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A29823	Sacred poems, or, Briefe meditations, of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke	Browne, Edward.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590. Sepmaine. English.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1641 (1641)	Wing B5106; ESTC R12452	45,038	82

fur nay they 're not loath To take the Excrements of the poore worme Which they into brave Silke and Sattin turne Then doe they begge of fish Pearle for the Neck And find in Sea-sands pretious stones to deck Their sinfull bodies then they take great paines To Digg and delve in Earth for Golden gaines And when they have this borrowed Treasure got About the streets they jet and frisk and trot Provoking others thus to looke on them Deeming themselves better than other men But greater folly than this is not knowne For one to boast of that is not his owne Yet thus have I too oft done and was glad When I brave Cloths upon my body had Therefore I 'll now put off this Pedlers pack Which all this day hath burden'd thus my back Could I as quickly put off my foule sin And in new Robes of Grace my Soule put in As I can cast these filthy Rags aside That from mens eyes my sinfull shame doth hide Then should I be receiv'd a welcome Ghest Of Christ my Saviour to his glorious feast Where Angells Patriarkes and Prophets old Apostles Martyrs and the Saints doe hold A feast of Joy thus should I then be blest In Robes of Glory in eternall Rest Of Sleepe SLeepe is the Image and Picture of Death In which wee seeme sencelesse and voyd of breath The Bed seemes as the Grave in which we lay Our bodyes mould which turnes to dust and Clay And to the Saints death 's truly but a sleepe That doth refresh their minds and safely keepe Their wearyed Soules which when they were awake I meane alive very great paines did take To serve the Lord for which they hated were By wicked men who bended all their care To persecute oppresse and doe them wrong Therefore they doe greatly desire and long To be dissolved and to be with Christ In whom their joy and quiet doth consist Besides Christ warmed hath the earths cold bed For his beloved when he laid his head To rest three dayes therein and hath oft cald Death but a sleepe once to a Jew enthrall'd Foure dayes in grave then did he groan and weepe And said friend Lazarus doth sweetly sleepe And of the Ruler Iayrus his dead daughter He said shee slept which moved some to laughter And holy Martyres went as cheerefully To take their death as in Rose beds to ly Because they knew death to be but a sleepe Which doth refresh their Soules and bodies keepe Safe and unhurt unto that glorious day When they shall rise to live with Christ foray But unto wicked men death is a Terrour Which to remember fills their Soules with horrour If then the thought of death their minds affright How will they be amaz'd to feele his might When he doth strike them with his deadly Dart How loth will then the Soule from body part Because like friends they liv'd on Earth in Joy Well clad well fed and felt not much annoy Now if a man to mortifie one part Of his weake body In such deadly smart Is put unto that makes him groane and cry Oh then what will be the great misery For him to suffer when through every limb He feeles deaths pangs fiercely assayling him First from extreame parts Fingers Feet and Toes Then Leggs and Armes and so in order goes Through every Joynt Veine Muscle Sinew Bone Till at the heart it rests and there alone Like a besiedged Prince his Soule lookes out For helpe of friends whom shee did little doubt Would so forsake her in her extreame need To wit Youth Physick helplesse friends indeed Then doth she greatly feare tremble and quake Expecting hourely when the fiend will take Her wretched selfe And then when shee doth see The flattring Doctor parted with his fee The weeping of his wife the losse of all Jewells and brave apparell that 's not small Griefe and vexation to his wretched mind That all his wealth he so must leave behind Which hee did gather with such griefe and ca●e To serve the Lord he had no time to spare And lastly now to thinke what will become Of Soule and body how the noysome worme Serpents and Vermin shall take for their food That dainty body which he thought too good To tread on earth or to come in the aire This will almost drive him into despaire But when he thinks his Soule must come before Hearts searching Judge and when he sees the score Of his great sins which his own conscience showes And hath not where to pay for well hee knowes He did not show his faith by living well And therefore doth deserve nothing but hell Which when the Soule doth thinke on slavish feare In wicked men doe bring them to despaire Which causeth them to fret to howle and cry To thinke how blisse they lost in hell they 'll lye For evermore in torments past expression But all this while I have made a digression From what I did intend at first to write It seemes I am misled by darksome night Of bad mens deaths in which they cannot sleepe For hellish fiends their Soules awake doe keepe Therefore I 'll pray to God that he may keepe My Soule and body so that I may sleepe In rest and peace in bed as in my grave And that in Mercy hee would freely save Both Soule and body to that blessed day Of resurrection that in heav'n alway I may with Saints and Angells shine as bright As doth the Sun and praise God day and night Of the weeke THe wisedome of the Lord did first compose The week into seav'n dayes as Moses showes Thereby to teach us how to spend our time In Meditation of his workes divine And in three weekes God hath his great workes showne The first is of the worlds creation In which the power and might of God appeares The next is preservation in the yeares And ages since till this same very houre And the third weeke doth show his love and power In the Redemption of all-fallen mankind But I am weake in body dull in minde So that not one of these I can declare As is befitting for the best that are May come farre short in such a sacred theame Therefore I onely doe intend and meane To shew each sev'rall dayes denomination And therein touch the workes of Gods creation And in this place I now will briefely speake Of mans fraile life in Davids generall weeke For he divides the life of Mortall men Into sev'n parts till threescore yeares and ten And therein I will show how pretious time Is vainely spent each age in one short Rime The first tenne yeares man is a harmelesse child And as a Lamb his life is meeke and milde But after that Goat-like he skips and Joyes In foolish vanities and Idle toyes And so till thirty man 's an untam'd Colt Heady and from all goodnes doth revolt And untill forty hee 's a sturdy Bull His limbes are strong with blood his veines are full But after that his courage

death as he doth passe Survayes this water weakly wal'd about Then breakes the Glasse so runnes the water out Oh that I could be like the glorious Sun Who doth rejoyce his lightsome Race to run And shineth brighter to the perfect day Then should I likewise in a vertuous way Begin and in the same still persevere Thus should I spend the day the weeke and yeare Of the Morning Light FIrst in the morning when I ope mine eye If it be light me thinkes I doe espie A glimps of Glory But if darksome night Be not orepast then doe I close my sight And musing thinke of that eternall horrour Where is no comfort but dismaying rerrour Then doe I muse on the materiall lights That God prepared hath to helpe our sights The Sun the Moone the Starres and twinkling Tapers That men invent which vanish into vapours And with these Temp'rall lights mee thinks I see That spirituall light hath great Affinity And this Spirituall light 's Illumination From Divine knowledge by Gods Inspiration The hea●hens knowledge is much like the light That men doe make to helpe their darkned sight Whereby they know there is a God that hee Doth punish vice Crownes those that vertuous bee The Jewes light 's the Divine and holy Law Which as the sages star their hearts might draw And drive to Christ whom they doe daily see In Types and figures shaddowed to be The Papists Knowledge is most like the Moone Which they doe borrow from the Gospells Sun But Truth 's so wrapped in blind errours lap As clouds their light and shewes their hard mishap But knowledge in our Land is like the rayes Of the bright Sun which shineth at noone dayes Free'd from all foggs and mysts of E●rours vaine And unto all men open cleare and plaine Oh what confused horrour dread and feare Should wee in our distressed bodies beare If but depriv'd of light for a few dayes Wherefore we have great cause to give God praise Not onely for this temp'rall changing light But much more for the glorious Gospells sight Of Vp rising WHen I doe heare the dauntlesse watchfull Cock And that same Bell which rings at five a clock There comes into my mind the fearefull call Of the last Trump which then shall summon all Man-kind to rise out of the earths cold Bed And when that when I doe reare my drowzie head I musing thinke of the most glorious sight Of Saints and Angels in the Celestiall light Oh Lord I pray G●ant I may dayly rise From sins loath'd Bed and foule impieties That I may walke as a Child of the day In vertuous light and in a pious way That at the last when this ●raste flesh shall be Disrobed of corruption and set free From Passions thrall which now in mee are bred I may with joy lift up my troubled head And in a moment in celeshall light Behold the lustre and the glorious sight Of our good God who is in persons three And yet in Essence but one God is hee Of putting on Apparell WHen I array my selfe then doe I muse How in a spirituall habit I should use To deck and cloth my selfe so every day That I might never feare the fatall fray Of the worlds Baites and the fraile fleshes Charmes Which may allure and bring me in the Armes Of Satans power who doth daily seeke Me to devoure that am both poore and weake First on my hart I should fast fix the Love Of God and holy things that are above Then should I gird my Loynes with truths sure cord Which I must gather from Gods holy word Then should I arme my Breast in warlike state With righteous life as with an Iron plate And on my head I should keepe sure and fast Salvation as a Helme that ay will last And for the feet of my corrupt affections I should have shooes of such Divine directions As in the sacred Gospell written are My wayes in Piety thus to prepare Then with good workes take up the shield of faith Which will as the most holy Scripture saith Blunt dull and beat back all the firy Darts Of Satans malice whose aime's at the harts Of poore weake Men thus should I armed bee Against that wrathfull watchfull enemy If that I were thus armed strong before And yet behind were naked thin and poore I thought that I might wounded be behind But to prevent this I should bend my mind To be as watchfull with a restlesse eye As my foe 's carefull quick to see and spie Both where and how he layes his trecherous traynes That so I might frustiate his too great paines By taking in my hand the two edg'd Sword Of Gods keene-cutting and sharpe-piercing word And therewith cutting off this Hidrae's head Which not so pruned would so hugely spread That almost no resistance could be found To bring this great Goliah to the ground If I could dayly thus my selfe adorne And in this habit dresse me every morne Then should I neither dread the cold nor heat Of chilling Poverty or fiery threat Of wrathfull Tyrants neither would I feare Sin death or hell o're me should dominere But I should alwayes be in blissefull plight Well Cloth'd and healthfull as a Child of light Oh Lord I pray thee Cloth me with thy spirit That I may neither feare cold Winters night Nor Summers heat so let me ever be Clothed with Christ my wedding garment's hee Of Mans Labour AS I doe walke abroad my mind 's at strife To see how all men in this mortall life Take care and travell to prolong their dayes Upon the earth by many severall wayes And how Artificers with nimble wit A hundred Rarities compose and fit For sev'rall uses how the husbandman Doth plough and sow and Reape and thresh fan Most like the Ant in Summers scorching heat Who labours hardly for his Winters meat Another he tugs hard against the tide His laden vessell longst a Rivers side The Merchant he doth take great care and paines To venture farre and sometimes gets small gaines The Trades man in his darke shop puts to sale His broken wares with many a famed Tale And preachers they doe cry to beat downe sin Till they be hoarse and little good they win The Magistrate should strive with all his might The guilty to adjudge the wrong'd to right The Scholar he doth set his Braines and wit To get some knowledge though small benefit And thus each man in his peculiar way Is troubled and incombred every day To get provision for this brittle life Although sometimes with envy and much strife Oh happy then are they who now are dead From all these troubles they are ever free'd Yet by this same I can most plainely see What Portion Adam left posteritie That by hard labour and their bodies sweat They all must labour to procure their meat And he that doth not thus for his provide It is not fit on earth he should abide But like a carelesse Idle slouthfull droane Out

of the Hive It 's fit he should be throwne For why should he of the sweet Honey eat That the poore Bee with labour hard did get If wee doe as wee should take such great paine To prop preserve this life that 's fraile and vaine Oh how should wee then put our selves to taske To get and gaine that life which ay will last If for our bodies health wee oft will spare Our most delicious and delightfull fare Shall wee for our Soules health grudge or repine To fast from sinne or else refuse to dine If for our profit we the paines thinke small To bend and crouch to prate to cry and call Shall we thinke much unto the Lord to pray With hearty voyce and humble mind alway If the poore Smith does thinke it no great Toyle Over the fire in smoake to burne and broyle Shall wee if when the Lord thinkes good to try Our constant faith in flames refuse to dye Oh Lord I doe confesse my feet are slow My heeles are heavy and refuse to goe Into thy holy house thy word to heare And in my body I sloths Image beare My hands are Idle and my eyes are lazie My heart is dull my lips to laud thee crazie Wherefore I pray Infuse into my minde Such heav'nly grace that I may be inclinde To labour and take care for heav'nly food More then for any fading earthly Good So when this life shall cease I may be blest And live with God in a perpetuall rest Of Eating and Drinking IF that our bodyes want due food to eat How doe we labour straight to find out meat Or if with cruell thirst we be possest Till we find drinke we cannot be at rest Oh this should teach me after Grace to long Which is the Soules Refection to prolong My spirituall life and never be at rest Till with such meat and drinke my Soul 's refresht And when I doe behold the great provision For earthly Bodies from Gods loving Mission How that all creatures for our food are slaine Oh Lord thinke I If for this life that 's vaine There 's such provision in such sundry kind For life eternall to refresh the mind There 's as great plenty and as various store Of spirituall dainties If not far much m●re My daily food should be Christs holy body Which by the mouth of faith I swallow wholy To strengthen and refresh my sinfull minde That I may at the last true comfort finde My drinke should be my Saviours pretious blood Which quencheth sinfull thirst doth much good For all my sins It would wash quite away Oh this should be my bread and drink all day That at the last when as the dismall night Of death shall come in heav'n I may shine bright My Salt should be the sanctifying Grace Of Gods good sp'rit which I should ever place Upon the Table of a pious hart That I there with may season every part Of all my sinfull thoughts my words and deeds And every evill lust which in mee breeds Yea this should be the ordinary food Of my poore soule for her eternall good But yet at severall times there 's sundry dishes Of Beasts of Birds of divers Herbs and fishes In prosperous state there is the loving Hinde Who having eas'd his fellowes goes behinde The charitable Storke and temp rate Swallow The loving Prawne and pearle fish they may follow In this same messe to teach men of great might Gentle sobriety to doe poore right But if Adversity become our state The first dish is a Lambe immaculate The patient Sheepe the gall-lesse harmlesse Dove In this same messe should likewise have our love Th' industrious Bee the nimble painfull Ant The milke-white Lilly this messe should not want And many other things of precious kinde Which I can hardly bring into my minde And all to teach that in a cause that 's good It is a glorious thing to spend our blood And to beare patiently Gods chastising hand Like Iob at last more strenuously to stand At all times else there is much spirituall meate For our poore soules But I cannot repeate One halfe or quarter of this great variety It is enough if I can finde saciety In the least crum of any heavenly Grace That after I have finisht this lifes race I may in heaven keepe a continuall feast With Christ my Saviour in eternall rest Of the Night HOw soone doth darksome night succeed light day By this I know I have not long to stay In this fraile life which doth so quickly hast That as a day it selfe doth spend and wast But what need I to feare deaths gastly face For I am young and in a healthfull case I have not yet arrived to high noone For I in yeeres am scarsly thirty one Yet what of that for this same very night God may bereave mee of to morrowes light For cruell death with his impartiall knife Doth cut the thread of mans most wretched life Before that ten or twenty yeere's expir'd In this fraile life whereby I am requir'd To take due notice that ere long may be Deaths dart may make as quick dispatch of me And now because I undertake to write Of the similitude of darksome night I doe desire of God that I could tell Blinde errors paths and the dread paines of hell My selfe thereby to warne to take great heed That in blind errors wayes I may not tread For they will lead me to the darke Abysse Of dolefull horror where no comfort is And error in its selfe 's so smooth a way That the best falleth in it every day It is a maze which if we once get in Out of the same it 's hard to get agin And he that in it very often wanders Shall finde a troope of crooked sly Meanders But I will bring them into these two kindes Errors in life ignorance of mens mindes And here at first my senses are at strife For who can tell the errors of this life To such a countlesse number they doe grow That my Arithmeticke them cannot show The errors that in my poore soule are bred Doe farre exceed the haires upon my head If my sins rise to such a summe alone Who can the totall of all sins make knowne Under sev'n Captaines they doe march in fight Pride lechery and envious hatefull spite Cruell man-killing wrath beastly excesse In meat and drinke sloth greedy cov'tousnesse These are the chiefe wayes but there 's many more Crooked by-paths that leade men to the dore Of utter darkenesse for they doe delight To act their deeds i' th darke and out of sight So Hazael when he was left alone Kild Benhadad that it might not be knowne Achan did also hide his thievish pelfe Because that none should know it but himselfe Th' Adulterer waites also for twilight That he may act his sinne out of mens sight And the deceiver in his darke shop vents His broken wares that none knowes his intents And ev'ry sinner doth ev'n hate the