his desire free But by a narrow lane where he must see That never enough to be lamented losse Christ Iesus Tenterd on the bloudy Crosse God on the Racke for our spirituall food His limbs all o're a Charactor of blood All wounded and now bleeding crying out O thou that bearst ' the Christian stampe about Thy flesh and blood behold my bloud braine Was ever griefe like mine sicke soule refraine Reade in my wounded side thy backe returne Thy sordid sinnes repulse let thy soule mourne In showers of sorrow and to hells disgrace Reade sinnes dislike in my storme beaten fate Vnbosome Vice tast from thy soule sinnes evill And with my Scriptum est silence the divell Can carelesse Christians beare the thought of this Mercies Memento in their mindes amisse No sure no hellish heart so prone to sinne But the rich thought of such rare love must winne Mans soule to God and with right admiration Fixt sirme and often on our Saviours passion Force him to hate the sinne he lik't so well And with a loathing kick send it to hell Mercie 's rememb'rance like a Curious Lute Renders most excellent Masicke heavenly fruite Points out the weary soule the way to Grace And spurs us on to the Celestiall race Invites the penitent minde o're clogg'd with care To Heavenly extasie spirituall fare Mercifull God turne thou man's vaine desire To feare and trembling let a zealous fire Flame in the soules of men let each proud eye Humbl'd with teares admire thy Majestie Backward and forward looke calling to mind Those multitudes of Mercies mortallâ— find Day Nâ—ght Tyme Tyde miraculously given By thy All-sacred hand Great God of heav'n As the young Bird then that do's never cease Op'ning the Mouth untill the Damme release And cures the want it suffers so should wee With vnlockt lipps still pray that God would free Our soules from sinne O 't is a blessed taske God ne'r leaves giving 'till we leave to aske Dei misericordia plenitudo est virtutum FAITH Nail'd to the Crosse there Christ lost soules to winne Suffer'd the world's huge pond'rous weight of sinne Insulting Foes reproach mocks scoffings scorne His sinewes to bee Rackt his Body torne A kisse betray'd him and a perjur'd lie Was the reward for all his Puritie Heav'ns wrath Hells rage on Christ all torments fell To save our Soules from those blew flames in Hell Christ's whole life was a Martyrdome Crosse Active and Passive and his deare Blouds losse The Tragick part the bloudy Sceane which none But He himselfe must Act and act alone Christ's Patience Death And Devills force did quell He tooke the great Leviathan of hell With the Hook of his Crosse made him his slave Captiv'd the DEVILL and subdu'd the Grave FAith makes unseene things seene Faiths sacred eye Vn-visore Prides painted hypocrisie A resolute Faith forc'd Abram to consent To butcher his beloved to content His Mighty Maker Faith has ever beene The perfect Evidence of things unseene Jacob by Faith obtain'd his full desire Faith stopt the Lyons Mouthes Faith quenches fire Enoch by Faith from sence of vitall breath Translated was that he should ne'r see death Faith made Eliah to call downe from heaven Consuming flames to burne accursed men Israels great Captaine by his Faith did part Egypts Red-Sea went through with joyfull heart Iosua by Faith on Gibeon did command The golden Taper of the Sunne to stand Still while he fought the Battell of the Lord Faith comes by hearing the All-mighties word Women receiv'd their dead rais'd up to life Faith conquer'd Kingomes and subdues all strife Like a safe winde which to the Sea-man sings Comfort in midst of all sad cares Faith bringt And breathes into our soules Truths gentle gaile Salvations sweet reliefe to fill the saile Of Man's storme-beaten vessell keepes it ev'n So sends it home in peace to th' land of heav'n Faith cloathes the Soule in a divine attire To passe untoucht through Famine sword and fire His body feeles no paine by fire or sword Whose Faith is in the bosome of the Lord. Faith is Saint Peeters walking on the water Hope lent him helpe and Love was his supporter Fides Signum Christianorum HOPE Hope followes Faith when Man is most opprest Ready for hell Hope to the Soule gives rest Hope in the Lord be strong the Psalmist saith Hope strengthens comforts and confirms thy faith Hope is Faiths daughter Heav'ns holy Handmaid still To over-rule unruly desp'rate will From doing damned violence which may beget the soules Eternall cast-away In midst of hellish crosses stormes strife Hope must our Pilot be to a good life Our Anchor Cable give it then free scope The sweet's of Grace are relished by hope O my dull spirit rowze thee fit not still pond'ring on thy poore Meanes though it be ill be thankfull thanke thy God and bee not hurl'd To damn'd despaire by th' malice of the world Good luck may goe away but good hope yet Will never leave us if we leave not it ARe we so blind so sotted by the Devill To receive good at Gods hands and not evill With equall thankes have we for sinne deserv'd Least good no rather worthy to be sterv'd Want threats revenge men's states must needs decline When men against the will of heav'n repine Hope cleares Night-stormes calmes the tempestuous day ' Afflicted or not afflicted let us pray Despaire not nor repine let Vertues scope In midst of sorrowes pearch thy soule on Hope Dare Man despaire to live the life of Caine And die the death of Iudas merit paine The Damned feele in hell good heav'n defend Disquietted soules from such a dreadfull end We all are sav'd by Hope if in true sence We hope for Heav'ns Eternall Excellence Hope 's like the Fisher-man's Corke despaire the lead Whose pond'rous weight no sooner being spread But it beginnes to sinke so man in sinne Did not hope lift him up still by the Chinne Yet neither Faith nor Hope can enesubfist Wanting sweete Charity she is the list That comprehends and is the life of grace Love pittles still the poore seekes the Lords Face Spes mea Christo CHARITIE Charitie and Pride both feede the poore in the Den. Charitie to praise God Pride to get praise of men True Charitie in midst of dangers winnes Safety shee covers multitudes of sins Love is the Chaine of Grace love without spot which ties all Vertues in Loves true-love knot Three thousand Soules the heav'nly weeper gain'd constant till death by Charity obtain'd Not words but good works must man's Faith approve Charitie ever is the life of love Patience House-keeper rich bountiful No Grimfac'd grumbling giver slothfull Deale liberally thine Almes chearfull Aimes-giving increase Mens states decreases no man's living TRue Love ne'r Envies this nor that Man's good The low descent nor High-borne Noble blood Ne're makes hot boast of giving never braggs Nor seeks revenge by Hell-affected Raggs Surpassing this or that proud neighbours state Causes of
I am the Lord that heales I Ropeca Thou God the true Phisitian art that can Be mine Lord be so pitty me weake man God my Physitian and his Grace the Physicke I must not will not cannot be sin-sicke Nomo loeditur nisi a seipso THE DIVINE ECCHO BETWEENE THE GOOD ANGELL Man in despaire And the DEVILL Man DEath to my Soule how long must I in vaine Heav'ns comfort crave yet endlessely remaine Fetter'd in sinne breake Heart give death free scope And must I then despaire is there no hope Angell Hope Man What Soule affected spirit to mine Eare Eccho's some sweet releife can hope come neare Sinnes shackl'd Slave from whom all Verues gon What 's to be Hop'd for when all hopes are done Angell Pardon Man How Pardon can Pardon raise a wretch Times reprobate like me I that can fetch Nor sigh nor teare sinnes furie to abate Can Heav'n free such a Soule so desolate Devill Too late Man Too late indeede my Sinnes sicke stonie heart Traytor to Truth Acts the Tragedian's Part Of ill so well I know not what to doe Frights terrours broken sleepes all speake my woe Yet Holy Writ tells me 't is better ever Late to repent then to repent me never Devill Never Man O my horrour never thou deadly accent Art thou from Heav'n or Hells curs'd dungeon sent Must my despairing thoughts for ever bend To Hellish Actions shall I ne'r amend Angell Amend Man Amend I cannot guifts of Grace I lacke Like him that weares Heav'ns Livery on 's backe Hells favour in his bosom wretched I Will Fate afford no present remedie Devill Die Man My soule must then miscarrie and be damb'c Devill Be damb'd Man Is that the onely solace all the pitty Sterne Fate affords poore Man in misery Devill I. Man Was my Creation in the Wombe of woe Ordain'd for Hell no otherwise then so Devill So. Man Die then I must and will appoint me where Devill Here. Man So quicke O true Physition for to die I hold it best and to linke suddenly Here in this Desart then where no eye sees Expresse the meanes to die among these Trees Devill These Trees Man If mong these Trees appoint to me an Altar Devill An Halter Man To be hang'd is base better to drowne my selfe Devill Do drowne thy selfe Man No no I will not die so like a Rat A Cicken or a Mouse a Dog a Cat But like the desp'rate Statesman I will be Made nothing by a Dramme poyson to me Is pretious balme I will die by poyson Devill I poyson Man 'T is the true death best Cure ' gainst discontent The Noble-Mans consumption my intent Huggs the conceit And yet my soule to slay By touch or tast is no true Roman way Canst thou not change thy word Devill Thy sword Man Shall my Sword then set free from all the strife Of Worldly woes this mockery of life Can my sword soone quit me from out this straight Devill Straight Man I tifle time come forth thou maine sole good Thou cure to all my cares sweete sword in blood I 'le drowne thy friendly Blade t is the best Part Thou ere canst Act to cleave thy Masters heart Fly soule to Ayre Flame Dust I know not where Earth serve thou me for Coffin and for Beere Angell Forbeare Man Who bids forbeare what Potent power commands My soule to live my sword and trembling hand To stop their bloudy course is it in Fate To alter Mans intent before too late Turning swift mischiefe to that sudden stay Whom death but ev'n now would make her Prey Angell Pray Man Pray unto whom my soule is in a mist See see me thinkes the Everlasting Fist Of Heav'n is stretcht waving the Crowne of grace Over my Cursed head Soule sinfull Face Ayme accurst I doe deserve the Rod Of Vengeance rather then to pray to God For the least drop of Mercy No I must Not dare to pray to him for he is just Angell Just Man And by his Iustice my impietie Merits Eternall endlesse miserie Sinnes just reward O teach me yet the way Thou Divine Eccho to what place to pray From whence implored mercy may be giv'n To cleare my sinnes great score and make all ev'n Angell Heav'n Man What words will best he fit and not betray me Angell Aye-mee Man Despaire deteines me backe commands me say I have no Will no Minde no heart to pray What shall I doe my soule is in a Feaver And in that word despaire I shall end ever Angell Endeavour Man O sacred sweetnesse true Caelestiall witt Thou summe of sweetnes stampt in sacred writ Endeavour yes sinnes strife is the best play My soule can Act God give heav'n I obey Angell Obey Cum humi limus cur non humilimus Deaths Masqueing Night AS mighty Kings in glorious Masques delight Death Times Grand-Masquer had his masqueing Night In evr'y Pallace ev'ry Nooke Death ranges Death takes his root from sinne Hee 's full of changes With solemne Pace unseene Death dos advance His Sable shaft to lead the World a dance Through Courts though Armyes the worlds wide Hall Controul'd of none Death is the end of all Wher 's then the Mighty Monarch wher 's the glory Of all his Court State Masques joyes tradsitory Beauties bright Earth-Bred-Star whose sparkling eye Shoots quivers of Love-shafts at Rich Majestie Death shall deface and in the bed of night Yeild farre more cause of terrour then delight Wher 's then the wanton glance that seem'd to skip From this Great Lord to that Great Ladyes Lap The nymble Sprightly Cap'ring Courtier then Forgotten lies there is no dancing when Devouring Death stabs with his sable shaft Vaine is the power of Art all mundane craft The deepe Physitians skill flatt'ring discourse Of health Death soone turnes to a dismall course Wher 's then the mighty Madams flâ—reing Pride Oyles Powders Paintings all are laid aside Gold glittring Glory Cloath of Silver silke Forgetfull Feasts their sinfull Baths of Milke When many a poore soule sterves wanting the food Of their supurfluous out-side pamper'd blood Gurles Purles Purfumes Court complements visites Hot-stirring Dishes soule bewitching Minuts All Pompe on Earth ambitious mad desires Revells and Lust-burnt Midnights unchast fires All are husht then Beggers and Kings all must Take a poore lodging in a bed of dust Death is a dreadfull Antimasque 't will fright The worlds Grand Masquer in his full delight Figures and Footings practiz'd to intrance Spectators Eyes Deaths interposing Dance Dissolves to darkenesse in a moments space Ruines proud Pompe makes pale th'aluing Face Sparkling in Beanty deads the hot desire Of Naked Brests Death tames Lusts raging fire Wounds without dread or dalliance Death will strike Sou'raignes and subjects all are to him alike To Rich and Poore those that doe ill or well Death is the Path either to Heav'n or Hell Deaths dread appearance evermore makes glad The good but proves a terrour to the bad Disjoynts the ablest limbs Death trembles Pride Extincts State-Glories will not be denide Death is an Archer Man the Marke to shoot at Fly where thou wilt East West this way or that Death followes like a shaddow shoot he will Drawes sure and home Death never failes to kill And yet none truely mindes it though we know Time shall decay we cannot feede nor goe Nor promise life a Minute men passe to bed But ignorant are to rise alive or dead Death by a thousand accidents do's meet Health Wealth and Beauty stabs 'em in the street He that least dreames of death some falling Tyle Timber or Stone doth suddenly beguile Him of his life yea oft when Man refraines And seekes to shunne it dashes out his braines This learnes us Mortalls during vitall breath With humble soule to meditate on Death The thought of Death aright prevents the evill Of Hells Night Theife the worlds Noone-day Devill Death's deepe remembr'ance rightly understood Strikes dead delights lures the lewd mind to good Wafts the sinne weary soule to thinke upon Her ill past life present affliction O sinne-sicke-sinfull Man feare to doe ill Tremble proud Heart crosse not thy Makers will Thinke on thy end thinke on the Day of Doome The paines of Hell Deaths-Masqueing Night wil come Not in the Pompe of Princely merriment But the dread fall of soules impenitent Ingratefull Soules to God soules that dare sit I' th scorners seate trusting to wicked wit More then their Makers wisedome their conceit Aimes not at Heav'n but to be worldly great Pride is their zeale theie Prayers forgetfulnesse Charity Contempt their Vivtue wantonnesse Plump high fed Pamper'd Flesh on whom must waite Page Pander Parasite preparation state Gold glitt'ring glory cost curious diet Insatiate pleasure and vaineglorious Riot These are the sinnes that merit endlesse shame Hells ever burning never dying flame Which to prevent Great God let hate to vice Dissolve sinnes Cloud Becho to Paradice Our Saviours sweetnesse let us never more Lie downe to our dishonour like a whore Dead to good Counsell never let darke deedes Defile the soule let 's roote up all the seeds Of Pride Lust Envie Hatred and in place Plant Wisedome meeke Humility and Grace Abhorre to study State with greater zeale Then zeale to Heav'n or the soules-common-weale True Penitence gaines Heav'n throwes sinners downe To raise them up to an Immortall Crowne Cogita de fine infinito ut vives in infinitum FINIS
Rockes of ruine there Pyrates lie in chase In ev'ry corner mischeifes hour'ly lurke Pride fights against us like a furious Turke Lust like a Trech'rous Spaniard murd'ring French Like an infected poysons loathsome stench Gluttonie like a Germane drunkennesse Like a Dutch-dun-ker-ker whose impiousnesse Stiles him the Master Gunner to give fire To all Sinnes blacke Artillery hells Ire Infernall Chaine-short All Soule murd'ring strife To snke mans weather-beaten ship of life Which to gaine grace no sooner weighes Anchor Sets faile for safety but straight Sinnes canker The devouring Devill Pyrate for Hell Chasing flyes after and with blacke Arts spell Commands to stay sometimes with beautions formes With songs of Syrens sometimes sometimes stormes Such pitchy Tempests to benight the way As if the horrour of the Latter day Frighted the world so stops the soule from bliffe Shoots through and through her so she steares amisse Then as in bloudy Sea-fights men may see Times sacrifice to valour no man free From desperate danger every one maintaines The terrour of the fight though with their braines Dasht in each others face vitall breath Lost in a Fighting flame bloud and death Ballets and Batteries covers the ship all ore Her dismall Decks with horror purple gore And scatter'd limbes O the sad shreeke the cries Here sinckes a Ship and there another fries In fiery flames some to scape present harme Mount the Maine-Top some hang on the Yard-Arme 'Till the pitcht Mast becomes a blazing Torch Whos 's up flying flame when it beginnes to scortch Downe downe the poore Soules drop who life to save Vnwilling willingly make the Sea their Grave The deepes their Tombes so the soules Pinnace In her spirituall fight sinne dos deface Murders our best of thoughts like raging seas Windes Stormes Tempests drive us where they please The poore afflicted soule Satan so blinds It knowes not where she is by whizing winds Now-tost toth ' top of all the Azure skie Now tumbling as to Hell with frighted Bye Her Flag of sinnes desiance Tempests rent Her sayles torne all to raggs her maine mast spent All out of order tossing too and fro The soule distrest knowes not not which way to goe With gentle calme checke Sathans blacke storme Lord We shipwracke else Devills will come abord Burne with hells Wildfire flame ruine raze Blot our soules hope helpe minister of grace Safetie's in Heav'n in this uncertaine life Nothing but Hell-bred Quicksands warre and strife Soule killing vapours worldly vanites Thicke clouds of Vice perpetuall miseries There is a Voyage to the holy land In which the Truth our blessed Card must stand The Holy Ghost our Pilote to Direct The Steerage of our Course from sinnes neglect To th' Haven of Heav'n that happie Port of rest Salvation's guard true Cape of comfort blest There Heav'ns bright Majestie our Saviour sweet Sits with the hand of mercy for to greet And waft us to him O may all that stray Sayling along the Coast of sorrow pray Pray unto him he 'le guide their wand'ring Barke Tempest-tost hontely in the dreadfull darke If thou be Sea-sick call upon him and he Shall soone with healths sweet solace comfort thee Rebuke the raging winds Times blackest stormes And to a Calme skie-swelling seas reforme No Rocks Gulfes Sands nor seas-cloud-kissing waves Sinnes dreadfull Sea-fights nor the desperate braves Of Pyrates none shall hurt let then thy care See thy weake Vessell rigg'd well Mann'd with prayer And then Launch forth hoist sailes and when you spie The Cape of good hope keepe it in thine eye Let Holy thoughts deatht-breatning stormers ore'come That whatsoever chance there shall become The vessell of thy body being foule Make sure to save the Passenger thy soule He valiant onely vertuous is that can Subdue his sinnes He 's the true Noble man Ther 's perfect valour he true glory winnes Hee 's the true souldier that subdues his sinnes Breaks through the Pikes of sinne all Fiends that are In Hell or divells ruling in the ayre Forceing his way to Heav'n despight all charmes Enchantments dead sleepes all soule-slaying harmes Wrestling like Iacob constant in his sight Mindfull of his Majesticke-Makers sight To such belongs the Everlasting Crowne Of Sempeternall glory true renowne Which to prepare thee for cease to neglect Th' Almighties sacred service let respect Feare and true reverence to his pretious word Be to thy Soule Truths Helmet shield and sword Fit to subdue the Fiend all fiery Darts Furies and fiends Heav'n arme thy noble parts Soule Body Heart and all strive to fulfill The Majestie of Heav'n his divine will And like the cunning curious Architect Earnest some goodly building to erect Breaking his steepe wholy imployes his mind On the drawne modell which when he dos find Exact his eye dwells ever then upon it And his affection never driven from it So when to thought we call our Saviours bloud That sempeternall Platforme of all good Shed for our sinnes let it for ever dwell In the Idaea of our minds so Hell Sterne Death nor deadly desp'rate discontent Can barre the heav'nly heart from 's true content Gods Vengeance against sinne his true dislike Me thinkes should move us to repent and strike A terrour to our soules force us to see Man's outward danger inward miserie Which like an unresisted roaring Tide Runnes through our veines apts the base bloud to pride To all the sinnes that are or ever were O horid ill have we not cause to feare To quake and tremble when our dull dead eyes Drunke with the poyson'd dreggs of sinne ne'r spies The mischeivous perills and the blacke affright That hourely wait on the spirituall fight Fiends live at Sea and Furies on the land Gluttony for a Corporall dos stand Avarice a Pioner Sloth you 'l spie An idle Gentleman of a Companie Wraths the Serjeant Envie the Colours gaine Lust the Lievtenant is Pride the Captaine These in the hearts of ev'ry one takes place Where Cowardly Soules shuns the blest meanes of grace Let us for ever then desist from evill Wisedome commands us to desie the Devill To combate with our sinnes oppose temptation Fight against Hell the Devill and damnation This for a Caveat take strive to live well Ingratitude to God findes flames in Hell While grace is offer'd then watch fast and pray Ther 's no prevention in the latter day None lives secure that to his Vice lives friend A Vicious life oft makes a Vicious end Strengthen me my Creator make me fight Thy holy battell let not the worlds delight Disswade my soule sweet Iesus for thy merit Enable me rowze my dejected spirit Vncharme Hells charme O sacred God untie My fetter'd soule let me not ever lie Lull'd in the lazie lan of deadly sinne This Minute Sacred Saviour now beginue To give release and as thou didst provide Army of Angells for Eliahs guide Who to secure him girt with Enemies Mounted his soule from worldly vanities So Heav'nly Day-star blessed Jesus end This my designe thy
holy Angell send To be my guide my guard my sacred spell ' Gainst all Enchantments Witchcraft Death and Hell So shall my Anthem ev'ry Morning be Glory of Heav'n pitty O pitty me Pitty me Wretch most wretched vilely base Wanting thy sacred aide spirituall grace The onely Cure sinnes raging flames to quentch Is Aqua Lacrymarum that will stench The wounds proud pomper'd Dames delight to make On the poore soule of man make him to quake Afeard to stand on that false Rocke of Ice Idlenesse feeder of foule Carnall Vice Blacke errours cloud South Fog which rotts the mind Leapours the soule and is that Northerne winde The cause of all sinnes stormes 't is dangers floud Sinnes-surging Ocean swelling in mans bloud O Soule alluring sinne me me forsake I charge thee hence by him that made Hell quake By that Almighty One in sacred Trine All holy spells and charmes Magicke divine Sister of Angells Virgins Chastitie By that Sovle saving sacred puritie Fly from me all base thoughts be just mine eyes And be your selves hate wantons witcheries The blessing of th' Almighty Lord of Hoast The Father the Sonne and the Holy Ghost Preserve be with me now and for ever when My soule is most distrest Amen Amen The Virgins Honour I As a Child that of it selfe can doe Nothing to sheild Virginity from woe Prostrate on bended Knees with teares I fall Before thee Lord O heare on thee I call Pittie me wretch I that am in the prime Heate of my youth and the most dang'rons tyme Of all my life beseech thy heavenly aide All holy helpes Lord pitty me weake Maide Lest like the filly fly about the Flame I scortch to Cinders burne out my good name Quench quench the flames of all lewd carnall Motions Inordinate desires all loose affections Never let my soule be led away good Lord By Wanton Company that no good afford Waking or sleeping O thou King of Kings Let the safe pearefull shaddow of thy wings Be my Eternall safetie lest the mines Of Golden Snares alter my chast designes By day and night Lord let thy gracious beames Disperse all wandring thoughts all idle dreames My Chastity is a more pretious Iewell Then I can keepe let me not then be cruell To my owne soule but by the more that I In the great danger of Temptation lie So much the greater let thy grace preserve My Virgin Honour and though I deserve Thy Vengeance indignation and no favour Yet for thy Mercies sake most sacred Saviour Be thou my Advocate Lord make me free To sue in ferma pauperis under thee Angelize thou my soule to shunne the Tract Of obscene speech lew'd thought and uncleane act To thee for ever make me reconcil'd In Body and Soule chast holy undefil'd And through the operation of thy grace To spit defiance in sinnes uggly face Pleasures are poysons to this soule of mine Ther 's no true joy on Earth but what 's divine What shall I doe helpe Prince of Paradise I cannot stand nor stirre for slip'ry Vice Quicken me Lord enable me to pray Humble my Minde my Parents to obey In all their just commands and at all times Patient to beare reproofes confesse my crimes Ne're let me Lord be so depriv'd of grace To scoffe like some their Parents to their face Make me in stead of stubborne waies to grieve 'em At their most need still able to relieve ' em Increase good Heav'n the number of their dayes To speake thy glory and to sing thy prayse And if thy will e're call me to the state Of honorable wedlocke let my Mate Be such a one good God with whom I may Serve thee in peace and never goe astray Ne're let contention nurs'd 'twixt Man and Wife Disturbe the Quiet of my married life Married or Single let me ever be Fitted with Prudence pleasing unto thee Make me to shunne great God sins dang'rous shelfe That I apoore Tree barren in my selfe May Bud and beare such fruits of Faith as may My soule emparadice at the Judgement day The Single and Marrid Life SOme say the single life is single care Yet sinne still Slaves it under Sathans snare Soule-burning Beauties-brav'ry witching folly Which mads th'intemprate Braine breeds melancholly Delight in dangrous Dice Drabs drinke and Riot Sinne Theife-like robs the single life of quiet Hinders the happie Soule from being wed ' To Vertues faire Chast Honest Humble bed O what a sacred sweetnesse had it beene Had our first Parents purity shunn'd sinne Marriage that Rich immaculate Robe of honour Hadne're beene tempted then to base dishonour Lust that do's hour'ly slave the single life And shunnes the sweets of Wedlock through base strife Had ne're beene thought on then all had gone well Soules ne're had cause to feare sinne death nor hell Mariage was made for Man 't is a true Text For honour not dishonour to be vext With deadly strife adultr'ate fornication Vnruly Lust sinne-causing-separation Hell to the Bed that 's chast turning the ease Of wholsome Marriage into a disease Wedlocks great weighty worke craves sound advice Begg'd at the hands of Heav'n lest cheating Vice Puts tricks on faire beleeving honesty To cloake Biggebellies prurient renery Marriage requires a solemne Meditation Trembling resolve no sudaine affectation Vnask't of Heavn'n the mari'd life must be Vnforc'd Religious faithfull chast and free Else like Jehorams Match t will prove a curse Bad the beginning but the end farre worse Learne wisedome by this Truth be zealous Vse holy Iobs preservative be Jealous Thou that art Married over all thy waies Beauties alurement Natur 's ill spent dayes Thy trouble about wealth greifeâ— long and large Care still to get Childrens continuall charge Losses by Servants sinnes infirmity Vnquietnesse of Neighbours all do cry And cry alow the married life to be Man's ent'rance into sad calamity The Married life I fitly may compare To Heav'n or Hell unto the Earth or Ayre 'T is Heav'n where harmelesse Turtle Mates agree But Dismall Hell where Couples faithlesse be Sweet like the dainty wholsome Ayre to sense Where Man and Wife content shunne rude offence But where deepe discord rules and proud disdaine There like the gaping Tongue-tide Eath for Raine Sun-burnt with sordid Actions deeds unjust They partch to Cinders fall away to dust T is sinnes just payment whose reward is death The misery of life and scourge of breath Wisedome directs the married life to be The peacefull Embleme of true Vnitie Heav'n gives a blessing makes that love divine Where Man and Wife content draw in a Line A Wife obeying of her Husbands will Ha's the rule over him deserves no ill Love is a worthy Wife Times precious woman Lust a perfidious Harlot true to no man There is no joy on Earth that can transcend A Husband and a Wife kind to the end The carefull Husband 's honest gaines no doubt Makes the Good-wife an honest layer out A Vertuous Wife free from all lewd expence Is the Husbands joy
sad Pilgrimage of woe An Arke of travell shop of vanity Store-house of tristes inhumanity A field of stones a path of thornie prickes Meadow of Scorpions Grove of Basilickes The World 's unquiet rest is all Mans foe Dangers attend us where so'e're we goe Mischievous Deceits Brawles Quarrells Fightings False-hearted Neighbour-hood base back-bitings Friendships so faithlesse ripe full blowne with evill A friend to day the next for gaine proves Devill The World's condition right 't is slave to sinne Beware of it the world 's a cunning ginne T will entrap soules call then to God for grace Let griefe for worldly crossesne'r take place Never let sorrow runne into extreames Vnlesse for sinne so shall Celestiall Beames Glorifie thy soule make it immortall Free it fromills what ever can befall In this false promising world this Maze of woe Where wretched worldlings know not where to goe To winde them out such are the various waies Of life-oppressing yeares Moneths Weekes and dayes As Prose ill read abide too much missusing Or vertuous verse when Rogues have the perusing So fares it with the faire and flourishing line Of that sweet Heavenly straine Poesie Divine Basely neglected by the monstre Crew Of Puff-Past-Muddie-Mindes that pish and mew Make a wry Close-stoole-face a squint ey'd glance At Vertuous verse whose sad mischance Is to goe unregarded when the crime Of a Lascivious bastard Ballad-rime If baudy enough though ner'e so unfit Winns favour profit and the praise of wit Reade with delight and much too much requir'd Coppies sought after greedily desir'd When perfect Poetrie Musicke to the soule Truths firme opposer ' gainst crymes filthy foule If read most read for fashion small delight No comfort no respect but scornefull slight And such is Vertues Foe the Worlds proud Minion In whom ther 's no true love no perfect Vnion O Divine Poesie I lament thy state To see thy beauty disproportionate So poorely in esteeme ther 's few I see Or none at all take true delight in thee This wanton World farre sooner will approve Ioy in Pot-Poets lousie Ryming love Or want on Ovids straine to itch the eare And stirre the bloud to Lust rather then heare The Sempeternall Aime of Noble verse Which points at Heav'n and tells us of that sierce All-threatning Thunderer he that descries Our secret deeds our blackest Actions spies At which amaz'd my Muse stands wrapt in wonder Beggs mercy mercy O thou God of Thunder Or we shall shipwrack all All too too blame Farre too unmindfull of Gods sacred name His blessings day by day his great mercy Long suffering and excelling safety Why should we wormes stand precious in Heavens sight And nor be damn'd to everlasting-Night For our foule-erring sinnes sinnes that excellâ— Ingratitude to Heav'n picks open Hell Hell that this instant Gapes to seize this world Which deserves eu'ry moment to be hurld To endlesse Flames but for the Excellence Of OVR FATHER'S wonderfull patience O for the Pen of pure perfection To Character mans imperfection Open the blind excessive sinners Eyes Force teares for sinne make him himselfe despise Teare ope his eyes that All-amaz'd with Horrour Trembling he may behold his dreadfull Errour Live as in sulphurous Flames see his evill See the Grand Devill and cease to be a Devill Holla commanding Empresse of my Braine Whither thus stings my Muse divert thy straine The World 's a Racke Times Tenter-hooke to catch At mindes most honest makes a man awretch Thousands in want finding no way to cure it Hazard the Gallowes rather then endure it Mis'ry of Miseri's when Coyne growes scant Mans fortunes Foot-ball ther 's no wot to want It dulls brave witts when nothing else can doe it Tames makes desp'rate when Tyme brings men to it Want makes a man turne slave unto a slave Scof't scorn'd and flouted at by ev'ry knave By ev'ry silken sodden-headed Foole That never felt Heav'ns rod nor Mis'ries schoole Want breatheth mischeifs never thought upon Makes too many dainty Dames turne wanton Want like a Mad-man makes men sweare and dice Forget their God turne Vertue into Vice Husband and wife the sister and the Brother Compell'd through want devoure one another Merchants Lawyers yea some Divines will fall When want doth soundly gripe 't will trie 'em all And therefore as an Antidote be sure Strive to please God first that 's the onely cure ' Gainst Wolvish want then let thy present state Thinke on some honest meanes 't will new create Thy understanding put thee on away With rev'rent Soule on bended knees each day To serve thy God aright so he from falling Proves thy Protector gives thee a Vertuous calling Heav'n grant the honest mind may never knowe The fierce assaults of wants that hell of woe Torture of minde murd'rer of modestie High-way to Theft Cut-throate of chastitie The key of whoredome Bane of that true love Which many boast but few did ever prove Many vow Love for ever to be true Yet when want comes whores are not more untrue How sweetly did that Sacred Psalmist sing And runne Times true Division on the string Of Misery when he of God did crave Nor want nor too much wealth least in the Grave Of damn'd Despaire much want might hale him in And riches mount him to the highest sinne Lackey his way to lewdnesse to mistrust Gods mercies and to practise waies unjust A holy feare seiz'd on that Sacred King To dread wants dangrous Dart proud riches sting May the good Man still thirst for mercies Cup Clymbe Jacobs sacred Ladder and mount up Into a fiery Chariot burning zeale Live a bright Angell in Heav'ns common-weale Free from this world whose pompe and bravery Is but a Land of Dirt meere slavery Mundus domus ampla malorum Ac scelerum Patria est THE FLESH THe Flesh unto the Soul 's a bitter Pill Sweet gilded poyson Candide o're to kill Hurrid Caroacht in Pride with glitt'ring showe Of swelling pompe whose sweet effect is woe Fleshly delights begets much misery Makes couples married unadvisedly Thinking Love tittle tattles can feede their wishes Love soone growes cold where there is empty dishes Of all the sinnes that are when nothing can Ruine the soule the Flesh prevailes with man Mans eyes no sooner on devotion waite But in steps Carnall concupiscence straight Shee 's at his Elbow still to itch him on Th' unhappie path to his confusion Chast Wives are Saints women that wantonize Witches all poyson hell is in their eyes In which as in a wildernesse of woe In striving to get out on mad men goe Starke mad past sense spight of all bookes Schooles Ruine their Fortunes prove the slaves to Fooles For an alluring minutes trifling joy Insatiate Licorish longing a meere toy The flesh false Traytor like strives to betray The soule to Hell as Heav'ns just cast-away Fleshly delight in Man feares want of breath More then his God sinne or Eternall death When just Plagues come then sin-sicke sots can tremble Make knowne
to all the world how they dissemble Pray with the Lip not heart wrest sacred Text To serve their owne ends first and then Gods next Provide to live in pestilent Times beginne Take greater care to fly from death then sinne Ther 's nothing in our Flesh but wickednesse 〈◊〉 to live and obscene wantonnesse O vaine desire of mortalls can there be In flight or Physick crue ' gainst heav'ns decree No no ther 's no escape no way to this Mans good life onely meets with mercies kisse We forget now that dreadfull dismall chance The terrible Arrow of Gods vengeance When death buried farre more then the earth could swallow And no man to the Grave his friend durst follow O why should Mortalls wish long life to live What comfort what true joy do's this live give Ther 's nothing not one thought that do's us good But it is strangl'd straight by flesh and blood Holy Saint Paul finding the fleshrebell Desir'd to be dissolv'd proud flesh to quell And Sacred Symeon sung ' gainst sinnes increase Lord let thy servant now depart in peace Shall such soule sweenting preparations be Forgotten quite O blind securitie What is it we behold in this vaine life But daily dangers soule-bewitching strife The Flesh is full of dagger never quiet 'Mong fullfed dishes and Luxurious diet When my Soule-Erring Eyes staring behold A dang'rous strumpet flame in glittering gold And murd'ring beauty sparkling from her Eye Burning temptation then me thinkes I spie My most apparent mischiefe plainely see How I ne'r strive to please my God as shee Strives to please men such is the flaming pride Of the vaine flesh it hurts on ev'ry side Ther 's nothing constant in us if to day Vertue we love to morrow Vice obey What a notorious Coxcombe unto sinne Lust makes of Man slave to a whores soft skinne What 's a delicious Harlot but a cheater A poyson'd Marmalad Box that rots the earer A Harlot Man most fitly may compare To Quicksilver whose Mertall like asnare When er'e it meets with gold does evermore Mlingle it selfe so commonly a whore 'T is not the Man but money she respects And mingling with the one she both infects Drinks deepe in Taverns Swaggers Sweares and raves Gets gold from fooles to spend it upon knaves The cheife praise of a good wise do's not lie In outward shew but inward pietie If Vertue rules her bloud she merits love If not I will assure thee shee will prove Like a deceitfull glasse where man may see Hee 's meerly cheated in her O miserie Man makes lewd women proud with looking at And wondrous wanton to beleeve that The onely cure Lust's raging flames to quench Is Aqua Lachrymarum that will stench The wounds proud women so delight to make On the poore soule of Man make him to quake Afear'd to stand on that false rocke of Ice Idlenesse feeder of foule carnall Vice Nurse of blacke thoughts south-Fogg which rots the minde Leapours the soule and is the Northerne winde The cause of all sinnes stormes that dang'rous flood Lusts surging Ocean swelling in Mans blood O Devill desire of Lust me me forsake I charge thee hence by him that made hell quake By that Almighty One in sacred Trine All holy spells and Charmes Magick Divine By that sweet Excellent Sacred Puritie Sister of Angells Virgin Chastity Fly from me all base thoughts be just mine eyes And be your selves hate wantons Witcheries Impendet periculum omnibus THE IESVITE NOt like that Masse-Priest he whose mouth is cram'd With words that speake all Protestants are damn'd Him nor his slocke I dare not censure so Nor meane to write more then I justly know To be most true in which knowne Path I finde Counterfeit Catholiques so grossely blinde They dare outface Heav'ns Truth forg'd lies maintaine To Cloake the cunning Iesuites subtile Braine He that do's Theefe-like waite for vertues fall Lives in perpetuall watch to blow up all The President recorded stands for ever In this Realmes safety which hell's Plot can never Wipe from Rememb'rance never shall the Evill Of that close Secretary to the Devill That Iesuite Garnet live forgot while I Have Pen or Hand to write his Tragedy That Myne of Murther Mischiefes Master-vice Lodg'd in the Politicque skull of Avarice His desp'rate Soule was such he durst to swimme A Sea of Vice be rackt in ev'ry limme All tortures suffer rather then reveale The Treason his Religion bids conceale Witnesse thou Ghost of Garnet this is true He that han'gd drawne and quarter'd had his due To him was knowne the powder pitchie Treason Never to be forgot he knew the season When where and how that suddaine bloudie blow Black Hell-bread Thunder flaming overthrow Should have beene given knew the Times short space When no soule should have time to pray for Grace Or cry God helpe The Treason was so foule The Traitors would have damn'd both body and Soule If in their power and ev'ry soule i' th Ayre Tost up sent unprepar'd of heav'nly prayer With all their sinnes O horrid horrid Act All this the Iesuite knew conceal'd the fact And rather then disclose least warning give King Prince and Nobles not a soule should liue Here was a Villaine yet I 've knowne in Spayne The Traitors death so moan'd such Credit gaine Though here he dyde for Treasons just complaint There Monster Iesuites make a Martyr'd Saint Mischievous Masse-Priests to his meriting fame At the high Altar in a spacious frame Advance to him as to a Saint most blest His Body-mangled Picture thus exprest Garnets Picture Bare Head white Beard Lookes sober in his Gowne Him over head Angels with Laurell Crowne About his Neck a long large Haltertide Hangs as befitting such downe the Left side His Belly ript bloud seeming open straw Holding in his righ hand his pictur'd draw Beneath his right side flames a Heart in fire Bove his left Limmes quarter'd Treasons hire Presented on a Tower which Pictur'd storie Straw-fainted set up to 'th Arch-Traitors Glory Invites each eye yea all the world to see Iesuites Protectors of all Villany Poys'ning of Princes held as trifling things With them 't is meritorious to kill Kings Can this Religion be they thinke it pure But man ne'r knew Religion more impure Their Church is but their Cloake bad deeds to further The only sanctuary for bloud and murther Plots Practizes hellish abomination Pardons for Treason holy approbation Of that ill-Sainted wretch his cursed fault That Father to Faux the Divill i' th vault Such Iudas-Iesuites ever Traitors prove To King and Prince disloyall in their love Yet outward fawning seeme on bended knee Low as the earth O true hypocrisie Vnder the mild aspect of Reverence In duty and submisse obedience With Oylie Eloquence best pleasing Phrase Catching Orations full of flatt'ring praise When in the heart abides no spot of good All treach'rous thoughts all thirsting after bloud The fall of Princes changes alteration The Protestants Religion 's desolation Such is