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

exceed Blessed be God thou hast no lack of bread Doves dung is little worth an Asses head Is not worth fourscore peeces thou art not Constrain'd to eate thy yong this was the lot Of some of whom we reade (m) 2 King 6 25. who maybe were As good as thou art and to God as deare Indeed to be * Peremtoria res estin gratitudo Bernad Ventus u●ens exiccans August ungratefull and repine May bring a famine upon thee and thine What man that is not voide of humane wit Will not confesse it to be meet and fit The * Matt 20. Master of the house and feast should be The chiefe disposer of his familie God is the great (n) Rom. 11.14.35 housholder we are all But as it were the ushers of his hall Beggars out of his service slaves to hell Bondmen to Sathan therefore may we well Give him free leave to doe what he thinks best And count our selves both happy and well blest If we have any part of what he carves He that hath (o) Gen 32 10. In pa● su● om●ibus istis benisiciis tuis least hath more then he deserves What though in wealth thou dost not much abound Nor hast a penny to anothers pound Dost thou not know they are (p) Nam eum pos 〈◊〉 it plutima 〈◊〉 p a●t vela T●●●lus 〈◊〉 plenitu d nc●●mini 〈◊〉 si●● Pessim●s non an e s t●a●ur co●●o●i is au●o q●am corpus aura Bernard H●b 2.5 Ecci 5 10. tormented more With scorching thirst and hunger then the poore They gape for more like to the grave or hell For in the midst of wealth they wa●t as well That which they have as that they never had Which makes them discontented poore and sad With (q) D vit ae a●que●●ctus co●●●es 〈◊〉 t. Omnem ●or● do ●omnolent ●●cu●it ●on ta●●a est in m●l●is a●t magnis felic●asq an in parvis paucis securitas feares and cares their minds are so opprest That they must * watch whilst (r) Cantabit vac●●s ●otam la 〈◊〉 v●ato P●ra●ae navig●● va●us non n●sidiantur mercibus onusta vi omni invidunt Chrysost poore men take their rest Their thoughts are ever troubled in this way How others may deceive them or how they May other men delude they live in feare Of theeves and robbers if perhaps they heare A doore but clatter with the wind their hearts Tremble and quake as struck with deadly darts Or else as if an ague had possest Their trembling bones they know not where to rest But by and by their cold fit 's gon and past And then they will begin to sweat as fast They thirst and thirst but for what do you think For bags of gold not for a cup of drinke They lie and thinke and thinking makes them sweat But would you know the cause of this their heate Doubtlesse their heart-distempering love of gold Makes them so out of temper hot and cold But would you thinke a miser should sweet so As to have need to shift from top to toe You may beleeve it for I have been told Their sheets have beene as yellow as their gold But more of this I will not speake a tittle It s good to heare and see and to say little Yet I confesse I cannot speake too much Because the vanity of men is such That for to purchase drosse muck mire and clay Which will condemne their soules another day They fondly will true joy and freedome sell And slaves become unto the pit of hell I wish with all my heart that such a miser Would leave his a folly and in time grow wiser That for the getting of a little pelfe He would not to the Divell give himselfe What though amongst great men thou art not known The b world we know respects and loves her owne I tell thee thou art happy in such wants For oftentimes they prove but Sycophants Make but inquirie of such as have tried them And they will say they are not semper idem Honour besides a c burthen is and who Knowes whether it be for his good or no For oftentimes it makes men prone to d lust Wanton forgetfull idle and unjust Inconstant cruell proud beyond all reason Apt against King and kingdome to plod treason On proose hereof I need no longer stand It is well knowne to most part of our land Beware then great ones by anothers e fall Unto remembrance your owne vices call Maugre the thirst of honour and renowne God from their seates the mighty will cast downe Show mercy follow peace doe poore men right Worship the Lord walke humbly in his sight For when man thinks to eternize his name He is most likely for to fall with shame Strive to be good not great the wise man knowes Honour in titles cannot long a repose This if you be not wise will in conclusion Bring soule and body both to sad confusion And for the arrogant how ere some deeme them As haire-brain'd fooles the wiser sort esteeme them What though thou hast not had such education As might beseeme thy kindred stock and nation T is not thy fault thy blemish blot or shame No no thy parents were too much to blame Who for to gather muck tooke so much care That they a penny scarce this way could spare Grieve not at this then for it is in vaine But rather b seeke true honour to obtaine In forme thy selfe well in Gods sacred word Which doth to man such waies and rules afford For course of life that if he marke the same Psal 21.5 6 7. Psal 112 6. He may obtaine an everlasting name What though thou art in prison when as some In sinfull pleasures swim their paine 's to come Didst thou those soule-tormenting paines but know That they eternally must undergoe Thou wouldst not judge so hardly of thy state Nor count thy selfe so much unfortunate Dispaire not in distresse thou dost not know What God intends wealth oft brings endlesse woe But let thy present state be alway such As not to be or'e joy'd or griev'd too much For let a man observe but in this kind His course of life and he shall sometimes find That looke what he hath most delighted in His greatest cause of griefe hath oft times beene And what he thought a crosse and to annoy Hath often been the ground of his best joy I must confesse although unto my shame That I have been herein to oft to blame I have been apt at each thing to repine That did but crosse this stubborne will of mine I sought preferment once and thought my selfe As fit as some that had more store of pelse I little thought preferment had been sold As I have found of late it is for gold I thought men had respected been for parts And honour had according to desarts But I have been deceiv'd the more 's the pity For it were better for each towne and city If it were

of heart thy crops grow lesse and lesse But stinking weeds encrease and flourish so That shortly they thy crop will overgrow Unlesse for honour of thy name with speed Thou wilt vouchsafe O Lord the same to weed O deale not with us after our deserts Nor after the uprightnesse of our hearts What would become of sinfull mortall man If thou his sinfull life shouldst strictly scan If thou shouldst marke what we have done amisse Who could expect to reape eternall blisse Psal 78.13 14. Thou that in Zoan by thy mighty hand Couldst so divide the seas that on drie land Our forefathers might passe canst also heale The breaches of our Church and Common-weale Our land 's divided and divided so That we amongst our selves can hardly know Whom we may safely trust which makes all those Which doe thee and thy word of truth oppose As chiefly Papists to rejoyce and say Ha ha so so there goes the game away Thou mightst in justice Lord we doe confesse Us of our lives and livings dispossesse Thou mightst deprive us of the meanes of grace And from beholding of thy blessed face And give us up into such Heathens hands For ever to remaine in cruell bands Of slavery and thraldome because we Have broke our covenant so oft with thee Yet Lord now in our need some pity take Ev'n for thy mercy truth and promise sake Thou hast we know been mercifull indeed To Israel yea thou hast Iacobs seed Restor'd from thraldome yea O God we finde In holy Writ thou blott'st out of thy minde All their misdeeds and heinous wickednesse Whereby they did thy holy Laws transgresse Thou didst asswage thy wrath and mitigate Thine anger towards them yea in a state Of happinesse didst seat them so that they Might be a people unto thee for aye O let thy people in this sinfull land Such mercies finde O Lord now at thy hand Turne us O God o● saving health from all Our evill waies which unto heaven call For vengeance on us let thine anger cease And from all hellish thraldome so release Our bodies and our soules that still we may With freedome magnifie thee day by day Vengeance O Lord doth properly belong Unto thy Majesty revenge the wrong That hath been and now is done unto thee By such as hate thy truth in sanctity O judge of all the world thy selfe exalt Against all such as would thy truth assault Let not the wicked and the worldly wise Over thy faithfull people tyrannize Let not false-hearted Papists who conspire The ruine of thy Church have their desire Let Superstition and Idolatry Like to a rotten hedge for ever be Trod underfoot let merit-mongers all Be like a rotten house and tottering wall Give not the soule Lord of thy Turtle Dove Unto the Beast remember in thy love And tender mercies such as are opprest By wicked men or any way distrest Thy faithfull covenant consider well For they are cruell that on earth now dwell The shepheard seeks to fleece his flock the lambe Growes ravenous and woolvish to her dam The bird the nest where she was hatcht bewraies Iudas his Master cunningly betraies Behold but how the wicked thee defame And how the foolish folke blaspheme thy name Arise arise and thine owne cause maintaine For thou hast said the helpe of man is vain Why dost thou sit as one that 's fast asleepe Why is thy wrath so hot against thy sheepe Thinke on thy congregations and behold Those places which thou hast possest of old But above all the rest remember well Mount Sion wherein thou was wont to dwell Let not the foolish laugh thy Saints to scorne Nor let the wicked man lift up his horne In sunder break their hornes but raise on high The horns of such as serve thee faithfully Confound them in their wicked plots with shame That daily labour to obscure thy name Cast downe those mighty mountaines which oppose Thee in thy waies but let O Lord all those That wish well unto Sion firmely stand As Cedar trees in this our realme and land O let thy Gospell flourish in despite Of such as most abhorre thy sacred light And for this end we humbly thee desire The hearts of all our rulers to inspire With so much wisedome and soule-saving grace That they may daily labour to deface All superstitious worship and advance Thy blessed word and sacred ordinance Thy jugdement Lord upon the King bestow Thy righteousnesse upon the Prince that so He may his loyall subjects rule aright And eke defend the poore against the might Of such as would them wrong without a cause Yea many times against his and thy lawes Let those high mountaines under him encrease In this his realme true zeale and godly peace And let the little hills their minds apply To punish vice and manage equitie Lord let thy Priests be clothed with thy truth And righteousnesse as Naomi and Ruth Make them to live in love that there may be In life and doctine a sweet harmonie Let Moses now and Aron Lord appeale Unto thy throne let Phineas with zeale True judgement execute without delay That they in time thine irefull hand may stay That so our God thou maist continew still And we a people ready to fulfill Thy holy lawes and all our sinfull daies Shew forth thy noble acts and worthie praise Thy whole and holy Church O Lord preserve In unity and peace let not them swerve Or be misled with errors that desire To worship thee with hearts and minds intire Those that are simple ignorant and blind And earnestly desire the way to find That leads to life eternall by thy grace Illuminate O Lord that they thy face And blessed countenance may clearely see And with this fight so much delighted be That they may dally labour to obtaine More knowledge of thy word and thereby gaine Assurance of thy goodnesse to the just And faithfulnesse to those that put their trust In thy sure promises those that are weake And yet through godly zeale desire to speake In behalfe of thy truth yea if need be To seale the truth thereof and sanctity Ev'n with their bloud enable with thy hand In midst of flames of fire upright to stand O strengthen them by thy al-working might Couragiously to fight the Lambs great fight Those that are borne of thine immortall seed And as new borne babes much desire to feed Upon the sincere milke of thy pure word Full streaming brests O Lord to them afford Lastly give peace in these unquiet daies Wherein pride guile and malice so much swayes For now O Lord great dangers are at hand As by thy frownes we clearly understand Thy ever-over and all ruling hand Hath brought astonishment upon our land Thou hast declared heavy things to thine And caused some of us to drinke the wine Of giddinesse so that we scarce can tell When we doe evill or when we do well O give a banner unto such as fear And worship thee with hearts and minds