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The pilgrim's viaticum, or, The destitute but not forlorn being a divine poem / digested from meditations upon the Holy Scripture by Eliz. Tipper.
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Tipper, Elizabeth.
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1698
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Wing T1305_VARIANT; ESTC R33834
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Beauty Virtue Wit Do Govern others but to me Submit * I teach Ladies Writing and Accompts one day and keep shop-Shop-Books the other day in which Business I am a hired Servant To morrow from this Dignity I fall And am a Servant at each Beck and Call Next Day I 'me free in Liberty and Power And as before a Mistress every Hour Changeable is my State and yet not strange When Day to Night and Light to Darkness change Yet Fate I cannot blame but justly own She in this Difference Evenness hath shown For when I 'me Mistress none I can Command When Servant curb'd by no Imperious Hand This is a Riddle yet nere wonder why When all the World 's a Riddle why not I On REPVTATION BRight Object whom each Mortal courts to have From the great Caesar to the humble Slave From Vertues Sons to Vices blacker Brood From Hypocrites to those sincerely Good Who pays not Vows to thy most glorious Shrine Who does not Idolize that Name of thine The Wise and Pious commonly declare That much before their Life they thee prefer The Prostigate who takes a sensless Pride In being base his Skill has often try'd In thy blest Shade his Ulcerous Name to hide Since thou art so ador'd what can I do But own I am thy great Admirer too Yet fair One give me leave before my Love With too much Passion sixes first to prove If thou hast Blessings true as those above I fear thou art of a mutable Degree Weak and defenceless quickly apt to flee Should I place all my Joys in thee alone Keep all my Actions fair that not in one A Blemish could be found yet this would be A small Assurance of possessing thee For Censure and Opinion have their swing Ill Tongues and bad Belief out-reign a King All as they speak or think their Fame or Faith Good or bad Names are still but Popular Breath Excuse me therefore since all this is true If I refuse to set my Heart on you SECVRITY 'T Is not in Princes or Superiors Smiles Profound Contrivance or ingenious Wiles In boundless Riches or the shining Flame Of a dear sweet and odoriferous Name 'T is not by these rare Pleasures we can be Plac'd in the Orb of fixt Security Transient and vain these tempting Charms have prov'd To those who sought them most and most have lov'd And the true Blessing of a Life secure Is never found but in a Conscience pure Whose choicer Wisdom with improving Skill Strives Strictly to Obey her Maker's Will Regarding That can Calmly o're and o're Take Frowns from the same Brow that smil'd before Think Riches are but transitory things Which take uncertain Flights with spreading Wings And with an Intellectual View despise The Bubbling Show of Worldly Policies See a good Name lye in the stabbing Smart Without the Terrours of a troubled Heart And with all Earthly Treasure let that go Slight as the Dust if GOD will have it so For 't is his inward Joy which crowns the Mind More than in all these outward things we find Possest of which we are securely blest Whatever does become of all the rest To Imploy Fear and Hate ASsist great GOD this Work which I begin Turn my frail Passions Fear and Hate at Sin Let me not know what 't is to use my Fear Except the danger of a Sin appear Then timorous shivering flying let me get Into the Guards of Vertue 's safe retreat Immur'd within whose Sacred Bounds I 'de be Fearful to Think to Speak to Hear or See Ought that relates to this grand Enemy No Parly would I have no soft Debate No Passion but my never-ending Hate Hate whose Aversion all Revenge excell'd By no Example yet e're paralell'd Free and perpetual on this Object spent Without an inclination to relent Desist or cease no not with Life to end Nor Time nor Heavens possession But ascend And Reign within that glorious Orb while I Retain it there to all Eternity Thus when Sin only shall the Object prove Of my fixt Hate 't is GOD has all my Love On SVNDAY MOst blissful Day 't is for your kind return My highest Wishes do in Fervor burn You bring such heavenly Sweetness with your Rest As if in you alone all Time were blest The other Days with loaded Care abound Earth's Service drives the heavy Circle round And dully fix their Aspect on the Ground Your heavenly Looks reach that amazing Throne Which yours and my great Maker's seated on Never but upward your aspiring Head Tends with a Look And so my Soul you lead In such delicious Joys that when you are gone I still anticipate and reckon on How long before you come again how near The Times expir'd when when will you appear At your first dawn my Heart dilated lies In the content of Divine Extasies Exempt from Sorrow only that I see Those precious Moments do too swiftly flee But after this vast Joy when Night comes on And I reflect how near the Sabbath's gone For all the Pleasure was so great and true 'T is with a bitter Sigh I part from you Yet though great Day of Blessings all sublime You fly like others on the Wings of Time No special Favour of a Minute's stay Can be prolong'd more than another Day But swift as Hurry are your Moments spun And of the common Sand your Glass does run Your Property will change when I shall have Pass'd one dark Walk to the other side o' th Grave Then to an everlasting Sabbath I Shall be receiv'd with endless Extasie On Directions to know how to Act Fortunately FAin would I know each day what I should chuse What Undertaking I had best refuse I 'de have an Art that all that I forsook Should make all prosperous which I undertook I 'de miss to act those Days of ill Events And meet with none but Fortunes sweet Centents I 'de know the Minute critical and rare Should fill my Wishes all and crown my Care Some kind Thought tell me how I may possess This mighty great desir'd Happiness Shall I consult the Stars and read the Sky Grow perfect Mistress of Astrology Know all the Planets and their influence When 't is they good and when they ill dispense Thus guide my Life thus steer my Course and be Inform'd before-hand what the Fates decree To guide my Life with this Lord did I say Alas I know it is a foolish Way Thy Word instructs me that I can nor must Repose in none but thee alone my Trust Why should I like a Heathen then rely Upon the Signs and Aspects of the Sky Upon a Babling Fortune-teller's Skill Or Wonders from the Wise Star-gazer's Quill I fly but envy not their best Perfection And covet only Thy Divine Direction If 't is my Fate I must sustain a Loss Give me Submission to receive the Gross And like a Christian bear it and adore Him who for me the bloody Gross has bore If Disappointments must my Hours attend
no Path of Life in which I go But what thou view'st every Step dost know If in the Way of Vertue I go on Immediately its by Thy Wisdom known Nor dost thou Unrewarded let me pass But Crown'st with Benefits my Running Glass And if deluded from this happy Way Of Virtue I erronious go astray Into the privatest closest Path of Sin I presently perceive Thee Looking in And with thy Glance dost strike me with a Terror Of future Judgements for my Sinful Error In vain do I endeavour to conceal What thy All-seeing Eye must needs reveal My Heart has no retired secret Thought But openly is to thy Knowledge brought Nor dos a Word through my whole Life tho nere So softly Whisper'd scape thy Righteous Ears O let me with Humility admire This great Omniscience and no more desire The dark Perverseness of a Sinful Course Since thou discoverest All and what is worse Condemn'st it to the Miserable State Of Hells great Torment and thy endless Hate MEDITATION V. If ye love me keep my Commandments Joh. 14.15 MUst there an IF be made for Loving thee In whom the Mirror of Perfections be Fairer than Light thy Charming Beauties shine No Angel's Form was ever so Divine Never did Prince of such an Offspring come Nor Lover like thee suffer Martyrdom An Angel's Quill I want to write the Story Of thy great Passion High Descent and Glory But stopp'd with Wonder now I would say most My Ravish'd Soul is in a Rapture lost Who should I Love but thee where can I find An Object like thee to inflame my Mind Should any Fellow-creature ask me this Love you the Mighty Lord of Life and Bliss I should injuriously the Question take In such a case should they a scruple make And in a vehement Heat be apt to cry Judge of my Love by what I now reply He is the only Regent of my Heart I scorn the Rival that should claim a part Confin'd in a Lone Desert I could be Having an Intercourse 'twixt him and me The want of Food I could contented bear So I might have but my Beloved near I 'de wander all my Life through Sun and Wind In Tears if Tears alone my Dear could find Compar'd to him my Friends Relations Birth Each all I hate all that is dear on Earth My Blood I 'll spend and Life will Sacrifice For his dear Honour which I so much prize These great Pretensions would be apt to skip From my most passionate unwary Lip But thou hast try'd me at an easier Hand By bidding of me keep thy Bless'd Command In which no rigid Task thou dost impose Or least true Satisfaction bid me lose Love God and Love my Neighbour Watch and Pray Oh! Can I wish in these to disobey What can be easier sweeter less severe Or to my Mind more rational appear Pleasing while I perform and in th' event Of Happiness the certain Consequent Oh let me shew I these Commands approve And by my keeping of them dearly Love MEDITATION VI. Set your Affections on things above Çol. 3.1 ALas Dull Earth where can I place on thee Affection and one moment happy be I 've view'd thee through I 've minded all events Of VVorldly Grosses and its Blandishments And as the first by few can be desired The last as little is to be admired One is a Thorny Trouble still perplexing T'other an Empty Show and therefore vexing Experimenting Both I too well try'd Grosses vext and Pleasures never satisfied This made my Thoughts damp liveless sad slow Each Minute tiresome while they staid below And wearyed much into Impatience grew Till they left Earth and up with vigour flew Then soaring in all true Delights above I quickly found where I might fix my Love Perceiving Bliss which never met controul And Satisfaction Solid as the Soul A Joy so great untrifling and so blest If I might in the Meditation rest I nere should Love a Thought of Earth again More than a Fit of Sickness or of Pain For nothing less I contemplate and See Than the vast Joys of large Eternity Contenting Vision how may I possess For ever ever this dear Happiness There 's no way to it but the Gates of Death The dolorous Pangs of an extinguish'd Breath But why should this so terrible appear Or either my Aversion move or Fear I know it 's this must that Advantage bring O Frightful Ghastly Death where is thy Sting O Conquering Grave where is thy Victory When even the vanquish'd tryumph through thee Lies our Ascent to vast Eternity MEDITATION VII On Isaiah 5. ver 1.2 HO every One almost to Drought accurst Who Famish with the cruelty of Thirst Come drink ye Waters freely take your fill Refresh your selves with Plenty drink at will Here 's Milk that gives a Nourishment divine Not only Heart but here 's Soul cheering Wine A Prophet calls and gives you this Advice 'T is Purchased without Mony without Price Why spend you Mony for what is not Bread When here you may with Delicates be fed On John Baptist being Painted in the Wilderness with a Lamb by him and Angels descending to him THE Sun 's my Fire as well as Light The Moon and Stars my Lamps at Night Springs are my Cellars of choice VVine A Desart's Parlour where I dine The Rocks and Woods my Dainties give On Locusts I and Hony live This Lambs my Guest when ere I eat Who equal with me takes his seat My Garments of the Flocks I take And on the Earth my Bed I make Voluptious Greatness I think base My Company 's of Heavenly Race O happy Life from nauseous Pleasures free And from distracting Cares blest should I be Were I t' enjoy Mine in a state like Thee On Herodias Daughter being Painted with the Head of John Baptist in a Charger giving it to her Mother SEE dearest Mother what my Charms has caught And to your hand a welcome Present brought The powerful Tongue that at a Breath before Shook our whole Grandeur now shall speak no more Nor stern nor threatning does this Brow appear Whose Look was wont to cast a Dread and Fear As my Adorer Languishing he lies Imploring Favour from my killing Eyes Vanquish'd by me alone and quite supprest Now undisturb'd does in my Arms take Rest Augment my Joys with yours which else will fade Whilst here the Hermit I 've a Courtier made Blest Martyr is it thus the Impious scoff The Tyrant at a word thy Life cutts off Hard case so great a Prophet living stands A Sacrifice to Wanton Feet and Bloody Hands No matter let them play their Rigorous Part Thou hadst the Blow but they must feel the Smart They have sent thee from a World wretched friendless To dwell with Joys unspeakable endless To a Young Lady that desired a Verse of my being Servant one Day and Mistress another MORE than a King 's my Word dos rule to day His Subjects His my Betters Mine obey Quality Fortune