Great ones would not let us feed thy flock Vnles we plaâ—'d the fooles and wore a Frock We were forbid unles wee 'd yeeld to signe And crosse their browes they say a mark of thine To say the truth great Iudge they were not fed Lord here they be but Lord they be all dead Ah cruel Shepheards Could your conscience serve Not to be fooles and yet to let them sterve What if your Fiery spirits had bin bound To Antick Habits or your heads bin crownd With Peacocks Plumes had ye bin forc'd to feed Your Saviours dear-bought Flock in a fools weed He that was scorn'd revil'd endur'd the Curse Of a base death in your behalfs nay worse Swallow'd the cup of wrath charg'd up to th' brim Durst ye not stoope to play the fooles for him 34. Doe this and live DOe this and live T is true Great God then who Can hope for life for who hath power to Doe Art thou not able Is thy Taske too great Canst thou desier help Canst thou intreat Aid from a stronger Arm Canst thou conceive Thy Helper strong enough Canst thou beleeve The suffrings of thy dying Lord can give Thy drooping shoulders rest Doe this and live 35. On Ioseph and his Mistresse WHen as th' Egyptian Lady did invite Wel-favor'd Ioseph to unchast delight How well the motion and the place agreed A beastly Place and t was a beastly Deed A place well season'd for so foule a sin Toâ— sweet to serve so foule a Master in 36. On Scriptum est SOme words excell in vertue and discover A rare conclusion thrice repeated over Our Saviour thrice was tempted thrice represt Th'assaulting tempter with thrice SCRIPTVM EST. If thou would'st keepe thy soule secure from harme Thoâ— know'st the words It is a potent Charme 37. On the flourishing of the Gospell HOw doe our Pastures florish and refresh Our uberous Kine so faire so full of flesh How doe our thriving Cattell feed our young With plenteous Milk with their flesh the strong Heav'n blest our Charles and he did our late Iames From Pharohs troubles and from Pharohs Dreames 38. On Ioseph's Speech to his Brethren GOe â—etch your Brother said th' Egyptian Lord If you intend our Garniers shall afford Your craving wants their so desir'd supplies If He come not by Pharoes life y' are Spies Ev'n as your Suits expect to find our Grace Bring him or dare not to behold my face Some little food to serve you on the way We here allow but not to feed delay When you present your Brother to our Hand Ye shall have plenty and possesse the Land Away and let your quicke obedience give The earnest of your Faiths Do this and live If not your wilfull wants must want supply For ye are Spies and ye shall surely dye Great God th' Egyptian Lord resembles Thee The Brother 's Iesus and the Suitors Wee 39. Of common Devotion OVr God and Souldiers we alike adore Ev'n at the Brink of danger not before After deliverance both alike requited Our God 's forgotten and our Souldier's slighted 40. On the Day of Iudgement O When shal that time come wheÌ„ the loud Trump Shall wake my sleeping Ashes from the Dump Of their sad Vrne That blessed Day wherein My glorifi'd my metamorphiz'd Skin Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh And new refined substance of this flesh When my transparent Flesh dischargd froÌ„ groanâ—s And paynes shall hang upon new polisht Bones When as my Body shall re-entertaine Her cleansed Soule and never part againe VVhen as my Soule shall by a new Indenture Possesse her new-built house come down and enter VVhen as my Body and my Soule shall plight Inviolable faith and never fight Nor wrangle more â—or alcercat agin About that strife-begetting question Sin VVhen Soule and Body shall receive their Doome Of O yee Blessed of my Father Come VVhen Death shall be exil'd and damn'd to dwell VVithin her proper and true Center Hell VVhere that old Tempter shall be bound in Chaynes And over-whelm'd with everlasting paynes VVhilst I shall sit and in full Glory sing Perpetuall Anthems to my Iudge my King 41. On Death VVHy should we not as well desier Death As Sleep No diffrence but a little Breath 'T is all but Rest 't is all but a Releasing Our tyred lims VVhy then not alike pleasing Being burthen'd with the sorrowes of the Day VVe wish for night which being come we lay Our Bodies downe yet when our very Breath Is yrkesome to us w' are affraid of Death Our Sleepe is oft accompanied with â—rights Distracting Dreames and dangers of the nights VVhen in the Sheets of Death our Bodie 's sure From all such Evils and we sleepe secure VVhat matter Doune or Earth what boots it whether Alas Our Bodye's sensible of neither Things that are senslesse feele nor paynes nor ease Tell me and why not Wormes as well as Fleas In Sleepe we know not whether our clos'd eyes Shall ever wake from Death w' are sure to rise I but 't is long first O is that our feares Dare we trust God for Nights and not for Yeares 42. On the Body of Man MAns Body 's like a House His greater Bones Are the maine Timber And the lesser Ones Are smaller Splints His Ribs are Laths daubd o'er Plaister'd with flesh and bloud his Mouth 's the Doore His Throat 's the narrow Entry And his Heart Is the Great Chamber full of curious Art His Midreife is a large partition Wall 'Twixt the Great Chamber and the spacious Hall His Stomacke is the Kitchin where the Meate Is often but halfe sod for want of Heate His Spleen 's a Vessell Nature does allot To take the skimme that rises from the Pot His Lungs are like the Bellowes that respire In ev'ry office quickning ev'ry Fire His Nose the Chimney is whereby are vented Such Fumes as with the Bellowes are augmented His Bowels are the Sinke whose part 's to drâ—ine All noysome filth and keepe the Kitchin cleane His Eyes like Christall Windowes cleare and bright Lets in the Obâ—ect and le ts out the sight And as the Timber is or great or small Or strong or weake 't is apt to stand or fall Yet is the likelyest Building sometimes knowne To fall by obvious Chances overthrowne Oft-times by Tempests by the full mouth'd Blasts Of Heav'n Sometimes by Fire Somtimes it wasts Through unadvis'd neglect Put case the Stuffe Were ruin-proofe by nature strong enough To conquer Time and Age Put case it should Ne'er know an end Alas Our Leases would What hast thou then proud flesh and bloud to boast Thy Dayes are ev'll at best but few at most But sad at merryest and but weake at strongest Vnsure at surest and but short at longest 43. On the young man in the Gospell HOw well our Saviour and the landed Youth Agreed a little while And to say truth Had he had will and power in his hand To keepe the Law but as he kept his Land No doubt
God we make them evill Thou mak'st them few 69. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the Sands upon the shore Which every Ebbe layes open to the Eye In this they differ These are cover'd ore With ev'ry Flood My sinnes still open lye If thou wilt make mine Eyes a Sea of teares O they will hide the sinnes of all my yeares 70. On KAIN and DAVID THeir Sins were equall Equall was their guilt They both committed Homicide Both spilt Their Brothers guiltles blood Nay of the twayne The first occasion was lesse foule in Kain 'T was likely Kains Murther was in heate Of blood There was no former grudge no threate But Davids was a Plott He tooke the life Of poore Vriah to enjoy his Wife Was Iustice equall Was her Ballance even Kain was punisht David was forgiven Both came to tryall But good David did Confesse that Sin which cursed Kain hid Kain bewaild the punishment wherein His Sin had plung'd him David wayles his Sin If I lament my sins Thou wilt forbeare To punish Lord or give me strength to beare 71. On PLAVSVS PLausus of late hath rais'd an Hospitall Repay'rd a Church Founded a Colledge Hall Plausus hath built a holy Temple vow'd it To God Erects a Schoole and has endow'd it Plausus hath given through his abundant pity A Spittle to the blind and lame o' th' Citty Plausus allowes a Table for the poore O' th â—Parish besides those he seeds at doore Plausus relieves the Prisons Mends the Wayes Maintaines a Lecture on the Market dayes Plausus in briefe for bounty beares the Bell Plausus has don much Good but nothing Well 72. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the Starres within the skyes In view in number ev'n as bright as great In this they differ These doe set and rise But ah my Sinnes doe rise but never seit Shine Son of glory and my sins are gon Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sun 73. On change of Weathers ANd were it for thy profit to obtaine All Sunshine No vicissitude of Raine Thinkst thou that thy laborious Plough requires Not Winter frosts as well as Summer fires There must be both Somtimes these hearts of ours Must have the sweet the seasonable Showres Of Teares Sometimes the Frost of chill despaire Makes our desired sunshine seeme more faire Weathers that most oppose to Flesh and Blood Are such as helpe to make our Harvest good We may not choose great God It is thy Task We know not what to have nor how to ask 74. On PROSPER TAke heed thou prosp'rous sinner how thou liv'st In Sin and thriv'st Thou that dost flourish in thy heapes of gold And summes untold Thou that hadst never reason to complaine Of Crosse or paine Whose unafflicted Conscience never found Nor Check nor Wound Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Allowes thee neither wealth nor Ioy nor Peace Thy golden heapes are nothing but the price Of Paradise Thy Flattering pleasures and thy ayrie â—oyes But painted Toyes Thy peacefull Conscience is but like a Dogge Tyed in a Clogge Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Allowes thee neither Wealth nor Ioy nor Peace Thy heapes of Gold will stand thee in no steed At greatest need Thy Eâ—pty Pleasures will convert thy laughter To groanes hereafter Thy silent Conscience when enlarg'd will roare And rage the more Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Affords thee neither Wealth nor Ioy nor Peace 75. On the Sight of a Plague bill FIve thousand in a weeke in one poore City Because it was thy Pleasure t was no pity Why should thou pity us Just God when we Could never finde a time to pity thee Thou never strik'st without a reason why Nor often then We easily cast our eye Vpon the punishment but blinde toth ' sin That farre transcends the judgement it calls in O if the weekly Bills of our Transgression Could but appeare and make as deepe impression In our sad hearts to make our hearts but know As great a sorrow as our Plague-bills doe No doubt no doubt but Heav'ns avenging hand Would turne a Stranger to our prosprous Land O if that weekly Catalogue of Siâ— Could with our City Bills be brought but in And be compar'd wee 'd think our Bills not high But rather wonder there are men to dye 76. On Theaters SIx dayes were made for work the seventh for rest I read of none that Heav'n ordaind for Play How have our looser Theaters transgrest The Decalogue that make it ev'ry Day Me thinkes that they should change their Trade for shame Or honour 't with a more laborious name 77. On Players and Ballad mongers OVr merry Ballads and â—ascivious Playes Are much alike To common censure both Doe stand or fall T'one sings the other sayes And both are Frippries of anothers Froth In short They 'r Priest and Clark of Belials Altar T'one makes the Sermon T'other tunes the Psalter 78. On God and the King OVr God and Prince whom God for ever blesse Are both in Mercy of a Constitution Both slow till meere necessity shall presse To put their penall Lawes in Execution And marke How in a like successe they joyne At both we grumble and at both repine 79. On the life and death of Man THe life of Man is but th' imperfect Story Of his Adventure towards future Glory For death to finish Who will sticke to say A glorious Ev'n foretells a glorious Day 80. On FOX THere was a time wo-worth that heavy time When rav'noâ—is Foxes did devoure the prime And choyce of all our Lambs But Heav'n did raise A more ingenuous Fox in after dayes Whose high immortall Pen redeem'd their breath And made those Lambs revive in spight of death To see how mutuall Saintly Favours be Thou gav'st them life that now give life to thee 81. On the Booke of Common Prayes THe Booke of Common Pray'r excels the rest For Pray'rs that are most Common are the beâ—â— 82. To MVNDANO WOldst thou Mundano prove too great too strong For peevish Fortunes angry brow to wrong Renounce her power Banish Fortune hence And trust thee to the hands of Providence The poorest heart that ever did importune Heav'ns ayd is farre above the frownes of Fortune 83. On Romes Sacrifices IT cannot be excus'd It is a wrong Proceeding from a too-too partiall tongue To say The profer'd service of false Roâ—â— Had no good savor and did never come Toth ' gates of Heav'n Eye poore Rome's belyde For when our Troopes of glorious Martyrs dy'd In that warm age who were their Priests By whom Was their blood shed Was 't not by holy Rome Such sweet Perfumes I dare be bold to say Rome never burnt before nor since that day A sweeter Incense save his dying Son Heav'n ne'r accepted since this World begun 84. On a dead Man IT is a common use to entertaine The knowledge of a great man by his Trayne How great 's the dead-man then There 's none that be So backt with troopes of Followers
Will wagg their Tayles and faune But snarle if none 87. On Mans Rebellion O How perverse is Flesh and Bloud in whom Rebellion blossomes from the very Wombe What Heav'n commands how lame we are to do And things forbid how soone perswaded tâ— We never read rebellioâ—s Israel did Bow to strange Gods till Israel was forbid 88. On Israel HAd Israel in her want been truely humbled Isr'el had prayd ground to heav'n not grumbled But Isr'el wanted food Isr'els complaint Could not be servent Isr'el being faint Isr'el gets food Now Isr'el is so full That her Devotion and her Zeale is dull Lord when art thou in season When 's the time To doe thee service When 's our Zeale in prime 'T is alwayes either not full ripe or wasting We can not serve our God nor Full nor Fasting 89. On the Sinners Refuge HE that shall shed with a presumptuous hand The blood of Man must by thy just command Be put to death The Murtherer must dye Thy Law denyes him refuge where to flye Great God Our hands have slain a man nay further They have commitâ—ed a presumptuous murther Vpon a guiltles Man Naâ— what is worse They have betraid our Brother to the Curse Of a reproachfull death Nay what exceeds It is our Lord our dying Saviour bleeds Nay more It is thy Son thy only Son All this have we all this our hands have done On what deare Obiects shall we turne our eye Looke to the Law O by the Law we dye Is there no Refuge Lord No place that shall Secure our Soules from Death Aâ— none at all What shall poore Mortals do Thy Lawes are jâ—st And most irrevocable Shall we trust Or flye to our owne Merits and â—e freed By our good Workes I there were helpe indeed Is there no City for a Soule to flye And save it selfe Must we resolve to dye O Infinite O not to be exprest Nay not to be conceived by the brest Of Men or Angels O transcendent Love Incomprehensible as farre above The reach of Man as mans deserts are under The sacred Benefit of so â—lest a Wonder That very Blood our sinfull hands have shed Cryes loud for Mercy and those Wounds do plead For those that made them he that pleades forgives And is both God and Man both dead and lives He whom we murther'd is become our Gâ—arden Hee 's Man to suffer and hee 's God to pardon Here 's our Protection Here our Refuge City Whose living springs run Piety and Pitty Goe then my Soule and passe the common Bounds Of Passion Goe and kneele before his Wounds Go touch them with thy lips thou needst not feare They will not bleed afresh though Thou be there But if they doe that very Blood thou spilt Beleev 't will plead thy Pardon not thy Guilâ— 90. On the deposing of Princes I Know not by what vertue Rome deposes A Christian Prince Did Aaron command Moses If sacred Scriptures mention such a thing Sure Rome has colour to depose a King 91. On PETERS Keyes THe pow'r of Peter does all pow'r excell He opens Heav'n He shuts the Doores of Hell The Keyes are his In what a â—aâ—e were they Should Petersâ— Successors mistâ—ke the Kâ—y 92. On Offrings ARe all such Offrings as are crusht and bruis'd Forbid thy Altar May they not be us'd And must all broken things be set apart No Lord Thou wilt accept a Broken Heart 93 On Vsurers OF all men Vs'rers are not least accurst They robb the Spittle pinch th' Afflicted worst In others griefe they 'r most delighted in Whilst Givers suffer for the Takers sin O how unjust a Trade of life is that Which makes the Lab'rers leane and th' idle fat 94. On Repentance CAnst thâ—â— recover thy consumed Flesh From the well-feasted Wormes Or put on fresh Canst thou redeeme thy Ashes from the dead Or quit thy Carkas from her sheet of Lead Canst thou awaken thy earth-closed eyes Vnlock thy Marble Monument and rise All this thou mayst performe with as great ease As to Repent thee mortall when thou please It is thy Grave not Bed that thou art in Th' art not asleepe but thou art dead in Sin 95. On Wine and Water NAture and Grace who ever tasted both Differ as much as Wine and Water doth This clenses if not grosly stayn'd with Sin The outward Man but scowers not within That cheares the heart makes the Courage bold Quickens and warmes dead spirits that are cold It fires the Blood and makes the Soule divine O â—hat my Water Lord were turnd to Wine 96. On Balams Asse THe Asse that for her slownesse was â—orbid To be imployed in Gods service did Perâ—orme good service now in being slow The Asse received stripes but would not goe She bauâ—kd the way and Balam could not guid her The Asse had farre more wisedome then the Rider The Message being bad the Asse was loth To be the Bearer 'T was a happy sloth 'T was well for Balam Had his Asse but tryde Another step Balam had surely dy'd Poore Asse And was thy faithfull service payd With oft-repeated strokes Hadst thou obayd Thy Lord had bought thy travell with his blood Such is Mans payment often bad for Good The Asse begins to question with his Master Argues the case pleads why he went no faster Nay shewes him Myst'ries far beyond his reach Sure Godwants Prophets when dull Asses preach The Asse perceives the Angel and fals downe When Balam sees him not or â—ees unknowne Nor is 't a wonder for Gods Spirit did passe From blindfold Balam into Balams Asse 97. On some raw Divines SOme raw Divines no sooner are Espous'd To their first Wives and in the Temple hous'd But straight the Peace is broke They now begin T' appoint the Field to fight their Battailes in School-men must war with School men text with text The first 's the Chaldee's Paraphrase the next The Septuagints Opinion thwarts Opinion The Papist holds the first The last th' Arminian And then the Councells must be call'd t'advice What this of Lateran sayes what that of Nice And here the poynt must be anew disputed Arrius is false and Bellarmine's confuted Thus with the sharpe Artill'ry of their Wit They shoot at Random carelesse where they hit The slightly studied Fathers must be prayd Although on small acquaintance in to ayd Whose glorious Varnish must impose a glosse Vpon their Paint whose gold must gild their drosse Now Martine Luther must be purg'd by them From all his Errors like a School-boyes Theame Free-wil's disputed Consubstantiation And the deepe Ocean of Predestination Where daring venter oft too far into 't They Pharo like are drownd both Horse and Foot Forgetting that the Sacred Law enioynes New-married men to sit beneath their Vines And cheare their Wives They must not venter out To Warre untill the Yeare be run about 98. On Buying of the Bible T Is but a folly to rejoyce or boast How smal a price thy wel-bought Pen'worth cost Vntill
change of posture lead thy sight From the full view to th' left hand or the right It offers to thine eye but painted Toyes Poore antick Pleasures and deceitfull Ioyes 4. On SERVIO SErvio's in Law If Servio cannot pay His Lawyers Fee Servio may lose the day No wonder formall Servio does trudge So oft to Church He goes to Bribe his Judge 5. On PETERS Cocke THe Cocke crow'd once And Peters careles eare Could heare it but his eye not spend a teare The Cocke crow'd twice Peter began to creepe To th' Fyer side but Peter could not weepe The Cocke crow'd thrice Our Saviour turnd about And look'd on Peter Now his teares burst out 'T was not the Cock It was our Saviours Eye Till he shall give us teares we cannot crye 6. On AMBIDEXTER GOd keepe my Goods my Name they never fall Into the Net of Ambidexters Lawes But for a Cause he seldome prayes at all But curses evermore without a Cause I 'de rather have his Curses all the day Then give his Conscience the least cause to pray 7. On Lazarus the Damosell and a sinner LAz'rus come forth why could not Laz'rus plead I cannot come great God for I am dead Dam'sell arise when Death had closd her eies What power had the Damsell to arise Sinner repent Can we as dead in sin As Laz'rus or the Damsell live agin Admit we could could we appoint the hower The Voyce that calls gives and gives then the power 8. On Sinne. HOw how am I deceiv'd I thought my bed Had entertaind a faire a beauteous Bride O how were my beleeving thoughts misled To a false Beauty lying by my side Sweet were her Kisses full of choyce delight My Fancy found no difference in the night I thought they were true Ioyes that thus had led My darkned Soule But they were false Alarmes I thought I 'd had faire Rachel in my Bed But I had bleare ey'd Leah in my armes How seeming sweet is Sin wheÌ„ cloathd with Night But when discover'd what a loathd delight 9. On Repentance T Is not to Cry God mercy or to sit And droope or to confesse that thou hast faild T is to bewaile the sinnes thou didst commit And not commit those sinnes thou hast bewaild He that bewailes and not forsakes them too Confesses rather what he meanes to doe 10. On Man MAn is a mooving Limbeck to distill Sweet smelling waters where withall to fill Gods empty Bâ—ttle Lord doe thou inspire Thy quickning spirit Put in thy sacred Fire And then mine eyes shall never cease to droppe Till they have brimd thy Bottle to the Toppe I can doe nothing Lord till thou inspire I 'm a cold Limbeck but expecting Fire 11. On the pouring out of our hearts T Is easie to poure in But few I doubt Attaine that curious Art of pouring out Some poure their hearts like oyle that there resides An unctions substance still about the sides Others like Wine which though the substance passe Does leave a kinde of savour in the Glasse Some pour their hearts like Milk whose hiew distaines Though neither Substance nor the sent remaines How shal we poure them then that smel nor matter Nor colour stay Poure out your hearts like water 12. On Friends GOd sheild me from those friends I trust and be My firme defence from such as trust not Thee 13. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Bul-rush seems so smooth that not The eye of Cato can discry a knot Pill but the Barke and strip his smoother skin And thou shalt find him spungie all within His browes are alwaies ponderous as Lead He ever droopes and hangs his velvet head He washes often but if thou enquire Into his depth his rootes are fixt in myre 14. On SERVIO SErvio would thrive and therefore do's obay Gods Law and shuts up Shop o th' Sabbath day Servio would prosper in his home affaires And therefore dares not misse his Dyet-Prayres Servio must put to Sea and does implore Toth'end that he might safely come ashore Servio's in Suit and therefore must be tyed To morning prayre untill his Cause be tryed Servio begins to loath a Single life And therefore prayes for a high-portion'd Wife Servio would faine be thought religious too And therefore prayes as the Religious doe Servio still prayes for Profit or Applause Servio will seldome pray without a Cause 15. On the Devils Master-Piece THis is the height the Devils Art can show To make man proud because he is not so 16. On our Saviours Fishing WHen as our blessed Saviour tooke in hand To be a Fisher Marke the rule he keepes He first puts off a little from the Land And by degrees he launchd into the Deepes By whose example our Men-fishers hold The selfe same course They do the same or should 17. On Mans greatest Enemy OF all those mortall enemies that take part Against my Peace Lord keep me froÌ„ my Heart 18. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Reed that alwaies does reside Like a well planted Tree by th' water side Hee beares no other fruit but a vaine bragge Of formall sanctitie A very Flagge Hee 's round and full of substance to the show But hollow hearted if enquir'd into In peacefull seasons when the weather 's faire Stands firme but shakes with every blast of Aire 19. On the holy Scriptures WHy did our blessed Saviour please to breake His sacred thoughts in Parables and speake In darke Enigma's Whosoere thou be That findst them so they were not spoke to Thee In what a case is he that happs to run Against a post and cries How dark's the Sun Or he in Summer that complaines of Frost The Gospell's hid to none but who are lost The Scripture is a Ford wherein t is said An Elephant shall swim a Lambe may wade 20. On Mans heart NAture presents my heart in Ore Faire civill cariage gilds it o're Which when th' Almighty shall behold With a pleas'd eye he brings to gold Thus chang'd the Temple Ballance weighs it If drosse remaine the Touch bewrayes it Afflictions Furnace then refines it Gods holy Spirit stamps and coynes it No Coyne so currant it will goe For the best Wares that Heav'n can show 21. On Drunkennesse MOst Sins at least please Sense but this is treason Not only 'gainst the crowne of Sense but Reason 22. On a Kisse ERe since our blessed Saviour was betrayd With a Lip-Kisse his Vicar is affraid From whence perchance this common use did grow To kisse his tother End I meane his Toe 23. On the Alchymist THe patient Alchymist whose vaine desire By Art is to dissemble natures Fyre Imployes his labour to transmute the old And baser substance into perfect Gold He laughs at unbeleevers scornes and flouts Illiterate Counsell neither cares nor doubts Vntill at length by his ingenious Itch Hee 's brought most poore in seeking to be rich Such is the Civillman that by his even And levell actions hopes to merit Heaven He thinks