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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57205	Jeremiah's contemplations on Jeremiah's lamentations, or, Englands miseries matcht with Sions elegies being described and unfolded in five ensuing sceanes / by Jeremiah Rich.	Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?	1648 (1648)	Wing R1342; ESTC R28101	36,790	94

teare bedewed eyes Laments and sighs the maidens Lover dyes And now poore Sion must her boddy dresse In darke in dismall mournfull heavines 5 Her thundring Foes are lofty they are high That are the Actors of her Tragedy Her Pride and Insolence first brought this Rod Nor is it more then just that Israels God Should sometimes lash his owne since their owne Crimes Spurr'd on their ruine to these dismall Times The Fathers sins have wrought the Childrens woe The Childrens griefe the Fathers overthrow 6 That lovely beauty which did often shine More glorious than the day with grace divine Those amorous glances once which had the art To blind the Lovers eye and steale his heart Are now deformed and the ashy hand Of death hath spoyl'd the glory of the Land The Royall Princes which possest the Throne Of Kingly Majesty are fled and gone 7 Now sad Jerusalem sits and calls to mind All her Rebellion Ah she was unkind To sin against her Lord who checked Kings For Sions sake and gave her pleasant things Had she but clave to him as he was just Shee had not laid her honour in the dust Nor been a scorne for fooles which sometimes say What gained Israell by the Sabbath day 8 And wonder not Jerusalem is so mockt Of all that hate her for her sins have rockt Her senses to a slumber none do show The sad approaching of her overthrow The lovely City now they much despise Who sometimes honoured her their lofty eyes Looke scornefull one her in her misery thus That face is loath'd that was so amorous 9 Her shame lies hid to none both foe and friend Yet she remembred not her latter end Therefore her fall was wondrous sudden oh Why went poore Sion slumbring to her woe And who shall comfort poore Jerusalem now O glorious God looke on my miseries thou Art alsufficient thou canst blow aside The hopes of Mortalls in their height of pride 10 And now the furious Foe hath stretcht his hand On her rich Ornaments and pleasant Land And ' cause he thought this not enough to do Thy Sanctuary is polluted too Although O Lord thou once didst give command That no false stranger in a forreigne Land Should dare to come with his unhallowed eyes Where thine Annointed offer Sacrifice 11 Ah me who shall relieve me with some bread Our hearts are faint with hunger feare and dread Hath fill'd my tottering soule where shall I flye That Famine finde me not and so I dye My Garments Jewels Bracelets and my Rings Houses and Vineyards all my pleasant things I give for bread unto the angry foe Thou seest O Lord our soules are wondrous low 12 Looke backe ye travellers O cast your eye Ye wandring strangers that are passing by If you have any pitty come and see If any Nation were so low as me What sorrow is like mine what sufferings can Compare with Sions that befalleth man While the displeasure of my angry God Sweeps off my glory with his lashing Rod 13 The burning fury of the high Jehove Makes faint my heart his jealousie above Prevailes against me and I sit in doubt How to get in his favour or how out Of his displeasure ah there is a net Spread for my feet a scorching furnace her To burne me from my drosse that I may be Refin'd from sin and Sathans Empery 14 All my transgressious as a heavy yoake Are fastened by his arme and every stroake Is laid upon my neck my heart is weake Since my accused soule those Lawes did breako Which I was bound to keep the Almighty hand Of Israels God hath wasted Israels Land My glory is departed and mine eyes Behold no meanes for ever to arise 15 Those mighty Warriers which did shelter round The Gates of Sion whose brave deeds redound To Israels glory and their Enemies wonder Lie bleeding on the ground and trodden under The Lord hath call'd a counsell to consound All Iudah's glory on the Crimson ground The bleeding bodies of the young men joyne He trod them under as they tread the Vine 16 For these things do I weepe mine eye mine eye Doth wash my Cheeckes oh what felicity Can sad Ierusalem have in these diasters nay Those that should comfort me arefar away My Land is desolate all my friends are laine In strong Captivity and my Children slaine My God hath left me to the Enemies power Ah who will caseme in this troubled houre 17 Now lovely Sion sits with silent moanes She would implore some help by her deep groanes Alas but there is none the furious Foe Desireth nothing but her overthrow The Lord hath lay'd a mighty siege about The Tents of Iacob and she sits in doubt Of her deliverance while her Foes deride And loath her Actions as a wanton Bride 18 And yet our God is just and righteous too Though sad Ierusalem knowes not what to do The Royall City dow does mourne because She oft rebell'd against his righteous Lawes Ye neighbouring Nations that Spectatours be That sometimes looke upon my Tragedy Behold my Virgins and my young men go To long Captivity and ling ring woe 19 My dearest lovers which should have reliev'd me As sometimes Lovers do they quite deceiv'd me The Priest and Elders both for hunger faile Their lookes are wan their countenance is pale Their bodies weake and giddy is their head Their strength does faile their wills for lack of bread They seeke for food and find their labour vaine Famine and Death doth in the Kingdome raigne 20 Yet O my Lord how do my bowells yearne For mourning Israel the Foes are stearne My bowels swell my heart is turned too With woe and griefe what shall poore Sion do How can Jerusalems sorrowes but possesse My troubled soule with woe and heavinesse At home the Famine reignes the people dye Abroad the Sword doth compleat misery 21 Ierusalem knowes I dayly fit and weep Ah had security nere lull'd asleep This glorious Nation earths admired prize We should not then have drencht our watry eyes In teares for Israels woe nor been so sad But now our Enemies skoffe our Foes are glad Our Nation once was high and glorious But now are poore Lord make our Enemies thus 22 Oh Lord let all their sins come up to thee And do to them as thou hast done to me Puffe all their glory out and let them dye Like to false joy in midst of miserie And let us be delivered by thy Will Though we have sin'd and oft done wondrous ill O heare my sighs do not forget my moanes My ●eart is faint with oft repeated groanes CONTEMPLATION ANd is it so hath Israels God forsaken The Tents of Jacob Is their Citie taken And all their young men slaine does the most high From his owne Israel turne back his eye Does he withdraw himselfe and let the Foe To glory in poore Israels overthrow Is Iudah spoyl'd and do the Enemies swell While their black Actions often prosper well Does sweet-fac'd Sion mourne woe

pitch of Pride And end oh sad Divisions end beside Your selves Earths Power Device and all The helpe of Hell can never worke our fall Come sweet-fac'd Vertue come and banish Vice Come Union make our Land Earths Paradise Come Loves triumphant Lawes and you shall be The Presidents of our Tranquilitie You orient glitt'ring Pearles that Earth count Toyes Shew us some glances of Celestiall joyes By Vertues raritie Truth Peace and Love You are those Sisters which doe dwell above Archt in the highest Glory are no lesse Then Royall Twins in matchlesse blessednesse Oh if our blacknesse may not blast your bloome Or if our stamm'ring words may finde a roome In your most sacred eares let Truth expell Those damned Errors that arise from Hell And let harmonious Peace heale up our Skarre And give a counter-mand to threatning Warre And then the last and loveliest of the three ●et Beautie looke upon Deformitie And make us like to you oh let our shame Love your blest memorie in immortall fame And as you move in your harmonious Spheares So guide our earthly bodies let our teares Wash off Deformitie which did annoy Make us an embleme of Loves highest joy Or else we shall if not by you thus blest ●ine out those dayes we number to our rest CHAP. V. Verse 1. REmember Lord our evils let them be Character'd in Gold in thy blest Memorie That lasting Register that righteous Scroule Conscience Vice-royall to th' immortall Soule Shall stand to witnesse while the sinner cryes To some vast mountaine to eclipse his eyes From the Tribunall Throne then Lord make roome For Furie let th' enemie have his doome 2 Our faire Inheritance like a short Song Is done and gone and thus we passe along Like Times benighted Shadowes so are we Tyred in pursuit of Earths Vanitie Yea Vanitie indeed were it not thus Why is the world so constant various Why should our Houses Vineyards and our paine Be our inraged enemies present gaine 3 Our dearest Fathers in their honoured Age By Death were summon'd from Earths troubled Stage And now they slumber now they rest and lye Rockt in Deaths Chariot with lost Lullaby Our tender Mothers having lost their Loves Mourne like th' amorous Widow'd Turele-Doves And we their sonnes who live in desolate Tents Are silent Ruines of their Monuments 4 The pleasant Rivers whose sweet erystall streames Refresht our soules with plentie like the beames Of orient Phoebus when he makes his way To cloathe all mortals with a Sun-shine day Yet these our Waters and our Wood is sold By weight and measure for the price of Gold Nay more then Gold our Bondage that may tell Coyne with affliction hath no paralell 5 The almost-tyred Horse would rest his Load From his gall'd shoulders in the dustie Road But for the Driver thus poore we would borrow An inch of respit for an age of sorrow We are as Horses to th'eitlemies yoakes Laden with burthens and pursu'd with stroakes Of our foes envie now we know how blest Is the rare royaltie of purchas'd Rest 6 What heapt-up Plentie had our flourisht Land Once for to glory in when her high hand Was stretcht to other Nations in reliefe For wealth and honour she was counted chiefe Among Earths Royall Princes now even she Of late inthroned in Earths Majestie Is sold to AEgypt and to Ashur so We earne our bread to linger out our woe 7 And it is just we should so while that we Live in knowne Folly and Iniquitie Our Fathers they have sinn'd we bear their Names And their Rebellion and why not their shames Our Fathers finn'd and dy'd and are we better Then our fore-fathers was not man a debter Since th' old words Creation by folly why Doth sinfull man then thinke so much to die 8 What in the world is more accounted vaine Then servants for to rule or fooles to raigne Over th'honour'd Age even such are we While we are captiv'd to Captivitie Thus Earth is various and mans renowne Is but a Dreame not worth the writing downe And if his glory be an idle Theame Who can expect realitie in a Dreame 9 Famine is feeble yet the hungry soule Is strong and valiant and he dares controule A thousand eminent dangers if that he May feed his hunger and necessitie Thus with the perill of our dearest breath We got our living in the spight of death In bondage slaverie labour toyle and paine While the Sword randevouz'd upon the plaine 10 Those Alabaster bodies whose rare faces Were drest with sweetnesse fit for th' imbraces Of undefiled Love now now alas Those flourishing flowers are but like the grasse The with'ring dying grasse parcht up with heat Black as the Oven thus for want of meat Poore Sion is deform'd with sinne and shame While Warre and Famine hath eclips'd our fame 11 Now wickednesse is ripe now sinne doth climbe Now Pride aspireth to the wings of Time Now fire is kindled in th'Adulterers eye With hideous flames whose wandring sparkles flye To catch at ev'ry object which he may Shewing black impudence in height of day Deflowring Maidens and defiling Wives They make their mem'rie stink like their loath'd lives 12 The valiant Prince whose Royaltie did shine Through Clouds of Envie now the foes combine By Death to dim his Glory and the head Of the wise Elder is dishonoured Base Earth these are thy gifts and therefore wee Dishonour Vertue by our honouring thee Let thine owne servants love thee which doe spend Time in vaine folly to an idle end 13 How is illustrious Sion now declin'd From her high Dignitie her young men grinde In the laborious Mill the flowred Age Whose strength and valour taught them to ingage In fields of bloudie Warre when the proud foe Could often witnesse their owne overthrow Though now we are in woe our Children crie Under their heavie burthens till they die 14 Those Lawes are cancell'd too which sometimes we Did memorize in immortall memorie The holy Elder sits not in the Gate With Heav'ns authoritie to predominate Our mirth is alcumiz'd to funerall Songs And like sad Elegies to tell our wrongs To other Nations while our following teares Feeds our sad eye-lids as our mirth the eares 15 The royall Tones which sometimes was afforded From the rare Instrument whose strings recorded A well-measur'd evennesse whose sweet story Emblem'd the harmonie of highest glory And Loves eternall joy now all is gone Our Dance is ended merriment is moane Our Musick metamorphos'd and our mirth Sings this sad Song oh false deluding Earth 16 Oh false deluding Earth honour and pow'r And all thy glory is as a swift-run howre Whose hastie minutes whose laborious sand Doth run to over-take the wandring hand Of Sols beshadow'd Dyall thus our Crowne Of Earthly Royaltie Time trampleth downe Woe to our soules that we have sinn'd for why Sinne makes up miserie with mortalitie 17 Therefore our hearts are sad therefore our sleepe Forsakes our eye-lids therefore doe we weepe Therefore our soules are