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Poems written by Henry Lord Arundel of Warder and Count of the Sacred Roman Cmpire [sic].
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Arundell of Wardour, Henry Arundell, Baron, 1606?-1694.
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1679
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Wing A3896; ESTC R27197
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POEMS Written by the Right HONOURABLE Henry Lord Arundel of Warder AND Count of the Sacred Roman Empire Now PRISONER in the TOWER 1. A Valediction to the WORLD HEnce all you Visions of the Worlds delight You treach'rous Dreams of our deluded sence Passion too long hath seiz'd on Reasons Right And play'd the Tyrant in her own defence Her fluttring Fancies hurry'd me about To seek content which I could ne're find out If any pleasure did slide o're my sence It left a mark of shame when it went thence And when possest it relished no more And I remain'd as Thirsty as before Those pleasant Charms that did my heart seduce Seem'd great pursu'd but less'ned in the use And that false flame that kindled my desire E're I could cast the pleasure did expire But Reason now shall repossess her Throne And Grace restore what nature had o'rethrown My better Genius prompts me to declare Against those follie 's and to side with her She tells me 't is high time to stemm that Tide Whose Torrent doth me from my self divide Those brutal Passions do un-man our mind And rule where Virtue had them slaves design'd Such usurpation shall prevail no more I will to Reason her just Rights restore And make my Rebel heart that duty pay To her which on my sence was thrown away But this dear Lord must be thy act not mine Thy Grace must finish what I but designe It is thy pow'r alone that first doth move Then gives us strength to execute and love For Nature hath by custome so prevail'd And such dominion on our sence intail'd That we can never hope but by thy hand To free our Captive Souls from her Command That fatal liberty which for our good Thou gav'st us was ill us'd worse understood Man made by reason not like Beasts to obey Losing that reason grows more beasts then they And sure we lose it when we do dispence With our known duty to delight the sence Since then thy bounty doth my heart Inspire Make me to do as well as to desire Set so my wavering heart from passions free That it may ne're love any thing but thee By thy sweet force my Stubborn will Incline To quit my Conduct and to follow thine So shall my Soul thy double purchase prove Bought by thy Bloud and conquer'd by thy love 2 Persecution no loss WHat can we lose for him when all we have Are but the Favours which his Bounty gave And which when sufferings force us to restore God only takes them for to give us more And by an happy change doth kindly prove He takes our fortune but to give his love How vainly should that beggar chide his fate That quits his Dung-hill for a Chair of State So fares it with us when God doth displace The Gifts of fortune for the gifts of Grace God did on suffering set so high esteem he that way chose the lost World to Redeem And when his love and nature were at strife He vallu'd more his suffering then his Life And shall Opinion have more pow'r to move Then his Example Doctrine and his Love Love makes Afflictions easie to complain Lessens the merit and augments the pain Let 's humbly then Submit to his design And give that freely which we must resign So shall our Losses prove the best Increase Of future Glory and our present Peace 3 Quem amat castigat IF then the earnest of thy favours be Affliction good God let it light on me I le glory more in such a kind distress Then in all comforts when thy love is less And by my Misery I le make it known In spite of th' World how much I am thy own No fruitful showr shall by the thirsty plant Be kindlier entertain'd then scorn and want Or loss of Honour Fortune or delight Shall be by me That which did once affright And fill'd my troubled Mind with care and grief Shall be my future Comfort and relief I never more will Court a smiling Fate Since he 's so happy that is desolate Afflictions shall be pleasing for they come Like friendly show'rs to drive us sooner home And by thy love such Charms are in them found As cure the Heart which they intend to wound So strange effects doth Grace in us produce To change as well their Nature as their Use 4 Considerations before the Crucifix WHen I behold thee on that fatal Tree Sweet Jesus suffering and that 't is for me When I consider in that purple Floud My sins ebb out but with thy Life and Bloud When I reflect how dear my soul hath cost I'm mov'd to wish it rather had been lost For how can that life please that doth deâ—â—â—oy The Life of him by whom we life enjoy And yet to wish thou hadst not suffered so Were to reproach thy love and wisdom too And if we Joy in what thy Death hath brought We must allow the pains by which 't was bought So that our joy and grief united lye And natures Life is t' have her maker dye It is thy will dear Lord must be obey'd And in that duty both those debts are payd O let my Soul in a due measure find A joy becoming and a mourning mind A joy in thy kind will ev'n whilst it made Sun-shine in Nature by thy God-head's shade A grief to see the Torments sin did merit And Man deserv'd God should himself inherit That so divided 'twixt thy pain and will I may resign with joy and yet grieve still Adoring so this Trumph of thy Love That weeping here I may rejoyce above 5 Upon the Pains of Hell O Restless Groans O sloathful Tears O vain Desires O fruitless Fears One timely Sigh had eas'd that Pain Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Pennance is thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse which thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected mercy hath no room When Justice once hath fixt his Doom Prevent then timely by thy care That endless Pennance of Despair And weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into eternal Day T is only they have power to move And change Gods Justice into Love If by the vertue of his Grace Thou shedst them in a proper place LONDON Printed 1679.