full many thousands such To the Cittie Aberden at the death of Jho Fo. Ba. FAir Virgin Mother Widow-like lament Thy Martiall Son and Lamb-like lover lost Peirs everie ear and place with thy complent Whill they admire that are remotest most Apend thy plaints to everie Pole and post Chalcographiz'd with Charecters of wo And let thy grief 's vpon thy Goun b'ingrost That everie eie may see thy sorrow so O silent sad and greiued may thou goe Since to thy wracks this wrack is ioyn'd the worst For dreadfull Death hes by one bitter blo One of thy firmest forts vnfreindly forst And maind the of an of thy members strong That boore thy burden louingly and long To the defunct his spouse DEere fruitefull vine alone to languish left Let not thy clusters through thy care decay Though raging Death hes by all reason reft And out of time hes hint thy heid away Take thou on Thee to be the staffe and stay And beare thair birth and all the load alone That both aliue in loue togidder ay You to this houre haue gladly vndergone Through mourning much and out of measure moue No not thy selfe nor put in perill those To whom thou must be All and th' only one Except the Lord to place in the repose Wherefore praise God and take in patience this Thy husbands death from bail brought to his blis To his courteous freind T. B. GIue quick engines that trusting to attaine The height of Honour and a liuing Fame With penning of their Poesies prophane Should purchase praise and winne a noble Name What then braue Buck should be thy part herein That shawes the sortow of the Soule for sinne For while as foorth some busied be to bring The bad inuentions of their boyling Braine Thou happie Thou harps on an higher string And showes a Man regenerat again Wherefore we should Thee thanks most gratefull giue Because a woeb much worthier Thou wiue While wordly Writers witles and vnwise Be full of folies and of friuole fraits Thy pen and paines to profit moir tho'applies And both diuine and worthily thou wraites Than since thou such a sacred subiect sings Flie with the pens of praise and honours wings VPON THe DEATH OF THE WORshipfull M. Alex. Cheyn Commisser of Aber. NOw now at last and nought while now haue I Put a Catastroph to this course of cair World Flesh and Feind your forces J defie Your works are wrought your mights may nowe no mair Now I am quit and from your cummers clair Graue Hell and Sinne your powers J despise Death is the dore through Faith ye step aud stair That makes my soule mount sore and skall the skies Albeit the bones left here consuming lies Yet certainly J am assur'd they shall To rest and ring in their Redeemer rise Since Sathan Sinne the graue death hell and all That Lyon strong and yet a louing Lamb Tryumphantly vpon the crosse o'rcame An description of the World WHat is this World a Theater of woe A golfe of greif that still the greater growes A Faire where fooles are flitting to and fro A Sea of sorrow that still ebs and flowes A Forge where Belial the bellowes blowes A Shippe of sensuall Soules neir sunk for sinne Whair ramping Rage is Ruther-man and rowes A wratched Vail full of all Vice within A Booth of busines where restles rin To wrack himselfe the wicked worldly worme A deadly Den of dolor and of din An onstai'd stage of state a strife a storme Th'vnquiet Court of discontent and Cair The Place of Pride and well-spring of Dispaire A desire of an Repentant spirit WOuld God my Soule for sinne such sorrow felt As could cause Me spend al my time in Tears Would God my Heart would euerie moment melt And for my faults be fraughted full of feares Would God my flesh that fights and battell beares Against the powers of the spreit would spair And rest from wrastling and their jnward weares That does augment and bot increase my cair Would God my Plaints could penetrat the Air To purchase Peace to my perplexed Spreit And neuer cease t'assend nor rest but whair Thay face for face might with th'Almightie meit To pray him for a pardon and a place Vnto Repentance godlines and grace An admonition to the Soule to watch POore sillie Soule thou sees not how are set Thy fatall foes about the in a Ball The Feind and Flesh Thee in the gyues to get Of lothsome Lust and pleasures sensuall They will obiect All what may frame thy fall And cast before the Beautie for a bait Opinions strange fals and hereticall Promotion Riches Honour and Estate All what they can find out for to defait And with thy God to get the in disgrace They will essay each secular conceit To hold the from thy heauenly Fathers face Heirfore on him prepare the to depend He onely may the from thy foes defend Invocation to the Lord Iesus to saue the wounded soule O Sonne of God Silo sweet sauiour Thou that my sheild and my assistance art The pretious oyntments of thy pitie poure Into my Soule and wofull wounded heart I 'le prostrat Me in publict and in part My former fowle offences to confesse My secret sinnes sore makes my Soule to smart And I am wofull for my wickednes With hiest vp hands and hartly humblenes I pray the pardon my impietie Thy word divine my God grants me regres And bids me seek the sweet societie For thou art ay says the Apostle Paull At hand to help the wofull wounded Saull A Prayer for apaising of the Plague OVr wicked liu's hes wakned Lord thy wrath In kindling it for our iniquitie Jt maks thee blowe this thy devouring breath To punish vs for our impietie Our fall's and faults hes forc'd thee to let flee At the Noone day thy Arrows Pestilent Yet in thy mercies Lord remember Wee Are thy owne Sons on whom the same is sent Albeit thy Bow against our breasts be bent And thou the Rod does hold into thy hand We hope thou will inspire vs to repent And from th' Infection last releif the Land That in the greatnes of her greef does grone Looking O Lord for thy releif alone Vpon the Death of a verteous young man Wm. Ke. WIth-hold thy haist spair Passinger thy pace And marke amongs those Marble Monuments This Graue yet grene and litle ludge alace And thereon spend some parte of thy complents Mourne mourne with Mee a Miriad of laments And on th' Interr'd streams of thy tears distill Whoe 's want the Wise both pitties and repents And whill They liue the Verteous all they will Their plaints powre out disperse effund and fill The Continent her Caverns with their cryes For never shall their Sorrows cease not whill They deaue the Dead into those lairs that lyes For trust thou me this terren Tomb contains A Relict rare a godlie Young-mans Bains PROSOP OF THE DEFVNCT TO his lamenting friends 2. A Paise your plaints since
borne to bide Of Nothing all all vnto Nothing must Revert and turne Death will in end devore And flesh transchange to filth as a before Disdaine those base and lowest earthlie things Flie through the skies vnto his burning throne Whose blessed sight to the beholders brings Be meere affection and his loue alone Those sacred holie benefits and blest Peace wealth and ease content and quiet rest Abandon then those all alluring baits Which to the Soule frams ruine and decay Be not infected with those frivole fraits That are in heavenlie happines a stay So in the earth your Names shall be renownd And in the heavens with Christ coheird crownd Non est mortale quod opto NOt mortal no nor earthlie is my aime Nor point's it to great Powers or empir's To Favours fraill nor to officious Fame Nor is it sworn to sensuall desires Nor wold I wish what worldlings covet most Glore got with ease and with lesse labor lost No tracking trash nor transitorious things Not Mammons muck that Mundans most on muse Impeds my Sprit which still aspiring springs That onely and Eternal good to chuse Which Spirits bad nor Angels blest aboue Not in a point can alter change or moue No bot it is that pure impassiue Spirit That ere all time was shall and onely is Good just and wise immortall infinit God all in all all onely is my wishe For in the same excessiuelie I shall Haue infinit and what I wold haue all VPON THE HONORABLE the Laird of Tolquhon ATtend come view behold here shall you see Into this graue as in a stealed glasse The suddaine change of men that mortall bee Now men now metamorphos'd in a masse Now paill and wan that even now vitall was Now braue now blyth now bodie but a breath Now flesh and blood now are we dust and asse Now like to liue now subject vnto death Now firie is now frosen hard our faith Now faithfull friends now false and fained foes Now patient now angrie full of wraith Now filthie weid now fragrant like the rose Now pampred vp like painted pots are wee And drosse againe in twinkling of an eie 2. REligion laiks out of this land a lampe Thou Publict-well weep for thy member may Thou Vertue wants the Captaine of thy camp Thou Countrey him that did thee honour ay You Poore haue lost that seldome said you nay You Friends your best and onely permanent Vnto you sex the damnage done this day What pithie pen in paper can imprent Truth Vertue Friends Well Countrey Poore lament His death to you that deutie did discharge And wroght with wit and wisdome to invent But others losse your limits to inlarge Then sex in one come honour now his death A liue who to dishonour you was leath To the Countrey where he lyes OF Buchan ground thou hes in graue thy glore And of thy Lairds the light within thee lyes Thou keeps his corps that best could thee decore And was be vote amongs the wisest wyse Thou does depresse that causd thee to arise And made thy Fame in everie Firth to flee His Trophee then Eternall maks thee twise First that thou bred one worthie such as hee Next that his bones should in thee buried bee And though thou Earth his earthlie joints enjoy Devised made and destinate to die Yet doubtles death dow never his deeds destroy For thought ye both do your deuour in this Fame and Remembrance shall amend your mis. Prosop to his liuing friends CEase mortall men for me mourne ye no more You griue your God and craibs him but a cause Ye follow fast though that I go before Death for thee last be course each of you knowes The daily dead you sure example showes You weep in vaine your mourning Me dismaies Ye get no wrong God sheares bot where he sow's Your childish plaints your weaknes lo bewrais Think after Death what state stil for you staies Pray with S. Paul for dissolution syne Think not by Death the better part decaies Bot think that death men worldlie maks divine The Scripture says we shall dissolue not die Then wait the houre and mourne no more for mee Vpon his deare friend Mr. A. M. GIflosse of friends if damnage great or skaith May moue to mourne to waill or to lament The first I think the greatest of them baith Yneugh for me and a fit argument Too much for those not toucht with such intent For friendes or Fortune once to mone or moue To all I say this is sufficient Agreing to all harmed Mens behoue Prick with the spur and force of onfold loue To such a one as by a just desert Sould longer liu'd bot weerds I you reproue And curst be thou death with thy dreadfull dart That in the spring and prime time of his yeere Hath from his being brought him to his Beere Vpon the verteous and worthie Virgin Helen Chein INjurious Death thy rage is but regarde No reason reuls where once thou gets a rest With reprobats the right reap's like rewarde The godles good the mein and mightiest Thy dart to dust does reddie bring the best And ay thou wretch the worthiest invyes As on this Maid thou hes made manifest That here interd into this Temple lyes The wisest wight that Nature could devise Whose Fame thy force and furie shall confound When from each pen her praise proceid thou spies Then Death all shall to thy disgrace redound And where she rests shall be inrold thy rage For marring her in morning of her age Vpon the honorable the Laird of Corss THe glorious Gods ô seldome wonder strange Drest in their dule convoied all with cair Wrath for thy wrack all willing to revenge Thy wrong down from the watrie voulted Air Hes left the Heavens their habitations thair Thy dolent death to quite it if they can The thundring Ioue to magnifie thee mair Hes vou'd to venge vpon the Sprit's that span Thy threid so thin the mightie Mars say's than The spoyls of death shall grace the graue aboue In spight of death in witnes that thou wan Of all the Gods the favour grace and loue Apollo last laments thee with the laue And vow's t'ingraph thy glore aboue thy graue Vpon the honorable I. Irv. of Pet. LIke as the Date or silver plumed Palme That planted is vpon an open plaine But helpe of hedge to keep it close and calme From v'olent winds and from the rapping raine Does vpright rise and levell like a rash And blooming bears her frute and floorish fresh So he that back as to his mothers womb This quiet Caverne and this silent Cell Returned is into this terrene tombe Against those foes the World the Devill and Hell He stoutlie stroue throgh force of faith strength And Iacob-like here Victor-lyes at lenth DIALOG VPON THE DEATH OF P. F. Baillie of Aberden CIVES STay stranger thou that so preceislie spyes With earnest eies and on those Graues does gaze Look here below where thou
whill thou art here There lay thy compt a Crowne To conquesse and atchyue Here throughlie think that there the life Ay lasting thou must liue Here guide thee so atlest To grow in grace begin From hollow of thy heart to hate Iniquitie and sin Prepare provision here And make thee in some measure There onely there for to extruct A never tracking treasure And there to dwell here must Th'endevours be addrest Where ever and perpetuallie Is pleasure peace and rest And where in full of joy 's The just and blessed byd's But change beyond all date of day's All termes all times and tyd 's Where Mourning shall in Mirth Losse be exchanged in Gaine And where Mortalitie refind Immortall shall remaine EIDEM SInce Death distresse wrack wretchednes and woe Since mourning and since miserie to Man Peculiar are and thy adherents O! Why should thou start and strange esteme them than Since Policie nor power carnall can Divert remoue nor in a point preveine Thy danger or Misfortune fatall whan To sease on thee too sharplie they are seene No Kingdoms Crowns no Kin nor Consobrein Nor nothing here that being hes nor Breath Not Tyrants with their Terrors can retein The vildest worme from dying once the Death Since nought can Death nor sorrows saif from thee Lamenting liue and living learne to die In what a Labarinthian sink of sin In what a Maze in what a miserie Into what greef and with what grons begin The Dulfull dait of Mans Nativitie Woe weeping Care and cryes continuallie Are at his Birth and at his Burial both In sicknes sore or sorrows suredlie The Time twixt Life and Death he groning goth So sillie Man does bot lament and mourne Whill to the ground his Grandame he returne He weeps when from the bellie he is borne And enters first the stage distilling tears So to the world he mourning giu's gud-morne And as he liu's so to lament he lears His lewd-led-life occasion giu's of fears Feare breeds complaints perplexities and paine So thus his life it vanishes and wears He comes in greef and groning goes againe Lamenting first he looks vpon the light Lamenting last he giues againe good-night To the same honorable Ladie MElpomine al Murners Tragick Muse Some unknowne kinde of sadest sable chuse T' invest thy selfe there-with whereby thou may Expreslie more divulgat and bewray Thy care and cause all Creaturs to ken Thy grieu's more great nor 's ordinar to men Convene thy wits vse all thy Airt and skill For words thou wont to write now Tears distil And vnto Tritone that the Trident bears Pay triple tribute of salt brimmish tears Desire thy sweet and sacred Sisters fine To trim their Harps to tragick toons like thine And pray your Prince Apollo for to borrow Some of Neptunus tears to show your sorrow Th'Arrabick gulphe the East nor Ocean seas Shall b'insufficient to suffice your eies Although ye should yea recolect the raine And gathred all in drops disgorg't againe Yet all this should not plentie proue nor store Thy departure dear Ladie to deplore No thought they all that liue of humane line Coelestiall signes and Dieties divine And all that care can kno or sorrow see Should too tear-wash this terren Tomb with me Though th' Echoing Air it murmour should and mone Tho light-foot winds shold whissel their grifs grone And though the fire ascend be Nature light As sorrowfull to see so sad a sight And th' Earth aggrieud her Entrels hudge should teare Most discontent thy burdenn dead to beare Although the shyning Sun himselfe should shrowd Most carefull for thy cause within a cloud And though the Clouds lamenting looke and lowre And tears for raine vpon the planes should powre Though brutish Beasts should brey burst rage rore And schools of Fish seeme t'ambiset the shore All mourning in their maner to the end Their heavines to haue vs apprehend Though Creeping things and flights of Fowles al-whair Deiue with their din the deiphs the earth the Air And though that Monster many mouthed Fame Thy onely praise should publish and proclame Still elevat aboue the Rounds and rear-it And blaz't abroad al 's far as Fame can bear-it And it in Diamonds indent and masse Jt into Marble and in bookes of Brasse And last though Men in numbers infinite Should in complaints consume and spend their sprit And be so sad as never seene was such Murne what they may they can not murne too much Although their backs the black doole bages bear's Though mournfull minds too testifies their tears And though with lynes lugubrious and sad Thy Coffin they haue covered and spred Yea though they should conglomerat and joine All th' earthl ' ingens with those the best abone And then draw from the Thesaurie of Arts On perfectlie perfect in whole and parts Yet should he not ineugh deplore and praise Thy Death and thy Deserving in thy daies Vpon he honest and vertuous Ag. Chal. THese be the treasours that this Tombe containes Earth dust and ashe much pampred in our pride Now but a band of bosse and bloodles bains That but short time here in their beauties bide Flesh is most fraile and suddantly does slide No durance is nor certentie of daies No mortall men hes wherein to confide But in the Lord through Christ the Scripture saies So while each one their part like Stagers plaies Vpon this worlds vaine Theatre I wold They learnd to die vnto the Lord alwaies So for to rest inregistred and rold Amongs the happie companie of those To life elect be mercie love and choise Vpon the Right honourable A. I. of Drum Fame COme me the Herold of the heauens behold Remembrance mouth and neuer dying Fame Tongue vnto Time and Trenchman vncontrold Reporter cheefe and Publisher supreame In Ioyfull Thesis or in tragick Theame VVhat be aboue or in the Earth belaw By Prouidence preordain'd to proclaime Jn swiftest sort to signifie and shaw The will decrees Occurrents now and then Of Gods eternall and of mortall Men. Truth Vertue Loue Faith Pietie and Peace Prest with complaints importun'd and oprest Their Synode set this Sepulture the place This Death their Dolor to dilate a drest In mourning manner for to manifest What all the liuing and this Land hath lost A Baron bold of blood an of the best A mundane Mirrour but a Match almost A perfect Paterne plenished withall The excellent and virtues Cardinall Each one of these are damnified by daith Each one of these are wounded with this wrack Each one of these are iustly wrongd and wraith To each of these an Louer is in lackt Each one of these with Death their band shal break To honour him and in Remembrance haue And each of these hes sworne this for his sake For to ingrosse his graces on his graue And hing on high aboue his honours Herse His worthines and vertues into verse Receiue then Earth and in thy bosome lay This fragill frame in substance like thy sell A
Man of mold conuerted into clay Whose Truth and whose jntegritie to tell Leaue vnto Me the restles ringing Bell Time Death nor Age shal in Obliuion bring Nor from my Troumpe his passing praise expell Altho that death or'threw the earthly Thing The heauenly half is hence to heauen againe Which both by me remembred shall remaine VPON THAT HONORABLE AND worthie Gent. M. Patrik Cheyn of Rainstone WHat both thy worth what thou was to wriet What hapines and honour here thou had What prouidence and prudencie of spreit And what a life beloued thou hes led Needs not be pens of Poets be exprest That of it selfe is so made manifest Thy loue to freinds and to thy countrie wee l Who could not know thy constancie and Cair Vnto this Citie syne and Common-weell Of all an most affected euermair Deseruing weell of both thou was I wait Since for thy graue their greife is now so great An Ieme an Iewell and a chosen Cheyne A Cheane both be thy Nature and thy Name Vnto this Burgh thou euermair hes beene But death alace soone sundered the same Aud from all common cummers hes conuoi'd Thee thee to heauen in whom we iustly ioi'd THE CONTENTS AND SVMME of the Authors his Christian Knight Translated PErmit and let thy louing lookes alight And with wel-willing eies vouchsafe to view The young vnwise aud wilfull wandring Knight Drest in apparell and an habit new Which in a ground and barren Garden grew Almost vnworthy to be worne and Èit The Portrat right the Type the Figure true And very viue Anatomie of wit To monstrate these the Misses we commit And make them all be sensible and seene Yea th' image and the Idea is it That represents most Efauld to the eyne The nat'rall man imprudent and prophane Be grace of God regenerate againe 2 OF Sathans snares that souls incites to sin Here is detected the vndoubted Truth And all that may inveit to vice whairin Oft falls th'vndanted and rebellious youth Here are the sinns deciphered of slouth Of Misbeleefe of Malice and Envie And heir of sinne also to drench the drouth The Well diuine and spring of verrue spie Heir is the Touch where thou may truly trie If thou hes fully faithfull beene befoir And here are perfect plasteres to apply To salue the soule and to heale sound her soare And here as in a mirrour markthou may To life or death the right or radie way At the death of the right honourable Sir J. Wisehart of Pettarro Kn. THe world it is a Theater and Men The Actors are vpon this statelie stage Whereof some yong some midlings now and then Some in the verie Euening of their age Presents themselfs preparde to play their page Yet in a moment suddenlie and soone As poasting Palmers poast a Pilgrimage They dryving o'r we dow decerne haue doone And glyds into the Graue the Den of Death That each one for his place retering hath Yet Death nor this the Graue vnto the good Nor should affright no nor dismay them must Albeit the boulke the marrow bons and blood They reconvert in Ashes Earth and Dust. For Iesus Christ th'Omnipotent and just From both he struke the sting and stayd that strife To all that in his mercies truelie trust And plainlie made them Ledders vnto life Whereby to Heaven that glorious Scene t' ascend Triumphand Actors ever more but end Men should not then too much bot measure mourne Nor for their Friends impatientlie deplore Who as they take long ere their Time returne And goe to graue their hours prefix'd before Wherein they doe their Maker moue the more Whill thus at his appointments they repine And with their groning derogats his glore Which in his great Synedrione divine H'apoints that all that ever breathd and bee Should ere they liue taste the first death and d ee Death is the Port of Peace Restrent from strife Place of Repose Conclaue of all Content The gate to Glore the Line that leeds to Life The way of flesh that worldlings ever went It was the battering Bombard Iesus bent To break and brvse the Serpent and our Sin Jt was the Ramme that Heauens-strong Ramperds rent To make Men mount and easilie enter in In Sion sure saif sanctified for Them The heavenlie holie new Ierusalem To his verie louing friend Mr. T. M. A Mortall man Immortalized now This earthlie Vrne this compond caskat keeps Call'd from the Cairs that crosse and cumber you Content in Christ here sound and softlie sleeps Flesh blood and bones the slouchs and truelie typ's Of the restrained and imprisond sperit Wherein oprest as from a Pit it peeps Jmmast are now in mold a Mantion meet Preordaind for the verie best albeit They by their birth be of Basilik blood For Death that all devours thus does decreit All flesh shall to the creeping frie be food And men howsoev'r in pleasurs Seas they suom Once shall confind be in a terrene Tomb. TO A COVRAGIOVS YOVNG MAN William Keith who for his Countries honour slew an Englishman and suffered for the same WOld not the Ghost of that great Greek be glade That paind so much to pen a Pagans praise Jf he the happines or honor had To be a liue now dead into thir daies To make his tongue a trump t'impen and blase Through all the Anguls of the Vniverse Into most loftie and most learned layes And in more then his wonted wondrous verse To cause couragious Keyth thy praise to perse Al 's well the Spheirs as that lowe place of paine And in thy honor here vpon thy Herse To leaue thir lyn's for ever to remaine Here lyes a youth who for his Countreys cause A Saxon slew sine suffred be the Laws 2. TO silence time thy praise shall never put Nor once Envy thy ventrous worth shall wrong No though the graue vpon thy gore doe glut Whill man is man thy laud shall liue so long Thy fact to Fame sure shall become a song And valiant Will'am thou shall ever more Be memoriz'd and mentioned among Those Gallants that haue gaind and gotten glore Thy famous friends for fensing a-before Their Natiue Soyle from ferce and faithles foes As Cronicles their kinde for to decore And Kamus Crosse their vpset Trophies choes So with thy Friends thy Fame shall flee stout Keith Altho thou boght it dearlie with thy deith 3. WHat was his kindnes and his courage keene Belgick thy broyls a Record best can bair Where he broght vp neere from his Birth hes beene Nought bot to make his martiall minde grow mair Wherefore thou justlie should erect and rear To Mars his Man a martiall Monument Since that he as a sojour serving thair Into thy querrell willing and content His Blood oft-tims in thy employments spent And this more too to grace and do thee good Vpon thy foes thy praises he did prent In Crimson Red and Characters of blood To honor him then thou hes mater much And of our Soyle
appoint fit places for the Sphaeres From th'Earthlie Orbs destinct and severall Which we grosse Mortals marvels and admirs His Providence and Power plaine appears In th' artificiall forming of this Frame Whose various works dilucidats and cleirs Into the sure concerving of the same His wondrous wit exceeding all ingins Of Seculars and of the best Divins Vpon the certaintie of death and the vncertaintie of the houre NOthing then death more certaine is we see Yet nor the houre incertaine nothing more Than if as thou were eu'rie day to die Gouerne thy selfe and learne to liue therefore So shall thou not neede for to count nor cair Whence death shall come how when nor whair Jt is this life here well or lewdly led That this first Death makes dreidfull now or no Jf in misdeeds thy dayes thou driue then dred And full of dolor is this Death and O Perplexed so and so annoy'd that None Can wee l the passions of the spreit expone For all that thou hes done vnto that day Thy secret sinnes thy seene and publict shall Dismasked all arryue into array T' accuse the in thy Conscience and call The to account so spatious and large That Liuers lewd can scarsely scarse discharge Man his Immoderate care for transitorious things OVr labours studies exercise and Paine And for this corps is our continuall cair For why t' acquire thairto some gloir or gaine No perrill nor impietie we spair VVeneuer leaue bot labours late air And for t' attract vile trash we neuer tyre Like frantick fooles and furious we fair VVhile we possesse that wherunto w'aspire Through per'lous paths salt seas and flashing fire But Prouidence we passe we post we Ply For to enioy the depth of our desire No nought the night in quiet can we lie Bot puts vnto all hazards but a Host The Soule to Christ that did so deerely cost Meanes how to bridle the carnall desires of men NOthing so fit to danton the desires And appetites of fragill fleshly Men That so much raignes and ouer them empires Nor with considred Conscience to ken And wisely wey what is this Bodie that They fearce so full and dresse so delicat VVould they consider and bot sight the same And but selfe loue these circumstances see VVhat is their kind whairof compound they came And then how short here thair abydings be Or at the least how much incertaine since One houre they are and or an vther hence Or would men mortall meditate and marke Of Nothing how the great Creator choosd To frame so fair the worlds most wondrous wark And from no monstrous masse but forme confusde As Fablers fain into their wanton verse Created He the boundles Vniverse And how of th' Earth the grossest Element He all the kinds of Creatures compones And how th' Artificer most Excellent Thair fragill flesh thair Bodies blood and bones Did make of mater most despisd and basse The Earth her dust her excrements and ashe Thus that they are wold they bot well aduise Dung dust and ash which so aliue they loue And looke againe when dead but life one lies How putrid and vnpleasant soone they prooue These would they wey view warlie and adart They should not then so primp the Earthly part Comparison hetwixt the bed and the Graue THe bed which most for our repofe we haue Whairin the nat'ral night we softly sleepe May fitly be compared to the graue That these our corps when they are cold does keep And not vnto that Den or Dreadfull deepe Whairin the damn'd shall dying neuer dye Bot thair in euer skalding lead shall sleepe And euermoir eternal Torments trie Jnto our Couch we sensles seeme and lie As if no braith were in our breasts nor braine Bot once our sleeping termes expir'd we spie And cleirly knowes we liuely grow againe So in the graue that of the dust is drest A little time and then to rise we rest Of the breuitie and miseries of man his life THis transitorious time And present passing life The Scripture cals an Pilgrimage A trauell way a strtfe Because continually Jt but all resting rins And plies vnto an end fra once Jt enters and begins For like as they whom ships Or wheeled coatches carrie Altho they either sit or sleepe They tine no time nor tarrie Bot as with wings and wind Supported they proceed Though they their passage cannot spy And spurring posts with speed So eu'ry one of vs Albeit we busied be With worldly works and plainely so Cannot perceiue nor see Our life of little length Like waxen tapers spend Yet but dignoscing driues our daies And we draw to our end The Posts and passengers As many gaits they goe So much they see and hauing seene They seeke no more and so What in their way they view Before them what they finde They gaze vpon then goes and leaues What they beheld behinde As forward then they fair Before them set they see Most wondrous worthie works t'invit the most envyous eie Which for a while th'admire As glorious rich and rare Yet they returne to travell on And may not tarie there Thereafter Middows Fields And Pastures plaine they spy Whereat they wonder and they gaze And gazing they go by Then in their progresse they They obviat and meete Sometime with silver Sanded Streams Some sowre some sharp some sweet Sometimes with Fountains fresh And Conduits cristalene And oft with Orchards full of frute And Forrests grassie grene Which for a time content They visie and rejoes Bot shortlie satiat with the sight They take their gaits and goes Where they before them finde A wilde vnpleasant way Of thistles thornes and brears where they Constrained are to stay Yet with great greef and paine Woe and vexation sore These perlous paths they over passe Then minds on them no more Suchlike some one will be Incarcerat and cast Jn firmance or in prison put And therein fettered fast Vext and afflicted too Or to the torment taine Yet all these greefs he will forget If he b'inlargd againe Even so with vs it is One moment we do meete With many most delightfull things All pleasant to the Sperit An other while we finde Displeasant Greefs most grosse And Sorrows that excedinglie Our cheef Contents does crosse Yet all our greefs and game Jnto an houre O nay Jnto a moment they shall melt And vanish will away In publict paths we see A new imprinted passe Anone an other with his foot That foor-step doth deface An other comes and with His dust-depressing dint Incontinent he does cancell His Predicessours print And thus our nat'rall life Whereof we make so much And mainlie muses to mentaine Js it not see you such Saith Basile ask and speir At these thy grow's and grange Vnto thy days how many Names They vse to chop and change Some-time they did belong To such a one and sine An other did possesse the same And lastlie they are thine Perhaps some other yet Shall in thy