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Divine Poems by Edmund Elis ...; Poems. Selections
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Elys, Edmund, ca. 1634-ca. 1707.
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All my Raiment's torn I dare not Come My Feet I have defil'd this Morn They 'l Foul thy Roome But Thee LORD I 'le put on So Thou shalt be The Wedding-Garment Bridegroome Feast to Me That which I do I allow not for what I would that do I not but what I hate that do I Rom. 7. 15. 1. MY Mind keeps out the Host of SIN Sense lets 'em in I' th' Phant'sie as i' th' Trojan Horse They Hide their Force Till Opportunity they find To Sally and Subdue the Mind 2. My Childish Soul oft Cries for what It straight doth Hate My Lusts which Reason should Controul War 'gainst my Soul And having got the Victory Bring me into Captivity 3. My Love against My Will is hurl'd Upon the World I See not in the Dark I know Not what I Do When Sin besets me so befool'd I hate to do even what I would 4. O when shall my lost Soul Obtain Her Selfe again To Act Her own Hate and Desire O Sacred FIRE Refine My Heart and that it be Kept Pure O LORD I give it Thee The SOUL's Lethargy Or No Sense of SIN 1. MY Soul Sin-smitten feels no Blow Struck down She 's in a Swoun Thus wrong'd She can't Complain She lies Astonied can't Call on The GOD of Her Salvation To help her up again 2. I 'm Sick because I have no Pain My Sore That 's now Skinn'd ore Will Putrify I fear My Soul hath lost Her Vital Heat True Zeal Her Pulse gives ore to Beat As if her Death were near 3. Mine Eyes are ope to Weep not See My Mind Untranc'd I find Pierc'd with a Fiery Dart Ah! now I am Awak't again My Sense serves but to feel my Pain Fresh Sorrow gripes my Heart 4. Lo Gracious JESU lo How Sick am I How like to Die Maim'd by the Host of Hell Let but the Prince of Darkness Flye Before the Lustre of Thine Eye I 'le View Thee and be well Her House is the way to Hell leading down to the Chambers of Death Prov. 7. 27. HER House is the next way to Hell Satan's Strong-Hold the Furies Cell There 's Venom in her Sweetest Breath Her Tempting Hair 's the Snare of Death The Flaming Beauty of Her Eyes Is but the Devil's Sacrifice Her looks are Gaudy but not Fine Her Clearest Beauties Blaze not Shine O go not after her Refrain From seeking that whose Loss is Gain Vain Joyes like Shades Fly when Embrac'd Such Paint when Toucht is straight Defac'd Such Sweets of Love let me Decline They are but Poyson Drunk in Wine Lusts sparkling Flame to Wild-Fire turns Such Boistrous Heat warms not but Burns Beware the Siren when She Sings Bees full of Honey have their Stings CHRIST's Death 1. THis day Prest with our Sins the MOST HIGH Fell Least he should Feed on Us Christ Satiates Death With his own Bloud Quenching the Flames of Hell Enkindled by the Fire of 's Fathers Wrath. To make Atonement for our Sins GOD Dies Our Jesus is GOD Priest and Sacrifice 2. Lo how the hasty Jews cry Crucifie Lo how they judge the Holy One to Death Whose Attribute is Immortality Lo how they murther Him who gave them Breath The King of Glory suffers Shame and He That Made the World is Hang'd upon a Tree 3. Lo how they Naile unto the Cross His HANDS Who Spans the Heavens how his Feet they Pierce Who over Hell and Death Triumphant stands Whose boundless Presence fills the Universe How the ALMIGHTY ev'ry Varlet scorns Lo He by whom Kings Reign is Crown'd with Thorns 4. And now the Souldier with his Cruel Spear Dares Pierce the Side of the blest Prince of Peace His Torments are so great as Man can bear The Angry God-head will not make them less When he thought that stood off Grief fill'd his Heart Curst Sin for which GOD and CHRIST seem'd to Part 5. He Bow'd his head on which so Heavy lay The Sins of Adam and all Adam's Seed Which by his Death He did Revive this Day To heal our wounded Souls his Limbs did Bleed Lord I believe let me partaker be Of Thy Deaths Power that I may Live to Thee CHRIST'S RESURRECTION 1. OUR LORD is Risen and the Powerful Grave Holds him no longer He hath made his way Even through the Gates of Death that He might save His Heav'nly Flesh from turning into Clay The Grave knew not whom he had taken when He saw who 't was he let Him out agen 2. Upon this Day the SUN's Creator Rose And the Eternal LIFE came from the Dead He that made Ours did His blest Eyes Unclose And saw the Place where his own Corps were lay'd Death Conquer'd thus He lay'd his Grave-Cloaths by As Trophees of his Signal Victory 3. I know not whether may more strange be thought For GOD to Die or MAN to Rise agen Our Holy JESUS made both True He Fought The Lion Death even in the Grave his Den And thus he Enter'd the Strong Bounds of Fate Not as Led Captive but to Captivate 4. The King of Terrors now has lost his Power And is become a Servant unto all Who will but imitate their SAVIOUR Who made a Triumph of his Funerall And now Hee 's up me thinks I hear him Say To all that Die in Him Rise come away Christ's ASCENTION 1. VVHo on the Water Walk't now Climbs the Air And without Dying thus He goes to Heaven Although His Habitation now be there Yet we on Earth are not of Him bereaven He 's like those Lights which in the Skies appear Though there His Body be His Raies are here 2. Now He 's Ascended up on high lo He Gives us His Hand that we may get up too By Him our Strength we VValk our Light we see He makes us Able Shews us vvhat to Do To Heaven Hee 's gone for us there to Provide Blest they whose GOD's their Harbinger and Guide 3. Look up My Soul and with blest STEPHEN See Thy JESUS Standing on th' right hand of God And then think Earth too meane a Place for thee VVhom He Redeem'd with his most pretious Blood Sweet JESU Thou vvast pleas'd to Buy me Come I 'm not the World 's but Thine and Fetch Me Home The Loyns of the Minde Girded or An Holy Vow THere is a GOD My Soul how durst thou Stray Thou 'lt Meet His Vengeance if thou go this way Return Return lo this Path seems too Broad Here Many goe the VVay to Heaven's no Road My Soule put on thy Garments Gird them fast 'T will make thee Comely thus to go Straight-lac't And now I am Resolv'd in spight of Hell And my False Heart I 'le still strive to Do well In all my Warfare I 'le Hold fast My SHIELD Then Satan Do thy worst I le win the Field Sinful Dreams 1. THE Prince of Darkness loves to Fight Our Souls by Night That Black Old Serpent often Creeps Ore one that Sleeps As Vipers often Crawle upon Men Sleeping in the Shade at
DIVINE POEMS BY EDMVND ELIS Master of Arts and Fellow of Baliol Colledge in Oxford Epist. ad 1 Cor. C. 3. V. 18. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} LONDON Printed by T. Lock for the use of the Author MDCLIX TO THE READER READER DO not expect to have an account why I set forth these Poems again If thou shalt like them thou wilt not doubt but I had Reason sufficient to make them as publike as I could If thou art one of those Vain Fellowes that scorn and deride them to tell thee the reason I had for it would be no other then to talk of Colours to a Blinde Man or of Sounds to one that is Deaf If any man wonder that I thus incurr the Censures of People let him know That if my Heart do not starngely deceive me I would rather expose my self to the continual Aspersions of the Foulest Mouths or be in danger of Death it self then neglect any Opportunity of doing God such service as J doubt not but I shall by my further Publication of these my Vn-worldly and most Retir'd Imaginations which being composed in Meetre will I suppose sute the better with the Genius of some and be the apter to insinuate and work themselves deep into the Memories of all that read them And now Reader if thou bee'st a CHRISTIAN indeed I shall intreat thee by all the Love that thou owest to Him that was CRUCIFIED for thy sake that thou wouldst Oppose with all thy Might that Vain Spirit of Foolish Talking and Writing which is gone abroad into the World to the great Dishonor of HIS Name who has told us that we shall give an account of every idle word And here I cannot but Exclaim aloud to Thee and all True CHRISTIANS against some of Mr. COWLEY's Verses particularly that Part of his Book which hee entitles THE MISTRESS in which there are several Expressions so provoking to Speculative Lust and uncleanness that I can't conceive how a CHRISTIAN that casts his Eye on them can think otherwise then that the Author did either Forget that There is a GOD or that 't is Sinful to be Lascivious What Prophaneness also is this Author guilty of who uses these Sacred Words HEAVEN DEITY DIVINE PRESENCE FAITH c. to set forth his Dissolute Amorous Conceptions Let any man of Common Reason judge whether the Mindes of any Readers Vitiously inclin'd and such surely are all those that delight in those POEMS be not as apt to be wholly Debauch't and Corrupted by a Work of this Nature as those mens Bodies are to take Infection when they are amongst sick folke who are already dispos'd to the Disease Alas alas Are not men apt enough of themselves to be Vain in their imaginations Must the Froath and Vanity of wanton Mindes bee wrought up and increased by the VVit and Studies of such Learned Persons and those owning the Name of CHRISTIANS O Tempora O Mores I know very well what an Heavy Burthen of Anger and Hatred J am like to Vndergo for VVriting thus against a Book so generally Applauded But whilst J Depend upon GOD as J hope J shall ever do J shall not sink under it VVhenever J am Rail'd on if J Hear not of it 't is Nothing to Me if J do 't is the Object of My Patience the Exercise whereof is the Delight of My Soul As for such Censures as These That I Envy Mr. COWLEY the Great Name Hee has of a POET c. My Answer is l am so far from endeavouring to Detract from His Personal Reputation that I shall openly confess I should be more Impudent indeed then many Virulent Tongues have Pronounced me if I should not Acknowledge Him to be one of the most Learned and Ingenious Persons that ever J knew to have Written an English Verse For my part I confess I had never the True Art of Poetry I had once some Inclination towards it which for want of Vse I have now lost As for those few Verses J have Printed J have still the same Opinion of most of them that J had at first but some EPIGRAMS J confess J finde upon serious Consideration to be such as to the Matter with the Expression that if any man Vpbraid mee with them J shall be ready to say Pudet haec opprobria nobis c. Reader Farewell And Looke narrowly into what thou readest in these ensuing Leaves which if thou dost J doubt not but thou wilt find the Author such a one as neither Courts thy Applause nor Fears thy Censures Man that is born of a Woman is of few dayes and full of trouble Job 14. 1. 1. OUR Time 's still Flying and we all make hast To Live our last We Come into the World to See 't and then Go out agen We are born Crying and we spend our Breath In Sighs till Death Our Life is but a Toyle ere we can Trie What course of Life is best 't is time to Die 2. The Merchant wasts himself with fretting Cares With Hopes and Feares And when his Baggs are fill'd his Last Day comes He leaves his Summes When he would joy in what his Pains have got Straight he is not By all the Care wherein his Life is spent Perhaps he gets a Costly Monument 3. The Scholar bends his Curious Thoughts to find What is the Mind He studies to Know Good but seldome Does The Good he Knowes Some winding up their wit to an High Straine Have crackt their Braine He that 's most Learned onely comes to this To Know at last how Ignorant he is 4. The Ranting Gallant weares out Time and Cloathes To learn New Oathes He scorns to take Affron's but thinks it Brave To be Hell's Slave The Coontrey Farmer's thinking night and day Of Corn and Hay But Hawkes and Houndes are for the better sort Who lose their Time in Seeking of their Sport 5. In ev'ry Action whatsoe're it is Something 's amiss We ne're observe a Mean we Run and Sweat Or can't get Heat Some Bitterness still interrupts our Joyes Or Too much Cloyes Our Choicest Comforts are inlay'd with Fears And all our Pleasures Sprinkled o're with Tears 6. Amid'st this Trouble here 's My Hope that I Shall shortly Die Our Time Ore-cast with Sorrow soon Decaies Like Winter-Dayes W' are Pilgrims here on Earth This is our VVay No Place of Stay The VVay's unpleasant Come Death be My Friend And bring Me quickly to My Journey's-End Preparation to the H. Communion 1. FArewell Beloved Sins I must be gone Nay hold I must Ah! how I Sigh and Sob and moane To leave each Lust I must not Live so Loose as heretofore My Father Sayes that I shall Play no more 2. He that made Wint and Corne would have us Dine VVith Him to day VVhere we shall See our Soul's SUN shine And hear Him Say Here take my Flesh and Blood come Drink and Eate To get You BREAD what Drops once did I Sweate 3. But oh Dear JESU