which no order know Drones knaves and fools for Church-preferment look Those fish and catch it with a silver hook Such Workmen in Christs Vineyard will I fear More shame the work than help good labourers there The Priesthood is a holy Sacred thing Deriv'd from Christ both Prophet Priest and King This pearl is fit for Merchants that can tell The use thereof and know the value well Let not this rich and precious oyle be shed Or pour'd on any but wise Aaron's head The wise men came with reverence to Christs stable But fools will come without it to his table Those must have perfect eyes that guide the blind Who sin corrects should have the purest mind Those must have skill in Musick that can sing One of the Songs of Sioâ— to the King Christ once had need but cannot now abide Unto the Temple on an Ass to ride God doth inflame his Priests with Sacred fire And them he doth with different gifts inspire Some wound some heal our sores some weep some sing Some thunder Judgements some glad-tydings bring No Souldier will prepare himself to fight Unless the Warlick Trumpet soundeth right Then Prelate be not rasht ' impose thy hand The Holy Ghost is not at thy command The Merciful Samaritane NO balm from Gilead no Physitian can Heal me but Christ the true Samaritan When I am sick and when my wounds are foul He hath his oyle and wine to clense my soul My sins the thieves which wounded me have bin Help Lord conduct me to thy peaceful Inn. The poor Widows mite OUR Saviour did prefer the Widows mite Before the rich mens gifts God takes delight More in the heart than hands and he doth measure How great our love is not how much our treasure Give all thy full possessions but thy love Thy gift will an abomination prove Love makes cold water wine small actions great And without love no bounty is compleat Upon the sad departure of the right reverend Father in God and the most learned Prelate William Nicolson from Caermarthin in South-Wales to his Bishopick of Gloucester Sol vespertinas discedens duplicat umbras Quanta sed abscessum est umbra sequuta tuum THE light which did direct us will appear Or shine no more in our dark Hemisphear We lost a Shepherd which could wisely keep The Fox and Wolf from preying on the sheep His Catechism is in doctrine sound In language sweet in learning most profound This he hath left behind him and we look On nothing more than on his serious book He made his Farewel-Sermon ne're was known More grief than now in Prophet Mertin's town He utter'd many words unless fame lyes More tears by far flow'd from the peoples eyes For Gloucesters Reformation God thought fit To use his faithful pains and holy wit And if he can by wholesome doctrine bring These in obedience to the Church and King It will a greater miracle be thought Than any of the old Apostles wrought His godly presence doth make others live In peaceful joy his absence makes us grieve Upon the much honoured Gentleman John Delahay of Alltrynis Esq Conspicuae virtutis amor dominatur in illo Non magnus fieri sed studet esse bonus AN old Philosopher with a Candle ran About the streets to find an honest man Had he liv'd now and met with him I swear He had been pleas'd to stay his journey there Or if he had refused him for one He might in vain through all the world have gone Upon the Worshipful Milborn Williams Esq Son to that most excellent Knight Sir Henry Williams of Gwernivet Magnorum haudquaquam indignus avorum 'T Is my ambition to remember those Whose vertuous minds their actions do disclose Some men like owls cannot behold the light Nor judge of colours be they black or white Such I neglect and write of those who can Discern a Picture from a living man His knowledge is not weak nor judgment dull But strong and bright like Câ—â—tbia in the full His gentle nature is so free so fair So full of sweetness as the purer air He beaâ—s an humble mind and knoweth well That by ambition holy Angels fell He was so zealous for the Kingly cause As old Judge Jenkins for the Kingdoms Laws To number the bright stars requires lâ—ss pains Than all the vertues which his heart contains To cut his thred of lifâ— when Fates agree A great Eclipse in Brecknock-shire will be DEATH Omnibus haec calcanda viâ— est WElcom sweet Death I love thy cold embracâ— The rich and bad cannot endure thy sâ—â— Life is a passage unto Death and Death An entrance into life When no â—al bâ—eaâ—h Is once expir'd to live then we beginâ— Which life secures us both from death 〈◊〉 Conceive a precious pearl involv'd in clay Which can its lustre by no means display So doth the brighter soul imprison'd lie In this black dungeon of obscurity Nor shall its glory shine until 't is free From the dark clouds of dull mortality To come into the world one way we have A thousand ways to hasten to the grave The day of Death is secret kept that we Might every day suspect that day to be As I am not asham'd to live so I Can never truly be afraid to die O Death O watchful Death thou look'st for me I am prepar'd O Death and look for thee Magnae honestatis virtutis viro Thomae Williams Armigero Causidico longe optimo Canticum familiare VIr egregie mundum vides Nec non inconstantiam rides Quanta est mutatio rerum Nihil tenax nihil verum Hodiè regnans in pallatio Debellatur brevi spatio Hodie Princâ—ps in honore Cras est servus in timore Transit nubes siae moraÌ„ Transit viâ—ae brevis bora Ciâ—â— fracta est aquae bulla Diù mauet aet as nulla Nos imbelles nihil sumus Nisi umbra nisi fumus Dum in terris ambulamus Ad sepulchrum properamus Ambio nullos ego honores Multi premunt me dolores Plorans tristis hic anhelo Nemo felix nise in coelo Simeon's Song Lord now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word SOme when they die blaspheme and some are mad Some curse and swear some desperate are some sad But no distraction racks the just mans mind No strange conceits his understanding blind Out of this life so God his servant calls As when the Infant into slumber falls When Simeon had enricht his blessed eyes With seeing Christ the world he did despise He dy'd in peace and like a Swan did sing Before his death an Anthem to the King Christ like a Lamb did die whilst you have bâ—eath Pray for a quiet and a peaceful death Upon the Worshipful and much deserving Gentleman John Jeffreys of Abâ—rcuâ—rick Esquire Nondum mutatus äb isto Hectore qui quondam CAn silence fit the present stage or dare Our tongues be silent where such merits are His actions are too great
Mind so brave If Nature's stock were wholly spent Here Beauty might again be lent T' enrich the world because that she Hath Beauty's sole Monopoly She like a lively Spring oreflows And daily in perfection grows The Leper IAm a filthy Leper from my head Unto the foot with scurf of sin o're sâ—read I want no art or help to cleanse my skiâ— The stream may wash my body not my sin Lord let the Jordan of thy grace restore My perfect health and let me sin no more An Epitaph upon my beloved Daughter Susanna Watkyns who was born upon Ashwednesday 1655. and dyed the 5. of August 1658. HEre lies a pleasantRose rash Death thought good To take and crop it in the tender bud God is a Husbandman who doth remove His younger plants to make them better prove She for her mornings work shall have her pay Equal with those that labour'd all the day Ashwednesday she was born for her I mone Because she is so soon to Ashes gone Hic noster dolor est hic nostri germen amoris Hic Rosa slos campi gemma sepulta jacet Upon the most pious and learned Work intituled Davids Harp strung and tuned being a brief Analysis of Davids Psalms with devout Prayers and Meditations on each Psalm Composed by that Orthodox most learned and excellently qualified Prelate William Nicolson Lord Bishop of Gloucester VVHen David on his skilful Harp did play Saul was refresht the Devil fled away Sure David with the Harp did sing a Psalm Which did King Saul's fanatick nature calm The Psalms are Davids Harp now plaid upon And tun'd by Englands chief Musition He handles Davids Harp and playes so well That where 't is heard no sad distractions dwell With the wise Prophet he doth well dispence â—y clearing not by changing of the sence Have you observ'd how the laborious Bee Doth feed on flowers of all varietie And thence pure honey doth extract and we Receive much profit from her Treasurie So he hath travel'd through the fruitful field Of Davids Psalms which like rich flowers do yield Pleasure and profit to judicious men Who will admire the sweetness of his pen. On every Psalm each holy Meditation And Prayer merits heavens approbation Who meditates or prayes so well as he From sin from Satan and from hell is free Here thou may'st learn to write and learn to pray Here thou may'st learn to think on heavens way Upon a most pious and learned Exposition of the Apostles Creed by the same right reverend Father in God William Nicolson Lord Bishop of Gloucester HE that desires to tract the Sacred way Which leads to heaven soon shall go astray Uâ—nless he hath a perfect rule or line Safely to guide him through all paths divine All is involved in th' Apostles Creed Which sinners do unto salvation need Twelve Articles of faith the Creed contains Which are explain'd by his laborious pains He lean'd with John on Christs own bosome thence He suckt deep knowledge which he doth dispence Unto the world to open heavens door Use but this key and you shall want no more The two Books above mentioned written by the Bishop of Gloucester are to be sold at the Crown in Fleet-street Ambition exemplified in the Parable Judg. 9. THe trees would chuse a King they all agree The Olive should their King elective be The Olive would not her rich fatness leese To be promoted over all the trees The Vine would not be King to lose her wine Which doth all hearts rejoice all wits refine The Fig-tree much did of her sweetness boast And would not reign to have her sweetness lost At last the Bramble doth intrude and would Though most unfit the Royal Scepter hold With vain ambition those do never swell In whom high gifts of grace and nature dwell Ambition spurs the bad by some sad fate Who many times usurp the Chair of State To row their Boats for wind and tide they watch And at Promotion like the Bramble catch Ambition moves me not my self I yield To be the meanest flower in all the field Yet from preferment I 'le not turn aside Nor go on foot when God doth bid me ride The Conclusion THese Poems so compendious I presume No time no fire nor envy shall consume Those Hero's writ of in this Book shall be A President to all Posterity Nature a short life gave them this will give A second birth and make them ever live BReconium quondam veteres coluere Silures Terra bona est mala gens litigiosa sagax Hic domus est angusta mihi cum stramine tecta Pastor sum templi Barnace sancte tui Sed natale solum est soelix Heresordia longà Villâ sub nigro Monteque nâ—tus eram Proverbial Sentences 1. A Hood makes not a learned Monk they err Who think a Beard makes a Philosopher 2. Some cross the Seas to gain more wit we finâ— They only change the air but not the mind 3. All is not gold that glisters painted glasâ— With fools and children for true peaâ—l may pass 4. Who riseth up and prays not turnâ— the light Or natural day into spiâ—itual night 5. Ice will convert to water Man to dust Young men may die but Old men die they must 6. Be merry Maids you cannot Husbands lack For every Gill there is an equal Jack 7. A man which falleth in a dirty way The fouler is the longer there he 'll stay 8. An hundred weight of sorrow will not pay One pound of debt to clear the Serjeants way 9. He that hath many children it is known That all his morsels cannot be his own 10. He that hath spice enough within his fist His cup of drink may season as he list 11. Who hath a Fox to be his mate must set Or at his girdle hang a constant net 12. Who hath one Hog doth make him fat and he Who hath one Son makes him a fool to be 13. Who lets his wife go unto every feast And lets his horse of every water taste Hâ— shews but little wit for all his life He 'll have a horse that 's bad and so a wife 14. Who hath the better game doth fear the end Who hath the worse doth hope the game may mend 15. Iâ— that thou do'st desire to know a Knave 〈…〉 him a staff and let him power have 16. Who climbs the highest hill above shall find More frequent storms and greatest force of wind 17. He pulls with a long rope who first must wait Anothers death before he hath his bait 18. He that to market sends an idle fool Must follow him and let his porredge cool 19. Who hath a Wolf for his companion can Never do well without a Dog his man 20. A cheerful look doth much content a guest And makes a homely dish a dainty feast 21. When holy Prayers at the Church are done Forsooth my Lady 's ready then to come 22. An antient wise man's shadow or his word Is better far than a
limit what can set a bound Unto thy wandring thoughts a little ground Contains thy body and when thou art dead Thou art contented with a narrow bed O pray for Grace without which all thy store Which should enrich thee will but make thee poore The Anabaptist Ostende Anabaptistam ego ostendam monstrum WHat wouldst thou have a King a Lord a Knight A Bishop Priest are monsters in thy sight No Church nor Altar and no Law must be To dictate but thy conscience unto thee It thou art displeas'd with Lawes Divine and Civil I know not what will fit thee but the Devil Upon the mournful deâ—th of our laâ—e Soveraign Lord Charles the first King of England c. I Read of a Confessor and a King A King and Maâ—tyr is a stranger thing Our Charles was both A King both just and wise A holy Maâ—tyr and sweet sacrifice Thieves did consent to kill the just but why When that the Wolf is Judge the Lamb must dye He went to Canaan for three Kingdoms good Through the red-Sea of his own sacred blood Thus John the Baptist dy'd that holy one Whilst Herod did usurp King Davids throne By his beheading it may well be sed Three Kingdoms by injustice lost their head If ere I shall the ayde of Saints implore Thy Shrine alone good Charles I will adore Lord let my soul unto thy Kingdom come To see King Charls crown'd for his Martyrdom Gods Mercy Nec habâ—t principium quo inâ—hoatur nâ—â— finem quo terminatur THe Sun 's within his Tropicks th' heavens high Within a span the clouds included lye Within the fist the earth that spacious creatâ—re Within a circle is confin'd by Nature But O thou God of Love to thy rich treasure Of endlesse mercy who can find a measure Upon the return of our most illustrious King Charls the second from Flanders to England WElcome bright Starre the prodromâ— of the day With whom the Sun of glory shall display His golden banners and restore the Light Of truth eclipst by an erroncous night He liv'd in exile long and Flanders then Was th' Eagles neast or the true Lions den He past a Sea of troubles and each wave Of grief he flatted with a soul more brave To meet their King the people ran so fast As if each one disdain'd to be the last Such plenteous tears of joy flow'd every where That some in England did a deluge feare They did such piks of wood in London burn That many thought it would to Ilion turn Those fires are ended but the flames of love Unto our King shall everlasting prove Long live King Charles so long till wise men see His years as many as his vertues be Then he 'le outlive old Nestor whose glasse ran Before 't was spent through the third age of man Upon the Lords Prayer Clavis Calâ— THe sacred Prayer of the eternal Word Doth greater comfort to my soul afford Tiran all the pâ—ayers made by humane Aâ—t Those I have read but this I have by heart It is my constant prayer and the best Like rich perfume to sweeten all the rest Winter Charitas frigescit Spark not to me of Frizland on the cold And gâ—lid Clymats of the North I hold There can no greater frostâ— or Winâ—er be 〈◊〉 â—â—d heart that 's cold in â—â—aritâ— O shine thou Sun of glory and impart Thy gracious heat to thaw my frozen heart Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk Duke of Albemarle Qui lumen pietatis slumen liberalitatis fulmen belli HEre is our glorious Atlas who doth bear Our heaven up and keep our hearts from fear His merit is beyond reward whose mind To high attempts by Nature is confin'd Some Merchants have by their adventures bold Enricht this Land with precious pearl and gold Yet none but Royal Monk could ever bring So rich a treasure as our gracious King Herculean labours were but twelve here 's one That hath an hundred labours undergone He nere was rash nor did the hasty hand But a wise heart his active sword command Judgment and valour live in him as fair Rebecca's sons did in one womb despair Could nere attempt him for his nobler mind Did soar above the reach of storms and wind This good Centurion doth not love to change His garment of Religion nor to range Through Groves of fancies he 's a fixed star To beautifie the Church and seat of war He is descended from a Royal line Not from the Bramble but the slately Pine The glory of the Wood his vertues be The Symptoms of his true Nobilitie He is in vertues rich in merits high So let him happy live so let him die REPENTANCE Vnicum necessarium REpentance is the key for rich and poor To lock up Hell and open Heavens door When like the Dove our wandring souls have left The Ark of God and when we are bereft Of safety and relief all help is vain But by repentance to return again One tear for sin yields to the soul relief More than a fountain shed for worldly grief The Vine drops tears which well the face may cleer But never beautifie the soul Repentance here Must be the spring which makes us seem so bright As if we were transfigur'd into light WORLDLY WEALTH Natura paucis contenta WEalth unto every man I see Is like the Bark unto the Tree Take from the Tree the Bark away The naked Tree will soon decay Lord make not me too rich nor make me poor To wait at rich mens tables or their door Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Aspice venturo laetentur ut omnia saeclo OUr Solomon is crown'd A Crown will share Not more of honour to his head than care He wore as the great King of Heaven would A Crown of Thorns before his Crown of Gold Thus children whom the Lord intends to bless Go to their Canaan through the Wilderness CHARLS by the grace of God wise men foresee Greater than Charls the Great in time shall be Almost to death unhappy England bled And liv'd a Monster long without a Head The Kingdom swallow'd up the Commonwealth And England which was sick is now in health Her Merchants shall bring gold and pearl and spice To make this Garden rich as Paradise And unto Caesar our most gracious King Great Nations shall their humble Presents bring Kings were neer Fountains crown'd as Writers show Because from them as from pure Fountains flow Our wealth health honour If the Head be ill By sympathy the Body suffer will We may as well live without air or fiâ—e Or bread and water which we all require As live without a King because the King Is like the Sun which maketh every thing To grow and flourish He 's the Stern to guide Our wandring ships through every wind and tide The Kings's our Nursing Father and the Queen Gur Nursing
and still the sunshine love On these unconstant worldlings I do look As on the image in the Prophets book The head of gold of silver th' arms and breast The thighs and belly were of brass the rest As legs and feet of iron were and clay The image fell and moulder'd all away So wavering men who use no constant Creed From good to bad from bad to worse proceed But here is one who like a Martyr ran And held throughout the course he first began No strong temptations threatning swords or gold Could flat his resolution he ne'r sold His love for gain his heart was firm and stable Unto his King as th' Anchor to the Cable So stands the stately Pine which rooted fast And deep in earth disdains the weaker blast To make one perfect Nature never could Have form'd a man in a more decent mould But wiser men neglect the outward shell And praise his braver soul where vertues dwell His sole ambition rightly understood Is only to be known not great but good His actions are so just that you 'd protest Astraea dwelt within his sacred breast With unclipt wings let may Ambition fly As his desires are good his merits high GRACE Qui quaerit invenit MEn dig the bowels of rhe earth for gold And rocks for precions stones and some are bold To dive into the sea for pearl Few care To get the pearl of Grace more rich more rare The Manna and the Quails were dainty meat And as delicious as a man could eat But taste the food of Grace and thou shalt find It yields a better relish to thy mind Grace makes the poor man rich the bline to see The sad man full of joy the bondman free Weak humane thoughts it turns to thoughts divine As Christ at Cana watet turn'd to wine It sweetens all conditions rich and poor Like some pure incense and preserves thy store A good Report Honestus rumor optimum est patrimonium Qui malè facit malè audit DO not neglect the candor of thy Name Thou shouldst not stain thy clothes much less thy fame Fine houses men will build repair and trim And keep them neat without and fair with in But little they regard if by foul ways â—hey blot their names and flubber o're their days Such men in life are odious and shall be In death a scandal to posterity I 'll tread a righteous path â—ia good Report Makes men live long although their life is short Sampson's Riddle Out of the strong camâ— sweet CHrist was the Lamb Christ was the Lion slain To save our souls from everlasting pain From Judab's Lion all sweet pleasures flow No mercies but from him we have or know He was a Lion mighty strong in pow'r Before he could Death Sathan Hell devour A Dark Lanthorn THis Lanthorn is but dull and dark in sight As if it had not the least spark of lightâ— The light is clos'd within which none can spy Or well discern unless the curious eye So good men care not that the world should know How good they are by any outward shew Thus Cabinets appear but mean and plain Yet many times rich pearl and gold contain Thus the best Wine that ever you can wish Is often tasted in an earthen dish Some look like holy Temples when they are Like graves within defil'd with rotten ware Of my weak deeds I will no trumpet sound The heart is humble where good gifts abound Man's Infirmity WIse Adam fell in Paradise the good Angels in Heaven fell who always stood In Gods own presence Faithful Peter fell Though in Christs school he was brought up so well David committed murther righteous Lot Defil'd his name with an incestuous blot No Oak so strong no Cedar is so tall But shaken with tempestuous wind may fall No man so perfect is so pure a Saint But in the battel he may fail and faint If God prevents not Man that 's born to sorrow May safely stand to day and fall to morrow The Common people Neutrum modò mas modo vulgus THe many-headed Hydra or the People Now build the Church then pull down Bells and Steeple To day for learned Bishops and a King They shout with one consent to morrow sing A different note One while the people cry To Christ Hosanna then him crucifie And thus the wavering multitude will be Constant in nothing but inconstancie When these together swarm the Kingdom fears They are as fierce as Tygers rude as Bears The Rock in Horeb. ONce onely Moses with his sacred rod The Rock in Horeb strucks as he by God Commanded was then waters gusht and fell From the hard Rock as from a running Well Lord thou didst often strike me never kill Thy rod was gentle I am stubborn still Soften my stony heart that tears may flow None reap in joy but those in tears that sow The holy Sepulchre CHrist is our Rock who in a rock is lain The lesser rock the greater doth contain Out of a rock they newly hew'd his grave The new man Christ thus a new tomb must have No creature might repose or lay his head Without presumption in the Creators bed The Lily of the valley Sharon's Rose His fragrant grave in a sweet garden chose This Rock did shelter Christ two days but he An everlasting Refuge is to me He is the Rock that doth our souls relieve With water which doth life eternal give The Passing-Bell THe Passing-Bell doth toll my thred is spun My candle is burnt out my hour-glass run This sound is doleful and this musick 's sad To those which in the world are rich and bad It is like Davids musick sweet to me Which doth my soul from evil spirits free I end my life and yet to live begin I shall in glory live who liv'd in sin The Spiritual Watchman Nulla venit sine te nox mihi nulla dies WHen private in my bed I take my rest I muse on all the gifts wherewith God blest And made me glad The thankful man alone Climbs Jacobs ladder and ascends Gods throne I think on heaven's joys and do admire Of Saints and Angels the harmonious quire Sometimes I think of hell where rich men ly In deadly torments and yet cannot dy My life I call to mâ—nd which God hath made Short like a span vaine as a dream or shade This night may be my last and I may have My sheet to be my should my bed my grave I count past sins which so defile my soul That on the dunghil Job was not so foul These holy thoughts possesse my serious head Til tears run downe and wash my careful bed LOVE Amor est complementum legis OUr God is love who doth remain in love In the same sphear with God himself doth move All things by perfect nature do agree And seem to hold a mutual sympathy The heavens to love their inclination show Which fairly do embrace this orb below The fire the water earth and air agree
which weak defect may never know So let them both like twyns be fair and kind Be rich in grace be of a loving mind So let them both continue till they kisse In love each other to eternal blisâ—e Wordly Honor. Honos mundi est onus animis CLimb up the highest hill and you shall find That place most subject to great storms and wind So wordly Honours and preferments are But steps to raise you to more grief and care To the most Courteous and fair Gentlewoman the pattern of modesty and piety Mrs. Elinor Williams of the Gare. AS you are perfect without blot or stain So may perfection in your Bridegroome raign As you are young and tender so may he In years a little your superiour be For every marriage then is best in tune When that the wife is May the husband June Let not your heart to beggar's Hall incline A shrubble should not embrace so tall a pine A Buzzard must not couâ—t the gentle Dove For such a marriage will prodigious prove No foolish Wood-cock must expect to wedde Or take the rarer Phenix to his bed Before your Roses fade joyn hand in hand Old age will come and plough your finest land Remember Lots Wife Exempla plus valent quam praecepta A Woman turn'd to salt most true it is Ovid nere knew that Metamorphosis The woman chang'd not man Gods prime creature For women are most apt to change by nature She looked back with a most strong desire To see old Sodom which was then on fire The act of looking back had bin no crime Had she lookt back but at another time It was Gods precept made this act a sin She had been free had God not injur'd bin Salt seasoneth flesh she 's turn'd to salt that we By her example might well season'd be Go on my soul to God with all thy might Renounce thy former Sodom of delight Upon the death of the Right Worshipful Sir Anthony Mansel who was shot and kild at the battel of Newbery Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam chari capitis Hora. DEath like a coward at a distance stood When she struck him his valour was so good She durst not venter neere Death to her shame His body kill'd but could not kill his name In this sad battel if same truth doth say We got the field and yet we lost the day His death eclipst the day and made it night And clouds of sorrow did obscure the light It were injustice to neglect his dust Whose death was noble as his life was just Now heaven crownes him where all labors cease Although he dy'd in war he dy'd in peace Charity Quid charitas sine fide Quid fides sine charitate THe glorious Sun bestows his light and heat To cherish us and make all things compleat The swelling clouds with water do abound To succour and refresh the thirsty ground The earth yields her increase the fruitful vine Out of her treasure yields the pleasant wine All creatures in their kind by nature give And with their precious store our wants releive These creatures by example us should move To help each other with a mutual love To feed the poor who sells his own estate Doth purchase heaven at an easie rate God loves a broken heart an humble knee An open hand from all vain glory free The Holy Sacrament or Supper of the Lord Vbi ratio deficit fides proficit UNder the forms of sacred bread and wine I do receive thee Lord and grace divine Thou art the door the vine the corner stone Thou art the way the truth the life alone Thy mercy to inlarge thou art our bread Wherewith we are to life eternal fed Thy blood is wine which sweetly doth refresh Our weary souls and cheere our weaker flesh Who eats this bread and drinks this cup shall be From fainting thirst and pining hunger free In this sweet bread doth no sour leaven lye Of fraud of malice or hypocrisie The bread's thy body and the wine thy blood This I beleeve this faith is safe and good Thou art in thy great Sacrament but how I simply do confesse I do not know It is enough for me that thou art there I will receive thee Lord with joy and fear Upon the Right Worshipful Sir Richard Floyd one of his Majesties Honourable Judges in South-Wales BLush all you scarlet gowns that heretofore Did wink at rich men and condemn the poor Great flyes break through when the lesser fly In slender cobwebs doth intangled ly But here is one of Jetbro's Judges he Fears God and is from base corruption free The person he respects not but the cause He fancies not opinion but the laws The scales of Justice no fine gold can turn He righteth those which laugh and those that mourn He 's careful of the poor for he doth know That men will soon tread down a hedge that 's low His language is attractive sweet and full And falls like rain into a fleece of wooll In faith he is a rock in loyal love For his good King he'did a Martyr prove He is a honest Jude my active will Would guild his name had I but perfect skill Conscience Conscientia millâ— Testes COnsider all thy actions and take heed On stollen bread though it is sweet to feed Sinne like a Bee unto thy hive may bring A little honey but expâ—ct the sting Thou maist conceal thy sinne by cunning Art But conscience sits a witnesse in thy heart Which will disturb thy peace thy rest undo For that is witnesse Judge and prison too The pleasant streame doth fair and smoothly glide When in the bottom no great rubbes abide No swelling grief no boystrous cares appear Where honest ways preserve the conscience clear Our cloths being new and fair we hold it fit To care what thing we touch and where we fit When they are foul or torne we leave that care And cast them up and down like broken ware T is so with conscience while 't is fair within We fear to stain it with some heynous sin If once the Virgin-Conscience plays the quean We seldom after care to keep it clean Then keep thy conscience like thy paper white And do not blot when thou maist fairly write The Shrew Ventus ab Aquilone BEhold her lip how thin it is her nose How sharp her voice how shrill which doth disclose A â—roward shrew who hath her by mishap Shall surely hear a constant thunder-clap Silence is her disease for like a mill Her clapper goes and never standeth still By night Hobgoblins houses haunt this sprite Doth vex and haunt the house both day and night The Rack the wheele the Spanish Inquisition Torments not like her rongue A sad condition Her husband lives in like a coward he Must leave the field and always vanquisht be He must commend what she doth well approve And disallow of what she doth not love We tame wild fouls bears lions but no Art To tame
die to morrow Life is to him no joy nor yet a sorrow Hell Qui per malam vitam negligit â—oelâ—m per justiâ—â—am Dei cadit in Infernum GOOD Lord deliver me from hell where grief Is without end and pain without relief In this dark dungeon damned spirits lâ—e Where the foul woâ—m of conscience doth not die Nor fire go out where the most wretched soul Doth but in vain for pardon cry and houl Here they do gnash their teeth they spend sad teaâ—s Full of distractions horrid thoughts and fears From Gods sweet presence from eternal light From holy Angels and from Saints delight Fâ—om heavens glory now they banisht are What torment is this no man can d clare If after twenty thousand years of pain And thousands more the damn'd were sure to gaâ—n A pardon and come out this grant would be Some comfort to them in their misery But there is no such hope the Judgement 's past And cannot be revok'd the gate is fast And never can be opened who can tell What dreadful lamentations are in hell I know that heaven is above but how Or where hell stands Lord let me never know The prosperity of the wicked Vt paupert as bonorum est beata sic prosperit as impiâ—rum est maledicta SOmetimes the wicked flourish like the bay Which still keeps green when better trees decay Have you observ'd how little streams do swell And rise above their banks and then have fell And sunk into their Channels so we know Base men have risen high then fallen low That Kingdom is in an unhappy case Where Cedars fall and shrubs possess their place With joy and pleasure Upstarts climb the hill Again they tumble down against their will Those men do much mistake who only measure A Christians welfare by his worldly treasure An Angel hath no gold no beasts nor land And yet he is not poor his wealth doth stand In better things although the just mans store Is small he hath enough and needs no more God doth his grace instead of wealth impart And with contentment doth enrich his heart The bad mâ—ns wealth with discontent doth dwell His heaven is but interm'xt with hell Be not in love with gold a golden purse Is without grace no blessing but a curse The Martyr Martyrium est baptismus sanguinis SOme in gay feathers do the Peacocks play While 't is fair weather and a sunny day But when 't is clouded and the storms begin Like fearful snails they keep their horns within Pure Fountain-water doth most heat contain The winter time Good men in greatest pain And hardest times or dangers valiant prove And do express the greatest heat of love A Christian from his faith will never start If thousands should present and fire his heart He loves not life life is to him a pain He fears not death death is to him a gain He dies a Saint for truth who spends his breath The cause proclaims a Martyr not the death The blood of Martyrs is the fruâ—tful seed Which being sown doth still more Christians breed The DEVIL Monstrum horrâ—ndum informe ingens cui lumen ademptuâ— GOD bless me from the Devil â—oe to man If God rules not that great Leviathan Dâ—â—k soggy mists he câ—sts before our eyes To make us credit his phantastick lyes His greatest proffers are but painted toyes 〈◊〉 thâ—ough with grief and onely fac'd with joyes With pleasant potions and with sugred pilâ—â— The Devil tempts his patient when he kills He tempted David with Bathsheba fair Jâ—das with silver-pieces whom despair Brought to perdition with a beauteous face He brought two wanton Elders to disgrace With Naboths vineyard Achab he beguil'd So he with blood his guilty hands defil'd He cozen'd Achan with a wedge of gold Eve with an apple No man can unfold His various tricks he knoweth when to fish What bait you love what things you chiefly wish Three ways he useth most Wine women wealth By which he creeps into the heart by stealth Resist him at the first he 'll flie away Get but the morning and you have the day The Sinners Petition Non opus est misericordia ubi non est peccatum AFter some sick and tedious hours of night The Patient longs for the approaching light The thirsty Deer doth panting run and look Desiring to find out the water-bâ—ook So pants my soul and sighs and longs to see Thy saving health to make thy servant free How am I circled with thick clouds of sin And still a thred of vain delights I spin The Sun of glory these daâ—k clouds can chase And cleer me with the beauty of his face Wash Lord my scaâ—let sins that knowest how To make me wâ—â—teâ— than the â—lâ—eâ—e of snow Remember not my rash and ill spent youth When I could fancy lyes and hate the truth Those sins are wormwood now and bitter gall My pleasures then I now my sorrows call I creep unto thy gate and do implore Thy gracious love to cure my cankred sore Receive me in although I come so late Thou hast the keyes to open heavens gate A Hymn HEar me thou God of my delight Me inspire with thy fire Pure and bright Cleer my face with thy grace Turn I pray night to day With the beams of thy glorious light My waters calm and cure me with thy balm Have in store for my sore Some redress Rid my fears wipe the tears Which mine eyes do surprise And me with thy pleasures bless Great King break not a bruised reed Give me bread to be sed At my need Call to mind Loâ—d how kind Christ thy Son me hath won When his â—recious side must bleed Keep me fâ—om thrall and let me never fall Into woe lâ—st my soe May be glad Let thy wing comfort bâ—ing To my â—â—nd when I find My soul in her â—â—â—rning 〈◊〉 All laud unto the glorious King Whose great love we may prove By each thing Heart and voice shall rejoyce And my breath unto death Shall harmonious Anthems sing Lord when I die let my spirit flie To thy throne where alone Thou dost raign Perfect health and true wealth Quiet peace never cease In thy Kingdom there 's no pain Glory unto the Father be To the Son it be done Equally Praise and boast th' Holy Ghost With thy power every hour One true God in Persons three Now 't is even as heretofore it was And shall be certainly Evermore His great light hath no night Nor can he changed be But remains as he was before Drunkenness Elrietas brevis est insania USE golden Temperance that anchor may In greatest floods thy boat that wanders stay Who drinks too much and doth in tâ—verns dwell May want a drop to cool his tongue in hell Poâ—ts write of Men transform'd to bâ—asts if true I do believe they were some Drunken â—â—ue No Wolf no Ass more fierce more shameless can Or careless be than is a drunken man Lust murder folly falshood anger pride Possess foul
too good to lie Under a bushel in obscurity He was not Linsey woolsey or content To be compos'd of King and Parliament He was most loyal and could not dispence With such base freedom to his conscience As to neglect his King he hath a heart From whence transparent beams of Vertue dart After sad years of cruel storms and wind He shall a Haven and a Heaven find The Gardener She supposing him to be the Gardener said unto him Job 20. MARY prevents the day she rose to weep And see the bed where Jesus lay a sleep She found out whom she sought but doth not know Her Masters face he is the Gardener now This Gardener Edens Garden did compose For which the chiefest Plants and Flowers he chose He took great care to have sweet Rivers run T' enrich the ground where he his work begun He is the Gardener still and knoweth how To make the Lilies and the Roses grow He knows the time to set when to remove His living plants to make them better prove He hath his pruning knife when we grow wild To tame our nature and make us more mild He curbs his dearest children when 't is need He cuts his choycest Vine and makes it bleed He weeds the poisonous herbs which clog the ground He knows the rotten hearts he knows the sound The blessed Virgin was the pleasant bower This Gardener lodg'd in his appointed hour Before his birth his Garden was the womb In death he in a Garden chose his Tomb. Copernicus his opinion confirm'd COpernicus his fancy may hold good The earth did only move the heavens stood So earth and houses wheeling round about And changing Climats sound new Masters out The Changes Tempora mutantur nos mutamur in illis THe painful Bee which to her hive doth bring Sweet honey in her tail retains a sting Our sweetest joyes are interlin'd with cares No field of corn but hath some choaking tares The stream which doth with silent motion slâ—de Is oftentimes disturb'd with wind and tide Who sits to day in Honours lap and sings God soon can change his tune and clip his winâ— Sometimes the Sea doth ebb and sometimes floâ— Now with anon against the tide we row No haven's so secure but somâ— ill blast May toss the ship and break the stately Mast Who now in Court doth dance and liâ—t his head To morrow droops and sickly keeps his bed The King may beg and beggars may command High Cedars fall when little shrubs do stand The sweetest com oâ—t I do feel or find Though fortune change is not to change my mind The Hour-glass Inter spemque metumque timores inter ir as Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum OUR time consumes like smoke and posts away Nor can we treasure up a month or day The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste and so our silent minutes pass Consider how the lingring hour-glass sends Sand after sand until the stock it spends Year after year we do consume away Until our debt to Nature we do pay Old age is full of grief the life of man If we consider is but like a span Stretcht from a swollen hand the more extent It is by strength the more the pains augment Desire not to live long but to live well How long we live not years but actions tell Pride and Humility Humilis descendendo ascendit superbus ascendendo descendit WHat pride possesseth man that is but clay Which must dissolve and melt like yce away What frothy baâ—m of self-conceit and love Doth puff his heart and such high fancies move Who doth presame to climb the highest wall Will soonest slip and catch the heaviest fall Proud men have fallen from their stately chairs And falling once have tumbled down the staâ—â—s The shâ—ubs are most secure and free from wind When lofty trees a strong resistance find Behold the twig which gently bends and bows When stubborn Oaks are broken stands and grows Vertue is sooner found in Cotts and Cells Than in great Courts where pride and envy dwells A contrite heart O Lord a bended knee Like sweet perfume shall at thy Altar be Christs Resurrection-day or Easter AS when through misty clouds and troubled air The Sun breaks forth and makes the heavens saâ—â— So Christ the glorious Bridegroom came this day Out of his Chamber whore he secret lay The brighter Sun is up whose pleasant rayes Do bless the earth with good and happy dayes Display thy warmer beams and to my heart More fervent heat of zeal and love impart Death could not kill or conquer life nor might The thickest darkness comprehend the light Had he bin still interr'd then we had bin For ever slaves to Satan Death and Sin The Jews to keep him there O fond conceit Roul'd to his grave a stone of heavy weight His body pierc't the stone but was not able To pierce their hearts far more impenetrable He could remove vast Mountains with his Word And in the Sea to them a grave afford The Mountain of my sins from me remove And drown them Lord in thy deep Sea of Love This joyful morning at the break of day Our Saviour rose and left his bed of clay Awake betimes my soul from slumber free And leave thou sin before that sin leaves 〈◊〉 The Spring SEe how the wanton Spring In green is clad Heark how the birds do sing I 'le not be sad Doth not the blushing Rose Breath sweet perfume I will my spice disclose But not presume The dew falls on the grass And hastes away Which makes me mind my glass Which will not stay Now plants and herbs do grow In every place Lord let not me be slow In growth of Grace Behold the fruitful trees And fertil ground Observe the painful Bees Whose hives abound I will not barren be Nor waste my dayes Like slaggards that are free From vertuous wayes The Poets Soliloquy WHy do I droop like flowers opprest with rain What cloud of sorrow doth my colour stain I like a Sparrow on the house alone Do sit and like a Dove I mourn and groan Doth discontent or sad affliction bind And stop the freedom of my Nobler mind No no I know the cause I do retire To quench old flames and kindle better fire It is my comfort to escape the rude And sluttish trouble of the multitude Flowers rivers woods the pleasant air and wind With Sacred thoughts do feed my serious mind My active soul doth not consume with rust I have been rub'd and now are free from dust Let moderation rule my pensive way Students may leave their books and sometimes play I am the Way the Truth and the Life Joh. 14. 6. Via in exemplo veritas in promisso vita in praeâ—â—io CHrist is the Way which leads to heavens joy He is the Truth which errours can destroy He is the Life which raiseth up the dead He is the Way Truth Life unlimited The way is narrow strive to enter in
The Tâ—uth is pure to clense our souls from sin I ft we do walk this Way this Truth maintain Eernal life is ours exempt from pain This is the Way without all rubs of grief This is the Truth which claims a just belief Here is the Life which conquer'd death and sin Truth Life is ones if we the way be in Theâ— Truth informs us and the Way doth gulde The Life rewards us if we constant bide Follow this Way embrace this Truth desire This Life the crown of Saints in Heavens quire Thankfulness Ascensus gratiarum est descensus gratiae IN thee I have my being live and move Who art the King of glory and of love From thy rich storehouse of delight and pleasure I do receive my joy my gifts and treasure Who gives me bread to strengthen me and wine To glad my heart who made my soul divine Who gave me wisdom or spiritual eyes Good to discern from bad and Truth from lyes Who doth direct my ways but thou my King Which art the Fountain whence all vertues spring What shall I render thee I have no more Than what 's thine own thy riches are my store If thou sweet Lord wilt not my Heart disdain Thou gav'st it me I give it thee again The Holy Maid Dum fugio homines invenio angelos nunquam minùs sola quà m cùm sola IAm resolv'd no sond desire Shall kindle in me Cupids fire No amorous toyes no wanton kiss Shall â—ob me of eternal bliss I 'll write I 'll read I 'll spin I 'll pray To drive vain thoughts of Love away A silent Cloyster which is free From change and chance best pleaseth me When I do not converse with men I speak with God and Angels then I will not wear a rich attire Of gold or silk to set on fire Beholders eyes The care I find Most needful is to dress my mind No cunning Lover shall beguile Or win me with a gift or smile I will accept no pretty thing As Ribans Gloves a Watch or Ring Weak man's estate as in a glass Is truly seen in fading grass The choisest Man the fairest Rose Will languish and perfection lose And yet I am in love but where My love ascends a higher sphere Where honor beauty pleasures be Inthron'd and full of constancie My Beloved's white and ruddy My red sins made him all bloody His head is like fine gold most free From dross and all impurity His gracious eyes are like Doves eyes And in his cheeks composed lies A bed of spices and flowers sweet Where all perfumes together meet His mouth breathes roses and no bliss Can equal his delicious kiss But see where my Beloved lies And courts me with his dying eyes He spreads his arms me to embrace Who would noâ— love so sweet a face Rich drops of blood like rubies fall To ransom my poor soul from thrall The Cross my pillow and my bed Shall be his Grave to rest my head All sweets are sour all fair perfections foul Compar'd with Christ the Bridegroom of my soul In laudem Comitatus Herefordiensis Hic benè natus eram non benè notus eram Haec tell us pleno ditescit munere coeli Nec magè fructiferas dat Paradisus opes Optima qainque bonis florescunt commoda terris Unda silva frequens faemina lana seges Vitro splendidior lucido fluit unda salubris Quae faelix multo pisce notatur aqua Daâ—â— viâ—ides campis turgentia flumina vestes Wy Lug sunt patriae fluminâ— prima meae Hic quâ—rcus Jovis arbor adest quâ scindimus aequor Nobilitat varios plurima silva locos Hic est inâ—ocuae tam praestans forma puellae Verteret ut Monachos in nova vota pios Non pâ—aebet tibi tam pretiosam Hispania lanam Qualia dives opum veller a Lemster habet Diverso telum componit tramite bombyx Cum videas lanam hanc negligis illud opus Alma Ceres crescit gravidisque laboraâ— aristis Nec datur in toto copia parca so'o Paâ—rem hic tam placidum comedas ut credere posses maâ—â—â—m de summo vel cecidisse poto Teâ—tarent Evam fâ—lgâ—nâ—ia poma per agros Câ—â—scit pomorum â—uxuâ—iâ—sâ— proles 〈◊〉 Sâ—cera nâ—enâ—o non postponâ—nda Lyaeo Qâ—â—â— Nâ—ctâ—r magni credo fuisse Jovis Haec gens fidelis gaudens virtute laboris Experiens fortis blâ—nda jocosa sagar Hospitio gaudet populus studiosus amoris Et colâ—t antiquum Religiâ—nis opus Musa silere jubâ—t nunquam imbecilla son â—bit Ex merito laudes buccina nostra tuas Come unto me all you that labour and are heavy laden and I will ease you Matthew 11. 28. Clamat Diabolus Venite ad me ego intersiciam Clamat Mundus Venite ad me ego desiciam Clamat Caro Venite ad me ego inficiam Clamat Christus Venite ad me ego refâ—ciam NOt Gilead's Balm no Pool in Siloam Not David's Hyssop and no Angel can Or blessed Saint in heaven cure the soul When sin hath made it like a Leper foul Christ is our Balsom and we have no Tree Whose leaves do Nations heal but only he Our Saviours sacred blood speaks better things Than Abels blood and greater comfort brings Gods anger was incens'd when Abel dy'd Our Saviours blood his anger pacifi'd The blood of Abel did for vengeance call Christs blood for love and mercy to us all Just Abels blood cry'd once and cry'd no more Our Saviours blood cries still God hath in store A Sea of mercies if we do depend On Christ our loving Bridegroom and our Friend He makes the lame to walk the blind to see The sad to sing for joy the pris'ner free Come all that labour Blessed is the man That hath some oil from this Samaritan Come not by strength of legs or feet but mind By prayers not by steps if rest you 'll find Mount with the wings of prayer and ascend Gods holy hill where pleasures never end The Hypocrite Monumentum speciosum THe Hypocrite his face his words his mind Into a thousand forms and shapes can wind This weather-cock with every blast can turn And he had rather change his faith than burn He cares not how so he may fill his dish He can in cleer and troubled waters fish He love protests where he doth deadly hate His words will run like oil and break your pate If men do hunt the Fox he 'll shout and cry 'T is fit the Fox which kill'd the lambs should die But if the Fox sits in the chair of State The Fox shall have his love the Lamb his hate If here the Tuâ—k should reign this man alone Would sell his Bible for an Alcharon I 'll speak no more of dung my heart is free From the base leaven of Hypocrisie Chastity A Woman chaste is like a Meadow fair Enricht with pleasant flowers and sweetest air Then woman lock thy privy chamber be A fountain seal'd not to all