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Verses made by the honourable Lord Arundel of Warder
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Arundell of Wardour, Henry Arundell, Baron, 1606?-1694
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1679
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Wing A3676; ESTC R170369
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VERSES made by the Honourable Lord Arundel of Warder Persecution no loss WHat can we lose for him when all we have Are but the Bounties which his favour gave And which when Sufferings force us to restore God only takes them but to give us more And by a happy change doth kinder prove He takes our Fortune but he gives his Love How vainly should that Begger chide his Fate That quits his Dunghil for a Chair of State So fares it with Us when God doth displace The Gifts of Fortunes for the Gifts of Grace God did on sufferings set so high esteem He that was chose the lost World to Redeem And when his Love and Nature were at strise He valued more his Sufferings than his Life And shall Opinion have more power to move Then his Examples Doctrine or his Love Love makes Afflictions easie to complain Lessens our Merit and augments our Pain Let 's humbly then submit to his Design And give that freely that we most resign So shall our Losses prove the best increase Of future Glory and of present Peace Which grant for thy Passion God chastiseth those he loves IF then the earnest of thy Favours be Afflictions good God let them light on me I Glory more in such a kind distress Then in all Comforts where thy Love is less And by my Misery I will make it known In spight of all the world how much I 'm thy own No fruitful showers shall by the thrifty plant Be kindlier entertain'd then scorn and want Or loss of Honour Fortune or Delight Shall be by me that which once did fright And fil'd my troubled mind with care and grief Shall be my future Honour and Relief I never more will court a smiling Fate Since he 's so happy that is desolate Afflictions shall be easie for they come Like friendly showers to drive us sooner home Then by thy love such charms are in them found To cure the Heart which they intend to wound Such strange Effects doth Grace in us produce As change as well their Nature as their Use Considerations before the Crucifix WHen I behold thee on that fatal Tree Sweet Jesus suffering and it is for 〈◊〉 When I consider in that purple floud My Sins rub'd out but with thy Life and Blâ—â—â— When I reflect how dear my Soul hath cosâ— I 'm mov'd to wish it rather had been lost For how can that life please that doth destrâ—â— The life of him of whom we life enjoy And to wish thou hadst not suffer'd so Were to reproach thy Love and Wisdom too And if we joy in what thy Death hath brouâ—â—â— We must allow the Pains by which 't was wrouâ—â—â— So that our Joy and Grief united lie Nature's life is to have her Maker die It is thy Will dear Lord must be obey'd And in that Duty both those Debts are paid O let my Soul in a due measure find A Joy becoming a mourning mind A true Joy in thy Will even whilst it made Sun shine in Nature by thy God-head shadâ— A grief to see the Torments Sin did merit A Man deserv'd God should himself inherit That so divided 'twixt thy Pain and Will I may Rejoyce and Joy and yet grieve stiâ—â— Adoring the Triumph of thy great Love That weeping here we may rejoyce above Vpon the Pains of Hell O Restless Groans O sloathful Tears O vain Desires of fruitless Tears One timely Sigh had eas'd that Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Pennance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once hath fixt his Doom Prevent then timely by thy care That endless Pennance of Despair And weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn Gods Blessing into Love If by the virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake