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A67233	Certaine serious thoughts which at severall times & upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into verse and now into the publike view from the author [Wyvill coat of arms] Esquire ; together w[i]th a chronologicall table denoeting [sic] the names of such princes as ruled the neighbor states and were con-temporary to our English kings, observeing throughout ye number of yeares w[hi]ch every one of them reigned.	Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.; Wyvill, Christopher, 1651?-1711. Chronologicall catalogue of such persons as ruled the neighbour-states, and were contemporary to the severall kings of England, since the coming in of the Conqueror.	1647 (1647)	Wing W3784; ESTC R38784	18,436	93

Creator In this large book the world which is his Creature If wandring there thou chauncest to espy An object that is glorious in thine eye Be it those greater or the lesser lights Innumerably sparkling in cleare nights Or the those-emulating Diamond That pretious issue of inriched ground Doth from some costly root a flow'r arise Whose various colours please thy gazing eyes Do'st thou admire the structure of some face Which seem's to have engrossed every grace Hast thou observed all the excellence Wherewith Gods bounty feast's each severall sence Screw up thy meditation then think Lord If to earth on earth thou art pleas'd t' afford Such blessings ô thrice happy sure they be Who sainted are in blest Eternity Dolor Inferni Let not thy over-curious appetite Thy puzled cogitations invite To lose themselves in seeking hell nor it Beyond the pillars of the holy-Writ Think to discover looke not to advance Where God nil ultra writ's thine ignorance But know that there doth nothing want which can Adde tortures to that miserable man Who 's thither cast for sinne in that curst place Nature run's retrograde to her own pace Fire administers no welcome light But serv's in torment and makes sad the night The parched tongue for water call's but that It 's cooling faculty hath quite forgot By gnashing teeth and trembling yet is show'n That Hell is not without a Frozen-Zone Once sleeping-conscience then shall in despight Awake and make those sufferings exquisite What Vulture-Thoughts shall gnaw for evermore That heart which proffer'd mercy scorn'd before All objects by the ever-weeping eye Shall wound the Soul with curst Eternity Now blessed Lord inflame my keen desire To seeke that narrow path which from this fire May keep my steps secure sure 't is not that To which some fancies give a shorter date No purge me here and make me leane upon That sure foundation the true Corner-stone FAITH TVrn or'e the sacred leaves th' Almighty hath By sweet gradations open'd to thy Faith The word of promise new-fal'n man hath got A new-found meanes to spoyle the serpent's plot For God hath said The woman's seed shall give A wound unto thy head that man may live Thence through sucessive generations trace That more explayned Covenant of Grace Till from the world's beginning slain the Lambe Attended by a quire of Angels came In his rich bosome bringing plenteous store Of blessings only pointed at before And then observe what pretious legacies Thy bounteous Lord bequeath's thy soule and dye's To give thee life from both the Testaments And from the heaven-ordayned Sacraments Suck ever-flowing comfort for to thee As well as any heretofore agree The still effectuall promises which stand Now proffer'd to thy Faiths applying hand HOPE BVilt-upon this foundation 't is the scope Of saving Faith's next coosen-german Hope With patient longings to expect that blisse Whereof the former present earnest is Faith in some sort already Christ injoy's Hopes object are those consummated joyes Fides intuetur verbum rei spes autem rem verbi CHARITY ANd from the fruitfull teeming womb of Faith Each work of Charity beginning hath From these the happy evidence is had Which prove's them sons of God whom faith hath made What e're thy God or Neighbours good requires Must be the serious bent of thy desires Else know that to those things which heavenly bee A mis-call'd Faith cannot entitle thee How dare presumptous hast once think to make Christ Saviour and not Lord sit down and take A survey of thine heart though nothing there Can justifie thee yet unlesse thou beare The Image of thy God and strive to frame Thy likened conversation to the same Thou hast no part nor share in him who gave Himselfe to death repentant man to save Now blush you Rhemish factors who have lay'd Your envious heads together to upbray'd With liberty a doctrin which hath shown Far better strickter precepts then your owne Perhaps you pick halfe sentences and thence Extract an unmeant Heresie and sence A cloud of reverend witnesses I might Produce which neither more nor lesse do write As to this point though not in rime then lye Here recollected for the readers eye On GODS UBI QVITARY PRESENCE NO gloomy shades nor darkned face of night Can shrow'd a sinner from the quick-ey'd sight Of all-discerning Heaven God doth rule Beyond the controverted coasts of Thule And his unbounded justice doth controle The frozen vertices of either Pole All inter-fluent seas all Regions stand Subjected to the power of his command Then let not fancy'd secrecy invite Thy deeds of darknesse to out-black the night Nor though some forraine Clime thou wandrest in Where no know'n face can argue thee of sin Dare to let-loose thy rebell-soule but know There is a God above see 's all below Who shall hereafter be thy judge and then Thy bare-fac'd crimes unmask't before all men And Angells must appeare nay more the Devills Will aggravate that prompted to those evills Decemb. 10. 1644. HOw many contradictions dayly come Born on the wings of lying same by some We hear of Battailes stratagems and sleights Whil'st others make them victories or flights All various rumors struggle for beliefe Whil'st varying humours feed the present griefe Once more the hopefull tearmes of happy-peace Salute's our greedy eares O may it please The all-disposing power above to frame Our fitted hearts to entertaine the same Going to Bed THus on a pale sheete I extended shall Become ere long a livelesse coarse and all These too-much prized trifles which retard My soule in her best flights without regard Or rellish must be left then in my grave Where all things are forgotten I shall have A coole and lonely lodging by the earth Lock't-up from all this worlds mis-called mirth If thou O blest Creator shalt restore The peace ease plenty we injoy'd before Let not those over-valued blessings move Our earth-bred thoughts to sleight the things above Her 's no abiding City but thy grace May make the house of death a resting place Thou sacred Arbitrer of life and death Who summon'st at thy pleasure vitall-breath When in thy house my elevated soule Should mount to thee yet lingring-here doth foule Her self with terrene fancies make mine eye Recall my thoughts and preach mortality There lyes those dear remembrancers I have Two parents and two children in one grave In twice-two yeares thy wisdome saw it best To call these two sweet couples to their rest And since so neer on both sides I have seen Thine arrowes to me teach me how to weane From this distemper'd globe my mis-plac'd love And fix it firmly on the things above Then if 't shall please thee next to call on mee I 'le boldly leave this clay and come to thee May 10. 1645. Hearing the Birds sing after the departure of our deare MOTHER ANd can you sing poor birds do you not see A mourning countenance on every tree Doth not each stone in this sad fabrick tell

a spring of teares when his eyes see Distemper'd Zion in this wofull plight Her ●un with-drawn inveloped with night My willing Muse so she were unperplext Could wish to sing her Nunc-Dimittis next Ho! all that love her all that passe this way Contribute here your sighs sit down to pray And mourn till God all other hopes are vaine Make up the breaches of his Church again Amen So be it Lord say Amen let it be so that we The beauty of thine holinesse may see Vnum hoc a te Domine expetivi usquè immo usque Idem expetam sacro-sanctae nempe ut aedis Tuae incola populi tui laetitiâ fruar Psallentique Israeli comes adjungar Si fractus elabatur Orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae Though all the Elements like us should jar And wrap up ruin'd Nature by the war Though the worn Fabrick of the sphears above Should in disjoynted fragments downward move And horrid Catarackts should headlong come With swift descent to make the world one tombe Yet should my feareless soule hope to espie A place of safety in my Saviour's eye That skilfull chymist's never-failing art Can good extracted out of ill impart And ev'n by her distresses rear a frame That Zions re-built glory may proclaime Which if my longing eyes but live to see 'T is Lord that one thing which I beg of thee Some foot-steps of this Warre traced THe low-tun'd numbers of my humble Verse Cannot this Scene of death to th' life rehearse I offer but one dish and that I feare Will Reader worth thy tasting scarse appeare Yet may prepare thy stomach thou wilt be Hereafter feasted with the Historie Some cunning hand will strike so high a string That all the quarters of this Orb shall ring The great atchievements of our Nobles they Shall live in numbers that are lap 't in clay And those that make Iambicks in their pace Shall in Heroicks run with nimble grace Here my ingaged thoughts could I but frame A verse that worthy were to beare his name Would vent themselves and tell thee who did come Though lame yet loaden with much honour home At Worster first the Tragedy begun From worse to worse since that we head-long run For follow South-ward and discover still The edge of War but sharp'ned at Edg-hill Many tall Cedars fell some shaken lye Yet discord bloomes again since Newbery Besides these three how many Fields have been Forc't into blushing tinctures from their Green By flowing bloud This issue though it be Not twelve yeares old ô God by none but thee Is curable unless the selfe-same hand That heal'd that woman save this bleeding Land We perish all our thoughts amazed are On thee our eyes are fix't thy people spare Sure some Prophetick spirit gave the name Vnto that Village where beside the Lame Four thousand Christians all bereav'd of breath By fire-enraged Messengers of death The setting sunne beheld and at the sight Hastned his Western journey and sent night To force a truce 'T is call'd long Mar-ston yet Mars thy command I wish may soon be shortned in this Land But can our wishes which from flesh and bloud And common-sence arise procure this good No we have sinn'd and each one must begin To be impartiall to his proper sin O let us to the throne of Grace repaire With true-repentant humbly-servent prayer Presented in our Saviours Oratory Then God will Finis write to this sad story On the death of our Vertuous and deare friend Mistris Dorothy Warwick at Marsk Aug. 6th 1644. IF only light griefs find a tongue and those That are extream cannot themselves disclose Immur'd by stupid silence surely then Nothing but flowing teares must from my pen Be-blur this paper 't is beyond the art Of language to expresse the smallest part Of our deep sorrowes for her losse whose age Scarce to the Summer of her Pilgrimage Attayned had yet so ripe fruit but few After the Autumne of their yeares can shew No act of hers could be esteemed lesse Then one step forward to that place of blisse Where now her faith is crowned and we find Her sweet and pretious memory behinde Mors Mea. My flitting Soule must leave her house of clay The tim 's not more uncertaine then the way And manner whether my consumptive breath Shall leisurely-expiring creep to death Or some more furious hasty sicknesse have Commission to snatch me to my grave Water may cause or th'torrid element My dissolution by some accident Ten thousand means and more doe this discry That young strong healthfull rich and all may dye Though I scape chance and sickness yet I must At length by age subdu'd crumble to dust I dare not wish nor were it fit to be A carver for my selfe my God to thee My willing soule resign's her fate what s'ere Thou layest on me give me strength to beare Yet if it stand with thy good pleasure send Not suddaine death nor sence-bereaved end And if thou 'st honor with white haires my dayes O teach me how to spend them to thy praise That when I shall forsake the sons of men My better part may flye to thee Amen Mors Christi Thou Son of God descending from above Would'st manifest by that rare act thy love To poore lost mortalls did'st vouchsafe to take A death-subjected nature for our sake Nor did'st disdaine to have thy sacred face Made by those stubborn Iewes their spitting-place Thou patient stood'st the object of their scorn Deck't in a purple robe and crown of thorn And Millions of such troubles having past A shamfull death thou underwent'st at last All this for us and more for even as we Thou tempted wast the cup was drunk by thee Which thy just-angry Father had prepar'd To ransome man by Sathan's art insnar'd Mine heart to thee 's too poor an offering Who by once dying took'st away death's sting Fraus Mundi Fond man I why doth thy fancy doat upon Such nothings as the world can call its own Why should such Ignes fatui divert Thy erring foot-steps or mislead thy heart Belike thy soule but little light injoy's For darkness gives the being to such toyes Grant thou hast honour beauty riches pleasure Delitious fare with heaped summes of treasure All in superlatives get one gem more Or else the former makes thee but more poore Nay thou must sell them all that one to buy If thou do'st mean to gaine felicity Gloria Caeli Stay doe not black this Paper for it is A better Emblem of the place of blisse Then my dull pen can draw 't is pure and white May serve to represent eternall light Hath neither spot nor wrinckle none of them May come within the new Ierusalem But how should paper or my lines which are Composed both of ragges such joyes declare As never eye nor eare nor heart nor braine Of man within that small sphear could containe Yet may thy humble contemplation Discern some glimpses by reflection Read then the glory of thy great

CERTAINE Serious Thoughts which at severall times upon sundry Occasions have stollen themselves into Verse and now into the Publike View from the AVTHOR Esquire Together w th a Chronologicall table denoeting the names of such Princes as ruled the neighbor States and were con-temporary to our English KINGS observeing throughout y e number of yeares w ch every one of them reigned LONDON Printed by F. B. for George Badger and are to be sold at his shop in S t Dunstons Church-yard Fleetstreet W. Marshall Sculpsit 1647 To THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND TRULY VERTUOUS LADY the LADY KATHARINE D'AR●I These following POEMS are by the AUTHOR Humbly DEDICATED and PRESENTED TO The Reader ANd now Reader I dare be bold to tell thee that thou hast something of true worth and value within these leaves since the foregoing Schedule hath acquainted thee with the name of a LADIE who is exemplarily eminent in every reall perfection It may bee thou wilt expect I should adde a word or two as to the contents of the Booke thou art about to looke into and it shall bee onely this That I can assure thee it will neither wound nor defile the hand that takes it up CERTAINE Serious thoughts Which at severall times and upon sundry occasions have stollen themselves into Verse and now into the publike view SOmetimes a well-aymd thought would point at Heaven But O mine heart That broken Bow carrying the shaft on even Aside doth start Lord that I may not from that mark decline Let my fraile Ew be back't with the true Vine And give me Arrows winged from above With the sure flying feathers of the Dove Then guide my hand and make me levell right And 't is thy honour if I hit the White On the 6. parts of Prayer MY1Supplications often have prevail'd Nor have my2Deprecations often fail'd My3Intercessions have been heard by thee But Lord 4 Confession best-becommeth me For all thy love for giving and forgiving Accept the Sacrifice of my5Thanksgiving Little I say by6Imprecation More then in all things let Thy will be done Going to the Sacrament of the LORDS SUPPER THou ever-blessed Saviour at thy death By by-partite Indenture didst bequeath Thy body bloud and merits to each one Whose grace-instructed faith cal's them his own Whose sin-avoyding Actions doe proclaim Him an Adorer of thine holy Name Till thou O Lord or call or come again Let me not violate the Counter-pane Goe with me O my gracious God and give Life to my Faith that I by Faith may live On a particular Occasion ROuze thee my too forgetfull Muse rehearse Th'Almightie's goodness in a thankfull verse He only shew'd thee trouble sent reliefe When best-applyed means but added griefe He to his servants prayer had regard And turn'd his Chastisments to a reward ANOTHER SHall cunning Satan still defraud my soule And steale into my heart by gilded sins He can make splendid what is ne'r so foule He knowes not how to end who once begins To tast his sly deceits beware hee 'l give thee Poyson in sweetned pills and so deceive thee Vpon PSALM 90. 10. First written upon a bare leafe in QUARLES His Poems over-against his verses on Mors tua GReat God! this death-beleaguerd Fort cal'd Man Though strongly back't by nature seldom can Out-last the seventeeth yeare though thou afford To my sin-stained life that number LORD The third part of them have already slip't Me too regard less Satan still hath nipt Thy blooming crop my weak resolves have bin Swift to dissolve into accustomd sin O let th' uncertain remnant of my dayes Be dedicated to my Makers praise O that this lump of dust knod-up in bloud Would once leave trifles and pursue what 's good Feare then I would not though a voice should say Thy glass is run and thou must dye to day For so from sin and sorrow should I rest And rise not unto judgment but a feast That marriage-Supper which we read of old Was by the Bridegroom to the Iewes foretold That marriage Supper where to heavens King Blest soules eternall Alleluja's sing Vpon PSALM 7. 12. 13 14. God is a righteous Iudge strong and patient and God is provoked every day If a man will not turne he will whet his sword he hath bent his bow and made it ready He hath prepared for him the instruments of death hee ordaineth his Arrowes against the Persecutors HAst thou not heard O man or canst forget This terrible Alarme God will whet His sword prepare his Arrows and his bow Doth not experience daily bid thee know That when he will revoke thy borrowed breath A Fly or Gnat's an Instrument of death Canst thou shake off those thoughts w ch whisper to thee This minut's sin for ever may undoe thee Will not thy head-strong Will be curbed by The thought of fathomless Eternity Or doth thy weak conceipt befoole thee so As once to think that God though he be slow To punish see 's not when thou goest astray That thus thou dars't provoke him every day If man return not dost thou say is then The pow'r of turning in the choyse of men My soul Lord know's it is not yet I see By thy command what I should beg of thee Nor can I beg till thou my God prepare My un-prepared heart and voyce to prayer From my wast-field if any good proceed Thou must be Author both of Will and Deed Stub-up the thornes un-pave the soyle and make The well-injected seed deep rooting take Afford me fruitfull seasons that I may Bring some sheafs with me on my judgment day Vpon MATTH 10. 34. CAme then the God of peace to send the sword Doth variance accompany his word Must all those sacred knots nature doth tye In Father Mother Brothers Sisters dye Truth hath if selfe depos'd it and I must Believ 't how-ever strange yet sure 't is just Nor doth Religion cancell or withstand Or any way abbreviate that command Whereby we duty-bound to Parents are Nor Charity and love doth it impare To other friends what 's theirs to them impart We may we must and yet choose Mary's part He whose direction only point's-out Right The most disjoynted soules can re-unite And so cement a friendship by his word Too strong to be dissolved by the sword On a particular occasion IN thee alone my wearied thoughts can find Where to repose their doubts my setled mind On thee secure depends great God arise Thy timely goodnesse to our wondring eyes May banish't joyes reduce here fixed be My deaded hopes and fetch new life from thee Thy wonted mercies often shewn before Imbolden my weak verse thus to implore Thy powerfull ayd who ever more then I By blest experience could thy love discry In trouble sorrow sicknesse feare and griefe My case to thee commended met reliefe My sins though many cancelled by thee Shall neither prejudice my suit nor me I will not doubt my God I know can doe 't My God I know can doe 't I