thy death thou shalt not fully know Whether thy Purchase be good cheap or no And at that day beleev 't it will appeare If not extreamely cheape extreamely deare 99. On the Buying of the New Testament REader If thou wilt prove no more Then what I terme thee ev'n before Thou aske the price turne backe thine eye If otherwise unclaspe and buy Know then the Price of what thou buy'st Is the deare Blood of Iesus Christ Which Price is over-deare to none That dares protect it with his owne If thou stand guilty of the price Ev'n save thy purs-strings and be wise Thy mony will but in conclusion Make purchase of thy owne Confusion But if that guilt be done away Thou mayst as safely buy as pay 100. To my BOOKE MY Little Pinnace strike thy Sayles Let slippe thy Anchor The VVinâ—e fayles And Sea-men oft in Calmes doe feare That foule and boy â—â—rous â—â—ather's neare If a 〈◊〉 Storme should rise And blâ—â—â—er from Censorious Eyes Although the swelling VVaâ—es be rough And proud thy 〈◊〉 saâ—e enough Rest Rest a while â—ill â—bbing Tides Shall make thee stanch and breme thy sides When VVinds shall serve hoyst up thy Sayle And flye before a prosp'rous Gale That all the Coasters may resort And bid thee welcome to thy PORT The end of the first Booke DIVINE FANCIES The second Booke 1. To Almighty GOD. LORD Thou requir'st the first of all our Time The first of all our Actions and the prime Of all our Thoughts And Lord good reason we When Thou giv'st all should give the First to Thee But O we often rob thee of thy due Like Elies Children whom thy vengeance slue We pinch thy Offring to enlarge our Fee We keepe the Fat and carve the Leane to thee We thrust our three-tooth'd Flesh-hook in thy Pot That only what the Flesh-hook taketh not We share to thee Lord we are still deceiving We take the Prime and feed thee with our leaving Our Sluttish Bowles are cream'd with soile filth Our Wheat is full of Chaffe of Tares our Tilth Lord what in Flesh and Blood can there be had That 's worth the having when the best is bad Here 's nothing good unlesse thou please to make it O then if ought be worth the taking take it 2. On Gods Dyet DEare Lord when wee approch thy sacred Fire To burne our Sacrifice thou do'st require The Heads of ev'ry Beast that dyes the Hearts Th'enclosed Fatâ— and all the Inward parts Our Senses and our Memories must be All set apart and sanctifi'd to Thee The strength of our Desires the best perfections Of our imperfect Wills the choyce Aflections Of our refined hearts must all conjoyne To seeke thy Glory They must all be thine I know thy Dyet Lord Of all the rest Thou do'st affect the Head and Purâ—nance best 3. On Moses Birth and Death VVE read no sooner new-borne Moses crept Into this vale of Teares but th'Infant wept But being warned of his Death his Last We find it storied that he sung as fast These sev'rall Passions found their reason why He dy'd to live but he was borne to dye To whom this Transitory life shall bring Just cause to weepe there death gives cause to sing 4. On Ieptha's Vow VIctorious Ieptha could thy Zeale allow No other way then by a rash-made Vow T' expresse thy Thanks A Vow whose undertaking Was ev'n a Sin more odious then the making 'T was cruell Piety that taught thee how To paddle in thy Daâ—ghters Blood But thou Vnlucky Virgin was there none to â—e Betwixt thy Fathers mortall Brow and Thee Why cam'st thou forth sweet Virgin To what end Mad'st thou such needlesse hast Thou cam'st to lend Thy filiall Triumph to thy Fathers Wreath Thou thought'st to meet a Blessing and not Death Rash Ieptha may not thy repentance quit That Vow when Rashnesse was the Cause of it O canst thou not dispence with that wherein Thy strict Religion 's a presumptuous Sin Is she unhappy or thou cruell rather Vnhappy Child and too too cruell Father 5. On Jesus and Sampson AN Angel did to Mâ—noâ—hs wife appeare And brought the news her barren Womb should beare Did not another Angel if not He Thrice blessed Virgin bring the same to thee The Wife of Mâ—noâ—h nine moneths being run Her Heâ—v'n-saluted womb brought forth a Son To thee sweet Virgin full of Grace and Heaven A Child was borne to us a Son was given The name of hers was Sampson borne to fight For captiv'd Israel and a Nazarite Thine was a Naz'rite too and borâ—e to ease us From Sathans burâ—hens and his name is Iesus Sâ—â—pson espons'd and tooke in Marriage her That was the child of an Idolater Our Iesus tooke a wife that bow'd the knee And â—orshipt unknown◠〈◊〉 as well as she Assaulted Saâ—psoâ— meâ— and had to doe VVith â— fierce Lyon â—oyld and 〈◊〉 him too Our conquering Iesus purchas'd higher fame His arme encountred Death and overcame 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 But what Is Sampson singular in this Did not our Iesus doe the like to his Sampson propounds a Riddle and does hide The folded Myst'ry in his faithles Bride Our blessed Iesus propounds Riddles too Too hard for Man his Bride unsought t' undoe The Bride forsakes her Sampson do's betroth her To a new Love and falsly weds another And did not the adult'rous Iewes forgoe Their first Love Iesus and forsake him too Displeased Sampson had the choyce to wed The younger Sister in the Elders stead Displeased Jesus had espous'd the Younger God send her fairer and affections stronger Sampson sent Foxes on his fiery errant Among their corn made their crimâ—s his warrant Offended Jesus shewes as able signes Of wrath His Foxes have destroyd their Vines Our Sampsons love to Delilah was such That for her sake poore Sampson suffer'd much Our Jesus had his Delilah For her His Soule became so great a sâ—ffâ—râ—r Sampson was sâ—bject to their scorne and shame And was not Jesus even the very same Sampson's betrayd to the Philistians hands VVas bound a while but quickly brake his bands Jesus the first and sâ—cond day could be The Graves closâ— pris'ner but the third was free In this they differ'd Jesus dying Breath Cry'd out for Life but Sampsons cald for Death Father forgive them did our Jesus crye But Sampson Let me be reveng'd and dye Since then sweet Saviour t is thy Death must ease us We flye from Sampson and appeale to Iesus 6. On Elyes double â—ensure VVHen barren Hanna prostrate on the Floore In heat of zeale and passion did implore Redresse from Heav'n censorions Ely thought She had beene drunk and checkt her for her fault Rough was his Censure and his Check ausâ—ere Where mildnesse should be us'd w' are oft severe But when his lustfull Sonnes that could abuse The House of God making her Porch their Stues Appear'd before him his indulgent tongue Compounded rather then rebuk'd the wrong He dare not shoot for feare he
thou to take how free to give 75. On Zacheus WEll climb'd Zacheus 'T was a step well given FroÌ„ hence toth Tree froÌ„ the Tree to HeaveÌ„ 76. On the Plough-man I Heare the whistling Plough-man all day long Sweetning his labour with a chearefull song His Bed's a Pad of Straw His dyet course In both he fares not better then his Horse He seldome slakes his thirst but from the Pumpe And yet his heart is blithe his visage plumpe His thoughts are nere acquainted with such things As Griefes or Feares He onely sweats and sings When as the Landed Lord that cannot dine Without a Qualme if not refresht with Wine That cannot judge that controverted case 'Twixt meat mouth without the Bribe of Sauce That claimes the service to the purest linnen To pamper and to shroud his dainty skin in Groanes out his dayes in lab'ring to appease The rage of either Buisnes or Disease Alas his silken Robes his costly Diet Can lend a little pleasure but no Quiet The untold summes of his descended wealth Can give his Body plenty but not Health The one in Paynes and want possesses all T'other in Plenty findes no peace at all 'T is strange And yet the cause is easly knowne Tone's at Gods finding t'other at his owne 77. On a happy Kingdome THat Kingdome and none other happy is Where Moses and his Aarâ—n meet and kisse 78. On Gods appearance to Moses Gâ—â— first appeard â—o Moses in the Myre The next time he appeard hâ—appeard in Fire The third time he was knowne to Moses eye Vpon mount Sinai cloath'd in Maiestie Thrice God appeares to Man first â—allowing in His â—oule pollution and base Myre of Sin And like to Pharoes daughter do'es bemone Our helplesse State and drawes us for his owne The next â—ime he â—ppeares in Fyre whose bright And gentle flames consume not but give light It is the Fire of Grace where man is bound To d'off his Shâ—â—â—s because 't is holy ground The last apparance shall be in that Mount Where every Soule shall render an Account Of good or evill where all things Transitory Shall cease Grace be crownd with perfect Glory 79. On Gods Law Thy Sacred Law O God Is like to MOâ—ES â—odâ— If wee 〈◊〉 iâ— iâ— our hand It will doe Wonders in the Land If wee sleight and throw it to the Ground 'T will 〈…〉 A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure Nor salve untill the Brazen Serpent cure I wish not Lord thou sholdsâ— â—ithold it Nor wold I have it and not hold it O â—each me theâ—â— my God To handle MOSâ—S Rod. 80. On Pharoâ—â—s bâ—icke OVr God 's not like to Phaâ—oâ— to require His 〈…〉 for Fiâ—e His workemen wanted Straw and yet were lasht For not performance We have Straw unthrasht Yet we are idlâ— and we wâ—â—ch and kicke Against our Burthens and returne no Bricke We spend our 〈…〉 the Sâ—ablâ— And then we cry Alas Wâ— are not able Thinke not on Israâ—ls sufferings in that day When thy offended Justice shall repay Our laboâ—â— Lord when 〈…〉 Thinke 〈◊〉 was a Tyrant Thou a â—od 81. On the insaâ—iablenesse of Mans heart THis Globe of earth ha's not the pow'r to fill The Heart of Man but it desiâ—rs still By him that seekes the Cause is easly found The Heart 's Triangular The Earth is Round He may be full but never to the brim Be fillâ—d with Earth till earth be fill'd with him 82. On Pharoe's â—ard-heartednes PLagâ—es after Plagues And yet not Pharoh yeeld T' enlarge poore Israel Was thy heart so steel'd Rebellious Tyrant that it dare withstand The oft repeated Iudgements of Heav'ns hand Could neither Mercies oyle nor Iudgements thunder Dissolve nor breake thy â—linty heart in sunder No no what Sun beames soften not they harden Purpos'd Rebellions are asleepe to Pardon 83. On the change of Pharoe's fortunes OBserve what peace great Pharo's kingdom found while Ioseph liv'd what blessiâ—gsâ—round â—round His happy dayes Heav'ns plague-infâ—icting hand Was then a stranger to his peacefull Land Peace was entâ—yl'd upon his Royall Thronâ— His Land had Plenty when the World had none His full desiers over-flowd their Brim Favoâ—rs camâ— downe unaskâ—t unsought by him His Scepter florish'd from a God unknownâ— No need to troâ—ble any of his owne While Ioseph liv'd his Blessings had no end That God was his whil'st he was Iosephs Frend These temp'rall Blessings heav'n doth often share Vnto the wicked at the Good-mans Prayer But Ioseph dyes And Iosâ—phs Sons must fall Beneath their Burthens and be scourg'd withall Whilst Tyrant Pharoh's more severer hand Keeps them laborious Pris'ners in his Land God oft permits his Children to be hurld Into distresse to weane them from the world But Pharohs Blessings alter with his Brow The budding Scepter 's turn'd a Serpent now His Land must groan her plagues must still encrease Till Iacobs Off-spring shall find Iacobs peace Gods Children are the Apples of his Eye Whose touch is death if beeing toucht they cry Now Tyrant Pharoh dares no longer chuse Israel must goe Pharoh repents pursues Pharoh wants Brick Pharoh ere long I feare Will find the purchase of his Brick too deare Moses holds forth his Rod The Seas divide The Waves are turn'd to Walls on either side They passe secure Pharoh pursues them still God leaves his Children to the brunt of Ill The Chariot Wheeles flye off the Harnesse cracks One wants a Nayle the next a Hammer lacks How Man is cross'd and puzzel'd in that Plot Where Heav'n denyes successe and prospers not Moses holds forth his Rod The Easterne wind Calls backe the Tydes The parted Waters ioynd And overwhelmd great Pharo and Pharoes Host None scap'd to â—ell the newes All drownd and lost Thus thrives Rebellion Plagues nor doing good Oft-times conclude their Ceremony in Blood Thus hardned hearts grow more and more obdure And Heav'n cuts off when Earth is most secure 84. On the first bornâ— THe Firâ—â— Borne of th' Egyptians all were slaine From him that holds the Scepter to the Swayne But all that are First-borne in Israel be Accepted Lord and sanctiâ—ied to Thee Thy lookes are always turn'd upon the Prime Of all our Actions Words our thoughts our time Thy pleased Eye is fixt upon the First And from the Womb w' are thine or else accurst 85. On baptized Infants I Dare not judge those Iudgements ill advis'd That hold such Infants saâ—'d as dye baptiz'd What hinders Life Originall hath bin New wasâ—t away There 's yet no Actuall Sin Death is th' Effect of Sin The Cause being gon What ground is lefâ— for Death to worke upon I know not But of Israels sons 't is found Moses was sav'd I read that none was drownd 86. On the grumbling Israelites NO sooner out but grumble Is the Brick So soone forgotten 'T is a common trick Serve God in Plenty Egypt can doe thus No thankes to serve our God when God serves us Some sullen Curres when they perceive a Bone
th' uncorrupted Will Nourisht with Vertue poys'ned with the swill Of base respects Of nature sweet and milde In manners gentle eas'ly knowne whose Childe For by the likenesse ev'ry eye may gather That he 's the Off-spring of a heav'nly Father This suffers all things That can suffer nothing This never ends That ever ends in loathing T'one loves the Darknesse most The other Light The last's the Childe of Day The first of Night The one is meeke The other full of Fyre This never laggs That ever apt to tyre T'one's rash and furious T'other milde and sage That dies with youth whilst This survives with age The One's couragious Tother full of Feares That seekes The other baulks both eyes and eares In briefe to know them both aright and misse not In all respects t'one is what to'ther is not So farre from Brothers that they seeme disioyn'd Not in Condition only but in kinde Admit a falshood that they had one Mother The best that Lâ—st can claime 's a Bastard Brother Great God must thou be conscious of that Name Which jealous Mortals â—ount the height of shame And not thy Nuptiall Bed alone defil'd But to be charged with the base-borne Childe And yet not mov'd and yet not move thy Rod Hast thou not cause to be a Iealous God Can thy just Iealousies Great God be grounded On Mans disloyalty not Man confounded 20. On a Tinder-Boxe MY Soule is like to Tinder whereinto The Devill strikes a Sparke at ev'ry blow My Heart 's the Flint The Steele Temptation is And his Suggestions hit and never misse His Hand is sure My Tinder apt to catch Soone sets on fier ev'ry profer'd Match 21. On ACHITOPHEL SAge were thy Counsels and as well apply'd If thou hadst had but Loyalty on thy side I like thy last Designe above the rest When thou hadst set thy house in order best In all Exploits the Rule is not so ample Not halfe so beneficiall as th' Example Th' Almighty prosper Christian Crownes and blesse All such like Counsels with the like successe Confound Achitophel and Lord impart His Head to us and to our Foes his Heart 22. On Sinne. Vnhappy man Whos 's every breath Is Sin Whos 's every Sin is death SIN first Originall Then our actuall Sin Our Sins that sally forth Our Sins that lurk within Our wilfull Sins and worlds of Sins by chance Our conscious Sins our Sins of darker Ignorance Our oâ—t-repeated Sinsâ—never â—never reckon'd Gainst the first Table Sins Sins done against the second Our pleading Sins our Sins without a cause Our gospel Sins rebâ—llious Sins against thy laws Our Sins against our vowes fresh Sins agin Sin of infirmity and high presumptious Sin Thus like our Lines our Lives begin Continue and conclude in Sin 23 On the Sun and starres OVr dying Saviour's like the setting Sun His Saints on earth are like the Stars of night Experience tels us till the Sun be gon The starres appeare not and retaine no light Till Sun-set we descerne no Starres at all And Saints receive their Glory in his fall 24. On Absolon and Sampson SAmpsons defect and thy excesse of hayre Gave him his death oth'ground thee thine i th' ayre His thoughts were too deprest thine sor'd too high As mortals live so oftentimes they die 25. On Gods favour GOds favour 's like the Sun whose beams appeare To all that dwell in the worlds Hemispheare Though not to all alike To some they expresse Themselves more radiant and to others lesse To some they rise more early and they fall More late to others giving day to all Some soyle's more grosse and breathing more impure And earthy vapours forth whose foggs obscure The darkned Medium of the moister aire Whilst other Soiles more perfect yield more rare And purer Fumes whereby those Beames appeare To some lesse glorious and to some more cleare It would be ever Day Day alwayes bright Did not our interposed Earth make night The Sun shines alwayes strenuous and faire But ah our sins our Clouds benight the ayre Lord drayne the Fenns of this my Boggy soule Whose grosser vapours make my day so foule Thy SON hath strength enough to chase away These rising Foggs and make a glorious Day Rise and shine alwayes cleare but most of all Let me behold thy glory in thy Fall That being set poore I my flesh being hurld From this may meet thee in another world 26. On a spirituall Feaver MY soule hath had a Fever a long while O I can neither rellish nor digest My nimble Pulses beat my veynes doe boile I cannot close mine eyes I cannot rest O for a Surgeon now to strike a Vaine That that would lay my Heate and ease my Paine No no It is thy Blood and not my owne Thy Blood must cure me Iesus or else none 27. On Davids â—hoise FAmine the Sword the Pestlence which is least When all are great which worst when bad 's the best It is a point of Mercy yet to give A choise of death to such as must not live But was the choise so hard It seemes to me There was a worse and better of the three Though all extreame Me thinks the helpe of hands Might swage the first The bread of forraine lands Might patch their lives make some slender shift To save a while with necessary thrift Me thinks the second should be lesse extreame Then that Alas poore Israel could not dreame Of too much peace that had so oft division Among themselves and forrain opposition Besides their King was martiall his acts glorious His heart was valiant and his hand victorious Me thinks a Conquerour a Man o th' sword Should nere be puzzeld aâ— so poore a word In both however David at the worst Might well presume he should not die the first But oh the Plague's impartiall It respects No quality of Person Age nor Sex The Royall brest 's as open to her hand As is the loosest Pesant in the land Famin the Sword the Pest'lence David free To take his choice and pick the worst of three He that gave David power to reâ—use Instructed David in the Art to chuse He knew no forrain KingdoÌ„e could afford Supply where God makes Dearth He knew the Sword Would want an arm the arm would want her skill And skill successe where heav'n prepares to kill He knew there was no trust no safe recourse To Martiall man or to his warlike horse But it is Thou Great God the only close Of his best thoughts and the secure repose Of all his trust He yields to kisse thy Rod Israel was thine and thou art Israels God He knâ—w thy gratious wont thy wonted Grace He knew thy Mercy tooke the upper place Of all thy Attributes 'T was no adventure To cast himselfe on Thee the only Center Of all his hopes Thy David knâ—w the danger To fall to th' hands of man or frend or stranger Thus Davids filiall hopes being anchor'd fast On Gods knowne Mercy wisely â—hose the
change of posture lead thy sight From the full view to th' left hand or the right It offers to thine eye but painted Toyes Poore antick Pleasures and deceitfull Ioyes 4. On SERVIO SErvio's in Law If Servio cannot pay His Lawyers Fee Servio may lose the day No wonder formall Servio does trudge So oft to Church He goes to Bribe his Judge 5. On PETERS Cocke THe Cocke crow'd once And Peters careles eare Could heare it but his eye not spend a teare The Cocke crow'd twice Peter began to creepe To th' Fyer side but Peter could not weepe The Cocke crow'd thrice Our Saviour turnd about And look'd on Peter Now his teares burst out 'T was not the Cock It was our Saviours Eye Till he shall give us teares we cannot crye 6. On AMBIDEXTER GOd keepe my Goods my Name they never fall Into the Net of Ambidexters Lawes But for a Cause he seldome prayes at all But curses evermore without a Cause I 'de rather have his Curses all the day Then give his Conscience the least cause to pray 7. On Lazarus the Damosell and a sinner LAz'rus come forth why could not Laz'rus plead I cannot come great God for I am dead Dam'sell arise when Death had closd her eies What power had the Damsell to arise Sinner repent Can we as dead in sin As Laz'rus or the Damsell live agin Admit we could could we appoint the hower The Voyce that calls gives and gives then the power 8. On Sinne. HOw how am I deceiv'd I thought my bed Had entertaind a faire a beauteous Bride O how were my beleeving thoughts misled To a false Beauty lying by my side Sweet were her Kisses full of choyce delight My Fancy found no difference in the night I thought they were true Ioyes that thus had led My darkned Soule But they were false Alarmes I thought I 'd had faire Rachel in my Bed But I had bleare ey'd Leah in my armes How seeming sweet is Sin wheÌ„ cloathd with Night But when discover'd what a loathd delight 9. On Repentance T Is not to Cry God mercy or to sit And droope or to confesse that thou hast faild T is to bewaile the sinnes thou didst commit And not commit those sinnes thou hast bewaild He that bewailes and not forsakes them too Confesses rather what he meanes to doe 10. On Man MAn is a mooving Limbeck to distill Sweet smelling waters where withall to fill Gods empty Bâ—ttle Lord doe thou inspire Thy quickning spirit Put in thy sacred Fire And then mine eyes shall never cease to droppe Till they have brimd thy Bottle to the Toppe I can doe nothing Lord till thou inspire I 'm a cold Limbeck but expecting Fire 11. On the pouring out of our hearts T Is easie to poure in But few I doubt Attaine that curious Art of pouring out Some poure their hearts like oyle that there resides An unctions substance still about the sides Others like Wine which though the substance passe Does leave a kinde of savour in the Glasse Some pour their hearts like Milk whose hiew distaines Though neither Substance nor the sent remaines How shal we poure them then that smel nor matter Nor colour stay Poure out your hearts like water 12. On Friends GOd sheild me from those friends I trust and be My firme defence from such as trust not Thee 13. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Bul-rush seems so smooth that not The eye of Cato can discry a knot Pill but the Barke and strip his smoother skin And thou shalt find him spungie all within His browes are alwaies ponderous as Lead He ever droopes and hangs his velvet head He washes often but if thou enquire Into his depth his rootes are fixt in myre 14. On SERVIO SErvio would thrive and therefore do's obay Gods Law and shuts up Shop o th' Sabbath day Servio would prosper in his home affaires And therefore dares not misse his Dyet-Prayres Servio must put to Sea and does implore Toth'end that he might safely come ashore Servio's in Suit and therefore must be tyed To morning prayre untill his Cause be tryed Servio begins to loath a Single life And therefore prayes for a high-portion'd Wife Servio would faine be thought religious too And therefore prayes as the Religious doe Servio still prayes for Profit or Applause Servio will seldome pray without a Cause 15. On the Devils Master-Piece THis is the height the Devils Art can show To make man proud because he is not so 16. On our Saviours Fishing WHen as our blessed Saviour tooke in hand To be a Fisher Marke the rule he keepes He first puts off a little from the Land And by degrees he launchd into the Deepes By whose example our Men-fishers hold The selfe same course They do the same or should 17. On Mans greatest Enemy OF all those mortall enemies that take part Against my Peace Lord keep me froÌ„ my Heart 18. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Reed that alwaies does reside Like a well planted Tree by th' water side Hee beares no other fruit but a vaine bragge Of formall sanctitie A very Flagge Hee 's round and full of substance to the show But hollow hearted if enquir'd into In peacefull seasons when the weather 's faire Stands firme but shakes with every blast of Aire 19. On the holy Scriptures WHy did our blessed Saviour please to breake His sacred thoughts in Parables and speake In darke Enigma's Whosoere thou be That findst them so they were not spoke to Thee In what a case is he that happs to run Against a post and cries How dark's the Sun Or he in Summer that complaines of Frost The Gospell's hid to none but who are lost The Scripture is a Ford wherein t is said An Elephant shall swim a Lambe may wade 20. On Mans heart NAture presents my heart in Ore Faire civill cariage gilds it o're Which when th' Almighty shall behold With a pleas'd eye he brings to gold Thus chang'd the Temple Ballance weighs it If drosse remaine the Touch bewrayes it Afflictions Furnace then refines it Gods holy Spirit stamps and coynes it No Coyne so currant it will goe For the best Wares that Heav'n can show 21. On Drunkennesse MOst Sins at least please Sense but this is treason Not only 'gainst the crowne of Sense but Reason 22. On a Kisse ERe since our blessed Saviour was betrayd With a Lip-Kisse his Vicar is affraid From whence perchance this common use did grow To kisse his tother End I meane his Toe 23. On the Alchymist THe patient Alchymist whose vaine desire By Art is to dissemble natures Fyre Imployes his labour to transmute the old And baser substance into perfect Gold He laughs at unbeleevers scornes and flouts Illiterate Counsell neither cares nor doubts Vntill at length by his ingenious Itch Hee 's brought most poore in seeking to be rich Such is the Civillman that by his even And levell actions hopes to merit Heaven He thinks
not Thou hast a Chanc'lour in thy Brest That keeps th' Exchequer and hoards up the least The poorest Summe No no thou needst not feare There 's nothing will be lost that 's taken there Thinkst thou that thou hast lost that piece of Gold That 's dropt into a fairer Heape untold Or canst thou judge that Fier clos'd about With rak'd up Embers 'cause not scene is out Gold lost in greater summes is still thine owne And rak'd up Embers will in time be blowne To Flames Beleeve 't the Words thine eares have lost Thy heart wil find when thou shalt need them most 40. On the Babel-Builders SVre if those Babel-Builders had thought good To raise their heav'n-high Tower before the flood The wiser sort of people might deride Their Folly and that Folly had salv'd their Pride Or had their Faiths but enterpriz'd that Plot Their hearts had finisht what their hands could not 'T was not for love of Heav'n nor did they ayme So much to rayse a Building as a Name They that by Works shall seeke to make intrusion To Heav'n find nothing but their owne Confusion 41. On ESAV and JACOB ESau goes forth strives with his owne disquiet To purchase Ven'son for his fathers Diet Iacob abides at home and by his Mother Is taught the way how to supplant his brother There 's some that hunt like Esau sweat and toyle And seeke their Blessing by their owne Turmoyle Whilst others crave assistance and bewray Their wiser weakenes in a safer Way O if the Church my Mother will instruct me Make savory Meate and cloath me and conduct me Into my Fathers Armes these hands shall never Trust to the poorenesse of their owne Endevor Bring I a Kid but of my Mothers dressing 'T will please my Father and procure my Blessing 42. On severall Sinnes Grosse Sinne. IS like a Show'r which ere we can get in Into our Conscience wets us to the skin Sin of Infirmity IS like the falling of an April Shower 'T is often Raine and Sun-shine in an hower Sin of Custome IS a long Showre beginning with the Light Oft-times continuing till the Dead of Night Sin of Ignorance IT is a hideous Mist that wetts amaine Though it appeare not in the forme of Raine Crying Sin IT is a sudden Showre that teares in sunder The Cope of Heav'n alway comes with Thunder Sin of Delight IS like a fethered showre of Snow not felt But soakes to th' very skin when ere it melt Sin of Presumption DOes like a Showre of Hayle both wet and wound With sudden Death or strikes us to the Ground The Sin of Sinnes IT is a sulph'rous Shower such as fell On Sodom strikes and strikes to th' Pit of Hell 43. On these Showers GOod God! what Weather 's here These soules of our Have still the luck to travell in a Shower Lord we are cold and pitifully drencht Not a dry thrid And all our Fyer's quencht Our very Blood is cold Our trembling knees Are mutuall Andvils Lord we stand and freeze Alas we find small comfort from the Eye Of Heav'n These showring clouds our sins doe flye Betwixt the Sun and us Wee dry no more Then if the Sun had giv'n his office o'r Nay Lord if now and then those Beames do chance To breake upon 's and lend a feeble glaunce Vpon our reeking soules ere we begin To feele the warmth w' are dous'd and drencht agin In what a case are we Our nightly damps And daily storms have fild our Soules with Cramps With wav'ring Palseyes and our hoarser tongues Can doe thee service nor in Prayers nor Songs Our Zeales are Aguish hot and cold They be Extreamely hot toth ' World as cold to Thee Our Blood has got a Fever Lord it must Be set on fire with every wanton Lust What worlds of mischiefes are there that prevaile not Vpon our fainting Soules What is 't we ayle not That Wet and Cold can bring Yet have no power To keepe us in but dable in the Shower Shine forth bright Sun of glory Be as feirce As these eclipsing Clouds are blacke Disperse And cleare them with thy stronger beams that thus Dare interpose betwixt thy Glory ' and us Reflect on my distempered Soule Refine This vap'rous Earth this sinfull Flesh of mine That tho some Drops mâ—â—â— fall I may have power Shelter'd by thee t' avoyd the down right Shower O let my dabled Spirit still retyre To thee and warme her by thy Sacred Fyre That having ravill'd out some weary howers She may arrive where 's neither Clouds nor Showers 44. On DIVES and LAZARVS DId ever Iudge more equally proceed To punish Sin so right in kind and nature Poore Laz'rus was refus'd a Crum of Bread And Dives was deny'd a Drop of Water Children are oftentimes so like the Mother That men may eas'ly know the one by th' other 45. On two Suitors THe Soule is like a Virgin for whose love Two jealous Suitors strive Both daily move For Nuptiall favour Both with Lovers Art Plead for the Conquest of the Virgins heart The first approaching knockt and knockt agin The Doore being op'ned at his entring in He blushd and as young bashfull Lovers use Is more then halfe discouraged ere he sues At length that love that taught him what to feare Gave resolution to present her eare With what he hop'd and in a lovers fashion He oft repeates the Story of his Passion He vowes his Faith and the sincere perfection Of undissembled and entyre Affection He sues for equall mercy from her Eye And must have love or else for love must dye His present meanes were short He made profession Of a faire Ioynture though but small possession And in word to make his passion good He offers to deserve her with his Blood The other boldly enters with the strong And sweet-lip'd Reth'ricke of a Courtly tongue Salutes her gentle eares His lips discover The amorous language of a wanton Lover He smiles and faunes and now and then le ts flye Imperious glaunces from his sparkling Eye Bribes her more orient neck with pearl with charms Enclosing Bracelets decks her yvory Armes He boasts th' extent of his Imperiall Power And offers Wealth and Glory for a Dower Betwixt them both the Virgin stands perplext The first Tale pleas'd her well untill the next Was told She lik'd the one the other Loth To make a choyce She could affect them Both The one was Iocund full of sprightly mirth The other better borne of nobler birth The second su'de in a compleater fashion I but the first show'd deeper wounds of Passion The first was sadly modest And the last More rudely pleasant His faire lookes did cast More am'rous flames But yet the tothers eye Did promise greater Nuptiall Loyalty The last's more rich yet Riches but for life Make a poore Widow of a happy Wife The first 's Estate 's but small if not made good By Death Faire Ioyntures comfort Widow hood WhoÌ„ shal this Virgin 〈◊〉
away That for an Angell paid a Groat a day 39. On DAVID WHo ever sung so high so rapt an 〈◊〉 As David prompted by heroick Clio But when thy more divine Vrania sung What glorious Angell had so sweet a tongue But when Melpomene began to sing Each word 's a Rapture or some higher thing Sweet were thy triumphs sweet those ioyes of thine O but thy Teares were more then most Divine 40. On a Monument SEest thou that Mon'ment Dost thou see how Art Does polish nature to adorne each part Of that rare Worke whose glorious Fabrick may Commend her beauty to an after day Is 't not a dainty Peâ—ce And apt to raise A rare advantage to the Makers praise But knowst thou what this dainty Peece encloses Beneath this glorious Marble there reposes A noysome putrid Carkas halfe devour'd By crawling Caniballs disguiz'd deflour'd With loath'd Corruption whose consuming sent Would poyson thoughts although it have no vent Ev'n sucha Peece art thou who ere thou be That readst these Lines This Monument is Thee Thy Body is a Fabricke wherein Nature And Art conspire to heighten up a Creature To summe Perfection being a living Story And rare Abridgement of his Makers Glory But full of loathsome Filth and nasty mire Of lust uncurb'd Affections base desire Curious without but most corrupt within A glorious Monument of inglorious Sin 41. On PLAVSVS PLausus has built a Church And lest his Glory Should dye has boasted his vain-glorious Story Vpon the painted Wall and built to Fame A large Memoriall of his doubtfull Name Plausus 't is bravely done Thy Deeds make knowne Thou either seekst Gods glory or thy owne 42. On CENSORIO THou blam'st the Age condemns the daies of crimes If thou wouldst mend thy Faults 't would mend the Times 43. On fooles of both kinds SOme scorne the Crosse whilst others fall before it Some sit and take the Bread and some adore it Some are too bold and others too too nice Fooles act a Sin whilst they decline a Vice 44. On the name of JESVS IT is the common course of man to double The name of Iesus in the times of Trouble The name of Lord is not a stile to please us Iesu's no Lord with us if Lord no Iesus 45. On the Woman with the Issue HOw could thy Soule fond Woman be assur'd Thy long disease could be so eas'ly cur'd What couldst thou think the touch of cloth was good To dry the Fountaine of thy flowing Blood Or was 't because our blessed Saviour wore it Or why I read not that thou didst adore it He nere so much as ownd thee Woman Sure Thy Faith and not his Garments wrought the Cure 46. On our Redemption WE were created at a Word a Breath Redeemed with no lesse then Blood Death How much greater labour is it than To wash a Sinner then to make a Man 47. On Gods Arme. T Was not that he was weake or thou so strong He dy'd so soone or that thou liv'st so long The head-strong Oxe is haled to the slaughter When the poore worm crawls many a Summer after When Heav'ns victorious arme shal please to strike The Gyant and the Pigmey are alike 48. On our blessed Saviour O Thou that wert the King of heav'n and earth How poorely wert thou attended at thy Birth A Manger was thy Cradle And a Stable Thy Privy Chamber Marye's knees thy Table Theeves were thy Courtiers the Cross thy Throne Thy Dyet Gall A wreath of Thornes thy Crowne All this the King of Glory endur'd and more To make us Kings that were but Slaves before 49. On CORDVPLO KEepe in thy Actions and maintaine the Fences Of thy clos'd lipps Corduplo and thy Senses Thou shalt deceive both Man and Devill too And mayst be damn'd and yet they never know The Devils power of knowledge never delves Into our hearts till we proclaime our selves 50. On Dreames VVHo dreams a Sin not his dreams forbid it An entertainment sins as if he did it Which if thy slumbring Soule could not prevent Th' art safe if thou hast dreamd thou didst repent 51. On ADAM How soon poore Adam was thy Freedome lost Forfeit to death ere thou hadst time to boast Before thy Triumph was thy Glory done Betwixt a rising and a Setting Sun How soon that ends that should have ended never Thine eyes ne'r slept untill they slept for ever 52. On Sins and Blessings VVE write thy common Blessings Lord upon A sliding streame no sooner writ but gon Thy more illustrious Favors we entrust To the dry Sand defac'd with ev'ry Gust But Lord our Scrowle of Sins are written downe On during Marble or some harder stone And our extreame mis-doings are thought good To be inscrib'd like Draco's Lawes in blood Lord let us change our Tables or our Story And we shall have more Comfort Thou more Glory 53. On CELIA CElia complaines her Heart cannot be well Nor will not Celia till it cease to swell 'T is too-too proud with blood perverse and stout It must be launc'd to let the humour out Alas no launce can pierce it It is growne More hard then Raunce or th' Adamantine stone Then Celia like an Adamant thou must Make the incision with her owne made dust 54. On PVSILLVS PVsillus can be jocund never whines When he is full but still in want repines And like a bad-nos'd â—ound that hunts not true Hee 's at a Fault if not the Game in view Be well advis'd Pusillus Heav'n may chance To pipe no more if thou give ore to dance 55. On Beliefe THe Divels doe beleeve I know they doe But their Beleefe does make them tremble too 57. On CRASTINIO PAst time is gone the Future is to be Crastinio say which most belongs to thee The first thou further goest and further from And thou mayst dye before the last shall come The first Crastinio's now growne out of date Perchance the last may come but come too late The last's uncertaine and the first is gone The present then Crastinio's thine or none 58. On an Hower-glasse MAns life is like an Hower-glasse wherein Each sev'rall sand that passes is a Sin And when the latest sand is spent and run Our Sinnes are finisht as our lives are done 59. On KAIN KAin 't is true It was and did appeare A Punishment too great for thee to beare If thou hadst had a Faith and couldst have bin As much opprest and loaded with thy Sin Thy greater patience either might out-worne it Or found more able Shoulders to have borne it 59 On TICIO TIcio stands gaping for the clouded Sun To be inform'd how fast the howers run Ah foolish Ticio art thou sound in minde To lose by seeking what thou seekst to finde 60. On SORTIO SOrtio that makst a Trade of gaming know Thou breakst two great command'ments at a throw The third thou break'st by thy abuse of Lot Thou breakst the Tenth that bids thee Covet not Now tell me Sortio whether