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A03406
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The gluttons feauer. VVritten by Thomas Bancroft
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Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.
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1633
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STC 1353; ESTC S114913
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from aboue Those from the Mountaine could the cloud remooue And let in sight to mysteries profound Truth is their spirit happinesse their sound There is that Antidote that foyles the graue To cleare eternity there shines the way 'T is by that booke the Almighty Iudge doth saue It is that Port of light that opens day The powerfull influence that doth conuay Life to the soule the happy seed that springes With humblest growth but highest glory brings There may they tast on stony Tables set That precious food that time shall neuer wast Though fiercest Tyranny from Hell were fet And with the world her cruelty should last Where Death stood sentinell this Word hast past And as the sunne but with more heate and light Shall cleare the world nor euer yeild to night There may they see in antique leaues enrowl'd That gracious charter granted from aboue There may they faire Theosophy behold Ennobled by her Serpent and her Doue There may they reach linckt by diuinest loue The sacred vertues as a chaine let downe T' exalt the soule to her celestiall Crowne Great worke of truth whose structure doth excell Canon of iustice that to lowest ground Beats downe the forts of sinne and batters Hell Organ of mercy how for euer bound Is this blest Quire to its celestiall sound That hath repair'd those ruines wrought by pride And all these thrones with Kingly States suppli'd The warbling murmurs of the Siluer floods The numerous swarmes that on fresh Hybla light The whistling gales that fanne th' Arabian woods The Swannes high rapture at his lowest flight Strike not an accent of that sweet delight That in this message of deare Heauen is found Whose euery note doth precious Musick sound Build all by that as by a rule of Gold Their liues faire structure in the mirrour bright Let them the soules each lineament behold And dresse her beauties by that heauenly light Which vnto all that trauell day or night Through the worlds desert to this promis'd land Doth for a cloud and fiery piller stand The lampes of heauen and light ambitious fire Let planet-strooken Persia still adore Nor higher let her sunne-burnt zeale aspire Her Eagles ayd let fighting Thebes implore Fall Babylon her mighty Whale before On monsters Memphis doate and deepe in ground Seeke her greene gods in euery Garden found Let the blinde Ethnickes barr'd from happier lights Thus forge their gods in phansâ—es least diuine And wrong religion with vnhallowed rites Those clearer soules that vnto Heauen encline Must aime at God in his directing line Vnto his precepts must they upright stand Or headlong fall and feele his dreadfull hand As in a straight 'mongst Rockes and Shelues and Sands Is man emplung'd nor happy course can steere But on the mount his great Directour stands Giues him his Word he shall finde safety neaâ—e When if he headlong rush nor care to heare What hope remaines him or what reason why But he should split and wracke and sinke and die God rich in goodnesse doth his bounties showre On euery creature but with ample flood His precious blessing vpon man doth powre Man that vnkinde forsakes that soueraigne good Leaues the sweete Fountaine for th' infectious mud And iustly beares his wraths eternall weight Whose awefull Law his wilfull lust did sleight Deepe in a prison full of wormes and snakes Lies every soule to hopelesse bondage sold But on the Patient God compassion takes And striues to raise her from that noysome sold Where if she faile to fixe her faythfull hold On present ayd what future end remaines Saue endlesse sorrows plagues and woes and paines Then Let thy brethren purg'd from fowle excesse From banefull pride and brutish cruelty To safer paths their needfull steps addresse Let them to Heauens blest oracles apply A chaster eare and fixe a faythfull eye On those high hopes whereof the heauenly Lord Assures the soule by truths eternall Word There flowes that spring that with a current faire Through Rockes of cruelty doth passage find Through Hils of pride through Vallies of despaire Through Vaults of ignorance in darknesse blind Through Mines of auarice with Hell conioyn'd Through euery soile doth happily conuay His precious streames and cleares his narrow way There may they drinke not surfet need to feare And bath securely though in flouds profound 'T is that their sinnes foule leprosie will cleare Will cure the vlcers of their soules vnsound And ' swage the rancour of that festred wound Which the curst Serpent with a banefull sting Did erst inflict on natures tender spring Let them that faire that facile meanes embrace On sacred truth that firme foundation stay And that deare Lord so sweet in gifts of grace That with his loues fresh flowers doth aray The naked world and strewes the Heauenly way Let them aboue the clouds his mercies raise And fill their mouths with his immortall praise Thus if the treasureâ— of their age they spend Lightned of sinne that Heauen cannot sustaine They to these thrones of glory shall ascend But be their dayes extinct in pleasures vaine Whaâ— but eternall darkenesse shall remaine VVhile their loath'd bodies feed the wormie graue Their soules shall waile in that infernall eaue Here in a floud of anguish sadly broke The damned miscreant more deepely drown'd 'Mongst teares and cries and sobbing sorrowes spoke Alasse though Moses should himselfe expound His holiest Lawes they would but sâ—eigâ—â— his â—ound At least no faith no 〈◊〉 would be lenâ—â— On deafned eares is musicke vainely spent How oft the sword of vengeance did we see Brandisht agâ—inst our Luxury and pride Voluptuous surfets lust and tyranny Yet to our hearts all passage still deniâ—d All threats and terrours did our height deride Not all th' Aegyptian mischiefes were of force Our loue-sicke hearts from pleasure to diuorce But from the horrours of this gastly caue Or from those mansions of eternall rest Should some strange Legate lately sent to graue Returne to tell what wretched soules vnblest To deepest plagues and torment were opprest Or what high ioyes their painefull cares repay That vpward striue and keepe the heauenly way Then would they sure their sinfull heart discusse And pierc'd with griefe their wretchednesse lament Had they no hearts but Rockes of Caucasus Fixt in their breasts they could not but relent With melting sorrow for their dayes mispent Should such a messenger such newes relate They would beleeue nor doubt th' eternall State No more reply'd the Father-saint againe Then if blind errour straid from lightlesse Hell With bold delusion should presume to faine What summes of Angels from their stations fell And what vnchang'd in brightest glory dwell How neare the world his finall period hies Or what more deepe in misty darkenesse lies Those sacred sages that to Heauen did lend New light that clear'd all misteries diuine That into leaues did golden truth extend And vnto God drew soules with euery line Haue open set so full so rich a mine Of pretious wealâ—h as