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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62463	The soules solace in times of trouble with severall particular remedies against despaire, collected out of the Psalmes of Daivd, and some short meditations and ejaculations upon the attributes of God, the Lords Prayer, and the tenne commandments / by F. Thorne ...	Thorne, Francis, 17th cent.	1643 (1643)	Wing T1057A; ESTC R4857	78,097	150

are croaking ravens borne When the sweet nightingale sits on a Thorne Arguments moving the Author to write upon this subject I Can say for my conscience witnesse beares That I have taken notice many yeares Of these backsliding and declining times Wherein so many crimson colour'd crimes Have beene predominant I also have Seen honest dealing used as a slave Vertue suppressed and foule vices swarme Them most oppressed that have done lest harme In Church and Commonweale truth out of date Dissembling prised at too high a rate Knowledge disdain'd by some earthly moles As if that it were fatall to their soules And discipline both morall and divine Thought worth as much with men as pearls with swine Shepheards grow fearfull wolves and foxes bold Poore silly sheepe affrighted from the fold And how both in the Country and at Court Too many men have made their sins their sport I have observed how a golden Asse Hath got preferment when as some alasse Better for parts by manifold degrees Have gone without for want of bribes and fees Under the Sun an evill I have seene But stay under or over hath it beene Under thanke God though it did seeme of late Above the sun it selfe to elevate It is no wonder for to see the sun Eclips'd obscur'd by mists for that 's oft done It is not strange to see some vapours mount Up to the skies as if they made account To darken all the world it is not strange To see false-blazing-starres and comets range About the lower sphears but that those foggs Vapours and mists which rise from noisome bogs Should not alone strive to obscure the light But to extinguish it that so they might Have their designes this oft hath made me wonder And feare they would not be dispers'd asunder Without some claps of lightning and of thunder These and such observations with some other Which upon force I am constrein'd to smother Have ofttimes made me sad and I to cheare My drooping mind perplext with daily feare Of what in justice might ensue began To call to mind the miseries of man Gods tender mercies and exceeding love The ever-over-flowing joyes above To which good God us in thy mercy bring That we for aie may Halelujahs sing Arguments mooving the Author to publish it I Cannot say as many will pretend That at the earnest sute of some deare friend I have this little Book brought to your view Because my conscience knowes it is not true No no I kept it close within my brest Till conscience it no longer could digest For when I with my selfe consider'd well What curse upon that idle servant fell Who did interre his talent in the ground No quiet rest within my selfe I found Vntill I had resolv'd to make that knowne Which I intended for my selfe alone Non nobis natisumus Nec sibi nec patriae nec amicis commodus esse Qui studet huic vivo mortua vita placet In the defence of Poesie NOne I suppose but men in judgement weake In the dispraise of poesie will speak For howso'ere some censure of this art It is by God inspir'd into the heart And upon further triall will be found To be most antique and the very ground Of many other arts and to disclose As worthy things as eare was writ in prose Objection answered True some for want of grace more then of wit Divulge those things in rimes which are not fit As hell-hacht-libells ballads foolish songs To vent their malice or avenge some wrongs Done unto them as they conceive or friend And such as these I much more discommend Yea such if I might have my wish or will Should walke up Holborne not Pernassus hill For by their meanes this evill oft doth follow Men slight the Muses and despise Apollo Proximus est oratori poeta The Author to his Muse MY drowsie Muse I muse and musing rest As one amaz'd to see thee so opprest With sluggish thoughts behold the day awake Stir up thy selfe and off thy slumber shake Dost know thy taske To whom to dedicate This little booke which I have writ of late Prepare thy selfe then to be gone with speed Declare thy message but withall take heed Thou dost not so far erre as to mistake The parties herein meant and thereby make Thy selfe and booke a laughing stocke to those That of thee or the message nothing knowes That better thou this error maist prevent First understand to whom thou art not sent Not to the lofty high and haughty minde But to the contrite and to such as finde Through doubts feares horrors and distrustfull care Their soules oft wel-neare drowned with despaire Not unto such as covet or delight To satisfie their fleshly appetite Not to the worldly wise which far surmount In subtile plots but unto such as count Themselves as fooles so that they may obtain That wisdome which makes wise that perfect gaine Vnto the soule-sicke and all such as finde The want hereof in body and in minde Not to the selfe-conceited Pharisee Or merit mongers though of high degree Who of their seem●ng-good deeds make great brags When God esteems them but as filthy rags But to the Publican who through the sight Of his foule nature and Gods glory bright Dare not approach unto the throne of grace Being asham'd to looke him in the face Whom he unjustly many waies and times Hath so disgrac'd by such reproachfull crimes Not unto libertines who will give scope Vnto their raging lusts and live in hope To make the Lord amends before they die With some dissembling tear sob groan or sigh Not unto such as mercy and free grace Turne into wantonnesse for they the face And countenance of God shall never see Which is the height of true felicity And now my Muse go and thy charge attend And if thou know'st for what my book commend To all afflicted Saints and let them know I wish that everlasting joyes may flow Vpon them as a streame and so revive Their fainting soules when Sathan seeks to drive Them with what might he can to blacke despaire And to distrust Gods providence and care That then and all times else yea in all Assaults into this gulph they never fall Goe tell the weak in faith and such as finde Themselves poore sinfull simple wretched blinde That Gods right handwill helpe them that want might He saves the arme that hath no strength to fight He fils the empty with good things and sends The rich without his eare and heart attends Vnto a sinners suit his eyes behold The sorrowes of his Saints his mercies old He cals to minde he gives grace to the pure His counsels to the simple and obscure Declare thy comforts to the smoaking flax And bruised reed whose spirits melt like wax Whose mindes are so affrighted with the sight Of their most loathsome sins that day nor night They cannot rest tell them the Lord is near Vnto the meeke in heart and such as feare His holy name he will not