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Divine poems written by Thomas Washbourne ...; Poems. Selections
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Washbourne, Thomas, 1606-1687.; Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696?
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to preserve in me a constant motion Of fervent Zeal to thee and pure devotion That all my thoughts words actions may prove There is no passion half so strong as Love A passion is 't a divine vertue rather Which from a Deity springs and calls God Father Yea Love is God and God is love O then Adore but not profane it with thy pen The Eccho or Answer of a good Conscience WHat 's a good Conscience Eccho canst say Ay. Say then and what 't is manifest A feast Where is 't i' th' Understanding wholly O lye Is it then Eccho in my brest My rest Rest is'â—â—rom pain or sin say whether Either If both 'T is heaven on earth a Saints bliss Yes Is 't in our own or others powers Ours O then a jewel 't is rich and bright Right Then tell me how shall I come by it Buy it If Gold will buy 't Gold I 'l provide O wide If Gold will not what else will do it Do it Is 't not enough that I believe well Live wel Dos't not consist in good affections Actions To get it are good works the best way Ay. How long must this be my endeavour Ever A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Concerning the JOYES of HEAVEN And the PAINES of HELL DAMON PHILLIS Phillis DAmon Is 't true or do they fain Who say that we shall live again After w' are dead Dam. Philis 'T is so That thou and I and all must go To another world where we In endless Joyes or Pains must be Phillis Damon I prethee Damon tell How call'st thou it Dam. Heaven or Hell Phillis What is Heaven Damon say Damon A place where all the year is May Where every bird doth sit and sing Continually as in the spring Where are alwaies to be seen Flowry meadows pastures green Where many springs and fountaines meet As Chrystal cleer as hony sweet Rich flocks whose fleeces are of gold And whose flâ—sh never wil grow old But the Ewe is as tender there As the new fallen Lamb is here The shepherd needs not watch to keep Either from wolfe or beat his sheep No beast comes there that 's fierce or wild They are all innocent and mild No grief nor want amongst them found But all are wel and safe and sound Our Roundelayes harsh discords be Unto their sweetest harmonie Beyond the musick of the spheares O thou wouldst wish to be all ears Our feasts if we to theirs compare Not feasts but rather fasts they are Their food so ful yet without waste O thou wouldst wish to be all taste Phil. O happie place be thou my guide That I may ever there abide But once more Damon prethee tell What is that place thou callest Hel Dam. A dismal place where is no light 'T is alwaies winter alwaies night Where vultures feed on men and where The Scretch-owle cryeth all the year The ground with flames is parcht about Like those mount Etna sendeth out No flowers nor wholesome herbs are seen Not any that are sweet or green Grow in that soile which nought else breâ—ds But hemlock and such poisonous weeds Which who so tastes he soon goes sad And thorow deep despaire runs mad No fountain but one standing ditch Whose water is as black as pitch Bitter as gall so foul doth stink That you may smeâ—'t before you drink But if you drink it poisons you And makes you black as it self too There be no sheep but goats whose hair Doth like bores bristles wildely stare They 're old and tough and monstruous evil Fit meat for none but for the divel Pandora's box there opened first Hath made the place e're since accurst With all diseases which do stil Much torment cause yet never kil Th' inhabitants there never dye But in quenchlesse fire they fry Their best musick is the groans And howlings of the damned ones In stead of feasting on good meat The worm of conscience doth them eate Like Tantalus fruit they may see Yet never taste but starved be Phil. O wretched place be thou my guide That I may never there abide Upon the peoples denying of Tythes in some places and ejecting their Pastors THe shepherd heretofore did keep And watch the sheep Whiles they poor creatures did rejoyce To hear his voice But now they that were us'd to stray Do know the way So perfectly that they can guide The shepherd when he goes aside To pay the tenth fleece they refuse As shepherds dues They know a trick worth two of that They can grow fat And wear their fleece on their own back But let him lack Meat drink and cloth and every thing Which should support and comfort bring What silly animals be these Themselves to please With fancies that they nothing need But safely feed Without the shepherds careful eye When lo they die E're they be ware being made a prey Unto the wolfe by night and day Besides they 're subject to the ror And God knowes what Diseases more which they endure And none can cure But the shepherds skilful hand In need they stand Of his Physick and his power To heale and help them every houre The danger set before their eyes Let them be wise Not trusting to their own direction Nor protection But to his rod his staffe submit His Art his wit For every sore a salve hath found And wil preserve them safe and sound The souls wish O How I long to be dissolv'd and see This mortal put on immortalitie Me thinks each day 's a yeer each year 's an age Til I arrive at that most glorious stage Of heaven where Saints and Martyrs gazing on Look if I tread the same steps they have gone But I like Drake so great a compasse take About the world such strange Meanders make That they have got the goal in shorter space Then I have been in running half my race So have I seen a christal streame to glide In various windings by a meadowes side Making a thousand paces 'bout the shore Which in a strait line had not been twelve score O my deer God cast down those banks of sin That interrupt my soul from running in An even channel to thy Sanctuary Ad wings unto my feet which soon may carry Unto her Ark my Dove-like Spirit blest By being fixt i' th' center of all rest Upon Christs coming to judgment LOrd when thou com'st to judg the world with right Thou 'st steale upon us like a thief i' th' night Or like a flash of lightning from the skie Or like the suddain twinkling of an eye Or like the pains on woman much about The time when once that her account is out O let me like to that good husband watch Lest that the thâ—ief me unprepared catch O let thy Grace be evermore my light That th' other lightning may not me affright O let mine eye be ever fixt on thee That thy last coming I with joy may see O let me cast up my accounts so well That I may never feel the pains of