep O wondrous thing Was this a time for sleep to spred her wing About thy peaceful temples cou'd'st thou ly So gently down when such rough storms did fly But I admire not thou hadst seen a sight That ravish'd thy glad Soul with more delight Then all those wounds could fright thee with which were Indeed an Exit not a cause of fear Let me my God but such a vision see And I shall sleep in death as well as he John the Evangelist Epig. 1. 'T was not for naught great John that thou didst rest Thy head upon thy Masters sacred Brest Thence thou deriv'st those heavenly gifts that none Of all the twelve e're had but thou alone They mov'd in narrower Spheres one's hand did pen Epistles to the scattered brethren Another fill'd with a celestial light The storie of his Saviours life did write But thou alone in one sweet knot didst twist Prophet Apostle and Evangelist Epig. 2. Vpon John 19. 26 27. THis povver to all beleevers is convey'd That they are Gods adopted children made And 't is a grace indeed to be alli'd To Christ the Lord upon the better side But John to thee this further honour 's done That thou' rt adopted also Maries son On both sides novv unto thy Lord a kin His German-brother doubly grafted in O vvho can boast great Saint as thou canst do The Son of God and Son of Mary too No mortal man had e're that favour shovvn To be thus truly stil'd but thou alone Epig. 3. Vpon the Effigies of an Eagle ascrib'd to S. John T' Was not unmeet blest Saint that thou didst bear The quick-y'd Eagles specious Character Who couldst with fixed looks so freely gaze Upon those beams which other eyes amaze Who hast thy Lords dread person so exprest As if thou dst lain not on but in his brest As though the other Writers all had seen But his back-parts and thou alone hadst been Familiar with his face which shone so bright That no mans eies but thine could brook the sight The Type was apt but short the Eagles eye And towring wing indeed that soars so high Something present thy Genius but not well For she wants tongue the things she sees to tell Thou with Seraphick skill at once didst see And warble out thy Saviours dignitie Well did the Church in one sweet Book of thine Ascribe to thee the Title of Divine Thou showd'st thy self so there and to say true In all the rest great Saint thou didst so too Innocents day Epig. 1. VVEigh but the sins and sorrows age doth bring And you 'l conclude it is a happy thing To die betimes and so prevent those woes Which he that long surviveth undergoes This was your case sweet Babes you early dy'd And so blest souls the fewer evils try'd But that 's not all you dy'd for Jesus sake And that 's a cause indeed enough to make The saddest suffrings glorious never man For his behoof the smalest hazzard ran And lo●●●y the adventure so to dy Is to live happy everlastingly Then weep not Rachell that thy Sons are slayne Nor reckon that thy loss that was their gaine 'T was mercy that thy children dy'd so soon But that they thus did dy 's a double Boon Epig. 2. THe sting of death is sin remove but that And death hath nothing to be trembled at What need then these sweet Infants fear th' events Of death ne're hurt such harmless Innocents Lord wash my Soul as clean as theirs and I When e're thou call'st will be content to dy Epigr. 3. YOu dy'd for Christ sweet Babes but grudge not though You gain'd a glorious Crown by doing so And 't was no sorry bargain that to lose A moments breath for such rich joys as those And yet that breath was none of yours beside 'T was bought before by him for whom you dy'd FINIS