me disburse My loue and seruice in this measure take it My worke 's Diume and my free will doth make it A perfect offering t' helpe gamst death and doombe Regard this frame for 't will out-last your toombe Willing and ready to do your Honor the best seruice that is in the power of Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The Bride is call'd from all the Iles To come and scape her woe And heares the curses and the smiles Belongs to come and goe IF my affection would thereto consent I would be silent th' art so lewdly bent And shewes so little reuerence to my word That iustice tels me silence will afford Me more content and her it will appeare That I still speake to her that scornes to heare But yet be not too deaffe least vengeance cloud Descend vpon thee and then speake so loud It change thy deafenesse into death then heare And if thou canst not loue it 's good to feare Now thy creation and election done My onely care is to procure thee come Euen as a wiseman doth that wants a wife Seeke vp and downe where beauties are most rife And after seeking finds and finding loues And louing bids her home and daily moues Till she be mou'd to come then suite doth cease And they together liue in loue and peace So I did seeke thee first and found thee then And lik'd and lou'd thee woundrous well and when All this was done I did intreate thee home And vs'd the meekest meanes to cause thee come Solemnely I haue bidden thee do not stay Arise my loue my faire one come thy way Remember who inuites thee he that brings Honor to beggars and contempt to Kings Vnto thine enemies and the heathen foe A wofull portion fals a cursed goe In mercy and loue I come and send to thee With mildnesse meekenesse and much clemencie I call thee friendly in these dayes of peace I prethee arme thy selfe these calmes will cease And stormes will follow thou shouldst vnderstand Pleasure and sorrow still goes hand in hand The Sunne will leaue thee and runne out of sight Warre chaseth peace as darknesse chaseth light The time shall come that man and beast shall mourne Mountaines shall tumble and the seas shall burne The morning shall looke red as if it woo'd Tell vs the euening should be dyed in blood The moone shall view thee with a searlet face Dabl'd in clouds and stumbling in her pace The glistering starres shall cease and perish all For some shall be put out and some shall fall The Sunne in sable shall come sadly forth A greater plague them from the bitter north God did e're send shall from each coast appeare Farre worse then Egypt when the plagues were there These lower-lands shall looke each blast shall bring Shot or else powder towards the ruining Of new built Babel's for it must be knowne Bethel's her owners Babel's but her owne She sits aboue now thou knowes if thou know her But all her pompe shall end none shall sit lower A time shall come come loue before it come Each harpe shall silent be each Dauid dumbe Both Heauen and earth together shall conspire To send out vengeance lapt in balles of fire And they shall bust and vtter from within Death and destruction due rewards for sin Millions of dayes thy God for mercy made And in those dayes my care is to perswade And worke my loues returne before it be Too late to saue thy selfe and honor me One day I haue appointed for to bring All kindreds of the earth t' a reckoning The Monarch and the King the Prince and Peere The Stats-man and the Trads-man shall be there All sorts and sects I 'le call and bring as farre As shines the arcticke and th'antarcticke starre Not one shall faile to come at my command Whether they dy'd vpon the sea or land Yea euery one shall that one day appeare And ' mongst those all not one shall want one haire Then I my selfe will come in th' eyes of man As like a Lyon as I was a Lambe With more attendants glorious and bright Then Heauen shewes starres in a cleare freezing night Then Michaels trumpet shall command the dead To rise and come and leaue their drowsie bed T' appeare before a righteous Iudge for then Then he shall fit to Iudge that can condemne And iustifie th' outward and th' inward man According to deserts I will and can But these two parts in men do not agree Therefore they wrong themselues and iniure me But I will come and I will haue regard To all that euer lou'd me my reward I will bring with me and it is most true I will bestow on all estates their due Vnlike to earthly Princes voyd of measure They deale their bounties onely for their pleasure And turnes deserts a begging But looke to 't Peasants now ride and Princes go on foot This order I will alter and I 'le giue All good things vnto all that purely liue Consider thou must meete a Iudge that brings Life to wise Beggars death to foolish Kings Come and thy time to come to please me spend O come before the dayes of mercy end For in the dayes of warre there 's peace for them That loues my Syon my Ierusalem Prouide thy lampe and oyle for it may be I 'le come at mid-night for to call on thee It may be at the first or second cocke Or in the morning or at noone or not Vntill the euening when I will not tell It 's not for want of loue I loue thee well And I conceale this from thee in regard Thou may expect me still and be prepar'd For come I will and when I will and how And sudainely and gloriously looke thou T' attend my comming in thy beauty stand And I will leade thee home with my right hand And bring thee in but shut without the gate All those that lamplesse come and come too late I haue collected thee from many parts From Europe Asia and the wild Desarrs Of Sun-burnt Affricke from the plaines and woods From fields and vallies from the seas as floods From north and easterne coasts from east and west From th'hauen of troubles to the hauen of rest I haue call'd long for my loue th' art in debt Come for it's late O come and welcome yet For feare thou be benighted hast and runne I do beseech thee I command thee come Either for feare or loue I hope to see Thee seeke in season for my companie Regard who cals thy Lord then do not stay A faithfull louer doth dislike delay FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Preseruation A Diuine legacy belonging to the Honorable Sr. Henry Salusbury and his Noble Lady Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. HENRY SALVSBVRY Knight and Barronet c. And his Noble Lady ELIZABETH Sister to the Right Honorable the Lord Vaughan c. Truely Honorable IF your great
THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO HIS BRIDE VPON her Creation A SPIRITVAL LEGACIE for the Right Honorable the Lord STRANGE WRITTEN By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister at Hawarden in Plint-shire LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE IAMES Lord Strange c. The most hopefull Heire of the Spotlesse Auncient and Illustrious House of DERBY My good Lord THere is a Royall marriage to beheld In the Mount Syon that God loues so well It was determin'd in the dayes of eld And now 's at hand and I am charg'd to tell Some noble friends to th' end they may prouide T' attend the nuptialls of the Lambe and 's Bride To be made members of it therefore I My office and my seruice both t' approue Towards God and you giues this to testifie In chaines of duty and vnfained loue I 'm bound so fast It shall be vnderstood I cannot mooue except to do you good I come t' inuite your Honor to a feast That 's heauenly holy happy and ne'er ends You are elected as a proper guest Nobillity vertue honor are those friends Must grace the nuptialls the bad must be gone Good will haue good associats or else none My Lord I know you and I know y' are stor'd With wisedome learning bounty beauty loue Humillity piety grace a compleate Lord Your merits vow to build your seate aboue Your foes on earth with grace and sayth the story Mercy will build your seate in Heauen with glory I haue a licence from the greatest power To build a lanthorne for the Kingdomes sight And vpon stately Lathams eagle Tower I thus presume to place it to giue light Vnto the present and the future time Of the true worth of Derbyes Prince-like line Keepe you it in repaire and you shall proue I owe you life although I pay but loue A seruant at your Honorable disposition Augustine Taylor TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVL Sr. Iohn Hanmer Knight and Baronet c. Right Worshipfull EAch other blast brings misery or death These nether-lands nurse nought but discontent No good that happens riseth from beneath Pleasures indeede that are not permanent Are borne and buried heare and perfects sight No more then lightning doth in darkesome night Now that your ayme may be at better things I onely ayme and do beseech you seeke That Heauenly quire where Dauid sits and sings The Maister as 't were in Gods second weeke Which is an endlesse world to gaine that glory Obserue these lines th' are from the sacred story Your Worships truely deuoted Augustine Taylor Peter Mosse his Lenuoy to the Author A.T. KInde friend behold a hopefull misterie In both thy names inwrapt there seemes to bee For as S. Augustine with pious loue In former time mens ignorance t'reproue Did teach and preach the Gospell and did turne The hearts of Kings faire Brittaines Iles adorne To become Christians And behind his deedes In print are left to helpe vs in our needes Now I thy friend the boldlier diuine Because thou art another Augustine Or rather in the word that strengthn'd lies Taylor which is and which so much implyes For thy discerning iudgment hath discride Oracles of truth not ought is left aside But is produc'd and for the nuptiall feast Hath shapt this garment worthi'st for the best And as it 's fram'd all by thy curious hand Euerlastingly a monument shall stand That neither time nor enuy can deface Out lasting life and to thy life a grace Your most assured Peter Mosse TO THE RIGHT VVorshipfull Sr. Roger Mostin Knight c. * ⎠* Right Worthy AS it did please your most religious eares To heare me lately I do now intreate Your gracious eyes to view my labours feares And pious passions in me are growne greate Because I see times barke so fraught with woes The world is not so full of men as foes T' auoyd the worst that woes and foes can do Climbe Iacobs ladder with Caelestiall thoughts Now onely study to ascend vnto The Lambe in Syon that so dearely bought's My prayers shall be for your blis aboue And for my seruice I intreate your loue Your Worships to be commanded Augustine Taylor IN LAVDEM OPERIS ET AVthoris Amici mei Augustini Taylor SAint Augustine thou here dost immitate Mouing our minds on God to meditate Taylor a Taylor diuine for th' ast wrought Thy worke so faultlesse that there is not ought Correction worthy Not a critticke tongue Dares belch a word against thy Hymen song Sung as by Christ muiting to his feast And Nuptials him who lists to be his guest Reader our Taylors full reward is this That to thy soule his labours adde a blisse And with a wedding garment faire to cloath thee That th'Bridegroome say nor friend begon I loath thee He seemeth here as'twere to take a measure Of Heauens high incomprehended pleasure The worlds obstickles he here presseth downe And cankred sinne cuts off wherefore let none That reads but cloath his mind that th' Author know His workes do make vs more and more to know Incouraging his free and painefull quill To pen our more and further profit still And worthy Author let this be a meane That in another haruest we may gleane This being so lik'd prays'd allow'd grac'd lou'd Accepted honour'd thank'd read and approu'd IOANNES RVSSELL THE ARGVMENT Isr'ells forgetfulnesse is show'd Her first estate discry'd The bounties of the Lord bestow'd The beauties of the Bride ONce more from Heauen to earth from me to thee From God to Iacobs great posteritie Oh that thy greatnesse were with goodnesse mixt Thy sinnes are so continu'd that betwixt I see no vertues plac'd what if there were Of twenty dayes together no day cleare But stuff'd with stormy weather Earth would be Bold to taxe Heauen with meere Tyranie Shall not I then complaine ' gainst Israell That spends so many dayes and not one well It 's griefe to me that I haue vnderstood So many acts together and none good Open thy eares to heare thy heart to heede My eyes are full of dew my lockes doth bleede Could droppes that night's accustom'd to distill Vpon dispised louers yet my will Wils thee no punishment for this neglect I onely waite to see thy more respect Vnto my patience for my long attending My eyes are fill'd with teares at thy offending I would not see thy faults I would not strike Nor shew my Iustice vpon her I like Vengeance I sent to Egypt there to dwell Peace I prepar'd to stay in Israell Iudgement I doom'd to dye with Caine in Nod Mercy I meant should liue with Sem in God I wish It so regard and thou shall prooue My actions all do manifest my loue Mans lou 's vnstable like to mans estate But where I once affect I neuer hate Thinke on thy past thy present thy future tense And tell me who hath beene thy best defence Who is it or who will be Abram's dead Isaack and Iacob left the field and fled So did thy
pleasure to attend So loose thine enemy and come loue thy friend Yet stay to tell him th' art betroth'd to me And being so debts that are due by thee To any whosoeuer I must pay For so I promis'd at thy wedding day If he make any claime to thee or thine Plead ignorance and say the matter 's mine And he must take my answere he 'll deny To deale with me because he seekes to try His strength with weaknes which shews cowardise still He makes no combate but he meanes to kill And if this serue not to send him away Tell him thou seuer all times hath heard me say No suite in law is good against the wife Whilst it is knowne the husband hath his life And thine is liuing testimonies store Sayth Syons God indures for euermore Then part for euer since th' art iustifi'de Trauaile to me-wards and I 'll be thy guide Thy feete in order in my way I 'll set And I will leade thee safely step by step From strength to strength forward from grace to grace To see thy God in glory face to face FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Glorification A Spirituall legacy for the benefits of the Honorable Sr. Iames Whitlocke Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of Chester and of His Maiesties Councell established in the Principallity of Wales c. And Sr. Marmaduke Lloyd Knight His Associate c. Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. IAMES WHITLOCKE Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of the County Palatine of Chester and of his Maiesties Councell established in the Principallity of Wales c. And to the Right Worshipfull Sr. Marmaduke Lloyd Knight c. His Associate * ⎠* Most Worthy YOu that sometimes pleasd graciously t' accept Th' imperfect offers of my tongue I pray This seruice of my pen you would protect I wish no more then you with honor may Confirme and grant therefore I hope to speede My desire is diuine and so 's my deede The Law without the Gospell's too seuere Without the Law the Gospell is too mild Therefore I'ntreate you with a reuerent feare To be the gossips to this diuine child And in the forehead of it men shall reade Your names and worth when you are lapt in leade You that so well affect the life of grace Are here inuited to the life of glory The Lambe ands Bride in holy loue imbrace And of allioyes nam'd in the sacred story Possesse the fulnesse thither you are bidden To share those beauties that from earth are hidden I 'm confident these poems will come fit For your suruey at your most proper leasure I know you dearely loue both arte and wit And by a heauenly muse receiues both pleasure And holy profit Thus my loue commands My booke with reuerence t'kisse your noble hands At your Honorable and worthy dispose in God seruice Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The world 's prou'd worthlesse and the Bride The Prince intreates to come Tells her she shall be glorifi'de And bids her hast her home MY Royall loue since I haue shew'd to thee The pathes of pleasure and of piety Prepare to trauaile and to walke in them They leade to Syon to Ierusalem My chosen dwelling where in loue and feare Both Saints and Angels sing and worship there A place to be thy rest I haue assign'd And if thou will come thou shall welcome find Remember life or death th' art free to choose The good I wish thee take the bad refuse As Dauid sung thou hast iust cause to sing Th' art but a stranger vnder a strange king Farre from thy father house farre from thy friends Farre from all true delights with ioyes that ends In t'houre they are begunne th' art poorely fed Sorrowes are boundlesse ioyes are limitted Comes but to go againe who euer could Protest he knew one pleasure one day old And did not disconitnue none can say Amongst his millions h 'ad one perfect day Wherein he 'll swere a minute was not spent Either in cares or griefes or discontent No ioyes and woes are mixt and thou hast tride Like to the swelling waues in a rough tide They chace each other to be plaine and short The worser things are still the greater sort The earths condition by mans lewd dispose Produceth twenty hemlockes for on rose View earth at fairest in her springing mornes And for ten Lillies there 's ten thousand thornes Ioyes comes but seldome and comes slowly too And winter vndoes all the spring can doo Contents depart from man and leaues him weeping Then fearefull death disolues him leaues him sleeping And brings him thither whence there 's no returnings Yet ioyfull euenings follow carefull mornings I haue decreed it so because that I Will suster thee to faint but not to dye Yet death hath made thy bed and fill'd thy cup And drinke thou must and downe thou must but vp In tune and time I 'll call thee thou shall try Thou shall but sleepe thy enemies shall die Thou art on sorrowes seas where dangers frowne But feare not though thou swim thou shall not drowne Thou shall sing in a happy heauenly straine Day went night came day comes night goes againe Remooue thy thoughts place them on things aboue Soare to my Syon with the wings of loue The gates are open and the guests are comming Faire trees are springing and sweete riuers running My fruites are gather'd and my wine 's abroach My table 's couer'd and I waite th'approach Of my belou'd for whom I payd so deare All things are ready and all Princely cheare Is there prepar'd and on thee I 'll bestowe A cup that euermore shall ouer-flowe The lampes do burne so bright blacknesse is banisht The musicke sounds so loud that mourning's vanishe Thy good old father's anger 's past and gone And the lost child may come and welcome home My father sent for 's robe and thou must weare it He called for a crowne thy head must beare it There is shooes for thy feete rings for thy singers To please thine eares there is a quire of singers And Dauid's maister of them for thy food Thy father's calfe that was both fat and good Hath suffer'd slaughter Come the feast ne'er ends The brother 's pacifi'd and all are friends Thy aduersaries hauing plainely seene In spite of Ismaell Israel must be Queene Cease contradiction and to striue giueso're Haue sheath'd their swords and sworne to fight no more These nations that but wisht to see thy fall I either turn'd or ouer-turn'd them all I 'ue made thee Conqueror and in good time The combat's ended and the day is thine And 't is a day that 's not pursu'd with night My roomes are furnisht with a lasting light That ne'er shall be extinguisht and for thee There 's seamelesse suites of endlesse puritie Thy heauenly state from earthly differs thus Th' hast found my best and lost thy pessimus Thy seat's ordain'd and
fixed firme and sure And shall in blis and endlesse time indure And empty stayes thy leasure come in time These lights below will quickly cease to shine Seeke those aboue and seeking thou shall find The ioyes and glory that 's for thee assign'd Vntill thou come to shew thou meanes to come Apply thy hand and tongue and be not dumbe Send dayly sacrifice thou ought to learne Earth should send thankes to heauen for each good turne It 's all I looke for therefore let me see Some signes of loue ascend from thee to mee And I 'll expect thy comming make it knowne Th' art wholy now thy owners not thy owne Let thy succeeding carriage be so good That by thy acts it may be vnderstood Who is thy Lord and let there be exprest In thee those things that fits a Princesse best From th'hauen of sorrowes to the heauen of blisse Vnto my holy hill from thine abisse Mount with the wings of loue and thou shall bee Partaker of my throne and royalue Let all the gracelesle nations grudge and tell To their great griefe the daughter of Israell Hath marri'd a Prince that euer-more shall raigne Her health and life and honor to maintaine Be not in loue with earth nor earthly things Though for a time th' art troubled with the stings Of death and sinne and hell for thy offences Yet there 's a campe wherein is none but Princes And ioy and blis and peace and to that place I will translate thee from thy life of grace Vnto my life of glory thy protecter Will giue thy head a crowne thy hand a scepter Thy mouth a song to sing truthes excellence Thy backe a robe as white as innocence Thy soule both life and comfort thou shall see More perfect absolute felicity In one dayes length in heauen then if thou were To liue on earth a king ten thousand yeare Thou couldst obtaine and therefore in a word To manifest how Paradise is stor'd As things beyond thy knowledge I will leaue I must conceale since thou cannot conceiue That thou mayst fully know them hast and come Millions of blessings waites thy welcome home FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord expressing her Gratitude A Spirituall legacy bequeathed to the protection of the Right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister in the Church of God LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes 1623. ⧠TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE FRANCIS CLIFFORD Ealre of Cumberland Lord CLIFFORD Westmerland and Vescy c. Most Noble REligion ioyn'd with valour lookes as well As a faire Diamond set in purest gold These man-like God-like parts in you excell And shall to after ages be inrold In leaues more lasting then the sheetes of brasse And in the fore-head of my diuine verse Your name with fame and honor forth shall passe Into all coasts of this faire vniuerse I do present to your inditious view The pistles 'twixt the Lambe and 's holy Bride A very proper present 't is for you That weares a sword to cause her deside Strike still in truths defence and you shall see Your euening crown'd with glorious victory Great Lord my natiue place neighbours your north Then since my soule inhubits in that soyle And since my muse bath wing and will flie forth She 'll tell you of more ioyes then life hath howres And lookes for welcome in your fairest towers Your floods and fords are faire your swans but few But if you please with gracious eyes to view My diuine verse and therein take content I 'll build your trophies betweene tweed and trent Your Honors truely obseruant Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Glad Israels of-spring tunes her voyce Of gratitude to sing Accounts her selfe an vnfit choyce To Queene so great a King IF earthly kin may send t' a heauenly King Or if thy greatnesse will heare meanenesse sing Accept the sacrifice I now bestow My heart is high although my voyce be low And since thou vnderstands my thoughts before They be transform'd to breath and passe the doore Of my vnready lips my confidence Is that thou will maintaine my innocence And make my worke according to my will I know thy mercy and power continue still And since I share of both let it be seene Such qualities as doth become a Queene I doe not want and then the world so wide Shall blesse thee for thy bounties to thy Bride My gracious Lord I haue a great desire To sing thy prayses in the sacred quire And will vpon condition I may finde Thy heauenly graces vnto me assign'de In so great measure that I may approue My bounty and thy duty and my loue Tenne thousand thankes that it hath pleased thee With mercies eyes to view my miserie My griefe 's forgotten and my ioy growes full My crimson spots are chang'd to whitest wooll My soule 's content my brest can scarce containe My guilty garment that was dy'd in graine Past alteration is restor'd by thee From sinnefull red to perfect purity Thy day dissolu'd my night thy cares my feares Thy drops of blood hath stanch'd my drops of teares When I remember my estate at first Griefes bitternesse threatens my heart shall burst Feare keepes possession and that feares leads paine And paine brings death and thus I 'm partly slaine With thinking on my miseries After these Sad thoughts are past which I do pay as fees For my offences ioy comes in againe When I consider my king doth remaine A glorious conquerour of all my soes Now that I may my thankfulnesse disclose Assist me Lord and lend such grace to me As may preferre a sacrifice to thee Lapt in a sacred song that I 'm indu'd With the poores payment perfect gratitude Take this succeeding witnesse my good Lord For all thy blessings all I can afford Out of my borrow'd store is onely prayse It doth become the iust thy Prophet sayes Daily to render thankes vnto thy name I being iust through thee must do the same Or shew my selfe forgetfull I would bee As farre from that as I wish that from mee For my creation that it was thy will To shew thy loue and grace and power and skill In making nothing something and in that Placeing such beauty as is wonder'd at By heauen and earth and that of all this all Thou hast made me thy Princesse principall And to adorne my state made all thy store I giue thee thankes and I can giue no more For my election I do much reioyce Thou would vouchsafe to make so meane a choyce And was so mighty but each Dauid sings It fits th' Almighty to doe mighty things When out of Eden I forsaken fell Set in the open fields my shame to tell I grew in nature and in number great The earth was spacious yet had ne'er a seate Wherein the sonnes of Adam neuer sate Then since it pleased thee t' illuminate All nations and the best of all to choose To make thy one let that one neuer
all my buildings thou do'st know my hearts Desire is onely t' entertaine those things That my saluation and thy honor brings Furnish me so with faith that my grand-foe Attempting to effect my ouer-thowe May faile and fall and vanish giue me that Faith that set Noah vpon mount Arrarat That which remou'd Henoch from of the earth And without death a gaue caelestiall birth I doe but wish that sword to vanquish sinne Which Dauid brought gainst th' vgly Philistime When woes be set me round and sinne and death Then let my faith aduance me from beneath To thy abiding City'mongst the iust Lord of thy mercy change my faith to trust Faith doth confesse Christ but trust doth perswade The spotlesse offerings that my Iesus made Were mine and for my sinne and soules reliefe This I beleeue Lord helpe my vnbeliefe Another thing I craue is patience to Accept contentedly and vndergo Afflictions that may happen grant to mee Such store of patience in all misery That my deserts may cause report to spread Iobs dearest daughter liues though he be dead Teach me to welcome sorrow ' mongst the rest Of other passions that possesse my brest Make patience power the greatest that I may Passe the worlds nights to heauens glorious day Next furnish me with strength make me of might To maintaine combate in thy Gospells right And to my strength adde valour for these too Being diuided can no seruice doo To merit thankes or prayse the foes intent Preuaileth when my valour 's impotent And when my strength wants valour I am like To loose the field because I dare not strike Therefore I sue for both th' are fit'st for mee Because I but desire them t'honor thee Then make a sword of both to cut off strife Venter thou it and I will venter life And yet I venter nothing for I know I haue nothing but what thou didst bestow And as thy owne command it thine I rest ' The best of seruants can but do her best Yet gracious Lord direct me how to make Euen for thy passion and compassion sake My prayers more compleat because I haue Great neede of many things and cannot craue So as I may obtaine except the most Powerfull assistance of the holy Ghost Helpe to preferre my sacrifice if thou Will some more pacience vnto me allow To temper all my passions in such measure That neither sorrowes nor deluding pleasure Possesse me with excesse then I shall doo Thee soueraigne honor and me subiect too To make thy Bride victorious I do pray With reuerence loue and feare that I still may Inioy that pacience which can bring me past The blew-red vaile with victory at last Into thy holiest holy here beneath Afflictions miseries cares feares doome and death Fills all my dayes so full of discontent That till I see that ladder thou once sent Vnto my Father Iacob set for mee T' ascend I looke for noe felicity My Lord by all the gracious promises Of thine betweene the first of Genesis And the Omega of thy sacred booke And by the paines that my Messias tooke By his vnualeu'd merrits and by all He sayd or did from 's birth t' his funerall Free me from all my sinnes and now remoue The clouds of sinne and vengeance from aboue That my voyce may come to thy sacred eares And fetch my pardon from these cares and feares Lord quit me out of hand and let me see The glorious state of immortalitie I 'm weary of these nether-lands and would Come see my dowery that with purest gold Thou hast so richly wall'd and pau'd so faire With Berill Topaz and such stones as are Most fit in forme and beauty I intreate That as thou hast prouided me a seate In Syon thy most holy heauenly hill Thou'll place me in 't O let it be thy will To helpe me home in hast that now I may Change my blacke night for thy bright endlesse day FINIS AN EPISTLE OR A Legacy for the vse of the Right Reverend Father in God IOHN Lord Bishop of the Isles of Man c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister of the Lord our God at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT REuerent Father in God Iohn by the Diuine Prouidence Lord Bishop of the Isles of Man Rector of Hawarden c. MY Lord you know a heauenly muse should bee Esteemed as men prize eternitie I know your brest containes a muse diuine And therefore will not vnder-value mine Of all that liue I dare a fauour claime But those whose all shall perish with their name Right Reuerend Phillips Phillip the great King Of Macedon did cause a child to bring Quotidian warning thus for him to scan Phillip remember thou art but a man A fairer title I deliuer can Phillis consider you are Lord of Man Both men and man approues it in that I le You haue sate graciously a happy while Vnto mans makers glory and your prayse Among'st most reuerent Bishops all your dayes Shall be accounted happy many aime At profitable Lordships and for gaine Are Lords of more but baser mettle farre As farre as doth the Sunne exceede a Starre Men should beleeue it because God hath sayd Man doth exceede all workes that e're God made Stay man the soyle no man the soule is blest I grant that truth and then it needs must rest Y' are Lord of both others but of the soyle Their couetous carefulnesse and temp'rall toyle Affirme no lesse whereas your Lordship may With much content with Princely Dauid say The place wherein my lot to me befell Is passing faire and like me wondrous well You might haue bathed in a greater fountaine But a small Dyamond's worth a mighty mountaine Some lesser things are priz'd the great'st aboue The quality not quantity breeds loue Happy was man to haue the man of God Find out her port he hath remou'd the rod Of wrath and fury out of all her coasts And how to call vpon the Lord of Hoasts In her owne language he hath taught her know Such benefits good Bishops doe bestow Vpon their flocke Now babes and sucklings can And doe extoll the Lord of Heauen and man Pitty't had beene you should haue left the I le For your preferment better many smile Then one and it is better that one loose Then many I haue knowne your Lordship choose To preferre generall before speciall good Your pious learned care 't is vnderstood Hath truely newly setled all the land And taught the ignorant to vnderstand The holy word of God and 't is thought fit You honor God your King and selfe by it In seeing that establisht yo 'aue begune Ioy in it Lord you haue more honor woone By making th' ignorant intelligent Of God and men then euer shall be spent My friends the cause I prayse this Lord 's to mee As neare and deare as Paul to Tymothie What erst was ruin'd by the great neglect Of 's predicessors he doth re-erect In sumptuous stately