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A19905 Mirum in modum A glimpse of Gods glorie and the soules shape. Davies, John, 1565?-1618. 1602 (1602) STC 6336; ESTC S109346 43,605 88

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such sorrow 's mixt with solace still Which is substantiall good with seeming Ill. This takes away th'obiection vsde by thee Thou godlesse Man against thy Gods good will Which faith he hath no care how ill we be Or if he had from Ills would set vs free Wherein thou dost the Good and Ill confound For to a good man can no ill befall Though hells of harmes did euer him surround And to a bad man no good can or shall Fall to his share though he possessed all For Goods the Ill abuse vnto their woe Wherewith they execute no mischiefesmall As worldly ills doe make the good forgoe All that is ill indeede or ill in shoe For as a Body craz'd conuerts good foode Into the humour ill predominant Whenas the sound conuerts to perfect blood Those meates that are to health most discrepant So doe the Bad with Wealth the Good with Want With thy Mindes eies behold those Caesars past That were fell Tyrants and thou needes must grant That for they were of their owne shades agast That which they held held them to horror fast What if an aking head were crown'd with gold What could that doe more then to paine it more It were too heauy hard and too too cold To giue it case or make it as before Which goldes restoratiue cannot restore How stopps the purple Robe the purple bloud Of him whose hart a traitrous hand did gore If in such cases such can doe no good Then who will Tirants taxe in enuious moode With gold or Ir'n what skils it to be giu'd Sith both our freedome reaues indifferently What matters it to be of life depriu'd With Axe or Hempe sith all is but to die Saue that the Axe doth it more speedily Aduance a Begger on a burning Throne And at his foote let Princes prostrate lie What pleasure takes he in Kings so or'throwne But such as kingly Tyrants feele alone A greater signe of death cannot appeere If fage Hipocrates we credit may Then when we see the Sicke to gripe the geare That lies vpon them or with it to play They are past helpe God helpe them then we say So they which still are fingring worldly things And greedily gripes all that 's in their way Whether they Subiects bee or frolicke Kings Are at Deathes grizly gate and Swan-like sings Many thou seest with Iustice Sword in hand Vpon it fall or it falls from their fist Because they could not well the same command And so themselues might mischiefe ere they wist God spills and spares by like meanes whom he list So want saues some that wealth would cast away Phisitians meates restraine that health resist And we for our health sake doe them obay Because of sufferance comes ease we say Grieue not to see a Beggar made a King Nor yet a King a Beggar made by chance The first doth stand in awe of eu'ry thing The last feares nothing subiect to mischance Because he liues as death should him aduance No Kingdome to Content no Crowne t'a Crosse No peace to that continuall variance We haue with our Affections and no losse To that of Heau'n for a world of drosse Store is no sore some say nor is ease ill So thought not Cirus who the Sardines sill'd VVith all that mought voluptuous thoughts fulfill VVhich for a plague to them he so fulfill'd And that they might so curelessely be spill'd The sober Soule and temp rate Body sees How mortall it is to be ouer-fill'd But th' eyes of swolne Excesse still ouersees That which with God and Nature best agrees Many meets Death at Feasts that in the field Could not come ne ere him though for him they sought A Splint at Triumph hath some Kaesars kil'd That many a bloudy battle erst had fought Thus Kings to death triumphantly are brought Because they will triumph ere victory The end makes all and in the end we ought To triumph only if we liue and die Belowe the Crosse that vs shall crowne on hie But yet saist thou what Prouidence can see The guiltlesse made a bloudy sacrifize To expiate the rage of Villanee That nothing else will quiet or suffize What skills it how the vertuous liuer dyes Sith by a bloudy death in likely-hood It pleaseth God their Soules so to surprize And on the brow of Time write with their blood Their virtues for succeeding Ages good Thus makes he Euill Good in spite of Euill For all that Is doth to his Glory tend Whereto he guides the doings of the Deuill Though Diu'ls doe it not vnto that end Then sith Gods Prouidence so cleere is kend As that s●●se Blindnesse needs must see the same Let Gods ●●●les wisely thereon stil depend Whiles these wise men like fooles past Grace and Shame Denying it loose Body Soule and Name FINIS Coloss. 3. Bicause such a Monster should euer breathe The Noble comes sooner by violent death then the obscure
Pow're consociates Pow'res diuine Gliding through Heau'n on hir celestiall wings And to the Angells Hymnes hir eares incline And all the Hoast of Heaun together brings At once to view those bright-eye-blinding things Yet stayes not here but doth hir selfe intrude Into the presence of the King of Kings To see th Obiectiue sole Beatitude That of the Cherubins cannot be view'd And hou'ring here she staies and straines hir fight To see the same as of it selfe its seene But taper-pointed Beames of extreame light Darts through hir eies and make them sightlesse cleane Yet inly sees a certaine Light vnseene That so doth rauish all hir powres of Sence As in the Heau'n of Heau'ns it makes hir weene She sensibly hath reall residence O'rewhelm'd with Glory and Magnificence But if the Body in disposed bee And due proportion of the Humors want If Wisdome do not well the same foresee She here may passe the bounds of Grace I grant And so wax franticke vaine and ignorant Or else presumptuously too curious For Powre inscrutable she must not fcant To hir powres reach for that were impious And most impard'nably presumptuous For as our Corp'rall Eyes cannot behold The Sunne whose substance is but corporal So the Soules Eye being fixt to mortall mould Cannot behold the Deity immortall But if our Eye were supernaturall And fixt vnto the Sunne then might it see The Sunne it selfe and with the Sunne see all So shall the Soules Eye see that Deitie When after death it fixt to it shall bee Yet Contemplation may by force of loue Whilst yet the Soule is to the Body tide Wing d with Desire ascend her selfe aboue And with hir God eternally abide So neare as if she toucht his glorious side For as one drawing nigh materiall fire Doth feele the heate before the flame be tride So who drawes nigh to God by Loues desire Shall to and with that heau'nly Flame aspire This is that holy kind and sugred Kisse That God in loue vouchsafes the louing Soule To which this louing Lord espowsed is When as hir Lord he by his grace doth rule Which doth extinguish all affections foule This Kisse must needes be short as Lightnings leame Or else it would the Body so controule Through Soules excesse of ioy in such extreame That it would leaue hir in a datelesse dreame Those Soules that are by Contemplation fixt So fast to God that th' are remou'd by none Are like the Seraphins to God confixt Who are exempt from outward charge alone And still like burning lampes surround his Throne For as fine Gold beeing molten in the fire Doth seeme as if the fire and it were one So is the louing Soule through loues desire With God in Contemplation made intire Here Contemplation may so long reside For here she makes the Soule drunke with delight As if the Body Soulelesse did abide And all the Sences were depriu'd of might While from hir selfe the Soule thus takes hir flight To such excesse of mind some men are brought That they do see by reuelation right How they should liue and belieue as they ought VVith many maruells else surmounting thought This ghostly wine in Contemplation drunke Hath made ere now some Soules so drunke with ioy As some good Bodies in the same haue suncke As if they were strooke dead with some annoy And othersome it hath constraind to toy To sing to leape to laugh and some to rue Who then to weepe they doe themselues imploy Some nothing say but Iesu Iesu Iesu And othersome some words they neuer knew The cause of all these motions as should seeme From the Soules blisse and ioyes-aboundance came Which to the Body shares that ioy extreame And it not able to containe the same Doth vent it out with jestures vsde in game As when new wine into a caske is cast It vpwardes boiles and many motions frame And wanting vent it will the vessell brast So fares the Body which these Dainties taste But heere me thinkes I heare some Athist say All these are but meere naturall effects For th' obiect of our Loue our Soules betray To eu'ry Passion which it selfe reflects And so the Pagan his false God respects As Loue thereto these things in him doth worke But neuer Heathens heart had these Affects For neuer in a Pagan Iew or Turke Can such Soule-pleasing Iubilations lurke For as in Tempests Smoake away doth flie Which yet augments the fire and spreads the flame So in Afflictions stormes these dogges will die And can no praier with deuotion frame But Christians then can best performe the same Who though with Troubles stormes they still are tosst Yet of their endlesse griefes they make their game And in their most affliction glory most When such affliction grieues a Pagans ghost Know then whose knowledge is but Ignorance Whose Wit though ne're so nimble is but lame That all is subiect to the gouernance Of that I Am that no Tongue well can name For there is nothing subiect vnto Chance But as he will so will all Fortunes frame Who is the proppe of diuine Prouidence Which thou seest not for want of Grace and Sence Thou Diu'l incarnate Monster like a Man Perfidious Athist gracelesse Libertine Which Nature then produc'd when she began To wrong her selfe and from herselfe decline Yea then when Reason farre herselfe ore-ran And to the brutish part did whole incline What brow of Brasse can beare thy earned blame Whose Conscience fear'd wants sense of sinne and shame For loe the Soule by force of Contemplation Engulphed lies in ioyfull Extacy Where she doth languish in a loue-sicke passion Swallowed with sweets in such extremity That shee s eu'n stifl'd with felicity But O wretch that I am when when O when Shall my dry soule her thirst here satisfie But I a sincke of sinne and Soile of Men Am too too fowle this Fount a loofe to ken Here neede the Soule to stand vpon her guard And keep the Tempter at the Sp'rits sword-point Else pride will puffe her sith so well she far'd Which swelling will runne downe from ioynt to ioynt That she wil burst if Grace her not annoynt This found he true that found this true repast In the third Heau'n as God did fore-appoint Yet must he Buffetts with such Banquets taste Lest he should be puft vp and so disgrac'd For our Soules foe extracts Ill out of Good As our Soules friend doth draw Good out of Ill The foe can foile if he be not with-stood With Pride our Piety and our good-will But our best friend though we offend him still From these offences drawes humilitie Which makes vs crouch and kneele and pray vntill He doth commiserate our misery This doth our friend vnlike our enemie The Soule cannot her soundnesse more bewray Then when she doth Temptations strong resist For like as when our Pulses strongly play We know wee neede not then a Galenist So when the Soule doth paint striue and persist In strugling with Temptations then we kno That