of a Dove To fly unto the bosome of our Love There we should rest securely from all harmes Embracing and embraced in his armes But what is this behold another sight Two men or Angels rather clad in white Angels Leave gazing thus ye men of Galilee For this same Jesus you shall shortly see Returne again in the same manner as You now beheld him hence to Heaven pass He 's gone but to prepare for you a place Against the time that you have run your race Leave wishing too for wishes will not raise You to the mansions of those endlesse joies Where he resides but let your thoughts all bend In heavenly conversation to ascend Follow his holy steps for so you shall Have your Ascension bodie soul and all Apostles We thank you for your counsel and obey This having said they all depart away Th' Angels to heaven th' Apostles homeward went Expecting when the Spirit should be sent And they endu'd with power from the Lord To save the world by preaching of the Word Upon all Saints day SUch honour have all the Lords Saints that we Keep this day holy to their memorie And reason good for they examples are To us in life and death of vertues rare For though all vertues in some measure met In all the saints as lines i' th' center yet Some special grace in every one did dwel Wherein each one the other did excel Thus Abram for his Faith was most renown'd Job for his singular Patience was crown'd Moses for Meeknesse did all men surpasse Elias for his Zeale most famous was David is for an Upright heart commended Josias for a Tender heart transcended John the Evangelist for Charity And John the Baptist for Austerity Saint Paul for his Humility surmounted When chief of sinners he himself accounted And least of all th' Apostles though indeed For pains and parts he did the rest exceed Peter for Penitence the prize doth bear Who for his sinne shed many a bitter teare Now as their life to us serves for a light So is their death most precious in Gods sight By that we learn to live by this to die By both we come to immortality Since then they are such happy guides wel may We solemnize at least one annual day Unto their honour yet not guiltie be Of superstition or Idolatry When we observe this day we do no more Then reverence them as Saints not them adore God's the sole object of our invocation They but the pattern for our imitation And 't is our prayer alwaies on this day That we their godly living follow may Til we with them at last come to partake Of joyes unspeakable for Christ his sake Whiles thus we celebrate this festival None can us justly superstitious cal To Christ A Poem of Hugo Grot. Sil. lib. 1. p. 10. Translated O Christ which art the head of every thing From whom a better life then this doth spring Thy Fathers measure yet unmeasured Whom whiles that he himself contemplated In his high mind he streams forth light of light And sees himself in 's equal image bright Like whom the world and the worlds guardian man Was made but O he suddainly began To be rebellious his high honour lâ—st And prest with crimes which him most deerly cost Becoming guilty of the greatest pain In this state lay and had for ever laine But that thy Father his case pitying did Give thee who with himself before wast hid Under concealed light eternal love Unto his Church did him to mercy move His truth by dreams he wil reveal no more Nor visions by his Prophets as before But willing now a living Law to make And lasting league with men lo thou didst take A mortal body and a man-like face Yet not begot the way of humane race By filthy lust but thou conceived wast By power divine born of a Virgin chaste Though thou no purple hadst to cloth thee then Bâ—ing newly born nor bands of armed men To compasse thee about and be thy guard Yet Citizens of heaven keep watch and ward And divine Anthems sang about thy stal More royal thus then any Princes Hall The beasts and shepherds thee incircled there Poor but far happier then all Kings they were In that they knew thee thou a new come guest Wert by thy heaven to earth made manifest The Magi stood amaz'd a starre to see Ne're seen before how great say they is he That 's born to honour whom new stars appear Yee â—erie signes of heaven your light forbear Forbeare ye wandring stars and Charls his Wayne To guide the Passengers upon the Maine For through the various waves of things below And life's uncertainties this Star doth show The way not that which unto Babylon brings Proud in the Courts of her Arsâ—oian Kings Nor to the Palaces of Tibur stout Nor to Jerusalem's turrets but points out The Cottages of Bethlehem and the door Of shepherds tents Jewes seek your King no more Amongst the Cornets and the Trumpets sound And th' Arms wherewith mans furie doth surround Himself ye know not wretches as ye be How neer a thing to heaven is povertie How sweet to suffer tel the Parthians now Goe tel the Romans tel your Herod how Hee 'll make the blind to see the lame to walk Hee 'll make the deaf to hear the dumb to talke Hee 'll heal all plagues and sicknesses with ease By 's word not herbs and calm the raging seas Thousands he wil with little food sustain Himself long time with none and raise again The dead make water wine at his command And walk upon the sea as on dry land Let them whom jewels deck let Martial men Try if they can perform the like again These my poor Christ can doe nor doth he cure Bodies alone but minds of men make pure Purges their brests that are possest with sin And heals the plague-sick world which we live in Thus a right way he takes whiles those that stand And mightie are he puls down with his hand Those that are weak and fallen he erects But look what stirrs i' th' heavens What strange aspects And strife of things Whiles so great good in thee Is recompenc'd with hateful crueltie Not by the Sythian or the barbarous men Of Affrick or the north Pole Citizen But by good Abrahams off-spring who alone Of all the nations was thy chosen one Such mischiefe black ambition can do Whiles't being incens'd with pride and hatred too It rages under faigned piety A simple fate thou didst not perish by But as a thief thou di'dst though innocent To undergoe our sin and punishment The sins of all the world did lye on thee Since Adam ate of the forbidden tree From that first hour to this they prest thee all On us those bonds on us those blowes should fall Those sharp black thorns should prick our temple veins The Sergeant should us drag to endlesse pains The nails should pierce our hands the spear our side And we without delay
sustaine no harme For this fire shall Like that which snatch'd away The Prophet once â—ransport them all From this worlds sorrows to a world of joy Exod. 32.10 Now therefore let me alone that my wrath may wax hot against them and that I may consume them WHat a commanding power There is in prayer Which can tower As high as heaven and tie the hands Of God himself in bands That he unable is to loose the raines To Justice til released from these chains Samson could break his cords As tow and yet the Lord of Lords Who gave that strength to Samson can Not break the cords of man Man makes his maker pray Let me alone That on this people my wrath may be shown Since then such vertue lies In prayer as will exorcise The almighty and fast bind his arms In spiritual magick charms O for another Moses now to pray That the like benefit wee might enjoy But Gods wraâ—h long hath been Against us hot a signe our sinne Cries lowder then our prayers to God Which makes him use his rod VVhen once our prayers grow more servent then We may expect they 'l bind Gods hands again Numb. 20.11 Moses lift up his hand and with his rod smote the rock twice and the water came out abundantly and the congregation drank WHat wonders this that there should spring Streams from a rock to quench a peoples thirst VVhat man alive did e're see such a thing That waters out of stone should burst Yet rather then Israel with drowth should die God by a miracle wil them supply What wonders this that from Christs side Water and blood should run to cleanse our sin This is that fountain which was opened wide To purge all our uncleannesse in But this the greater wonder is by farre As substances beyond the shadowes are Christ is that spiritual rock from whence Two Sacraments derived are to us Being the objects of our faith and sense Both receive comfort from them thus Rather then we should faint our Rock turns Vine And stayes our thirst with water and with wine But here 's another Rock my heart Harder then Adamant yet by and by If by a greater Moses struck 't wil part And stream forth tears abundantly Strike then this Rock my God double the blow That for my sins my eyes with tears may flow My sins that pierc'd thy hands thy feet Thy head thy heart and every part of thee And on the cross made life and death to meet Death to thy self and life to mee Thy every fall does save O happy strife That struck God dead but raised man to life Deut. 29.29 Secret things belong unto the Lord our God but those things which are revealed belong unto us and our children for ever that we may doe all the words of this Law THis was good doctrine once but now We not contented are to know What God thinks good for to reveale Unlesse we with Prometheus steale Some fire from heaven or commit A rape on Pallas Divine Wit Or pick Joves lock and secrets get Out of his closest Cabinet We with the Bethshemites dare pry Into Gods Ark and cast an eye Within the Vaile although that wee Or blinde or dead strait stricken be Such boldnesse wel deserves to have No eyes or else a suddaine grave He that would know more then is fit Forfeits his life as wel as wit And while he seeks what God hath hidden He eats againe the fruit forbidden So striving to be overwise Is justly banisht Paradise But if we would know safely more Let 's practise what we knew before Not search his secret wil into But his revealed let us doe 'T is that concerns us most the way To understand is to obey 1 Sam. 17.37 David said moreover The Lord that delivered me out of the paw of the Lion and out of the paw of the Bear he wil deliver me out of the hand of this Philistin WHy should I doubt Gods providence Or fear hee 'le not protect me in my wayes Since he his goodnesse stil to me displayes And proves it by experience One day another certifies and saith Each several Mercy doth confirm my faith His former favours earnests are Of future he that sav'd mee from the Bear Would not permit the Lyon me to teare And he that of me took such care As from the Lyons paw to set me free Will from this Philistine deliver me Lord from a fiercer Lyon thou Hast saved me by thine almighty power I mean that Lyon which sought to devour My soul and body Shall I now Suspect that thou who spar'dst me from the divel Wilt let me perish by a lesser evil I am resolv'd to fear no more What man can do though he Golia be Much less a Bear or Lyon though I see Him ne're so much against me roare I have so oft been rescued by thine arm That I believe nothing shall do me harme JOB 29.14 I put on Righteousnesse and it clothed me 'T Was sin brought shame into the world til then There was no nakednesse 'mongst men And till they put on Righteousnesse they wil Though clad in Gold be naked stil They may their clothes change every day yet find That clothes they want unless they change their mind The newnesse of the fashon's not enough Nor yet the richnesse of the stuff To cover the souls nakednesse within Whiles t is deform'd with deadly sin The gallant without grace for all his brags Is worse attir'd then truth that goes in rags What matter is 't if that his body be Adorn'd with all the bravery His wealth can compasse or his wit invent For all this costly ornament If he be destitute of Righteousnesse To clothe his soul hee 's naked ne're the lesse God looks into my inside and if there He see that I do vertue weare And that the habits of my mind are white As Innocence and clear as Light Then he invites me as a proper guest Being thus apparrel'd to his marriage feast Now Lord since mine own righteousnesse wil be Too short a robe to cover me For who alas with so great store is clad But he to borrow may be glad Do thou some of thine owne on me bestow That 's long enough for both of us I know Psalm 4.3 But know the Lord hath set apart him that is godly for himself BEhold an holy Separatist Whose sanctiâ—y doth not consist In setting of himself apart Both from the world and his own heart With a keepâ—back as if that none Must neer him come but stands alone Like the disdainful Phaâ—isee That thinks no man so good as he No he himself doth most despise And humble is in his own eyes So ful of meeknesse and so mild As is the newly weaned child His faith though firm is lowly built Judging his own not others guilt This humble minded man God deems So highly of so well esteems That he divides him from the rest And in him impropriates for the best To his own
close As though his own they were No more their malice fear For let them do the worst to thee they can Since that thy fellow suff'rer's God and man 1 Cor. 6.19 What know ye not that your body is the Temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you which ye have of God and yee are not your own LOrd what an humble God art thou Thus to descend And be my friend Yea more then friend mine In-mate now Dost not enough thy self abase To look on me But I must be Thy Temple and thy dwelling place This my vile Body thou dost take And thinkest fit To honor it And for thy use a house it make Henceforth I 'l prize this house of thine At a high rate Being consecrate To thee and count it no more mine Not any part thereof shall be An instrument To sin but bent In holy wayes to wait on thee The windowes in 't shall be mine eyes Through which I 'l see My God thou me My tongue shall offâ—r Sacrifice My lips the Calves which I will pay To thee my Lord And every word Well weigh'd I 'l on thine Altar lay My Lungs the bellowes which shall blow The holy fire Of my desire Till to a lively flame it grow My Prayer as Incense shall ascend And every room In me perfume That no ill savour thee offend My heart shall be the Holocaust My hands shall bring An Offering And all shall serve the Holy Ghost 1 Cor. 10.12 Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall LEt none presume he stands so fast But that he may fall first or last The most confirm'd in grace Stands in a slipp'ry place He treads on ice and if he take not care Unto his steps is down e're he 's aware 'T is hard to keep a middle way 'Twixt two extreams and never stray Since to the worst mans mind By nature is inclind Each vertue hath two vices on both sides 'T is odds that into one of them he slides So many snares so many evils So many doubts so many divels Environ him about That be he ne're so stout His faith may faile his feet may slip awry And he soon fall from his integrity David that was so great so good And highly in Gods favour stood In two such sins he fell As might have damn'd him well But that in mercy God pleas'd to restore Him to that state that he was in before Peter though he a pillar were Of th' Church his Master did forswear Such power had fear to make His former faith to shake Thus he who stood the day before so strong Was to his grief and shame laid all along I will not be too confident Of my fast footing but content My faith and fear should stand Together hand in hand That fear may keep my faith from being too bold And faith my fear from losing of its hold 1 Cor. 15.19 If in this life only we have hopes in Christ then were wee of all men most miserable I were of things the worst And most accurst If in this life my happiness did end Beasts and Birds me exceed In strength in speed The Divels me in knowledg far transcend The wicked in sports swim Up to the brim The Epicure abounds in carnal pleasure Th' ambitious man is crown'd With Honours round The Covetous augments his daily Treasure My conscience will not let Me Riches get As others do by rapine and deceit Such wayes it checks me in Saying 't is sin And warnes me of the hook under the bait As sparks do upwards fly Even so am I To troubles born at every turn we meet Reproach and iâ—nomy My Honours be My wealth serves but to buy a winding sheet Yet courage take my soul Let faith controul Thy reason let it fix thy thoughts elsewhere These worldly things ne're can Make happy man Thy happinesse comes from a higher sphere With holy Job then know Though thou art low Thy head 's as high as heaven there lives he Who thy Redeemer is And that thy bliss In seeing him with these same eyes shal be Worldly delights be gone In him alone All wealth all honor and all pleasure lies No sorrowes then shall rest Within my brest His hand shal wipe all tears from my sad eys His hand my head shall raise And crown with joyes Such joies no eye hath seen nor ear hath heard No tongue of men can tell Nor Angels well Only to feel them shall be my reward 2 Cor. 12.10 When I am weake then I am strong WHat Paradox is this that there should be Weakness and strength at the same time in me A Paradox to Nature not to Grace Where without contradiction both have place When I am weakin body then I find That I am strong i' th' vertues of the mind And when I am brought by affliction low Then I in spiritual comforts high do grow When of my self I cannot go nor stand Yet I supported by Gods heavenly hand Can safely travel through a world of wo Yea through the valley of deaths shadow go And fear no ill walk through a sea of troubles Yet never sink counting the waves but bubbles Which my faith blowes away my hope doth sound The greatest depths and even touch the ground When I am ready to be swallowed by Deaths greedy jawes faith sets me up on high Like Moses on Mount Pisgah whence I can Behold a better Land of Canaan And enter too where I with joy shall see His glories in a blest eternity If so much strength to weakness doth belong Lord make me weak that thou maist make me strong Gal. 2.20 Nevertheless I live yet not I but Christ liveth in me and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave his life for me BEhold the priviledg of a Christian Above another man Both Tenants to one Lord Yet in their Tenures they do not accord One hath two lives in present and the third In future but confirm'd by Gods own Word The life of Nature first the life of Grace Takes up the second place The life of Glory last Which comes not till the other two are past The Christian esteems the Natural Compar'd with th' other nothing worth at all The Natural man in present hath but one And in reversion none Yet he doth so depend Upon that one as if it ne're would end Not once considering how each trivial thing Serves to draw on its speedy ruining And as the beasts that perish so shal â—e To dust dissolved be Yea a worse mischief shall After this life this wretched man befall Of his unhappiness it being the least That his short breath expireth like the beast For his one life a double death shall have His body in the grave His soul in hell shall lye A second death that 's to eternity A miserable man he is indeed Whose single short life two long deaths succeed I will account no more
hel The Antipodes WHy art so sad and sullen O my Muse That now to make a verse thou dost refuse Must thou be mov'd by a reward to raise Thy fancie up Lo here 's a sprig of Bayes To make a lawrel if that wil not do it Meere indignation wil create a Poet Art thou not angry yet at these mad times Canst thou forbeare to write Satyrick rhimes A rod is good for mad men in their fits 'T wil them restrain if not restore their wits The world is a great Bedlam where men talke Distractedly and on their heads doe walk Treading Antipodes to all the Sages And sober minded of the former ages They were content good souls with slender meat Such as their gardens yeilded they did eate A sallet bread and water fresh that ran From the next spring did dine a Gentleman They were content good souls for to be clad In skins which from the beasts backs could be had And so it did them from the cold defend It was enough they had no other end They were content to sit under the shade Of their own Vine ne're offering to invade Their neighbours or take arms them to oppresse So they their own might quietly possesse They were content with such instructions as From their own Priests and Prophets mouths did passe And with that fear and reverence did them hear As though the only oracles they were It was the golden age of the world then When merit and not mony raised men Grace was their gold their hearts were the rich mine Where vertues most transparently did shine Faces about now and behold the sceane Turn'd topsie turvie all things changed cleane No fare contents us but what 's fetcht from far And deerly bought and cookt with curious care And dainty sauces thus with art we strive Our appetites to kil and to revive We of our bellies Gods do make and thus Are gluttons beyond Heliogabulus No drink contents us but the richest wine And strongest beer which we swil in like swine Keeping no meane but quaffing round about Til all the wine 's in and the wit is out No clothes content us but the richest stuffe And costâ—iest die else 't is not gay enough Nay it is nothing worth unlesse the fashion Come like Queen Sheba from a forraign nation We change our habits like the moon our shapes With Proteus and are made the Frenchmens Apes No living wil to us contentment yeild But we must stil be laying field to field Wishing this Lordship purchasing that Farme If mony wanting be then force of arm Shal make it ours or subtiltie of wit One way or other we wil compasse it No teaching now contents us the old way The Lay-man is inspired every day Can pray and preach ex tempore he Priest With all his learning is despis'd and hist Out of the Church and some have lately fed He should be shortly brought to beg his bread We 've nothing of the golden age unlesse That Gold 's our Grace and Gaine 's our godlinesse Not manners now but monie makes a man Yea many think it makes a Christian As if none were religious but the rich And the poor body damn'd were for a witch Dost see my Muse the world turn'd upside down The Prince on foot whiles mounted is the clown The beggar now a purchaser and hee That was worth thousands brought to beggerie Dost thou behold all this and canst be mute Come take thy bow and arrowes aim and shoot The sharpest of them cast thy keenest dart At this mad age and strike it to the heart Come dip thy pen in vinegar and gall And never leave til thou hast vented all Thy just spleen on it if it stil grow worse Let it expect not thine but Gods great curse To a Gentlewoman that was extremely troubled with the Tooth-ach I Grieve and wonder so great pain You should from one smal tooth sustaine That you can neither eate nor drink Nor aâ—l the night scarce sleep a wink Yet to your comfort this I 'll say That to hell pains 't is but a toy A pleasure if compar'd it were To what the damned suffer there If in one tooth such anguish lies What torments from that fire arise This in a night or two is past But that doth infinitely last In this one member akes no more In that all members o're and o're In this the body doth but smart In that the soul too beats her part Think then that this is all the hell Which you shal feele and you are wel Upon a Passing Bel. HEark how the Passing Bel Rings out thy neighbours knel And thou for want of wit Or grace ne're think'st on it Because thou yet art well Fool in two dayes or three The same may ring for thee For deaths impartial dart Wil surely hit thy heart He will not take a fee Since then he wil not spare See thou thy self prepare Against that dreadful day When thou shalt turn to clay This bel bids thee beware Upon the setting of a Clock-Larum O What a drowzie lump of flesh is man Whose life being no longer then a span Great part of that short span is past away In sleep so that 't is hard for us to say Whether we live or no for whiles that we Repose our selves dead to our selves we be Without all motion and intelligence Till this shril Larum quicken our dulsense And make us living souls to th' day arise Like Adam when he opened first his eyes Yet this sleep 's short and sweet if we compare It to that other wherein many are Profoundly steep'd a spiritual sleep in sin The major part o' th' world is drowned in That but the Body's nap we know to be This the souls everlasting Lethargy Unlesse God waken it to that intent He hath to man a treble Larum sent His Word first from his Prophets mouth did beat A Parley and from sin sound a Retreat Saying Thou sleeper wake attention give To what I say hear and thy soul shall live Let not thy sins turn day into black night Rise from the dead and Christ shal give thee light And left this Larum should not be of force From this dead sleep in sin to raise a Course He sets a second that with secret art Besides the eare pierceth the very heart His spirit it is and when the other failes To rouze the sleepie sinner this prevailes But if his eares and heart be so fast barr'd That neither of these larums wil be heard Then sounds a third Gods judgements powring down Upon his head and making it ring noone Flashing like lightning ratling too like thunder Parting his soule and body far asunder Til so from sleep in sin he fal at last To sleep in death and in the grave is cast From which he shall not wake before he heare Th' Archangels dreadful larum in his eare Saying Arise ye dead to judgment come And from Christs mouth receive your final doome Scylla and Carybdis TWo gulfs there are 'twixt
a friend That whom he loves he loves unto the end What though sometimes he seems to frowne And with rough winds to blow me down The fault 's not his but mine For he would alwaies shine On me 't is I that change My sins make him look strange Yet under his bent brow I may discover Some smiling glances which betray a lover Shewing that he desires no more But that I be as heretofore For 't is his only aime To make me stil the same To him that he may be The very same to me Lord let me thy unchanging favour find I shall not need the Sun nor fear the wind Upon a dream that he was writing his Sermon Notes upon his naked brest that very morning that was the Anniversary of his Baptism THat on the High Priests brest-plate there was wrote Urim and Thummim it was not for nought 'Mongst other ends some thought it did imply Soundnesse in 's doctrine in 's life sanctity What e're it signified his lips we know With learning should his heart with grace o'reflow Both which present him fairer farre then all The sparkling stones in Aarons Pectoral He of all Preachers surely is the best That writes his sermon first on his own brest He prints his Notes before he speaks them who What e're he teacheth is resolv'd to do Himself and thus becomâ—s a double guide Doctrine on this example on that side He that hath Esaus hand and Jacobs voice Bâ—ilds with the one with th' other he destroyes Lord thou didst first imprint thy Law within The Tables of mans heart and when that sin Defaced had those characters thou then In stonie Tables printedst them again Sâ—nce they are broken humbly I implore That thou wouldst write them in my heart once more Ne're to be blotted out that so I may Both read them and observe them every day So I thy holy Vessel shall impart A taste to others yet within my heart Retain a favour to my self and so The way I point to others I shall go So what Saint Paul strove for I shal enjoy Having taught others be no Cast-away And as thy Law is written in my mind So in thy Book let me not fail to find My name inscrib'd with thine own sacred hand Which shall indelible for eveâ— stand But why upon my Christning day this dream Presented to my fancy 'T was a Theam Fit for the day for when the soul is made Pure by that washing then a ground is laid For Gods hand-writing 't is like Virgin wax Which only his Divine Impression lacks My God baptize me once more with thy blood And since thou dost not find me make me good Wash my soul clean and that I may be knowne To be thy Child O seal me for thine own A Soliloquy upon the Circumcision commonly called New-yeers-day WAs 't not enough that God himself became Man like to me and in all things the same Excepting sin alone but he must be Under the Law and circumciz'd for me O extasie of love which for my sake The Son of God the Son of man did make Make him an infant shed some drops of blood As the first fruits to that more liberal flood That flow'd in a ful tyde from every part His hands his feete his side his head his heart Whereof a soveraign balme he did compound To heale my wounds and make my sick soul sound What present O my soul hast thou to pay Thy God What New-yeers gift this New-yeers day Give him thy self who gave himself for thee A better offering there cannot be Do somewhat like him too and circumcise The foreskin of thy heart then sacrifice Thy purer thoughts to him and now begin This day to live to grace to dye to sin An other upon the Resurrection commonly called Easter day THis day my Lord rose early from the dead Whiles I securely sleep in my soft bed Not dreaming what he did my soule to save Which lay long dead and buried in the grave Of sin Haste then my soule and take new breath From Christ to raise thee from this spiritual death Up with the break of day and break thy chains Made by thy sins and wash away thy staines In that pure fountain which was opened wide And runs yet fresh out of thy Saviours side He rising left his grave clothes all behind Do so by thine and banish from thy mind All thoughts of putting them on any more But rise as gold refined from its ore Ne're to contract more drosse from earth again Clear and unspotted as the light remain So when that Christ to judg the world shall come Thou shalt not tremble at the day of doom But boldly stand before the judg and hear The final sentence publisht without fear To thy eternal comfort he shall say Good servant enter thou thy Masters Joy A Colloquy upon the Ascension commonly called Holy Thursday The SPEAKERS ANGELS CHRIST APOSTLES Angels WHo 's this from Edom comes with garments di'd From Bozra Di'd in blood which from his side His deer side issued ' Wast not he that late But three dayes since was crucifi'd What state He marches in The clouds his Chariot are And on the wings o' th' wind he rides 't is rare We ne're beheld the like unless it were When once a fiery Chariot did bear The Prophet hither which we wondred at But this a greater wonder is then that That Prophet di'd not but alive was caught And by the power of God to heaven brought We saw each wheel supported by his hand Yea we assisted by divine command By special commission being sent To wait upon him all the way he went Besides when he the Heavens mounted had Amongst his fellow Prophets he was glad To take his Seat but this man hath the grace To sit above us all and take his place At Gods right hand to him all knees do bow Christ Cease cease your wonder and I 'l tell you how And why this is know I am God and man As man I cannot do 't as God I can As man I dy'd and lay three dayes i' th' grave As God I rose again mighty to save My self and others from deaths greedy jawes From sins inthralment and the divels clawes I trod the wine-press of Gods wrath alone And of the people there was with me none I look'd but no man helpt all from me fled Yet mine own arm mine enemies conquered And led Captivity captive now as King Of Kings I come salvation for to bring Unto my Church and graces to powr down Upon her and with glories will her crown In the mean time do you descend with speed To comfort my Disciples at their need Lo at the Mount of Olives yet they stay Still looking after me begone away Apostles Oh we have lost the sight of him no more Shall we enjoy his presence as before What will become of us who now are left To the wide world of our dear Lord bereâ—t O that we had the swift wings
devise So on his head thou shalt heap coals of fire And softly melt his heart to thy desire So maist thou make thy foe to be thy friend And whom thou canst not break thus gently bend To the common Drunkard falsely called a Good Fellow CAnnot friends meet but they must drink t' excess Must all your mirth conclude in drunkenness Accurst be he brought it in fashion first Before ye were content to quench your thirst And not exceed three or four cups at most Now you carouse till all your reasons lost And like to overheated Dutch men yee Drink till ye fight and fall to snicker snee He that invites his friend t'a drunken feast Keeps out the man and entertains the beast A feast 't is not but a base Bacchanal Where the beast man a Sacrifice doth fall Worse then a beast he is for no beast will Be made to drink a drop more then his fill But man his belly makes a tun his brain A hog and drinks till up it comes again Vile man whom God next t' Angels did create Below a Bruit thus to degenerate For shame give o're this most unmanlike sin Which too long hath thy daily practise bin Redeem thine honour drown'd in Ale and Wine And thy soul settled on the Lees refine When thy debauched life thou shalt correct Thou happier daies in England maist expect Upon an old man holding an Infant between his arms of his own begetting HEre Natures contradiction behold The extremity of Ages young and old The two first Books of Moses Genesis And Exodus bound up together 't is May sitting in Decembers lap the Spring With Auâ—umn joyn'd together in a ring Youth in the bud new started from the womb Sâ—akes hands with age now dropping in the Tomb The worlds beginning and the end together The day and night Sunshine and rainy weather Nonage and dotage generation Met with corruption and the Creation O' th' child the dissolution proves to be O' th' father who destroy'd himself whiles he Begets a son and like the Phoenix from His dust and ashes doth another come To one that married a very rich but a very deformed woman WHo is 't that sayes it was not love Which you unto this match did move 'T was love but love of money sure That thus to wed did you allure 'T was not the beauty which doth lye In your wives cheek or lip or eye Or any other part that shines Save only in her golden Mines It were the Angels in her chest That first made love within your brest There sit the Cupids there the Graces Reside in those red and white faces In having one wife you have many Each bag a wife is how then can ye Chuse but be rich for such as these Bring put to use will soon increase Nor will their bâ—â—uâ—y fade for th' are At fifty more then fifteen fair As pure good meâ—tal as refin'd An age hence as when they were coin'd Provided you keep them in bands From falling into hucksters hands If Pleasure be not Profiâ—'s in Your match Poligamy's no sin In a free Sâ—ate you may be bold To marry every piece of Gold Though they so numerous be as will The Great Turks vast Seraglio fill Yet take my counsel look well to them For many chances will undo them They may be call'd in by the State And valued at a lower rate They may be rounded and defaced Or with worse mettal be debased They may perhaps suffer a rape Be plundred from you should they scape These Accidents yet wings have they Like Cupid and will flee away Leaving you little else behind But your sad choise and sadder mind For when your money 's gone your wife Will stay to vex you all your life His opinion concerning disputations in the Country where the Major part of the Auditory are Illiterate persons 'T is seldome seen a popular dispute Doth any good you may perhaps confute But not convert a heretick he wil Say what you can hold fast his errour stil Besides the vulgar Auditors do weigh All arguments as their affections sway Not as their reason and think that the best Which with most noise and eagernesse is prest So they adhere unto the worser side Or go away much more unsatisfi'd Then they came there like some young Conjurers spel Raising more divels up then he can quel Or lay again like Bees the common rout Wil swarme about your ears and buzze you out But humme the Factions up and lowdly cry On your Antagonists side Victory Forbear then such disputes henceforth to move For fear they should the Churches ruine prove These points are fitter for the Press or Schooler It is the best way not to answer fools According to their folly which wil rise Higher by opposing let alone it dies Upon his late Ague or the new Feaver as it was call'd WHat a strange thing 's this Ague which doth make Me like an earthquake first with cold to shake Then like mount Etna burn with fervent heat And by and by dissolve into a sweat Sure 't is some Cacodamon by his art Insinuating himselfe in every part Now in the head then in the back it lies Sometimes i' th' stomack sometimes in the thighs Now like a Souldier whom nothing can fray He sets upon me boldly at midday Then like a thief steals on me late at night Or early e're th' approach o' th' morning light Shame of Physicians 't is for all their tribe Cannot a certain remedie prescribe Faustus or some such Conjurer would be The better Doctor in this cure for he Might by his magick charms perhaps expel This freezing burning sweaâ—ing spirit of hel If then it wil no oâ—her way be gone I wil turne Conjurer but an holy one And with my prayers to heaven exorcise This evil spirit thus Let God arise with healing in his wings and first begin To heal my souls disease and sicknesse sin Then let this great Physician apply A salve to cure my bodies malady Thou that didst legion with a word expel But speak the word thy servant shal be wel The Accident WAs it by negligence or accident That in my sicknesse as my servant went To warme my bed some ashes she let fall Neither perhaps but 't was prophetical Foretelling that I must to ashes turn And shortly be inclosed in my urne And if that providence hath so decreed Welcome i' th' name of God let Death succeed His elder brother Sleep and then give way To Life again such as the saints enjoy Now on my grave I think and yet not quake Since thence as from my bed I shal awake When I lie down in dust I doe not die But take a nap and rise t' eternity My soul shall reassume it's dust again And in a blessed union stil remain Upon his Recovery from his Ague WHat shal I render unto thee my God Since thou hast with thy rod In measure me corrected to prevent A sharper punishment That I may not
this life of mine To be my own but thine Not I but thou dost live In me who for me Lord thy self didst give It was thy love that made thee dye for me It is my faith that makes me live in thee Phil. 3.13 14. I count not my selfe to have apprehended but this one thing I do forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forth unto those things which are before I press toward the Mark for the prize of the high Calling of God in Christ Jesus THis ilfe is like a race Where every one 's a Runner and the prize A Crown of Glory Heavens the place Where the Mark's set before our eyes I who have not as yet Scarce run out half the way must not sit down And think I 've done enough but sweat And labour hard to get the Crown Nor may I cast an eye Behind to see how many I 've out run But with the foremost I must vie And better end then I begun For if I fail at last When I have gone the greatest part o' th' Race Or give off when the worst is past It will be much to my disgrace Nor is that all but then Another man shall take my crown from me And I with the faint-hearted men Out of the Lists quite cast shall be O Lord do thou annoint Me with thy oil of Grace from top to toe In every lim and every joint That I may never weary grow But persevering in My course with vigorous and active strength May be so happy as to win The Goal first and the Crown at length Heb. 13.14 Here we have no continuing City but we seek one to come MAn is a Creature loves society And cannot long alone be well Hence God made Eve that she Might with him dwell From these two sprung A numerous family That to a City grew ere long And that impli'd strength and stability But see how soon this City came to nought Being destroy'd with its own weight And by division brought To ruine strait Then how can we A City have that 's strong Or permanent It cannot be What 's made with hands should e're continue long The best is made with lime and stone how then Can that which is compact of such Frail matter last yet men Are frailer much Those men that make This City are all cast In moulds of Clay and do partake Of earth themselves such vessels cannot last Nor they nor yet their City can endure Many mishaps there be will end them To perish they are sure None can defend them Each little thing To pieces breaks their frame A very wind a breath will bring Them to that nothing whence at first they came Yet whiles their worst part crumbles to the dust And falls to ashes in their urn Their souls immortal must To God return That God hath made A City without hands For them which ne're shall fail nor fade Unmoveable its vast foundation stands A most magnificent and glorious place Which they that see 't can scarce set forth Or give it half the grace As to its worth There God keeps Court Millions on either side Of Saints and Angels do resort To wait on him this City's wondrous wide The least of all those many Mansions therâ— Our greatest Cities far transcend Each one 's a Kingdom which shall ne're Admit of end This then alone Requires our chiefest care In seeking it for there is none On earth's round ball that can with it compare On this lets fix our thoughts to this aspire To this let all our actions tend Be it our sole desire There to ascend For all our bliss God hath reserv'd above Our happiness there seated is There is our Treasure there must be our love James 2.20 Wilt thou know O vain man that faith without works is dead HEark vain man hark what the Apostle saith And do not boast so much of thy great faith For though 't were able mountains to remove 'T is nothing worth unless it woâ—k by love Love is the life of it 't is thaâ— alone Which quickens it or else 't is dead 't is none That man who breaths not at the mouth a jor Whose heart no motion hath whose pulse beaâ—s not We say is dead the like we â—ay infer Concerning faith that 's dead which doth not stir If it be living 't will be active too What the heart thinks mouth speaks the hands will do Let others shew their faith if that they please Without their works while I shew mine by these First my Religion shal be pure and then Peaceable if it be possible with men Forgiving wrongs giving what I can spare To those that want and in distresses are I wil be feet to th' lame eyes to the blind Helpful to all and unto none unkind If thus my faith be qualifi'd I shall Approve it to my self to God to all 1 Peter 5.7 Casting all your care upon God for he careth for you COme heavy souls opprest that are With doubts and fears and carking care Lay all your burthens down and see Where 's one that carried once a tree Upon his back and which is more A heavier weight your sins he bore Think then how easily he can Your sorrowes bear that 's God and Man Think too how willing he 's to take Your care on him who for your sake Sweat bloody drops pray'd fasted cry'd Was bound scourg'd mockt and crucifi'd He that so much for you did do Will yet do more and care for you Rev. 20.11 12. And I saw a great white Throne and him that sate on it from whose face the Earth and the Heaven fled away and there was found no place for them And I saw the dead both small and great stand before God and the Books were opened and another Book was opened which is the Book of Life and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the Books according to their works HAd I the Art in painting like to him Who did the day of Doom so lively limn That when a Heathen Prince beheld the same With terror struck a Christian he became Thus would I set it forth unto your eye The Heavens should put on a sable dye Mask'd with the blackest vail of thickest clouds Which to the Sun Moon Stars should be as shâ—owds To muffle them in one continued night Not once affording the least spark of light Hiding their heads as sham'd or griev'd to see The horrid sins of men which then should be Made manifest and naked to the world And the dire plagues that on them should be hurs'd From this sad object let your eye retire To th' other side and see the earth on fire The Sea all bloud the Throne of God on high Whereon he sits in glorious Majesty Legions of Angels him surrounding there Millions of men that newly raised were Out of their Sepulchres by his command To hear their final sentence trembling stand Below the Divels in the various shapes Of hideous