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Divine passions piously and pathetically expressed in three severall bookes / written and composed for private consolation ... by Edward Calver.
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Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.
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now may thinke he being now remote He now unseen may set his shell on float Let loose affection and unlimit will But I with sorrow do behold him still I see the bondage of his better part By giving power unto his wanton heart I see the thraldomes of his heart beside By making of his stubborne will its guide I see how vain the worthlesse pleasures be For which he gives away his heart from me I see how those his pleasures doe deprave him In those indowments I his Father gave him The Authors Epigram MOst gentle Father tender hearted God What mother like thee could forbear the rod Thou dost in bowels of compassion yern When we run from thee and will not returne Shall we then desperate we without remorse Run headlong still in a rebellious course Can any childe those pearly drops despise Who sees the tears stand in his fathers eyes Oh senslesse creatures silly children right Who having goe out of our fathers sight Doe thinke our selves then most secure when we Poore infants then in greatest danger be In greatest danger it must needs be so When we lye open to the greatest foe The heavy sequels are full sad bewraying The wofull dangers of a wilfull straying The prodigall Son YOu flowing pleasures which like streames distill From purest fountaines let me drinke my fill I tast your sweetnes and it gives delight Oh let me fully take my appetite Your taste reviveth more then Phaebus beames How happy is he bathes him in these streames These streames which so refresheth with a tast Here let me swim or let me wade at least Sweet currents viewing of whose flowing tide Sits glorious Flora in her blooming pride About whose beds of roses fresh and greene Sits beauties Nimphs attiring with their Queen Is here not heaven or Paradice below The garden where the fruits of pleasure grow And these the Angels or the Saints most dear Which I should honour if not worship here The pitifull Father PRodigious sure had ever father child Became so vain unnaturall defil'd My Son hath now no thought at all of me He quite forgets how tender Parents be But can a childes forgetfullnesse be such And Parents never-resting care so much My heart is heavy and my hands I wring His heart is merry he doth laugh and sing Nay yet more desperat he doth now indeavour To leave me quite to cast me off for ever And will have new affinity new Father New gods indeed or cursed Idols rather Oh most perverse I shall I with favour yet Remember him who doth me thus forget Can sparks from such a quenched coale revive Abused patience thus for ever strive The Authors Epigram MOst constant Father who art still most stable Though we thy children be most variable Wert thou like us to restles change inclind There were no hope that we should pardon find But howsoever we unto our shame Are still transported thou art still the same But can we careles children be declind Thus from a Father thus for ever kind Thus kind indeed when we offend he grieves When we do want he presently releeves Nay when we urge him to revoke his will He then takes pity and is patient still Most gratious Father but most graceles we Shall such a Father without honour be Shall we for ever thus bis patience urge Most tender Fathers may be forc'd to scourge The Prodigall Son MY ravish'd thoughts here take your fill in pleasure For here is fulnesse here is ample measure Here nothing wants here nothing is restrain'd No coynes found nor kindnes shown disdain'd Here beauty burnish'd in virmilion glowes Whose beams dart lightning from most youthful browes Oh let me take the comfort of this fire These flames consume not but do feed desire Most pretious jewels what rare prize is here Such pearles as these cannot be bought too deer Shall I be sparing of a little drosse To purchase jewells oh it were too grosse Cheer then my thoughts and usher in content What gives more courage then a free consent The prey is certain be but you on wing Such pleasant pastime fits our cheerfull spring The pitifull Father DEluded child whose heart is gon a stray Needs must his sences then be led away For this must by necessity appear The fountaine foule the streame cannot be cleer Are all my gentle admonitions vaine My teares too fruitlesse will no meanes restraine But yet unmoved but rebellious still Rebellion is like witchcraft or more ill What shall I do who have thus kindly don Shall I be forced to reject a Son And with more sorrow quite forsake infine A Son so neer and naturally mine Oh what a burden doth a Father beare To what a straite am I inforc'd with care To lose a member is a griefe but sure To lose a Son what Father can indure The Authors Epigram MOst tender Father pitifullest nurse Most stubborne we whom pity make the worse Thou sooth'st and singst us proffer'st us the brest We turne we spurne and frowardly resist Thou seek'st with patience to reclaime us still We seeke the more to have our froward will Thou shak'st thy rod but shak'st to give a stroke We shake not but thy shaking hand provoke Thy heart is moved at our desperat course Our hearts unmoved are without remorse Thou sighing saist must I reject a Son We laugh and sing and further from thee run Kind Father canst thou thus keepe natures lawes And can no law no bridle hold our jawes Wert thou not certaine in thy love begun Vncertaine we were certainly undone The prodigall Son OH Sweet what rare felicity is here Where nought offends where all things fit appear Where natures shop full furnisht with supply Stands alwaies open to the passers by My thoughts what thinke you of these streames so cleere My senses can you not suck hony here Affections can you here not feed desire And with contentment to the heart retire Here are the beds where sweetest roses grow Here are the bancks where purest streames do flow Here are the only instruments of mirth Here are the only jewels upon earth My stragling thoughts then here set up your stay My striving senses seek no richer prey Affections here your fancies may be quieted My tender heart then rest thou here delighted The pitifull Father DIsquieted yea discourag'd Father what All duty yea humanity forgot Are all those neere relations now exil'd Betweene the tender parent and the child Transformed children may become thus strange But Parents love is not so apt to change Although my Son can with his Father part Yet this word Son comes neer my tender heart Oh careles child a very child indeed But children will be childish without heed But Parents are by laws of justice tide If fair meanes faile to use the rod and chide Then let me leave no meanes unsought to gain A child thus lost though faire meanes be in vain And chiding fruitlesse yet his stubborn heart Will yeeld it may be when he
DIVINE PASSIONS Piously and Pathetically expressed in three severall BOOKES Viz. I. Being a Dialogue between Dives and Lazarus with the Authors Epigrams upon that Parable II. A Dialogue between the Prodigall Son and the Pitifull Father with Epigrams on that Parable also III. Contains first an Argument against Atheisme Secondly an admiration of Gods mercy towards mankinde Thirdly the care and cure of a wounded Conscience VVritten and Composed for private Consolation and now thought not unfit to be published to all and presented to certaine worthy Persons of this Kingdome By Edward Calver Gent. LONDON Printed by T. H. for Richard Harper and are to be sold at his shop in Smithfield 1643. In landem Authoris On his DIVINE PASSIONS CHrists Parables were alwaies full of worth Which here in part thy pen hath wel set forth Dives and Lazarus well doe tipifie We should not scorne our brothers poverty Confuting Atheists thou Gods mercy praysest The wounded conscience thou both cur'st raisest Thou shew'st a fathers passion for a son That needs would from him prodigally run And in thy pleasant Epigrams we read We all to God are prodigalls indeed Thy Booke hath so much Passion that who heart Thy Stories must turne Prodigall of teares S. W. To the right Worshipfull Sir Dennor Strut Knight and Baronet to the right Worshipfull William Heveningham a worthy Member of the Honourable House of Commons to the Worshipfull Nicholas Bacon and Henry North Justices of the peace to the Worthy Thomas Baker Nathaniel Thurston and John Bayles Esquires and to Mr. John Mayhew c. Noble Knight and Worshipfull and generous Gentlemen I being bound to some of you in the bonds of affinity to all in affection but above all in duty I cannot but hold it my duty to proffer you the best of my endeavours and for want of any thing worthy I doe here persent you my good will I presume not upon your Patronage but only beg your acceptance considering that if these my endeavours be worth the accepting they shall need the lesse assistance But if any thing here brought forth be deformed it is sure most fit that he which begot it should father it The world peradventure may wonder that I draw so large a circle and then turn it to a cypher that I presume to stamp so many worthy Names in the front of this my unworthy worke and then speake nothing of the worth of your worthy persons in particular But let the world know that it is not for want of worth in your selves that I forbear the same for I doe ingenuously acknowledge I may justly draw your vertues into as large a Volume as any other who have beene most copious in that kinde But I for my part do hold it a labour little usefull to paint over that to make it passe for currant which doth shine most perfect in its owne colour Besides I am resolved your modest eares would be rather offended then fed with the sound of your own prayses though unfained But the chiefest aime of my desires herein is to doe you some service not flatter for assistance Therefore if upon perusall hereof if your more serious imployments will admit the same you shall reap any benefit or at least content I shall in this kind be sufficiently satisfied Only I desire that upon your judicious view hereof you would vouchsafe a favourable censure of which I am the more confident because I know you cannot expect any thing polished from a hand so uninstructed But not to be too full in a Preface to too empty a Sequell I implore your pardon and desire to be imploy'd your Servant in all humility Edward Calver To the Curteous and Capable READER REad Curteous Reader this is for thy sake Through want of knowledge thou canst not mistake And as thou canst not so my trust is built Through want of charity thou never wilt Dives VVHen I in nine moneths had through Virgo run That fruitfull signe and then appear'd a Sun Such fates might from my birth have been collected As if by noble Jupiter aspected So soon as born I had indowments faire Not only born but born my Fathers heire And eke with joy my fainting Mother smild Whose paines were turn'd so pleasure in her child Great preparation with the greatest mirth Was duly made to celebrate my birth Where I received honour with my name Grac'd by the greatest witnessing the same My parents joy with comfort joynd was such No cost was spar'd nor care was thought too much But all conduced readily to prove My earthly blisse decypherd from above Lazarus VVOe child of woe of all the world a scorn Nothing but woe appear'd when I was born Disast'rous Saturn did with Mars comply To make me wretched by nativitie Born onely born that Natures care allowd me But being born had scarce a rag to shrowd me My silly Parents sighing for reliefe One cryd for help the other wept for griefe Distressted Parents who all comfort wanted Must for my sake have now no biding granted Prodigious babe how could the world fore-see I should a burden to her greatnesse be A wretched Infant in my mothers womb But far more wretched in the world become So base yea so unworthy of a name The meanest blush to witnesse me the same The Authors Epigram MOst fatall starres if starres may fates decree Or partfull fate if fates may granted be One swims one sinckes one hath enough and more Another nothing begs from doore to doore The destinies on little Dives smile Poore Lazarus by them destin'd to exile Rich Matrons run when Dives comes to birth But cannot stir when Lazarus should come forth Dives attended in his cradle lying Poore infant Lazarus lies neglected crying Dives his Parents dear and only joy Lazarus his Parents object of annoy Dives hath dainties is in purple drest Lazarus with cold and hunger is opprest Alas poore Lazarus child of woe indeed Kind people take some pitty here is need Dives FOrth from my Nurse as weary of her charmes I view'd the world the world unclasp'd her armes And as another Mother or as kind Imbrac'd me sought to satisfie my mind She set before me all her various joyes As well jewels as her wanton toyes Set open all her Cabinets of price And shew'd me all the pleasures might intice She plaid me musick made me understand And gave me lovely Venus in my hand And when my tender spirits did decline She taught me to revive the same with wine Here I had heav'n or pleasures did excell These suted with my youthfull nature well The world allur'd my senses prov'd betray'd The world besieg'd my senses soon obey'd Lazarus VNtimely born and brought up as untaught With neither wit nor education fraught My friends full poore could little kindnesse shew me My kindred none or none at least would know me But griping hunger forc'd me to intreat The world some leave to labour for my meat For pity sake unto