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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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Wing E535C; Thomason E1289_1; ESTC R9323
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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
His Spirit much he will inspire What thou desirest that shall be Thou hast thy wishes granted thee With thee needs must I wish to live That mak'st me wish what tâ—ou wilt give Lord harden thou my heart as hard as steel And loves vaine passion let me never seel Onely in Heaven my soul shall seek her rest In Heaven perpetually to be blest On Earth a while I must tormented be Because that sin too much abides in me It is the injoying of thy Spirit That makes my soule here true joy inherit And here to shew me that thou hat'st my sin Thy Spirit like the Sun-beams is drawn in Then doth my Soul full wo and sad remaine Till that sweet spirit doth appeare againe Then when thy Spirit againe reigns in me Then comes my joy away my paine doth flee For when thy Spirit my Soul doth injoy Nothing can then my happy Soul annoy For why No cause of sorrow I can see Because beyond my selfe it raiseth me Anguish FRom this distraction Lord my poor soul bring That still thy heavenly prayses I may sing For this distemper doth my soul affright My Lord it takes from me all my delight And pleasure that I had in serving thee This trouble great vaine folly brings to me If from thy holy service I be tane No comfort can I find but endlesse paine For what can yeeld our Souls here true content If to serve thee we are not wholly bent For here I see vaine pleasures quickly fly And that which I did love must surely dye But in thy service if I pleasure take And thy sweet word my whole delight do make That word doth still my drooping soul assure That for the best it shall be all to me If patiently I doe awaite on thee Of Submission WHat comes to me Lord comes from thee Nought comes to me but comes from thee What though against my will it be If thou it fitting seest for me Let be and Master thou my will That I thy servant may fulfill Thy holy will and thee obey Make me obedient be I pray If I obey thy Majesty I need not fear although I dye Hope WHat though my morning be debard of light For me thou shalt break forth a noon most bright The onely Comforter WHat in this world doe I deerer esteem Or greater in my minde here still do deem Then that Spirit which floweth still from thee Which makes my soule in happy blisse to be For nothing in this world here can me please Nor yet my Soule from paine and grief can ease But thy sweet spirit which abides for aye For these vaine worldly things doe fade away My soul immortall did proceed from thee And pleas'd with mortall things she cannot bee You earthly pleasures I can use you all But treasures of my soule I le not you call Goe flee vaine pleasures for sure all must grant Nought can us please but what is permanent In thee my Lord my soul alone is blest In thee alone I doe attaine sweet rest The Soules Flight WHither away my Soule do'st high That thou so fain from me would'st fly Sure it is to some holy place That thou thy selfe there may'st solace Thou wilt not here abide with me But goe to God there to be free To him thou liv'st to him thou flyest That is the reason that thou highest And here I wish thee not to stay I wish to Heaven thou mighst away From Prison oft I wish thee free That thou mayst be at liberty The Virgins Offring WIth thee blest Virgin I would bring An Offering to please my King Two Turtle Doves thou didst present Can there be better by me sent A Lambe more pure then they could be I heard was thither brought by thee These two small Turtles now of mine To him I do present with thine The Lambe will serve for thee and mee No better offering can there be Thus with thee Virgin doe I bring An offering will please my King To my Doves YOur life I ment not till my death Might give you freedome with my breath And when I breath'd in Heavens Aire free I did intend your libertie But offer'd now you sure must be A Sacrifice of thanks from mee When we are dead we cannot give Our offerings must be while we live Two Doves no Phenix you must be I must see that live comes from me You as an offering goe from me But on your wings my heart must be My heart now free from all desire But what is kindled by heavens fire To him I doe present as free As ever he did give it me I on your wings would sore aloft And still live free from humane thought Accept great God what I present Thy glory is my Souls intent Goe now my Doves and soar aloft The drooping heart raise you full oft To such a heigth bear it away That it may see celestiall day And never lett it on earth rest But leave it in Heavens glorious brest The Trimph SIth thou from thrall hast sett me free I will sing prayses unto thee Thou hast brought me from Temptation And fild me with contemplation Of thy heavenly habitation In which lives a glorious Nation Which triumphantly doe sing Praise and glory to their King No darknesse nor no dolefull night Obscures their Vision of delight No noise doth interrupt their voice They doe incessantly rejoyce Mayst thou my Soule now be so bold That glorious place for to behold And say how that faire Cities blest In which the righteous shall have rest The wals are rais'd of Gems more bright Then are the Diamonds here in sight The Saphire Diamond Ruby fine Their beauty in each one combine The other Gems their lustre bright With them doe give so fine a light That like the Rainbow it doth show But far more bright you 'l think I know Most glorious things are said of thee Thou City where the mighties bee The streets are of the purest mold Exceeding farr the brightest gold And from Gods glorious Throne doth spring A River that sweet pleasures bring Adorn'd with many a goodly tree Which fresh and flourishing ever bee They doe not onely please the eye But heal the wounds would make us dye Nor fruitlesse doe their trees appear But pleasant fruit yeeld all the year I doe not wonder fruit so rife Upon these goodly Trees of life No change doth in this place appeare No scorching heat nor cold is here This heav'n the bright Lamb his wife gives And she in this place alwayes lives She is more lovely then the Rose Fresh faire and beauteous and still goes In long white Robes so pure and clear Like Orient Pearl she doth appear And on her head a Crowne more bright Then is the Sun here in our sight The pure white Lilly at her feet And pleasant Rose there strive to meet For all their beauty and their grace Is from reflexion of her face These lovely flowers doe never fade But for eternity were made How can