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Divinity and morality in robes of poetry composed for the recreations of the courteous and ingenious by the author Tho. Jordan.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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DIVINITY AND MORALITY IN ROBES OF POETRY Composed for the Recreations of the Courteous and Ingenious By the Author Tho. Iordan Quod meus hortus habet sumas impunè licebit Si dederis nobis quod tuus hortus habet LONDON Printed by R. A. DIVINITY AND MORALITY IN ROBES OF POETRY A Sacred New-yeares Gift Dedicated unto all Lovers of Christianity Professors of Piety and Moral Honesty Preambulation IF pious Gifts by curious disquisition Prove not the Badg of antique Superstition Or if a Rhyme reduc'd to holy Reason May be allovv'd to celebrate the season And find admission in a noble heart As much as they vvhose Riches can impart Gold of Peru or those admired vvorks That spread the Tables of Triumphant Turks I hope the low Oblation of a friend That only makes your fair esteem his end May find as it deserves more grace then he Whose bounty is a Baud to treachery My gift is made of Wishes such as may If granted live with you when night and day Admit of no distinction perfect bliss Is now my Theam and that I wish is this The New years Gift A New Soul blanch'd in sin-dissolving tears And pious promises for future years Possess your mortal Mansion may no Times Witness the guilt of our re-acted crimes May you disband your bosom Sins and be Atton'd with God's immortal Monarchy Although each day ye pay in sighs and groans Your penitential contributions May the red Rain vvhich our rude vvrath let fall In num'rous showres of vengeance National Be all wash'd out and may Religions fame In England bear but one celestial Name May all those desperate distinctions that Have made our Island much unfortunate Be so composed by Religious Laws That rigour may no more dispute the Cause For I confess to my intelligence That hath relation but to common sense It is a Paradox that all the wise Holy and Learned in large Misteries Of Church and State that in convention sit Crown'd with the Genius of a Nation's wit With all the aids that Art and Nature can Contract within the circuit of man Should flight the Helm and let the peoples fate Be left unto the rageing stormes of state Such is a Civil War whose fury vents Artillery instead of Arguments As if the Holy Ghost Spirit of Love That once descended like a Turtle Dove Should now resigne his function and appeare Like a devouring Vulture may this yeare Register no such Apparitions but May all tranquility that God e're put Into the Power of Vnion on a Nation Receiv'd to Grace by true Humiliation Fall on your Souls may a New Spring of tears Renew your Graces Health Wealth Beauty Years And may your fair Posterity nere know The wild Confusion of our moderne woe May Peace and verity conjoyn'd in Glory Crown the Conclusion of our tragick Story May Schism sink and Truth be held supream Whose Robe of Sanctity hath nere a seam And let that foole which well deserves the Rod For saying in his heart there is no God Be better principl'd for he speakes Treason Not onely 'gainst Religion but Reason May the gross mists of error be dispel'd That curious heresies so hotly held May be display'd for then the radiant Beams Of righteousness vvill dissipate their dreams Let nothing enter in your hearts but vvhat The Holy Spirit doth communicate By sacred Law and Gospel vvhat is vvrit Iâ— them vve must obey vvhat not omit May you be charitable yet live free From any Popish censure may you be Fil'd with firm faith not that vvhich yeilds the Turks Preheminence before ye in good werks May you believe God's stock of mercy is Larger then all mens crimes yet let not this â—â—â—ffess ye vvith such vvarrant of salvation To think one sin may not destroy a Nation May you believe that the Apostles Creed Which some late Novelists forbear to read Is of such povver that you vvithout it are Farther from bliss then Saints from Civil War Let God's ovvn Prayer be your daily task For it contains all that vve ought to ask Those deprecations sum up every want And vvhatsoever God is pleas'd to grant 〈◊〉 that Petition cannot be ill vvrit When he that made it means to answer it Let not bright Gospels Exposition be A Lock and Key to its ovvn mystery What Scripture hath begun let Scripture finish Who comments false doth both add and diminish Which is a fearful crime may you be free From such transgression may Divinity Illuminate your Intellect may no Fallacious disputations overthrow The Pillars of your Piety or make The Fundamentals of your Faith to shake When these effects for which I pray appear You will confess it is a good New-year For if all come to pass which I have said 'T is the best New years-Gift that e're you had On forgetfulness in holy Duties FOrgetfulness can be no Plea for folly For God commands Remember thou keep holy On the Heart OUr God requireth the whole heart or none And yet he will accept a Broken one On rash Iudgment CAll not thy Brother Reprobate for sure Where God wil heal there is no wound past cure On an Evil Tongue THe Tongue as wel as Hand deep wounds affords Ther 's but one Letter betwixt Swords and words A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh and the Spirit Fle. COme prethee leave this reading let me hear Some jests or want on tales then shall my ear Be link'd unto your Oratory now I am so dull and drowsie that I vow I can no more give audience what dost call This petty Book thou art so pleas'd withall Spi. It is the cure of souls and it contains Our life or death our glory or our pains Here 's the great Law of God where man may view What he ought most to covet most eschew The glass of purity where mighty Kings Behold their bodies to be earthen things And with the wisest wise man lowdly cry All worldly honors are but vanity Here is thy first Creation where 't is shown How thou and I first met and joyn'd in one This shews the state we liv'd in how we were Blest with the plenty of a pregnant year The Husbandman nere toyl'd for there we knew No hate no strife nor where black Malice grew We had no envious Neighbours but were free From doing or receiving injury The Beasts were made your subjects and as true Unto each other as they were to you They had no Civil Wars no envy neither For Wolves Lambs might eat their meat together They liv'd secure within their proper holes And Lions did disdain to tread on Moles This was thy Paradise where all was free Unto thy use but one excluded Tree Where thou hadst liv'd till now had Gods Command Prevail'd with thee before the womans hand Under what misery doth poor man groan When as the flesh must suffer for the bone This is the Bible which I read by this I hope to tread the perfect path to bliss Fle. What kind of bliss I
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Midnight calls and I must leave thee This shall purchase my release May not such sweet dreames deceive thee That pretend a prudent Peace War with this dark night fly over And all joy rise with the Light Thus thy Lipps with mine I cover One kiss more and then Good night An Elegy and Epitaph composed on the death of an Infant Lady GReat King of Golgotha grim God of fears Whose Throne is made of thirsty Sepulchers That by the vertue of thy cold commands Destroy'st more lives then there be stars or sands From vvhose cadaverous imbraces none Are free'd until the Resurrection Attend my Summons for the powers divine Decree that I must one day bow to thine And tell me why thou hast imploy'd that dart Which perforated Alexanders heart Upon this Infant Lady whose fair eyes Could not but quell the keenest cruelties The fiercest Tyrant that red Ireland bears Might have been conquer'd with one smile of hers Her dumb complaints would have wrought more contrition Then all the reason of the best Logitian Do but consider death what thou hast done Upon our Albion Isle since Forty one Remember who have suffer'd by thy frown These ten years 'twixt the Cottage and the Crown What souls are fled will not all these suffice But thou wilt deal in Cradle cruelties Methinks the mother of that fragrant bud As fruitful in her vertue as her bloud Might have prevail'd with thee but oh I see No reason can reduce thy tyranny Therefore wee 'l stop the floud of further Passion With this Celestial consideration That though thou hast tore oft her fleshly clothing Her Soul shall be a Saint when thou art nothing The Epitaph 1 LAdies that are young and wise Shall I tell ye of a Prize Here a Box of Beauty lies 2 A Iewel hid from vulgar view Whose excellency if you knew Your eyes would drop like morning dew 3 Dame-Natures Diamond which when She saw it was too bright for men Shew'd it and shut it up agen On the event of these Wars betwixt the Dutch and English SOme are such silly Statists that they wish Our English loss may fill the Dutchman's dish But most of them I know be such as are A suffering Party in our Civil War I feel the same disease too but would never Exchange an Ague for a Burning Feaver On those women who pretend that poverty provoketh to inchastity SHall poverty destroy us Is the mind The noble temper of the soul confin'd To such a baseness that we cannot be Our selves unless we hug prosperity Shall we confess an Hell conceit withall There is an Heaven where the Angelical Receive immortal joy Shall we believe It vvas ordain'd for poor ones such as grieve In a continual vvant and hourly groan Under the burthen of affliction And shall vve be so senseless to agree That vertuous souls can fall by poverty Tell me intemperate creatures in vvhat state Did ye salute the vvorld at first vvhat rate Were your gay garments priz'd at vvhen you cry'd For needful coverture no Robes for pride When as the pregnant brest gave more content Then the prosusest Banquets ye have spent Usher'd vvith Wine and Musique when nor wit Nor best inventions could your Pallat sit When all your learned Cooks could not retain Sufficient Art to vvast your vvealth in vain But novv the Spring of riot is dravvn dry Ye cannot as you vvould true proverty Contents it self vvith nought and scorns to raise A vvretched riches by sinister vvayes Yet this recalls not you but makes you guess Ye have a warrant for your wickedness For when some virtuous Soul desires to see The Cause ye have you shew your Poverty And som small charge of Children which you say You must provide for 'gainst their Marriage day Thus fed by vice they live when they 'r at Age T is your damnation proves their Heritage Admit your care be less that y' are beguil'd The procreated Blessing of a child Your Cause is so much lesser will you give Your pretious Soul to make one Body live Sure your kind Parents were not so unwise As not to teach your hands some mysteries To keep your Body spotless and preserve Your Soule which of the two's most like to starve Endeavour then they 'r poor beyond all fear That are not worth the flesh and blood they wear Tell me ye pitied Spectacles of woe How will your pride and your rich rayment show When as your sordid Suitors shall proclaim Ye won them by an Act ye dare not name When they shall tell their neighb'ring Lechers how They wrought upon your willingness and shew In their rank Ribaldry how hot and high Your wantonness advanc'd their luxury Who will conceit such a lewd thing as this Did e're know chastity or that there is So great a vertue resident or think She ever priz'd it that thus low could sink Not I believe me I 'le as soon allow Poyson and Balm may from one issue flow For she whom want will make a Wanton doth Make foul Adultery the Nurse of Sloth The Proselite 1 FArewel thou dearest of my Crimes Be never more th' abuser of my Times Lest that I curse too late The errors of that Fate Which made me love thee All ye Deities divine Strengthen this request of mine Then may I say Frail delight pass away I am rul'd by a Power that is above thee 2 No more shall thy seducing smiles Thy winning looks or other sweet beguiles Have power to withdraw My heart from Love by Law Seal'd to another Cupid I thy power defie Thou 'rt a flatte'ring Deity And there are none But confess thee the Son Of a fair foolish fickle wanton Mother To the much honored Pair and most pious Preservers of Love and Loyalty in Wedlock Mr. Nathaniel Lownes Merchant Adventurer c. and the perfect Patern of Vertue Mrs. Melior Lownes his beloved Consort MY Muse salutes ye both who to your worth Devotes her love and holds my service forth All happiness that the Celestial Powers Ordain for men wait upon you and yours Treasure long life love liberty and myrth Dwell with ye till ye find heaven upon earth True Concord be your guide and may no passion On either side provoke a separation In medio consistit virtus vve Find in your loves a meliority Which is most permanent what is belovv That or above it is too fast or slow Health peace and plenty vvith all joyes that can Add vigour to the noble soul of man Erect your spirits may ye never be Expos'd to any infelicity But may that God vvhich hath heaven for his home Guide you in this vvorld and the vvorld to come Such are the wishes of a Servant to both your Vertues THO. JORDAN On Reason WOuldst thou have all things subject unto thee Be subject then to Reasons Monarchy Thou shalt be Conqueror of many if Reason may be thy Governor in chief Wouldst thou command a little world then be King of thy self 't