their shame They have a specious Cloak for each offence And study how to palliate their Vice The Covetous hath Husbandry's pretence The Prodigal is free perhaps at Dice The Lecher shrouds his sin i' th' mask of Love The Drunkard to good fellowship pretends The Cheat doth for his Family improve Ill-gotten goods each have their private ends They blush not at the fact yet will not own The Title by the which we may conclude The sense of shame when to perfection grown Restrains from sins can hide a multitude But he that is this apprehension past Le ts loose the Reins of his suborned will Goes hand in hand with Satan till at last Madness and Mischief are his joy and skill The World says to him Take thy pleasure swim In Lust and Liquor Heart the Minde and Eye Are lively merry careless and so trim He doth not care though God's his enemie Fools shew their folly as it sutes their name But prudent men will be asham'd of Shame ¶ On the Wilful Impenitent TEll me fond Worldling why dost thou deride A godly Christian Is 't thy natures pride Dost thou not dayly see his weeping eye Shed Tears to wake thy sleeping Lethargie See how he trembles at the sight of sin Whilst thou lewd actor longest to begin And look'st on him as pusillanimous A Coward or a Drone I tell thee thus Thou' rt rashly valiant and dost spend thy breath On Toys whilst he dare boldly look on Death He 's truly noble and when he appears Is not appall'd before the King of Fears Heav'n is his harbour Grace doth most delight him Hell's horrours may appear but not affright him But as a Conqueror over Death and Hell Can with his Smiles all their Bravadoes quell And with a chearful heart this Ditty sing As if in scorn O Death where is thy sting Or like a Cherubim that flies on high Can say O Hell where is thy victory This is the Valediction of a Saint Whilst Sinners toyl and in their labours faint Where is the Worldling's glory He can sin Can vitious be and he can boast therein Can silence Conscience and outface a Crime And shun a blush to damn his Soul betime That man a Coward is and fights by stealth For if a sickness doth impair his health He then believes Death doth a summons beat And his large Spirit sneaks to a retreat Doth he not tremble when he once hath got A shaking Ague or a Feaver hot And when he feels the heavy hand of Fate He begs for quarter though it be too late What heaviness then fits upon his look Terrour appears Conscience unfolds its book Charges him to consider well and read And just as he begins Death strikes him dead A true Repentance cannot be too late Early Repentance is a blessed state Thus doth a sinner to Perdition fall And that which was his Throne becomes his Thrall ¶ On a Glorious Soul WHenas the Moon her constant course hath run And draws to a Conjunction with the Sun It to the Heavens shines more bright and pure And towards Earth seemeth the more obscure So as the Soul draws neer as like a Spouse Shines fair to Christ is to the World a Blouse He that is pretious unto God that man Is by the World esteem'd a Puritan And he whose Soul in Glory doth inherit Appears but odious to an earthly Spirit For he that looks with a Terrestrial sight Is Lustre-dazled with Coelestial light Shine fair to God if thou'lt to Heaven go Beauty on earth is a beclouded show ¶ On Contentation CYae as asking Pyrrhus his intent What he would do after his hazard spent In many Victories Pyrrhus did reply He 'd take his ease and then live merrily To whom Cyneas That you might have done Before were you contented with your own 'T is not the largeness of the Cage doth bring Notes to the Bird instructing him to sing Moreover though a Bird hath little eye Yet he hath wings by which he soars on high Can see far wider and abundance better Than may an Ox although his eye be greater 'T is not the great Estate that brings Content But Piety the Christian's Ornament The Righteous having little no promotion Yet what he hath when joyned with Devotion May seel more comfort more enjoy God's bounty Than he whose Incomes may command a County But few can be content with what they have He that hath hundreds still for more doth crave If his Possessions be in Houses Land He grasps at more and with a ready hand Omits no mischief that his Craft can nurse To fill his Coffer or enlarge his Purse The greatest thing in little compass can Be comprehended is Content in man And this great Vertue hath its safe abode Only in him that is a Childe of God Who sees and to his brethren cries Content ye Enough 's a feast and Piety hath plentie As when a Traveller comes to his Inn He for a Lodging-room does first begin T' enquire but if he cannot please his minde He is content with such as he shall finde Although perhaps his Room may not delight Well knowing that it is but for a night So is it with the Christian Pilgrim he Can use a large Estate if it should be God's will to bless him with it yet his mind To Heaven's pleasure alway is confin'd A little of the Creatures will asswage Hunger and Thirst in Christian Pilgrimage For let his Journeying be sweet or rough He knows his Father's house hath bread enough Therefore as sweetly feeds in going home As Sampson did upon his Honey-comb Let no man's mind on Earthly things be bent But Having food and rayment be content ¶ On the Hypocrite THe Hypocrite of Actors is the worst His own pretences making him accurst By so much as he acts the better part And Janus-like with double face and heart He can compose his forehead to be grave Although his heart be then his humours slave His modest face doth shew the Characters Of Justice and Religion nor forbears His tongue and gestures so much to proclaim But heart and hands they do recant the same When to the Church he comes he there salutes One of the Pillars and on knee confutes The Atheist worshiping that God in part Whose Precepts never could affect his heart He rises looks about and takes his seat Complains that Charity is not so great As he could wish or heretofore hath been Perhaps bestows an Alms but to be seen Always sits where he may embrace the look Of all Spectators And his table-Table-book In Sermon-time comes from beneath his coat As seeming fearful he should loose that Note Then takes his Bible hums to rear his voice And turns to some Quotation with a noise Then doubles down the leaf as if the same Were found and loudly asks the Preacher's name And that his Zeal may fervently appear Repeats it that the standers by may hear He can command his Tears reckon up sins With detestation but when he
of Beasts of Springs and Flowers How to use thy noble Powers Call whole Nature to thy aid Since 't was he whole Nature made Joyn in one eternal Song Who to one God all belong Live for ever glorious Lord Live by all thy works ador'd One in Three and Three in One Thrice we bow to thee alone ¶ Of Flesh. ALI Flesh is Grass doth therefore rot For why Can man be born to live and not to die 'T is happiness to leave this life and world And have our names where joys are rife enroll'd The dead ne're fear what Death can do his blast Will come no more for why that wo is past Then to the Soul appeareth Love and Joy For God will not his Turtle-Dove destroy Then though a Torch-light here 't is better far To be put out and after rise a Star ¶ The Grave THough Clay my Cottage is secure Princes do dwell with me And my foundations do endure for aye Death waits on me and with his dart Sends me the stoutest he And Champion-like commands the heart to stay Then be he Rich or be he Poor A Spark or else a Clown They lie together on the floor and so They sleep as if they lay upon The softest Bed of Down Troubles are fled and Griefs are gone for though The Body naked in the cold Earth lies The Soul sings Hallelujahs 'bove the Skies ¶ An Infant EArths little Morsel Man's small Letter And Adam's Copy no one better Before he tasted Eve Nature's fresh Picture drawn in oyl Which time and handling oft doth spoil His Soul appears like Paper white That yet had scarce bore word aright Neither knew how to grieve But purest colours without pains Are subject most to spots and stains He is above the tempts of Devil Since he can't understand an evil His days are raw and dull Nor hath he yet agreed with sin To banish joys let sorrows in He cannot yet be counted wise And being dumb he with his eyes Sings silent tunes of Lull He kisses all doth them approve His Innocency is his Love Nature and Parents much alike Do sometimes dandle sometimes strike With hidden sugred bait They him intice and he doth sup Whate're he finds within the Cup. Could his weak body finde the way To Bliss and here no longer stay He 'd have a happy fate Not knowing sin or mortal crime He 'd reach Eternity betime ¶ The Candle LIke as vain man I downward grow My life is ever wasting I fall by fire still waxing low As man did fall by tasting My house of Tallow doth decrease And I that am but Cotten Within one hour live and decease Am in the next forgotten O Lord pour Oyl into my Lamp To light me to thy home That when it shall extinguish't be I may a Star become ¶ The Ant. ALthough a creature small yet all My labour pains and care 't is rare Is in the Summer to provide Against the Cold and Winter-tide And though so small yet I an eye Can have to things for when weak men Waste time in Feasts and Riot I study for my Diet. Idleness breeds Distempers Povertie Gives room for Sin ye Sluggards learn of me ¶ The Thanksgiving COme let 's adore the gracious hand That brought us to this light That gave his Angels strict command To be our Guard this night When we laid down our weary heads And sleep seal'd up our eye They stood and watch'd about our beds To let no harm come nigh Now we are up they still go on And guide us through the day They never leave their charge alone Whate're besets our way And oh my Soul how many snares 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 before our feet In all our hopes in all our cares Some dangers still we meet Sometimes the sin does us o'retake And on our weakness win Sometimes our selves our ruine make And we o'retake the sin O save us Lord from all those darts That seek our Souls to slay Save us from us and our filse hearts Lest we our selves betray Save us O Lord to thee we cry From whom all Blessings spring We on thy Grace alone rely Alone thy glory sing Glory to thee eternal Lord Thrice blessed Three in One Thy Name at all times be ador'd Till time it self be done ¶ Antiphon A Dialogue in three parts Chor. THanks be to the Lord on high Angels That gave his Son Men. For us to die Chor. He that is the holy One Ang. Lov'd us of old Men. For us was sold. Chor. He that is the God of might Men. Made us of Dust Ang. For us did fight Chor. He that is the God most just Ang. Set us aright Men. To us gave light Chor. He that made the Heavens Earth Men. And all therein Ang. He is more worth Chor. He it is that knew no sin Ang. Yet suffered death Men. To give us breath Chor. Blessed he hung on the Cross Men. For our great gain Ang. But his own loss Chor. He that heal'd the Blinde and Lame Ang. Yet sought as thief Men. For our relief Chor. He that died with a kiss Men. From wretched man Ang. Is now in Bliss Chor. He that can the Heavens span Men. And do much more Ang. Him we adore Chor. He that was bound to Herod sent Men. And spit upon Ang. He is our Tent. Chor. He that melteth hearts of stone Ang. With us doth stand Men. Doth us command Chor. He that pardon can our sin Ang. Hath broke our snare Men. But we fall in Chor. He with whom none can compare Men. He gave us eyes Ang. He made us rise Chor. He was scourg'd with heavy lash Men. For us lost blood Ang. And us did wash Chor. He it is that is the good Men. Great God alone Ang. Heaven 's his Throne Chor. He that wore a Crown of Thorns Men. That doth us keep Ang. And us adorns Chor. He the Shepherd of the Sheep Ang. Our choicest stock Men. Our only rock Chor. Praise him then that did us make Men. Doth us defend Ang. And us did take Chor. Bless his Name World without end Men. For his great love Ang. To us above Angels and Men praise ye the Lord for aye Oh all ye Nations praise the Lord and say Amen ¶ The Bible The Book of Books The only good To him that looks For heav'nly food A Holy Light In darkest night The blessed Word Of God the Lord. Divinitie In it doth lie Indeed it is The Gate of Bliss ¶ The Dream I Dreamt my Death was but a sleep My Grave and Bed both one And when the morning forth did peep Life came and Death was gone Since so it is that none can be Asleep but such as die O Lord I 'll sleep to all but thee And make my bed on high ¶ The Beatitudes BLess'd are the poor that is the meek in spirit For they the Heav'n God's Kingdom shall inherit Blessed are they that mourn away their years God hears their sighs hath bottles for their tears Blessed
What here thou Viewest is the Gravers Art A shape of man Only the Outward part Peruse the booke therein more plainly read Vera effigies Samuelis Speed F.H. Van Houe fec What here thou Viewest is the Gravers Art A shape of man Only the Outward part Peruse the booke therein more plainly read Vera effigies Samuelis Speed Prison Pietie OR MEDITATIONS Divine and Moral Digested into Poetical Heads On Mixt and Various Subjects Whereunto is added A PANEGYRICK TO The Right Reverend and most Nobly descended HENRY Lord Bishop of LONDON By SAMUEL SPEED Prisoner in Ludgate London Despise not this 'cause in Confinement writ Prisons improve the gifts of Grace and Wit For Before I was aflicted I went astray but now have I learned thy Statutes LONDON Printed by J. C. for S. S. and sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster 1677. TO The most Reverend Father in God His Grace GILBERT By Divine Providence Lord Arch bishop OF CANTERBVRY Primate and Metropolitan Of all ENGLAND May it please your Grace USe hath become a Custome for Writers to shroud their Pens and Parts under the Patronage of some Honourable and secure Protection by which my Lord I am emboldened to supplicate your Graces favour my Attempt carrying with it these two Reasons to mitigate my Presumption First that these my Ejaculations and Meditations being Divine they pretend a Title to your Graces Cognizance with whose most learned Name being presented to the world they will undoubtedly sinde an Acceptance among Pious and Judicious Readers The other Reason is That since your Grace was acquainted with my deceased Grand father Mr. John Speed the English Chronologer and laborious Genealoger the Author and this his Enchiridion he humbly hopes may obtain your favourable Aspect For which causes I am apt to promise to my self a fair Interpretation though they are the Issues of my Retirements in a Prison since from the like place Almighty God by a Miracle did redeem St. Peter and our Blessed Saviour deigned to love poor Lazarus though in a low condition though I write from a Prison to the Palace of England's renowned Metropolitan it is however to testifie the zeal I have for your Graces merits May your Honours as your hours increase in this Age may your glorious Memory be admired in futurity And when your Grace shall exchange your Terrestâ—…ial Theatre for a Coelestial Throne may a Crown of Glory to eternity adorn your Vertues which is and shall be the continual Prayer of Most Reverend Learned and most Pious Patron Your Graces Most devout most humble and obsequious Servant SAMUEL SPEED To the DEVOUT Christian Reader LOndon's too late and fatal Judgments the Plague and Fire having made me uncapable to manage my Affairs with the like success as formerly some Creditors severe as well as covetous forced me to a Confinement in Ludgate where the bet ter to employ my time I have compiled and composed this Manual of Meditations which consists of Psalms Hymns and Divine Poems In which act of Contemplation I made my Prison my Paradise being so transported with Raptures that I banish'd from my memory all thoughts of my Affliction And as I found great satisfaction in the writing I hope the Reader will finde the like in the perusal for in it are variety of Subjects especially such as are extracted from the Psalms that book which may properly be called the Heart of the Bible and is therefore most fitly placed in the middle as the Anatomy of the Soul the Epitome of the Law and the Expositor of the Gospel the Register Enchiridion and Summary of the Holy Scriptures And as the writing thereof hath been delightful so certainly in Confinement no pleasure can exceed a serious especially if Divine Study no Companions can be better than divine Books nor can any time be better spent than in contemplative Devotion Therefore since this life is as it were a Fair and while the Fair lasteth there is to be bought in it any thing that is necessary if we suffer the time of the Fair to slip away it is in vain to expect another Wherefore before the time be past which the Lord of the Fair and the mercie of thy Maker hath allowed be studious to perform Repentance that thou mayst procure Pardon be diligent to gain Grace that thou mayst obtain Glory It is reported of Alexander the Great that when he came to besiege any place he caused a burning Light to be set up and then made proclamation that so long as the Light burned he gave his Enemy time to seek for mercie by surrendring themselves and the place but if within that time they did it not the Sword should destroy them all Now what is mans life but a burning Light and so long as this Light continues God gives us time to make our peace with him and to provide for our future safety but this Light being once extinguished before we draw neer to God by Repentance and Conversion those two fabricks of Salvation what remains but a sudden and an eternal destruction Therefore since we have filled God's bag with our sins let us likewise fill his bottle with our tears Wherefore when we waste our time we ought not to complain for the want of time but rather to follow the example of that holy St. Ignatius who when he heard a Clock strike would say There 's one hour more now past that I have to answer for Latimer rose usually at Two of the clock in the morning to his Study and Bradford slept not commonly above four hours in the night and in his bed till sleep came his Book went not out of his hand He counted that hour not well spent wherein he did not some good either with his Pen his Study or Discourse these Worthies well weighing that truth which Seneca asserts Time that is consumed idly is rather spilt than spent Contemplation is the life of the Soul and the Christians best Companion in his solitude but a contemplative life without practice is like unto Rachel Jacob's Wife beautiful bright-sighted but barren It is good therefore to have Rachel's beautiful face to be seconded with Leahs fruitful womb By Contemplation and Consideration Solomon got much of his Wisdom as appeareth by his Ecclesiastes which by some is very aptly called Solomon's Soliloquy St. Basil left his friends and acquaintance retiring himself into a Wilderness that he might the more devoutly serve God and delight himself in holy Meditations And St. Hierome comforting a young Hermit bad him look up to Heaven and take a few turns in Paradise by his Meditations assuring him that so long as he had Paradise in his minde and Heaven in his thoughts he should not be sensible of his Solitariness Nor is Contemplation onely delightful but also profitable by taking the meditation off from vain Imaginations idle Company profane Discourse and obscene Songs all which are too frequent in a Prison and tend not onely to the corruption of good
every person is his work 19. It is a spiritual injustice to desire to know the secrets of others and to conceal our own 20. We ought not to love our Neighbour onely because he is good or because we hope he will be so but because God commands us so to do 21. In holy duties we should speak little think much but do more 22. It is a great evil not to do good 23. The just man never dies unprepared for he is well prepared for death who perseveres in Christian justice to the end 24. Confidence in an unfaithful man in time of trouble is like a broken tooth and a foot out of joynt 25. As he that taketh away a Garment in cold weather and as Vinegar upon Nitre so is he that singeth Songs to a heavy heart 26. It is no shame to be poor Nature brought us so into the World and so we must return 27. Dost thou want things necessary grumble not perchance it was necessary thou shouldest want however seek a lawful remedy if God bless not thy endeavour do thou bless him that knoweth what is fittest for thee Thou art God's Patient prescribe not thy Physician 28. Art thou calumniated examine thy Conscience if that be spotted thou hast a just correction if not guilty thou hast a fair instruction Use both so shalt thou distil honey out of gall and make to thy self a secret friend of an open enemy 29. If thine enemy be hungry give him bread if thirsty give him drink thou thereby heapest coals of fire upon his head and a reward unto thy self 30. Charity makes God our debtor for the Poor are his receivers 31. Hast thou an Estate and wouldst increase it divide thy Riches to the Poor those Seeds that are scattered do encrease but hoarded up they die 32. Correction without instruction makes the Master a Tyrant and the Servant a novice 33. That man is a Conquerour that can subdue his own passions 34. Faithful are the wounds of a friend but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful 35. Arm thy self against a profest enemy but he that dissembleth friendship strikes beyond a caution and wounds above a cure from the one thou mayst deliver thy self but from the other Good Lord deliver thee 36. A man that flattereth his Neighbour sâ—…eadeth a Net for his feet 37. The Touch-stone trieth Gold and Gold trieth men 38. Virtue must be the guide of all Qualities otherwise the Professors are undone 39. As the servants of God are known by their two Vertues Humility and Charity so the servants of the Devil are known by their opposite Vices Pride and Cruelty 40. The best way to keep good acts in memory is to refresh them with new 41. To boast is to be vain since the greatest Conquerour if he measure his own shadow shall finde it no longer than it was before his victory 42. Believe not Soothsayers for Prophesies are never understood till they are accomplished 43. The World is a wide Prison and every day an execution-day 44. Our Stomachs are common Sepulchres for Birds Beasts and Fish they all die to feed us Lord with how many deaths are our poor lives patched up How full of death is the life of man 45. Beware of Drink where Drunkenness reigns Reason is an exile Vertue a stranger and God an enemy Blasphemy is Wit Oaths are Rhetorick and Secrets are Proclamations 46. Whosoever will arrive at a New life must pass by the death of the Old 47. He that is truly humble never thinks himself wronged 48. The good man lives contented with a moderate Estate not so much taking notice of those that have more as those that have less than our selves 49. He that most mortifies natural inclinations receives most supernatural inspirations 50. To shun the accidental troubles of this life is to meditate often upon Eternity 51. It is the great misfortune of man to desire those things which he should only use 52. To have a desire to be poor and not to receive the inconveniencies of it is too great ambition For it is to desire the honour of Poverty and the commodity of Wealth 53. There is no better way to end happily a true spiritual life than daily to begin it 54. He that would have a part with Jesus glorified must first take part with Jesus crucified 55. We should live in this present World as if our Souls were in Heaven and our Bodies in the Grave 56. In the death of our Passions consists the life of our Souls 57. It is not Humility to acknowledge our selves miserable that onely is not to be a beast but it is Humility to desire that others should esteem us so 58. There is no reason to be given for the fault we commit in sin for the fault would not be sin if it were not against Reason 59. Virtues never have their full growth but when they bring forth desires of advancing which like spiritual seeds serve to produce new degrees of Vertues 60. We should never speak of God or of things which concern his service carelesly by way of discourse or entertainment but always with great respect and humble minde 61. We should sear the Judgement of God without discouragement and encourage our selves without presumption 62. The ready way for the Soul to have peace with it self is to obtain its peace with God 63. We may perform many holy actions yet not please God if we neglect to do what he requires of us no more than a Painter in representing an Eagle pleaseth him that desired a Bee 64. Let us never look on our Crosses but through the Cross of Christ thereby we shall finde them pleasant and have fresh desires to be afflicted 65. Desire to obtain the love of God makes us meditate but that love once obtained makes us contemplate THE TABLE A ANgel and Man A Dialogue Page 6 On Ambition 9 An Adieu to the World 14 Almost a Christian 21 St. Ambrose's Hymn 62 St. Augustine's Hymn ibid. The Ascension 66 An Adoration ibid. The Altar 72 The Ant 78 Antiphon 79 Of Angels 82 On Age 94 Acknowledgments 111 Advice to Prisoners 126 St. Austin's Prayer 134 On Alexander the Great 161 B On the Book misprinted the Tree of Life 21 On Beauty 41 The Bible 81 The Beatitudes 82 The Believer 136 Bad at Best 159 On Blasphemy 166 Blessings of the Righteous as they are recorded in Holy Writ 172 C The Christian and Worlding 11 On Conscience 24 On Contentation 30 The Christians Alphabet 59 On Christ's Death 60 On Christ's Cross 63 The Cross 65 On Christ 68 Christian and Death 71 The Candle 77 Of Christ's Passion 83 On Christ's Praying 84 On Christ's Nativity 102 Christ's Triumph to Jerusalem 103 Of Christ's Birth in an Inne 104 To the Creator 105 The Caution 112 On the Conscience 133 On Christ's Nativity expected 137 The Call 138 The Check 149 Christ all in all 152 The Careless Christian 154 The Colestial Painter 156 To the divine Creator 157
his own teeth doth dig his Grave Who loves his Humour to fulfil His Humour is himself to kill Who doth aspire be great and tall Should carefully beware a fall Who with good works delights to dwell Sails fair for Heaven far from Hell ¶ On Age. THe Painter's Pencil sure must go astray In painting to the life a lump of Clay Who does but seem to live dies every day How can he lively paint a man that hath The cold effigies in his face of Death ¶ On Man and Wife SIlence and Patience are the Twins that make Concord 'twixt Couples never to forsake A Husband good in Words ought to be wise In Conversation wary hating lies Careful Provision ought he to provide In ordering circumspect a careful Guide A Father Master and a Friend beside The good Wife when abroad she should be grave Discreet in governing at home and have Patience to bridle Passions when they move Learning her Husband to obey and love Kinde to her Neighbours courteous unto all Careful of Children be they great or small But chiefly herein there should be no flaws She should her Husband fear and he the Laws ¶ The free Prisoner WHat though a Prisoner I am now Time doth allow Instead of liberty to walk To write or talk What though 〈◊〉 make me sicken They do me quicken My body in confinement lies But my Soul flies What though by nature I am dumb Then I be â—…ome A silent sinner and my tongue Doth no man wrong Or what although I loose my sight Yes if the light Of Divine Graces shine in me My Soul can see Let sorrows come when God thinks best They are my Rest For in afflictions 't is my Psalm The Bruise 〈◊〉 Balm If I 'm afflicted in this World I am but huâ—…'d â—…o Heaven where all pleasures stand At God's right hand Th' afflictions of this world of care Cannot compare To those blest Mansions Christ hath wrought And dearly bought Dear may I say because his blood Is that choice flood That drowns my sorrows and my grief Gives me relief Thus all things work together for their good That have lov'd God and for his honour stood A Jayl's the centre of this Iron-age Yet not my Prison but mine Hermitage He that can boldly dare yet justly do Fortune 's his Subject and his Vassal too ¶ On Sunday THis is the day the Lord hath made Then let not Christians be afraid Laying aside all sin Rejoyce therein The clearest radiant day that shines Upon the Christians golden Mines God's holy Torch and Light That leads aright The day of our Consession The Ease of our Oppression The day of Peace and Rest Churches our Nest. A Light it is to all the Week A Summons to the Proud and Meek That says to Conscience Fie Ye go awry The day that pulleth man from Death And crowns his head with holy Wreath That guides him to his Grave Yet doth him save The Day of God so God of Days It is above my reach of praise God's with his free accord The Sabbaths Lord. It is the Day-book of a Saint A Spring for those that thirst or faint Nor can we say there 's one day Like to Sunday But we 'll such thoughts in silence smother Till we can finde out such another ¶ The Petition STand by me Lord when dangers STARE Keep from my Fruit such choaking TARE That on Confusion grounded ARE. Thou that from Bondage hast me BROUGHT And my deliverance hast ROUGHT 'T is thee that I will praise for OUGHT O Lord to evil make me CHILL Be thou my Rock and holy HILL So shall I need to fear no ILL ¶ Faith's Mystery WIth all the pow'rs my poor Soul hath O humble Love and loyal Faith Thus low my God I bow to thee Whom too much love bow'd low for me Down busie Sense Discourses die And all adore Faith's Mysterie Faith is my Skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my eye Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet than they Love could not think Truth could not say O dear Memorial of that death Which still survives and gives us breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy my All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes increase And fill my Portion in thy Peace Come hidden life and that long day For which I languish come away ¶ On the Judgment GReat God that hast at thy command Both Leaden feet and Iron hand How shall I stand How can I look When thou call'st for thy Dreadful Book Oh save me Lord I then shall say I do confess I went astray Thy Judgment stay O let thy Rod Chastise with mercy O my God O Christ my Saviour may it please Thee thy dear Father's wrath appease And making peace Then I alwaies Will strive to magnifie thy praise Some it is like may shew a Book So full of Blanks that when you look Thereon a Rook You 'll think that man That shews a Scrole with nothing on But so to do is highly vain For he that doth just Judgments rain Can see each stain Keeps just account How ev'ry Sinner's sins amount I am resolv'd when God doth call To hide not one but shew him all That wrought my fall But if my will Exceed my skill Lord do not kill ¶ On the Pharisee and the Publican TWo men into the Temple went to pray The one a Pharisee who thus did say I thank thee God I am no common man No unjust person As this Publican Twice in the week I fast from my excess And I give tythes of all that I possess The humble Publican at distance stood With head and eyes dejected as if food Or heavenly Manna then was to be found Carelessly scatter'd on the dusty ground But as in bitterness of Soul distrest He with his hand smote on his troubled breast Of his Petition this was the beginner O God be merciful to me a sinner The other shew'd rather than Zeal his pride But the poor Publican went justifi'd God doth delight the proud look to abase And on Humility bestows his grace ¶ To God the Father BEfore the closing of the day Creator we thee humbly pray That for thy wonted mercies sake Thou us into protection take May nothing in our mindes excite Vain dreams and fantoms of the night Our Enemy repress that so Our bodies no uncleanness know To Jesus from a Virgin sprung Be Glory given and Praises sung The like to God the Father be And holy Ghost eternallie ¶ To God the Son LEt others take their course And sing what Name they please Let Wealth or Beauty be their theam Such empty sounds as these I never will admire A lump of burnish'd Clay For though it shines it is but dust And shall to dust decay Sweet Jesus is the Name My Song shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming Word That does my Life restore When I
In Winter judge how leaveless then it stood But I confirm it when I see the Bud. In Thomas 't was a fault To hault In waving Faith until His will Was satisfied but 't would a madness been So to continue having felt and seen Belief it may indeed Exceed The strength of Reason yet Doth let No opposition in Faith likewise will suspence 'T will get above but not against the Sense Whilst Faith assures I eat My sweet Redeemer with direct Effect Sense cannot so in ignorance allure me As that I cat not bread but will assure me Although I see not all that I believe Yet those things that I see I must believe Christians must guard their mouths and watch their actions Be pure in heart and keep their faiths from factions ¶ On Christ's Nativity expected WHen blessed Lord shall we Our safe Salvation see Dear Lord arise For our saint eyes Have long'd all night and 't was a long night too Poor man could never say He saw more than a day One day of Edeu's seven The guilty hours were blasted with the breath Of sin and death And have e're since worn a Nocturnal hue But in thy birth is hopes that we At length a splendid day shall see Wherein each poor neglected place Grac'd with the Aspect of thy face Shall glister like the porch and gate of Heav'n How long bless'd Lord how long The Nations thirst and throng All humane kinde Are now combinde Into one body wanting thee their Head Large is our multitude And almost vile and rude Headless Great God for lack of thee Unhappy for the want of thy bless'd face Then come apace And thy bright self to our dull body wed That thorough thy Almighty power Each part that hath confusion wore May order take so to appear Fresh as the dawning of the year When thou dear Lord shalt so united be ¶ The Call COme away my Lord my Life Thy presence doth preserve from strife Come away my Lord my Way Thy presence 〈◊〉 to obey Come away my Lord my Truth Thy presence turneth Age to Youth Come away my Lord my Light Thou dost both Sin and Satan fright Come away my Lord my Feast That my poor Soul may be thy Guest Come away my Lord my Strength By thee my days have health and length Come away my holy Joy Guard my Rejoycings from annoy Come away my dearest Love Lord let my Call thy presence move Come away Divinest Lamb My sins deface that seek to damn Come my Shepherd come away Thy Flock in danger are to stray Come my Safeguard and my Shield In Fights assist me lest I yield Come away Lord hear my Call Make no stay Thou All in All. ¶ The Extasie SUch a Lord and such a Life Whose presence bringe h Pleasures rise Such a way as leads to Bliss Who walks therein can't walk amiss Such a Truth whose Ray defies The Father and the Prince of Lyes Such a Light as leads us to Eternal Comforts not a few Such a Feast as doth rejoyce Compounded of the best and choice Such a Strength as doth desend Not for a day but to the end Such a Joy that giveth store Of Pleasures lasting evermore Such a Love as heard my cry Though sin made me his enemy Such a Lamb whose sweet abode Makes ev'ry Saint a Lamb of God Such a Shepherd of his Sheep There 's none can stray whom he doth keep Shuch a 〈◊〉 and such a Sun Desends 〈◊〉 shines till all is won Open my heart and such a God receive He 's All in All to them that do believe Delights of the Minde JEsus the only thought of thee Fills with delight my memorie But when thou dost thy presence show Heav'n seems into my breast to flow No Theam so sweet for voice can be Nor to the ear such harmonie No heart can thoughts for charming frame As Jesus his most pretious Name Jesus when for our sins we grieve Thy mercies all our wants relieve If good to those that seek thy Grace What art thou when they see thy face Jesus in whom we comsort finde Fountain of Life Light of the Minde Thou dost our hearts with comforts feed Our utmost wish thy gifts exceed No Eloquence of Tongue can teach Nor art of Pen this secret reach Only th'experienc'd Soul does prove What sweets they taste who Jesus love Him then I 'll seek retir'd apart Shutting the world out of my heart And midst my business him I 'll strive With fresh pursuit still to retrive Early with Magdalen I 'll come A Pilgrim to my Saviour's Tomb Weeping my sins in mournful cries I 'll seek him with my minde not eyes My Tears shall on his Grave distill And faithful Sighs the Garden fill Prostrate before him on my face His sacred feet I 'll fast embrace Jesus in thy bless'd steps I 'll tread Striving to follow where they lead Nor shall my Soul give o're to mourn Till to thy favour I return O Jesus most admired King Who didst triumph o'r deaths sharp sting Thy mystick sweetness first excites Then satisfies all appetites Thy quickning visits Life bestow Thy lights true good so cleerly show That they who once have relish'd thee Know all the World 's meer Vanitie Come then dear Lord possess our hearts Enflame our loves with thy chast darts All Clouds of errour drive away And change our N ght to thy bright day To thee our hearts and voices sing To thee our vows and pray'rs we bring That when we end this life 's short racc In Heav'n with thee we may have place ¶ On Death O Death the Serpents Son Where is thy sting once like thy Sire With Hellish torments ever burning fire But those dark days are gone Thy peevish spite buri'd thy sting In the sacred and wide Wound of a Saviour's side Now thou' rt become a tame and harmless thing A toy we scorn to fear For we hear That our triumphant God to conquer thee For the assault thou gav'st him on the Tree Hath took the keys of Hell out of thy hand And forc'd thee stand As Porter to that gate of Life O thou who art the gate be pleas'd that he When we shall die And that way flie May ope the Courts of Heav'n to us through thee ¶ On Judgment JUdge of the World we wretched sinners quake Our Consciences do ake And well they may whenas we think Of the fierce dreadful fire Of thine Ire And Phials thou fhalt make Us sinners drink For thou the Wine-press of thy wrath wilt tread With feet of lead Wretched notorious duft what uncouth place Can shelter from thy face The Earth will shrink out of thy sight The Heavens too that cannot erre Then shall fear Thee and thy Laws and from thee take their flight So burnt with glory their bright eyes shall dead Burst from their head Great God can we Thy Enemies abide to see Such a glorious Majesty We beg thy mercy Lord Thy Judgment-seat We dare not to
intreat For we are all condemned there Lord then O cast a look On thy Book Of Life behold we read A Saving Jesus here And in that Name our sure Salvation see Lord make us free And cross within Our scores of sin That cancel'd all our debts are paid by thee ¶ On Heaven BRight glorious Lord uncircumscribed Treasure Of everlasting Pleasure Thy Throne is placed far Above the richest Star Where thou prepar'st a splendid place Within the glory of thy face That each Spirit May inherit Who builds his hopes 〈◊〉 thy merit And thee adores with holy charity No ravish'd heart seraphick tongue or eyes Inspir'd can once surmise Or speak or think or see So bright Eternity The glorious King 's transparent Throne Is of pretious Jasper-stone Where the eye O' th' Chrysolite With a Skie Of Di'monds Rubies Chrysoprase But above all thy brighter face Speaks an eternal Charity When thou thy Jewels bindest up that day Forget not us we pray But there where the Beryl lies Christal too above the Skies That there thou mayst afford us place Within the glories of thy face And enroul Each ones Soul In the Scroul Of Life and Blessedness that we May praise thy Name unto Eternitie ¶ On Hell DIsmal darkness sad and sore An everlasting Night Groans and Shricks when sinners roar In their abyssful plight No corner there but hath a Snake Breeding in the infernal Lake Heaps of Fire and Beds of Snow Are the chief delights below A Viper springing from the fire Is his hire That prizeth moments to Eternity O thou God of Day and Night Fountain of eternal light Allelujahs Hymns and Psalms Holy Coronets of Palms Adorn the Temple evermore Almighty God Let not thy Iron Rod Bruise our bones with an eternal pressure Let thy mercy be the only measure If thou shouldst hoard up wrath in store We shall all die Not one be left to glorifie The Lord and tell How thou preserved hast our Souls from Hell ¶ The Salutation of Saints JEsus who man's Redeemer art The solace of each godly heart The ransom'd World's great Architect Chast light of Souls which thee affect What mercy conquer'd thee my God That thou wouldst bear our sinful load And innocent wouldst death endure That us from death thou mightst secure Still let commiseration press To give our damages redress And by fruition of thy sight Inrich us with a blessed light Thou guide to Heav'n and path to Rest Be thou the scope of ev'ry brest Be thou the comfort of our tears Our sweet reward above the Spheres ¶ On Pride THe proud man looks that ev'ry one should shew A Reverence to him though none they owe. I 'll value such as we do coyn set forth Just what they go for rather than their worth Pride unto Reason seemeth ever strange Is Reason absent there 't is Pride doth range And then for Reason there is none beside That is so highly opposite to Pride For Reason maketh Art Dame Nature's ape And Pride turns Nature out of Nature's shape ¶ Jeremiah's Lamentation For Jerusalem's Desolation COnsider Lord the wretched poor and vile A glorious City no sh 'as lost that stile She and her joys are under an Exile Behold and see Thou Lord as in a Wine-press hast her trod And crush'd her Virgins with an Iron Rod Sin was the cause but Lord thou art her God May it please thee To wipe away her Tears that do pour down Cause thou that art the Comforter dost frown O let repentant Tears offences drown And send relief O all ye passing by behold her sorrow Jerusalem Jerusalem would borrow Tears of ye all but none will say Good morrow The more 's her grief Her Sucklings sigh and cry for Corn and Wine Whilst she her self for want thereof doth pine Jerusalem was ever grief like thine Behold and weep She that was call'd the Joy of all the Earth Is Desolation now and nothing worth Her sorrows to her Enemies are mirth Her Lovers sleep The apples of her eyes do finde no rest Their streams o'reflow the flood-gates she 's distrest And sorrow doth become a constant guest Doth never fail Her old and young ones both lie on the ground Her Priests and Prophets thou dost deeply wound Terrours on ev'ry side beset her round On hill and dale Wormwood besots she seems as she were drunk This angry tempest hath her treasure shrunk She that was full of people now is sunk And desolate Her Soul 's remov'd from any glimpse of Peace Prosperity is fled there doth increase But sad effects of groans which never cease Such is her fate They that on Delicates were wont to feed In Dust and Ashes now lament their need Jerusalem is bow'd and broke indeed But God is just The Enemies they did her Maidens finde And ravished her Young men forc'd to grinde Confider Lord how she with grief hath pinde Upon the dust Remember Lord her Wormwood and her Gall Oh hear her sad complaints and ease her thrall Lord hear my Pray'rs and Tears for her I call In mercy see Oh lay that darksome Cloud from off thy face One smile will say thou think'st upon her case Oh hear and help her Lord of thy good grace Thou glorious Three Judge and revenge her cause O Lord my God Behold her scorners how they mock and nod In mercy towards her withdraw thy Rod. Lord let her cry Unto thee fly And let her not Be quite forgot As if O Lord she never were That she may sing Of thee her King That unto thee none may compare ¶ On Sin SIn is such an uncouth thing I cannot well define it Death doth own it is his sting God bids me undermine it But it so cunning is that when I think to win the day It now comes over under then And blows my baits away It seiz'd my Parents and beguil'd More learned men than I And when I think it is most milde I have most cause to fly At Church when I Devotion have It hovers o're my book And bids me think upon my Grave And off the other look Invisible it is no doubt And felt before 't is seen It subtilly can wheel about And like an Angel seem Good deeds I know accepted are And will be evermore But if I do not well I sear Sin lieth at the door Sin as a Serpent cunningly Doth lurk upon the scout That if my foot but tread awry My sins they finde me out If I with Brother break my word The fact may not be great But if I sin against the Lord Who shall for me intreat Many the faults are of my Youth I have been oft misled But they are blessed faith the truth Whose sin is covered Wherefore O Lord I will confess What in those days I did O grant thy merciful redress And let my sins be hid But I with heart and knee will bow In duty to adore thee Then recollect and study how To set my sins before me Shap'd in Iniquity I was A
Much like the Frontispiece of Thee the Book Jehovah's Poem where he hath annext A gracious Comment to a glorious Text Urim and Thummim wrote in words at large Thou D'cus and Tutamen of thy charge Who ex utroque sitt'st amongst the Peers A perfect Nestor at meridian years Old Jeroboam holy Legends tell By making Peasants Priests turn'd Israel With her heels upward That prodigious phrase Of High swoln Woolsey in King Harry's days Ego Rex may teach great Monarchs what 's The sad effects of mounting Butchers beats To any thing but Gibbets Where such sway There 's none so proud so tyrannous as they Who suck nought from their Dams but kill and slay For take an upstart Groom who setcht his rise But lately from a Dung hill in a trice He huffs and Hamans it aâ—… such a rate As if the slip'ry wheels of Rowling Fate Were scotcht in him forgetting that the Son May end as basely as the Sire begun Births are th'immediate acts of God the choice Of man sounds well which ecchoes to that voice The Cream of Gentry not the Scum of Trade Princes are born but Commonwealths are made Then bless'd be Christ and Charles his servant who To silence the rude Cavils of our foe Has rais'd a Ruler from an antient stock A Swain like Daphais faiter than his flock In whom by happy providence we see The salse aspersion and foul caiumnie Which Brooke of old cast in the Churches face Bravely wipt off in nobler Compton's race 〈◊〉 the Great a Family well known From Hopton Heath to the Olympick Throne Compton the Valiant that hears a power From the Imperial Closet to the Tower Compton the Just what can be more exprest The Guns and Organs shall proclaim the rest Nor can the mouth of Spite it self defame Th'unfulli'd Trophies of that spotless Name Nor Malice choak'd with Liberty controul The least attempt of so divine a Soul Had all been Lyons once who wore that hide And each Lawn-slâ—…eve so honourably alli'd Save tem'pral envy and spiritual pride 〈◊〉 had not liv'd nor Caesar di'd The Cassock whilom scar'd into a jump And curtaâ—…'d all in rev'rence to the Rump May now exult with Warrantable glee In thy serene unblemish'd Pedigree With the white Prelate of the Garter Blue Undaunted Dolben and couragious Mew The High-born Durham generous Hereford By line a Baronet by Grace a Lord. And who should be first nam'd Sheldon the prime A word too glorious to be blaz'd in Rhyme As learned Lawyers justly boast the worth Of their Heroick Finch and Honour'd North. When Gospel-sury chang'd our Oyl to Ashes And Pulpits turn'd to Caledonian Swashes When Charity caught cold and zeal ran mad When men of Lâ—…vi dwelt in tents of Gad Black were our Stars Cimmerian our Night No Darkness like degenerated Light But when the Sons of Peers lay down the sharp Faulchion to tune the Psaltery and the Harp Abandoning the pleasures of Hide-park And with King David dance before the Ark 〈◊〉 spirit flies the Warlike Spear Being beat into a Sheep-hook shall we fear New Curse ye Meroz Doctrines in these Nations Clench'd with Edge hill and Naseby applications Harry the Eighth that he might propagate Feud against Popery and secure his State Dispos'd the then Top-heavy Churches Lands In his Nobilities and Gentries hands Knowing when time should turn which often varies They'd surely fight pro Focis if not Aris. But our blest Liege that Piety may greet Her younger sister Policy thinks meet True Honours Ore should wear Religion's Stamp To have the Chair recruited from the Camp His Majesty in such designes as these Impropriates the Bishops not the Sees Impropriate did I say rather restore Them to the Splendour they maintain'd of yore That when weak Curats fail these Sons of Thunder May keep the Dan and Bethil rabble under No Northern storms shall then our Temple stir Whose Beams are Cedar though their Rasters Fir. And the rich Pavement which we walk upon Smooth as the Chariot of King Solomon Without a stone of stumbling and offence Or speaking Treason in a Scripture sence Or crushing Texts until they vomit blood A signe the Pulpits were not Irish wood All peevish Sects shall fall from their extreams Won by thy Worth and melted by thy Beams As if thy parts which we poor Lads admire Were mixt of Gunning's â—…ht and Rupert's Fire Enough to make a Brownist keep the road And 〈◊〉 chaunt another Palinode Abringdon Wild whose Drolls infect the Rout May now complain his Pen hath got the Gout Who bubbled with his once-applauded 〈◊〉 Out-did his Name by barking at the Mitre Shall cease to stroak his half-dry Muses Duggs In tenderness to 's Conscience or his Luggs The Pagan Saint whose prerious lips express Nought but sweet Sippets of Soul-savingness Making the splay-mouth'd Brethren mump like Apes At Brooks his Apples and at Titchburn's Grapes Shall balk his Canting and convince the Gang An Anthem's better musick than a Twang And we Plebeian Off-springs meanly bred With a short Grace an Egg and so to bed Yet having Souls where loyal flames are nurst To Charles the good and James of Charles the first Shall to engage Posterity our bebtor Spend our dear blood as free as it 't were better My Lord accept this Mite and if it please Give us thy benediction and take these May all the Gifts and Graces that befel On Moses Joshua and Samuel Inrich thy Breast and Brain in such a sort That the whole City Country and the Court Led by thy good example without stain Of being factious bruitish or profane May win their pristine Glory once again May as benign and prosperous a state As e'er George Wharton could prognosticate Light on thy heart and bless thee o're and o're Wisdom and Wealth augmenting still thy store Long may'st thou govern without Guile or Gall And be thy Moderation known to all To bring strai'd Sheep by whatsoever name Back to the Fold from whence at first they came No private Meetings in thy Diocess Except those lawful ones of Truth and Peace But if the many-headed Beast should rise To pluck Kings plumes and peck out Prelates eyes Teach them to crumble like a tottring Wall Or Dagon cripled with a second fall Or heads on London-bridge expos'd to sight That grin and shew their teeth but cannot bite Lastly when Paul's Cathedral whose fair growth Attends on thine is finish'd when ye both Piercing the Clouds have kiss'd the Lights above That by aspiting Towers thee by Love When the whole story of thy span is told And deeds as well as Bays have made thee old When the officious Angels shall have given Thy better part its proper place in Heaven May thy bright Fame outshine the Morning-star As Prince a Prelate and a Batchelar So prayeth Most Honoured Lord the humblest and meanest of your Lordships Servants Samuel Speed ADVERTISEMENT THere is lately Published an an excellent Piece entituled The Vanity of Arts and Sciences By Henry Cornelius Agrippa Kt. Doctor of both Laws Judge of the Prerogative Court and Counsellor to Charles the Fifth Emperour of Germany To be sold by most Booksellers FINIS ‖ Helmets the Arms of Compton †Woolsey a Butcher's Son of Ipswich * The place where the old Earl was murthered ‖ The Bishop of London Clerk of the Closet †Earl of Northampt. Constable of the Tower ‖ The Bishop of Winton Doctor Morley †Drâ—…m in the scotch phrase as appears by their Letany Fro au Harlotree the Dinger of the Swash i.e. the beater of the Drum the foul Fiend and the Gallow-tree Gude Laird deliver us * Once Chaplain to M. G. Brown at Abingdon
sinners backs When 't is decreed their heads are for the axe ¶ On the Gospel THe Gospel ancient as Moses is Nay Adam it was preacht in Paradise 'T is true before the Gospel came the Law Yet from the Gospel we most vertue draw Likewise before the Day appear'd the Night Yet above Darkness we esteem the Light And before Man was made all Creatures were Yet he excells them they his servants are He that before his Lord the Sword doth bear Is not suppos'd superiour to the Mayor All things which in this world we splendid see Are not esteem'd by their priority Saâ—…th Jâ—…hn There comes one after me whose shooes I am unworthy too low to unloose The Law is most compos'd of forms of fears But in the Gospel streams of love appears The Law makes God our foe with pointing thus The Gospel cries Emanuel God with us The office of the Law is to accuse That of the Gospel is to heal a bruise The Law a killing letter 's stil'd by merit But th' holy Gospels is a quickning Spirit Besides the Gospel is the bell whereby We all are called to Eternity ¶ On the Lord's Prayer THat Pray'r of Pray'rs how meanly doth it look Of late as if Religion's frame were shook But if the Lord were just to use his powers With how much anger might he look on ours Some think that Lesson may their Spirits grieve Lord us forgive as others we forgive Others like Witches when in haste they pray They it repeat but do it backward say Many with zeal desire their dayly bread Thy Kingdom come not much concerns their head Thus temp'ral benefits we do prefer Before eternal blessings and adhere To what our present wants require but oh When Death appears and whispers we must go Then our Petitions all that we can gather From his take pattern crying Our Father Christ so began to teach us being weak So we conclude when we can hardly speak ¶ The Free Giver GReat Alexander when he youthful was A check received from Leonidas His Governour for being too profuse In wasting his perfumes in pious use For on a day being to sacrifice Unto the Gods to shew himself unnice Fill'd both his hands with Frankincense that done Gave it the fire as his devotion But afterwards when he became a man He conquered Judea over-ran That Country whence those spices took their birth Then to conclude his piety with mirth He sent Five hundred Talents weight by odds Too much to him grutch'd what he gave the Gods Thus they that sowing plentifully keep A zeal unspotted plentifully reap He that doth niggardly his Talent spare Shall sow but in the end reap but a Tare Give God the choicest branches of thy fruit For by that means God may give thee the Root ¶ The Friendly Advice THe Roman Senators as we may read Thirsted that Julius Caesar might be dead Wherefore they then conspir'd to seek his end Artemidorus who was Caesar's friend Gives him a Paper wherein lay his lot His life to save by finding out the Plot But Caesar being busie with applauds With salutations and the peoples lauds Pockets the Paper as if it had been Petition-like at leisure to be seen So onward walks not dreaming of that train And going to the Senate-house was slain The World the Flesh and Devil do beset Poor man contriving divers ways to get Him in their gin God's Ministers accord To bring a Letter namely God's own Word Wherein their plot is publickly reveal'd The wounded man hath offers to be heal'd Nay God himself in clemencie doth crie Oh house of Israel why will ye die But most men generally busie are About the worlds concerns though things of air They cannot mind their friends advice to write Is to present them with a Paper-kite Thus men run headlong to expend their breath Forgetting they before were doom'd for death ¶ On Sloath. THe idle man is like the heavie drone That wasts his time in contemplation This present hour he 's mightily perplext With studv'ng which way he shall spend the next Not like the wise man who with lesser pain Contrives to make Expences prove his Gain Winter he loves because the days are short Walks in the Summer as if A-la-mort When in the morning he bethinks to rise First stretcheth arms and legs then wipes his eyes His manners-lets the morning rise before him And when the Sun shines seeming to adore him Then he bethinks to stir but first affords A Prayer to God not making many words And sometimes none well knowing he can do With thoughts as much as words though more than few He commonly lies still his bed to keep More out of sloath than a desire to sleep Then yawns and turns himself for want of rest Anon for Dinner calls before he 's dâ—…est Which having eat he seems to be in pain At last concludes 't is best to sleep again That done he rises to his Neighbour goes And in sew words doth thus his minde disclose How do you Neighbour 't is a pleasant day What 's the best news what price are Mackrel pray The days do lengthen strangely and the Spring Bids us attend the Birds that sweetly sing Then in the end bethinks to bid adieu But first he yawns and cries What shall we do So he concludes his Speech Perhaps in fine They both agree to drink a pint of Wine When from the Church all Auditors are gone He is found sleeping in his seat alone He enters into Bond ne'er minds to pay But forfeits that 'cause he forgets the day To be a Jury-man is his disease Rather than fetch his wood he 'll chuse to freeze He 's half a Christian and half a Turk His Principle's to steal and not to work He is indeed a proper Standing-pool That needs must get corruption 'T is a rule Observable those Pâ—…ts do â—…oonest stink Whose mud assâ—…ns to overflow the brink The idâ—…e Soul shall finde his food grow scant Sloath casts a man into deep sleeps and want ¶ On Desperation CHear up my Scul thy griess in time will cease Despair is Satan's only master-piece Hearken to that the Devil soon will tell The ready road that leads the way to Hell My sin 〈◊〉 Cain is great and I am driven Justly to â—…ear 〈◊〉 never be forgiven With Murther first he did his Curse begin And furthers that by 〈◊〉 sin to sin Then to despair give neither ear nor scope Lay hold on Christ the Anchor of thy hope A PANEGYRICK To the Right Reverend And most nobly descended Prelate HENRY by divine Providence Lord Bishop of London ILlustrious Prelate whom the World must own A Father of the Church a Martyr's Son Of sacred Function and of noble Blood 'T is a dispute whether more great or good Thou second Ambrose of the Mitred Lords Northampton's Helmets joyn'd with London's Swords Will keep thy Vineyard from the Forest-boar Beyond the skill of them who went before In Rev'rend Heachman we beheld a Look