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A00972	The historie of the perfect-cursed-blessed man setting forth mans excellency by his generation, miserie [by his] degeneration, felicitie [by his] regeneration. By I.F. Master of Arts, preacher of Gods word, and rector of Wilbie in Suff.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637.; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 11078; ESTC S105608	35,115	104

the most such thoghts derided Blinde Soules that could not see when true Light shone From God's own face on earth to ev'ry one Which gratiously did offer unto all Soule-saving beams of Light celestiall This soule of mine I 'me sure found light of Grace By th' eye of faith fixt on his glorious face Which wholly was till then averse to Good Prone to all Ill and in corruption stood Yet was 't reclaim'd and quickly better reason'd B'ing once by faith in my Redeemer season'd Some few there were left all to follow Him Esteeming all too base to fellow Him And joyfully receiv'd Him as their Lord Deriving their salvation from his Word For when they heard his words were Oracles And saw his deeds no less than Miracles They did conclude He was the very same That had for all Salvation in his Name But for the most part Kings and Potentates Their Officers and chiefest Magistrates Though'mongst themselv's they were at hot defiance Yet against Him they joyn'd in leagues alliance Seeking by secret fraud and open strife The dire destruction of this Lord of Life The giddy-headed brainless Multitude Whom great Ones hold in slavish servitude Adoring Him with shouts of joy did sing At first Hosanna save us Lord our King At last their throats blaspheming Him they stretch Hosanneca now save thy selfe thou wretch O blessed Lord how balefull was thy state When so great love was turn'd to so great hate How vain is it to feed on popular breath Which causlesly is cause of Life of Death As here a Man-destroyer these refus'd And to destroy this Man preserver chus'd Thus basely humour'd they their Soveraigns These Kingly Rebels in their base designes Assaulting often at their fittest seasons This King of Kings by stratagems and treasons But yet He liv'd for all their vile intent No Lambe so meek no Dove so innocent Who if H 'ad pleas'd had pow'r his life t' enjoy To destroy Death yet it let Death destroy This graceless Crew enrag'd with hellish spight Sought daily thus to quench this Light of Light And trait'rously attach't Him as a Thiefe Then led Him bound to be judg'd by their Chiefe Who worthily judg'd Him unworthy dye And yet to Death gave Him unworthily That heady-headless Rout then headlong ran 'Gainst this clear innocent condemned Man Pursuing Him to Death with living hate Who being dead became Deaths deadly bate For with their lingring torments though He dies Within three dayes his God-head makes Him rise But tell me here dear Saints ô God come tell me The various thought of these doth overwhelm me Whether their hate his death I shall deplore Or else his Love and Life in Death adore Their deed no doubt all good men doe detest But that of his who counts it not the best To murther Him that gives Life unto all Let all that Fact most execrable call Abash't ther-at was th' Earth the Sun and Moon For Midnight-light was then Day-light at Noon But when He rose the Sun came dauncing-out And graves did ope and Saints for joy'gan shout Thus whiles He liv'd He lived but to dy That by his Death He endless Life might buy For Man for his pure blood in sacrifice Once spent was held of meritorious price But long alas long was my Lord a-suff'ring Ere He could fully finish-up his off'ring Their dev'lish malice was so odious They sought to make his torments tedious By slow degrees inflicting on Him pain To make it long ere they would have Him slain Nor was his-pain from them so tedious As to Him-selfe incomparably grievous His constitution pure his unstain'd sense Most apt to feel the smart of each offence His blessed Body though to cursed Death He gave to pacifie th' Almighties Wrath. For by his suff'ring He did under-take To pay Mans debt of Sin for Iustice sake Setting Himselfe a mark wher-at ev'n all Might fling their darts of envy spit their gall The Devils then stird-up those dev'lish men Who spent their venom all upon Him then Each rascall-Iew whose fury yeelded might How to torment Him made it his delight They stript Him nak'd then cloathed Him in scorn And scorning crowned Him with plats of thorn His Head his Face his Side his Hands his Feet They beat they wound they pearc'd And yet as meet To honour Him they bow'd as to their King Which to Him glory to them shame did bring For they like wretches glori'ed in their shame Not shaming once to make his Death their game To see the Lord of Life to Death thus bound Those few that were his friends it did confound One had forsworn Him one had Him betraid Not one but all forsooke Him all afraid Nor thus alone but which encreast his pain The Deity now seemed to refrain To look-on Him with shows of chearfull Grace And in fierce wrath to turn-away the face Which doubtless was to Him more dolourous Than all that all could doe notorious And strictest Iustice all this spight maintain'd That was He less than infinitely pain'd All these thus heapt-on Him oh did not they Make 't known to all He was a publick prey When carnall men Him trait'rously convented Vnjustly judg'd mockt whipt to death tormented When friends forsook Him when by foes cast-down To all contempt when God did seem to frown T' endure all these oh t' was a very Hell Which tongue which thought cannot conceive to tel All these He felt all these He over-past Into all these it was Mans Sin Him cast They punisht Him for sin who no sin knew And that to Death from whom their Life they drew But though as Man to Death they led Him bound As God He did them all in Death confound Making Sin lose his strength Death lose his sting Hell lose his triumph through Christs suffering First let He them prevail'gainst Him at pleasure Till that by an immeasurable measure Of pain assign'd He had discharg'd the debt That rigid Iustice for Mans Sin had set Then did his God-head gloriously appear And his tormenters inly shake for fear For maugre them He rid Himselfe from pain Himselfe enliving his dead body slain Enabl'ing it to live not as afore To dye but so live as to dye no more For Champion-like after the victory He did ascend to his own seat of Glory Where He enthroned sits wearing the crown Of all his Fathers Glory all his own Whos 's heav'nly Scepter swayes all earthly Kings Whose Spirit to his Church all comfort brings Whose Goodness makes mans life a Life of Grace All Evill to eschew all Good t' embrace For He had sent before with large Commission Faithfull Ambassadors to give remission Of all Mans past offences and to call Him by new Grace to keep Gods Precepts all Which acceptable time of Grace once ended This conqu'ring glorious King completely tended VVith thousand-thousand Angels arm'd with pow'r VVill terribly descend as in a show'r Of flaming fire to render vengeance due To

all joyes in One conjoin'd Which fulness join'd to Him Him nere accloies And yet such fulness alwaies He enjoyes His Senses all on perfect objects feed His Faculties aright their actions speed His Appetities are all acquieted His Parts his Pow'rs are all engloried His Bliss is this He 's endlesly emploi'd In blessing Him Destruction hath destroy'd And op'ned-wide Heav'ns narrow gate to those That in Christs Death their hope of life repose No other Heav'n no other Help He hath To scape the Hell of Gods eternall wrath But to beleeve and by his life disclose That for Him Christ did dye and for Him rose In which Beleefe He lives and living dies And dying lives his life t'immortalize And in this Faith He 's confident to plead When He at Gods Tribunall shall hear read The Bill of his Indictment for h's offence Not guiltie Lord thy dear Sons Innocence And his most perfect-perfect observation Of all thy Lawes his upright conversation His bitter-bitter Passion on the tree O these ô these have paid Sins debt for me T is true indeed my Sins thy Wrath provoked Most dreadfull Iudge and I with guilt stood yoked To feel the smart of horrid Death and Hell But such sweet gladsome newes thy Truth doth tell That in thy Son sith Wrath and Mercy kist Wrath hitting Him in Iustice I am mist. Which double Iustice may be equall rang'd 'Cause Sin for Grace and Grace for Sin we chang'd Thy Son my Lord was perfectly so pure As had not I on Him my Sins fixt sure And clad my selfe with his bright-shining Grace Not Him but Me Death had had pow'r t' embrace Then stead of me sith Wrath seaz'd on thy Son He ther-by Death I ther-by Life have won This is my rest I rest upon my Lord Lord let me live according to thy Word The Man in this strong confidence of his In Life in Death no whit deceived is For God on Him in Mercy doth bestow What he to him for his Christs sake doth owe. First Life of Grace with some false woes opprest Next Life of Glorie with all true joyes blest Which woes are truly called false for why They vanish straight like mists or cloudy Sky And then come-in to make od reck'nings eav'n Th' eternall true substantiall joyes of Heav'n In th' Interim whiles He is militant In honest labours He is conversant Vsing the things with sober moderation That God affords Him for his Preservation Abusing nothing ord'ring all aright As alwayes being in his Makers sight If God give much He thanks the Giver much Or if but little yet His Heart is such As He 's content for that his little serves To let Him know 't is more than He deserves 'Mongst whom He lives He lives with warie eyes That He nor envie Rich nor Poore despise And with his Equals He just equall waighes Nor up nor down for fear or favour swaies To all He 's friendly humble charitable Iust constant chearfull patient peaceable And waits all turns when with heart hands voice He may or work or rest sigh or rejoice As turns and returns turn Him many waies So still He turns his heart to pray or praise The great All-turning God who for Mans good Turn'd Death to Life hard Rocks into a flood Whose Greatness is so good Goodness so great As Mans most worthy praise when most complete Is all-unworthy the all-worthy fame To blazon-out of Gods most worthy Name Nathles to doe his best Man stands resolv'd But wishes daily that He were dissolv'd That so He might send-forth some perfect strains Of perfect glory 'mongst the glorious Trains That spend their nere-spent time in holy layes Chanting-aloud their Alleluiahs Till when 'mongst Saints on earth assembled thickly He cryes to Heav'n ô come Lord Iesus quickly Lord Iesus come the end of all I crave I crave the end of all my Soule to save To save my Soule Lord Iesus no time spend Spend though to 'gin that time time cannot end FINIS Triumphans Eus tumidus tenuis fulsi cecidi resilivi Dives inops ingens sorte dolore fide The Light and glory of the Lord is risen upon thee Isai. 60. 1. As Man aspiring penitent I stood I fell I ris ' Most rich most poore most eminent In state through woe to Bliss The Creation of Man by God who is a Spirit Omnipotent Mans perfection being made in the ●mage of God rarely understood The image of God in Man expounded The 3 persons of the Trinity resembl●d by 3 faculties in the soul. Minde Will A Power to do● As 3 Persons and but one God so divers faculties but one Soule As no priority of Persons in the Deity so neither of faculties in the Soule The image of Gods infinitie in man Memorie Vnderstanding Providēce Mans Soveraignty The excellency of the Soule● facultie● Minde Intellect Reason Will. Wit Heart Consciēce Affections Inward Senses Common-Sense Fantasie Memory Outward Senses Touching Seeing Hearing Tasting Smelling Body Head Speech Face Hands Feet Man asp●ring ●verthrew Himselfe and his posteritie The entrance of Sin The guilt and reward of Sin The effects of Sin in his Person In his Soule In his Body Manifested in his actions The wages of Sin Death temporall eternall wher-upon Man fleeth feareth God findeth him examineth his fault and proceeds to censure Satan The Serpent The Woman The Man for whose sake God curseth the earth the living creatures and all other creatures Man punished in his person by the creatures coelestiall accidentally intentionally By his Wife By his Children By his Neighbours Mans miserable condition Mans Redem●tion p●opounded and discust by the Heavenly Powers moved by Pitie granted by Mercy resisted by Iustice. They appeale to Truth Truth resolveth against Mercy and sideth with iustice Wherupon Mercy complaineth expostulateth prayeth Wrath interrupts Mercy and joineth with Iustice and Truth exalteth Gods zeal and threatneth Mans punishmēt Peace mitigateth Wrath pacifieth Iustice and Truth cheareth and animateth Mercy and admonisneth to refer the cause to Wisdome They applaud it Wisdome undertaketh it openeth it decideth it and ascribeth to every one their due Her decision is applauded Reasons Quaere to which Goodness answers Truth replieth that Reason is not yet satisfied for one alone cannot make satisfaction Whereupon Charity inciteth all the divine Powers to joyn in one for the business They all meet and promise assistance God approveth their consent and declareth how Mans Redemption shall be wrought by his Word incarnate to fulfill righteousness and to suffer punishment for Man For which work He promiseth to enable the Messias This promise was found effectuall upon the revealing of it both to Iew and Gentile CHRIST conceived and born Being one Person He is joyntly described in his Divine and Humane Nature His works His intertainment What the wo●ld thought of Him few well most ill How dearly He was affected of those ●ew How the great ones band against him The Multitude at first applaud him but after to humour their great ones deride Him They watch attache arraign condem● and kill Him The end of his death Their manner of killing Him The effects of his death His Resurrection Ascension and Glorification His comming to Iudgment Mans Naturall parts refined Mans corruption Sin ab●l●s●ed by Baptism and the Lords Supper The miseries of this life sweetned His death is made the way to eternall life where He is rewarded with joyes privative positive Hi● emploiment in Heaven His plea at the bar of Gods Iudgement The issue of his plea.

MISERIE By His DEGENERATION Mortalis vitae vitalis Mortis amara Illicitum gustans gustat avarus Homo MANS MISERIE BY HIS DEGENERATION The Argument Above which height of Bliss when He would rise Headlong He fell to depth of miseries BVt fickle Man ambitiously bent With glorious state not holding Him content Proud Lucifer-like greedy to arise To higher pitch of glorie did devise To throw Him-selfe and his Posteritie Into the lake of all extremitie Their Bodies Soules their Persons their estate By Sin Death Hell for aye to ruinate For here this Man must be considered As the main root from whence are issued The sev'rall branches of each sev'rall Man Which shall are have bin since the World began When root 's corrupt then must the branches needs Corrupted be for root the branches feeds So is 't with Him and His He drank corruption Which poys'ned Him and all his Generation For soon as He his great Creatours will Having full pow'r it freely to fulfill Did wilfully reject to choose a toy He ther-upon bad farewell to all joy By which first fault He shook hands with the Devill And promist wel-come t'ev'ry kinde of Evill For He blinde Soule misled by fond conceipt Thought Evill Good and Good a plain deceipt Then Sins like Caterpillers 'gan to swarm Or Souldjer-like by strength and mighty arm Came rushing-in upon Him and with snares Of guilt and Death bound Him and all his Heirs Foes now He finds them whom He took for friends Though all too late He sees it by their ends For though Sins seem to better our estate They are of utter ruine but the bait And Satan Syren-like doth us allure With flatt'ring shows Sins poison to procure For all Mans Pow'rs and Pers'nall Faculties Were pois'ned all chang'd their Abilities In doing well He once did well resemble The glorious God but now woe 's me I tremble So horrid thing to tell of myne own Kin He rightly represents the Devill in Pravitie of perverse disposition And active Pow'r of Dev'lish expedition Those some-time sweet abilities of Soule Not one but now deserves a sharp controwle In stead of divine knowledge th' Intellect Gross errour interteins in which respect The Rationall Pow'rs the Sensitive The Concupiscible th' Operative Are disaffected all disabled so That'mongst them all not one their office know His Wit deviseth Will resolveth Ill Reason mainteins his Act expresseth still For 's Body too his Soules fit Organon Is made unfit by his transgression To doe its office well yea well how can it Sith all corruption since hath seazed on it Its Members all must needs be slaves to Sin When all the Bodie 's held captive ther-in Which makes him to all Ill be ready bent But unto Good alwaies malevolent Such is this Monster-Cripple Devill-Man That all things ill but nothing well He can Hence errours schismes heresies in Religion Hence murthers thefts fraud in his conversation Hence to a cursed Death his Body's thrall And so 's his Soule to Death Death Infernall Where damned Ghosts of dead men raging cry They doe at once in torments live and die They die they think flames of eternall fire So burne their Soules but Death 's no whit the nigher The Man thus plung'd by cruell Sins invasion Tries though in vain to scape by sly evasion Here close He creeps lurks there behinde the trees In 's levie suit and thinks that no eye sees His Consc'ence tould Him He had God offended And if He stir He will be apprehended Yet out alas He felt within his brest The sting of guilt of horrour and unrest So restless there He could not rest at all For when He heard his dreadfull Maker call As his fear-strucken heart had made Him skour So now again the same fear driv ' Him out Grace and the fear of God who have forsook For plagues and vengeance cannot choose but look And as He fear'd so forth with it befell For this great God with wrath and fury fell Did not long hold the Man in deep suspense But censur'd Him for 's disobedience Yet first enquired how the Sin was wrought Not that He knew not but to show we ought Not rashly unto Iudgement to proceed Till that we know both circumstance and deed And as we finde by certain information Then loe to judge with due deliberation The fact with all the passages b'ing scand The Actours with their Accessaries stand All present there found guilty at the barre Hearing how they in order censur'd are Old Satan first sometime an Angell bright Like Serpent now for so He seem'd in sight 'Cause He was first of all Sin the Deviser Pretending Man ther-by should be made wiser Hence Sins of all kindes He shall covet still But above all as his most good most ill For dust of Sin and sins the dregs of Dust Though deadly poyson be his diet must But when by Sin He ayms at greatest spoil From Womans Seed He shall have greatest foil Yet He in h's horrid Den will peevish lurk And all un-seen promote his cursed work As here his foule intent He made seem fair And catcht the simple Woman by the snair Of Serpents subtiltie for which pretence Twixt their two Natures grows such hatred thence That Serpents and such creeping things shall fright Mankinde but women most upon the sight And 'bove all cattle He is cursed so He shall most basely feed most beastly goe These Accessaries served thus may serve To make 's take-heed how we make other swerve The Woman next for she t' was next offended Stood after them the first to be condemned Though Satan Father she was Mother first Of Sin and so for Sin was next accurst She had indeed both formerly conceiv'd And brought-forth Sin to Man but was deceiv'd For when she lookt for joy it turn'd to pain Not only to her selfe but to remain· To Hers and theirs for ever for our God Did lay it on that Sexe as a just rod That Women all with bitter gripings wrung With throws pangs should breed bear their yong That they should also live in strict subjection Vnto their Husbands will whose sweet direction Must be their law And so their whole desire Must subject be to what their Lords require Ye lovely Women when yee 'r loving Wives Your Husbands then doe not disquiet your lives By any kinde of unkinde imposition Nought wins them so as your kinde disposition What boots it them o're you to play the Rex Since for their help they chiefly choose your Sex To joyn with them and be their Comforters In woe at least their fellow-sufferers For see how God be-set the Man with woes Making all Natures Children turn his foes 'Cause Man Himselfe from God was now declin'd God made the Creatures all goe-out of kinde He curst the Ground or with sterility Or else with hurtfull weeds fertility Which once b'ing blest to bring-forth wholsome meat Of