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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14795	Spare-minutes: or resolved meditations and premeditated resolutions. Written by A.W.	Warwick, Arthur, 1604?-1633.	1634 (1634)	STC 25096; ESTC S102697	27,998	212

by the Cape of good hope till I arive at the haven of eternall happinesse THE same water which being liquid is penetrated with an horsehaire will beare the horse himselfe when it is hard frozen I muse not then that those precepts and threats of GODS judgements enter not into the hardned hearts of some old men frozen by the practice of sinne which pierce and penetrate deepe into the tender hearts and melting consciences of yonger folks thawed with the warmth of GODS feare Hence see I the cause why the sword of the Word so sharpe that it serveth in some to divide the joyntes and marrow in others glaunceth or reboundeth without dint or wound from their cristall frozen and adamantine hearts I cannot promise my selfe to bee free from sinne I were then no man but I will purpose in my selfe to bee free from hardnesse of heart by custome and continuance in sinne I may erre in my way I will not persist and goe on in my errours till I cannot returne againe into my way I may stumble I may fall but I will not lye still when I am fallen WHen I see two game-cocks at first sight without premeditated malice fight desperatly and furiously the one to maintaine the injury offered the other to revenge the injury received by the first blow and to maintaine this quarrell not onely dye the pit with their bloud but die in the pit with their mutuall bloudy wounds me thinkes I see the successe of those duëllers of our time which being ambitious of Achilles his praise Pelidis juvenis cedere nescij desperatly and furiously adventure their lives heere and indanger their soules heereafter onely for the vaine termes of false honour I will not say but that being flesh and bloud I may be carelesse of my flesh and bloud to revenge injurious indignities offered me yet since as a tenant my soule must answer her Landlord for reparations of the house she dwels in and I have no warrant of GOD or man for such revenge I will not kill my owne soule to kill an other mans body I will not pull the house of my body on my soules head in a fury that GOD may make them both fuell for the fury of hell fire WHen I view the heavens declaring the glory of GOD and the firmament shewing his handy worke and consider that each litle numbred starre even of the sixth magnitude containeth the earths dimension 18. times in bignesse by Astronomers conclusions I easily descend to consider the great difference of earthly mens glory and that weight of glory affoorded the Saints in heaven For what a poore ambition is it to bee the best man in a City What 's a City to a Shire What a Shire to the whole Island What this Island to the Continent of Europe What Europe to the whole Earth What that Earth to a Starre What that Starre to Heaven and that to the Heaven of Heavens And so by a retrogradation how litle How nothing is this poore glory I finde many which say hoc nihil est aliquid I finde in my selfe cause to say hoc aliquid nihil est If I needs will bee somebody by my ambition I will bee ambitious to bee ranged with the Saints in Heaven rather then ranked with the Kings on earth since the least in the Kingdome of Heaven is greater then they I Saw once a Ierfalcon let fly at an Heron and observed with what clamour the Heron entertain'd the sight and approach of the Hawke and with what winding shifts hee strave to get above her labouring even by bemuting his enemies feathers to make her flaggwinged and so escape but when at last they must needs come to a necessitated encounter resuming courage out of necessity hee turned face against her and striking the Hawke thorough the gorge with his bill fell downe dead together with his dead enemie This sight seemed to mee the event of a great sute in Law where one trusting to his cases potency more then his causes equity endeavours to disinherit his stubborne neighbour by colourable titles to his land Heere may you heare the clamorous obloquies of the wronged and see the many turnings and winding Meanders in the Law sought out to get above his adversary And lastly when the issue must come to tryall oftentimes in the grapple they both sinke to beggery by the Law whiles lawfully they seeke to get above each other Hence warned against potent enemies I will alway pray LORD make mee not a prey unto their teeth and against an equall or inferiour I will not borrow the lawes extreme right to doe him extreme wrong nor fall to law with any body till I fall by law to bee no body I will not doe that to have my will which will undoe my selfe of what I have by my willfullnesse THe Psalmist doth not slander the slanderers when in a good description of their bad natures hee saith their throat is an open sepulcher c. the poyson of Aspes is under their lippes For what more loathsome stench and noisome smells can a new opened sepulcher belch out then these venomous open throated slanderers And well may their lipscontaine the poyson of Aspes of which Lucan saith in nulla plus est serpente veneni when a few words of theirs shall like a Witches spell charme and strike dead a mans deerest reputation I will therefore indeavour to make my actions of that vertue that as an antidote of Mithridates his best confection they may repell the worst infection those serpents shall spit at mee And albeit I cannot bee free from their assaults from which none is freed yet I will not with Cleopatra set those Aspes so neere my heart that they may stop my vitall spirits with their poyson And since I must passe thorough this Africa of monsters and harmefull beasts I will carefully feare and shunne the worst of tame beasts the flatterer and of wild beasts the slanderer MEditation is a busie search in the store-house of fantasie for some Idea's of matters to bee cast in the moulds of resolution into some formes of words or actions In which search when I have used my greatest diligence I finde this in the conclusion that to meditate on the Best is the best of Meditations and a resolution to make a good end is a good end of my resolutions A Meditation of the Authors found written before a Sermon of his for EASTER-day MY heart a matter good indites O then Lord make my tongue a ready writers pen That so assisted by thy graces art Thy grace unto the world I may impart So raise my thoughts my willing minde so blesse That I thy glorious rising may expresse And rays'd from death of sinfull ignorance Thy selfe-advancing power may advance And if my simple willingnesse wants skill Thou mad'st me willing LORD accept my will An other written before a Sermon of his on the 51. Psalme verse 1. LORD guide my tongue that covets to declare How great my sinnes how good thy mercies are I both would shew and yet so great is either That whil'st I both would shew I can shew neither They both are infinite they both began Ere I beginning had or shape of man Where then shall I begin with hope to shew How great both are who both exceeding know Mercy still pardons sinne doth still offend And being endlesse both where shall I end Thou first and last whose mercy heale my sin Shew me to end and teach me to begin The last thing the Author wrote a few daies before his death A Bubble broke its ayre looseth By which losse the bubble's lost Each frost the fayrest flower brooseth Whose lives vanish with that frost Then wonder not we die if life be such But rather wonder whence it is we live so much Tales long or short whether offending Or well pleasing have their end The glasse runnes yet the set-time ending Every atom doth descend If life be such as such life is t is sure When tales and times find ends why should life still indure This world is but a walke of paine That ha's onely end by death This life 's a warre in which we gaine Conquest by the losse of breath Who would not war-fare end and travells cease To live at home in rest and rest at home in peace Nothing heere but constant paines Or unconstant pleasures be Worthlesse treasures loosing gaines Scantie store chaynd liberty If life affoord the best no better fate How welcome is that death that betters that bad state What 's the earth when trimmest drest To that cristall spangled dwelling Yet the Saint in glory least Is in glory farre excelling Glorious Redeemer let this earth of mine Thy glorious body see and in thy glory shine Oft I see the darksome night To a glorious day returning As oft doth sleepe intombe my sight Yet I wake againe at morning Bright Sunne returne when sleepe hath spent deaths night That these dimne eyes of mine may in thy light see light FINIS

would make the just addition of his anger intollerable COntent is the marke wee all ayme at the cheefe good and top of felicitie to which all mens actions strive to ascend But it is solely proper to GODS wisedome to ingrosse all true content into his owne hand that hee may sell it to saints by retaile and inforce all men to buy it of him or want it Hence is it that a godly man in his meane estate enjoyes more content in GOD then a King or Emperour in his earths glory and magnificence I will then strive to purchase me a patent of content from him that hath the monopolie thereof and then if I have litle in estate I shall have much in content Godlinesse shall bee my great riches whiles I am contented with what I have AS in the greater world for man so in the little world of man as in the outward riches of the one so in the inner treasures of the other many possesse much and enjoy but litle many have much and use but litle others use much and but litle well I shall not so much endevour to have much wherewithall to doe as to doe much with that litle I have It shall not so much greeve mee that I am a poore treasurer as joy mee if I have beene a good steward I could wish I had more to use well but more wish well to use that I have If hee were so blamed that imployed not one talent well what would become of mee if I had ten and abused them POpular applause and vulgar opinion may blow-up and mount upward the bubble of vaine-glorious minde till it burst in the ayre and vanish But a wise man builds his glory on the strong foundation of virtue without expecting or respecting the slender props of vulgar opinion I will not neglect what every one thinkes of me For that were impudent dissolutenesse I will not make it my common care to hearken how I am cared for of the common sort and bee over-sollicitous what every one speakes of mee For that were a toylesome vanity I may doe well and heare ill And that 's a Kingly happinesse I may doe ill and heare well and that 's an hypocrites best felicity My actions shall make me harmony in my hearts inner chamber I will not borrow the Voyces of the vulgar to sweeten my musique THe rancor of malice is the true nature of the divell and the soule possessed therewith is his dearest darling For where envy hate and revenge take up the whole heart there GOD hath no roome at all left to bee in all his thoughts I may meet a mad man and avoid him I may move a cholericke man and pacific him I may crosse a furious drunkerd and shunne him but a malicious man is more dangerous implacable and inevitable then they all Malice omits no occasion to doe mischiefe and if it misse thy body and substance it prosecutes thy shadow Visam fera saevit in umbram My soule come not thou into their secrets unto their assemblie mine-honour bee not thou united I must not turne anger out of my nature I must not turne my nature into anger I must give place to Wrath but not a resting place but a place to let it passe-by that I may let goe displeasure I may give entrance to anger on just cause I may not give it entertainement on any cause till it sower with the leaven of malice I must bee angry with sinne but I must bee angry and sinne not WHen I plant a choyse flower in a fertile soyle I see nature presently to thrust up with it the stinging nettle the stinking hemlocke the drowzie poppie and many such noysome weedes which will either choake my plant with excluding the sunne or divert its nourishment to themselves But if I weed out these at first my flower thrives to its goodnesse and glory This is also my case when I endevour to plant grace in the fertill soyle of a good wit For luxurious nature thrusts up with it either stinging wrath or stinking wantonnesse or drowzie sloath or some other vices which robb my plant of its desired flourishing But these being first pluckt up the good wit produceth in its time the faire flower of vertue I will not therefore thinke the best wits as they are wits fittest to make the best men but as they are the best purged best wits The ground of their goodnesse is not the goodnesse of their wits but the good weeding and clensing it I must first eschew the evill ere I can doe good supplant vices ere I can implant virtue AS it is never to soone to be good so is it never too late to amend I will therefore neither neglect the time present nor despaire of the time past If I had beene sooner good I might perhaps have beene better If I am longer bad I shall I am sure be worse That I have stayed long time idle in the market-place deserves reprehension but if I am late sent into the vineyard I have incouragement to worke I will give unto this last as unto thee WHEN I see the Husbandman well contented with the cold of frost and snow in the Winter because though it chilleth the ground yet it killeth the charlocke though it check the wheat somewhat in growing yet it choaketh the weeds from growing at all Why should I bee moved at the winter of affliction Why vexed at the quaking fit of a quartane ague Why offended at the cold change of affection in my Summer-friends If as they seeme bitter to my minde or body they prove healthfull to my bettered soule If my wants kill my wantonnesse my poverty check my pride my disrespected sleighting quell my ambition and vaine-glory and every weed of vice being thus choaked by afflictions winter my soule may grow fruitfull for heavens harvest let my winter be bitter so that I be gathered with the good corne at reaping time into the LORDS barne AS oft as I heare the Robin-red-brest chaunt it as cheerefully in September the beginning of Winter as in March the approach of the Summer why should not we thinke I give as cheerefull entertainement to the hoare-frosty hayres of our ages winter as to the Primroses of our youths spring Why not to the declining sunne in adversity as like Persians to the rising sunne of prosperity I am sent to the Ant to learne industry to the Dove to learne innocency to the Serpent to learne wisedome And why not to this bird to learne equanimity and patience and to keepe the same tenour of my mindes quietnesse as well at the approach of calamities winter as of the spring of happinesse And since the Romans constancy is so commended who changed not his countenance with his changed fortunes Why should not I with a Christian resolution hold a steddy course in all weathers and though I be forced with crosse-windes to shift my sailes and catch at side-windes yet skilfully to steere and keepe on my course