lives like Enoch walks in Paradice But he who follows th' crooked waies of sin A Serpent to this Garden doth let in To tast the fruits of sense doth him intice Then sees his sin and himself nak'd by vice While God his Saints with sanctity doth cloath The figleaves of Hypocrisy they loath Fall'n midst the trees they seek to hide their sin But God i th conscience is who speaks within Our better thoughts of Paradice are the trees Which they secluded are whom sins can please Earth turn'd to earth which if none do manure It doth sins fruits thistles and thorns endure But see on water th' spirit moves of love To make the first light did on waters move From th' fount of Baptism there do rivers flow Which water Paradice and make Heav'ns fruit grow The seed of life thus watered did die To raise up fruit for all eternity The tree of life was joyned to deaths tree To make the barren bare it God must be Into the ground thou Lord it cast that we Fix'd to thy root may ever living be Thou Lord the Earth didst ope that death might have And 's sister sin in lifes Sepulcher grave Who to the world is ty'd to the Crosse is nail'd His bones are broke and he by death assail'd But he 's a good thief violence offers there The flaming sword keeps Paradise sure is prayer Or thy sprites Cherubins and the flaming sword Which keeps the tree of life is Lord thy word Since thou of life in Paradise art the tree Lord when thy Kingdom comes remember me The bone thou gav'st us is with th' Serpent joyn'd Sin breaks the bones which first with sin conbin'd The Serpents damn'd to dust which us betraid Lift like a Serpent up in dust thou 'rt lay'd Sin Lord's a Serpent with a fiery sting Thou lifted up dost to us med'cine bring Thorns on thy brow Earths curse for him dost wear Thou mak'st them Lord a Crown by being there Thief like to th' cursed tree i 'me nail'd by sin Yet sin makes wounds to let thy mercy in Lord say the word I shall be whole or say Thou shalt with me in Paradise be this day What 's alwaies every where and all believe Is truth and onely truth which can't deceive Where is 't unravel ages all times read Since truth is one why thus are none agree'd Schisms gilded weather-Cocks all must passe for gold While the world truths lights doth in dark lanthorns hold Men to th' Meridian of their flesh and blood Religion Calculate profit names it good See each Divine is but an Advocate As if Religion were temporal state They with illusion forgeries for it plead â—…nd do 't like Lawy'rs onely to be fee'd For what they plead yet none can call their right They for Religion do without it wrire Witty impieties do the Scriptures reach Like the Tyrant who to 's bed did wretches stretch Too long for cruel purposes they slice Too short they wrack confession of their vice That truth can never vary all agree yet all place truth in their varietie On the Moster's of the Science of defence in Controversie EAch Father sure 's a Ianus two waies looks One face Reformers have one Papists Books Do they by follies issues their names gain They father spurious isâ—…ues of each brain Now to th' Protestant tun'd now Roman Key Do Echo like to every voice obey Ah! Echo-like yield an imperfect sound Which can't instruct a knowledg but confound Whence most polemick truths as clearly note As th' Lover's Mistresse face in a Wanescot Or Wittingtons Maiorship by a chime of bels Which seem to tune to all wild phancy tels What though the Ruhets in the Roman head Some truth 's obstructed is the bodâ—… dead Or cause not uniform must no union be Belief in one Christ sure speaks unitie Though various Colours in Christs Coat be knit They make no seam nor cause a schism in it But these are souldiers which do pierce Christs side Cast lots for 's Vesture and his Court devide See in a mighty bulk their volumes swell Heav'ns way is narrow sure these lead to Hell Homonymas wave and skirmishing with words Or shadow fights see what each book affords You these Tostati may with ease outvie With a slight single sheeted Mercury Their tumid bodies onely serve to tell Poison within is thus can make them swell Iesuite SEE see the subtile texture of each line The Spider spins her curious web lesse fine Th' Spider infusing poison thus takes th' Fly While in her web she weaves her destiny Beware of th' Net which from a Spider came Nor for the light of heav'n mistake hells flame Like sacred bellows they the soul may blow Whether to make it to Contrition glow And zealous fervor or to subtilize And make 't to flames of Contemplation rise But ah with soul on Contemplations wing Most deal as boyes with birds do in a string Draw down on seeds of errour for to feed Or by officious handling make to bleed A spark of heav'n devotion may inspire Contentions flames are kindled at hells fire The Church TH' Kings Daughters garment may discolour'd be Yet Schism 's not made by th' variety Embroidred with good woâ—…ks Christs Spouse must go Wrinkle nor spot in Conversation show Where shadows do increase the Sun declines Yet there will shadows be where the Sun shines Forms of Religion where there is a light Where all is shadow and no shadows night But oh while most 'bout Forms poor shadows fight They Charity lose which is Religions light Who by disputes are drunk and passions vext Cast at Antagonists heads what they meet next The wildefire of Contention they increase And not by th' Milk of th' Word it cause to cease Who 's Pious he is Orthodox who loves sin He Heretick is God nor his Church shares in Happy whose lives 'gainst errours do dispute Good lives convert bad tongues can never do 't Ith'Catholick house Churches like Sisters dwell Can Sisters Sisters for each brawl expell Men in each Church have Truth enough to save And to damn Angels enough Malice have The Polemick Protestant D. TRuths more calcining Recollects ore-read To cure Truths wounds Truth they afresh make bleed Itch of Dispute the Scab of th' Church doth breed How comes Truth for a Champion Falshood need It from Contagion sprung their Countreys Plague A Wickliff Husse and Malecontents of Prague Waldo's Disciples Albingenses too Must to the Muster of Truths Champions go Thus Homer to see Truth was lent strange eyes And Virgil taught for to Evangelize What though in Tenets all do disagree In opposition of one Church they be Churches like floting Islands in the Sea Carried on th' giddy waves of Vanity How wisely for your Hierarchy you plead Your Church to raise who Church defacers need Who laid in Common Sacred and Prophane To hedge these in could you some Church-ground gain By th' Woman in the Wilderness understood As wisely as New-England Brotherhood Christian
heart in their Philosophy A shallow puddle doth resemblance bear Of Sun Moon Stars and all heav'ns glory there Yet with a finger you may fathom it Seas are too deep for th' Stagirites great wit He on his followers shallownesse doth intail From th' bottom of the well truth gets no bail Surely they dream if dreams in fancy be Fancies are Maxims of Philosophy On Retirement I Leave the world it me yet not alone Nor left have ages for my patrons known Or can I be alone who treat with th' world Which is within your's to th' first Chaos hurl'd I onely then to be alone begin When on my privacies Sciolists crowd in Thus I can pinion time memory recruit From th' Age snatch th' sickle and reap Wisdomes fruit In th' Scheme of th' world my own Nativity finde And there gain eyes to see where Chance is blinde The fool is solitary wise man ne're alone Who hath himself wants no companion Who serves himself is never serv'd amisse Retirement Wisdoms Cousin German is Men live like caged birds crowd and defile Each other while Religion 's in exile Who leaves himself 't is he doth living die Inherits worms who here keeps company All do like worms on putrefaction prey Or in their actions rottennesse display Remote from th' Sun our dayes are there more long Digestion better life and growth more strong Th' worlds glories scorch us dazle or exhale Or sin turns Ethiop or guilt makes us pale Yet when these scorch retire within 's a Cave In our own bodies we may cooling have If Fortunes freeze or more obscured be The souls within a torch light warmth for thee Each sown Umbrella is and his own sun Desert thy self thy joy and light is done Thus you may gain what others strive to seem Let me gain Knowledge others gain Esteem Man a Microcosm NAtures Compendium th' worlds Epitome Our flesh is earth our blood is as a Sea Have heav'n in Knowledge Soul of Gods a ray Which in the night of flesh breaks forth a day What light without that knowledge is within Through th' eyes the windows of our Souls let in To circle bout the world the blood 's a Sun The Stars the senses wâ—…ich their courses run Motions and perturbations of the minde Resemble tempests thunder lightning wind Which in our aëâ—…y Region do arise To cloud the minde and so obscure the Skies These on the blood Commotions once begun We lose th' effect of light by th' clouded sun Tumors like Meteors in our bodies rise The exhalations of impurities And in a Collique or Hysterique fit We feel pent wind a Earthquake make in it Congealed slime like Thunder-bolts we finde By heat of reins in clouds of flesh confin'd Our minde the day is and our flesh the night Death is but darknesse and our life the light Of the Blood POets feign Phoebus blushing sets in red While he descends down to his watery bed Sure in these purple streams the Sun doth glide And in his Crimion Chariot blushing ride While he doth circle through the lesser world Through veins of earth in strange Meanders curl'd Now in a full tide channels doth disdain Flows into flesh and then ebbs back again Thus blood Sun-like gives motion life and sense Spirit and innate heat are nought from hence Distinct from Blood who can the Soul ought call 'T is all in every part and all in all Though Nature seems restor'd by Cock-white broth It is a Sun beam Chariots in the froth Thus man can't get a man unlesse the Sun Club to the act of Generation 'T is light is life 't may place change never dies And by its nature oâ—…ely multiplies How of the body is the Soul the act When without it no body is compact Do we our senses borrow from the brain When before it our senses do remain Or is the heart or liver shops of blood When before either is a purple flood Here is that Plato's here that vestal fire Kindled by Sun-beams which can ne're expire Take away heat 't is Cruor and not blood Streams of impurities issue with this flood Ouseinto flesh and out by Ulcers run Yet ne're were blood no nature took from th' sun Though blood-shews like a heat enamell'd cloud Corruption with discolouring don't shrowd Lord what is man thou should'st thus mindeful be Placing in him this tutelar Deity Water and Earth poor man at best but mud By th' quickning ray of heav'n turn'd flesh and blood When thou but tak'st of heav'n this light away That which before was flesh and blood is clay Gods Tabenacle thus plac'd in the Sun That Giant races must with th' whole world run On the Humours A Tetrasyncrasy must of humours be Nature from discords produce harmony How wisely th' bloody masse is understood Two Cholers black and yellow phlegm and blood Phlegm is so crude it scarce bloods nature takes Blood Choler turns but Choler ne're blood makes Yellow to black by heats exuberance tends Black into none see where perfection ends When Natures work onely Concoction is To gain perfection we arrive at this O happy age from imperfections free Perfections sure mopish or mad to be On the Elements TO answer Humours who four Elements chose Had need the fift their quarrels to compose Sure it is Love doth all together knit Love made the world and Love preserveth it Things diff'rent are but nothing contrary is But as intended or it is remisle Ah! why should Med'ciners in their art agree Since Natures self 's but Contrariety Against Phlebotomy to a Leech PHilosophy ends where Physick doth begin 'T is strangely true for few admit it in Tell stories of Corruption of the blood What 's once corrupt can it return to good To th' habit from privation how 's recesse Phlebotomy's Key not loosing rottennesse Or opening can't distinguish good from bad Would each blood-sucking Leech the knowledge had The treasury of life they 'd not exhaust Take th' price of blood while life with blood is lost To Natures countermiinng not intent To let death in and life out give a vent More merciful Turks thus blood do never spill Under pretence of help nor do they kill Lest to his bloody art th' Leech too much trust To take him off we need from graves fetch dust For Phlebotomy THe Courses Nature doth in Women take To open veins shall we in men forsake VVhere Nature dictates who will not submit She keeps her Monthly terms to plead for it Shee 'll argue à priori by the Nose And by the Breech à posteriori shows VVhen Natures self doth once turn Critical I pray resign no Criticks be at all 'Gainst all Phlebotomy who plead sure jest In th' mood they plead for to refute it best A Piss-pot Prophet SEE th' man of Recipes how his Cloak is lin'd Sure th' insides rich where we such linings finde Can strut not gravely with an ominous look Like Mahomet when from th' Dove he Counsel took Consults with his
th' shadow Lord of death how shall I fear If thou which art my life and light draw near On Our Father VVHo disobey can I Lord Father call Pronounce in heav'n my thoughts nere there at all 'T is I my God have sinn'd 'gainst heav'n and thee Blinded by sin so high I cannot see How shall he Lord say Hallowed be thy name Prophanes thy Image takes in vain the same Thy names a sacrifice Lord which will require To hallow it of flaming zeal a fire But where of Lust's a furnace in the heart Of good desires can it a Lamp impart Or what is Lord thy Kingdome unto me While th' world flesh devil here keep anarchy Yet Lord 't is every where thy pow'rs in hell But with Saints onely dost in mercy dwell Can I desire thy Will may Lord be done Which 'gainst thy Will after my own will run How shall I beg for bread or it obtain For dogs my Lusts thy childrens bread would gain As I forgive would I have thee remit Thou without mercy should'st in Judgement sit Revenge boils in my heart but there doth lie Alas froze near my heart cold Charity Would I into temptation not be led Who run into it am to vertue dead Unto my self temptation a strange devil Incarnate made a forge to frame out evil Tongue of the aged Serpent is the sting My lips are gates which unto death do bring But Lord the Kingdome Power and Glory's thine Let th' Kingdome Power and Glory in me shine Thou Lord a Kingdom makest where thou art A glympse of thine a Paradise doth impart Lord by thy presence Heav'n make in my heart So shall I Father cry which in Heav'n art A Heav'n-inspiring zeal with th' heart inflame A sacrifice mak 't to hallow Lord thy name Thy Kingdom come of grace will shall be done In Earth as Heav'n while Earth a Heav'n hath won Then shall I daily be with Manna fed Have thee within Lord who art Heav'ns sole bread Then shall I be forgiv'n Lord and forgive Can't he want charity who with love doth live Into temptation then I can't be led Thou art th' door truth light way that I must tread How can from ill I not delivered be Who have a Rock a Tower a shield in thee Thine is the Kingdom power and glory 's thine Oh shall I not have all when thou art mine Incerta poenitentia EAch day a market is where we do buy Or unto sale expose eternity Each day 's a ring with good deeds it engrave At the Lambs wedding you this ring must have Time golden Harvests each day doth present The times to be redeem'd that is mispent On the back of sin sorrow and shame doth wait Repentance hasts ne're overtakes or late To all to grieve few to repent is giv'n Whichis begot like pearls of th' dew of heav'n Happy in this snow-water bath their soul It can the burnings of their lust make whole More weep for sin that sin doth them forsake Then that by sin they God an enemy make Such water doth augment not quench Hell flame 'T is true Contritions floods must quench the same Practice of lives not tongues must Christians make He leaves not sin leaves it doth him forsake He loves not God who for himself don't love Who 's glew'd to earth shall nere know God above A Iudas here impiety may veil With kisses vengeance slow yet sure can't fail He 'l break in two discover his black soul If timely pennance wipe not sins black scrol Lord let me hear thy voice while 't is to day Lest hard'ned in sins wildernesse I stray Unto the fiery serpents sting I pray While I forsake thee Lord who art the way Certamors VVAtches and clocks al but the last hour sound That hour should in our conscience be found Sure death 's a riddle th' tablet all unfold By none the meaning can of it be told Yet th' soul surpris'd in lust hell is her share Hell where of misery the Abysses are Hell th' Common-shore of all the filth of th' world Where th' fewel of Gods wrath in fire is hurl'd Where the Salamander-lust shall bath in fire Which here anticipates Hell in loose desire On Earth by Euthymy who a Heav'n don't find The Hell hereafter feels hath here in mind But oh where 's Conscience virtues Correlate Which sugars tears and survives ev'n in fate Where 's that delicious torrent of delight Glancing i th' Cage of flesh a heavenly light From the love of God this Alchymy redowns Iron to gold turns and disgrace to crowns Can he want light dwells in th' midst of th' Sun Thirst from whose belly living waters run Would he have meat thy flesh is meat indeed By faith on thee we may sweet Iesu feed Can he want clothing Lord may put on thee Nor med'cine have of Life thou art the Tree Who wants direction thou aâ—…t Lord the Way The Light Door Truth to guide them thee obey Lord come unto my soul bid it be thine So death shall have no power when life is mine On the Resurrection ARise my God my Sun arise Arise thy side My sin doth hide Thy blood makes pure Thy wounds me cure He ever lives who with thee dies Arise my God my Sun arise Abysses on Abysses call Who God denies First to him flies Where fiends could dwell And make an hell The first sees heav'n of all Abysses on Abysses call See! ah see me purpled o're The scarlets thine Though th' sin were mine Thine was the grave My sins would have The rising thinâ—… I would implore See! ah see me purpled o're In mercy Lord in mercy rise Emit a ray And make a day Where sins black night Hath ravish'd light Thou to the blind Lord first gav'st eyes In mercy Lord in mercy 〈◊〉 This day we Resurrection call Remove the stone My sins are one Ah buried in The grave of sin Shall I no rising have at all This day we Resurrection call Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Come my dear Lord Say but the word Unto my Soul I shall be whole Thou for thy self makâ—…st onely â—…oom Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Ad Animam QUid lenta cessas ah moraris I pete Ignicule sancte Coelites Hinc hinc prophana procul in anis â—…mpia Hinc execrata vanitas Io triumphe proh sona victrix Io Triumphe reboent aethera En en reperta est quae petita fletuum Torrente pragma sedul En lota prodit en nitens en quam refert Puram creantis imaginem Io triumphe plaude Coelitum chore Redeunte plaude prodigo Humana sileant en loquuntur Angeli Quam digna sphaeris musica est The Leper cleans'd HEar Lord hear The Rhet'rick of a tear Hear hear my brest While I knock there Lord take no rest Open ah open wide Thou art the door Lord open hide My sin a spear once entred at thy side See! ah see A Na'mans leprosie Yet here appears A cleansing Iordan in