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Poems on several occasions being the result of idle hours, to please the desire of some friends / written by J.T. Esq.
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J. T., Esq.
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to enter soon or late It is the Door of Christianity Which none but blind Reprobates do deny And the sign of Regeneration Which gives Interest in Christ's Passion Caena Domini cibus est animae gratiae alimentum nutrix pietatis solaminis canalis pignus amoris THE Lord's Supper is the true Feast of Souls Where we may chear our selves with brim full Bowls Being the healthy aliment of Grace 'T will chear our Hearts and smooth our mournsul Face 'T will nourish Piety ingage our Love Unto the Laws of Jesus Christ above 'T will make us believe what God's true word saith It seals our Gifts and strengtheneth our Faith Evangelii predicatio aeternae vitae est promulgatio pietatis semen virtutis poculum consolationis vehiculum cordis fulcrum imber gratiae animae pharmacum mortuis tuba caecis lux dux errantibus titubantibus baculum esurientibus cibus ignorantibus fons Scientiae oceanus gaudii parens fidei WOuld we live in pure love free from strife Heark to the preaching of eternal Life The Gospel is of Piety the Seed Which contains the Articles of our Creed Virtues Cup Vehicule of Consolation Best searcher of Hearts and Cordial in the Nation A Shower refreshing of Divine Grace Which fructifyeth all the faithful Race 'T is the dispensatory of the Soul Which Cures the Sins and sickness of the foul 'T is the Alarm and Trumpet of the Dead Which makes them speak from their cold earthy Bed Nothing on this side Heaven can be more kind It gives everlasting Light to the blind To the erroneous 't is a sure Guide It steers them right against both Wind and Tyde It is a Staff unto the Lame falling Which maketh him to mind his high calling Which maketh him to long for this good meat Which all such hungry Stomachs will repleat 'T is a Foundation liberal Colledge Which giveth to the Ignorant Knowledge 'T is an Ocean full of lively Joy And none that diveth in it will destroy It will beget in us a lively Faith If we will but hearken to what it saith Sacredotes pij sunt dotes praetiosissimae THE best Fruit on this side of the Heaven That unto Man in Paradise was given Are those most holy and most wholesome Figgs That grow on the Gospels pretious twigs Qui pugnat sine mandato paenam accipit non mercedem qui praedicat fine vocatione peccat non prodest HE that fighteth without lawful command Is like an Highway-man that bids Men stand Who for his reward deserves Punishment And of his forwardness ought to repent He that preacheth without a lawful Calling Is like a decay'd Building always falling He sinneth he doth not teach nor profit Therefore no real good can come of it Conscientia est Index vindex bona Caeli est porta primitiae mala damnationis prodromus Gehennae Miseriarum principium COnscience is the Index of our Life To which we are linked like Man and Wife A Judge which our most secret Thoughts will spell A Justifier of us if we do well 'T is the gate and beginning of our bliss And by it Heaven we can never miss An evil Conscience forestalls Damnation And is ever hopeless of Salvation It doth begin the Miseries of Hell Where those that wrong their Conscience shall dwell The pains whereof no mortal tongue can tell Vita vere religiosa optimum est medicamen contra timorem terrorem stimulum mortis bonus semper vivit abit enim non obit absconditur non abscinditur Dormit non perit mutatur non moritur ALife that 's by religious Rules Altho' the busie World may count such Fools It 's the best Medicines against fear Or against the terrors of black Despair In the whole World there is no such Thing Against Death's fatal and venemous Sting A good Man doth not dye but always live For God eternal Life to him doth give He is stepped aside for some little while Like to a Man that 's gone but a Mile He is hidden a while he is not slain And quickly shall he return again He sleepeth doth not decay nor perish But he shall everlastingly flourish He is but changed he doth never dye He leaveth Earth to soar unto the Sky Diu vixit qui pie moritur fructus est laboris finis operis pacere melioribus HE hath doubtless well run this short Lifes race Who hath not to Answer for abuse of Grace He must doubtless make a most pious end And find the great eternal God his Friend Where he shall have the reward of his pain In endless Joys with everlasting gain The end of all his Labours there shall cease And the gracious God shall always please And fully enjoy everlasting Peace Soli Deo Gloria THE Glories of Lords Dukes Emperors Kings All temporary fading created Things Derive their Being from the greatest blest Jehove The unexhausted Fountain of all Love As we are taught at large in sacred Story Therefore to him let us give all the Glory Idem WHo made this World in harmony to chime Who made the eternal Spring of all time Who made the pacing Numbers of all Rhime Who made all Things that are or e're shall be Who but the great Almighty God is he Therefore we do deserve eternal blame If we give not all glory to his Name The Cardinal Vertues turned into Verse On Prudence AGlass of Christal in a Field of green Of all People to be most fairly seen The Lords fear is the beginning of Prudence If to Solomon we give but credence She searcheth all Things and tryeth forth Truth And is the fittest guide for Age or Youth She weigheth all Things both the good and bad And taketh the best Counsel may be had She judgeth Things present with Things are past Deliberately not with too much hast Thereby preventing all Dangers to come Pent in swift Times unfathomable Womb. Prudence discerns all Things Good from Evil Virtue from Vice and God from the Devil On Justice A Ballance of Silver in a Field of blue Giving to every one their right and due She upholdeth the property of all Estates And causeth Foes to be most loving Mates Not leaving them to ungovernable Fates telling what to do what to leave undone Guiding us with true Light clear as the Sun Preserving all People in Common-Wealth Keeping the Body Politick in health Giving reward to those that do deserve Letting Transgressors in penury to starve Sustaining the poor indigent and weak Giving them Feet to walk and Mouths to speak Justice measureth by an exact Line Setting a perfect Path between thine and mine On Fortitude A Pillar of Porphire in a golden Field Who can endure the touch and scorns to yeild Who hath a true and invincible Spirit Grounded on belief of his true Merit He careth not to spend his Goods Life Blood To serve his God or do his Country good Doing Things laudable with courage sure Bent the most adverse Fortune to endure Holds his intent
produc'd the same On Time mispent TOO long have I my Time imployed In Pleasures which have only cloyed Which Constitution have destroyed Too long have I imployed the same To seek Applause tho' but a Name And got thereby most real blame Too long indeed my Time hath been Imploy'd in Vanity and Sin Which to redeem its time begin Assist me then Almighty Power That I to thee aloft may tower Assist me with thy mighty Spirit That I may most truly Inherit My blessed Saviours pious Merit Which will Rival me with mighty Kings Nay to transcend all earthly Things 'T will make me like to the blest Saints above So pure holy and so full of Love My Thoughts 't will to their Center raise Make me sing thy glorious Praise When there shall be no longer Days On Lifes uncertainty IN a dull melancholly Posture lying Thinking of living thinking of dying And of our slippery Minutes slying Thinking of Courts and the Grandure of Kings And of all other sublunary Things I found Man Lord of all the Creation To whom all is in subordination Was made and destined soon for to dye Considering farther the reason why I found he was ordained to live again And still his happy Being to retain In ravishing Pleasure or endless Pain Why then do we our slying time beslow In following those sading Things below Why do we not with better Husbandry Prepare for the Circle of Eternity By shaking off those weighty Clogs of Sin With ev'ry hindrance and every Ginn Then shall we shew our selves most truly wise Making Earth the Basis to mount the Skies On Happiness ALl Court Happiness yet know not where it dwells Whether in fair Palaces or homely Cells We grope in dark thinking to find it here It being by truest search found elsewhere Our Senses being Judges fallible And therefore such not juice that 's alible The young Man spends his short time and leasure To find it out in vain Sport and Pleasure And in the height of his simplicity Thinketh that the chiefest felicity The middle aged Man courts Honour and Fame Altho' it be nought but an empty Name And spends his fleeting time in getting Wealth Altho' it be sometimes by fraud and stealth By damning Soul Body and loosing Health The ag'd Man in his grave melancholly Of all these Things having seen the folly Thinks it Happiness to be counted Wise Altho' he never sought beyond the Skies Until one of his Feet be in the Grave Then cryeth out with Peter O Lord save By which we may most infallibly know Our happiness lyeth not here below The whole World when it would appear most kind Is not able to satisfie our Mind Which sheweth it in all reallity Of higher Extract than Mortality Which we must leave and all Things else below Before our full Happiness we shall know When if our Parts have been but Acted well In peaceful bliss we shall forever dwell On the Parture of a Friend WHen Friends do part it is but civil tho' They take their leave before that they do go The Poet thinks it fit to send his Muse To bear the Embassy of his excuse Whose mind is fraught with most real good will As it was yesterday so it is still And thus it doth drop from his quill Consider your time is still a slying As well as of living think on dying For of grim Death there is no defying Nor of Heaven and Hell no denying The former pleasures being so immease They infinitely exceed that of Sense The pains of t'other so intollerable That to suffer them no one is able Let those things make us to mind our duty And not to prize our Humane Beauty Which fadeth like unto the fair Flower Nay often withereth within an Hour But let us with our utmost Husbandry Prepare our selves for an Eternity It 's enough our time hath hitherto been Imploy'd in vanity and ugly Sin For which our time is little to repent Altho' the remainder were on it wholly lent Consider this while you have grace and time And think it not an empty piece of Rhyme Consider it with your utmost thinking And go not to destruction winking And learn to see the Wood from the Trees And to suck the Honey and leave the Bees So you will have Reason to bless your Friend Who wisheth you well in 'th World without end On Pleasure PLeasure the tickling Itch of those that know No greater Joys than those that are below Bewitching Cyren with whose charming Song We are enticed to our ruine along Deluding Crocodile with whose false Bears We are led into a thousand busy Snares Tho' most real Evil but seeming good Because by few Men thou art understood Being like to the Bee whose honyed thigh Carryeth a painful Sting very nigh That thou Tarantula dost sting to death And causest Men to laugh away their Breath Thou Judas like dost kiss and then betray All those thou meetest in thy cos'ning way Yet fond and foolish Man will not beware Of thy deluding Gins and cursed Snare But will be deceiv'd by thy Chimick Gold Thou fool'st him young and damnest him when old On Wisedome WIsedome the gift of blessed Jehove Which keep'st us all in unity and love By which we learn to Steer our earthly Course And following thee right find no remorse All other Things being compar'd to thee Like Atomes to the Universe they be By thee we rightly know from whence we came Who swerveth from thee never wanteth blame By thee we know we shall forever live By thee we know God's read'ness to forgive Our Sins and Trespasses tho' ne'er so great If we do not them too often repeat And weary out his good Spirit of Grace Which in our hearts would fain have resting Place 'T is by this Wisdome rightly understood we come to learn and know our greatest good God's great Mercy reveal'd to flesh and blood For when all the Race of perverse Mankind Were instead of clear Seeing made stark Blind By wicked Adams rebellious Fall By which he forfeited his Life and all His present and future Happiness and bliss Which was prepared both for him and his It pleased the great and eternal Wise To visit the Earth as well as the Skies The Sun of Righteousness on all did rise Since God show'd so great Condescention Exceeding our Sense or Apprehension Let us not frustrate his blessed Intention But learn and obey his blest command Duty to practice as well as understand Duty and Happiness being the same Altho' understood by a diverse Name For would we attain to eternal Bliss Following Duty we shall never miss The Atheist on the Tolleration NOW we have certain hope by this late Liberty All Church-Men and Church-Goverment for to defie With all their odd paraphrasing Divines Which so often do harrass us with their pert Lines And with their thund'ring Anathama's from Pulpit Oh their impertinent Divinity dull Wit Who do think for to fright us with the foolish prate Of Heaven and