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A00012
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Ioseph, or, Pharoah's fauourite; Joseph.
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Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?
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1623
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not in their machinations Who in their Wrath the Sichemites slew all And in their Fury digged downe a wall Curst be their wrath for it was voyd of shame And Fiercenesse which was cruelly to blame Lo I their seede in Iacob will diuide And them abroad in Israel scatter wide Iudah is next whom all his brethren praise Thine hand be in thine enemies necke alwayes Thy Fathers Children thee shall stoupe before Lo Iudah like a Lyons whelpe shall rore My sonne comes like a Lion from the spoile Who laid him downe and couch'd himselfe awhile Eu'n like a Lion or a Lionesse Who dares awake him from his sleepinesse The Scepter from his race shall neuer start Nor a Law giuer from his feete depart Till the Messias come who to him shall By his great powre the Nations gather all Lo he shall binde his Foale vnto the Vine His Colt vnto the Branch His Cloke in Wine Is washt His Cloths with bloud of grapes bedight Eyes red with wine His Teeth with milke are white The Sea-Haun's Zabulon shall dwell beside And 's Border eu'n to Sidon shall diuide Like a strong Asse shall Isachar couch low Betweene two burthens And for he doth know That rest is good in such a pleasant Land Shall stoupe and be anothers to command Dan shall be Iudge and one of Israels Tribes A serpent by the way him well describes Or Adder in the path horse-heeles to gall Vntill he make the rider backward fall To be a Iudge's a dangerous Vocation Lord I haue waited long for thy Saluation An host of men God downe in warre shall cast Yet they shall ouer-come him at the last Aser from fattest Lands his bread shall bring And shall enioy eu'n pleasures for a King Napthalim is as nimble as the hind But fauour seekes with pleasing words to finde Ioseph's like plant by well whose boughs are small Yet run vp flourishing vpon the wall With shooting many Archers haue him harm'd And with sharpe Darts to 's hindrance him disarm'd But he stands fast his armes are made so strong By God to whom all strength and powre belong His glory all his Brethrens doth excell And hee 's become a stone in Israel His Fathers God shall helpe him from aboue And the Almightie with his Blessings proue With Blessings that from hight and depth shall come With Blessings of the Breasts and of the Wombe To thee thy Fathers Blessings be more strong Then those that doe from mine to me belong From th' vtmost hils they light on Iosephs head That from his Brethren once was seuered Beniamin like a Wolfe shall spoile The prey He shall diuide by night and eate by day Thus Iacob of each seuerall prophecide What should to their Posteritie betide Some call it his last will Then to them all He dying spake these words in generall We all are Pilgrims on the way our home Is Heau'n as all men enter by the Wombe So through the Gate of Death we all must driue Before we at this Citie faire arriue Lusts of our youth Infirmities of age Make few and ill our daies of Pilgrimage All spend like Lamps some blowne out with a blast Some waste some melt some hold out till the last Like fruit all blow bud grow greene ripe then fall Bud blossome greene or ripe we perish all And turn'd to dust are vnder Deaths subiection In Graue vntill the day of Resurrection Eu'n as our ages so we change our minde For those things we doe most delightfull finde To Child-hood Youth disdaines our Youth-full fires Accord not with our riper yeares desires Old-age in none of all the three delights The reason 's plaine we serue our appetites Truth and Religions path we leaue to treade And follow as our Lusts and Pleasures leade Which alter with our bodies constitutions And these are sensuall beastly resolutions But who doth his affections measure by Right rules of Reason and of Pietie Them neuer alters but is still the same All tending to the glory of Gods name No change of state age health wealth constitution Can alter such desires and resolution This Life 's a minute to Eternitie Like mite vnto the Globes immensitie Like droppe compard vnto the Ocean Maine Yet here we either all must lose or gaine Vpon this mite droppe minute doth depend All Blisse we aye continue as we end All Gods most gracious glorious promises But types and Shadowes are of future Blesse Phari on Land vs to the Port to light And guide our Barkes through worlds darke misty night In all our voiage through worlds Ocean-wast Are many Rockes and dangers to be past Without are Satan and the Worlds infections Within our Lusts vaine fraile and vile affections Which like so many Traitours readiely Against the Pilot ay to mutiny But most in danger of them all we stand When nearest we approch vnto the Land So some escape the boistrous raging Sea And neere the Port doe wrecke vpon the Lea I looking backe my span like daies behold Like a fantastique Dreame or tale new told And were I now them to begin againe I should all worldly vaine delights refraine Yea could you see heau'ns Ioyes by Faiths cleare eyes You would with me Worlds Pleasures vaine despise And runne fast to the marke you set before Your end to liue with God for euermore As th' aire is hottest neerest to the Sunne Brookes deeper neerer to the Sea they runne So nearer to your end doe you aspire To grow in grace and glow with heaun'ly fire Now goe I hence and shall be seene no more Haue mine examples alwaies you before So Isaack followed faithfull Abraham I holy Isaack from whose loines I came What we did well doe you the like But when We did amisse obserue we were but men Oh let your wisedome shine with your gray haires Most of you now draw neere to seu'nty yeares Ioseph is fifty seu'n a child eu'n when The most of you were growne vp to be men Seau'nty seau'n yeares a single life I led God since hath seau'nty to them numbred The youngest nor the strongest haue no power To adde a minute to their fatall hower Deferre not of Repentance then the date Now is the time to morrow is too late Count all mens ages that on earth remaine More die before then to your daies attaine And should you old Mathuselaes surmount The longer life the greater your account I will not exprobrate offences past Repent amend and turne to God at last Leaue off to sinne his Promises beleeue You cannot aske so much as God will giue You are a chosen seede a holy race Not by desert or worthinesse but Grace Oh make it knowne to all your Generations God vs hath chose before all other Nations To walke here worthy of this Grace diuine And like to purest heau'nly Tapers shine In this worlds mistie darke obscured night Whose euill workes abhorre to see the light Expect not worlds vaine glory Pompe
I am content to die So haue I seene a faire and tender Lambe Purloynd by wicked hand from louing Dam Long mist at last when both do meete againe With louing Bleatings fill both hills and plaine Yea so th' old man with ioy was extaside It wanted little but he there had dide But pious Ioseph with great care and paine By chafing brought him to himselfe againe Both being then in Ioseph's Chariot plast Iacob begins thus with Gods fauours past Many all done by Chance and Fortune deeme And little of Gods Prouidence esteeme I wish such would in all my life obserue How all mens actions here Gods purpose serue It was not Chance made Esau set at nought His birthright for a messe of Potage bought Nor the deuise alone of my deare mother That got my fathers Blessing from my brother For 's anger kindled thus it forth me driues To Laban where I children get and wiues 'T was Labans churlishnesse and auarice Inrich'd me by a new and strange deuice Colours before his yeaning Ewes to spread Which made white sheepe bring Lambs discoulered These he to me for wages did allow And suddenly they to a number grow The murmuring of Labans sonnes constraine Me with my household to hast home againe Whom Laban followes with an angry hart But God vs made good friends before we part Lo Esaus feare at Peniel by night Brought me to wrestle with the Lord of might Whose blessing so away his fury chases He turnes his threates to kisses and embraces Simeon and Leui cruell instruments From Sichem made me to remoue my tents To Bethel where my house of Idolls clear'd I vp an Altar to th' Almightie reard And payd my Tenth as I to him did sweare When first from Esau's wrath I fled or feare And saw a Ladder which from Earth did tend To heau'n whereby the Angels did descend Now last thy brethrens enuy spite and hate By selling thee haue sau'd my life and state For but for thee we all had perished Amongst the Cananites for want of Bread That God causd all these things it is most cleare For in the most he did to me appeare As late when I to Egypt should descend Thus all doth on Gods Prouidence depend Long did I thee as dead lament and plaine And neuer hop'd to see my sonne againe And so did Isaack thy deare Gransire grieue But neuer would that thou wer 't dead beleeue In God he was so confident and bold And in the dreames which thou before hadst told As if though blind he had foreseene this day But now in heauenly Ioyes he liues for ay Some ten yeares since him dying in his bed I and my brother Esau buried Oh! my deare sonne my soule is much delighted As to relate eu'n so to heare recited Gods goodnesse towards his therefore vnfould How God preseru'd thee since thy brethren sold Thee to the Ishmaelites for thrice seu'n yeare Are past since I least newes of thee did heare Good Iacob had no sooner made an end But Ioseph was as as ready to commend Gods care and Goodnesse in his preseruation From all his troubles in this next narration I know not whether by their fault or Fate It oft befalleth great men in the state Rich wise and happy in their Princes grace Comely in body beautifull in face To be conioyned to a wanton wife Which sowreth all the sweetnesse of their life This was the fault or Fortune of a Peare Of Pharohs to the King his Master deare My master Potiphar who as I weene Had in his youth a skilfull Merchant beene And Stewarded so frugally his owne That Pharoh wise to whom all this was knowne Mad him chiefe steward they that can hold fast Their owne their Masters treasure seldome wast He that did by experience vnderstand How things are hoist vp bought at second hand Hearing that Merchants stor'd with spicery Were come to towne goes his owne selfe to buy The King his masters and his owne prouision Thrift stands not on nice court-like superstition Amongst some other wares then to be sold A faire young Hebrew lad he doth behold Adorn'd and set out in the fairest guise As horses to be sold at higher prize A price once pitchd and I by running tride As some do horses ere they buy them ride Was sold to Potiphar who for his table Me bought as we our horses for our stable I of this change was most exceeding glad For now I ease for paine and trauell had For hard fare Good but as a gratefull minde Returnes ay thankes where Benefits they finde So did I my good Lords munificence Requite with Industry and diligence And for I found he pleasd my Master best That pleasd my Mistresse well aboue the rest I to obserue her was most diligent And all means vsde to giue her best content So that by Prudence more then taking paine I both their Loues and Fauours sought to gaine For who so will obserue shall euer find Best way to please is to obserue the mind And the affection of men of state And thereunto themselues accommodate Therefore a blisse on good men to attend But misery on wicked to depend Both prou'd by me who for my seruice true Was by my Lord preferd to honour due And for like seruice to my wicked dame Was brought to prison obloquy and shame This my faire Mistresse for no other name I giue her willing ay to hide her shame Some meane mechaniques daughter seemes to be First matcht in her owne order and degree But raisd to wealth and honour from the dust Thinks all to little for her Pride and Lust And as a man that stands on steeple high His equals erst doth now like Crowes descry So she now clambred vp on honours Spire Thinkes all to low her greatnesse to admire Soone might I in her scornfull lookes descry Her haughtinesse and my base slauery But bearing then an honest gentle minde Omit no seruice that may fauour finde Which so succeedes that ere the Crescent bright Had fild her hornes with brothers borrowed light I by my diligence of her did gaine Sweet smiling lookes in stead of proud disdaine And now the enuious spirit which sought of late To ruine by my Fathers loue my state Me by my Mistresse lust seekes to intrappe And dandle in vile sinfull pleasures lappe Damnd sparke of hell Base counterfet of loue And those pure warming flames from heau'n aboue Which so true louers hearts in one vnite That they enioy without offence delight Therefore true loue like morne is faire and bright Lust like an Ympe begot of blackest night But later dayes since Rapines did abound Do Lust and Loue most wickedly confound This baser Lustfull Loue the Spirit did chuse As he did first the Serpent to abuse The weaker Eue this proudest dame to traine To tast the fruit forbidden by deaths paine And kindling in her eyes first lustfull fire This Sense presents it with her foule desire To Reasons brighter eye which