Torments The Philistims are Prepar'd against me with a dreadfull War And the Almighty who hath stood my Friend In many Battels given victorious End To all my Actions and in Dreams would shew Whether I should be Conquerour or no All things so near unto my Wishes brought I knew the Battels End ere it was Fought But now no Invocations can desire The all-disposing Power to inspire My Ionging Soul with so much Augury As serves to prophesie my Misery These are the Causes make me thus return To thee though sleeping in thy peacefull Urn Sam. Com'ft thou to me to know thy Enterprize Can Man make manifest what God denies Yet I shall ease thy doubt and now prepare To hear the fatal passage of thy War So sad a Sonnet to thy Soul I 'le sing Thou 'lt say it is a Curse to be a King That all his Pomp Titles and Dignity Are glorious Woes and Royal Misery As good Kings are call'd Gods that suppresse Evils So bad Kings worse than Men grow worse than Devils But these are exhortations fit for those That have a Crown and People to dispose Alas thou 'st none but what adds to thy Crosse Thou hast it to be ruin'd with the losse Thy Diadem upon thy Head long worn In Majesty shall from thy front be torn So shall thy Kingdome from thy power be rent And given to David as his Tenement Before the sun hath once his journey gone Unto the West thou shalt be overthrown By the Philistines all this shalt thou see And then thou and thy sons shall be with me But all these sorrows would have been Delights Hadst thou against the Curs'd Amalekites Obey'd the Almighties will But 't is too late Now to exhort farewel attend thy Fate Sau. Oh! dismal Doom more than my Soul can bear A thousand Furies in a Band appear To execute their charge a Ghost dost doth bring News that doth make a shadow of a King Oh! wretched Dignity what is thy end That men should so their fond Affections bend To compasse their Frail Glory half these woes That I have on me would confound my Foes Must these mysterious Miseries begin With me the small'st o' th' Tribe of Benjamin It could not else be stil'd a perfect Thrall The highest Riser hath the lowest fall Would I had still kept on my weary way To seek my Fathers Asses then to stray This Princely path of passions I had then As now most curs'd been happiest among men Ye Princes that successefully shall Reign After my haplesse End with care and pain Peruse my pitied Story do not be Too confident of your frail Sov'reignty If Titularity could safety bring Why was 't not mine a Prophet and a King And for a Friend what Mortal can excel The Knowledge of Seraphick Samuel Who had he liv'd and I his Counsel taken I had not as I am been thus forsaken But now I shake thee off vain World Farewel Here lies entomb'd the King of Israel All you that stand be wary lest you fall And when ye think you 're sure Remember Saul LET US PRAY AFter the Creed our holy Pastors say Unto their Congregations Let us pray The Custome is divine it argues they That are Beleevers must not cease to Pray Sure those three words contain a charm that may Protect Beleevers therefore Let us pray Would we resist temptation the broad way That leads to black Damnation Let us pray Would we have Names and Honors nere decay But flourish like the Spring-time Let us pray Would we live long and happy have each day Crown'd with a thousand blessings Let us pray Would we have Jesus Christ the onely stay Of our sick souls and bodies Let us pray Are we with Judas ready to betray Our Friends for fatal treasure Let us pray Are we grown proudly wise will know no way To Heaven but our own pray Let us pray Are we so full of wrath that we could slay Our nearest dearest Kindred Let us pray Have we committed Treason and no way Is left but desperation Let us pray Do we with Dives let poor Laz'rus stay Fasting while we are Feasting Let us pray Lest evil-Angels bear our Souls away As they did his to torment Let us pray Are we in dismal Dungeons doom'd to stay 'Till Death allow enlargement Let us pray Are we so us'd to swear that Yea and Nay Are words of no Assertion Let us pray Doth Pestilence possess us lest Delay Consume us in a moment Let us pray Are we in wrathfull War where Tyrants sway The sword of black injustice Let us pray Would we return victorious win the day From our red Adversaries Let us pray Doth Famine vex our Nation and decay Our once too pamper'd bodies Let us pray Doth Causeless Care oppresse us that to day We cast for food to Morrow Let us pray Are we despis'd contemn'd made to obey The wrath of other Nations Let us pray Are we in sicknesse and would gladly play The sanctifi'd Physitians Let us pray Doth Death approach us lest too long Delay Lose both our Souls and Bodies Let us pray Would we be ready for Dooms dreadfull day Let us like Ninevites Fast Watch and Pray Sure sinfull Sodom had been sav'd had they With one entire consent said Let us pray And put those words in practise what we may Obtain by Faith and Prayer who can say But those blest Souls in Heaven If Despair Poyson the Soul no Antidote like Prayer If in the stead of Disputatious we These seven years had put our Piety Into the Act of Prayer we might have bin Free from those Mischiefs past or now begin Prayer is the Key of Heaven way to quiet The Lands preservative the Angels diet It breaks the rage of Thunder calms the Ocean It is the sweetest Issue of Devotion The Soul put into Language a Design That by just claim doth make Gods Kingdom thine The Princes Treasury the Earths increase The Christian's Sacrifice the Path to Peace If we would have more blisse than Men can say Pens write or Angels tell us Let us pray An Acrostick conteining the Ten COMMANDMENTS EXOD. XX Thy God of Gods I am whose hand Hath Ransom'd thee from Egypt's Land Oh! then no other Gods implore I Make no carv'd Statues to adore II Almighty God speak not in vain III See that his Sabbaoth thou maintain IV Jn honor let thy Parents be V Oppose thy Wrath from Murther flie VI Reject Adulteries faint pleasure VII Do not steal in any Measure VIII Abandon all false Witnesse never love it IX Nor let thy Soul thy Neighbors Riches covet X Intemperance A Fancy upon VVords HE that 's devoted to the GLASS The Dice or a Lascivious LASS At his own price is made an ASS He that is greedy of the GRAPE On Reason doth commit a RAPE And changeth habit with an APE The Lover whose Devotion FLYES Up to the Sphere where Beauty LYES Makes burning-glasses of his EYES If long he to that IdoI PRAY His Sight
PIETY AND POESY Contracted By T. J. LONDON Printed for Robert Wood 1643. PIETY AND POESY On the Title that was fixed upon the Cross of our Blessed Saviour Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews Imploration ALmighty Maker on whose Power divine The Seraph and the sacred Cherubin Attend with holy Anthems gracious be To my Defign Oh make my Poesie Pure as an Angels Essence that it may Sing in thy Quire when my neglected Clay Becomes a prostrate Ruine and is burld To its first Earth by the forgetfull VVorld Oh! may each Line have a celestial Art To make the Good prove Constant Bad Convert Then in this Line I may declare my Muse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews This was once Pilat's Title and his Jest When it was fixt on the diviner Crest Of my Eternal Lord Oh! I must grudge At thee false Pilat Couldst thou judge thy Judge Could thy oblivious Soul so soon expell The apprehension of each Miracle His potent Power performed if he wou'd Legions of Angels had secur'd his Bloud From thy insulting Tyranny for hee That was thy Pris'ner could have captiv'd Thee Oh! then how durst thy Rebell heart abuse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews Why like a just Judge didst not punish them Who i th' worst form of malice Spit on him Why did thy lewder Laws the Traitor miss That seal'd his Master's Murther with a Kiss Why did thy black thoughts hold conspiracy To send him to thy long-vow'd Enemy His death Pilat's and Heroa's hatred ends When True souls suffer Impious men are Friends But why did thy injurious Judgement passe On Jesus clear for guilty Barrabas A Murtherer that did like thee refuse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews But Scriptum est Eternity decreed That on the Crosse the King of kings must bleed Condemn'd by Vassals Pilat dar'st thou sit Upon the Bench for whom the Bar was sit Obdurate Judge could not thy Eyes relent To see the glory of an Innocent Brought to thy guilty Session where the Jury Instead of Good and True are fraught with Fury Such as without Examination cry'd With voyces lowd Let him be crucified His Bloud be upon us thus they accuse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews Ye are all guilty and his bloud will bee On all your Generations yet agree To call your Verdicts back No then go on They love no Good dread no Damnation Me thinks the purple purchase Judas sent Confessing he Betray'd the Innocent Should give your guilty Sentence an affront His words were True He took his Death upon 't Though 't was a desperate one Could he expect A better End for such a bloudy Act Like Ends must fall to all who do refuse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews All that you can alleadge is this He said Destroy this Temple and without Man's aid You shall perceive in 3 days space that then By my own power it shall be built agen Where were your Wisdomes then could not your wise And learned Rabbins know the Mysteries This Oracle pronounc'd He did foreshew The Temple of his Bodies overthrow This Temple you do ruine and you shou'd Pay for the Sacriledge your guilty Bloud Although with Stripes and Scorns still you abuse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews He bears his Cross toyls till he 's out of breath Oh! cruel must he Labour for his Death But Simon takes his Burthen and goes on Under the Tree must bear Salvation A Fruit that we should for Souls comfort keep Although the first Plantation makes me weep Now was their Journy ended for they saw The place of Death Skull-bearing-Golgotha There was the Cross up-reared and on that My Lord was hovsted nail'd derided at This Title plac'd upon him which ensues Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews Now doth he Pray and his dread Father woo To Pardon cause they know not what they doe Now doth his Human Nature loudly cry Eloi Eloi Lamasabacthanie Now he resigns the Ghost his Spirit flies Hierusalem is fill'd with Prodigies The Graves are open'd the cold Dead come out Ranging the fatal City round about The Temple rends how could it stand alone After the Jews remov'd the Corner Stone Oh! let this prompt my Soul nere to abuse Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews A Dream of Dooms Day DReams are the Stories of our Sleep they be The things that best perswade Security Is not in beds of softest Down for they Disturb by Night like our Designs by Day Yet there be some who have them in election To be the Prophets of our next days Action I shall hold no opinion but refer Them and their Natures to th' Interpreter But I 'le declare my own The hour of Night Nature and Custome did at once invite My weary Brain to Rest. I made my Prayer To my Preserver and did straight prepare To entertain their bounty Not an hour Had Sleep possess'd me with his passive pow'r But such a Dream I had as made me flow In my own Sweat and Tears a greater woe Nere did engrosse the grieving soul of Man Since those black days Egipts ten plagues began The Dream ME thought up to a barren Mountains head High as ambitious Babel I was led By my own gentle Genius there to fee What was nere taught me by Cosmography The Quarters of the World Casting my eyes Full in the East the glorious Sun gan rise Just in my Face his Beams had so much pow'r They spoil'd my prospect yet before an hour Was full expir'd me thought the Sun began His Declination it backwards ran Or else my eys deciev'd me all the Air Me thought grew thick as if it did prepare To give the Earth a showre for I could spie The chanting Birds unto their Nests to flie Beasts to their Caves the Night-bird to begin Her dismal Note as when the Day shuts in And now the Sun was turn'd to darkness to Night never was so dark Day did nere shew So opposetly light so that my Hand Could scarce declare where my own feet did stand My Senses all were numm'd and did resign Their Faculties I wish'd the Moon would shine That since I was depriv'd the short Days light I might receive som solace from the Night The Moon did rise and yet no sooner shone In her full Sphear of Glorie but was gone And nothing was left to be understood Where she declined but an Orb of Bloud Lord how I trembled then so did the Hill Whereon I stood as if 't were Sensible Of this prodigious Change the Stars did fall As soon as fix and now were wandring all Where were thought I th' Astronomers this year They did not quote this in the Kalender Now down the Hill I creep'd purpos'd to see How the great City took this Prodigie I saw 't was full of Lights ere I was there I heard the cries of Women a great fear Possess'd
by Loves inflaming RAY Is lost * For ever and for AY Elegiack Poems An Elegie on the Death of Mr. John Steward IF a sad Stranger may presume to mourn And build in Verse an Altar ore an Urn If Tears that com from Heart-instructed Eyes Appear no despicable Sacrifice If you 'll conceive Sorrow can keep her Court In Souls that have the Cause but by Report Or if the loss of virtue you believe Can make its Lover though a Stranger grieve Admit my Wet Oblation which imparts Something that shews th' effects of mourning Hearts You who have had no Tears for your own Crimes And cannot vent a Sigh for these sad Times Within whose juiccless Eyes was never seen Drops but proceeding from a tickled Spleen And you who valor-harden'd never cou'd Bestow one stream to see a Sea of Bloud Though of your Sons or Brothers Come to me I le teach you true grief in this Elegie Steward is dead a man whom Truth and Fame With Virtue ever shall imbalm his Name Crave although Young who in his heart did prize Learning and yet not wittier than wise Religious without Faction and could be Courteous without the Court Hypocrisie Just to his Friends not Hatefull to his Foes For he had none though Virtue seldom goes By Envie unattended He was one In whom appear'd much of Perfection But Death the due of Nature must be paid Beauty and Strength must in a Grave be laid So hasty and unwilling to defer The time is our great grim Commissioner Then let us mourn let our true Sorrow swim That he is not with us or we with him 'T is Good to mourn for Good as to Regard Or pity is a kinde of a Reward His latest precious Breathings had respect To nothing more than divine Dialect Which he committed to his mourning Friends In Exhortations for their better Ends Unlocks his breast which onely could express Aspiring Prayers and pious pensiveness Thus like a Traveller that will not stray To any talk but 's journey and his way Our Peregrine discourseth till at last As Tapers near their end give greatest blast He dies and all the Duty I can do Is on his Herse to fix a Line or two The Epitaph UNderneath this Marble lies Youth's decay that Merchants prize Who trades for what is just and wise On this Urn let no man laugh Reader if thou keep him safe His Name shall be thy Epitaph Let no one here presume to Read Unless he be by sorrow lead To drop a Tear upon the dead It shall be but lent for when Thou com'st to th' period of all Men His Friends shall pay thy Drops agen On the Death of the most worthily honour'd Mr. John Sidney who dyed sull of the Small Pox SIdney is dead a Man whose name makes furrows In his Friends Cheeks channel'd with Tears for Sorrows Within whose Microcosm was combin'd All Ornaments of Body and of Minde In whose good Acts you might such vollumes see As did exceed th' extent of Heraldry Whose well-composed Excellencies wrought Beyond the largest scope of humane thought Indeed within his Life 's short little Span Was all could be contracted in one Man And He that would write his true Elegie Must not Court Muses but Divinity He 's Dead But Death I have a Speech in vain Directed unto Thee where I complain Upon thy cruel Office that could find No way to part his Body and his Mind But by a fatal ficknesse that confounds The beautious Patient with so many wounds Sure when thou mad'st his Fabrick to shiver Thou could'st not chuse but empty all thy Quiver What Man to all odds open in the Wars Dies with such a Solemnity of Scarrs Yet his great Spirit gives the Reason why Without that Number Sidney could not die And therefore we will Pen it in his Story What thou intend'st his Ruine is his Glory So when the Heavenly Globe I 've look'd upon Have I beheld the Constellation Of Jupiter and on all parts descri'd Th' illuminated Body stellified Sprinkled about with Stars so that you might Behold his Limbs and Hair powder'd with Light This wee 'l apply that though we lose him here His Soul shall shine in a Caelestial Sphere The Epitaph IN this sacred Urn there lies Till the last Trump make it rise A Light that 's wanting in the Skies A Corps inveloped with Stars Who though a Stranger to the Wars Was mark'd with many hundred Scars Death at once spent all his store Of Darts which this fair Body bore Though fewer had kill'd many more For him our own salt Tears we quaff Whose Virtues shall preserve him safe Beyond the power of Epitaph An Elegie on the lamented Death of the virtuous Mis Anne Phillips Dedicate to her Son and Heir Mr. Edmond Philips REligious Creature on thy sacred Herse Let my sad Muse ingrave a weeping Verse In watry Characters which nere shall dry Whil'st Men survive to write an Elegy Dull Brass Proud Marble and Arabian Gold Though they tyre Time and Ruine shall not hold Their aged Letters half so long as we Shall keep thy living worth in Memory Obedience was thy study Truth thy aim Wisdome thy worship Fortitude thy fame Patience thy peace and all good Eys might see Thou did'st retain Faith Hope and Charity Within the holy treasurie of thy Mind Were the choise vertues of all Women-kind Nothing that had affinity with good But liv'd within thy Spirit or thy Bloud No costly Marble need on thee be spent Thy deathlesse Worth is thine own Monument Thoughts of Life and Death written upon the occasion ex tempore I Never look on Life but with a loathing When it is sterril and conduceth nothing To my Eternal Being but when I Find it devoted to the Deity To love my Neighbour and obey that State Which God hath made next and immediate Under his sacred Power when I have will To Forgive him that doth me greatest ill To calm my Passions to content my Friends And do no Acts that savour of self-ends Then I love Life but wanting this I have No joy but to exchange it for a Grave An Epitaph on the Death of an Organist WIthin this Earth a place of low condition Intomb'd here lies an exquisite Musician Living he thriv'd by Concord and agreeing Looking from all things to Eternal being In Equal Rule and Space he lead his life A constant honest Consort to his Wife Much troubled Musick suffer'd such derision By many that began Points of Division He now without controul no question sings Eternal Anthems to the King of Kings An Epitaph on Himself NAy Reade and spare not Passenger My sense is now past feeling Who to my Grave a Wound did bear Within past Phisicks healing But do not if thou mean to Wed To read my Story tarry Least thou Envy me this cold Bed Rather than live to marry For a long strife with a lewd Wife Worst of all Ills beside Made me grow weary of my Life So I fell sick and died An Epitaph on a Strumpet buried at Gravesend once at my landing there to go to Canterbury WE read that Sacred Solomon would have No nice distinction 'twixt a Whore and Grave Since it is so then now it may be said That heare a Grave within a Grave is laid She was no Sextons wife yet now and than Suspition said she buried many a Man But now the Grave is dead why then my Friend The worst is past Thou 'rt Welcome to Graves-end An Epitaph on my worthy Friend Mr. John Kirk REader Within this Dormitory lies The wet Memento of a Widdows Eys A Kirk though not of Scotland One in whom Loyalty liv'd and Faction found no room No Conventicle Christian but he Died A Kirk of England by the Mothers side In brief to let you know what you have lost Kirk was a Temple of the Holy Ghost FINIS John 19.19 Matth. 26.53 Mar. 27.30 Mar. 14.45 Luke 23.7 Mar. 27.26 Mat. 26.24 Matth. 27.23 Matth. 27.4 Mat. 26.61 John 19.17 Mark 15.21 Mark 15.22 Joh. 19.19 Luke 23.34 Mark 15.34 Mar. 15.37 Mat. 27.52,53 Ephes. 2.20 * Rob. 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