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A00012
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Ioseph, or, Pharoah's fauourite; Joseph.
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Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?
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1623
(1623)
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STC 1001; ESTC S118664
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not in their machinations Who in their Wrath the Sichemites slew all And in their Fury digged downe a wall Curst be their wrath for it was voyd of shame And Fiercenesse which was cruelly to blame Lo I their seede in Iacob will diuide And them abroad in Israel scatter wide Iudah is next whom all his brethren praise Thine hand be in thine enemies necke alwayes Thy Fathers Children thee shall stoupe before Lo Iudah like a Lyons whelpe shall rore My sonne comes like a Lion from the spoile Who laid him downe and couch'd himselfe awhile Eu'n like a Lion or a Lionesse Who dares awake him from his sleepinesse The Scepter from his race shall neuer start Nor a Law giuer from his feete depart Till the Messias come who to him shall By his great powre the Nations gather all Lo he shall binde his Foale vnto the Vine His Colt vnto the Branch His Cloke in Wine Is washt His Cloths with bloud of grapes bedight Eyes red with wine His Teeth with milke are white The Sea-Haun's Zabulon shall dwell beside And 's Border eu'n to Sidon shall diuide Like a strong Asse shall Isachar couch low Betweene two burthens And for he doth know That rest is good in such a pleasant Land Shall stoupe and be anothers to command Dan shall be Iudge and one of Israels Tribes A serpent by the way him well describes Or Adder in the path horse-heeles to gall Vntill he make the rider backward fall To be a Iudge's a dangerous Vocation Lord I haue waited long for thy Saluation An host of men God downe in warre shall cast Yet they shall ouer-come him at the last Aser from fattest Lands his bread shall bring And shall enioy eu'n pleasures for a King Napthalim is as nimble as the hind But fauour seekes with pleasing words to finde Ioseph's like plant by well whose boughs are small Yet run vp flourishing vpon the wall With shooting many Archers haue him harm'd And with sharpe Darts to 's hindrance him disarm'd But he stands fast his armes are made so strong By God to whom all strength and powre belong His glory all his Brethrens doth excell And hee 's become a stone in Israel His Fathers God shall helpe him from aboue And the Almightie with his Blessings proue With Blessings that from hight and depth shall come With Blessings of the Breasts and of the Wombe To thee thy Fathers Blessings be more strong Then those that doe from mine to me belong From th' vtmost hils they light on Iosephs head That from his Brethren once was seuered Beniamin like a Wolfe shall spoile The prey He shall diuide by night and eate by day Thus Iacob of each seuerall prophecide What should to their Posteritie betide Some call it his last will Then to them all He dying spake these words in generall We all are Pilgrims on the way our home Is Heau'n as all men enter by the Wombe So through the Gate of Death we all must driue Before we at this Citie faire arriue Lusts of our youth Infirmities of age Make few and ill our daies of Pilgrimage All spend like Lamps some blowne out with a blast Some waste some melt some hold out till the last Like fruit all blow bud grow greene ripe then fall Bud blossome greene or ripe we perish all And turn'd to dust are vnder Deaths subiection In Graue vntill the day of Resurrection Eu'n as our ages so we change our minde For those things we doe most delightfull finde To Child-hood Youth disdaines our Youth-full fires Accord not with our riper yeares desires old-Old-age in none of all the three delights The reason 's plaine we serue our appetites Truth and Religions path we leaue to treade And follow as our Lusts and Pleasures leade Which alter with our bodies constitutions And these are sensuall beastly resolutions But who doth his affections measure by Right rules of Reason and of Pietie Them neuer alters but is still the same All tending to the glory of Gods name No change of state age health wealth constitution Can alter such desires and resolution This Life 's a minute to Eternitie Like mite vnto the Globes immensitie Like droppe compard vnto the Ocean Maine Yet here we either all must lose or gaine Vpon this mite droppe minute doth depend All Blisse we aye continue as we end All Gods most gracious glorious promises But types and Shadowes are of future Blesse Phari on Land vs to the Port to light And guide our Barkes through worlds darke misty night In all our voiage through worlds Ocean-wast Are many Rockes and dangers to be past Without are Satan and the Worlds infections Within our Lusts vaine fraile and vile affections Which like so many Traitours readiely Against the Pilot ay to mutiny But most in danger of them all we stand When nearest we approch vnto the Land So some escape the boistrous raging Sea And neere the Port doe wrecke vpon the Lea I looking backe my span like daies behold Like a fantastique Dreame or tale new told And were I now them to begin againe I should all worldly vaine delights refraine Yea could you see heau'ns Ioyes by Faiths cleare eyes You would with me Worlds Pleasures vaine despise And runne fast to the marke you set before Your end to liue with God for euermore As th' aire is hottest neerest to the Sunne Brookes deeper neerer to the Sea they runne So nearer to your end doe you aspire To grow in grace and glow with heaun'ly fire Now goe I hence and shall be seene no more Haue mine examples alwaies you before So Isaack followed faithfull Abraham I holy Isaack from whose loines I came What we did well doe you the like But when We did amisse obserue we were but men Oh let your wisedome shine with your gray haires Most of you now draw neere to seu'nty yeares Ioseph is fifty seu'n a child eu'n when The most of you were growne vp to be men Seau'nty seau'n yeares a single life I led God since hath seau'nty to them numbred The youngest nor the strongest haue no power To adde a minute to their fatall hower Deferre not of Repentance then the date Now is the time to morrow is too late Count all mens ages that on earth remaine More die before then to your daies attaine And should you old Mathuselaes surmount The longer life the greater your account I will not exprobrate offences past Repent amend and turne to God at last Leaue off to sinne his Promises beleeue You cannot aske so much as God will giue You are a chosen seede a holy race Not by desert or worthinesse but Grace Oh make it knowne to all your Generations God vs hath chose before all other Nations To walke here worthy of this Grace diuine And like to purest heau'nly Tapers shine In this worlds mistie darke obscured night Whose euill workes abhorre to see the light Expect not worlds vaine glory Pompe