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cause_n	affection_n	love_n	love_v	1,622	5	6.3349	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05590	The gushing teares of godly sorrovv Containing the causes, conditions, and remedies of sinne, depending mainly upon contrition and confession. And they seconded, with sacred and comfortable passages, under the mourning cannopie of teares, and repentance. By William Lithgovv.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1640 (1640)	STC 15709; ESTC S108580	48,504	102

word and they posternall blanks The light here shines with them doth darknesse lye Or shall the truth in foppish relicks rest That were to Britaine an Egyptian pest But stay O stay long have I liv'd and liv'd To see their blindnesse in dejections fall I know their wayes and at their lives have griev'd They pierce our wills and we their projects thrall Is any under Sunne so well acquainted VVith them as I whose body they tormented They wish that Malaga had burnt me quick As doom'd I was so by Spaines Inquisition Whose tortures ah fast to my bones doestick And vexe mesore with pangs of requisition Great God avenge't confound them and restore Me to my health for I le debord no more Lord give me grace of all things to praise Thee Who never leaves thine owne left in distresse Thou first discoverd then deliver'd me A worke of love beyond my hopefulnesse I sought thou wrought then did enlarge my life Free from destruction last from Papall strife Now to observe my method I le returne To square construction with deploring Saints Then here 's my rule I le both rejoyce and mourne For teares bring joy when mercy crownes complaints The just man sinnes seven times a day and I Full seventy seven times may each houre descry Oh! if mine eyes like Arathusean Springs Fled Greece to Syracuse could yeeld three Fonts One to bewaile originall sinne stings The life of nature the other ah amounts To actuall trespasse the last and worst comes in To consuetude a deadly dangerous sinne Yet as the Malefactour when set free From death and pardond his heart is overjoyed Or as the Prisner set at libertie Which long before he never had enjoyed So Man when freed from sinne and Satans clawes His soule triumphs and loves religious lawes A ●hipwrackt man cast on some planke to seeke The safe set land which got how glad is he So shipbroke sinners in some stormie creek Of sinfull seas and sterne iniquitie Beene free to coast the shoare of grace and landed More greater joy than theirs nev'r soule commanded A wandring sonne long forraniz'd abroad In Parents hopes left desolate or slaine Yet when returnd and shaken off the load Of strangers rites how they rejoyce amaine So Saints so Heavens so Angels joy when changd One sinner turnes who long from God hath rangd These teares at Babell spent on Tigris banks Where Euphrates salutes that stately station Sowre-set Hebraick plaints powr'd forth by ranks Of mourning Captives banishd from their Nation And Sions face O sad Judaick songs Wailing for sinne and sterne Chaldean wrongs None of their teares were lost they pierc'd the heavens Whence kinde compassion free deliv'rance sprung God from his deoperculate Cherubins ●mbracd these feares his chosen flock had stung Then Mordecais sackcloth Queene Esthers woes Wrought Hamans death made Israel to rejoise Thus teares and pale repentance brought reliefe Though once exyld see now they 're back-reclaimd The least construction bred from godly griefe Begets like mercy mercy stands proclaimd At Heavens court gate for Christ the trumpet sounds And bids all sinners come he 'le heale their wounds VVho pleads for peace shall mercie finde with God The oyle of grace shall oyle their stinking gores All fatigating soules griev'd with the load Of sinne may come whose case remorse deplores For sanctify'd crosses all just Mens troubles Are not prest sorrows Mercy comfort doubles I never finde affliction fall on me VVithout desert for God is true and just Nor shall it come and without profit be For God is good as mercifull I trust Then welcome all afflictions sent from God He whom he loves he chastens with his rod VVho loves his childe administers correction And keeps him under awe cause of complainers Yet notwithholds kinde Natures best affection But curbes his will to rectifie his manners Much more Gods love abounds cause we are fraile And playes the Jayler then becomes our baile He lets us fall that he may raise us up And though we sinke we can not headlong drowne By gentle stripes he represents the cup VVhich Christ drunk of our patience for to crowne As Peter sunke then shrunke was twice recall'd So if we sinke or slyde we are not thralld The love of God is free his mercy gracious There 's no constraint binds God to pittie man But of free will would make our soules solacious To glorifie his goodnesse if we can But apprehend by faith what he hath done For us through Christ his onely righteous Sonne Man pondring on his momentany dayes May well conceive the brevitie of time From which extract he should contract the praise Of him who hastes to short the sense of slime And if it were not for his owne Elect He would prolong the day and speed neglect What is this age of ours much like a span Yea like the water buble shent as swelld Even as the glyding shade so fadeth Man Or like the morning grasse soone sprung soone quelld Nay like the flowre which falls then rots ere noone So melt our dayes and so our dayes are done And yet what are our dayes the longest liver As one man once I saw seven score yeares old Nay diverse six score health was such a giver Of lengthning time ere they returnd to mould And yet a dreame whose larger halfe of life Was spent in sleep the rest in toile and strife Oh! if ambitious men their ends were showne That like the froth do beat on rocks of death That shadow short from a fled substance flowne Much like a dreame so vanisheth their breath Then would their deeds forbeare to tyranize The Just might live and offer sacrifice But ah their thundring spight liket'a storme thuds And boasting men would thereby God upbraid The light they scorne and in Infernall clouds Would smother vertue with a sanguine spade Is not this Christian world with bloud o'rewhelmde Their swords with strife their heads with hatred helmde See! godlesse Tyrants tyrannizing still And scourging Saints themselves they scourge with shame Like Nimrod they gainst Heaven will have their will Though justice in sad judgements plague the same At last behold where they themselves sojourne Their threatning swords back in their bosome turne When Dionisus for tyranny had fled He kept a schoole in Calabria eight yeares At Montecilion opposite indeed To Sicilie which he at last endeares A king to turnea schoolemaster was strange But back to turne a King a rarer change In this our age what kings have beene dis-thrond Detect'd cast downe last banish'd from their bounds I could recite and where th' injust were crownd And Princes headlong hurled from their grounds Pryde fosterd spight with them the Ulcer brecks Which gored the harmelesse broke ambitious necks Would God mens choler could with patience lurke To blunt the edge of anger and to curbe With Job their passion let forbearance worke The stress'd Athenian suffring Not disturbe Times meek-fac'd calmenesse prosperous in peace With which no

excrements we know And breath stinke worse than beasts of any race Nay sweetest things that ever time made faire They loathsome grow unlesse the use be rare The soule except'd when I consider all Gods workes and Creatures Man is onely worst The rest sublunary succumbent fall Mans ●ly blest or else for ever curst All things as servile serve for mediate ends Save Man whose wage on joy or woe depends Lord what am I within this house of clay But brickle trash compos'd of slime and dust A rotten fabrick subject to decay Which harbours nought but crums of wretched lust And if a guest of one good thought entreates me I barre it out to lodge the ill that hates me Impietie and custome scale my Fort To rule my minde like to their blinde desire Will head-strong helpes corruption keeps the Port The hands and feet set eye and tongue on fire Then Eloquence breaks forth a subtile foe To trap the object working me the woe Why cause affection begets opinion Opinion rules the World in ev'ry minde Then sense submits that pleasure should be Minion To base conceit absurdly grosse and blinde Thus fond opinion self loves halting daughter Betrayes my scope commits me to sinnes slaughter Then judgement falls and fails and reason flees To shelter Wisedome in some solid breast They leave me both left loaden with disease Whilst frailty fastens sorrow on my creest Delite contracts despite despyte disdaine Thus threefold chaind their furies forge my paine My best companion is my deadly foe Sin is my Consort and would seeme my friend Yea walks with me where e're my footsteps goe And will not leave me till my journeys end The more I flee the faster it cleaves to me And makes corruption labour to undoe me There six degrees of sinne in man I finde Conception first and then consent doth follow The thirds desire that turns his judgement blinde The fourth is practise ragged rent and hollow The fift is flinty keeps fast obduration And last the sixt lulls him in reprobration Mans owne corruption is the seed of sinne And custome is the pudle of corruption Swift head-strong habit traitour-like creeps in And blows sinnes bellowes to make more inruption Nay the worlds example sinnes strong secourse Makes both the object and the subject worse How many foes hath man within without him Within lurks concupiscence vertues foe Without the world which waits and hangs about him Both ghostly and humane to worke his woe Last comes the conscience judge-set to accuse him And verdict given then terrour would confuse him Thus man is ev'ry way tost to and fro Like Tunneise balls when banded still rebound All things have action Nature rules it so The secret sprite of life these motions bound Their being honours God who gave them being But Man fals back from him gave reason seeing And yet to quench these fires remorse creeps in And brings contrition with confession crying Faith flees before pleads pardon for our sin Then ragged rottennesse fals down a dying For repentance and remission of sinnes Are two inseparable sister twinnes Most have no tears for sinne but tears of strife To plead malicious pleyes and waste their meanes On Lawyers tongues that love their envious life And what like partie loose the Cormant gleanes Their cause and charges lost O spightfull pride They spend at last the stock they had beside Like to the Mouse and frogge which did contend Which of them should enjoy the marish ground The Kyte as Judge discuss'd this cause in end And took them both from what they could not bound So Proctors seaze on Clyants lands and walls And raise themselves in their contentious falls They 're like to Aesops dogge who had a bone When through a flood he swim'd fast in his head Where spying his shade he lets it fall anone To catch the other lost them both indeed So spitefull men and greedy well it s knowne In seeking others state they loose their owne Thrice blest is he who knowes and flyes like men Since greed begets oppression or debate And though Deceivers play Politicks then To make their wrongs a right to raise their state Yet forth it comes no subtiltie can close it For time and truth will certainly disclose it They thinke to hide their faults by craft and plots To blynde Gods eyes as they inveigle man O strange what villany their soule besots That dare 'gainst truth the traitour play and than Deceive themselves by a deceitfull way Which tends to death and make them Satans prey Then there is nought but once will come to light No sinne so close but God will it discover No policie can blinde Almighties sight Nor fault so hid that he will once passe over Unlesse repentance draw his mercy downe Thy darkest deeds shall be disclos'd eftsoone Behold Jonah from Joppa when he fled And would not stay to do the Lords direction Clos'd in a ship and hid yea nothing dread Yet found he was and swallowed for correction And Paul for Damas bound to persecute His Saints was stroke yet sav'd his drifts refute Looke to Cains murder how it was clear'd And Davids blood-shed with adultrie mixt Remarke the bush whence Adams voice appear'd And Israels thoughts when they their Maker vext Then he who made thine eyes and gave them sight Can he not see who gave thy seeing light It 's not with God as men Gods ev'ry where In Heaven and earth Gods presence filleth all In Hell below his Justice ruleth there All things must to his omniscience fall Man knows but as he sees and in a part But God doth search the reynes and try the heart How swinishly alas have I then liv'd Nay who can say that I have liv'd at all Whilst buried else in sleep in sloth or griev'd With fals-forgd cares conglutinating thrall To tempt my loving and most patient God I have contemn'd his mercy mock'd his rod There 's nought so smooth and plaine as calme-set seas And nought more rough when rag'd by stormy winde The lead is cold as yce or Winter freize But when been firde its scolding hote we finde Theirne is blunt till toold and edge be put And then most sharpe to stobbe to shave or cut So patient God is loath and slow to wrath His patience is as great as great his love Long suffring he deferres to threaten death Till our grosse sinnes his just drawn-judgements move And then his anger stirr'd it burnes like fire Consuming man and sinners in his ire Next pause I on the momentany sight Of mans short life that like a shadow flees Much like the swiftnesse of a Faulcones flight Or like a bird glydes by our glancing eyes Then marvell I how man can harbour pride Or wherein should his vanitie confyde To day he 's stout to morrow laid in grave His lookes alive are plumd like variant feathers Been throwne in dust he turnes to earth a slave And as he breaths

his reward nor go alone The Sprite of grace shall second him and love Shall fill his soule his faith shall mount above Then forward go so runne you may obtaine Great is the prise hold out the journeys end Keep course and runne thou'le get a glorious gaine He who endures shall onely there ascend Rise eare when young and runne betimes then do it Who gets the start and holds shall first come to it The journeys long the path is strait and thornes Ly in the way to prick thee on both sides Sinne like a Traitour hourely thee subbornes To misse the marke and blinde thee with crosse guides Yet constant runne runne on and be not sory So runne thou mayst obtaine a crowne of glory We see for a light prise a man will runne His utmost speed and often loose his paines That Caledonian hunter never wonne By strife of foote a hare was all his gaines But he who runs this course shall earne a treasure The butte of Heaven must be his marke and measure Then blest is he keeps dyet for this race And fits his soule to take coelestiall physick Faith is the compound and the potion grace Christ the Physician mercy our soules musick Then pardon seeks our suite last love crownes all And raignes with glory rivalls in one saule For this prepare thy selfe since our short dayes Are but a blast and yet our longest time Is scarce a thought Looke what experience sayes That space 'twixt wombe and Tombe O falling slyme Is but a point then see and not suspend A happy life must have an happy end Our day of death excells our day of birth And better wer 't with mourning folks to live Than like to fooles that in the house of mirth Would passe their time and would that time survive Relenting cryes all times more needfull growes Than laughing feasts blest are all godly woes How vaine are frolick youths to spend their prime In wantonnesse and slouth lust galling joyes They quite forget the substance of base slime Till rotten age ramverse their masked toyes And then diseases hang about their bones To plague their flesh with sores their hearts with groanes The concupiscence of youths sqink-laid eye Which lust begets and inflamation brangles ●s but the bait invelops luxurie To follow practice custome still entangles The eye supports the thought the thought desire And then corruption sets delight on fire Yet youth remember in thy dayes of youth Thy sole Creator remember thou must die ●est that these dayes may come when helplesse ruth ●hall say No pleasure in them thou canst see Remember in thy youth O youth remember Thy Christ and Maker thou maist be his member ●hall youth take pleasure in vaine wantonnesse And with his fleshly lusts go serve the Divell Then when growne old in midst of rottennesse Would turne to God and shunne his former evill This can not be when thou canst sinne no more Thou wouldst serve God whom thou didst hate before ●are thou example take of the good thief Nay Christ was once for all but sacrifiz'd This can not ground thy faith nor lend relief That one Thiefs mercy thine is paterniz'd Can thou repent at will choose time and place Nay that falls short its God who gives the grace ●s any sure when death shall call him hence Nothing more certaine more uncertaine too Time place and how concernes Gods providence Then arme thy selfe take heed what thou shouldst do Bridle thy youth amend thy life repent Such fruit is pleasant from thy spring-tyde sent The morne is cooler than the sun-scorch'd day The tender juice more sweeter then old sap The flowry grasse more fresh than withred hay The floorish fairer than the Tronke we trap So dayes of youth more sav'rie are to God Than crooked age all crooked wayes have trode Would thou live well and live to live for aye Beginne at God obey his word and law Love feare and serve him make him all thy stay Honour thy Parents of the Judge stand awe And neighbour love conserve But ah this age Can show none such but rot with lust and rage The fin-flowne Dolphin after flying fish Nev'r swim'd so swift as youth hunt after lust They dip presumption in a poysond dish And fearlesse tumble in a fearfull gust They wrestle not to wrest but strives with strife To humour pleasures in their head-strong life It s incident to youth to mock old age And usuall too for age to jeere at youth The one he dotes the other playes the page A fondling foxd with wantonnesse and slouth Yet age is best because experience schooles him And youth is worst 'cause vice and pleasure fooles him Then 'twixt them both the golden meane is best Neither too young nor doting dayes are good Yet happy both if faithfully they rest With confidence fixt on their Saviours bloud For it can purge the old of what is past And cleanse the young post after sinne so fast Both Timothie and Titus othersmoe Of rarest worth though young their youth-head chaind In cords of temperance made vertue grow In fortitude by which they glory gaind Nay Alexander in the prime of youth Was wondrous chast till strangers taught him slouth The Persian manners spoild him But behold What good Aurelius said the Romane King If I were sure that lust were not controld Nor punishd by the gods above which ring Yet for the fact it selfe I will disprove it Cause why its filthy base and who can love it Would God! that younglings and the fry of nature Could so resolve and play the Pagans part Yea old and young and ev'ry humane Creature In this were blest to take these words to heart Then modestie should live Religion flourish And good example one another nourish A noble youth been askd whether he went Reply'd he to the house of teares did go To mourne with Mourners that he might lament And learne to weep when he did older groe If hethnicks can show Christians such instruction Our blind-set eyes had need of their conduction Who sowe in teares shall surely reape in joy For godly griefe shall blessednesse inherit They who thus mourne and thus their soules imploy Are firmely shelterd under Jesus merit Who shall transchange their griefe in glorious gladnesse True happinesse expells all sorrowing sadnesse Blest were these teares were spent neare Cajaphs house By Peter griev'd for imbecillitie Brought downe so low he was nought could arrouze His hope for pardon of infirmitie Yard-closde alone he weept and wofull hee With dolefull cryes thus spoke on flexed knee Have I would he have said deny'd my Lord With triple oathes before the Cocke crew twice Which he foretold ah feare my faith had smord His looks accusd me I had done it thrice Was it not I who vowd with him to die And now forsworne I from my Master flee Was I not Cephas lately thought a Rock And now the tongue of a base serving maide Hath made me shrinke and