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A29823	Sacred poems, or, Briefe meditations, of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke	Browne, Edward.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590. Sepmaine. English.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1641 (1641)	Wing B5106; ESTC R12452	45,038	82

will not faile For as a Lyon then he will prevaile And then at fifty hee 's a crafty Fox And Lawyer-like gets money in his Box. And so till sev'nty by Industrious paines Woolfe-like hee 's greedy to increase his gaines But after that he feeles his bones to tire Therefore much like the Dog he loves the fire And keeps at home like to the wyly Cat Where he delights to sit to prate and chat Thus doth the Carnall man waste his lifes weeke And seldome doth after true Riches seeke I meane the wealth which beyond Age will last And still endure after this life is past Therefore the Sages That did first ordaine And gave unto each day It 's severall name Did well at first the nimblest Planet place And last of all that of the slowest race To shew that man in youthfull blithfull plight In Grace and vertue should take most delight For painfull age cannot so well hold out As lusty youth yet still should goe about In vertues race and not out of it start Till death doth strike him with his deadly dart Therefore I 'll pray that with the glorious sun I may rejoyce in vertues Race to run And with old Saturne therein persevere So should I well conclude the weeke and yeare Sunday or Dies Dominicus IN the Beginning and the Birth of time God made his glory and his power to shine In framing of the earth and heavens bright And the first day God did create the light ' Before which time there was a confus'd heape 'A formelesse Chaos did together keepe 'A gulfe of gulfes a body ill compa●t ' An ugly medley where all difference lackt ' Where th' elements lay jumbled altogether ' Where hot and cold were jarring each with either ' The blunt with sharpe the danke against the dry ' The hard with soft the base against the high ' All all was voyd of beuty rule and light ' All without fashion soule and motion quite ' Fire was no fire the water was no water ' Ayre was no ayre the earth no earthly matter ' This was not then the world 't was but the matter ' The Nurcery whence it should issue after Yet Gods great power did keep this darksome masse And on the waters did his spirit passe ' And he no sooner said Be light but loe ' The formlesse lump to perfect forme 'gan grow ' And all illustred with lights radiant shine ' Doft mourning weeds and deckt it passing fine ' All haile pure lamp bright sacred and excelling ' Sorrow and care darknesse and dread repelling ' Thou worlds great Taper wicked mens just terror ' Mother of Truth true beauties onely mirror ' Gods eldest daughter Oh! how thou art full ' Of grace and goodnesse Oh! how beautifull ' Sith thy great Parent 's all-discerning eye ' Doth judge thee so and sith his Majesty ' The glorious maker in his sacred layes ' Can doe no l●sse than sound thy modest praise ' But yet because all pleasures wax unpleasant ' If without pause we still possesse them present ' And none can right discerne the sweets of peace ' That have not felt w●rs irksome bitternesse ' And Swans seeme whiter if swart Crowes be by ' For contraries each other best descry ' Th'Alls Architect alternately decreed ' That Night the Day the Day should Night succeed ' So morne and evening the first day conclude ' And God perceiv'd that all his works were good Therefore the learned that each day did name In the whole weekes as I conceive did aime At the great works of God in the creation And so according set the Planets station For first they set the Sunne bright Phoebus hight Who is the fountaine and the spring of light Also the Pots call him by the name Of bright Apollo whose illustrious fame Was very great he was the sonne of Iove He and Diana his deare sister strove Within the Matrix of Latona faire And these two dayes and nights directors are Apollo for his skill in Poetry Physicke and Musique and Divinity Was honour'd as a god by heathen men Such was the ignorance of those times then But why that others call Sol burning hot Flaming bright Tytan my weake judgement 's not Able to shew but sure his mighty power His names doe shew ev'n every day and houre He governes Princes and great men of state And is the Plannet that 's most fortunate He is the dayes bright eye and heart of heav'n For God plac'd him in midst of Planet sev'n And in three hundred threescore daies and five Doth to the period of h●s race arrive By him we measure out to us and ours Yeeres ages seasons moneths dayes minutes houres And therefore well plac'd in the front of time But I have him eclips'd in this ●ude rime Therefore I 'll now conclude lest Phaëton like For taking such a taske great Iove may strike Me in his wrath therefore I 'll hast away And speake a little of the Lords blest Day Me thinkes none should make it a scruple why We disagree from Jewes solemnity In keeping of the sacred Sabbath Day They 're in the old and we in a new way They have the old Law and we have the new For state of Christians differs from the Jew Old things are past and new are come in place Then why should we follow the Jewish race Besides our Saviour is the Lord of dayes And therefore for his meritorious praise It s very fit he should a day ordaine His worship and his statutes to maintaine For in this world each Prince his subjects drawes After his lore for still New Lords new Lawes So now new Sacraments new Heav'n new Earth New Testament and Sabbath Day sets forth How we do differ from the Levites law But of the morall we still stand in aw We know that shadowes now are past away Because from death their substance rose this day For now the ceremonies of the Jewes Doe cease yet on this day we alwayes use To rest from labour and vaine idle sport And to the Lords House we should oft resort There both to heare Gods Word divinely taught By learned men and also as we ought There we should pray and sing with hearty cheare And not as some doe sleepe when they should heare Then after Sermon we should call to minde What good instruction we therein did finde Into what parts what doctrines and what uses Was made thereof to checke the grosse abuses Of mans fraile nature and the consolation Weake man doth need to stablish his salvation If I could thus the Lords Day sanctifie Delighting thus to heare sing pray purely And on the Lord set my whole minde and heart That all this day he might not from me part If I could as the Sunne begin to shine From youth to old age in all works divine If I could so distinguish and divide Blind errors wayes from truths bright paths well try'd And well approv'd of God and all good men For graces splendor I

SACRED POEMS OR Briefe Meditations Of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke Psalme 90.12 Teachus O Lord so to number our dayes ' that we may apply our hearts unto wisedome LONDON Printed by E. Griffin 1641. TO The Right Worshipfull his Honoured and loving Master Sir IAMES CAMBELL Knight and Senior Alderman of the Citie of London one of his Majesties Justices of peace for the said Citie Mayor of the Staple at Westminster President of the Hospitall of Saint Thomas in Southwark and Governour of the Company of Merchants trading into France EDWARD BROWNE Presenteth these fruits of his Poeticall Meditations with his daily prayers to God for increase and continuance of health and Prosperitie in this Life and eternall felicity in the life to come RIght worshipfull I have been very bold My mind to you though rashly to unfold At this time since I meane no more to write Such fruitlesse lines to come unto your sight I 'm bold to use a learned Poets skill Though farre unfit for my unlearned quill Onely to manifest my thankfull hart For what God by you on me doth impart Therefore I pray accept this little Booke Yet I acknowledge t is not worth your looke Because t is framed by unskilfull wit And yet againe the matter that 's in it Would crave inspection of iudicious eyes But that my infant Muse could not devise To frame compose and write such learned Rimes As fit your worth in these most curious times And sacred things which I here take in hand To illustrate which well to understand Declare and fully to describe the same Would ' maze the head of the most learned Braine Then how can I that am in wit so bare In any wise such holy things declare Yet what the learned from Gods word have showne I have presumed herein to make knowne To manifest how I spend my spare time In Poetry although by ragged Rime Therefore because I know you onely are My dearest friend and have of me great care I here present you this my little skill Full of Affection voyd of smallest ill And if you please to read it to the end I hope it shall not justly you offend For at the first when I began to write I did compose it for mine owne delight But when I read it I therein did see A little spark of sacred Poetry Also I have observ'd you doe of late Delight to read more then in former state This did induce me to become so bold My Talent in your lap thus to unfold Prayi g your Worship herein to passe by The faults I doe commit unwittingly For Gods great aid herein I 'll render prayse And of your courteous Candor rest alwayes Your humble and Gratefull Servant EDWARD BROWNE An Acrostick Proem To his kind and Loving Master and vertuous Lady SIR IN this small Booke though rudely I have showne According to my Art and skill Many unfruitfull fancies of my owne Each of them shewes my true good will Sith better pledges I have none Can make thy Gratitude well knowne And I doe hope you will accept this mite More for th' intent then for the thing Because I writ it onely for delight Endevouring thereby to bring Little sweet Honey to the Hive Like to the Bee to show I thrive Rashly herein I doe confesse I take A skillfull Learned Poets quill ' Cause I unlearned am nor know to make Holy Sonnets free from ill Every verse doth show my folly Little worth in Melancholy Charge mee therefore with what is writ amisse And if that any good is done My God of that the onely Authour is Because the Fountaine makes streames run Ev'n to refresh our minds and make us ●l●st Like to Gods Saints And thus I ever rest Your Faithfull and Obedient Servant EDWARD BROWNE Praesentatio Gratificationis 25. dic Martii 1640. THis day some say did our Lord God begin This Worlds round Globe to make and to c●eate And in this moneth comes in the fragrant spring Therefore the learn'd almost in every state Begin their Bookes and Reckonings on this day To shew how pretious time doth haste away Therefore I also though my learning 's small Begin this yeare to shew my thankfull heart My light grew dimme my Oyle was wasted all But Divine Bartas helped me in part For out of his None-such and holy weeke I was faine many flowers for to seek Which I Inserted in my weekly dayes And by a Prick you 'll know my sacred Pelfe Because I would not take unto my praise Anothers worth to my unlearned selfe I borrowed his to make this presentation A perfect and compleat Gratification A Prayer to God OH Holy God Thou knowst my heart is vaine My words are sinfull and my workes profane And men of Bethshemesh because they did Looke in the Ark by thee were stricken dead And Uzza but for staying it upright When it did shake thou there to death didst smite How dare I then presume to write or speake Of holy things being so vile and weake Yet I doe know by thy most sacred writ I must acknowledge the great benefit I have received from thee and thereof talke As I doe stand or goe or sit or walk Therefore I crave of thee assisting might For out of darknesse thou canst make true light To shine and blaze O be thou ever still Guider and framer of my perverse will That thy bright glory may shine in these Rimes To stirre up better wits in after-times To frame compose and make a perfect story Of temporall blessings and eternall glory 19. Psalme ult Let the words of my mouth and the Meditations of my heart be now and ever acceptable in thy sight O Lord my strength and my Redeemer A MEDITATION OF THE DAY HOw fraile and Brittle is the life of man He that lives longest liveth but a span Our pretious time so vainely we doe spend That as a day it commeth to an end The morning of our life is childish youth The noone time is our Manhood at full growth The ev'ning of our Life is froward Age And thus we walke on in our Pilgrimage The dawning of our life we waste like Boyes In foolish vanities and Idle toyes The middle of our age our strength and might Wee should enforce to serve God day and night That so at last when this lises day shall cease Wee in the Earths cold Bed may sleepe in peace Thus fatall sisters three take daily paine To spin to weave and cut mans life ●n Twaine Kind hearted Clotho spins mans life to strength Discreete Lachesis weaves its bredth and length And cruell Atropos with her sharpe knife Doth cut the Thred of his Age loathed life Loe thus this life is but a summer flower Springs up spreds bravely and sheds in an houre And Proteus-like we oft doe shift our shapes From Kids to Goates from Goates to wrinckled Apes For Mans lif 's water clos'd in Brittle Glasse Sin brought in death and