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A91224	Mount-Orgueil: or Divine and profitable meditations raised from the contemplation of these three leaves of natures volume, 1. Rockes, 2. Seas, 3. Gardens, digested into three distinct poems. To which is prefixed, a poeticall description, of Mount-Orgueil Castle in the Isle of Jersy. By VVilliam Prynne, late exile, and close prisoner in the sayd Castle. A poem of The soules complaint against the body; and Comfortable cordialls against the discomforts of imprisonment, &c. are hereto annexed.	Prynne, William, 1600-1669.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Rockes improved.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Christian sea-card.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Christian paradise.; Prynne, William, 1600-1669. Comfortable cordials.	1641 (1641)	Wing P4013C; ESTC R231891	119,024	224

they lost before O let this arme us against all the feare Of death or grave and still us joy and cheare 12. When wee behold some tender bud or blade Nipt with the frost winds stormes to fall and fade So soone as shot forth wee may learne thereby How men oft times even in their infancie As soone as borne yea sometimes in the wombe Are nipt and cropt by death and to their Tombe Depart from hence so soone so suddainly As if they were borne onely for to dye Let younglings then as well as old prepare For death from which none un-exempted are 13. When as we view the bravest fairest flowers Cropt blasted withred vanisht in few houres We may therefrom contemplate how that wee By suddaine death oft blasted withred be Cropt off consumed in few minutes space Even in the flowre prime pride choyce vigour grace Of all our dayes when death from us did seeme The farthest off and we did not once dreame Of its approach A truth we daily see Which should teach youth for death prepard to be 14 The ripe fruits seedes which wee in gardens view Pluckt off and gathered clearly to us shew How men of ripe yeares are most commonly Pul'd off by death and so should looke to dye At least as soone as ripe if not before Sith then they stand neere unto grim deaths doore Whom if he spare to pull or shake downe they Will of themselves in short space fall away And drop into his mouth Let then all such Stand still prepar'd for death who doth them touch 15. Each seed fruits leafe flowre blossome we see fall Fade rot within our Gardens shew how all Mankinde must fade fall rot and dye like these Each in his time and perish by degrees And that no age sexe calling state is free From death to which they ever subject be And so should teach all to account each day Their last wherein they looke to passe away 16. Each Garden in the yeares foure seasons paints Forth to our eyes and us full well acquaints With mans foure ages which doe comprehend The whole race of his life untill it end In spring time they depaint our infancie And younger yeares in summer they descry Our youthfull flowring age In Autumne they Our riper yeares and drooping age display In winter when they shriveled naked are And all amort decayd they then declare Our old decrepid withred dying yeares When all within us dead nought fresh appeares Wee can no time then in our gardens be But wee our selves may there read know view see By contemplation in more compleat wise Than in all pictures painters can devise O let us view our selves in this bright glasse Each day and see there how our ages passe And slit away untill wee wither dye To mind us still of our mortality 17. Besides by meditation we may hence Behold mind know our state of innocence Before our fall since God did Adam place In Edens garden in a state of Grace And Innocence it both to keepe and dresse Where he not long enjoy'd this happinesse 18. Yea in our Gardens we may read and eye Our fall and state of sinne and misery Sith we in Edens Garden caught that fall Through Adams sinne which did undoe us all And plunge us into such a woefull state Of sinne and vice as makes God us to hate And daily spurres us unto all excesse Of horrid sinnes and monstrous wickednesse Which cast us headlong into hell and make Vs nought but fuell for that fiery Lake A dismall state indeed whose thought should rent Our stony hearts and cause them to relent 19. But not dispaire sith in this very place Christ hath restored us to a state of grace Of which it minds us all sad hearts to cheare And us from our collapsed state helpe reare For as Christ in a Garden was betrayd And dead there in a new sepulcher laid So did he there from death rise up againe And thereby rais'd up all his chosen traine From their lost lapsed to a blessed state Of grace and glory O then celebrate And ever blesse praise love serve Christ who thus Hath rais'd redeem'd restor'd exalted us And let each Garden put us still in mind Of these three states belonging to mankind Without whose perfect knowledge view and sight We cannot know God nor our selves aright 20. Each weed which wee in gardens see to grow Our sinfull state and seedes of vice us shew Both from mans fall in Eden first did spring And sighs groanes teares should from our hard hearts wring 21. We see the fattest Garden ground still breeds The largest rankest bryers nettles weedes So greatest sinnes crimes vices usually In men of greatest parts wit dignity And in the richest persons Natures grow Not in the vulgar meaner sort below The pregnant wits best Natures voyd of grace Are greatest sinnes crimes vices common place O trust not then to Nature parts or wit Which if true grace controll not are but fit To breed those rankest weedes which overgrow Them in short space and worke their overthrow 22. That fruitfulnesse and great variety Of good and usefull fruits plants herbes we eye In Gardens minds us of that fruitfulnesse Those usefull vertues graces they expresse Which should still grow and flourish in mankind In whom alas we them most rarely find What shall our gardens fruitfull usefull be Stor'd with all good fruits herbes rootes and yet wee Be barren fruitlesse void of vertue grace And nought but lust vice weeds in us have place O shame O sinne let gardens teach us then Now to prove fertile good and gracious men 23. Each Gardens glorious lustre in the spring And Summer time sets forth mens flourishing Gay prosperous worldly State which carnall eyes And hearts most part doe over love and prize Without good reason sith within one howre It oft-times fades and withers like a flowre How many see wee great rich in good plight At morning base poore wretched dead ere night In thrones to day adorned with a Crowne In chaines ere morning slaine or quite put downe All times and stories seale this truth be wise Then now and learn this worlds pompe to despise 24. The suddaine blasts and winters which befall Our Gardens and decay or strip of all Their lustre beauty flowers fruits represent Unto our eyes and minds that discontent Diseases crosses losses which oft blast Decay consume dry up spoyle and lay wast Mens bodies fortunes states and in short space Leave them weake naked in most wretched case A truth we daily see Let none then blesse Himselfe or trust in worldly happinesse Which every crosse storme sicknesse will decay And when our winter comes will fade away 25. The Garden flowers wee see each yeare to dye And last not many Months the brevity Of mans fraile life demonstrates to our sight In

Out of Rockes sides which sweete refreshment bring To Man and Beast whose Thirst they quench and stay Their bodies bathe and wash their filth away Thus from our Rocke Christ and his pierced side Such pearelesse Streames of Blood and Water glide To save bathe clense refresh all broken Hearts And quench hell flames with Sathans fiery Darts As farre surpasse the purest Streames that flow From all the Rockes or Fountaines here below And now me thinks the Rock in wildernesse Whence streames of waters gushed to redresse And quench the Peoples Thirst when Moses Rod It smote and pierced by command from God Yea every Rock whence Cristall waters spring A lively Picture was and is to bring Our Rocke Christ to our Mindes and to present Him to our eyes and Hearts with great content From whose pierc'd Hands and side with Nayles and Speare Whole Streames of precious Blood and waters cleare Did sweetely flow Gods wrath to quench allay His peoples Thirst and wash their sinnes away We neede not then a Crucifixe to bring Christ to our Mindes sith every Rocke and Spring That flowes from thence doth in more lively wise Present Christ and his Passion to our Eyes Let Papists then behold their painted stickes Each Rocke to me shall be a Crucifixe As God hath made it and shall teach me more Than all the Pictures of the Roman Whore Which are meere Idoll heathenish vanities And teach nought else but Errors Sinnes and Lies 7. Rockes yeeld a pleasant shade against the Heate The scorching Sun and Storms that on Men beate Which sweete Refreshment to the weary brings And cooles them more than any limpid Springs Christ our Rocke is a sweete refreshing shade Against all Heates that scorch all sinnes that lade His Saints whose weary Sinne-burnt Soules can gaine No rest but in his shade which ends their paine Yea fills them with such Peace Ioy Chearefulnesse That they an Heaven here on Earth possesse O let us still abide in this blest shade Where-with our soules are eas'd and happy made 8. The Holes and Clifts in Rockes to which Men flye In times of Danger for Security Paint out the Holes Clifts wounds in Christs pierc'd side Feete Hands wherein our Soules may safely hide Themselves against all stormes that Devils Hell World flesh or Sinne can raise up them to quell O let us to these blessed Holes Clifts flye For Shelter and in them both live and dye Yea let each Hole and Clift which we espie In Rocks present Christs wounds Holes to our Eye And so imprint them in our Hearts and Minde That they may still sweete Solace in them finde 9. Rockes seldome weare or waste but last and know No changes while Things Seas still ebbe and flow About them So our Rocke Christ lasts for aye Without all Change both yesterday to day And still the same for all eternitie When all things else decay waxe old and dye Friends Parents Kindred Goods Lands Cities States Kings Kingdomes yea the world have all their Fates Falls Changes Periods and doe passe away Whiles Christ our Rocke stands firme at the same stay No change age death can on him seaze or lite He still continues in the selfe-same plight O let us then make Him our onely stay Friend Treasure Portion who thus lasts for aye Then when all Friends Helpes Stayes Hopes else faile He Alone more than all these to us will be Oh prize Him most who doth all else excell And still remaines when they bid us farewell 10. Rockes are to Men the strongest safest Fence Fort Refuge in all Dangers and from hence Most Castles Townes Forts on them setled ar Which guard whole Kingdomes both in Peace and war To these men in all places use to flye For ayde and shelter in extremitie And is not Christ our Rocke the strongest Mound The safest refuge of his Saints who found Their Forts strength fafty upon Him and flye To him alone in all their Miserie Where they in safty live and dare defie Both Men and Devils with securitie O let us then on Him alone repose Our Soules who will protect them from all foes 11. Doves Eagles Conies Fish in Rockes doe breed Build dwell and hide themselves Christs chosen seede In Him alone breed build dwell live and hide From all such Perills as shall them betide Let this their wisedome teach all others grace In this Rock Christ their Strength Nests Homes to place 12. Rockes have no outward forme nor comelinesse To make them lovely Scripture is expresse That Christ our Rocke had none whence most despise Him whiles they view Him but with carnall Eyes And yet as Rockes though ragged vile and bare In outward forme containe within them rare And precious Jewels Stones Mines of all Kinds So though our Rocke Christ unto carnall Minds In outward shew seemes base yet in Him lye The richest Treasures Mines Gems hid from eye O judge not then by out side since corse skinne And rags oft times have Treasures Pearles within Whiles guilded Outsides like a painted Grave Nought else but Dust Drosse Dung within them have 13. Rockes fence the Land against the raging Seas Which else would swallow it with speed and ease So Christ defends his Church and feeble Sheepe Gainst Devills Tyrants Wolves who else would sweepe Them cleane away and speedily devoure If not protected by his Mighty Power O give Him then the praise of this sweete Grace Who thus preserves us safe in every place 14. Rockes oft times Harbours make for Ships to ride In safty both from Pirats Stormes winds Tide So Christ our Rocke an Harbour is to all Who flye to Him and for helpe on him call In all their Troubles where they may repose Themselves in safty maugre Stormes or Foes 15. Rockes through the world neare hand dispersed lie For Men to flye too in extremitie Christ in all places is still neare at hand A Rocke to shield and guard his chosen Band In all their Dangers and perplexities Thrice happy he who in him fenced lies 16. God well accepted in most gratefull wise And by some wonder grac'd the Sacrifice Which holy Men upon bare Rockes did lay And offer to him not on Altars gay Thus God those Praises Almes Teares Prayers Cryes A Christians best and onely Sacrifice Doth most regard and them alone approve Which laid on Christ our Rocke doe from Him move And mount to Heaven sweetned with the fume Of his rich Odors which their stincke consume 17. Altars of old were built on Rockes to shew That we no Altar else but Christ should know And that all Altars Offerings must proceede From Him or else they le stand us in no steede Those Altars then are built but on the Sand And sure to fall which on Christ doe not stand As

and hide Through Faith that they may be no more espide If thus we thinke learne doe by what we see From day to day thrice happie shall we be 6. The springing Tide which by degrees doth flow To Full-Sea marke and then by steps falls low With ships first built then lanch'd next rigd then sent And put to Sea till they be wreckt or spent Paint out Mans birth growth age death to our sight With all those Floodes Ebbes changes that doe lite Upon him from the wombe unto his Urne Where he meere dust shall unto dust returne 7. The Arke of old which on the floods did floate And saved Noah with each Shippe and boate Which crosse the Seas and those in safty keepe That in them saile when others in the deepe Depriv'd of these are drowned sweetely shew To us Gods Churches State which here below On this worlds Sea doth safely floate and ride Though tost and torne with Tempests Windes and tide And saves all such as in her saile and stay When all without are drown'd and cast away Let this induce us in Christs Church to dwell Live dye for feare we drowne and sinke to Hell 8. The vastest Sea is bounded and obeyes The Lawes and Edicts which God on its layes As well as smallest springs or streames How then Dare greatest Monarches Princes Kings or Men Themselves deeme boundlesse lawlesse and exceede The bankes and Lawes which God to them decreed Let sencelesse Seas now teach them to containe Within due Bounds and not to over-straine 9. When Seas through winds or stormes doe overflow Or breake their bankes great mischiefes losses grow From thence to men and Beasts which then are drown'd And all such places which they doe surround When Kings or great ones out of Avarice Pride Lust Ambition or some other vice Out-swell or breake the bounds which God hath set A Flood of woes and mischiefes they beget Wherein they drowne themselves and many more And then too late their dismall Fates deplore Let Kings and Grandees then take speciall heede How they their fined Bounds breake or exceede 10. The Sea below doth ever flow Ebbe move As God himselfe doth steare it from above So men on Earth their thoughts words acts should frame And Guide as God above directs the same 11. Now waters ever stinke or putrifie Whiles they within their Channels move and lie But once remov'd out of their proper place Or let lye still they stinke and lose their grace Thus men doe seldome rot in sinnes lusts vice Whilst they their honest calling exercise And keepe within their Compasse But if they Grow idle lazie or begin to stray Out of their fixed Stations in short space They rot and stinke in Sinnes to their disgrace O then beware of sleepe and idlenesse Which rot and Slay the Soules they once possesse 12. When I perceive the Seas sweete flowing tyde Upon the drie Sands shores to creepe steale glide By senselesse steps untill it drowne them quite It represents unto my thoughts minde sight Howsinnes and vices by degrees creepe grow On men till they them drowne and overflow O then let all their first progresse withstand Else they will them soone drowne as Seas doe Land Nay worse since flowing Seas still Ebbe againe And leave the Sands dry Sinnes still flow and gaine On Men and drowne them each day more and more They know no Ebbes but flow and ne're give o're 13. The Ebbing Sea which all its filth behinde Leaves on the shore should put all men in minde How their Ebbes and afflictions should still make Them all their filth of sinne quite to forsake Which being once cast up upon the shore Must never be resumed by them more 14. When I behold Our Females wash away With water all blacke spots of Inke Soote Clay Which on their faces fall by accident I wonder much and cannot but lament To see some spot their faces studiously With Anticke Patches of a Sable dye Should God himselfe their visage thus bespot They would repute it an uncomely Blot A great dishonor and use all their skill To cure or hide such blacke spots Moles as ill How dare they then use Artificiall spots Which they if native would repute for blots And deeme a blemish to their beauty nay A sad ill Omen May I not then say These spots are not the spots of Gods Children Which make them odious to God and good Men Who love no spots since Christ his blood out-shed To clense his chosen from all Spots and dread Wash off renounce these Satan Spots least He Them Satans Spots adjudge and you to be His marked Vassals not his owne washt traine Sith such blacke spots upon your face remaine To weare white Linnen spotted is disgrace What is it then to weare a spotted Face And that in Gods owne presence Certainely It cannot but be sinne or infamie A Spotlesse Soule abhorres a spotted Face Which where all 's cleane within can have no place By Christs owne verdict so that all may feare Inward uncleannesse where such spots appeare Which spring no doubt from Pride lust wantonnesse Or following great Vaine Persons antique Dresse The Sea which hates spots shall in judgement rise Against all who with spots their Fronts disguise 15. The flowing Seas which seeme to kisse embrace The shore in lovely sort yet in short space Recoile againe and leave it naked dry And faster from than to it use to flye Paint out in lively sort before our Eyes Those hollow hearted friends unconstant guise Who in the flood of Mens prosperity Can hugge embrace protest to live and die Together with them But as soone as they Begin to Ebbe and their estates decay Forthwith retire and in post from them flye Leaving them naked in their misery This is the common friendship now adayes Wherein true Friends deserve both love Crownes praise Who still sticke closest in adversity And then draw nearest when all others flye 16. Few put to Sea or come a shore but when It flowes not Ebbes which Character that Men Delight to swim still in prosperity And flowing streames shunning adversity With Ebbes of Fortune though the Schoole of grace And vertue which in full Seas scarce finde place For as the flowing Sea still runnes amaine Towards the Earth and never turnes againe Till Ebbes recall it So prosperities Encreasing Flood mens hearts minds loves carries Still towards Earth and worldly things below Drowning all Graces vertues that should grow Within them till some crosse Ebbes which befall Them their hearts thoughts affections quite recall From Earth and worldly things to things above Turning the streame of their desires hearts love To God and grace above the Port But End To which our Thoughts Acts motions should still tend O happy Ebbes which mount our soules on high And them translate from Earth