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A84367
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Eliza's babes or, the virgins-offering. Being divine poems, and meditations. Written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God, and not her own.
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1652
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Wing E535C; Thomason E1289_1; ESTC R9323
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child I will bee I 'le kiss the Rod and honour thee And if thou' rt vertuous as 't is sed Thou 'lt have the glory when thou' rt dead Sith Kings and Princes scourged be Whip thou the Lawyer from his fee That is so great when nought they doe And we are put off from our due But they for their excuse do say 'T is from the Law is our delay By Tyrants heads those laws were made As by the learned it is said If then from Tyrants you 'l us free Free us from their Laws Tyranny If not wee 'l say the head is pale But still the sting lives in the tail To a Lady that bragg'd of her Children IF thou hast cause to joy in thine I have cause too to joy of mine Thine did proceed from sinfull race Mine from the heavenly dew of grace Thine at their birth did pain thee bring When mine are borne I set and sing Thine doth delight in nought but sin My Babes work is to praise heav'ns King Thine bring both sorrow pain and fear Mine banish from me dreadfull care The Conquest GOd made on earth a paradice at first For man but he by sin betrayd his trust But heavens great Prince who came to conquer sin For me won Heaven and Paradise againe Questions and Answers Qu. LOrd why have I so much from thee An. Th' art child to me Qu. But why on earth have I such store An. In Heav'n is more Qu. Lord I have more then I doe need An. The poor then feed Then sith l'me thine I 'le be divine And what I 've more I 'le give the poor To a Friend for her Naked Breasts MAdam I praise you ' cause you 'r free And you doe not conceal from me What hidden in your heart doth lye If I can it through your breasts spy Some Ladies will not show their breasts For feare men think they are undrest Or by 't their hearts they should discover They do 't to tempt some wanton Lover They are afraid tempters to be Because a Curse impos'd they see Upon the tempter that was first By an all-seeing God that 's just But though I praise you have a care Of that al-seeing eye and feare Lest he through your bare brests see sin And punish you for what 's within Safety MY gracious God be not my foe It matters not if man be so And let my wayes great God please thee Then from all foes I shall be free What Kingdome to be wisht WHose Kingdome can I wish but thine Who mak'st hell Heaven and me divine What Kingdome ought I wish to be But where all thine shall reign with thee All thoughts of Kingdoms I will banish But of thy Kingdome will not vanish No Kingdome must I wish But Heav'ns great Prince of glory Which if I be divine Will be mine onely story Earthly blessings doe me surround With heavenly blessings I am crown'd On earth I live free from all care Because heavens King I love and feare Comfort in Temptations and Afflictions COme Christians that so mazed bee At earths events O come and see What cause there is for your dismay When God takes care for you each day Th' Apostle bids us then to joy When as temptations us annoy And heavens great Prince sed unto you Before he bid the earth adieu Let not your hearts here troubled be For if you do beleeve on me In heav'n a Palace there is for you Fear not in me it is your due I' st prison that doth you afright In dungeon deep hee 'l be your light I' st war whose fear you do pretend The Lord of Host can you defend I' st sicknes that doth cause your dread He easie can make your sick bed Unless by these he will you take Into his glory and there make You to behold those Visions fair Will ravish you from all your care Then sith heav'ns King can safe you keep There is no cause for you to weep You shall not enter to his rest If you be doubting him molest On going to the Sacrament I To the world Lord will let know That I desire thy death to show By going to some publick place And take the pledges of thy grace And when I take the bread then I Will say my Lord did for me dye And thus I le doe great God for thee For thou hast done much more for mee And when I drinke the wine I le tell Thy blood redeem'd my soul from hell And then I le offer up to thee What thou sweet Prince requirest of me None but the Sacrifice of praise Dost thou require now adayes And that I should remember thee When as these things are done by mee My Prayer in my Youth MY Lord whose mercies to me are unspeakable who in thy works art great and powerfull wholly bend mine affection on that which is certain and not subject to varibility to that which to that which no sinister mishap can alter Oh let not my Soul which thou hast made to be fed with heavenly Manna which still will last here seek to be satisfied with vain delights which soon will vanish Banish from me the Thoughts of vaine delights and make me know that they must end And for those infinite blessings which thou hast deigned to bestow upon me make me for ever to admire thee and from my heart send up the sweet incense of thanks and praise for thy heavenly benefits bestowed on me thine unworthy servant The Temptation MY Soul Woulst thou finde favour with the Lord be not then afraid to goe to him Let not the feare of thy former past sins nor of thy continuall weakness be an occasion to hinder thee of thy happiness but let the assurance of the pardon of thy sins and the certainty of the promise to strengthen thy weakness animate thee to goe confidently to the throne of grace There do not imagine that thou seest thy sins stand as a thick cloud to keep thy prayers from ascending to the presence of thy God nor think that through that dark cloud thou seem'st unseemly in the eyes of thy loving father be not thou ignorant that the bright beames of his gracious favour hath dispersed those clouds of thy sins never to be gathered again together before his pure eyes Know thou that he will not let such fearfull sights and sad appearances to stand in his presence to afright his dear chosen children No my Soul such sights are not there he that cals thee hath removed from thee all those things which should hinder thy passage to him or disturbe thy quiet appearance before him He cals thee and bids thee be confident in his presence He assured thee by his word that thou shalt finde his spirit strengthning thy weakness and inabling thee to performe that which thou thoughtest impossible for thee to overcome My Soul he hath brought thee from thy straying errours he hath inabled thee to overcome the manifold temptations of thy suttle enemy when he would have
sees the wanton glances of your eye Think with your selfe and then you will refraine You both your self and your great Lord defame I wonder how you can this vain world love As if you did forget your heaven above And in your ill unlawfull actions live Your God doth freely all things to you give Prove you but constant to his love and true All things are lawfull to be us'd by you The Curse IF thou detainst my right from me I never will wish worse to thee Thou ill enough hast in thy selfe My right to thee will prove an Elf. My Angels will be good to mee But Devils they will prove to thee A Metamorphis strange I see Angels with me Devils with thee Thus while I wish no ill to thee With what I have God will blesse me And will with what thou dost detain Put thee to a most hellish paine This on my Tombe shall written bee When I in Glory am with thee VAin mortals you thinke I am dead You are deceiv'd for I am fled Unto that Kingdome I did chuse when as the earth I did refuse And I in glory now am plac'st And with a Crowne in Heaven am grac'st My soul in fair bright Robes doth shine My Lord methins they 'r like to thine Which in the Mountain did appear Glorious shining bright and clear On marriage LOrd if thou hast ordain'd for me That I on earth must married be As often I have been foretold Be not thy will by me contrould And if my heart thou dost incline Children to have Lord make them thine Or never let 't be said they 'r mine I shall not like what 's not divine I no ambition have for earth My thoughts are of a higher birth The Souls sweet Babes do bring no pain And they immortalize the name The Gift MY Lord hast thou given me away Did I on earth for a gift stay Hath he by prayer of thee gain'd me Who was so strictly knit to thee To thee I onely gave my heart Wouldst thou my Lord from that gist part I know thou wouldst deliver me To none but one belov'd by thee But Lord my heart thou dost not give Though here on earth while I doe live My body here he may retain My heart in heaven with thee must reigne Then as thy gift let him thinke me Sith I a donage am from thee And let him know thou hast my heart He onely hath my earthly part It was my glory I was free And subject here to none but thee And still that glory I shall hold If thou my Spirit dost infold It is my blisse I here serve thee T is my great joy thou lovest mee The choice of my Friend PRay tell the world I did chuse thee Cause thou aspir'st to heaven with mee I did not chuse for earthly state But'cause thou seem'st base earth to hate It was not earth my love did merit 'T was a high and heavenly spirit Thus with heaven I did decree That such a one my friend should be And while our spirits doe aspire To heaven I have my hearts desire And still methinks I am yet free We living both great God in thee The change Great God! HOw hast thou chang'd my thoughts in me For when I thought to be a wife I then did think troubled to be Because I saw most live in strife But thou a husband hast given me Whose sweet discretion doth direct And orders all things so for me As if of heaven he were elect To take all trouble quite from me That earths possession here doth bring And so doth leave me quite to thee Thy praises here to sit and sing Promise Performed MY Lord thou hast perform'd most free What in thy word thou promis'd me That if thy Kingdome first sought wee All things on earth should added bee Thou hast giv'n me earth water aire And heavenly fire which is more rare That heavenly flame thou hast sent me To offer up the earth to thee And if thou pleasest them to take I willingly shall them forsake I 'le not be loth to give to thee What of thy bounty thou gav'st me Plenty thou hast great God in store And if thou please canst give me more If earth thou tak'st and heaven giv'st me A gainer yet I much shall bee Not a Husband though never so excelling in goodness to us must detaine our desires from Heaven MY heart I finde upon her wings Ready to flee from earthly things But that the vertue lives in thee On earth a while retaineth me Not that of life I weary am For what on earth here wish I can From heavens great Prince receive I doe I must most freely tell to you Great blessings from him I injoy And with him I have no annoy Yet these must not retaine my heart Another of me claims his part To heavens great prince I must away No love on earth here must me stay He lent me but awhile to you And now I must bid you adieu My Descent IF any one thinke meane of me 'T is cause they doe not my birth see I did descend from a great King And an Immortall God did spring I 'me daughter to the King of Kings And must contemn base earthly things To heaven's great Prince he married me And now my linage you may see And while I mean am in your eye I often to my glory flye And with my great Prince do abide Where placed by his blessed side With heavenly blisse methinks I 'me crown'd His glorious beams do me surround Where I set and hear the story Of my Prince and see his glory To my Husband WHen from the world I shall be tane And from earths necessary paine Then let no blacks be worne for me Not in a Ring my dear by thee But this bright Diamond let it be Worn in rememberance of me And when it sparkles in your eye Think 't is my shadow passeth by For why more bright you shall me fee Then that or any Gem can bee Dress not the house with sable weed As if there were some dismall deed Acted to be when I am gone There is no cause for me to mourn And let no badge of Herald be The signe of my Antiquity It was my glory I did spring From heavens eternall powerfull King To his bright Palace heir am I. It is his promise hee 'l not lye By my dear Brother pray lay me It was a promise made by thee And now I must bid thee adieu For I 'me a parting now from you My Bill of thanks to Mr. C. THough my words rare thou dost not finde Might not God be prais'd by my minde The heart not phrase God doth esteem To him my heart in them are seen Let men like God my words not minde In them a thankfull heart they finde To praise him is my souls intent For his great blessings he hath sent You said at the end of my dayes God would them bring out to my praise My own praise I regard it