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Divine contentment, or, A medicine for a discontented man and a confession of faith, and other poems upon several subjects / by Edward Manlove ...
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Manlove, Edward, fl. 1667.
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murmur some do mourn Which maketh God their mercies to adjourn Wouldst thou have mercy seek to God and pray This murmuring doth God's mercy much delay When children struggle they are beaten worse Our sinful passions cause a heavy curse The Isralites by murmuring discontent Procur'd from God a heavy punishment They were rewarded for their peevishness They wandred long within the wilderness Then strive O man against thy discontent This evil spirit labour to prevent The world is such that men the more they have Are less content which makes them more to crave Doth Wealth increase the worldly mans desire Increaseth more this Oyle inflames the fire The heart of man triangular is found The world is very Circular and Round There is nothing man's soul can satisfie But God the Lord the Holy Trinity Then covet not much wealth strive for content Life is a vapour and is quickly spent Sometimes the Sun goes down before noon day Before old age grim death takes life away Sometimes the Sun of life sets presently Death doth approach the dawning Infancy Sometimes it is Eclipsed in the Womb The mothers belly doth the babe intombe Man's here to day to morrow he is gone Our winged Time goes very swiftly on Life is uncertain long it cannot last It is a wheel that 's running ever fast Man's life it is compared to a day Or to a Post that rideth fast away Our life is short long here we cannot stay And little will our charges here defray It is not far unto our journeys end And after death we need no more to spend If Farmers should great summes of money spend In Building when their terme is neer an end They would be deemed very indiscreet For building where they have no better right So he that doth immoderately give His mind to Wealth and hath short time to live May be accounted for a carnal man That slights his soul he is no Christian Then learn content for wealth cannot delay The Pangs of Death which take thy life away Sad thoughts and troubles often here attend A great Estate and terrour in the end T is not aboundance that a man enjoyes That is the thing wherein contentment lies An evil spirit haunts the Worldlings Chest So that the Miser cannot be at rest His heaps of Gold he strives to hide them sure He takes great care his Riches to secure His worldly wealth he labours to increase His anxious thoughts destroy his inward peace The World affordeth many pleasant things This Bee gives Honey but it often stings Within the Sunshine is the pleasant seat Yet it is troubled with the scotching heat Most men they do delight in dainty fare The Rich mans table often is his snare He quickly may ingulf himself too deep And drowned be within these waters sweet T is difficult to know how to abound Good Salve ill us'd may make a greater wound So many times mans great Prosperity Doth make him Proud and cause security And yet aboundance few mens hearts doth fill But many souls this Plurisy doth kill Then with a little learn to be content Srive to be good not to be eminent When Iacob for his Pillow had a stone And when his body lay the earth upon He sweetly slept and did enjoy his rest For Food and Rayment Iacob made request Doth wealth increase it doth increase thy cares And may thee draw into a world of snares Small Pinaces ride safe upon the Sea When storms and winds cast gallant Ships away Our Father Adam fell in Paradise Iob from the Dunghil had a glorious rise Strong Sampson slept securely on the lap O Dalilah that sought his life to trap The fawning world is worse then when it frownes The greatest cares attend the Richest Crownes When men grow rich their hearts begin to swell The sin of Pride in rich mens hearts doth dâ—â—â—ll Observe how mad men when the Moon declines Are quieter then when it 's in the prime When mens Estates are low and in the Waine They humble are and less mind worldly gain Then be contented with thy present lott If thou have less then others envy not A great Estate great envy to it drawes Men hate Superiours that 's the greatest cause When David kept his Father Iesse's sheep None did him envy none his life did seek But when he did enjoy a Kingly Crown Then envy sought to bring his Honour down An envious man he hath an evil Eye He hates to see good mens Prosperity Then be content seek not too high to mount The more thou hast the greater's thy account Trade for Gods Glory hast thou less or more Lay out thy money on this publick score Cast in thy Mite into this Treasury Improve thy Talent for Eternity Art thou exalted to a high degree Then in good Works man labour Rich to be Remember that thou art a Steward here Prepare thy self and make thy reckoning cleare Against thy Lord and Master call for it Thou must account for this thy Stewardship And when this great account is clearely past Then thou art free this reckoning is thy last Then what if thou some hardship here indure Death ends thy Hell and then thy Heaven 's sure Rich Dives did poor Lazarus disdain Who craved crumbs his life for to sustein And yet the doggs some pitty took on him As if those doggs had his Physitians been They lickt his sores when Lazarus did lie At Dives gate to beg his Charity But Lazarus he from sorrow soon was quit Here was his Hell he was releast from it And was by Angels carried clear away To Paradise where he shall be for aye But Dives was sent to the lowest Hell Where he with Divels shall for ever dwell And in his torments in the flaming fire A little water Dives did desire To cool it tongue but could it not obtain The damned must endure eternal pain He that would not afford the poor a crumb For water cryd to cool his burning tounge Observe Gods Justice upon wicked men That have no mercy he hath none for them And seek by prayer Gods Judgements to prevent Use well thy wealth and learn to be content â—t is a judgement for a man to have A great Estate and yet still more to crave The greedy man will never be content He cryes give give he 's alwaies indigent He eats and drinks and yet 's not satisfi'd This glutton hath a greedy appetite For avarice doth foster discontent â—t is a sin it is a punishment It is accounted for a secret curse For goods ill gotten makes the gainers worse The more they have the less they are content The more they crave the more 's their punishment For heaps of silver cannot satisfie Him that loves silver here 's his misery Then strive for grace and greatness set aside Be not content till sin be mortifi'd Though sin in the regenerate remain Yet sin in them doth never rule not reign Be not contented with thy natural state Gods Wrath pursues the Unregenerate
To all thy sons and chosen ones Of ' th misteries of Salvation Now in their hearts and inner parts Work by thy spirit in them Obedience that they from hence May live like holy men By thy Dominion overcome Their Enemies O Lord And to that end be pleas'd to send Thy spirit with thy word To good and bad we freewil had But now since Adam's fall It is not so to will or do We are unable all We are both dead and buried Till thou shalt us translate Till thou convert and bring the heart Into a gracious state Then shall we be for ever free From our old natures clogg And from the sin that we are in And freely serve our God And in a case that by his grace We shall have power and skill Both readily and spiritually Good works to do or will Yet still the breed of the old seed Of Unregeneration In us remains till mortal pains Remove our earthly station And we enjoy in heaven high The Saints felicity Then we shall be made fully free To do good perfectly In the mean time those that are thine And Heaven shall inherit O gracious Lord call by thy word And by thy holy spirit Out of the sin that they are in Into a state of grace Through Christ thy Son let it be done For thy own mercies sakè O Lord give light to blind give sight Remove their hearts of stone And hearts of flesh good and upright Lord give them in the Room Renew their wills and give them Grace By'd them renewed be Lord give them grace to grow apace For Lord thy grace is free And there is none but thee alone Can give this special grace Thou offerest it and mak'st us fit Thy offer to imbrace This is our case 't is thy free grace And thy free grace alone 'T is not for any grace in us That was foreseen or known Lord pierce our hearts and inner parts We are but passive all Let thy good spirit for thy sons merit Give us an innward call O Lord accept us thine elect Lord freely justifie Us thy poor Saints Lord hear our plaints Thy son for us did dye He paid the debt remov'd the lett He suffered for our sin O for his sake Lord pitty take We do rely on him Lord we beleive for sin we greive Lord help our unbeleif Let thy free Grace good Lord take place Thou sav'st the sinful theif Adopt us sons and set us free Us for thy children take Not for the works that we have done But for Christ Jesus sake Give us access to make address Unto the Throne of grace Let us repent cry and lament Our sad and sinful case O Lord accept do not reject Our Prayers and tears and cry Adopt us Heirs for thy sons sake Who for our sins did die Give us new hearts and better parts Then ere we had before Let sins dominion in us all Be weakned more and more Our several lusts destroy in us Corruptions mortifie Let us more practice Holiness And dayly sin destroy Let saving faith in us be wrought Good Lord most perfectly Let us into the way be brought Of true felicity Increase this grace in us apace O multiply it more This master grace deserves the place Increase it Lord therefore And let it work by love alwaies In us and every one Producing fruits of Holiness Faith never goes alone By word and Prayer and Sacraments Let it increased be Let us be justifi'd by it And sav'd eternally O Gracious Lord let us accord To all the truths that be Revealed in the written Word For all Posterity Lord let our hearts and inner parts By faith be purifi'd And by that Sword thy Holy Word Let sin be mortifi'd Give us desire with hearts intire To love thee cordially O give us grace that track to trace That leads to bliss and joy Some crumbs of comfort Lord we cravâ— Our faith is very weak We almost are brought to despair O let thy spirit speak A word of comfort to our hearts In this our misery Let us from hence have perfect sence Of our felicity We Agar like have lost our sight And now are in distress Remove the scales Lord give us light To see our happiness Lord we Repent and do lament Our infidelity O make our faith more evident Remove our malady The well of life it open lies Yet we no comfort find We water want for want of Eyes Our feares our Faith do blind Therefore O Lord grant unto us Assurance of Salvation O clear our states from all mistakes And free us from Damnation And when we such assurance have Grant we may carefully Preserve the same and praise thy name And live Religiously Thy Church and People Lord protect From all their Enemies Be graciâ—â—s is Lord to thine Elect Hear their complaints and cryes O bless the King and councel him His Royal Spouse direct And in her heart and every part True Holiness erect Lord bless Duke Iames let all his aims Be for thy Glory bent Bless all the Royal Family And guide the Parliament Remove the wicked from the King His godly Councel bless Establish Lord the Throne of him And his in Righteousness O fit us all both great and small To meet our Blessed Lord When he shall come and justly Doom And sentence all the world When he shall sit let us be quit And cleared from damnation By Faith in him that dy'd for sin To purchase our salvation Lord when this dreadful day will come To us it is unknown â—ts by decree and known to thee And unto thee alone Let 's watch and pray both night and day Therefore most fervently That Christ may say at that great day You have dealt faithfully You have well done O therefore come And enter into joy Receive a Crown with great renown Bliss and Felicity Lord hear our Prayers accept our Tears And pitty on us take Not for our worth which merits wrath But for Christ Jesus sake To Father Son and Holy Ghost By Angels and by men All Power and Glory be ascrib'd For ever more Amen An Epitaph upon the death of the Right Worshipful Anne Cokaine Widdow who Dyed the 29th of August 1664. By Edward Manlove Esq HEre lies inter'd one that deserv'd Great Honour Praise and Fame Who comely was and did surpass Most of her Noble Name In liberallity and Hospitallity This Lady did delight O Muses rise do not despise Her praises to indite Yea ring her knell her praises tell She humble was though great Her comly parts and humble heart Her prayses may compleat A comly Creature for form and feature Proper and tall of stature Noble by Birth lies in the earth Death conquer'd comly nature This Flower was cut down like Grass Which flourished many a day She quit the Stage in her old age Grimm Death took life away God call'd for her she made no stir But yeilded patiently She knew full well none need her tell All mortal men must die To Rich and Poor respect she bore She did no sort despise She patiently did live and die And so she clos'd her eyes Now in the Dust as all we must Ere long interred be This Lady is Lord bring to Bliss Her whole Posterity An Epitaph upon the Death of Mr. William Waine Vicar of ASHBORN Composed by Edward Manlove Esq SInce that pale death hath stopt the breath Of Learned William Wain Friends and Allies dry your wet eyes To Weep it is in vain He 's in the Dust where all men must Ere long interred be Whilst he liv'd here he did appear A Learned man to be Of judgement great tho not so neat In words as many are But for his parts in learned Arts With most he might compare Yet they can tell that knew him well He was not puff'd with Pride Nor soared high ambitiously But humbly liv'd and dy'd And in his Grave as in a Cave This learned Rabby lies Where he must stay till that great day That Christ shall say arise Then Learned Wain must rise again From dusty earth and Clay To judgement just as all men must And after live for aye Books newly Printed for Richard Mills at the Peste and Morter without Temble Bar. PAndion and Amphigenia or the History of the Coy Lady in large Octavo Divine Contentment or a Medicine for a Disconted man in small Octavo FINIS