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A29823	Sacred poems, or, Briefe meditations, of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke	Browne, Edward.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590. Sepmaine. English.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1641 (1641)	Wing B5106; ESTC R12452	45,038	82

of the Hive It 's fit he should be throwne For why should he of the sweet Honey eat That the poore Bee with labour hard did get If wee doe as wee should take such great paine To prop preserve this life that 's fraile and vaine Oh how should wee then put our selves to taske To get and gaine that life which ay will last If for our bodies health wee oft will spare Our most delicious and delightfull fare Shall wee for our Soules health grudge or repine To fast from sinne or else refuse to dine If for our profit we the paines thinke small To bend and crouch to prate to cry and call Shall we thinke much unto the Lord to pray With hearty voyce and humble mind alway If the poore Smith does thinke it no great Toyle Over the fire in smoake to burne and broyle Shall wee if when the Lord thinkes good to try Our constant faith in flames refuse to dye Oh Lord I doe confesse my feet are slow My heeles are heavy and refuse to goe Into thy holy house thy word to heare And in my body I sloths Image beare My hands are Idle and my eyes are lazie My heart is dull my lips to laud thee crazie Wherefore I pray Infuse into my minde Such heav'nly grace that I may be inclinde To labour and take care for heav'nly food More then for any fading earthly Good So when this life shall cease I may be blest And live with God in a perpetuall rest Of Eating and Drinking IF that our bodyes want due food to eat How doe we labour straight to find out meat Or if with cruell thirst we be possest Till we find drinke we cannot be at rest Oh this should teach me after Grace to long Which is the Soules Refection to prolong My spirituall life and never be at rest Till with such meat and drinke my Soul 's refresht And when I doe behold the great provision For earthly Bodies from Gods loving Mission How that all creatures for our food are slaine Oh Lord thinke I If for this life that 's vaine There 's such provision in such sundry kind For life eternall to refresh the mind There 's as great plenty and as various store Of spirituall dainties If not far much m●re My daily food should be Christs holy body Which by the mouth of faith I swallow wholy To strengthen and refresh my sinfull minde That I may at the last true comfort finde My drinke should be my Saviours pretious blood Which quencheth sinfull thirst doth much good For all my sins It would wash quite away Oh this should be my bread and drink all day That at the last when as the dismall night Of death shall come in heav'n I may shine bright My Salt should be the sanctifying Grace Of Gods good sp'rit which I should ever place Upon the Table of a pious hart That I there with may season every part Of all my sinfull thoughts my words and deeds And every evill lust which in mee breeds Yea this should be the ordinary food Of my poore soule for her eternall good But yet at severall times there 's sundry dishes Of Beasts of Birds of divers Herbs and fishes In prosperous state there is the loving Hinde Who having eas'd his fellowes goes behinde The charitable Storke and temp rate Swallow The loving Prawne and pearle fish they may follow In this same messe to teach men of great might Gentle sobriety to doe poore right But if Adversity become our state The first dish is a Lambe immaculate The patient Sheepe the gall-lesse harmlesse Dove In this same messe should likewise have our love Th' industrious Bee the nimble painfull Ant The milke-white Lilly this messe should not want And many other things of precious kinde Which I can hardly bring into my minde And all to teach that in a cause that 's good It is a glorious thing to spend our blood And to beare patiently Gods chastising hand Like Iob at last more strenuously to stand At all times else there is much spirituall meate For our poore soules But I cannot repeate One halfe or quarter of this great variety It is enough if I can finde saciety In the least crum of any heavenly Grace That after I have finisht this lifes race I may in heaven keepe a continuall feast With Christ my Saviour in eternall rest Of the Night HOw soone doth darksome night succeed light day By this I know I have not long to stay In this fraile life which doth so quickly hast That as a day it selfe doth spend and wast But what need I to feare deaths gastly face For I am young and in a healthfull case I have not yet arrived to high noone For I in yeeres am scarsly thirty one Yet what of that for this same very night God may bereave mee of to morrowes light For cruell death with his impartiall knife Doth cut the thread of mans most wretched life Before that ten or twenty yeere's expir'd In this fraile life whereby I am requir'd To take due notice that ere long may be Deaths dart may make as quick dispatch of me And now because I undertake to write Of the similitude of darksome night I doe desire of God that I could tell Blinde errors paths and the dread paines of hell My selfe thereby to warne to take great heed That in blind errors wayes I may not tread For they will lead me to the darke Abysse Of dolefull horror where no comfort is And error in its selfe 's so smooth a way That the best falleth in it every day It is a maze which if we once get in Out of the same it 's hard to get agin And he that in it very often wanders Shall finde a troope of crooked sly Meanders But I will bring them into these two kindes Errors in life ignorance of mens mindes And here at first my senses are at strife For who can tell the errors of this life To such a countlesse number they doe grow That my Arithmeticke them cannot show The errors that in my poore soule are bred Doe farre exceed the haires upon my head If my sins rise to such a summe alone Who can the totall of all sins make knowne Under sev'n Captaines they doe march in fight Pride lechery and envious hatefull spite Cruell man-killing wrath beastly excesse In meat and drinke sloth greedy cov'tousnesse These are the chiefe wayes but there 's many more Crooked by-paths that leade men to the dore Of utter darkenesse for they doe delight To act their deeds i' th darke and out of sight So Hazael when he was left alone Kild Benhadad that it might not be knowne Achan did also hide his thievish pelfe Because that none should know it but himselfe Th' Adulterer waites also for twilight That he may act his sinne out of mens sight And the deceiver in his darke shop vents His broken wares that none knowes his intents And ev'ry sinner doth ev'n hate the

might shun the den Of utter darknesse then I should be blest And keepe a Sabbath in eternall rest Munday or dies Lunae THe next day after God had made the light He spread heav'ns curtaines glorios in our sight ' That Huge broad length that long broad height profound ' Th'infinite finite that great moundlesse Mound ' I meane that Chaos that selfe-jarring Masse ' Which in a moment made of nothing was ' Was the rich matter and the matrix whence ' The heav'ns should issue and the elements ' Now th' elements two twins two sons two daughters 'To wit the fire the ayre the earth and waters ' Are not compounded but of them is all ' Compounded first that in our sense can fall There 's no materiall substance but doth beare Within it selfe fire water earth and ayre And God to each his place hath well assign'd According to its nature breed and kind ' Earth as the lees and heaviest drosse of all ' After his kind did to the bottome fall ' Contrarywise the light and nimble fire ' Did through the crannies of th' old heap aspire ' Unto the top and by his nature light ' No lesse than hot mounted in sparks upright ' But lest the fire which all the rest imbraces ' Being too neer should burne the earth to ashes ' As chosen Umpires the great All-creator ' Betweene these foes placed the ayre and water ' For one suffic'd not their sterne strife to end ' Water as cousin did the earth befriend ' Ayre for his kinsman fire as firmly deales ' But both uniting their divided zeales ' Tooke up the matter and appeas'd the brall ' Which doubtlesse else had discreated all The ayre as moderne and the elder Sages Have fitly parted it into three stages The upper's seated next the fiery vault And by the learned very hot is thought That which we touch with times doth variate Now hot now cold and sometimes temperate But middle Region's far from fire set And therefore very cold and little heat In ayrie clouds God bottles up the raine Which gratifies the Ploughmans toyle and paine The ayre ingenders milke white snow and haile Mist dew and yce in season will not faile In divers vapours their effects are strange But in the ayre they keepe a constant range For in the Summer of a sev'rall kinde They doe produce Frogs Toads and the swift wind Whose whisking beesome doth brush cleane and sweepe The cloudy curtaines of heav'ns stages steepe And sometimes they doe make the earth to rocke To shake and tremble like a weather-cocke And when I doe consider lightnings flash It s rare effects my sense in pieces dash A man was once going out of his dore He saw a fire passing him before Which he did follow to see where 't would goe But he will ne'r trust Ignis fatuus so For he had like so far to lose his way That he could hardly finde it the next day When I doe sometimes looke into the skies Me thinkes I see a hundred prodigies Compos'd of exhalations in the ayre But the true cause thereof none can declare Though by nice will and deepe conceited straines They give a ghesse but 't is not worth their paines For the great God of heav'n sometimes delights From top to toe to alter natures rites That his strange workes to nature contrary May be fore-runners of some misery Such are the blazing Comets fiery star That threaten earth with famine plague and war Three Suns three Moones at once green blew gilt bow Gods judgements and his mercies forth to show But I almost forget the firmament Although it was the chiefe of my intent Their number and their nature here to show And how their whirling Orbs about doe goe Yet of their number many a writer varies Yet most agree that there a ten round stories In severall Orbs they place the Planets sev'n After the fixed Stars and Christ ●●n heav'n Lastly the highest Orbe of all the ●out Is the first mover which whirles all about But there is none that can relate the solace Or boundlesse vastnesse of th' Imperiall Palace ' Where life still lives where God his Sises holds ' Inviron'd round with Seraphins and Soules ' Bought with Christs pretious blood whose glorious flight ' Yet mounted earth above the heav'ns bright Neither doe I know rightly how to write What wa●ers are above the heav'ns bright For I too bold will not aske how or why God placed water so exceeding high I must believe it for Gods Word doth show Above the heavens God made waters flow ' I 'll rather give a thousand times the ly 'To my owne reason than but once defy ' The sacred voyce of th'everlasting Spirit ' Which doth so often and so loud aver it Besides when sinfull men did God provoke In Noabs dayes these windowes he set ope And by these Seas drown'd cattell men and beast In this example I 'll sit downe and rest So morne and even the second day conclude And God perceiv'd that all his works were good Now why the Sages when they nam'd this day Call'd it Lucina's day I cannot sae Except it be because her wax and waine Doe cause the waters ebbe and flow againe Faire Phoebe she of all the Planets bright Is most infirme because she borrowes light By Poets she is call'd Diana chast Yet sh● her love on faire Endymion cast Constant in love she her swift course doth run Throughout the Zode twelve times for once the sun Diana was goddesse of chastity And therefore I doe see small reason why The vulgar should affirme a man on 's backe Within the Moone should beare a Pedlers packe Besides I thinke no woman could be chast If that a man within her were well plac'd Luna doth governe Seamen Fishers Hunters Chast maidens and wise Matrons whose encounters Or unchaste meetings with uncivill men Are never us'd but my unlearned pen Hath so outrun my judgement and my wit The uses of this day I quite forget Besides amazement and astonishment At Gods great workes I am by this day bent Advis'd to learne my waters to divide Of charity free from vaine glorious pride And to distinguish my repentant teares From those for losse of worldly things in feares And as the Moone I borrow all my light From God whose glory in me shineth bright And as the Moone so I in vertues race Should still goe forward though darke be my pace And though by frailty I may sometimes faile Yet godly constancy should e'r prevaile Tuesday or dies Martis ' THis day th' Almighties bounteous Majesty ' willing t'enfeoffe man this worlds Empiry ' Commanded Neptune straight to marshall forth ' His floods apart and to unfold the earth ' And presently the Sea to 't selfe betooke ' Mount after mount field after field forsooke ' And suddenly in smaller caske did tun ' Her waters that from every side did tun ' And hath imprison'd them in bounds of brasse ' Which to this day the