well And while I liue I le be the leading-Bell That shall thy lowdest Peales of prayses ring Which in the Clouds shall ne'er leaue ecchoing Or be the Trumpet of thy Fame to fill Th' Aetheriall Lofts with Straines more lofty still That when Times wings his Funerall flame consumes Thy Fame shall soare with faire vnsinged Plumes An Epitaph on the death of the right vertuous Lady Liegh sole Daughter of the same right Honourable Lord Elesmere Lord Chancellor of England which Lady deceased the third day of Aprill Anno Dom. 1612. HEre dead shee lies who while aliue she was was Graces Inne Wits Home and Vertues Rest Whose WORTH was of true Worthinesse a Masse yet well proportion'd for her humble Brest A Wise and Mother as it 's hard to say whose losse was great'st her childrens or her phoares To eyther wisely kinde to each a stay that made one loue the other loue and feare To her all-honour'd Sire she was as deare as she was vertuous which was as the bloud In his Hearts Center which to him is neare yet dearer held his flesh in one so good Who dide as liue she did in grace and peace more laden with good-deeds then idle-dayes Leauing her worth for worthinesse increase for Wiues vnborne to imitate and praise Who had at once two Husbands yet she liu'd of Wisely truth a constant Paragon One Husband heauenly was who hath depriu'd the Earthly of her for himselfe alone Yet yer he had her bought her with his Bloud But with her bought a World of Womanhood Then maugre Time Death these Lines tho weake May leade all Times all good of her to speake Here Muse now close the Paper-tombes of these Two vertuous Soules and Bodyes Aunt and Neece with this A good Name is better then a good Ointment and the day of death then the day that one is borne Eccles. 7.3 The Picture of an happy Man HOw blest is he though euer crost that can all Crosses Blessings make That findes himselfe ere he be lost and lose that found for Vertues sake Yea blest is he in life and death that feares not Death nor loues this Life That sets his Will his Wit beneath and hath continuall peace in strife That striueth but with fraile-Desire desiring nothing that is ill That rules his Soule by Reasons Squire and workes by Wisedomes Compasse still That nought obserues but what preserues his minde and body from offence That neyther Courts nor Seasons serues and learnes without experience That hath a Name as free from blot as Vertues Brow or as his life Is from the least suspect or spot although he liues without a Wife That doth in spight of all debate possesse his Soule in Patience And pray in loue for all that hate and hate but what doth giue Offence Whose Soule is like a Sea too still that rests though mou'd yet mou'd at least With loue and hate of good and ill to whaft the Minde the more to Rest. That singly doth and doubles not but is the same he seemes and is Still simply so and yet no Sot but yet not knowing ought amisse That neuer Sinne concealed keepes but shewes the same to God or moe Then euer for it sighes and weepes and ioyes in Soule for grieuing so That by himselfe doth others mete and of himselfe still meekely deemes That neuer sate in Scorners Seate but as himselfe the worst esteemes That loues his body for his Soule Soule for his Minde his Minde for God God for himselfe and doth controule CONTENT if It with him be odde That to his Soule his Sense subdues his Soule to Reas'n and Reas'n to Faith That Vice in Vertues shape eschewes and both by Wisedome rightly waigt'h That rests in action acting nought but what is good in deed and shew That seekes but God within his thought and thinkes but God to loue and know That all vnseene sees All like Him and makes good vse of what he sees That notes the tracts and trickes of Time and flees with th' one the other flees That liues too low for Enuies lookes and yet too high for loth'd Contempt Who makes his Friends Good-men and Bookes and nought without them doth attempt That liues as dying liuing yet in death for life he hath in hope As far from State as sinne and debt of happie life the meanes and scope That feares no frownes nor cares for fawnes of Fortunes fauorits or foes That neither checkes with Kings nor Pawnes and yet still winnes what Checkers lose That euer liues a light to All though oft obscured like the Sunne And though his Fortunes be but small yet Fortune doth not seeke nor shunne That neuer lookes but grace to finde nor seekes for knowledge to be knowne That makes a Kingdome of his Minde wherein with God he raignes alone This Man is great with little state Lord of the World Epitomiz'd Who with staid Front out-faceth Fate and being emptie is suffic'd Or is suffic'd with little sith at least He makes his Conscience a continuall Feast This Life is but Death THogh Fire by warmth cheers life great heat brings death though good Aire life detaines bad life defines Though Water stayes our thirst it stops our breath though fruitfull Earth doth feede the barren pines Too-much o'er-fils too-little feebles life Wealth wants not Cares Want wants all but Cares Solenesse brings sadnesse Company but strife and sodaine Ioyes doe kill as well as feares Meane mirth is rationall extreame is mad no good so good but here it 's mixt with ill Nay too much goodnesse is exceeding bad yea bad if blinde it be is true Good-will And saue the High'st our highest gaine is losse Then life 's but death where al things are so crosse True Wealth THat Grace that neyther wonders grieues nor ioyes at Fortunes vtmost seeking but to finde What Bounty still in action best imployes nor wailes the want that beggers not the Minde That neyther grieuing sighes nor ioying sings that shines most glorious in most gloomy dayes Pleas'd with the state her owne endeuour brings that droupes not with defame nor swels with praise That scornes Disdaine disdaining nought but vice and Greatnesse rates by Goodnesse doing nought But good for ill and that for auarice of goodnesse onely by her onely sought That Time and Wealth well spent doth not deplore This is that Wealth without which Wealth is poore An Angel-like Man HE which prouokt endures as borne to beare and lookes alike in greatest weale and woe That so loues good that ill he nought doth feare and ebbes in Minde when Fortunes most doe slow That bounds Desire with lesse than he enioyes for onely nothing's lesse then Nature needes That holds all Vertues deare all else but toyes and meekely scowres Prides rust from his bright deeds That 's better than hee seemes yet seemes the best but without scandall seekes to seeme the worst That quell'd with Crosses thinkes him highly blest and for the Blisse of all would dye accurst In
bee 't violent quicke or slow A Saint as Man may seare and faint in death As Christ did dying yer he yeelded Breath Let this Cup passe was Terrours proper voyce yet vtter'd by our Sauiours sacred Tongue Our flesh he tooke annoi'd did make that noise fore-feeling it should be with Torments stunge My God my God why hast forsaken me vnto our Flesh intirely did belong Then may true Martyrs in Death drouping be With sense of pain but God that gaue them strength To stand to him through him preuailes at length For t is not hard when Gods soft comforts cheere our Soule to suffer torments to endure But when such fauours are turn'd all to feare and in distresse of Minde to hold vs sure To God and for him all annoyes to beare that is a Miracle perform'd by Grace Past Natures best performance and is deere Vnto the Doner then who doth the same Goes straight to glory through Afflictions flameâ— For Works of Iustice we should rather doe than those of Grace now Iustice wils that we In Truths defence should dye with torment too though Grace to vs a stranger seeme to be Obedience farre excelleth Sacrifice the first is duty in the high'st degree The other in our Wils Deuotion lies Then courage in our Death is no true Signe Of life else-where without the Cause diuine For through Vaine-glory some in Death haue seem'd as brauely resolute as Saints haue bin Nay oft the first haue beene the better deem'd by outward-sight that seeth nought within Leaena being but a Curtezanâ— tyring her Tortures though she dide for sinne Spat out her Tongue that to accuse beganne And many more of like sure so haue dide Then by braue dy'ing plain Truth 's not iustifide But dye they how they can that dye for Truth they stoutly dye sith they dye willingly But much more they that dye in sportfull youth though Deaths ougliest face may daunt their eye When they behold him yet if they endure that feare and paine which after they must try They stoutly dye though saint be all their pow'r Nay more they doe sith they so little can Flesh is but mire the Minde doth make the Man But see what ends the Tyrants erst haue made that of Gods Saints made ceaselesse Butchery Nero the chiefe that first did them inuade in his owne bloud his murdring hands did dye And while he bled his last he crying said Foulely I liu'd and dye more filthily Thus for his paines in paining he was paide Domitian by his Seruants being slaine For doing like the like reward did gaine Fell Maximinus with his Sonnes was brought to selfe same issue Decius with his Frye Incurr'd the like Valerianus caught by him that swaid the Persian Monarchy Was cag'd in Iron more fast then Lyons are who in the end being flaid dide wretchedly But Dioclesian worst of all did fare For he fell mad â—o made himselfe away While fire from Heau'n his House did leuell lay So of the like in life and their Degrees Iâ— might count many dire and awfull deaths All dranke Gods vengeance Vials to the lees in their bloud o'erwhelm'd they lost their breaths For God vnstings such angry Waspes and Bees sith each their Stings in Saints too often sheathes God burnes his Rods when he hath paid his fees Yet Stings of spight in th' Head of Pow'r with wit Can sting the World to death if Heau'n permit But howsoe'r th' Almighty throwes his Rods into the fire when he his Ire doth cease Yet oft the scurged fall to greater ods with Goodnesse than before The Churches peace Makes her more loose then when shee 's bound to fight vncessantly with foes that her disease For they liue wrong that rest to much in Right Mettall though Siluer resting long vnscowr'd Will canker or with filth be quite obscur'd For ah this Witch the World with pleasing charmes so lullabies our Sense in soft delights That though we be vpon our guard in armes yet we are taken in our Appetites And made to serue the Diuell and our Flesh in strictest Bondage while their Parasits Sinne-soothing Pleasures doe our Sense refresh To serue them with the more alacritie So â—lee le ts Grace our Sense to mortifie A Parable Wee ' are like a Man chast by a raged Bull who in his flight into a Well doâ—h fall And in the fall by chance he lighteth full vpon a Tree that there growes in the Wall And resting there there sets his Soules delight but looking better on the place withall He spies two Mice one blacke the other White Who still the Roote of this his rest doe gnaw And more and more asunder it doe saw Then vnderneath he lookes and there espies a gaping Dragon threatning to deuoure him And at his feete foure striuing Serpents rise yet looking vp he spies what doth allure him And makes him deeme he is from dangers free a little Honie which he euer tryes Cleaues to a branch of that vntrusty Tree For which these dangers he neglects and still That Hony sicks yet ne'er can licke his fill The Morall The Bull is Death the World the Well the Tree our time of life the white Mowse and the blacke The Day and night the striuing Adders be the Elements that striue vs still to wracke The Diuell the Dragon and the Honie is our whitest Pleasures that are lin'd with blacke And blacke within for losse of Glories Blisse Who therefore would not deeme that man were mad That in such dreadfull dangers can be glad What comfort can we haue then in a place that 's by the Prince of darknesse gouerned Where eu'ry thing is in a cursed case and by Gods foes and good-mens peopled Where Paines be riâ—e extreame and infinite but Pleasures few and false fraile dull and dead Which at the best at least doe vexe the sp'rit Where Plentie's full of perill Want of woes And in a word where all that ill is flowes Then cast we off these pleasures that but cast a mist before our Eyes and mocke our Sense But let vs hugge those paines and hold them fast that bring eternall ioyes for recompence Now if this Potion worke not in sicke-mindes at point of death is their Intelligence Nay Death the pow'r of all their forces bindes In few Great things by greatest mindes are sought The small but seeke for shades the shels of Nought To attaine a quiet Life WHo would in quiet spend his life must shunne the Cause of strifes Effect And yet with Vice still liue in strife so Strife retaine and it reiect 1 Hold no Conceit 'gainst that Conceit the King maintaines vnlesse it be Against that Faith whose forme and waight with TRVTH well tride doth still agree 2 Finde neuer Fault but when the same concernes the Honor of the High'st Or else the Kings to heare whose blame is blame which oft to Death is nigh'st 3 No Wager lay for that but stirres the Losers heart to hate and ire Which oft enflameth Ciuill-warres
then giue no Fuell to this Fire 4 Nor make Comparison for it is odious and workes like effect Why should thy Will t' aduance thy Wit anothers Wit or Worth deiect To praise thy selfe is but Dispraise vnlesse Spight wrongs thine Honor knowne If others Shame thy Glory raise let their Shame raise it not thine owne For t is but Shame to glory in anothers Shame because we yet Are free from blot but Praise we winne by hiding both our praise and it This is the way to earthly Peace Without which growes all strifes encrease A Cordiall to cheare the Heart vnder the Crosse of Confinement written to a great Lord once a perpetuall Prisoner WHile yet thou lyest in Afflictions fire more bright to make thee and increase thy worth From mine Inuentions Mud I send this Mire to cast vpon the flames if they breake forth Then deigne t' accept vnhappy-happy Lord this Muddy Stuffe my creeping Muses Meate The rather sith some ease it may afford in plaistring Patience if it scorch with Heate For greatest Spirits doe greatest Passion feele in bearing Crosses though but small they be But vnder great great Men doe weakly reele though greatest Men from weaknesse should be free But thou to thy true glory be it said dost crosse expectance bearing so thy Crosse As those that are by Hands of Angels staid so draw'st much winning out of little losse For Libertie to lose or terrene trash the Minde being free is better lost than found Which oft on Waues of Weale their Owners dash on Rockes vnseene which eyther part confound Now be'ing thus staid thou canst not rise to fall Fortune hath bruiz'd thee but on Safeties Base That now thou canst no longer be her Ball to strike thee in Lifes Hazard for her Chase. Now maist thou sit securely where thou art and see vnseene the Worlds Reuoluings still And how men liue by industry or Art and what euents ensue the greatest skill So sitting bound to Safeties Shore at ease thou maist with ioyfull-Sorrow freely see How other Folke are tost on Dangers Seas as they that beare the highest Sailes still be Now on the top of some proud Billow borne as high as Heau'n while Billow-like they swell Then by a Crosse-Sea is that Billow torne be'ing at the high'st so straight they sincke to Hell And they that haue the Winde and Tyde at will each Moment feare the Winde may turne about And so their good is neuer free from ill because their Hopes are euer bound to doubt But now thy Will familiar with thy Crosse all Stormes of Passions being ouer-blowne Hath euer Calmes that neuer threaten Losse that more then now thou ne'er didst hold thine owne Now Mischiefe cannot see thee though she would looke ne'er so narrowly to glance at thee For thou art hid in Brittaines strongest HOLD where safe thou holdst thy selfe and thy degree And some that Life immurde would haue to chose although as Monarches they might all controule As greatest Charles his Empire did refuse and shut his Body vp t' enlarge his Soule For that great Priest of Hyppo held but right who rather out of Hell his GOD would see Than be in highest Heau'n and misse that sight then Bondage with that Sight 's diuinely free And long I wish great Lord thou maist be so though short I wish thy Troubles and that God That hath perhaps t'vplift thee brought thee low will make a Staffe of that that was thy Rod. The Hearts of all in his all-holding HAND he wields at will and Patience will requite Then thy Commanders Heart he may command in time Sunne-like to fill thy Moone with light Then when thou hast regain'd this Comforts Sunne thou wâ—ll maist say as some haue said of yore Th' hadst beene vndone hadst thou not beene vndone sith then thy Moone shines fuller then before For eu'n as when the Moone is at the full she from the Sunne is most remote we see So in thy Wane perhaps this Sunne may pull thee to him neere to light thy Heart and thee That so it may I le pray and pray that thou maist Grace attract by vertue of thy Grace Meeke Patience can the Heart of Highnesse bowe and make selfe Wrath to shew a chearefull Face For when our liues doe please the Lord of Life hee 'l make our greatest Foes our greatest Friends Then shall our Troubles cut the Throate of Strife and make our peace to make our paines amends Long life is promis'd those that liue aright then maist thou all disfauours ouerliue Patience o'er-comes what nought o'ercomes by might eu'n God himself makes him to forgiue But say the worst should hap which hap's the best that thou shouldst liue and die in state confinde Thy state 's most blessed sith so little blest with Freedome that to Earth enthrals the Minde Yet Libertie thou hast as large and free as highest Vertue Angel-like doth craue For Men like Angels loue with Christ to be in 's bloâ—dy-sweat alone or in his Graue And if that fellowes in Affliction make affliction lesse thou hast thy fellow Peeres In worser plight whom Death did eu'n forsake that they might liue with thee to ease thy Cares A good-mans state scornes Pitie howsoe'er for though it be engulph'd in deep'st distresse Yet his high Vertue him aloft doth reare that no Calamitie can him oppresse And though he be coupt vp in Little-ease his spacious Minde to him a Kingdome is Wherein he wanders Worlds that most doe pleaseâ— for Heau'n and Earth holds that great Mind of his While in his Conscience Theater is plaid the Comedie twixt his Soules Spouse and her How can his Soule but wander all vnstaid through worlds of ioy although he cannot stirre When as a Caesar in all libertie bathing in Pleasures or more sanguine Streames Vpon the Racke of Conscience bound doth dye extreamest Deaths in midst of Sports extreames O didst thou know some poore spirits Rauishments vvhen as entranc'd they feele vnbounded Blisse Crownes thou wouldst lothe as crossing those contents and let the Crosse quite breake thy Backe for this It is not no it is not high estate hath highest Pleasure but it 's onely those That for those Pleasures fading pleasures hate but they in Hell no other Heau'n suppose While outward Comforts compasse vs about in Griefes pursuite we to those Comforts flye But when they breake the King we straight run out to finde more sixed ioyes or ioylesse dye Then is that sowre Affliction highly blest that more Perfection brings like Ligatures That hurt to heale and wring but for our rest so they are blest whom Wals from wracke immures We Pris'ners are within Heau'ns outward Wals and are by Nature all condemn'd to die To Death we must when Death our Heads-man cals some to dye gently some more violently And though our Prison be as wish we would and may perhaps therein goe where we will Yet like the strucken Fish we are in hold and are in hold to him that sure will
procures the Fathers loue and grace and so gets glory by such gracelesse scarres So God desirous more to haue vs kinde than comely Children thrusts vs in his Warres As we were but to fire and sword assign'd He takes more pleasure in the great'st annoyes We haue for him then in our ghostly ioyes Each Danger for our Mistresse vnder-tane seemes most secure and pleasant deadli'st paine The Wounds both for from her though but bane seeme honied-sweet and losse for her is gaine The colours that she likes we most doe loue her words meere Oracles her spot no staine Her actions Patternes ours to shape and proue All her perfections past Superlatiues And imperfections least Diminutiues And shall we doe and thinke all this and more but for a shade of Beautie and endure Nothing for Beauties Substance nor adore the CREATOR but in the Creäture O! t is a shame that Reas'n should be so mad in men of minde for loue if it be true Will most affect what 's rarest to be had The Obiect of true Loue is greatest GOOD If lesse she loues it ill is vnderstood With our Soules Eye if Christ our peace be view'd true loue shall see a Soule-afflicting sight His head with bloud that thornes do broach imbrude his Eares with Blasphemies his Eyes with Spight His Mouth with gall his Members all with wounds his Heart with griefe and all in all vnright Yea so vnright as Iustice quite confounds Yet mans Ingratitude doth griue him more Then all these Plagues as manifold as sore And ô for whom doth he the same endure for Man begot in filth in darkenesse form'd With throwes brought forth brought forth most vnpure whose child-hood's but a dreame with pains enorm'd His youth but rage his man-hood ceaselesse fight his Age meere sicknesse all his life vnsure And worst of all his death is full of fright This this is he for whom Heau'ns God endures All shame and paine that paine and shame procures W' are no where safe where we may fall to sinne in Heau'n nor Paradise with men much lesse In Heau'n fell Angels Paradise within the first man fell throgh whom all men transgresse In the World Iudas from his Lord did fall so no place can defend from Wretchednesse But he that place confines and holds vp All For who from worse to better fals he may From better fall to worse without his stay If Crosses trauerse not our Comforts then we ought to crosse our selues as many did That were Men Angel-like or Gods with men who hardly liu'd in Dens and Deserts hid Fed little and slept lesse in Sacke-cloth clad to minde them that to mourne they here were bid So chose foâ—d place and suite as suites the sad To sing in Babilon being Abrahams Seede Is to forget our Bondage and our Creede Heau'n is our natiue Home our Canaan Earth's but the shade of Death or vale of Teares Then mirth in place of moaue but kils a man at point of Death hee 's mad that Musicke neares Therefore those Saints discreete sad â—obâ—r Soules reiected all that Sense to Life endeâ—râ—s And liue as buried quicke in â—aues likâ— Moâ—es Iâ— Weapons lâ—sâ—e doe wâ—und thâ—n sâ—arpeâ—t praise Lesâ—e huâ—ts lamenting then the Syrens â—ayes And as Men longing at Noone-day to see the Lamps of Heau'n descend into a Well As deepe as darke that so their sight may be the more contracted smallest Stars to tell So pious mâ—n that faine would fixe their Eyes still on the Stars the Saints in Heauen that dwell Descend in Earth to low'st Obscurities For to a louing Soule all labour 's sweet That tends although in Hell her Loue to meet Low is our Way but our Home most sublime if home we wouâ—d thâ—n this low Way is best Which yet growes steepe â—omewhere and hard to climbe yet Loue o'ercomes it eternall Rest Vaine pleasures are like Gold throwne in our Way and while to gather it we stoupe at least It let 's vs and our Iudgements doth betray But if on Heau'n our mindes be altogether Nothing shall let our Bodyes going thither Which way goe you saith Christ to those that stray I am the WAY and whither will you wend I am the TRVTH or else where will you stay I am the LIFE that is your Iournyes end Now if this Way doe lead o'er steepes and plaines If this Truth teach vs rising to descend If this Life be not got but with our paines Then wo to them that laugh sith weepe should al And blessed they that weepe for laugh they shall We should be therefore like th' Egytian Dogs that drinke of Nilus running lest they should By staying much to drinke like greedy Hogs the Crocodile might haue them so in hold Nature doth teach them reas'nlesse what to doe then shall not grace worke much more manifold With humane Creatures that diuine are too It should then we are mad or reason lacke to quench our thirst of hauing with our wracke What is 't to haue much more than Nature needes but to haue more then Nature well can beare Like one that 's deadly drunke or ouer-feedes whose excesse makes his Death excessiue cheare Enough then should be better then a feast sith more is mortall howsoeuer deare For Nature cannot well so much digest Much lesse then little onely makes her grutch Enough maintaines her better than too much Besides in vs Sinne is more odious growne then in the Diuell for his was but one sinne Ours numberlesse his yer Reuenge was knowne ours when we knew it and might fauor winne In Innocence created sinned he but we when to 't we had restored bin In malice he of God forsooke but we when GOD recall'd vs to his sauing Grace He damn'd we sau'd yet were in worser Case For we were sau'd in possibilitie but he condemn'd so could not saued be He sinn'd gainst one that him did straitly tye but we worse fâ—ends gainst one that made vs free Against one he that doom'd him second-death but we gainst one that dide for vs so he Sinn'd lesse than we which Hope quite banisheth Did not the time we liue in stirre vs thrals To call for Grace that comes if griefe but cals He that of Sinne doth know the large extent and Hell of Hels the Soule incurres thereby Shall little feele his Bodyes punishment though he in life a thousand dâ—athes should dye Which borne with Patience for his Sauiours loue quite abrogate his pass'd impietie And future sinnes and paines from him doth shoue Immortall paines extreame in qualitie Annihilate all mortals quantitie Our Faith in the beginning thinne was sowne in the afflicti'on shame and death of Christ And then with Martyrs Bloud t' was ouer-flowne nor can it grow or prosper to the high'st Without showres ceaslesse gushing from their wounds then what art thou that soone thy Faith deni'st For feare of death that but thy Iudge confounds O! I am he the frail'st of flesh and bloud That liues for ill and
with waight grow higher their flame doth waxe more strong the more it is with-stood Their Spice by pounding yeeldeth sweeter sent and Le ts to Truth are borne downe with this floud Which let abroad doth grow more violent And while it runnes it rores and after cryes For vengeance on their Foes Truths Enemies With Tyrants Thundrings Errours Cloud is crackt th'inclosed light of Truth 's disclosed so And showres of bloud that then for Truth are wrackt makes Martyrs more and more on Earth to grow For still their Side by God himselfe is backt they Sampsons with their Death do quell the foe And most torment him when they most are rackt then good Crosse blessed sheep-crooke Saints stil keep to Christ whose Hooke thou art to catch his Sheepe For as a feate Embroderer that hath a piece of Veluet brackt t'embroder on So drawes his Worke that he to hide the scath embroders richliest in that place alone So GOD vpon the Veluet of our flesh all torne in time of Persecution Couers the Bracks with Beautie faire as fresh So that the other Parts are beautifide By those rent parts by GOD so glorifide And as the Paper-mill of rotten Raggs tane from the Dung-hill by still mauling it Makes so white Paper as the filthy Iagges may now infold the purest part of Wit Or purest things that come from Heart or Hand so we by Martyrdome are made most fit How euer base in glory still to stand And made more apt diuinely to comprise Gods glorious Graces and his Rarities Thogh th'vpper heau'n doth turne by violent sway the lower out of course from East to West Yâ—t of themselues they wheele the other way for they by Nature turne from West to East So thogh from th' East where Truth begins to shine her Foes would force our Faith or course at least To Errors West where Truth doth still decline Yet must we stirre as Grace and Nature moues Vnto the East where God our course approues A Martyr's like a Dye which though it fall this or that way it fals no way amisse It flat will lye or cannot lye at all so Martyrs lye with Truth where ere she is They will lye leuell with the Earth nay more In or aboue it lye or stand for this Hange burne or starue all 's one they feele no sore Then when God throwes at all with them to win At eu'ry throw he drawes some others in Abel he cannot be that is not taught true patience by the malice of a Caine And happy he that like a Cole is caught out of Afflictions fire with God to raigne While he is bright and glowes with Charitie for whether to be white or red in graine The Church were best is vncouth to discry The Churches flowres the Rose nor Lilly want But both adorne and make her triumphant The martyr'd Body of our Lord and God is the main Rock from whence his Saints are hewne For from his flesh they rent are with the Rod and by the rentings of the Rod are knowne To be true flesh of his torne Flesh and so to be his Types by which him selfe is shewne To Heathen-folke that him desire to know O! t is a glory past the height of FAME To be like Christ in suffrings as in name The antient Romaines vs'd their force to trye t' incounter Beares and Lyons and the Scarres That came by sauage Tuskes they valued hye and piercings of their Pawes so many Starres If in vaine-glory they such Dents endur'd what should we doe in Christ our Captaines Warres Be'ing of true glory for our fight assur'd We should with Patience arm'd encounter death And for that gaine with torment lose our breath Shall Saints feare Men whom Angels ought to feare for Saints shall iudge the Angels and the Fâ—end Hath cause to feare them for they rule doe beare ouer his Legions yea his Forces rend The World should likewise feare them sith the Saints shall with heau'ns Vmpier iudge it in the end Than hee that at his threates or torments faints Can be no Saint but must be Iudg'd of them A Coward to foule shame and paines extreame Elias must not feare nor feare disguize to let the Mantle of his flesh to fall To flye in Coach â—lame-wing'd to Paradise Gedeon must breake his earthly Pots sith all Their Light 's so seene to put his foes to flight Ioseph must leaue his Cloake or else he shall Be mou'd to wrong his Maister in his right Life leads to Care but Death to Comfort leads Then Death in Syons cause in Sion treads At Sea decayes the Sailer in his Tent the ventrous Sâ—uldier in the Court decayes The vertuous Courtier Iustice in Iudgement true Faith in Friendship Skill in Arts Assaies In Manners Discipline so we alone that dying liue in these too nightly dayes Vnder the ruines of the World doe grone All is quite or â—erlesse which doth portend The World with vs is euen at an end And ô what should I say when Courage makes the Cause nor good nor bad for Falshoods Friends Haue dide in Errors cause at flaming Stakes as stout as Martyrs in their constant ends Witnesse that Legate sent from Pow'rs beneath who late in Smith-field Error so defends That he out-fac'd Truth men flames dread death And Anabaptists there for Error stood Aâ— stout as those that for truth lost their bloud But Legate though thou canst no answere yeeld yet let me question thee as many doe Question the dead for Error which they held tell me who gaue thy false Faith Courage too That thou for Error should'st so stoutly burne for Error that must needs thy Soule vndoe If on the Coales from it shee did not turne Can Sathan counterfet our GOD so nye In 's Gifts that men for him should stoutly dye But thou might'st answere Faith though false it be yet if the Soule perswaded be it's true Vpon the Heart it worketh morrally as Faith doth which to Heau'nly Truth is due This made the Priests of Baal their flesh to wound and many Indians sense of paine subdue Yea burne with those whose Faith thâ—y hope was sound Then not to suffer much nor Constancy Proues Error Truth which fire 's too cold to trye Then Truth must trye her selfe by Reas'n and Faith but where Faith bids beleeue Reas'n still must be Obedient to beleeue what ere she saith though she say Three are One and One is Three A Maid's a Mother that a Man had wiu'd true God vnmade made true Man really And that the Dead shall rise as here they liu'd All this and more of Faith must Reas'n beleeue But God the Fount of Reas'n this Faith must giue Death is the worst of Ils yet best to those that dye for Faith well tryde and who they be The Conscience of the Dyers neuer knowes if with the Rules of Faith they disagree Then God knowes who are his and Men may know that all are his his â—reest Spirit doth free From life by death
to the Graue At which my Muse being now arriu'd shall pauâ—e referring these to those that Science haue To cast vp lifes accompt and to fore-cast the stricktnesse of Lifes great accompt at last ESSAIES The Foole hath said in his heart there is no God Psal. 14.1 THat GOD IS no Man euer made a doubt if doubt some did they did it not as Men For faithlesse men by meere sense GOD finde out what are these senselesse God-deniers then They are not Fiends for they haue humane Soules and Fiends confesse with feare there is a GOD Much lesse not Angels Beasts nor Fish nor Fowles for these praise God! What then Eu'n their owne Rod. Who doe themselves tormentingly confound hardning their Hearts and so plague Sinne by Sinne Yet ioy in that which doth their Conscience wound is 't possible such Creatures ere haue bin It 's possible for such there be God wot That know not God because God knowes them not No pleasure to the pleasure of the Spirit TWo Ioyes there are whereof the one is not of Flâ—sh the one that other of the Spirit The Spirits ioy is reall actiue hot but that of flesh is vaine cold dull and light How then can they be two if but one Be one is but is but meerely in Conceit Which in Conceit is forgde by Fantazie and whatsoe'er is forgde is but deceit Yet in this meere deceit most men conceiue most pleasure to consist and it to buy They most essentiall perfect pleasure giue so make their Iudgement giue their Sense the lye For Sense could neuer tell by her Receit That such Ioy Is that is but in conceit Vanitie of Vanities all is but Vanitie Eccles. 1.2 A Mortall Eye can see but mortall Things and whatsoe'er is mortall is but vaine Then all we see is vaine though Crownes or Kings yet Men will lose themselues the same to gaine And yet thy weene they winne by so great losse ô corrupt Iudgement Men made to be lost Who will all Vices hatcht in Hell engrosse them to retaile to get but Care with Cost It 's said Light gaine doth make an heauy Purse but this light gaine doth make an heauy Heart To gaine all blessings with Gods heauie Curse is too light gaine for such an heauy Thwart For who doth purchase All at such a Price Doth buy but extreame Vanitie with Vice Fly vaine Pleasures as Paines intollerable IF Vanitie be All and All be vaine how scapes he from this All that 's All in All It is because He euer doth remaine the Cause of Causes metaphisicall Sith fiends immortall are not vaine they are for Vanitie is but the Instrument Wherewith in sport they doe this All ensnare to bring the same to Be as they are bent And so vnbend their being and distort the euen Compasse that became their Forme So Vanitie them backward bends in sport and Sathan still in sport doth them deforme O then let All that would be bent aright Beware these sports that doe distort them quite To the good the Worst fals out for the Best THe Crosse and Crowne on Earth our value try as Crownes alone in Heau'n our vertue crowne In Earth if crown'd we swell in Heart too hie and vnder Crosses we lie basely downe But yet if Grace doe Nature ouer-sway and that a Crosse or Crowne alike we beare A pride of Grace our Nature will bewray so in our Nature Sinne though dead doth steere And yet this Pride doth humble vs the more for when we mind it griefe doth vs pursue So is our Sore still cured by our Sore for still we heale as we our griefe renew This is a Worke of Nature that of Grace And this and that runnes with vs all our Race To the Lady Anne Glemmam vpon the death of her noble Father TO lye downe vnder Crosses is to lye in our Confusion for that 's Cowardize And hath no taste of true Humilitie then such prostration is an abiect Vice Nor is 't the Way from Crosses to be free to sinke beneath the Crosse which weighes the more The more we vnder it so humbled be but HEE that bore your Sinnes It stoutly bore Yet is the Crosse impos'd to humble vs nor is 't remou'd till we be humble made How much more low so much more glorious so as the Crosse doth vs not ouer-lade Then if we meeke be made we winne by losse And cut a Crowne of Glory from the Crosse. That to sinne finally malitiously is irremissible THe oftner Sinne the more griefe showes a Saint the oftner Sinne the lesse griefe notes a Fiend But to sinne oft with griefe the Soule doth taint and oft to sinne with Ioy the Soule doth rend To sinne on Hope is Sinne most full of feare to sinne of malice is the Diuels Sinne One is that Christ may greater Burthen beare the other that his Death might still beginne To sinne of frailtie is a sinne but weake to sinne in strength the stronger makes the blame The first the Reede Christ bare hath pow'r to break the last his Thorny Crowne can scarse vnframe But finally to sinne malitiously Reede Crowne nor Crosse hath pow'r to crucifie That mortall Life is a mortall Plague THis Life of ours is call'd Life most amisse which may be tearm'd more truely lifes disease Whose perfect'st Pleasures are oppos'd to Blisse and greatest paines grow from her greatest ease One hath the Plague we say and he will dye that yet may liue then much more may we say That One hath Life and Death he cannot flye for Life 's a Sicknesse mortall eu'ry way Doth mortall life then bring the mortall'st death then no Disease so mortall as it is A Plague of Plagues then is our mortall breath yet mortall Men would still be plagu'd with this Though Life be Plague of Plagues yet this desire Is the high'st Plague whereto no Plagues aspire Too much Honie breakes the Belly SWeet honied Life thinkes one that Honie draines from bloomes of Heleboâ—e this vaine Worlds-wealth Which though It breakes his Belly yet his paines seeme to his Appetite true Signes of Health O bewitcht iudgement Senses râ—ft of Sense deeme yee that sweet that yeelds Effâ—cts so sowre That spoiles the Will and soiles th' Intelligence and Soule and Body quite in dung deuoure Yet those whose Spirits are turn'd to grossest flesh nay those whose flesh seemes turn'd to purest sp'rit Are thus bewitcht which Sweetes their Sense refresh who sting like Waspes if them they lose by might If thus they fare by whom the World is led What meruell though in sweete Sinne It be dead The Foole makes a mocke of Sinne. Pro. 14.9 WHo laughes at Sin for Sin can hardly weepe who ieâ—ts thereat is mad or misbeleeues Then sith the World still laughes at Debt so deepe it showes it madly sinnes and neuer grieues Sinne is a Stinger and who feeles it not is mortifide not to but in fowle Sinnes Then doth the World in Sinne but stincke and rot for it feeles not when