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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13154	Meditations of man's mortalitie. Or, A way to true blessednesse. Written, by Mrs. Alice Sutcliffe wife of Iohn Sutcliffe Esquire, groome of his Maiesties most honourable privie chamber	Sutcliffe, Alice.	1634 (1634)	STC 23447; ESTC S117939	40,619	246

ALICE Ben. Ionson Vpon the Religious Meditations of Mrs. ALICE SVTCLIFFE TO THE READER WOuld'st thou fraile Reader thy true Nature see Behold this Glasse of thy Mortality Digest the precepts of this pious Booke Thou canst not in a nobler Mirrour looke Though sad it seeme and may loose mirth destroy That is not sad which leades to perfect ioy Thanke her faire Soule whose meditation makes Thee see thy frailtie nor disdaine to take That knowledge which a Womans skill can bring All are not Syren-notes that women sing How true that Sexe can write how grave how well Let all the Muses and the Graces tell THO MA To Mr. IOHN SVTCLIFFE Esq upon the receipt of this Booke written by his Wife SIr I receiv'd your Booke with acceptation And thus returne a due congratulation For that good Fortune which hath blest your life By making you the Spouse of such a Wife Although I neuer saw her yet I see The Fruit and by the Fruit I judge the Free My Praise addes nothing to it That which is Well done can praise it selfe and so may this To be a woman 't is enough with me To merit praise For I can never be So much their Friend as they have heretofore Deserv'd although they merited no more When therefore to their Woman-hood I finde The love of sacred Piety conioyn'd Me thinks I have my duty much forgot Vnlesse I praise although I know them not But when to Woman-hood and good Affections Those rare Abilities and those Perfections Vnited are to which our Sexe aspire Then forc'd I am to Love and to admire I am not of their mind who if they see Some Female-Studies fairely ripened be With Masculine successe doe peevishly Their worths due honour unto them deny By overstrictly censuring the same Or doubting whether from themselves it came For well I know Dame Pallas and the Muses Into that Sexe their faculties infuses As freely as to Men and they that know How to improve their Guift shall find it so Then ioy in your good Lot and praises due To Him ascribe that thus hath honor'd you Geo. Withers Vpon the Meditations of Mrs ALICE SVTCLIFFE I Have no Muse my owne but what I see Worthy of praise that is a Muse to me Divinity the highest theame will find No fitter subiect then an humble mind And as in scorne of them that are more fit By instruments lesse notable expresseth it Almes and Devotion Zeale and Charity Might for thy Sexe beseeming Scripture be But when thou speak'st of death and that iust doome Which shall on all conditions ages come And thence descending to Philosophie Teachest weake Nature how to learne to dye It seemes to me above thy Sex and State Some heavenly sparke doth thee Illuminate Live still a praise but no example to Others to hope as thou hast done to doe Live still thy sexes honour and when Death With whō thou art acquainted stoppes thy breath Fame to Posteritie shall make thee shine And adde thy Name vnto the Muses nine PET HEYVVOOD AN ENCOMIVM vpon the Authoresse and Booke GReat Ladies that to vertue are inclin'd See here the pious practice of a wife Expressed by the beauties of the Mind And now set forth in Pictures of the life Wherein matter and forme are both at strife Who shall be Master but i' th end hands shooke For that they have a Mistresse to theyr Booke Whose Language I must needs in truth admire And how such Elegance should from her spring Vntill I thinke of Zeale that Caeliquefire Which might transport her soule by Cherubs wing In Prose or Numbers piously to sing Precepts of Praise worthy your approbation For she is Rara Avis in our Nation And though her youth gives her no SYBILS name Nor doth she Prophecie as they of old Yet she 's indu'd with the most sacred flame Of Poesie Divine and doth vnfold Nought but the truth and therefore may be bold Whose holy paines and study here exprest Shall Register her name amongst the blest VRANIA is her most heavenly Muse Which flyeth vpwards where her minde is placed She sings such Songs as DEEORAH did vse When she and BARVCH had their foes abased For which with Lawrell shee may well be graced And stil'd the Paragon of these our Times In her sweet Prose and true composed Rimes But thinke not Ladies that I doe contrive Numbers to mend ought that is done amisse Or that I meane to keepe her name alive VVhen she is gone and pass'd to greater blisse For I ne're knew her when I framed this Onely I read her lines which forc't me praise The Picture of her minde with this course bayes FRA LENTON THE Contents of the ensuing Treatise I. VVHerie the vncertainty of Mans life expressed and of the fearefull end of the Wicked Fol. 1. II. Motiues and Jnducements to true Godlinesse Fol. 53. III. Of the Peace of a good Conscience and the Joyfull end of the godly fol. 57 IIII. Of the deferring of Repentance how dangerous it is and of the deceivablenesse of Worldly Pleasures fol. 74. V. Comforts for the weake Christian and to bee ware of Back-sliding fol. 101. VI. That man ought to bee wonne to follow Godlinesse in respect of the Eternall happinesse fol. 114. MEDITATIONS OF MANS Mortality I. Wherein the vncertainty of Mans life is expressed and of the fearefull end of the Wicked WHen I behold the Heavens the earth the workemanship of the Almighty and see in 〈◊〉 all Creatures both for commodity and pleasure which as a store-house preserue all things for the behoofe and benefit of Man I cannot but vse to my selfe the saying of the Prophet DAVID Psalm 8. Lord what is Man that thou shouldest thinke on him or the Sonne of man that thou shouldest be mindfull of him thou hast made him but a little lower then the Angels thou hast crowned him with honour and worship by reason of which I thinke him to be onely happy and a God vpon earth and that there is no blessednes beyond this but looking into him with more deliberation I find his breath is in his nostrils and that hee is as the Beast that perisheth Eccles 3. I find his wife to be but a span and the perpetuity of his Happinesse no better then a flower which flourisheth to day and to morrow is out downe and withereth and that his habitation is but a Pilgrimage hee hath no certaine abiding I perceiue there is no building of Tabernacles heere this is no place of rest I remember the foole that sayd to his soule Luke 12. There was much laid up for many yeares but that night his soule was taken from him and how that after Death hee must give an account of his Stewardship for they are not his but lent him of the Lord neyther to abuse through excesse nor niggerdice but to put them foorth to the best vse and to the glory of him who is the giver of all good things For it is true that