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death_n	body_n	life_n	word_n	5,550	5	4.0137	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27986	The book of the Song of Solomon in meeter with some brief observations from the text, something pleasant, but more profitable to the unprejudiced reader, who loves the knowledge of God, and hath his heart inflam'd with the love of the Lord Jesus / by T.S. ...	T. S.	1676 (1676)	Wing B2632; ESTC R36655	56,274	78

ere to morrow They oft take wing and leave poor men to sorrow They neither last nor cannot satisfy As Ionah by his gourd in part did try The Sun arose and with it rose the wind From th' eastern quarter vehement unkind God had prepard it to rise wondrous high That he might Ionah's patience further try The sun and wind they both conspire together To make it hot and very soultry weather They beat on Ionah Ionah he doth faint And breaks into this passionate complaint My life 's a burden to me let me dy For I have liv'd to see thee falsify Thy word and mine which is my dayly trouble And yet O Lord thou dost my sorrows double My body is afflicted as my minde Then life 't is better for me death to finde O let me be shut up within the grave And clos'd in silent darknesse then I have That thing I wish and in my self desire And cannot have it till my life expire Mans days on earth most variously are spent Sometimes he 's pleas'd sometimes he 's discontent Observ from Jonah's passionate complaint upon his suddain change Sometimes his joys do mightily abound E●e while again they cast him to the ground For joy he laughs sometimes for sorrow weeps Nor reason nor religions bounds he keeps When man 's transported with his lawless passion Not to Gods will but his own he will fashion Himself in all things be it good or bad Anger joy sorrow oft makes wise men mad Then God repli'd to him a second time Mine anger might arise as well as thine Then thou a greater cause I have besure And yet my patience still it doth endure So manifold affronts I have had fro' thee Where judgment might yet mercy is shewd to thee Is this a thing worthy thy commendation Angry to be after this dispensation Didst thou regard my acts of providence Sham'd thou wouldst be to take so great offence At so small matter is this well in thee To be displeas'd at what is done by me How darst thou let thy anger rise so high As in it wish so desperately to dy Thus God with Ionah argueth the case To bring his soul again into its place When we run from him he still seeketh us Observ from Gods reasoning so lovingly with Jonah to bring his soul into its place and set him straight again And sayth return again why is it thus When man is minding naught but self concerns The wise and gracious God full soon discerns His swift destruction usherd in a pace If not prevented by his special grace Now Jonah answ'ring said to God again My angry passion I will still maintain My cause is good I can it justify And if I angry be untill I dye Untill my soul is from my body going 'T is well and weldone by me for so doing Gods dealings whether they are rough or mild Doth little good when passion groweth wilde Observ from Jonah's ill use of Gods gentle dealing with him answering foolishly again Nor sharp reproof nor exhortation kind Will any kindly entertainment find Where lust uncurbed goes and gets the reynes It bootless proveth for to use the means Of betterment men thereby rather turn Away from God and at his counsell spurn Once more the Lord repli'd and to him said With thy own practise I will thee upbraid What hast thou not for thy own self much cared And glad hadst been if I the gourd had spared Had'st not thou pitty on that fading thing Which I out of the earths-large-womb did bring Up in one night without the help of day And in one night it perisht quite away Thy labour on it thou didst not bestow No art nor skill of thine did make it grow This plant this gourd fain thou wodst have preservd It pleasant was to thee and so deserv'd Thy care and diligence to nourish it Sith in its shade thou didst delighted sit Which was a thing of very small renown Compared with that great Assirian town What reason then that I should not take pitty Upon that famous great populous City Wherein the little ones besides the old Were more then sixscore thousand fully told All persons for their age unapt to learn 'Twixt right and left hand they cannot discern The cattels much that doth about it feed To be prefer'd before a stinking weed I made them for my service and my use Yet me they did provoke by their abuse To threaten judgment therefore thou wast sent And when they heatd they fear'd and did repent How could I chuse but on them pitty take And shew them favour for my mercy sake For why in mercy thou knowst I abound And not them only but thy self hast found As great forbearance at my gentle hand When thou rebeld against my just command And now like to a frantick furious fool Art discontent because I do not rule According to thy pleasure not thy will But mine be done thou oughtst it to fulfill Then up be gone and get thee home with shame And study more to know my glorious name Regard my voice and answer when I call thee And sin no more lest a worse thing befall thee FINIS

thee Lord hear me While I expostulate the case with thee Have I not cause to be in angry mood Was any man so serv'd that ever stood His credit with thy glory to maintain If none were so then well may I complain Ere I went out of my own countrey dear This was the very thing that I did fear Not only fear it but I said it too For why I thought full well what thou wouldst do Thou would not bring to pass what I must say And preach and cry aloud at Niniveh I thought full sure that thou wouldst soon repent Yet to denounce their doom I must be sent I know O Lord what these men now do find That thou art gracious mercifull and kind Full slack thou art and slow pac'd unto wrath But winged speed always thy mercy hath And if a people truly do lament For sin and do reform thou wilt repent Consid'ring then it would not be avoided By heathen ones thy word would be derided And my ambassage too they would despise And say I thundred out a heap of lies For which so saying I must bear the blame And be cal'd prophet false to my great shame This is the reason it seems right to mee Why formerly to Tarshish I did flee And thou hast judg'd it for a heinous crime But whos 's the fault whether 't is thine or mine These things so sadly do my spirits grieve No earthly thing O Lord will me releive It is far better for me for to dye And in the dust in silent darkness lye Then longer live sith nothing but disgrace My portion is whilst I am in this place I do beseech thee let my life expire And take it from me that is my desire Thus when fond passion sways and goes uncurb'd The minds of men thereby are soon disturb'd Soon out of order gotten out of frame Observ from Jonah's pettish choosing death rather then life because God did not act according to his mind They glory in the things should be their shame The Lord in patience all this while did bear With Jonah's angry passion and did hear His words reflecting on his Majesty Yet like a loving father passes by His great offence seeing him frais and weak Did thus in gentle manner to him speak How now what Jona darst thou angry prove Dost thou not think it will my patience move How darst thou once presume to be so bold Dost think with wickedness that I will hold Or dost thou think that this is well in thee Oh wondrous strange what Jonah angry be Did not my mercy and my justice strive To kill thee els for to keep thee alive Hast thou forgot how mercy did thee save When justice would the whale should be thy grave Mercy prevaild and thou canst not deny it Then cease thine anger canst thou justify it Hast thou not learnd and been taught in the schools That anger resteth in the best of fools Thus God in goodnesse labour'd to convince The pettish prophet of his foul offence Observ from Gods patience and forbearance though provokt by Jonah Imputing all to his infirmities As parents do to children whom they prize Jonah is angry yet it did not move God to be angry cause he did him love So great is love love cannot finde its like So great is love love spares when it should strike So great is love not easy to provoke Love suffers long before it give one stroke So great is love so high and broad it grows It covers sins all multitudinous Now Jonah had a longing great desire To see th'vent when th' forty days expire For at this time he would not come to know Whether God would destroy them yea or no Perhaps for one or other end God may The execution of the judgment stay For this a maxim is receiv'd of many Forbearance never yet acquitted any Out of the city great and populous Jonah departs and now away he goes And when he came to th' east side of the town He goes not further but there sits him down He makes a booth and in it is his seat The shade thereof defends him from the heat Untill the truth of falshood shall be tride Of his late message there he doth abide But now perhaps soon after he comes thither His booth he made begins to dry and wither The Country's hot the sun with mighty heat On Jonah's head continually did beat By reason of which heat his soul is greiv'd Then God in mercy wills he be releiv'd The Lord 's a present help in time of trouble And mercy upon mercy he doth double And treble too Observ from Gods compassion providing shelter to releive Jonah always in time of need His power and pitty is put forth with speed To save and succour his distressed ones His bowels yearn to hear their sighs and groans Fear we not then in depths of misery To help us then 's his oportunity For he then brought an herb out of the earth Turns Jonah's sorrow into pleasant mirth A mighty plant he quickly made to grow With boughs and branches on it high and low That they might shade and shelter him all over And from the scorching heat be Jonah's cover Under the shadow of it he doth rest Thinking thereby that he is greatly blest Such great refreshment he hath lately found In his new house springing out of the ground He doth rejoyce he is exceeding glad So great his joy is all the grief he had Sustaind by reason of the heat before Seemeth as though he thought on it no more A suddain change begets experience sad To day he mourns that yesterday was glad His suddain joys are turn'd to suddain greif His plant it dyes that gave him such relief For now alas before he was aware In readinesse a worm God did prepare Who with his sharp teeth and his cruel jaws As bit with hunger eagerly he gnaws Who smote the gourd and now the gourd is dead And with it Jonah's joys are withered Such is the nature of all earthly things Which for a while so great contentment brings They fade they vanish perish and decay Observ from the withering of Jonah's gourd shewing the fickle state of all things With winged haste th' are gone and passe away Th' are but a puff a blast a watry bubble That soon is gone or like a fiery stubble That in a moment is consum'd and past Or like a post that on the way makes hast Or like the dusky clouds that break before The sun appears and then are seen no more Or like the flower or herb or fruit that 's sown That wither will as soon as it is mown Or like the vapours drawn into the ayr Or like the thing that 's gone when 't doth appear Such are the things in which men take such pleasure And too too much account their chiefest treasure The sweetest joys that are upon the earth Are dying still so soon as they draw breath To day they are injoy'd but