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A44052	Sion and Parnassus, or, Epigrams on severall texts of the Old and New Testament to which are added [brace] A poem on the Passion, A hymn on the resurrection, ascention, and feast of Pentecost / by Iohn Hoddesdon.	Hoddesdon, John, fl. 1650.	1650 (1650)	Wing H2295; ESTC R35999	48,372	143

strange So choosing thou wert proud of such a change Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God then to enjoy the pleasures of sinne for a season esteeming the reproch of Christ c. ch 11. v. 25 26. Cheap pennieworth affliction when such gain It brings and quits with so much joy our pain Cheap bought yet dearly too since 't doth conferre On us what is both precious and dear Who then can Moses discommend that he Suffer'd reproches so contentedly In case he had deny'd to bear them then He had deserv'd reproch from all good men The Epistle of the Apostle S. JAMES For as the body without the spirit is dead even so c. ch 2. v. 26. YOu boast of faith you say too you have set It safe like jewels in a cabinet Why say you not and I should credit give Almost as soon a carrion corps doth live That doth not breathe nor 's thy faith joyn'd with works I 'd sooner take a charitable Turks And for your cabinet you keep it there So safe that we shall never see 't I fear Therefore to him that knoweth how to do well and doth is not to him it is sinne ch 4. v. 17. Oft with my self as I have musing sate Weighing the foolish and the wise man's state I 've doubtfull been which I might judge the best The wise man knows much good but doeth least The senselesse doltish Idiot without wit Knows nought and naught is able to commit The first Epistle of the Apostle S. PETER For it is better if the will of God be so that ye suffer for well doing then for evil ch 3. v. 17. AFflictions are like med'cines if they be Giv'n to sound bodies go down currently And trouble not but if distempers grow And make the stomach queazy 't is not so They purge and scoure and search till nought remain That 's an ill humour then comes out again So 't is with us If we our selves prepare And with no great offence corrupted are Afflictions seem more sweet but if there lie Upon the soul some foul enormity The burden weighs more heavy and our God Seems angry strikes hard with his iron rod. If I must of that bitter purge partake May 't be for triall not for my sins sake But it is unto them according to the proverb The dog is returned to his own vomit and the some that was washed to her wallowing in the mire ch 2. v. 22. ep 2. When thou art purg'd and cleans'd hast bin Be carefull lest again thou sin Behold the sheep that once being wash't Is wary lest she should be dash't For otherwise 't would labour be in vain To wash to filth to filth to wash again The first Epistle of JOHN He that loveth not knoweth not God for God is love ch 4. v. 8. OUr God is love then why should we Live thus in wrath and enmity The blessed Trinity teach us love That we the liker them may prove To tie true-love's-knots now begin But yet at variance be with sin The second Epistle of JOHN For he that biddeth him God speed is partaker of his evil works v. 11. TO bid an evil man God speed 'S to be partaker of his deed But if unwittingly I spake My self I conscious did not make But must I first his businesse know Whether it lawfull be or no What need of that leave him to God And unto his revengefull rod Pray then that such who unto sins are bent God would with speed bring them to punishment The third epistle of JOHN But I trust I shall shortly see thee and we shall speak face to face v. 14. A Greater blisse then peace no man can have He that gave peace no doubt all things else gave Peace is the chief of graces for those were Indeed no graces which at discord are They as the Poets fain are link'd in one And virtue makes the full conjunction Behold how this one peace doth prosp'ring blesse All temporall affairs with wish'd successe The earth yields her increase each under 's vine Sits down in peace and drinks of his own wine More joy I cannot wish you then farwell The peace of God be with you where you dwell The epistle generall of JUDE Yet Michael the Archangel when contending with the devil and disputing about the body of MOSES durst not blame him with cursed speaking but said The Lord rebuke thee ver 9. WHat argument of pro and con there was With them I mean not to dispute the case This onely I am certain of the one Would bring no railing accusation For 't was as farre below him to contend In bitter words as was that ugly feind A body mov'd this strife at first 'twixt those Who had no bodies incorporeall foes Michael in his mild words without dispute His words did to mild Moses nature suit The Revelations of JOHN The Revelation of Jesus Christ. ch 1. v. 1. THis revelation in your minds up hoord See Christ the word revealed in his word Behold he cometh with clouds c. ch 1. v. 7. With clouds he comes a cloudy day 't will be With those Lord Jesus who despised thee But to the Saints happy thrice happy houre Those clouds shall melt in a sweet honey showre I am he that liveth and was dead ch 1. v. 18. No death could have the power over thee Thou freely did'st submit thy self to die Thou now dost live in sinnes Lord I am dead Joyn me a member to thy self the head Be thou faithfull unto the death c. ch 2. v. 10. Hast thou begun well so persever Runne on thy race and alter never Hell is their portion who begin In piety and end in sinne And this will be another hell To think that they began so well And I will give thee a crown of life ch 2. v. 10. In the bright throne thou shalt be set About thy head a coronet Thy faithfulnesse and constancy Shall be resounded in the skie And to have got this fame with such renown Shall adde a greater lustre to thy crown I am Alpha and Omega ch 22. v. 13. God's the worlds Alpha its creatour He formed all the works of nature He 'll be the worlds Omega to Bring to wicked men great WO. Here 's first and last for th' middle man who is' t Who can that be but Mediatour Christ Aliud ch 22. v. 13. God doth himself Alph ' and Omega call Yet no beginning hath no end at all Blessed are they that do his commandments ch 22. v. 14. O shut not up the book Ere you a little further look A sweet encouragement Read it i th' close is sent The tree of life is yours Who do endeavour to your pow'rs Gods precepts to fulfill i th' best abode The tree shall yield more fruit to you then you to God Even so Lord Jesus come quickly ch 22. v. 20. Make haste Lord Jesus quickly come And take my wandring spirit home Too long it hath been pleas'd

Lord 's yet on the Crosse but in the even Joseph takes heart of grace prayes to be given To him Christs body Pilate hears him gives What Judas sold by him whose guilt he lives His body is embalm'd O could there be A sent more aromatick then was he Could ought more sovereign then himself be had Heav'ns sovereign precious balm of Gilead Wrapt up in fine white sindon which how e're Cannot his whiter innocence come near Clothe me with that pure raiment that I may Appearing at the last and generall day Not daunted at that great mutation Be found to have my wedding garments on His tomb 's prepared of no rare Architect With Imagery of Persian marble deckt What other ornament could that grave need Wherein our Lord did deign to lay his head From any former dusts pollution free Gods holy one must no corruption see But soft I am too rash that thus dare venture Boldly into this hallow'd place to enter Yet oh e're back I step 't is all I crave To leave my sins behind me in his grave Alas the day-star's clouded from my sight Alas the day rather alas the night The Sun of righteousnesse is set and I Groping to find the way i th' dark must cry At once my Saviour Lord why leav'st thou me The Sunne of righteousnesse is set to rise After repose more splendent in our eyes The Sun of glory 's set what should we do But turn our glory into sadnesse too Set in a sea of bloud who 's he forbears At least to bathe him in a sea of of tears The Sun of glory 's set and I have done Setting a period here with him my Sun An Hymn on the Resurrection of our Lord and Saviour JESUS CHRIST 1 HE 's rose not death the power could have To keep him longer in the grave His dusty spoils among He 's rose who set before to rise With greater splendour in our eyes And with him rise my song 2 This tomb in which inclos'd did lie Mortall immortalitie Left widdow'd since he went Though him it could not keep shall be Conserv'd it self in memory Be its own monument 3 How dire a journey did he take Of three dayes travell for our sake Riding his progresse on Conquering even death it self and making The damned fiends agast stand quaking In their own region 4 Who could a fitter Nuncius choose Then some bright cherub for this news Tidings so sweet they are As might create a strife to tell Which doth the other most excell The news or messenger 5 Let superstitious Persians follow With bent knees their ador'd Apollo From his Sabeans nest But my devotions course shall run An heliotropium to that Sun Arising in the East 6 Nor let Astrologers divine Because two sunnes together shine Death will ensue but rather Life which benignely flows from hence Shewn by combined influence Of Spirit Son and Fathèr An Hymn on the glorious Ascension of our Lord and Saviour Iesus Christ 1 MAke clear thy opticks Soul and view If wonder gives thee leave to see Heav'n comes to claime from earth it 's due Who not content is forc'd t' agree The principall shee holdes it best To pay yet keeps the interest 2 But loth her Lord so soon should hence From some low vaile shee would not let Him part but lingring brought her prince To th' top of high mount Olivet From whence an envious cloud in spight Doth ravish him from humane sight 3 What joyes Heavn's Hierarchy among What peales of Hallelujah's ring The glorified quire ' ginne throng Together to salute their King There gladnesse is on earth greifes swell Wrath envy black despaire in Hell 4 Now thou art rais'd why lingers heere Thy servant in this vale of wo Let him be fixed in a spheare With thee not wander heere below Let him a starre no planet prove A signe in heaven of thy love 5 My loadstone's set aloft attract With thy magnetick force my soule That touched with faiths lively act May turne to thee as to the Pole These are my Oraisons which god fulfill And Christ's ascension bids me hope he will A Hymn on the day of Pentecost 1 HAile o day so highly famed Brighter be thou still returning For thy candour aye be named A white a blest a glorious morning 2 In whose just praise my muse now writing Feares this honour'd feast she wronges Wanting whilst she is reciting What those Saintes had the guift of tongues 3 Tongues as diverse and as many As upon th' Apostles fell Yet amongst them all not any But kindled by the fire of zeale 4 Those their tongues were clove asunder Their praises I intend to joyne Till all as much are fill'd with wonder As they supposed to be with wine 5. But soft rash muse no further venture That heat sure doth not thee inspire Keep aloof and dare not enter Lest thou deserve another fire FINIS

build This not enought these Theo-cides begin To smite him on the cheeks O horrid sinne Whilst they disfigure thus with blows his face Gods image clean from out themselves they race Whilst on the face they smite him happy wert Their consciences could smite them on the heart Buffets are added too and they shall hear If I may say 't on both sides of their ear Those buffetings I may with holy Paul Satans at least or Satans servants call How think ye he your prayers will hear who thus Have strove to deaf him both to you and us Those hands which formed them they impiously With blows would bring unto deformity Those hands they strike to heav'n he upward throws They strike upon a palm that upward grows His eyes too in derision they blind They'd have his eyes it seems like to their mind How could those wretches think to kood-wink him Who both lights organ gave and medium They mock him the eternall God and he Will mock their hopes unto eternitie They brag they 'r Isaac's seed but who can know Now whether they are Ishmaelites or no First scoffing and then down-right murd'ring sure They thought it difficult hell to procure Else certainly they never so would wrest It doubly both by earnest and in jest But this is nothing yet disloyally Peter whoerst forsook doth now deny His Master and doth curse himself but he Whom he denies denies his curse shall be Fulfild on him but gives him penitence Eyes first to see then weep for his offence He had decreed to die before and hence It was he spoke not in his own defence Had he for his just cause but pleaded so Injustice would be forc'd justice to do He could have utter'd one such sentence then Which should have forc'd his judge change his agen Who yet unwilling was that one so Just Should die to satlsfie the peoples lust Fain would he have condemned one who was An homicide seditious Barabbas An homicide must be releas'd that they The homicides might with their Saviour play Play said I I recant it was not true Or if they play'd at least they play'd the Jew What madnesse seis'd you that you should release The peace's troubler bind the Prince of peace Much troubled in her dream was Pilates wife And did her best to save our Saviours life He hears her not O wretch how could it be Unlesse all goodnesse were a dream to thee Like dreams thy joyes shall vanish pleasures too And but hells pains thou shalt have nothing true Scribes people Pharisees together cry Out with him crucifie him crucifie Their noise resounds and rends the air again Ascending high'r then they shall ere attain That clamour which cri'd crucifie him here Thund'ring at heaven demands for vengeance there The voice ascended upwards but alas That they the lower might descend it was Why washest thou thy hands employ that art Yet that were bootlesse too to cleanse thine heart Or in that bloud from which thou sain wouldst free Thy self but wash and thou shalt cleansed be But O their cry prevails who cursing stood On them and on their children be his bloud God who ne're heard their pray'rs in ought but this Fulfill'd the tenour of their direfull wish Yet had they laid his bloud to heart in stead Of that God had not laid it on their head Pilate begins himself now to bestirre Not like a judge but Executioner The scourge foreshows what tortures are to come Of which that is but the Proaemium Deep print these lashes left but we unkind Forget to have them printed in our mind We may keep Gods commands and yet keep these No sinne to have such graven images Stript naked from his clothes if ever now Truth naked is we boldly may avow Who of eternall rayes himself before Had stript clogg'd with humanity once more Is stript of earthly garments that so he Might clothe us with his immortalitie But this was not enough with more disdain Then ere they strip'd they clothe him now again Little those miscreants thought when thus they plaid That they in searlet had their judge araid This colour with his office well agrees That bloudy fact and our iniquities Thus by anticipation be begins To be apparrell'd in his peoples sinnes A wreath of thorns ingirts his temples and A reed stead of a sceptre in his hand Those thorns which crown his brows may seem to say Who goes to heaven must go a thorny way How can the members better think to speed When he their head doth wear them on his head Never were thorns so rightly said t' inclose As now they are a full-blown purple rose He 'll near prove steady Christian who sticks Loth to embrace kicking against these pricks His sceptre weak although it be they need Not fear that he will break the bruised reed And now they make obeysance to him how Their outward not their inward knee they bow Prophetick 't is though little they intend It so to him of right all knees must bend Hail hail long reigne the king methinks I hear Their clam'rous mock-shouts rend the troubled air As on those goodly cities of the Plain He did so wretches he on you will rain Snares sulphur fire your courages shall quail And dreadfull stones of what you wisht him hail Our Lord was spit upon and we must too Expect through spittle unto heaven to go But O they go about farre worse then it I fear they have not all their venome spit The reed which stood before in 's sceptres stead Has left his hand and 's flown unto his head Which grieving their spites instrument to be Hath from that time to this sigh'd vocally Through strokes howe're the way may seem uneven He goes a beaten path that goes to heaven Jesting is past and now their play must be Clos'd in a Tragicall Catastrophe His own clothes are put on he in short space Is led to 's death Mount Calvarie's the place Simon takes up his crosse his others were Crosses sufficient for himself to bear On whose back laid besides his grief we find The sinnes and punishment of all mankind And now I come where I methinks could stay Ravish'd in contemplation for aye What a sad-joyfull object greets mine eye Seeing his sorrows can I chuse but cry Both grief and gladnesse here at once there lies And ev'n my very tears are tears of joyes Can I refrain to pour a briny floud Which yet is drown'd in th' Ocean of his bloud Can I refrain to joy those drops I see Are made the oyl of gladnesse Soul to thee Yet can I chuse but grieve since paradice Is purchas'd for me at so dear a price Yet can I chuse but joy in contemplation That these his sorrows work my souls salvation Then share me joyntly joy and sadnesse part Stakes in my leaping yet dissolving heart Or since the world 's a vale of tears on earth I 'll weep in heav'n will make eternall mirth The sonne of man is lifted up