broome Of Discipline sweeping foule Lusts away And the Worlds love which bring into decay The Heavenly Seed choakt up with Pompe cares Like Earthly Graine with Cockle Thornes Tares What makes a Surgeon use Corroding Waters For Festred Soares but that they are Abaters Of the proud Flesh why doe Physitians give Their Bitter Pilles unto the Sicke that grieve Of causes hid but that the bodyes sink Cannot be Purg'd of Filth and Humours stink By sweet Receipts no more should Gods Eâ—ect The Joyes of New Jerusalem expect Without first passing through the Bloud red Seas Of Sorrowes deepe to gaine perpetuall ease I meane not Griefe for losse of worldly wealth Or Carnall Friends but losse of Saving health Griefe for the wordes ecclipse Griefe for our sinne Griefe for the Snares which Saints are toyled in Who to this dying Doctrine will encline His Heart and to Austerity confine His Life he shall be crowned for his durance With Heavens Blisse whereof Christ gives assurance With these true Golden Rules seal'd in the Heart None gaines the Godheads love without some Smart Who Christ his markes more here of Torture beares In Heaven be the brighter Garland weares A Hymne explaining the cause of our Saviours Sufferings on the Crosse together with the effects of his Buriall WE were the Cause and none but we Why Christ was naild unto the Tree We were the Cause worse then the Scribes Nay worse then Judas with his Bribes Of Christ his death and Guiltlesse Bloud We tore his Flesh like Vipers Brood We drunk his Bloud like Cannibals Who men Redeem'd when they were Thralles The Jewes misus'd Him but one day Whereas we dayly him betray And Crucify the Lord againe Saints in his Limmes for spite or Gaine We rave farre worse then did the Jewes Our Carnall Lusts and Ghostly stewes Our Pride Deceites and Avarice Our Riots Feasts and Fopperies Our Healthes Debates and losse of Time Shew why Christ up the Crosse did climbe Let us then waigh with Penitence Sinnes fiery sting the Crosses sence Let us bewayle our wretchednesse Which brought our Saviour to distresse And think upon these Rules with Feare That Trees which are both dry and seare Shall sure be fell'd since blooming Wood Hath beene destroyed as with a Floud And that all Soules shall suffer losse Unlesse they muse upon the Crosse And thereby hope for inward Peace The Spirits gifts and sinnes release By vertue of that Costly Price Which hung thereon for Sacrifice For which high Deed while we have breath We never will forget his Death But in our Mindes wee will infixe His Merites Love and Crucifixe His Living Rock can hide our Soares As Josephs Vault entomb'd his Coarse We may to Blisse rise up from Bale As Jonas did from out the Whale If on his Wounds wee fixe our Soules Like Doves that pitch on Rocky Holes The Seventh Dayes EXERCISE The Argument Old thinges made New now is Jewes Sabbath Day Chang'd to the Lords to mind our Saviours sway Who Rose stay'd here sixe Weekes then went his way To Heav'n Men Inspir'd on Whit-sunday OUr two Dayes storme is cleer'd come let us sing And Tribute pay to our Triumphant King Who trampling on our Foes hath led the way To Resurrections Port on the third Day After his Death which first of their Weekes Date â—ld Hebrewes Calendar did Calculate O Blessed Day most blest in the Exchange Whilst we do not from zeale like worldlings range But all with joy for this our Worlds Creation And Christ his Rising minding our vocation As likewise for the Holy Ghosts descent On Whit-sunday ten dayes from Christs Ascent We Holy keepe our Lords this Seaventh day And in his Prayse our thankfull Hymnes display Who did because our sinnes the Old withstood Transferre a newer Feast cleer'd by his Bloud Though Christ was Lord Sabbaths prime perfection The manheads Crowne yet he to make defection Of that Dayes Rest did never Condescend But left it us untill Times finall End He left it us to mind th' Eternall Day When Time with baldnes never shall decay That Feast of Feasts with none can paralell For it above all Triumphs beares the Bell The Harmony whereof no Tongue can tell And more doth Our then Our the Sixe excell The which whilst we looke for let us foregoe Our Deeds prophane and Pious dutyes doe On this High day Let us congratulate With Jubilees our Resurrections state And our through Christ redinte-gratious Peace With God the Father in his Flockes increase Let us cheere up our Soules with Joyfull Psalmes ' And shew our Love by Prayers Vowes and Almes Let all the Earth let Christians all rejoyce And heare Gods word the Lord of Sabaoths voice Not in a Language strange or Noise unknowne But in that Tongue which men doe terme their owne Let them with understanding sound his Fame And Glorify Jehovahs awfull Name With Voices Musick sound and Symphony With Davids zeale and Asaphs Harmony Unanimous let us proclaime his Glory Not dreaming wise but in a reall story To be admir'd of all the Sonnes of Men And Registred with adamantine Pen All Glory be to thee as heretofore In Persons three one God for evermore Who least that Cares might dull our Inward sight Hast Weekely left us one of brighter Light Aswell to match the Hebrewes as to rayse New zeale on it for our Redeemers Praise Because Christs Faith stood firme not shakt at all His Manhead calling God God heard his Call Because his Manhead spurn'd Hells Crown of strife Preferring here on Earth an Humble Life And constantly endur'd the dreadfull shock Of Perills like a Shepheard for his Flocke And to his Father deare did pray alone For helpe he at the last did heare his Mone When he his Bloud had on the Altar shed Soone as he sayd All is now finished His sacred Soule straight way to Paradise Leaving the Crosse and his Bodyâ—â—yes â—â—yes Whence in Earths wombe after two Nights repose Brave Gyant-like refresht with wine he Rose His Body Rose from Grave from the Whales Belly Rays'd Jonâ—s-like to live Triumphantly For how could he whom God ordain'd to save Old Adams Seed be captiv'd in the Grave Thou art my Sonne Mens Light whom I begot Sayd his just Father and here take thy lot In choisest Soile The Hâ—athâ—n I give to thee For Heritage and all the world in Fee To bruize or breake for thy owne pretious merits Thou by thy bloud hast tam'd the wily Spirits O murther'd Lambe Hence-forth on my Right hand Sit in thy Humane shape none shall withstand Thy Powerfull will in Heaven Earth or Hell For thou shalt judge all Men and Furyes fell My sentence just thou hast appeas'd alone For which mysterious deed wee both are One. Because the Wine-presse thou alone hast trod Thy Flock shall ever dwell with mee their God Because for Sinne thou hast endured wrong Thou shalt divide the lest spoyle with the strong And for thy love to Man bought with
is it not Profane to Sacrifice To God before the Soule be cleans'd of Vice How many wayes may we redeeme the Times If we apply our Willes thereto betimes The Mornings prime in Prayer to the Lord We ought to Sacrifice and to record His wondrous Acts unto our Families Or Neighbours whom with Charitable Ties The Chaine of Faith hath linked in together As Fellow Saints The Noone-tide we may either In sober Meales or in Almes-giving spend The Afternoone to gentle Walkes may tend There more to prayse the Flowers variety Then Salomon in all his Royalty To suck the Hilles or fragrant Gardens Aire Or it may tend to make the Soule more faire By reading Scriptures or the Martyrs wrongs Choise Catechismes Sermons or sacred Songs To shew us zeale against a Graven Elfe Moses broke the Tables of God himselfe The like pure Flame burnt in Phinehes Soule When he with Steele foule Whoredome did controule Do we contend in Lawfull Warres debate Or in defence of our Religions state Who in Old time more constantly did brook Proud Giants scornes Or with more Patience took Their Flouts which did at his good Sermons bark Then Noe whilst he built his famous Ark Who better did Gods Chosen Souldiers guide Then Abram Josuab and the valiant David Who more resolv'd to fight in a good Cause Then the brave Maccabees for Moses Lawes Would you observe a Kings or Judges Part Their lawfull Charge grave Moses doeth impart As Subjects Dammage by their winkt at Bribes And Tyrannies old Samuels Book describes Would yee Rule well your selves a House or State These Salomon and Sirach moderate Ere Sidrach Misach and Abednego Would Idolize the Fire they undergo Nor could the Lions Den nor Medes decree From serving God enforce good Daniels Knee Do we desire to see a harmelesse Mask With Daunces Songs and Shoutes Here is a Task For our New man with David to consult And Judaes Kings whilst Incest doeth insult On that great Baptists Life from Jordan led To pay unto a Frisking Mayd his Head Comforts for Griefe wee feele in Davids Psalmes By Jeremy by Job or Tobiths Almes What wonders do the Spirits Penmen teach Perform'd by Saints beyond Dame Natures reach Do we affect to drink most wholesome Wine Go we to Cana or to Christ the Vine Where without charge both White and Red abound To cheere sad Soules while Christ his Health goes round Would wee see acted a rare Convertite Damascus shewes us Paul Christs Favorite Would we discerne the Newman in his strength The Gospell paints his Portraiture at length Would we behold She-paragons of Beauty Or of that Sexe some others False and Haughty Sara Rebecca Rachel Debora Miriam and she that nailed Sisera So Hanna Ruth Priscilla Magdalen And Philips Nunnes deserve a Prophets Pen. So Judith Ester and Susanna Chast And she within all Glorious that 's embrac't By Heavens King with Sunny Robes adorn'd Maugre the plots of men by Fiendes suborn'd Whose prayse we find blaz'd in the Canticles Extended then and since by Oracles So for her Zeale with them I parallel Christs Prophetesse the Widow Phanuel These Female sparkes invite my Soule a Guest And so the Churches Type at the Lords Feast Sweet Mary blest in the Superlative Cheeres me with her whom Zachary did wive Who brought like Sara forth in Ancient Age A Prophet to proclayme Christs Pilgrimage The Elect Lady Hulda the Prophetesse Lydia and Dorcas make a Holy Messe Then Jezabel I read and Babels Whore Both rampant bent the Church of God to gore Last Athaliaes Fate from Bloudy snares Saphiraes me from Double dealing scares As likewise do from Gadding Dinaes Fall Lots wife and Evaes Doome good Dames recall These Histories or such in Holy writ Exemplified this sacred Day befit Good Bookes advance the Newmans Sacrifice But Bad to Heathnish vice soft Braines entice Therefore let us borne of the Spirits seed Immortall scorne our Christian Mindes to feed With Tales vaine Sports or fond Lascivious Bookes Which Fiendes suggest for Soules as shining Hookes Exploites belied on Patrick Arthur Guy The Peeres of Fraunce or Spaines bald knightly Fry To the intent that from Gods word the Will Might be seduc'd t' apprehend more Ill. Arming our Mindes let us our Bodyes too The Parcels of Christs Temple not undoe With Drunken Healthes the Divells Sacrifice In these last Times nor yet Apicius-wise With various kindes of Gurmandizing Cheere Which dimmes with noysome Fumes the Spirits Cleere And the Five senses so intoxicates That Pulpits blush to see such Nodding Pates How oft saw we some at this Holy Tide More Sensuall bent then any day beside Some haunting more the Taverne then the Church Some on the Spoile some living on the Lurch And some farre more to deck their Out-side bent Then by Gods word to feele Soule-ravishment Strutting more oft to Church with Painted Wings Then to beare thence Soule-wares sacred things Yet presse I not too peevishly Precise But Christians may in comely modest wise Weare what they list so that their glittring Port Cause no offence unto the weaker sort So that their Pomp do not Devotion let I care not how in Forraigne Robes they jet What Hurrying Noise what March and rumbling Coile As if they went unto a Play or Broile Do Gallants keep wirh Coaches in the Street When they at Church should Saints most humbly greet Since God allowes to the Domestick Beast Which labour'd the sixe Dayes our Sabbaths Rest How dare they then his Creatures put to Paine More to proclaime their Pomp then Peace to gaine Such Sabbath-breakers I do greatly feare Before the Lambe preferre proud Lucifer Yet for this Clause let not the Courtly Eare Mistake my sence for I do not averre But that in their Caroach or their Sedan Without Disgust to the most Puritan The Aged Weak or those of tender feet May use what Meanes they please in Church to meet When with lowd Threates tempestuous Winds do raigne Or When the Cloudes dissolve to dropping Raine So that their Hearts be voyd of swelling Pride And that their Journey be with Christ to side Who when he did in greatest Triumph passe On Earth as Man rode on a Simple Asse Nor do I waigh such points so strict a way But Fishers Cookes and Pothecaries may Labour or save what would be cast away If on the Eve they toyle not for that Day But I could wish good Christians not to play The Epicures on the Lords Sabbath Day Causing their Cookes to dresse more Choice of Meate Then Heliogabale could digest to eat Whilst that ten Quailes or Phesants in one Dish His Pandaâ—s sauc'd with Pearle and Ambergriese God graunt that we more suting our Vocation May ruminate with serious Meditation This wholesome Feast which I have plainely drest And those New Rules which I have now exprest For Boyling Braines swelld up with Arrogance That they may stoup and feele the Spirits Traunce To do Gods Will to muse on Heavenly Joyes And not to clinche
then the Game Behold the Hunt is up THE SOVLES EXERCISE The Argument Before the Great and Fearefull Day of Doome Which by true Signes neere past will shortly come Great Brittain's warn'd the Old Mans tricks to scan And with more Love to lodge the Inward Man O That Men would think on the Latter day Whose Signes began with Horror and Dismay Since Sathan was let loose to rack and scorch With Martyrs Flame our late Reformed Church No Preterperfect nor the Future Tense But then the Praesent suits the Creatures Sence When Time shall be no more but ever Light Or ever Darke From this Perpetuall Night Of Sadnesse Lord defend my Spotted Soule That canst at Will the Gates of Hell controule And by sweet Trance canst ope the Milk-white way To lead my steps to that Eternall Day How oft hast thou from Weaklings rays'd thee Prayse Then grant me Grace to warble out these Layes Which I began with th'Hunt is up to day That I may chase Hels Instruments away The wily Foxe the Wolfe and ravenous Beare But not with Yâ—alpes poore silly Sheepe to feare Noâ— to disturbe like Taverns roaring Boyes Good Christians Nightly Rest with Hellish Noise Or with base Fidlers Tunes who gape for Gaine Their Lusts from Strangers Windows to maintaine Fly Buffâ—ons hence no flouts nor wanton glance Nor scuffling Tones suit w th our Newmans trance Not for wits Froth nor Poets potting Pen Nor for Old Dreames shall any Godly men Taxe me withall My ayme is Libertines And Sluggards to rouze up by Christian Lines And that th'Elect of Brittaines Ile may blush To jarre for Trifles Nifles or a Rush At least to let them know that we should side With him whose Rights with Mammon they divide But let Divines without Scholastick Cavell And Politicks without damn'd Machiavell Tell us how comes Mankind so prone to Evill 〈◊〉 from Oâ—d Adam Custome or the Divell Or rather from this mixt Triplicity By Gods just Doome for mens Impiety Our States-men stand here gravel'd nor define Can Nature such deepe Points but the Divine On these Resolves assures our Pilgrimage That to secure from the Old Creatures Rage Our New-mans Sparke we must contend buckle With Men Fiends ere Grace this Infant suckle We must Believe and Pray do Fruitfull Workes And crush the Snake which in our bosome lurkes For these Attempts the Serpent to unmaske In Eden first Mans Crosse row is my Taske The two from whom our Heralds all agree With one Consent to draw Mens Pedegree Be they Crown'd Kings or Subjects bond or Free Adam and Eve the Male Female Tree Were form'd by Him who both the Globs Created Whereof the One with Goodly Rights estated God gave to them from Taxe or Tribute free And so their Race enjoyed it till the Fee By Giants wav'd and Nemhrods Tyranny The upper like a Spangled Canopy With Christall propt to lift their minds with wonder He left for Breath for Heat to seat them vnder And to observe the Influence Motion Height Not racking Starres with Negromanticke Sleight Because Man should with Angels linkt in One Harmonious League on God depend alone To do his Will who rais'd him from the dust To praise his Name without the least distrust Not Creatures Thrones or Principalities Nor courting other Gods with Sacrifice For who would sue to an Inferiour Lord The King in place that heareth every word God for this End and for his Glories sake Assigned Man his Comforts to partake He left all things to his Elections Sway Except One Tree in Eden to assay And try by One Command his Creatures mind Whether he would prove Constant or Unkind Yea God forbad to tast the Curious Tree Of Good and Ill because He did foresee That Longing Fits in Maladies would end That worldly Craft did restlesse Cares portend That Innocence once lost Man would divide Christs Soveraignty and with the Divell side That he the Golden meane would soone neglect And fall into Excesse or the defect That Will uncurb'd to damned Actions tends That Pride much knowledge puffes shame Pride attends For when good knowlâ—dge with the Ill did match Then they began a Mungrell Brood to hatch Like those who heretofore with Pagan Rite And Schoolemens Glosse disguis'd Gods hoâ—y Light Although such Plagues ensued by the Breach Of Gods Command yet doth Experience teach The Fruit it selfe so strange in Operation Perhaps might bring with it some Alteration And helpe the Humours to exasperate As the Breach did the Soule contaminate So Meales without Thanksgiving cause disease And Physicke with Gods blessing turnes to Ease Do not all things on which our Bodies feed Blood Choler Fleame and Melancholy breed Do not we see that things Inanimate As Roots and Gummes nay Minerals abate Or raise the force of things more excellent Doth not dimm'd Eyes the Saphire blew content And Hemlocks Juice like Vapors of strong Wine Disturbe the Braine and Humour Christaline Doth not the Jet insult upon a Straw As Steele is by the Loadstone kept in awe What Franticke Lust comes by Cantharides What Flames by Circes charm'd Hippomanes How luckily Quicksilver mortifi'd Hath for the Wormes and the great Poxe bin tri'd Yet Sublimate doth like to Hell inflame To Poyson turnes and kils the Vitall Flame How have the Lungs by Orpiment beene cur'd And the Faint Heart by Liquid Gold secur'd How forcible 'gainst Plagues and Feavers are Mirrhe Saffron Aloes Stibium Bezoar Garlicke allayes raw Ayre and watrish Food But Mads like Wine the Dry Braine and the Blood Wine-bibbers know that Vines with Coleworts war As rampant Lust is cool'd by Nenuphar Sometimes I saw a Glutton crost in Will His Trencher daub'd with Colloquintids Pill How by the Sunne Glasse things remote may fire To yeeld the reason would not Reason tire Or why Tobacco or the Vomick Nut Opium or Henbane do the Sences glut Or why the Juice of Spurge or Tithimall Held to the Gummes cause all the Teeth to fall If such as these with us worke Miraâ—les And growing plants yet more what Obstacles Can Atheists plead to barre Our Fatall Tree Or that of Life but that it grew so free Whereby on Man no ferall Deaths disease The Fruite once tane by him could ever seize Untill God did th' impaled Garden fence Or drowne it by the Flood for Lusts Offence This Fruit we reap't by knowing Good and Ill When as the Precepts Breach defil'd the will But to returne where now I did digresse Man stayd not long before he did transgresse And violate the Law with Carnall sence Slighting his Makers Love and Providence Man had large Grace and Freedome of Election But he of Both did quickly make defection He knew th' Events the Covenant his Doome For Life or Death and what would sure become Of him and his if he Gods will transgrest Yet would he be of Knowledge more possest Than well became a Creature limited Yea and perhaps the Woman coveted Assoone as Sathan told his form all
Hate he at the last agreed To please the Rout whom Caiphas with his mates Of Herods side to murther animates And thereupon the Roman Hypocrite First washt his hands as if he were upright And cleane from Blood shed by his owne command Alluding that he could not them withstand When as he might the Prisoners Life defend Or him before the Romane Senate send Or conster with mild sense Jewes wrested Laws Or on the cause like grave Gamaliel pause But to content the giddy multitude He chose the suite with slaughter to conclude Adjudging to the Crosse in Caesars Name Christ to be nail'd whom he found void of blame Whom neither he nor yet th' Incestuous King Could once in compasse of set Treason bring Nay when he heard the People Christ upbraid With Tide of Gods Sonne he seem'd afraid As witnessed his Conscience prickt within As openly he said I find no sinne Deserving Death what evill hath be done They yelling still he stiles himselfe Gods Sonne Himselfe a King to Caesars wrong a King The former merits Death the Latter thing No lesse than death The first is Blasphemy The other Treason in a High Degree By our just Lawes he well deserves to dye Without delay demurre or remedy Let then your Judgement passe securedly His Blood on us and on our children lye His Death on us and on our Nation rest Yells ominous And so they live unblest For ever since their Nation far'd the worse By this entail'd hereditary curse The Romans since on whom they did rely Like Aegipts Reed in stead of Aydes supply Or humane Ruling Lords prov'd Hellish Rookes With rapines spoyles and circumventing Hookes Imbru'd in blood by Albines Briberies Felix Florus and others Butcheries Such griping Tyrants prov'd at last their Foes Ransackt their City turn'd their weale to woes Burnt their Temple and made them slaves abhor'd As they had scorn'd and Crucified the Lord And to this day they either live in Bonds Of servitude or like Caine vagabonds To Christians odious for their bloody workes For killing Christ as odious to the Turkes For their Religion or patcht Alcoran Beares Christian showes as lies Mahumetan They breathe and that is all by Brokery Onely to keepe the Nations Memory Least if they perisht quite some doubts againe Might grow perhaps of the Messias slaine Their Land which once with milke and honey flow'd Lies waste and curst as with a Fatall Cloud In stead of Wine Figs Balsame and good seedes Repleate with Snakes wilde Beasts stinking weeds Like a rude desert growne for where the Horse Of Ottoman once swayes he leaves a Curse When that the Judge had so deliver'd him To his Praetorian Band or Sergeants grim With the Mad Jewes applause they Christ attir'd In Purple Robes as if he had aspir'd By mutiny to make himselfe a King Which he worse loath'd then they the Serpents stingâ— A Crowne of Thornes they plaited on his Head And him blasphem'd with abase Sceptred Reed Saluting him All haile thou King of Jewes With bended knees wee le pay thee all thy dues Yea Pilate too for all his Inward sting Proclaim'd Behold the Man the Jewish King And to the Crosse he fixt that style alike In Characters of Hebrew Latine Greeke When they had mockt their fill with many bobs And scornes they took from him those royall robes Apparrell'd him in his owne Coate againe And fell anew to their deriding veine Besmearing him with spittle on the Face And with a Cane they lasht him in disgrace O bloody Folke the grieved Soule to gore To torture him who tortur'd was before Hood-winking him like Boyes at blind mans Buffe With Frumps who smote they did him lately cuffe And now againe vext him till Nature stoupt And but for Heavens strength had deadly droopt The Thornes wherewith they crown'd his tender Head Put him to so much paine that almost dead His Soule was forc't most grievously to grone The thought whereof would melt ev'n hearts of stone They heard the Praetours doome yet would they adde More fewell to the flame to make him sad They heard his groaning sighs that no sorrows were like to his his face seem'd plow'd like furrows They wreath'd his Head with thornes and yet that wreath Saves us from prickling Thornes of sinne and Death When Judas now had seene his Master bound Reviled beaten spet upon and found Guilty of Death he grieved but too late Felt deadly gripes and therewith desperate He to the Temple speedily resorted There left his hire and to the Priests reported Loe here I yeeld you backe the Price of Blood The man quoth he did never harme but good He whom I sold I know is Innocent A Righteous man from God a Saviour lent Your Eyes have seene his mighty Miracles Your Eares have heard his Gospels Oracles His words and life his Innocence expresse For who with sin can taxe him more or lesse Ah woe is me that I have liv'd the day For a base Bribe my Master to betray Looke thou said they to that for dy he shall Were he more Just to save us from a Fall For if he liv'd opinions would arise And Caesar then would stop our Sacrifice T is better that one dye than many fall That one miscarry then we perish all This policy the Jewish Church profest And the same course Great Babels whore possest As testifies her Hate to Protestants Whom for no cause shee calls Extravagants Excluding them from Romes Society Although one God they serve in Trinity But that she feares the Radiant Gospels Light With their New-man might quite expel the night Of Ignorance and Superstitious mists Which darken yet her roaming Romanists With bribing sale of Pardons meritorious Redeeming Flames to sinners most notorious For so that Whore her Lovers beares in hand If they bequeathe unto her Goods or Land Or Fight for her Croisadoes Liberty Under her guard they need not feare to dy She will appease like an Indulgent Mother Gods Justice though for murth'ring of a Brother But from the West returning to the East See here what rage seaz'd on the Traitours brest Judas distract with furious discontent By Satan and his Spirits Instrument Choller adust departed out of hand And wanting Grace his Passions to withstand He hang'd himselfe and to be markt the more The Lunaticke his waight downe headlong bore Till all his Bowels gusht to publique view And at his death such words as these did spew And shall I live quoth he a Traitour nam'd For selling guiltlesse Blood alwayes defam'd What hope of Rest when God doth me debarre Of inward Peace When he proclaimes me warre And lets those slaves which I was wont to tame Base Passions now to blacke my former Fame O let the Sea on me Christs quarrell wreake With vengeance with a Milstone at my necke Curst be the houre that ever I was borne I am undone My Wife all quite forlorne My Children must unpittyed vagabonds Range through the world my self in satans bonds For t