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A67233 Certaine serious thoughts which at severall times & upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into verse and now into the publike view from the author [Wyvill coat of arms] Esquire ; together w[i]th a chronologicall table denoeting [sic] the names of such princes as ruled the neighbor states and were con-temporary to our English kings, observeing throughout ye number of yeares w[hi]ch every one of them reigned. Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.; Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711. Chronologicall catalogue of such persons as ruled the neighbour-states, and were contemporary to the severall kings of England, since the coming in of the Conqueror. 1647 (1647) Wing W3784; ESTC R38784 18,436 93

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CERTAINE Serious Thoughts which at severall times upon sundry Occasions have stollen themselves into Verse and now into the Publike View from the AVTHOR Esquire Together w th a Chronologicall table denoeting the names of such Princes as ruled the neighbor States and were con-temporary to our English KINGS observeing throughout y e number of yeares w ch every one of them reigned LONDON Printed by F. B. for George Badger and are to be sold at his shop in S t Dunstons Church-yard Fleetstreet W. Marshall Sculpsit 1647 To THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND TRULY VERTUOUS LADY the LADY KATHARINE D'AR●I These following POEMS are by the AUTHOR Humbly DEDICATED and PRESENTED TO The Reader ANd now Reader I dare be bold to tell thee that thou hast something of true worth and value within these leaves since the foregoing Schedule hath acquainted thee with the name of a LADIE who is exemplarily eminent in every reall perfection It may bee thou wilt expect I should adde a word or two as to the contents of the Booke thou art about to looke into and it shall bee onely this That I can assure thee it will neither wound nor defile the hand that takes it up CERTAINE Serious thoughts Which at severall times and upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into Verse and now into the publike view SOmetimes a well-aymd thought would point at Heaven But O mine heart That broken Bow carrying the shaft on even Aside doth start Lord that I may not from that mark decline Let my fraile Ew be back't with the true Vine And give me Arrows winged from above With the sure flying feathers of the Dove Then guide my hand and make me levell right And 't is thy honour if I hit the White On the 6. parts of Prayer MY1Supplications often have prevail'd Nor have my2Deprecations often fail'd My3Intercessions have been heard by thee But Lord 4 Confession best-becommeth me For all thy love for giving and forgiving Accept the Sacrifice of my5Thanksgiving Little I say by6Imprecation More then in all things let Thy will be done Going to the Sacrament of the LORDS SUPPER THou ever-blessed Saviour at thy death By by-partite Indenture didst bequeath Thy body bloud and merits to each one Whose grace-instructed faith cal's them his own Whose sin-avoyding Actions doe proclaim Him an Adorer of thine holy Name Till thou O Lord or call or come again Let me not violate the Counter-pane Goe with me O my gracious God and give Life to my Faith that I by Faith may live On a particular Occasion ROuze thee my too forgetfull Muse rehearse Th'Almightie's goodness in a thankfull verse He only shew'd thee trouble sent reliefe When best-applyed means but added griefe He to his servants prayer had regard And turn'd his Chastisments to a reward ANOTHER SHall cunning Satan still defraud my soule And steale into my heart by gilded sins He can make splendid what is ne'r so foule He knowes not how to end who once begins To tast his sly deceits beware hee 'l give thee Poyson in sweetned pills and so deceive thee Vpon PSALM 90. 10. First written upon a bare leafe in QUARLES His Poems over-against his verses on Mors tua GReat God! this death-beleaguerd Fort cal'd Man Though strongly back't by nature seldom can Out-last the seventeeth yeare though thou afford To my sin-stained life that number LORD The third part of them have already slip't Me too regard less Satan still hath nipt Thy blooming crop my weak resolves have bin Swift to dissolve into accustomd sin O let th' uncertain remnant of my dayes Be dedicated to my Makers praise O that this lump of dust knod-up in bloud Would once leave trifles and pursue what 's good Feare then I would not though a voice should say Thy glass is run and thou must dye to day For so from sin and sorrow should I rest And rise not unto judgment but a feast That marriage-Supper which we read of old Was by the Bridegroom to the Iewes foretold That marriage Supper where to heavens King Blest soules eternall Alleluja's sing Vpon PSALM 7. 12. 13 14. God is a righteous Iudge strong and patient and God is provoked every day If a man will not turne he will whet his sword he hath bent his bow and made it ready He hath prepared for him the instruments of death hee ordaineth his Arrowes against the Persecutors HAst thou not heard O man or canst forget This terrible Alarme God will whet His sword prepare his Arrows and his bow Doth not experience daily bid thee know That when he will revoke thy borrowed breath A Fly or Gnat's an Instrument of death Canst thou shake off those thoughts w ch whisper to thee This minut's sin for ever may undoe thee Will not thy head-strong Will be curbed by The thought of fathomless Eternity Or doth thy weak conceipt befoole thee so As once to think that God though he be slow To punish see 's not when thou goest astray That thus thou dars't provoke him every day If man return not dost thou say is then The pow'r of turning in the choyse of men My soul Lord know's it is not yet I see By thy command what I should beg of thee Nor can I beg till thou my God prepare My un-prepared heart and voyce to prayer From my wast-field if any good proceed Thou must be Author both of Will and Deed Stub-up the thornes un-pave the soyle and make The well-injected seed deep rooting take Afford me fruitfull seasons that I may Bring some sheafs with me on my judgment day Vpon MATTH 10. 34. CAme then the God of peace to send the sword Doth variance accompany his word Must all those sacred knots nature doth tye In Father Mother Brothers Sisters dye Truth hath if selfe depos'd it and I must Believ 't how-ever strange yet sure 't is just Nor doth Religion cancell or withstand Or any way abbreviate that command Whereby we duty-bound to Parents are Nor Charity and love doth it impare To other friends what 's theirs to them impart We may we must and yet choose Mary's part He whose direction only point's-out Right The most disjoynted soules can re-unite And so cement a friendship by his word Too strong to be dissolved by the sword On a particular occasion IN thee alone my wearied thoughts can find Where to repose their doubts my setled mind On thee secure depends great God arise Thy timely goodnesse to our wondring eyes May banish't joyes reduce here fixed be My deaded hopes and fetch new life from thee Thy wonted mercies often shewn before Imbolden my weak verse thus to implore Thy powerfull ayd who ever more then I By blest experience could thy love discry In trouble sorrow sicknesse feare and griefe My case to thee commended met reliefe My sins though many cancelled by thee Shall neither prejudice my suit nor me I will not doubt my God I know can doe 't My God I know can doe 't I