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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63574	Grapes from Canaan, or, The believers present taste of future glory expressed in a short divine poem, the issue of spare hours, and published at the request, and for the entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments.	Taylor, Francis, 1590-1656.	1658 (1658)	Wing T280; ESTC R20740	35,830	120

to be had In any other if they be not clad VVith his unspotted robes of righteousness They can't be sav'd in any other dress There 's no name under heaven that can ease us Of sins enthralment but the name of Jesus Saints by his merits only do attain Eternal life which is the greatest gain Good works to heavens kingdom are the way The cause of reigning that we dare not say Christ is the Door and there 's no entring in But by his bloud which clonseth from all sin He is the curtain the refreshing screen Us and Gods scorching ire that stands between The deluge of his wrath no man can shun Unless with speed into this ark he run They lose themselves for ever who assay To go to heaven any other way The Fourth Mark THeir souls oft soar above the spangled sky And unto Heaven in contemplation fly Mount Tabor they do frequently ascend To eye the glory that may there be kenn'd They heaven alwayes have within their eye VVhich makes them earthly trifles to defie Their hearts are only fix'd on things above These are the chiefest objects of their love The blessed God their thoughts still dwel upon An eartely saint's a contradiction Though they to so journ here below are driven Yet is their conversation still in heaven There is their treasure there their chief estate From which no wile their hearts can separate How to be great on earth is not their plot They use the world as though they us'd it not The pleasures of this life they little heed Their thoughts upon the fairest objects feed They 'r alwayes pressing forward tow'rds the mark And long to taste the Manna in heav'ns ark The Fifth Practical Conclusion O Long to be installed in the throne Of endless glory let thy spirit groan After a full and plenary possession Of blessedness transcending all expression Pant after that unparallell'd estate One mite whereof surpasseth all conceit Be like the Bird of Paradise which they say Being intangled in the snare straightway Begins to strive and never giveth o're Till she enjoy her freedom as before Sing Simeons swan-like song at his decease Lord let thy servant now depart in peace Welcome the messenger of death which brings Most joyful tydings from the King of Kings Which tells the saints of an approaching crown Of matchless glory honour and renown Death is the chariot which without delay Saints to their Fathers house soon bears away Death lodgeth souls i' th' twinckling of an eye In the sweet bosome of felicity Death is to humble penitents no less Then a short entrance into happiness Their nasty loathsome rags death frees them from And gives them change of raiment in their room Death is the saints ascension day to bliss Their marriage day with Jesus Christ it is Death is the Charter of their liberty The period of their pain and misery Death gives them an immunity from sin And frees them from the fears they once were in Death is the bane of woe the grave of vice The portal opening into Paradise Where grace that in the bud was here below Into the flow'r of glory straight shal blow Where saints immortal souls made more divine Shal with the Di'monds of perfection shine Where they to their unspeakable delight Of God himself shal have a perfect sight VVhere in their wills there shal a likeness be To God in holiness and purity VVhere having shot the gulph of Death they shal VVear on their heads a crown imperial VVhere the rich caskets of their souls shal be O'relaid with glories best embroiderie VVhere in the river they of pleasures shal Be bath'd whose sweetness is perpetual VVhere no contaminating tincture e're Shall their unspotted purity besmear VVhere God himself unto the saints shall be A spring of life to perpetuitie Where they shal in the fragrant bosome li● Of their beloved to eternitie Where saints by vertue of their Saviours merit Shal alwayes have fresh in-comes of the spirit VVhere the enammel of their glory shal Never wear off nor soiled be at all VVhere they shal have a rich redundancy Of peace joy comfort and serenity Where they their safety shal behold from all Insulting foes and their eternal thrall VVhere they a glorious kingdom shal receive Of which no power on earth can them bereave VVhere they shal be partakers of that joy VVhich will them satisfie but never cloy VVhere Baca into Beracha shal be Converted mourning into melody VVhere brinish tears shal never dim their eyes Nor shal their ears be frighted more with cryes Where sorrows ne're shal damp their hearrs again Nor shal their senses be disturb'd with pain VVhere they no more shal persecuted be By Satans imps for their integrity VVhere saints with sparkling Gems of glory shal Be deck'd and not be envi'd for 't at all VVhere length of years without the least decay Of strength they shal enjoy yea where for ay They shal be blessed with the love of many And need not fear the jealoufie of any VVhere for their labour a Quietus est Each saint shal have and ever be at rest Where life and immortality they shall Have for their death in Christ and Christ for all The Conclusion of the whole THe Glory that within the curtain lies Can't measur'd be by our capacities There 's more within the vaile than by the best And most sublimed saint can be exprest Grace may believe 't but Reason cannot sound The bottom of 't though never so profound In fathoming this rich inheritance What 's all acuteness but meer ignorance He cannot reach this glory that 's indu'de VVith knowledge in the largest latitude If Natures secretary did not know The cause why Euripus did ebbe and flow O how then would his Reason puzz'led be To sound the Ocean of Eternity VVhat the inspired Pen-man doth relate Of natural men and unregenerate Respectively to spir'tuals that they are Not able them to comprehend or bear The same more truly may asserted be In reference unto Eternity 'T is with the prospect of eternity As to the Ocean it is with the eye It may its surface not its bottom see And so some dark and glimmering knowledge we May have of heaven but no mortal eye Into its in side able is to pry The blind-man half restored to his sight Said Lo I see by this imperfect light Men walk as trees So may a pur-blind eye Glance at the riches of Eternity Some few weak parcels of the knowledge we May of it gain but not its Centre see He that was carri'd up above the sky To see a Landskip of Felicity To take a view of those transcendencies Heaven was enrich'd withal what there his eyes Had seen to their ineffable content At his return with what astonishment Doth he relate it Yea he doth confess Words were too weak his Vision to express The ravishing and beatifical Sights which his eyes had blessed been withal VVere not to be pourtrai'd in all their glory By th'

Devil to augment his misery As Origen asserts converted Paul Who was sometime before his funeral Bath'd in the chrystal streams of heavenly bliss Did in his body bear the marks of his Dear Lord and Saviour but our bodies when They are possessed of the magazen Of blessedness impassible shal be From agonizing torments wholly free That such a passion bodies glorifi'd Have as delightful is can't be deny'd Since they of joy are capable but this Is certain when they in the lap of bliss Once dandled are to violence they shal Ne're be expos'd or misery at all Heavenly Bodies Agile THe bodies of the saints terestrial Are heavy in their motion but they shal Be with incredible agility Endow'd when they above the blew-flowr'd sky Translated are into the throne of bliss Which for triumphant saints prepared is A lump of Lead which to the bottom stil Sinks being wyre-drawn by the workmans skil Into the form and fashion of a Boat Saith Austen wil upon the waters float And shal not God give that ability Unto the body of a saint when by His sovereign power 't is rais'd up from the dead Which the artificer gives to the Lead The soul is in its operations by The bodies lumpish ponderosity Obstructed here when e're it doth assay Unto the heavenly throne to make its way Or Would aspire to the caelestial crown That like a Leaden-plummet puls at down But when the grave from out its pregnant womb Shal cast its treasure at the day of doom When saints out of their beds of earth shal rise And be refin'd it shal be otherwise Elementary gravity shal no Impeding obstacle ere be unto Their bodies then but swift and facile they Shal in their motion be and that for ay Heavenly BODYES Amiable THe Body when to Heaven it takes its flight Shal be like iron filed and made bright It shal coruscant be and with divine Luster in the celestial Orbe shal shine Like to the sun in splendor it shal be Nay seven times brighter in its claritie The Body of a saint impure before And drossy like the Gold when in the ore Shal glister when reform'd and glorifi'd Like burnisht Gold i' th' furnace often try'd It so transparent then and clear no doubt Shal be as that the soul shal sally out At every part and through the bodies as The VVine shal sparkle through a Venice-glass Such glorious brightness and resplendency The body steeped in felicity Innoble shal that should we it compare VVith Sols most radiant beams that gild the air VVe to th' expression of the excellence Of its illustrious pre-eminence Shal nothing say at all The beauty and blessedness of Glorified Souls IT would an endless labour be no doubt If I should undertake to shadow out The several glories of each faculty Of the refined soul undoubtedly All humane rhetorick and angelical Too narrow is e're to express them al Unto the life my purpose only is A taste to give you of its perfect bliss Yet from those clusters which I here present A saint may reap much sweetness and content The Saints Knowledge perfected in Heaven THe intellectual part enlarg'd shal be With knowledge i th' superlative degree It all things there cognoscible shal know That from its eye were vailed here below Whatever knowledge comes within the sphear Of finite understandings it shal there Perfectly comprehend no mystery Shal scape the ken of its enlightened eye Knowledge of nature arts and things created Delightful is and highly estimated Some Heathens were with Philosophical Wisdom and beams of intellectual Light so enamour'd that they did contemne The world as nothing to that peerless Gem. Aeneas Silvius long ago did say Unto a Doctor once of Austria That if the face of humane Learning could Be seen by mortal eyes it doubtless would Appear more beautiful and brighter far Than doth the morning or the evening star In other pleasures a satiety There is when they are used by and by Their verdure doth depart which argues that It is the Novelty doth recreate And not the Quality and that they be Pleasures in thought not in realitie Ambitious Princes are not alwayes jolly But are sometimes o're-whelm'd with melancholy And men o're-charged with voluptuousness Oft sheath their bodies in a Friars dress But there 's of Knowledge no satiety The more we drink of this the more we dry Here satisfaction and appetite Do meet with interchangeable delight Which plainly proves that it is really Good without accident of fallacy Now this inferiour knowledge to the height Shal there be rais'd by him who dwels in light And so compleated be as that the least And lowest saint of heaven once possest The causes of all natural things far more Exactly comprehend shal than before And have a clearer sight of the conclusions Of art through th' opticks of divine infusions Then ere could be attained by the eye Of Nature Reason or Philosophy In every kind of humane learning there Some strange aenigma's dayly do appear Which exercised have from time to time The bravest wits but ah so dark so dimme By nature is each intellectual eye That they those Gordian knots could ne're unty Whether the rowling Orbes by angels are Mov'd or internal forms who can declare Whether in man three souls distinct there be Or one in substance only vertually Containing th' other two too intricate A question is for humane wits to state The souls fair wings do flag here and decay Some feathers sick are and oft drop away Here one Philosopher of his head oft makes Doleful complaints his understanding akes His reason 's dimm'd a second sadly cryes A third's soul trembles with uncertainties One grasps a cloud of errors and another Spends in untying some hard knot or other Much of his time one 's pleas'd to recreate Himself i' th' shadow of his own conceit Another al his netves so long doth bend Til they oft snap asunder in the end You Socrates may in the twilight see Sadly lamenting the obscuritie Of his benighted state and telling you His Lamp can nought but his own darkness shew You may discover Plato sitting by The banks of Lethe in an agony And through the limbecks of his moistened eyes Distilling pearly drops in mournful wise Because he can't by al his industry His former Notions cal to memory Look on the Naturalists head and you shal see It non-plust with an occult quality But when the soul ascendeth up on high All misty clouds shal be dispelled by The clear sun of a knowledge more refin'd And chas'd out of the region of the mind So that it then exactly shal descry The causes natures rise and progeny Together with the ends of al things that Jehovahs powerful word did e're create It clearly then each Gospel mystery Which here surpast al humane scrutiny Shal see and most exactly comprehend The darkest passages that e're were pen'd Whether Jobes wife her plous husband bid Bless or Curse God and whether Jephta