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A27257
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Poems, divine and humane by Thomas Beedome.
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Beedome, Thomas, d. 1641?; Glapthorne, Henry.
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1641
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Wing B1689; ESTC R22901
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flesh and blood and then The Sonnes of men To such familiar mercy call Their spleene and gall To properate his hast to heaven agen 4. My God comes daily downe in bread and wine A feast divine But grounds and oxen hinder some They cannot come Exclude them then sayes God they are not mine 5. My God comes downe in each repentant teare Which my sad feare Of his displeasure and my sinne exhales 'T is that which bales My soule for all the good shee 's in aâ—teare 6. Come to mee still my God or else let mee So thou assist my footsteps goâ— to thee I know the way for if to thee I come Thou art as well the voyage as the home If thou to mee my soule no passage feares â—y thunder whitle winde flesh or â—east or teares T.B. The Crosse 1. THere is no bud but has a good Art finds for basest-weedes an use Bodies distempered with grosse blood Find preseâ—vation from abuse For did not that inforce a breach who 'ld use incision sweate or leech 2. Did not my sinne divine my â—all And by my weakenesse show my want Security would never call To God nor for his merry paâ—â— For where there is no sence of evill The soule benumm'd admits the devilâ— 3. The heaviest Crosse had some â—enowne And sharpest thornes this balsome had That though they were my Saviours Crowne They did produce a good from bad The cause most vile th' effect most good That was my sinne but this his blood 4. Though bad my sinne it saved my â—al ' My weakenesse too my want did show These did awake me made me call And to my God for mercy goe Happy this Larum of my evill My soule awakt defie the devill 5. Then happy Crosse and healing Thorne Light burthen and balsamicke flower Eased by that by this untorne My new-erected soule hath power To blesse you both whose good effects Spur'd up my stupid siâ—â—es neglects And making gaine from such a losse Unto a Crowne transferre a Crosse T. B. The Resurrection IS no time certaine when or how yet mâ—st Some certaâ—ne time detâ—rmine I am dust Must these full bones and swelling veâ—â—es appeare â—aplesse and dry as when the â—alling yeare Exhausteâ— the humour from the â—erdant bough Whiâ—h did greene liveries to the leaves allow And must it be from my decay resolv'd That my whole fabricke once must be dissolv'd 'T is true my soule 't is so yet let no care Drive my anxious thought how thou shalt feate There is a â—â—ch preservative for thee Above all balsome call'd fidelity And when my Masse of congregated clay Shall in Earthâ— Vinevard labour out the day The penny shall be thine and he that can From Rockes and Stones â—aiâ—e seed to Abraham Shall raise thy dissipated dust and glew Thee in coherence with thy corpes anew Strange miracle yet Laâ—aâ—us can tell This Paradox in him found paralell I doe beleâ—ve it Lord Oh! let me be As happy to enjoy my faith as he T.B. Conscience SEe the blacke clouds of my aspiring sinne Whose noxious exhalations beginne To muffle up my hopes and swelling high Terminate no where till they touch the skye Shâ—ill clammaâ—ous Conscience dost thou think my God Like Baâ—ll his chinne upon his brest doth nod And wakenâ— not unlesse thy cry which is A thousand Larâ—ms added be to his Busie Recorder know'st thou not I finde Through the wholl series of a sinfull minde That 't is enough to sinne the buâ—â—hen's more When after-checks tell what I did before And gives ill rellish to my sicke condition To taste such Viands by a repetitionâ— Yet happy be my soule for stupid scence Might â—o relaxe the inâ—entive Conscience That from its prone â—ndeavour it might be No lesse then guilty by indulgency Oh! prosecute 〈◊〉 still quicke Conscience doe And may I my repentance doâ— so too That when my Judge doth find thy judgement past Appâ—as'd he say lost sheepe come home at last T. B. The Mercy Seate 1. PAssing along as I oâ—t passe that way I heard one from the Sanctuary say Ho! ho come in All you that sinne And I will take the burthen cleane away Hâ—â—ke soule said I oh harke the Number 's All The mercy and the cry both generall 2. With â—hâ— my soule and I two that had bin Long stale-companions in the sweetes of sinne Approacht that place Bright shine of grace And askâ— if such a mercy â—odg'd there in Oh yes sayes one before your Throne appeare Take in your hearâ— a sigh your eye a teare 3. Then to a spotlesse Altar I was broughâ— Where God to Man is Chaâ—â—acted in thought Upon which stood A crimson blood Whose every drop a thou and soules had bought And there I kneel'd for oh whâ—â— gesture is Or can be in this action too submisse 4. I â—ooke and â—asted from the field and vine Their two best Elements of bread and wine And my soule straight Had lost the waight Which did before disease its rest and mine I sound the cause was this that I â—ed My soule â—ooke in more God then I did bread 5. Loud voice large mercy boundlesse â—â—ood sweete vine Proclaime forgive wash cleanse this soule of mine That to thy glory I may story Both worke and subject of that mercy thine Thine thine my God â—istrue Oh! let me be As neare that attribute as that to thee T. B. The Present What shall I doe my God for thee Thee that hast done so much for me For when I opened first the wombe to live In this low soyle Of sweate and â—oyle Thou didst the meanes and guidance give My age is but a span or two A twist which death can soone undoe A white shot at by many an ayming dart A restlesse ball Banded by all Adversâ—ies that tosse a heart Then search within me and without Imploy thy not â—e round about Survey me well and finde in which part lyes A thing so fit That I may it Preferre to thee for sacrifice Though some present thee gold or some Rich Easterne smels Myrthe â—ynamum Or some proclaime thee in a dâ—eper straine Which dyes before 'T is twice read o're In its owne wombe and â—ombe their braine Let me bring thee my God a heart Entitled thâ—e in every paâ—t Next that a Verse like this on which mine Be longer set Than â—o â—orgeâ— That such a present thou shouldst fine Let others so with men their credites prove They show them wealth and wit I thee my love T. B. Ad punctum moâ—tis IF this houâ—e doe the businesse of my age For being borne I must resolve to dye With whâ—t delight can I supâ—ly the stage Mâ—â—h cannot â—uite well with a â—ragedy Leave me delight and let my sorrowes tell Heaven is my joy the joy of earth my Hell AEgypt's the way to Canaan what though heâ—e The Pharaoh's of the time did me oppose Yet thy deliverance shall protect me there The greatest discord have the sweetest close Let my assurance here my