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Diuine epistles Dedicated. to right honble. & worthy guests inuited to ye nuptialls of the great Kings sonne. &c By Augustin. Taylor. preacher at Hawarden
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Taylor, Augustine.
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1623
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pleasure to attend So loose thine enemy and come loue thy friend Yet stay to tell him th' art betroth'd to me And being so debts that are due by thee To any whosoeuer I must pay For so I promis'd at thy wedding day If he make any claime to thee or thine Plead ignorance and say the matter 's mine And he must take my answere he 'll deny To deale with me because he seekes to try His strength with weaknes which shews cowardise still He makes no combate but he meanes to kill And if this serue not to send him away Tell him thou seuer all times hath heard me say No suite in law is good against the wife Whilst it is knowne the husband hath his life And thine is liuing testimonies store Sayth Syons God indures for euermore Then part for euer since th' art iustifi'de Trauaile to me-wards and I 'll be thy guide Thy feete in order in my way I 'll set And I will leade thee safely step by step From strength to strength forward from grace to grace To see thy God in glory face to face FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Glorification A Spirituall legacy for the benefits of the Honorable Sr. Iames Whitlocke Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of Chester and of His Maiesties Councell established in the Principallity of Wales c. And Sr. Marmaduke Lloyd Knight His Associate c. Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. IAMES WHITLOCKE Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of the County Palatine of Chester and of his Maiesties Councell established in the Principallity of Wales c. And to the Right Worshipfull Sr. Marmaduke Lloyd Knight c. His Associate * ⎠* Most Worthy YOu that sometimes pleasd graciously t' accept Th' imperfect offers of my tongue I pray This seruice of my pen you would protect I wish no more then you with honor may Confirme and grant therefore I hope to speede My desire is diuine and so 's my deede The Law without the Gospell's too seuere Without the Law the Gospell is too mild Therefore I'ntreate you with a reuerent feare To be the gossips to this diuine child And in the forehead of it men shall reade Your names and worth when you are lapt in leade You that so well affect the life of grace Are here inuited to the life of glory The Lambe ands Bride in holy loue imbrace And of allioyes nam'd in the sacred story Possesse the fulnesse thither you are bidden To share those beauties that from earth are hidden I 'm confident these poems will come fit For your suruey at your most proper leasure I know you dearely loue both arte and wit And by a heauenly muse receiues both pleasure And holy profit Thus my loue commands My booke with reuerence t'kisse your noble hands At your Honorable and worthy dispose in God seruice Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The world 's prou'd worthlesse and the Bride The Prince intreates to come Tells her she shall be glorifi'de And bids her hast her home MY Royall loue since I haue shew'd to thee The pathes of pleasure and of piety Prepare to trauaile and to walke in them They leade to Syon to Ierusalem My chosen dwelling where in loue and feare Both Saints and Angels sing and worship there A place to be thy rest I haue assign'd And if thou will come thou shall welcome find Remember life or death th' art free to choose The good I wish thee take the bad refuse As Dauid sung thou hast iust cause to sing Th' art but a stranger vnder a strange king Farre from thy father house farre from thy friends Farre from all true delights with ioyes that ends In t'houre they are begunne th' art poorely fed Sorrowes are boundlesse ioyes are limitted Comes but to go againe who euer could Protest he knew one pleasure one day old And did not disconitnue none can say Amongst his millions h 'ad one perfect day Wherein he 'll swere a minute was not spent Either in cares or griefes or discontent No ioyes and woes are mixt and thou hast tride Like to the swelling waues in a rough tide They chace each other to be plaine and short The worser things are still the greater sort The earths condition by mans lewd dispose Produceth twenty hemlockes for on rose View earth at fairest in her springing mornes And for ten Lillies there 's ten thousand thornes Ioyes comes but seldome and comes slowly too And winter vndoes all the spring can doo Contents depart from man and leaues him weeping Then fearefull death disolues him leaues him sleeping And brings him thither whence there 's no returnings Yet ioyfull euenings follow carefull mornings I haue decreed it so because that I Will suster thee to faint but not to dye Yet death hath made thy bed and fill'd thy cup And drinke thou must and downe thou must but vp In tune and time I 'll call thee thou shall try Thou shall but sleepe thy enemies shall die Thou art on sorrowes seas where dangers frowne But feare not though thou swim thou shall not drowne Thou shall sing in a happy heauenly straine Day went night came day comes night goes againe Remooue thy thoughts place them on things aboue Soare to my Syon with the wings of loue The gates are open and the guests are comming Faire trees are springing and sweete riuers running My fruites are gather'd and my wine 's abroach My table 's couer'd and I waite th'approach Of my belou'd for whom I payd so deare All things are ready and all Princely cheare Is there prepar'd and on thee I 'll bestowe A cup that euermore shall ouer-flowe The lampes do burne so bright blacknesse is banisht The musicke sounds so loud that mourning's vanishe Thy good old father's anger 's past and gone And the lost child may come and welcome home My father sent for 's robe and thou must weare it He called for a crowne thy head must beare it There is shooes for thy feete rings for thy singers To please thine eares there is a quire of singers And Dauid's maister of them for thy food Thy father's calfe that was both fat and good Hath suffer'd slaughter Come the feast ne'er ends The brother 's pacifi'd and all are friends Thy aduersaries hauing plainely seene In spite of Ismaell Israel must be Queene Cease contradiction and to striue giueso're Haue sheath'd their swords and sworne to fight no more These nations that but wisht to see thy fall I either turn'd or ouer-turn'd them all I 'ue made thee Conqueror and in good time The combat's ended and the day is thine And 't is a day that 's not pursu'd with night My roomes are furnisht with a lasting light That ne'er shall be extinguisht and for thee There 's seamelesse suites of endlesse puritie Thy heauenly state from earthly differs thus Th' hast found my best and lost thy pessimus Thy seat's ordain'd and
me disburse My loue and seruice in this measure take it My worke 's Diume and my free will doth make it A perfect offering t' helpe gamst death and doombe Regard this frame for 't will out-last your toombe Willing and ready to do your Honor the best seruice that is in the power of Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The Bride is call'd from all the Iles To come and scape her woe And heares the curses and the smiles Belongs to come and goe IF my affection would thereto consent I would be silent th' art so lewdly bent And shewes so little reuerence to my word That iustice tels me silence will afford Me more content and her it will appeare That I still speake to her that scornes to heare But yet be not too deaffe least vengeance cloud Descend vpon thee and then speake so loud It change thy deafenesse into death then heare And if thou canst not loue it 's good to feare Now thy creation and election done My onely care is to procure thee come Euen as a wiseman doth that wants a wife Seeke vp and downe where beauties are most rife And after seeking finds and finding loues And louing bids her home and daily moues Till she be mou'd to come then suite doth cease And they together liue in loue and peace So I did seeke thee first and found thee then And lik'd and lou'd thee woundrous well and when All this was done I did intreate thee home And vs'd the meekest meanes to cause thee come Solemnely I haue bidden thee do not stay Arise my loue my faire one come thy way Remember who inuites thee he that brings Honor to beggars and contempt to Kings Vnto thine enemies and the heathen foe A wofull portion fals a cursed goe In mercy and loue I come and send to thee With mildnesse meekenesse and much clemencie I call thee friendly in these dayes of peace I prethee arme thy selfe these calmes will cease And stormes will follow thou shouldst vnderstand Pleasure and sorrow still goes hand in hand The Sunne will leaue thee and runne out of sight Warre chaseth peace as darknesse chaseth light The time shall come that man and beast shall mourne Mountaines shall tumble and the seas shall burne The morning shall looke red as if it woo'd Tell vs the euening should be dyed in blood The moone shall view thee with a searlet face Dabl'd in clouds and stumbling in her pace The glistering starres shall cease and perish all For some shall be put out and some shall fall The Sunne in sable shall come sadly forth A greater plague them from the bitter north God did e're send shall from each coast appeare Farre worse then Egypt when the plagues were there These lower-lands shall looke each blast shall bring Shot or else powder towards the ruining Of new built Babel's for it must be knowne Bethel's her owners Babel's but her owne She sits aboue now thou knowes if thou know her But all her pompe shall end none shall sit lower A time shall come come loue before it come Each harpe shall silent be each Dauid dumbe Both Heauen and earth together shall conspire To send out vengeance lapt in balles of fire And they shall bust and vtter from within Death and destruction due rewards for sin Millions of dayes thy God for mercy made And in those dayes my care is to perswade And worke my loues returne before it be Too late to saue thy selfe and honor me One day I haue appointed for to bring All kindreds of the earth t' a reckoning The Monarch and the King the Prince and Peere The Stats-man and the Trads-man shall be there All sorts and sects I 'le call and bring as farre As shines the arcticke and th'antarcticke starre Not one shall faile to come at my command Whether they dy'd vpon the sea or land Yea euery one shall that one day appeare And ' mongst those all not one shall want one haire Then I my selfe will come in th' eyes of man As like a Lyon as I was a Lambe With more attendants glorious and bright Then Heauen shewes starres in a cleare freezing night Then Michaels trumpet shall command the dead To rise and come and leaue their drowsie bed T' appeare before a righteous Iudge for then Then he shall fit to Iudge that can condemne And iustifie th' outward and th' inward man According to deserts I will and can But these two parts in men do not agree Therefore they wrong themselues and iniure me But I will come and I will haue regard To all that euer lou'd me my reward I will bring with me and it is most true I will bestow on all estates their due Vnlike to earthly Princes voyd of measure They deale their bounties onely for their pleasure And turnes deserts a begging But looke to 't Peasants now ride and Princes go on foot This order I will alter and I 'le giue All good things vnto all that purely liue Consider thou must meete a Iudge that brings Life to wise Beggars death to foolish Kings Come and thy time to come to please me spend O come before the dayes of mercy end For in the dayes of warre there 's peace for them That loues my Syon my Ierusalem Prouide thy lampe and oyle for it may be I 'le come at mid-night for to call on thee It may be at the first or second cocke Or in the morning or at noone or not Vntill the euening when I will not tell It 's not for want of loue I loue thee well And I conceale this from thee in regard Thou may expect me still and be prepar'd For come I will and when I will and how And sudainely and gloriously looke thou T' attend my comming in thy beauty stand And I will leade thee home with my right hand And bring thee in but shut without the gate All those that lamplesse come and come too late I haue collected thee from many parts From Europe Asia and the wild Desarrs Of Sun-burnt Affricke from the plaines and woods From fields and vallies from the seas as floods From north and easterne coasts from east and west From th'hauen of troubles to the hauen of rest I haue call'd long for my loue th' art in debt Come for it's late O come and welcome yet For feare thou be benighted hast and runne I do beseech thee I command thee come Either for feare or loue I hope to see Thee seeke in season for my companie Regard who cals thy Lord then do not stay A faithfull louer doth dislike delay FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Preseruation A Diuine legacy belonging to the Honorable Sr. Henry Salusbury and his Noble Lady Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. HENRY SALVSBVRY Knight and Barronet c. And his Noble Lady ELIZABETH Sister to the Right Honorable the Lord Vaughan c. Truely Honorable IF your great