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The countrie mans comfort. Or Religious recreations fitte for all well disposed persons. Which was printed in the yeere of our Lord 1588. And since corrected, amended, and enlarged by the same author. I.R.
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Rhodes, John, minister of Enborne.
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their iollitie and say it is but vanitie Refraine the santasies deere friends aske mercy for your former sinnes Accompt this world to be but lent praise God and alwayes be content His benefits both great and small we must giue reckning for them all Our time is short right well we know and none is sure when he shall goe With speed then let 's prepare to die for sure this word is vanitie Death is the end of mortall life and death doth cease all worldly strife He bridles vp the brainsicke foole and doth dispute in fancies schoole Where dainty damsels he doth meet and laps them all in shrowding sheet All Adams amorous impes beside which decke them selues in pomp pride With vgly face most tufully he takes them from their vanity If I might moue the minde of man onely in heart to way and scan How I haue now in verse displaid nothing but truth in that is sayd Repentance sure with teares would call helpe Lord forgiue thy people all O guide our steps still with thy word deliuer us from euill good Lord Inflame our hartes with ioyes on hie so shall we hate all vanitie In this song we are put in mind of our fraile and weake estate and we are taught how to lull and bring asleepe our affections that we may goe to God To the tune of the 15. Psalme SIng lullaby as women doe wherewith they bring their babes to rest And lulaby can I sing too as womanly as can the best With lulaby the child they still with sugred songs they sing out shrill Such wanton babes God knowes have I that must be stild with lulaby First lulaby my youthfull yeares it is now time to goe to bed For crooked age and hoarie haires haue wonne the haven in my head With lulaby then youth be still with lulaby subdue thy will Sith courage quailes and comes behind goe sleepe and so beguile thy mind Next lulaby my wanton playes let reasons rule restraine thy thought Since that I finde by sundry wayes how deere thou hast thy sporting bought With lulaby take thou thine ease with lulaby thy dumps appease Blest is that wight which ere he die doth sing aright this lulaby Now lulaby my gasing eyes that wonted were to glance apace For every glasse may now suffice to shew the furrowes in my face With lulaby then winke a while with lulaby thy lookes beguile Let no faire face nor beauty bright entice thee vnto vaine delight And lulaby my body eke which once was clad in trim attire Warme furs to cloth thee now goe seeke in chayer keepe thee by the fire And lulaby let some man sing while thou to God doest make reckning Prepare thy selfe alwayes to dye forget not this my lulaby With lulably then bring asleepe dispaire which commeth by mistrust And Sathans doubts which faine would creep into our hearts that are but dust Put confidence in Gods mercy and euermore sing lulaby Commit thy selfe to Christ alone with him to ioy when life is gone Last lulaby in graue we make amidst the greedy wormes in clay Vntill that Christ accompt shall take of euery one at the last day Wherefore let vs sing lulaby till all his sinnes sleepe quietly And then to God make hast away in heauen with him to liue for aye The lamentable mone of a sorrowfull soule IN trouble thus I heard one cry Vpon his knees with weeping eye Saying O whither should I flie Where might I wish my selfe to be That God take no account of me For why my sinnes are growne so great That if I come to iudgement seat In vaine it is for to intreat A place therefore to hide me in I craue by reason of my sinne If in the heauens I seeke to be There must I needes be seene of thee In hell is no defence for me Thy presence fills each place I know In heauen aboue and earth below If I had wings at will to flie Beyond the seas that farthest lie Yet there thy hand and power is nie To bind and bring me backe againe In place where I should still remaine Thou doest possesse me every whit My heart my raines my head my wit My sinewes that my joynts doe knit Thou broughtst me from my mothers womb And thou shalt raise me from my tomb Thy passing power thy workes declare Thy threats shew what thy terrors are Thou seest all secrets every where My soule therefore that is in woe Alas then whether shall it goe As I was in this great distresse One spake and sayd to me doubtlesse Despaire not man through heavinesse For God delighteth not to see The death of sinners credit me By faith on these words I tooke hold And yet I durst not be too bold But tremblingly as one acold I prayd and gaue God thankes withall For comfort in such wo full thrall And thus I was received well As one releast from paines of hell My horror sure no tongue can tell Those pinching paines that I did feele Would surely breake an heart of steele A Christian promise then made I And vow'd a vow to God on hie That from henceforth continually His faithfull servant I will be Which to performe Christ strengthen me You sinners obstinate and ill That daily doe resist Gods will Giue eare now to my crying shrill Amend your liues while you haue space Or else you are in wofull case For our good King now let us pray The Lord preserue him night and day His counsell eke God keepe for aye This Realme good Lord saue and defend From euery foe to the worlds end A ditty declaring the fervent desire of a christian soule To the tune of O Lord of whom I doe depend SWeete Iesus who shall giue me wings of pure and perfect loue That I may mount from earthly things and rest with thee aboue For heere beneath I flie about in weake and weary case Like to the Doue that Noe sent out which found no resting place Euen thou O Iesus by thy power must giue me wings to flie Else shall I neuer know thy lure to stoope obediently Ne can I rise off from the fist of worldly pleasures vaine But stubbornely thy will resist to mine eternall paine My wearie wings sweete Iesus marke and grant me my request Put forth thy hand out of thine Arke and take me to thy rest For sure with thee are endlesse ioyes and no man there laments But here with vs are great annoyes whereof each one repents In heauen thy Saints doe sing to thee without all strife and feare But we on earth at variance be and subiect much to care Deggerly conceipts and base O toyes of deepe contempt From which sweet Iesus by thy grace my silly soule exempt For I have learn'd to loath those things wherein I did delight And unto thee the King of kings I come with all my might Craving a place with thy great host where I may sing alwayes To Father Sonne and holy Ghost all honour laud and praise
among us bee that have from slandrous tongue bin free Then to conclude seeth it is so that slandrous tongues all sorts will bite Let faith and patience be thy guide and let the Lord give them their right Till then pray thou to God with me to mend those tongues that slandrous be FINIS A song or ditty shewing the nature of the ambitious and what is true happinesse namely to live as that we may make a good end before death THe happy life in these our dayes That all doth seek both small and great Is who may gaine or win the prayse or who may sit in highest seat But in this life happ what happ shall the happy end exceedeth all A good beginning oft we see but seldome standeth at one stay For few doe like the meane degree then prayse at parting some men say To death seeth euery one is thrall the happy end exceedeth all To be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cressus in his life To haue the strength of Hercules which did subdue by force and strife What helpeth it when Death doth call the happy end exceedeth all The longer life that we desire the more offence doth daily grow The greater paine it doth require except the Lord some pitty shew Wherefore I thinke and euer shall the happy end exceedeth all The rich my well the poore releeue the rulers may redresse much wrong The learned can good counsell giue but marke the end of this my song Who shewes good fruites happy I call his happy end exceedeth all FINIS A song in dispraise of spight and enuie To the tune of Now leaue and let me rest VVHen spight hath spent his worst and malice wrought his will Then truth will trie the iust and sift the good from ill Though truth may hap be blamed by spight and spightfull parts Yet truth shall not be shamed for all their spightfull hearts For truth will trie it selfe at length with honest fame When that the spightfull elfe shall hide his head for shame Spight is a spightfull sin with falshood to preuaile A spightfull fained friend hath poyson in his tayle Spight spies out spightfull wayes a true man to deface And laughs when he decayes such is his spightfull grace Yet speake out spight and spare not to spend thy spight dispatch For all thy spight I care not nor for no spightfull wratch For when thy spight is spent and truth shall come in place Then shame thy selfe shall shent and shew thy shamefull face For truth shall still prevaile in spight of spights ill minde Though spight spightfull rayles as curres that bite behinde God sendes them all mis-chance that spends such spightfull drosse With falshood to advance themselues with others losse For spight I little care let spight spie out his worst And make of spight no spare for in truth will I trust Sith truth did never faile at length for his defence Against wrong to prevaile for all his false pretence Vse falshood they that list in earnest or in gaine A false man never mist for falshood â—o haue shame A sorrowfull song or sonnet wherin is lamented our miserable estate in this life hunting after vanity To the tune of Labandalashot TO view the state of mans vnrest I muse oft times in mournfull brest What causeth him by sundry wayes to seeke for worldly pelfe and praise What hope what helpe what tried trust what ioy or stay in things vniust What sureance haue we here to bide we come and goe as doth the tide And yet we take felicitie to loue this worldly vanitie How many mischiefes may befall vpon thy head O man mortall When thou in ioy and iollitie doest little thinke of miserie Great heapes of heavie harmefull haps doth lucklesly light in our laps The snatching snare of death is spread and man on so daine is strooke dead Yea tract of time doth plainly try this world to be but vanitie O wicked Diues man of mold that hadst all pleasures twentie fold Th' abuse thereof doth record beare that thou wouldst not impart nor spare One farthing to the fatherlesse nor needie neighbors in distresse Can riches bring thee backe againe out of this place of plunging paine Where thou in woefull waues must lie bereft of worldly vanitie My mind is much dismayd to see both high and low of each degree How cunningly their parts they play as though this world should last for aye The king in higher place would sit the subiect thinkes himselfe most fit To rule and raigne in regall state that in the sight of small and great He may be seene to sit on hie amidst this worldly vanitie All good advise and counsell graue which we in memory should haue Is cast into oblivion and cleane forgot of eueryman Examples rare of Gods iudgement will not procure vs to repent His benefits we doe abuse his sacred word we doe refuse His mercies powred plenteously we doe reiect for vanitie Such lawlesse Lawyers some there be that plea des on both sides as wee see For many makes the matter sure and maister Mendax will procure That you shall be dispatcht with speed if you can helpe him at his need These prating parasites God knowes which in the silly sheepe-skin goes Deceiueth men by flatterie and all for worldly vanitie Prepend the life of merchants eke how ventrously at sea they seeke For their advantage many miles and then with sundry worldly wiles The simple sort they doe deceiue and so the web of sin thy weaue For that with othes and count'nance made the country people they perswade All ware is good of honestie when it is worse then vanitie If we would thinke vpon our state and in our selues be at debate A remedie there might be found to beat our sinnes vnto the ground But we in wantonnesse doe spend our life and liuings to the end And hauocke makes such wast and spoyle that Lazers poore doe starue the while Instead of hospitalitie is Bacchus bankets of gluttonie Could swinish Sodom liue more ill and be so bent to wanton will Or could Gommorra truly say that we liue not so ill as they If we be iudge our selues herein yet must we looke to sinke for sinne Our carelesse life calls to the Lord for vengeance great of fire and sword We haue no care to liue godly but to delight in vanitie From friends to flatterers we come from God to godlesnesse we runne Of whoredome now is nothing made and drunkennnsse is no ill trade We iest it out when we defame our neighbours nothing worthy blame Vpon suspect reuenge we will what so we doe it is not ill To beare false witnesse wrongfully some are content for vanitie Of sacred scriptures we will none for we can read the same at home Of ministers we haue no care we doe deride them here and there We loathe their learned exhortations which should be for our owne saluations Such like reprochfull words some vse Gods messengers for to abuse For they reprooue