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A67822	The idea of Christian love being a translation, at the instance of Mr. Waller, of a Latin sermon upon John xiii, 34, 35, preach'd by Mr. Edward Young ... ; with a large paraphrase on Mr. Waller's poem Of divine love ; to which are added some copies of verses from that excellent poetess Mrs. Wharton, with others to her.	Young, Edward, 1641 or 2-1705.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. Of divine love.; Wharton, Anne, 1632?-1685. Poems. Selections.	1688 (1688)	Wing Y61; ESTC R14445	29,505	144

the Earthly Dreggs away Which would ferment within Making us eager with tumult'ous Sin Which brings our fretting Bodies to decay Debauches more destructive far Than livid Plague or bloody War In every Nation sway Tho Hercules might Monsters quell And the Augoean Stables clean From horrid Filth and Beasts obscene His Labours were much more confin'd Than Love's whose Task is all Mankind The Place less foul Monsters less fell Than what Love cleanses and subdues in Humane Mind Mr. Waller Impendent Death and Guilt that threatens Hell Are dreadful Guests which here with Mortals dwell And a vext Conscience mingling with their Joy Thoughts of Dispair do's their whole Life annoy But Love appearing all those Terrors fly We live contented and contented dye They in whose Breast this Sacred Love has place Death as a Passage to their Joy embrace Paraph. XXVI When the first Clouds o're Human Mind were spread And Vapours from the Earth press't Love Divine Which kept with Innocence a constant shine Man's humble Confidence and Courage fled Darkness and Terror seiz'd his Soul He felt within a gnawing Pain An Omen and an Earnest too Of Death and that ensuing Woe In which he must for ever rowl If Love resign him to a worse controul Leaving his rav'nous Lusts to raign Yet all the Anguish and Dispair Which here the Wretches Entrails tear But a faint prospect show Of what for him hereafter must remain All other Comforts do with Love retire 'T is that which keeps our Spirits up And sweetens the most bitter Cup And did not Grace renew its Fire After Man's Fall all Travellers Below would tire Nor can they mount Above But on the Wings of Love That do's with Comforts here supply And carry's us to Heaven when we dye Whither we oft before in Flames of Love did fly Mr. Waller Clouds and thick Vapours which obscure the Day The Sun 's Victor'ous Beams may chase away Those which our Life corrupt and darken Love The Nobler Star must from the Soul remove Spots are observ'd in that which bounds the Year This brighter Sun moves in a boundless Sphere Of Heav'n the Joy the Glory and the Light Shines among Angels and admits no Night Paraph. XXVII As the Sun Vapours Love do's us exhale Do's by Degrees refine And make us all Divine Melting away what e're was frail That which at first was cloud And did the Lightsome Body shroud Will turn into that active Orb Which never leaves its course till it the whole absorb Whatever Spots may in that Sun appear Which guides the Day and bounds the Year The Sun of Love in Heav'n its Sphere Is with unblemish'd Lustre bright It here but a weak Twilight keeps And Day through Cloudy Curtains peeps What thought can reach those Raptures of Delight Which do those blessed Souls await Who freed from every Earthly weight And all the Seeds of dull Mortality In an Eternal Sunshine lye Under great Love's transforming Eye Which works their Bodies to a Spirit'al Frame And guilds them over with that Flame Which do's th' Angelique Host array That Joy that Glory that perpetual Day Of which an adequate Ideae were Ev'n Heav'n it self Below Do's from the Beatifick Vision flow Of Everlasting Love smiling from 's Starry Chair Mr. Waller This Iron Age so fradulent and bold Touch'd with this Love would be an Age of Gold Not as they faign'd that Oaks should Honey drop Or Land neglected bear an unsown Crop. Paraph. XXVIII This Iron Age the very Dross of Time Love would with alterative touch sublime And bring again the Golden Prime Not such as lazy Poets idly feign In Phlegmatick Old Saturn's Raign While Nature prodigal o' th' beaut'ous store Requir'd no Courtship to unlock her Heart But like a Prostitute and easy Whore Did to each Comer all her Wealth impart But tho Dame Nature's more reserv'd and coy And looks for Labour and the utmost Care Of them who would her Favours share And many after all cannot the least enjoy Love which diffus'd is Charity Would all Mankind supply While he who did successful prove And here Success is all Be'ing taught Humanity by God-like Love Would think himself bound to divide To them whose Needs did call As much as to prevent his own Child's fall A Plank cast out to sinking Men Bore down ill Fortune's unresisted Tide With a rich Lading do's return agen What solid Joy what sober Pride From a good Act effective springs Nor Field nor Traffick such Improvement brings A charitable Man 's a God Below And with his raised Head do's touch the Sky While others turn'd to Beasts of Prey Upon the Ground in wait for Mischief lye Nor Pleasures more exalted know Than what a Wolf enjoys tearing a bleating Stray Mr. Waller Love would make all things easy safe and cheap None for himself would either Sow of Reap Our ready Help and Mutual Love would yeild A nobler Harvest than the richest Feild Famine and Dearth confin'd to certain parts Extended are by barrenness of Hearts Some pine for Want where others Surfeit now But then we should the use of Plenty know Love would betwixt the Rich and Needy stand And spread Heav'ns Bounty with an equal Hand At once the Givers and Receivers bless Encrease their Joy and make their Suff'rings less Paraph. XXIX 'T was want of Love which first gave price to Gold When they to whom kind Heav'n did lend More than their Families could spend And of the Overplus its Steward 's made The Sacred Trust betray'd And what they should distribute basely sold. This put the Scepter into Fortune's Hand And she who was despis'd before By Man's consent a Crown Imperi'al wore With Life and Death put under her Command Her Frown gave Ruin to whole Families Without her Favour none could rise While Men might takeout of the common Store And no Man treasur'd for himself alone Nor ought beyond his Needs esteem'd his own None were unfortunate or poor Nature is bountiful Man is not so But when her flatt'ning Streams would flow Enriching all the Plains below Men with their Damns divert her Course And into narrow Bounds diffusive Nature force XXX All things would easy be and cheap Did Love the Key of the great Store-house keep If here the Earth deceive the Lab'rers Toil Another meets with more returning Soil Famine and Dearth never from Nature came She always gave enough for all If to engrossing Hands it fall 'T is not the barren Land but barren Heart Which ought to bear the blame The Heart where Love did never shine Or one compassio'nating Ray impart Love would not suffer some for Want to pine While others Surfeit with excess And turn into a Curse what was ordain'd to bless Love like a Fav'rite Minister of Heav'n That ne're to execute its Wrath was sent But many 'a threatning Vial did prevent With Pow'r Divine of Blessing giv'n Betwixt the Scramblers of the Earth would stand And spread its Riches with an equal Hand He whose

that mask of Friendship does entice Sin in Self-Love thus propagates the Sin Hence was a nobler Rule justly brought in How to love others ask not Flesh and Blood Too often leading you from what is good But let Christ's Love to you your Pattern be Contemplate that for Manner and Degree Let your Affections in that order lye By that the Errors mend Defects supply See what Christ's Love to us does recommend The Choice he made the Measure and the End. Choice did I say 't was rather without Choice In that both High and Low All may rejoice Tho weak and indigent ungrateful too He lov'd nor doubt my Soul but he lov'd you Ye love O Men but with a Love so nice Unjust or cunning that your Love 's a Vice. Ye seek the Great the Rich the apt to lend The chearful courteous and facetious Friend On these the Offices of Love ye spend Advantages ye with each other shift And that is made a Trade which should be Gift Pleasure or Profit at the bottom lye Without that Sauce your Appetites soon dye Can this a Vertue be or Duty thought Or th' imitation of what Christ has taught Th'innate Propensions while they thus do flow Meer Artifice and Baits for Pleasure grow Under Christ's Banner they that would be found Him always for their Pattern must propound He lov'd the poor and destitute of Aid Their want the only Obligation laid Those who nor sought nor merited he lov'd The motive to their Cure th●ir Sickness prov'd Those who resisted the blest Aid he brought Tho strugling in his saving Arms he caught No other Charms or Shadows of Delight Did his warm Love to Human Race invite This Christian should thy sole inducement be That Love 's thy Duty as thy Head lov'd thee This Reason will to all Mankind extend But if for grounds you cautiously suspend For causes which Reason and Fancy weigh Faction to Sides Lightness to new will sway And thus for Love you take its meer disguise You labour for the Shadow of a Prize Our Lord lov'd with an equal constant Mind No Age shall see his Love from his disjoin'd But what is yours which wavers with the wind Whom now into your greedy Arms you take The subject of your Raill'ry soon you make One for a Friend you out of Conscience chuse This in regard to Glory you refuse You envy this Man's good this Man's consult Here at a loss you grieve there you insult To one you give another's Fame you take That Man you free a Snare for others make What means this double Dealing double Heart As much as may be Sir act the same part Be but one Man either be wholly wise Or wholly Wisdom's sacred Lore despise If as delightful 't is to play the Fool As glorious to improve in Wisdom's School If you 'd have praise act always by one Rule St. Peter when he would an Abstract show O' th' Life of Love incarnate while below Says his whole business lay in doing good The bound the end of Love's thus understood They 've felt no spark of this Celestial Fire Who in their Love but gratify desire Who trafficks with Affections sells good turns Little the end of Sacred Love discerns That doing good its sole reward obtains And this endears to us our Saviour's pains Who gave himself to his of his free Grace No Caution no Reserve with him had place He lov'd through Midnight watchings wasting Toil Loss of Life's Comforts and ev'n Life's despoil To thee O Christian Death Life Damage Gain Leasure Turmoils Disgrace Fame Quiet Pain Are all to be past by without regard When you 're from doing good by either barr'd Does this seem difficult 'T will less appear If you consider what 's the Fruit 't will bear Than Fame more fair than Peace more void of Strife Than Gain more gainful Life has less of Life And with this Thought support your sinking Mind That he 'll in 's Trade sufficient profit find Who has for Temporal Loss Eternal Goods consign'd But what in Love does so much pains require Does the ignoble part draw forth desire That which our Eyes discern and Fingers feel Must this be cultivated with such Zeal This can't deserve all that is squandred thus The Soul 't is evident is all of us These Offices he wofully mispends Who ought beyond the Soul in Love intends Does it in meeting talking laughing lye This they may do who ne'r its force did try Is 't the same Studies Counsels Joys t' approve Ill Men do this yet who can say they love Is 't liberally to give of Fortun 's store Their Love 's as rich who beg from door to door What 's all Men's duty they at home may view Souls are Love's Subjects and its Objects too To guide the Deiform immortal Souls Whose sinful Wandrings Satan here controuls This is a work which truly Love becomes The best Account of our entrusted Sums Christ who twice sent the Crowd well fed away With Bread of Life feasted their Souls each day Shewing by an Example disesteem'd That those should the least benefits be deem'd Which turn to Fat to Wealth or pompous Train Vain in themselves in their Effects as vain Those are the noblest instances of Love Which cure Affections Men's minds improve They cannot love I 'le own who'r giv'n to spare For 't is attended with the Body's care Nor can the Wicked who neglect the Mind Their cost on Bodies they will useless find The Gift is lost which ha'nt good counsel join'd True Love and Probity are always Twins Neither alone encreases or begins Leave loving and your Probity is gone Leave Probity and what is Love alone In proper Offices how can it shoot Which thus lies wither'd at the very Root The bad t' each other Pleasures may endear Chearful and entertaining they appear But soon the Sky is clouded now so clear In Love ill-founded and maintain'd with Sin Soon Weariness and then Contempt begin True Love 's more permanent a Ray Divine Shot down from Heav'n moves thither there shall shine Thither delights to lead the happy Friend Afraid of all things that to ill may tend Each Day improves the Solace of this Love An Incoation of the State Above O happy end of Love worthy our pains When thus Inhabitants for Heav'n it gains But Art is needful here as well as Will If we 'd the Laws of Christian Love fulfil When Christ to draw Men to this Love did seek Come learn of me he says for I am meek Meekness the gentlest Art sweetest of Charms All Pow'r t' oppose insensibly disarms Ill Vessels make most gen'rous Wines decay And good turns lose their value by their way The manner of the doing gives the taste A Gift giv'n sourly but runs out to waste Who without Temper the best Counsel give But irritate those they 'd from ill retrieve If Pride or Sharpness thus the Office blend Who can expect to see a better end If therefore well