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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02769	The synagogue, or, The shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633. Temple.	1640 (1640)	STC 12898; ESTC S103894	10,698	37

then afresh Else my soule dyes famisht and starv'd with flesh A Paradox THe worse the better Welcome my health this sicknesse makes me well Medicines adiew When with diseases I have list to dwell I 'll wish for you Welcome my strength this weakenesse makes me abl● Powers adiew When I am weary grown of standing stable I 'le wish for you Welcome my wealth this losse hath gain'd me more Richesadiew When I again grow greedy to be poore I 'le wish for you Welcome my credit this disgrace is glory Honours adiew When for renown and fame I shall be sorry I 'le wish for you Welcome content this sorrow is my joy Pleasures adiew When I desire such griefes as may annoy I 'le wish for you Health strength and riches credit and content Are spared best sometimes when they are spent Sicknesse and weaknesse losse disgrace and sorrow Lend most sometimes when they seeme most to borrow Blest be that hand that helps by hurting gives By taking by forsaking me relieves If in my fall my rising be thy will Lord I will say the wors the better still I 'le speak the Paradox maintaine thou it And let thy grace supply my want of wit Leave me no learning that a man may see So I may be a scholar unto thee Inmates A House I had a heart I mean so wide And full of spatious roomes on every side That viewing it I thought I might doe well Rather then keep it voide and make no gaine Of what I could not use to entertaine Such guests as came I did But what besell Me quickly in that course I sigh to tell A guest I had alas I have her still A great big bellyed guest enough to fill The vast content of hell Corruption By entertaining her I lost my right To more then all the world hath now in sight Each day each houre almost she brought forth one Or other base begot Transgression The charge grew great I that had lost before All that I had was forced now to score For all the charges of their maintenance In doomes-day book who ever knew 't would say The least summe there was more then I could pay When first 't was due beside continuance Which could not choose but much the debt enhance To ease me first I wisht her to remove But she would not I sued her then above And begg'd the Court of heaven but in vaine To cast her out No I could not evade The bargaine which she pleaded I had made That whilest both lived I should entertaine At mine own charge both her and all her traine No helpe then but or I must die or she And yet my death of no availe would be For one death I had died already then When first she liv'd in me and now to die Another death againe were but to tye And twist them both into a third which when It once hath seixed on never looseth men Her death might be my life but her to kill I of my selfe had neither power nor will So desperate was my case Whil'st I delayd My guest still teem'd my debts still greater grew The lesse I had to pay the more was due The more I knew the more I was affraid The more I mus'd the more I was dismaid At last I learnt there was no way but one A friend must doe it for me He alone That is the Lord of life by dying can Save men from death and kill Corruption And many yeers agoe the deed was done His heart was piere'd out of his side there ran Sinnes corrasives restoratives for man This precious balme I begg'd for pities sake At Mercies gate where Faith alone may take What Grace and Truth doe offer liberally Bountie said Come I heard it and beleeved None ever there complain'd but was relieved Hope waiting upon Faith said instantly That henceforth I should live Corruption dye I 'd so she dy'd I live But yet alas ●e are not parted She is where she was Cleaves fast unto me still looks through mine eies ●peaks in my tongue and muses in my minde ●orks with my hands her body 's left behinde Although her soule be gone My miseries All flow from hence from hence my woes arise Ioath my selfe because I leave her not Yet cannot leave her No she is my lot Now being dead that living was my choice And still though dead she both conceives and beares Many faults daily and as many feares All which for vengeance call with a loud voice And drown my comforts with their deadly noise Dead bodies kept unburied quickly stink And putrifie how can I then but think Corruption noysome even mortify'd Though such she were before yet such to me She seemed not Kind fooles can never see Or will not credit untill they have try'd That friendly lookes oft false intents doe hide But mortified Corruption lyes unmaskt Blabs her own secret filthynesse unaskt To all that understand her That doe none In whom she lives embraced with delight She first of all deprives them of their sight Then dote they on her as upon their owne And she to them seems beautifull alone But woe is me one part of me is dead The other lives Yet that which lives is led Or rather carry'd captive unto sinne By the dead part I am a living grave And a dead body I within me have The worse part of the better oft doth win And when I should have ended I begin The sent would choak me were it not that grace Sometimes vouchsafeth to perfume the place With odors of the spirit which doe ease me And counterpoise Corruption Blessed spirit Although eternall torments be my merit And of my self Transgressions onely please me Adde grace enough being reviv'd to raise me Challenge thine own Let not intruders hold Against thy right what to my wrong I sold Having no state my selfe but tenancy And tenancy at will what could I grant That is not voided if thou say avaunt O speak the word and make these inmates flee Or which is one take me to dwell with thee The Curbe PEace rebell Thought do'st thou not know thy King My God is here Cannot his presence if no other thing Make thee forbeare Or were he absent all the standers by Are but his spyes And well he knows if thou should'st it deny Thy words were lyes If others will not yet I must and will My selfe complaine My God even now a base rebellious thought Began to move And subt'ly twining with me would have wrought Me from thy love Faine he would have me to believe that sinne And thou might both Take up my heart together for your Inne And neither loth The others company a while sit still And part againe Tell me my God how this may be redrest The fault is great And I the guilty party have confest I must be beat And I refuse not punishment for this Though to my paine So I may learne to doe no more amisse Nor sinne againe Correct me if thou wilt but teach

actions and doth blast The comfort of them when in them God sees Nothing but outsides of formalities In earnest be religious trifle not And rather for Gods sake then for thine own Thou hast rob'd him unlesse that he have got By giving if his glory be not grown Together with thy good Who seeketh more Himself then God would make his roofe his floore Next to sinceritieremember still Thou must resolve upon Integritie God will have all thou hast thy minde thy will Thy thoughts thy words thy works A nullitie It proves when God that should have all doth finde That there is any one thing left behinde And having given him all thou must receive All that he gives Meete his commandement Resolvethat thine obedience must notleave Vntillit reach unto the same extent For all his precepts are of equall strength And measure thy performance to the length Then call to minde that Constancy must knit Thine undertakings and thine actions fast He that sets forth towards Heaven and doth sit Down by the way will be found short at last Be constant to the end and thou shalt have An heavenly garland though an earthly grave But he that would be constant must not take Religion up by fits and starts alone But his continuall practise must it make His course must be from end to end but one Bones often broken and knit up againe Loose of their length though in their strength they gaine Lastly remember that Humilitie Must solidate and keep all close together What pride puffes up with vaine futilitie Lyes open and expos'd to all ill weather An empty bubble may faire colours carry But blow upon it and it will not tarry Prize not thine own too high nor under-rate Anothers worth but deale indifferently View the defects of thy spirituall state And others graces with impartiall eye The more thou deemest of thy selfe the lesse Esteeme of thee will all men else expresse Contract thy lesson now and this is just The summe of all He that desires to see The face of God in his religion must Sincere entire constant and humble be If thus resolved feare not to proceed Else the more haste thou mak'st the worse thou'lt speed Invitation TVrn in my Lord turn in to mee My heart 's an homely place But thou canst make corruption flee And fill it with thy grace So furnished it will be brave And a rich dwelling thou shalt have It was thy lodging once before It builded was by thee But I to sinne set ope the doore It rendred was by mee And so thy building once defac'd And in thy roome another plac'd But he usurps the right is thine Oh dispossesse him Lord Doe thou but say this heart is mine He 's gone at the first word Thy word 's thy will thy will's thy power Thy time is alwaies now 's mine hower Now say to sinne depart And sonne give me thine heart Thou that by saying let it be didst make it Canst if thou wilt by saying give 't me take it Comfort in extremitie ALas my Lord is going Oh my woe It will be mine undoing If he goe I 'le runne and overtake him If he stay I 'le cry aloud and make him Look this way Oh stay my Lord my love 't is I Comfort me quickly or I dye Cheere up thy drooping spirits I am here My all-sufficient merits Shall appeare Before the throne of glory In thy stead I 'le put into thy story What I did List up thine eyes sad soule and see Thy Saviour here Loe I am he Alas shall I present My sinfulnesse To thee Thou wilt resent The loathsomnesse Be not afraid I 'le take Thy sinnes on me And all my favour make To shine on thee Lord what thou'lt have me thou must make me As I have made thee now I take thee Resolution and assurance LOrd thou wilt love me Wilt thou not Beshrew that not It was my sinne begot That question first Yes Lord thou wilt Thy bloud was spilt To wash away my guilt Lord I will love thee Shall I not Beshrew that not 'T was deaths accursed plot To put that question Yes I will Lord love thee still In spite of all my ill Then life and love continue still We shall and will My Lord and I untill In his celestiall hill We love our fill When he hath purged all my ill The Nativitie VNfold thy face unmaske thy ray Shine forth bright Sunne double the day Let no malignant misty fume Nor foggy vapour once presume To interpose thy perfect sight This day which makes us love thy light For ever better that we could That blessed object once behold Which is both the circumference And center of all excellence Or rather neither but a treasure Vnconfined without measure Whose center and circumference Including all preheminence Excluding nothing but defect And infinite in each respect Is equally both here and there And now and then and every where And alwaies one himselfe the same A beeing farre above a name Draw neerthen and freely poure Forth all thy light into that houre Which was crowned with his birth And made heaven envy earth Let not his birth-day clouded be By whom thou shinest and we see Vows broken and rewarded SAid I not so that I would sinne no more Witnesse my God I did Yet I am runne againe upon the score My faults cannot be hid What shall I doe Make vows and break them still 'T will be but labour lost My good cannot prevaile against mine ill The businesse will be crost Oh! say not so thou canst not tell what strength Thy God may give thee at the length Renew thy vowes and if thou keep the last Thy God will pardon all that 's past may Vow whil'st thou canst whil'st thou canst vow tho● may●● Perhaps performe it when thou thinkest least Thy God hath not deny'd thee all Whilest he permits thee but to call Call to thy God for grace to keep Thy vowes and if thou break them weep Weep for thy broken vowes and vow againe Vowes made with tears cannot bee still in vaine Then once againe I vow to mend my wayes Lord say Amen And thine be all the praise Confusion OH how my minde is gravel'd not a thought That I can finde but 's ravel'd all to nought Short ends of threds and narrow shreds of lists Knots snarled ruffes loose broken tufts of twists Are my torne meditations ragged clothing Which wound and woven shape a suit for nothing One while I think and then I am in paine To think how to unthink that thought againe How can my soule but famish with this food Pleasures full bowle tastes rammish taints the blood Profit picks bones and chewes on stones that choak Honour climbes hils fats not but fils with smoak And whilst my thoughts are greedy upon these They passe by pearles and stoop to pick up pease Such wash and draffe is fit for none but swine And such I am not Lord if I am thine Cloth me anew and feed me

me then What I shall doe Lord of my life me thinks I heare thee say That labour 's eas'd The fault that is confest is done away And thou art pleas'd How can I sinne againe and wrong thee then That do'st relent And cease thine anger straight as soon as men Doe but repent No rebell Thought for if thou move againe I 'le tell thee too The Losse THe match is made between my love and me And therefore glad and merry now I 'le be Come Glorie crowne my head and pleasures drowne my bed of thornes in downe Sorrow be gone delight and joy alone befit my honey moone Be packing now you comb'rous Cares and Feares Mirth will allow no roome to sighs and teares Whilst thus I lay as ravisht with delight I heard one say so fooles their friends requite I knew the voyce my Lords and at the noise his words did make arose I lookt and spied each where and lowdly cry'd my deare but none reply'd Then to my griefe I found my love was gone Without reliefe leaving me all alone The Search WHither oh whither is my Lord departed What can my Love that is so tender hearted Forsake the soule which once he thorow darted As though it never smarted No sure my Love is here if I could finde him He that fils all can leave no place behinde him But oh my sences are too weak to winde him Or else I doe not minde him Oh! no I mind him not so as I ought Nor seek him so as I by him was sought When I had lost my selfe he dearely bought Me that was sould for nought But I have wounded him that made me sound Lost him againe by whom I first was found Him that exalted me have cast to th' ground My sinnes his bloud have drown'd Tell me oh tell me thou alone canst tell Lord of my life where thou art gone to dwell For in thy absence heaven it selfe is hell Without thee none is well Or if thou beest not gone but onely hidest Thy presence in the place where thou abidest Teach me the sacred art which thou providest For all them whom thou guidest To seek and finde thee by Else here I 'le lye Vntill thou finde me If thou let me dye That onely unto thee for life doe cry Thou dyest as well as I. For if thou live in me and I in thee Then either both alive or dead mu●t be At least I 'le lay my death on thee and see If thou wilt not agree For though thou be the judge thy selfe I have Thy promise for it which thou canst not wave That who salvation at thy hands doe crave Thou wilt not faile to save Oh! seek and finde me then or else deny Thy truth thy selfe Oh! thou that canst not lye Shew thy selfe constant to thy word draw nigh Finde me Loe here Ilye The Returne LOe now my love appeares My teares Have clear'd mine eyes I see 'T is he Thanks blessed Lord thine absence was my hell And now thou art returned I am well By this I see I must Not trust My joyes unto my selfe This shelfe Of too secure and presumptuous pleasure Had almost sunke my ship and drown'd my treasure Who would have thought a joy So coy To be offended so And go So suddenly away as though enjoying Full pleasure and contentment were annoying Hereafter I had need Take heed Joyes amongst other things Have wings And watch their opportunities of flight Converting in a moment day to night But is't enough for me To be Instructed to be wise I 'le rise And reade a lecture unto them that are Willing to learn how comfort dwels with care He that his joyes would keept Must weepe And in the brine of teares And feares Must pickle them That powder will preserve Faith with repentance is the soules conserve Learne to make much of care A rare And precious balsome 't is For blisse Which oft resides where mirth with sorrow meets Heavenly joyes on earth are bitter-sweets The Circumcision SOorrow betide my sinnes Must smart so soon Seaze on my Saviours tender flesh scarce grown Vnto an eight dayes age Can nothing else asswage The wrath of heaven but his infant blood Innocent infant infinitely good Is this thy welcome to the world great God No sooner born but subject to the rod Of sinne incensed wrath Alas what pleasure hath Thy Fathers justice to begin thy passion Almost together with thine incarnation Is it to antidate thy death Indite Thy condemnation himselfe and write The coppie with thy bloud Since nothing is so good Cr●s't by this experiment to try Whether thou beest borne mortall and canst dye If man must needs draw blood of God yet why Stayes he not till thy time be come to die Didst thou thus early bleed For us to shew what need We have to hasten unto thee as fast And learne that all the time is lost that 's past 'T is true we should doe so Yet in this blood Ther 's something else that must be understood It seales thy covenant That so we may not want Witnesse enough against thee that thou art Made subject to the law to act our part The Sacrament of thy regeneration It cannot be It gives no intimation Of what thou wert but we Native impuritie Originall corruption was not thine But onely as thy righteousnesse is mine In holy Baptisme this is brought to mee As that in Circumcision was to thee And so thy losse and paine Did prove my joy and goine Thy Circumcision writ thy death in blood Baptisme in water seales my livelyhood Oh blessed change yet rightly understood That blood was water and this water's blood What shall I give againe To recompence thy paine Lord take revenge upon me for this smart To quit thy fore-skin circumcise my heart Inundations WE talke of Noahs flood as of a wonder And so we may The Scrptures say The waters did prevaile the hils were under And nothing could be seen but sea And yet there are two other sloods surpasse That flood as farre As heaven one starre Which many men regard as little as The ordinariest things that are The one is sinne the other is salvation And we must need Confesse indeed That either of them is an inundation That doth the deluge farre exceed In Noahs food he and his houshold liv'd And there abode A whole Ark-load Of other creatures that were then repriev'd All safely on the waters rode But when sinne came it overflowed all And left none free Nay even he That knew no sinne could not release my thrall But that he was made sinne for me And when salvation came my Saviours blood Drown'd sinne againe With all its traine Of evils overflowing them with good With good that ever shall remaine Oh! let there be one other inundation Let grace overflow In my soule so That thankfulnesse may levell with salvation And sorrow sinne may overgrow Then will I praise my Lord and Saviour so That Angels shall Admire mans fall When they shall see Gods greatest glory grow Where Satan thought to root out all Sinne SInne I would faine define thee but thou art An uncouth thing All that I bring To shew thee fully shews thee but in part I call thee the transgression of the law And yet I read That sinne is dead Without the law and thence it strength doth draw I say thou art the sting of death 'T is true And yet I finde Death comes behinde The work is done before the pay be due I say thou art the devils work Yet hee Should much rather Call thee father For he had been no devill but for thee What shall I call thee then If death and devill Right understood Be names too good I 'le say thou art the quintessence of evill Travels at home OFt have I wisht a traveller to be Mine eyes did even itch the sights to see That I had heard and read of Oft I have Been greedy of occasion as the grave That never sayes enough yet still was crost When oportunities had promis'd most At last I said What meanst thou wandring else To straggle thus Goe travell first thy selfe Thy little world can shew thee wonders great The greater may have more but not more neat And curious pieces Search and thou shalt finde Enough to talk of If thou wilt thy minde Europe supplies and Asia thy will And Africk thine affections And if still Thou list to travell further put thy sences For both the Indies Make no more pretences Of new discoveries whilst yet thine own And neerest little world is still unknown Away then with thy quadrants compasses Globes tables cards and mappes and minute glasses Lay by thy journals and thy diaries Close up thine annalls and thy histories Studie thy selfe and reade what thou hast writ In thine own book thy conscience Is it fit To labour after other knowledge so And thine own neerest dearest selfe not know Travels abroad both deare and dangerous are Whil'st oft the soule payes for the bodies fare Travels at home are cheape and safe Salvation Comes mounted on the wings of meditation He that doth live at home and learns to know God and himselfe needeth no further goe FINIS