eyes Maintain thine honor 'T is not me The proud conâ—â—â—â—â— Great God but thee Ejaculat. 117. Lord give me a believing heart Though wanting strength I fear not man If thou be pleas'd to taâ—e my part Let malice do the worst it can Although in snar'd I will not fear For thou art stronger then a snare Ejaculat. 118. Give me the heart O God to trust And lead my footsteps in thy wayes Quell thou the power of th' uniust That righteous hearts may give thee praise Do good to good men and encrease Their number plenty and their peace Ejaculat. 119. Lord we are Captives and we bow To Satans burthen every hour We sow in teares oh when wilt thou With Joy requite the weary sower So blesse my labours that I may With comfort long to see that day Ejaculat. 120. What I possesse oâ— what I crave Brings no content gâ—â—â—â— God to me If what I would oâ— what I crave Be not possest and blest in thee What I enjoy oh make it mine In making me that have it â—â—â—â—e Ejaculat. 121. Lord plant my fears within my brest That I may wallâ— thy perfect ways Then shall I prosper and be blest In all my deeds in all my dayes Then shall I see the fair encrease Of Syoâ—â— glory Isâ—â—â—â— peace Ejaculat. 122. Lord since there must be alwayes Foes T' afflict the souls of flesh and blood Let mine be such as do oppose Thy Churches peace thy Sions good Then let 〈…〉 of thine Confound or â—â—re thy foes and mine Ejaculat. 123. Hearer of prayers to whom should I Implore but thee in my distresse For mercy harbors in thine eye And thou art fil'd with righteousness To thee O God my hopes shall flee My soul expects no help but thee Ejaculat. 124. Lord if mine eyes should look too high Or ranc'rous heart begin to swell Break thou the tumor curb mine eye Lest one grow fierâ—â— the other fell So shall my soul grow wise and flee From her own strength and trust in thee Ejaculat. 125. Lord let mine eyes not sleep untill I build thy Temple in my brest Take pleasure then and make it still The chosen palace of thy rest Let all her Foes be trodden down And let thy glory be her crown Ejaculat. 126. Lord we are several members joyn'd To make one whole whose head thou art Let all our thoughts but make one mind And give one body but one heart United souls of Saints appear The sweetest musicke in thine eare Ejaculat. 127. Light thou the Lamps great God that they Lightn'd by thee may give us light Let their bright luster drive away All darkness from thy Courts by night Bless us and them that they and we May bless thy name first blest by thee Ejaculat. 128. Let every wonder that I see In Heav'n and earth and in the sâ—â—â— Advance sâ—me hâ—nâ—â— Lord to thee That didst and canst do whâ—t thou please Let others worship wood and stone My soul shall blesse thee Lord alone Ejaculat. 129. Good God where ere I cast mine eye On earth beneath or heaven above I see thy goodness and I spye Perpetuall pledges of thy love Thy favours through the world extend And of thy mercy is no end Ejaculat. 130. Lord if my tongue and busie quill Be not in Sions praise imploy'd Then let my hand forget henskill And â—â— my â—â—nguâ— for eâ—eâ—â—yâ—d Thy praise shal be my chief delight Whilst tongue can speak or hand can write Ejaculat. 131. Kindle O Lord my love with zeal Light my affections with thy flame Give my tongue courage to reveal The secret glory of the name Be thou my God in all distresse And let thy hand be my â—â—dâ—â—sâ—e Ejaculat. 132. Lord thou that mad'st me and do'st pâ—y Into the sâ—oâ—ors of my heart From whose all presence none can flye Nor hide them there but where thoâ—â—â—t Inform my soul inflame my brest And lead â—â— to eternall Rest Ejaculat. 133. Lord keep me from my self that am The greatest Foe I need to fear O cover thou my faâ—â— with sâ—â—â—â—â— And give my sins no dwelling here Subdue my flesh and then my Spirit Shall sing the praises of thy merit Ejaculat. 134. Lord when my grief shall finde a tongue To cry for help finde thou an care Whilst others seek to do mâ— wrong Make thou O God my conâ—ciâ—nâ—â—â—â—â—â—â— In those self-snares they haue prepâ—r'd Let my insnarâ—â—â— be insnar'd Ejaculat. 135. When winter fortunes cloud the brows Of summer friends when eyes grow strange When plighted faiths forget their vows When earth and all things in it change O Lord thy mercies fail me never Where once thou lov'st thou lov'st for ever Ejaculat. 136. Judge not my actions by thy Laws For then my sorrows are but just But let thy mercies plead my cause For in thy mercy is my trust Those that oppose my soul oppose I am thy servant they thy Foes Ejaculat. 137. What is there Lord what is in me To hope for safety from thy power What help can I expect from thee That merit vengeance every hour How great so ere my sins have bin Thy mercy's greater then my sin Ejaculat. 138. Great God whose kingdome hath no end Into whose secrets none can dive Whose mercy none can apprehend Whose justice none can feel and live What my dull heart can not aspâ—re To know Lord teach me to admire Ejaculat. 139. O Lord my iudgements dark and blind It cannot judge twiâ—t good and ill My will is captiv'd and confin'd It wants a freedome how to will Great Lord o pow'r great God of might Release my bands restore my sight Ejaculat. 140. Great God whose goodness doth repleate And fill our coasts with full encrease That feed'st us with the fat of wheat And glad'st thy Sion with thy Peace How more then others are our days Extreamly bound to give thee praise Ejaculat. 141. Shall frost and snow give praise to thee And shall my soul not bear a part Lord frost and snow appear to be Not half so cold as is my heart Shine glorious sun thy beams but felt My frost will thaw my snow will melt Ejaculat. 142. Great God to whom all praise belongs Whom Syon sings and Israel â—eaâ—s O stop those lusts that stop our tongues And fright thy glory from our eares Do thou enlarge what flesh retaâ—es And bind those Kings our lusts in chaines Ejaculat. 143. Lord season my unsavory spiâ—iâ— And bridle my too headstrong will That I may alwayes take delight In acting good and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O give me grace to understand My life is alwayes in thy hand Ejaculat. 144. Direct my steps Lord be my way And make thy patheâ— my sole delight That like a traveller I may Not fail to rest with thoâ— at night O me how happie and how blest Lord should I be in such a restâ— Ejaculat. 145. Lord let the morning of my griâ—fe Finde on t a night of lasting pleasure Thou art the God in my relieâ— In povertie thou art my treasure I care not Lord how poor I be Unto the world â—rich to thee Ejaculat. 146. Lord let thy sacred fâ—â—e thaw The Ice of my hard froâ—en zeal And let thy will be my known Law So shall my heart thy worâ—h reveal And with a haâ—â—â—ujous Song My tongue shal praise thee all day long Ejaculat. 147. Great King of Peace be pleas'd to send Thy Peace to our disteâ—pen'd Land O we are bad teach us t' amend And let not ruin be our brand Then shall our lavish lips deliver Our thanks in Peace to our Peace-giver Ejaculat. 148. If it be so that we must fight Lord make our crimes to prove our Foes For thou our God dost take delight To see such pleasant VVars â—â— those O may such waâ—s as these encreasâ— Untill our conquests end in Peace Ejaculat. 149. Lord let the praises of thy power Advance the power of thy praise Let every day let every 〈◊〉 Praise thee till 〈◊〉 fâ—il and dayes To thee all power and praise be given By Saints on Earth by Souls in Heaven THE END Isa. 43. 1. 2 3 4 5 6 7 * Psal 81. 16
assist the web-infolded Fly VVill he that â—arkens with a willing ear To pleasing musick turn away to hear Confounding discords or will any woo A perjuâ—'d enemy to come and go Into his Courts VVill any hand forbear To strike at him that labours to impair His worth and contumeliously upbraid His upright deeds Will he that is betray'd Affect the Traytor and with patience sue For reconcilement when as death is due All this blest Heav'n will do that he might place Vain man within the Covenant of Grace Consider man how often hath this mirror Of pure affection woo'd thee from thine error Thou unconsiderate dust which every wind Can puff away how canst thou prove unkind To such a Louer that delights to spin His bowels out to nourish thee with in His milky bosom Shall his bounty crave Thy base acceptance Shall he be a slave To his own slaves Ah shall thy God implore And beg of beggars to receive his store Does he whom Heav'n Earth cannot contain No noâ— the heav'n of heav'ns stoop down to gain Thy dull respects And ah wilt thou not raise Thy stupid Soul an inch to give him praise Thy fervent prayers he always will admit Then how canst thou remember to forget A God so mindful How canst thou forbear To numerate his love without a tear How can thine eyes when thou observ'st the Sun Refuse to weep to see him dayly run His painful progress and rejoyce to greet The Earth with luster to direct thy feet Thy sinful feet which every moment slide Into Rebellion loaded with thy pride How canst thou choose when thou behold'st the ground Whereon thou tread'st but voluntary drown'd Thy self in briny floods to think what care Indulgent Heav'n hath taken to prepare For thee before thou wert and how his hand Hath for thy profit fertiliz'd the Land How can thy rocky heart refuse to vent A stream of blood when thou behold'st th' extent Of the unbounded Ocean how it hides Within the bosom of her swelling Tydes Diversities of fish which live to feed Thy gulf of gluttony at time of need Uncloud thy thoughts O Man and thou shalt see He who ordained all these things for thee Created thee for him that thou mayst give The praise to him that lends thee leave to live Be serious Man consider how thou hast Converted all these blessings into waste Know that the great Edificer of things Furnish'd thy Soul with Reason gave thee wings To fly above all mortals and hath crown'd Thy head with heâ—ps of honor and hath bound Inferior creatures prentice to thy will And this he did because thou shouldst fulfil Thy Gods Commands but thou that wert the best Hast made thy self more loathsom then the rest And by thy most detested deviation Abus'd the glory of thy free Creation Though the Majestick Eagles will despise To be assistants to th intangled Flies Yet Heav'n will from his lofty Throne deseend And with a speedy cheerfulness defend The sons of men who dayly are betray'd By those insiduous snares which Satan lay'd T' intrap their Souls Alas how voyd of care Is heedless man how subject to a snare But he whose more then superficial love Is always active lab'ring to improve Our hearts with thankfulness denies to let Our Souls be taken in th' eternal net Of unconceived misery and live In lasting death not having power to give The least of drops unto our howling tongues But uck the flames until our sulphurous lungs Crackle and belch forth brimstone till we tire Our Carbonado'd members in a fire That 's inextinct the more we strive to turn Our parched Souls still more and more they burn Revolve these things within thy serious mind Oh Man let Love instruct thee to be kind To him that 's loving do not disrespect A God whose Soul so dearly can affect Pour out thy thoughts and practise to relent And let thy thoughts induce thee to repent Grasp opportunity Time 's always flying God's always living and thou always dying Dy then before thou dy'st redeem the time Because thy days are evil learn to clime Jacobs erected ladder thou shalt see Th' adst better clime a Ladder then a Tree As Judas did Be wise and do not fan Thy Soul with air remember what a span Thou art remember whose inspired breath Made thee a Soul forget not whose sad death Made thee alive be mindful that thou art Th' Epitomy of Heav'n inure thy heart To love the best of loves so shall thy brest Be fill'd with comfort and thy Soul with rest Prepare and know the very fowls delight To prune their wings before they take their flight Although terrestial Kings will not permit A Traytor to his Courts noâ— let him sit Before his presence though they will not hear A Malefactors pray'rs yet Heav'ns blest ear Is always open and his tongue invites Repentant sinners for his eye delights To view them in his Courts when they appear For muddy waters may at last prove clear 'T is not unlike ill scented dunghils may At last bear flowers that which is foul to day To morrow may prove fair the thing that cost Millions of silver may as well be lost As things of smaller value Heav'n can spy A mite as well as mountains for his eye Is lodg'd in every cranny of mans heart And he knows all that searches every part Where breathes that Mortal that can apprehend The ways and thoughts of God who knows the end Of his beginning He that can break a rocky heart in twain And re-unite it if he please again He that can part the boiling waves and stand Upon the Seas as on the dryest Land He whose celestial power can make the graves To open and command their slumbâ—ring slaves To rise nay more to stand nay more to walk Nay more if more then this may be to talk He that can make a Whale to entertain A Jonah and to spâ—e him out again He whose Almighty Power can unlock The flinty bowels of a serâ—gged Rock And make her headlong-gushing streams abound To wash the bosom of the thirsty ground He that can transmutate by power divine The poorest water into richest wine He that can curb rude Boreas and asswage The lawless passion of the Oceans rage He that can rain down Manna to supply The craving stomacks of mortality He that can like an all-commanding God Make Almonds flourish from a sapless rod He that can make the Sun and Moon stand still Or run according to his sacred Will He that sav'd a Daniel from the paws Of Lyons and can muzzle up their jaws He that can make the greedy Ravens carry Food to his Servants like a Commissary He that can with an unresisted hand Dash fire into Ice and counter-mand The wanton flames and charm them that they dare But burn his servants cords and not their hair He that can cause ten thousand to be fed With two small fishes and five loaves of bread He that can clothe himself
with holy mirth I may proclaim how good thou art Open my lips that I may sing Full prayses to my God my King Ejaculation II. Lord make the torments we endure The Symptomes of thy Love not wrath Thou art our Chiron we thy cure Our crime 's our sores thy blood 's our bath O we are weake be thou as strong How long O Lord O Lord how long Ejaculation 3. Just Judge of earth in whom we trust Make sharp thy sword and bend thy bow Consume the wicked Save the Just For thou the Reines and heart dost know Then shal our tongues sing forth thy praise And praise thy justice al our dayes Ejaculat. 4. Lord teachus timely how to pray And give us patience to expect Thou hatest sin O guide our way Judge thou our Foes The Just protect Then shal the wicked fall with shame And we will sing that love thy name Ejaculat. 5. Creat Son of the eternal God To whom the world subjected lyes Break not but breed us with thy rod O we are foolish make us wise And if thy wrath begin to flame Wee 'l seek protection in thy Name Ejaculat. 6. Lord if our enemies encrease And we invoke bow down thine ear Be thou our shield and make our Peace And we will scorn what worldlings fear Great God of health great Lord of Rest O make us thine and we are blest Ejaculat. 7. Thou righteous Hearer of Requests Make voyd the counsels of thâ—unjust Send peace into our trembling brests And fill our hearts with fear and trust If thou wilt make thy face to shine Let others joy in corn and wine Ejaculat. 8. Lord thou whose equal hand allays The poor mans grief whose help thou art Encline my heart to give thee praise And I will praise thee with my heart Forsake me not for Lord I trust As men are cruel thou art just Ejaculat. 9. Lord crush my Lyon-hearted Foes Rout them that seek to ruine me Rise up O God forget not those Whose wrongs refer their cause to thee Or if the wicked must oppress Be thou not far from my distress Ejaculat. 10. Great God thy Garden is defac'd The Weeds do thrive thy Flowers decay O call to mind thy Pâ—oâ—â—â—â—se past Restore thou them cut these away Till then let not the Weeds have power To starve or tainâ— the poorest Flower Ejaculat. 11. Lord leave us not too long a space O view our griefs and hear our pray'r Clear thou our eyes unvâ—â—â— thy face Lest Foes presume and we despair Lord make thy mercy our repose And we will sing amidst thy Foes Ejaculat. 12. Lord teach me to renown thy Nâ—â—â— Which through the world is so renown'd Let man thy glorious Works proclaim Whose head with glory thou hast crown'd As beasts to men subjected be So Lord subject mans heart to thee Ejaculat. 13. In all extreams Lord thou art still The Mount whereto my hopes do flee O make my Soul detest all ill Because so much abhor'd by thee Lord let thy gracious tryals show That I am just or make me so Ejaculat. 14. Great God whom Fools deny how dare Our lips request thy glorious Eyes If thou but see thou canst not spare And what thou seest thou must despise Lord make us hear thy saving voyce Then mayst thou see and we rejoyce Ejaculat. 15 Lord cleanse my heart and guide my tongue Preserve my lips from false deceit Protect my hands from doing wrong Teach whom to love and whom to hate Instruct me how to take and give Lord grant me this and I shall live Ejaculat. 16. Lord teach my Reins that in the night My tutor'd Reins may tutor me And keep me always in thy sight For in thy sight all pleasures be Let not my soul in darkness stray O thou my life O thou my way Ejaculat. 17. Behold my Right and right my wrongs Thou Saviour of all those that trust O I am weak my Foes are strong Lord thou art gracious thou art just O make me rightly prize this life And let thy glory be my strife Ejaculat. 18. Great God my strength at whose command Whil'st I serve thee all creatures serve me Protect me from my Foe-mans hand O as thou hast preserv'd preserve me With peaceful conquest crown my days And I will crown thy Power with praise Ejaculat. 19. Great God the work of whose high hands The glory of thy Name declare How perfect sweet are thy Commands How purely just thy Precepts are Cleanse all my sins clear every spot Both open secret known forgot Ejaculat. 20. Accept O God my holy fires Lead thou our Armies give success Bless our designs grant our desires O hear and help in our distress Preserv'd by thee we shall prevail When Chariots flee and horses fail Ejaculat. 21. O God whose Judgments are severe And Mâ—câ—s full of sweet compassion Scourge thou thy Foes save those that fear Ravish my Soul with thy Salvation And I will spend my joyful days In Psalms of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 22. My Jesus thou that wert no less Then God and yet with men forlorn Larths Comforter yet comfortless Heavens Glory yet to men a scorn What thanks shall I return to thee That wert all this and more for me Ejaculat. 23. Great Shepherd of my Soul thy hand Both gives me food and guides my way Subject my will to thy Command And I shall never starve nor stray If thou wilt keep me in thy sight Thy House shall be my whole delight Ejaculat. 24. Lord purge my heart and cleanse my hand Direct my tongue and guide my will For nothing that 's unclean can stand Within thy great thy glorious Hill Lift up my heart deprest with sin And let the King of Glory in Ejaculat. 25. Lord guide my footsteps in thy Truth And let thy grace be my repose Forgive the frailties of my youth And free me from my causless Foes Redeem thine Isr'el from their hand And bring me to thy promis'd Land Ejaculat. 26. Lord keep me just and judg my right Prove thou my reins and try my heart O make thy Temple my delight And fix my dwelling where thou art Redeem my Soul confirm my ways And give me power to give thee praise Ejaculat. 27. My God whose fear drives fear away Shew me the beauty of thy House Preserve me in the evil day That I may sing and pay my vows Lord grant me fear and grard my path Give Patience and with Patience Faith Ejaculat. 28. O God be thou my living Rock Whereto my râ—stless Soul may fly Bâ—â—st be thy Name when I invoke Thâ—u hear'st my suit and send'st supply 〈…〉 or else convert Or weaken that they may not hurt Ejaculat. 29. Shall Mountain Desert Beast and Tree Yield to that heavenly Voyce of thine And shall that voyce not startle me Noâ— stir this stone this heart of mine No Lord till thou new-â—oâ—e mine ear Thy Voyce is lost I cannot hear Ejaculat. 30. Lord let the evening of my grief Be
The Minde of the Frontispeece REader observe and see Jehovah stand Showring down blessings to the grasping hand Of new-made naked Man that takes delight To take the Crowns but cares not to requite The gratious giver of such gifts as those With any thing except it be with blows A fair reward but sure it much redowns To Mans disgrace to give God blows for Crowns GODS Loue MANS Vnworthiness By Jo Qu Lord what is man that thou art mindfull of him and the son of man that thou so regardest him Ps 8. v. 4 London Printed for Jo Stafford dwelling in St. Brides Church yard GODS LOVE AND Mans Vnworthiness Whereunto is annexed a Discourse between the SOUL SATAN With several Divine Ejaculations Written by JOHN QUARLES LONDON Printed for John Stafford and are to be sold at his house in S. Brides Church yard and by Humphrey Moseley at the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church yard and John Holden at the blue Anchor in the new Exchange 1651. TO My much-honoured and Esteemed Friend Edward Benlowes Esq SIR I Am confident you cannot have greater cause to wonder at my boldness then I have reason to admire at your Learning and Piety for indeed the rare example of your virtues addâ—d much alacrity to my endeavours which are but shallow if compar'd to the depth of your understanding Sir the limits of my request though they are large extend themselves no further then this That You would be pleas'd to permit this my unfleg'd bird to rest under the wings of Your protection that I may ever be engag'd to boast of so worthy a Patron Sir as I know I have errors so I know you have goodness to excuse them and I a heart to be thankfull and alwayes be a faithfull honourer of Your Virtues whilest I am Sir Your Servant to Command JOHN QUARLES To the Reader Kinde Reader LET me lay this Injunction upon thee before thou permittest thy eye to survey this little Volume which is That thou wilt resolve to pardon I will not say for what for fear thou shouldst be sâ—rupulous and not Read The Subject is Divine and I confess too good to be so badly handled however I have done my best endeavour and Alexander did no more when he conquered Kingdomes But Reader because I will not detain thine eye too long in one place I bid thee Farewell To my Muse TEL me presumptuous Muse how dar'st thou treat Upon a Subject so sublime so great Alas how dare thy infancy aspire So high as Heaven where the caelestial quire Of soul-enchanting Angels hourely sing Anthems of Joy to their mellifluous King This is a taske that invocates the best And loftiest quils Heav'ns love must not b' exprest With wanton language he that shall presume To labour in this work must first persume His Soul with true divinity and breathe Celestiall ayres that Readers may perceive Their Author labours with a serious heart T' embalm his actions with divinest art This is a field whose spacious bounds extend Themselves to infinite who strives to end Shall still begin and having once begun This pleasing progress must not cease to run Untill he stops in Heaven there lyes the gain Who runs with Faith is certain to obtain If then my Muse thou canst divinely mount This Sacred Stage thou needst not fear t' account Thy actions prosperous strive thou to stand Guarded with Faith and Heav'n will lend a hand To prop thee up his power will infuse Sufficient matter for an active Muse To work upon his wisdome will direct Thy painfull hand his mercies will correct Thy rambling thoughts and teach thee to proclaim Th' unsum'd up glories of his Royall Name Abandon earth and bid vain thoughts adeu Thou canst not serve thy God and Mammon too Rouse then and let thy well-prun'd Eagles wings Mount thee aloft let not terrestiall things Disturbe thy resolutions let them all Evade thy minde thy thoughts must grow too tall For such low toyes stir up thy zealous fire And what thou canst not well expresse admire See heer a Phoenix rare rais'd from ye dust of precious Parents Fathers Effigies just Who for his Genius ingenious Parts Of Learning Worth Witt to Conquer hearts By pleasant Poetry Seemes to inherit By Transmigration his rare Fathers Spirit As old Pythag'ras held So sweetly Hee Doth Patrizare in full Ex'ssencie Gods Love AND Mans Unworthiness GOD how that word hath thunder-clapt my Soul Into a ravishment I must condole My forward weakness Ah where shall I find Sufficient Metaphors t' express my mind Thou heart-amusing word how hast thou fil'd My Soul with Halelujahs and distil'd Wonders into me Oh that I could break My heart in pieces and divinely speak My mind in Raptures that the frantique Earth May bathe it felf in these sweet streams of mirth Then rouze my Soul and practise how to turn Thy wonders into language do not burn Thy sacred fuel in a place where none Can have the benefit but thee alone Hoist up thy Sails and let thy speedy motion Hurry thee hence into the boundless Ocean Observe thy compass keep a constant pace And Heav'n will steer thee to the Port of Grace â—is strange to think how the Almighty can That is so pure love such a thing as Man Whose primitive corruption makes him worse Then nothing whose Rebellion claims a curse More then affection How can Heav'n endure A thing that can be nothing but impure Man like a word that 's voyd of reason sounds In every ear his very name expounds A misery at best he needs must be But vain And how can Heav'n love vanitie Man like a shadow flies before the Sun Of his afflictions and is still undone By his own doing he 's his own pursuer And how can Heav'n love such a self-undoer Man like a naked worm is often found Digging himself into the loathsom ground Of ruine he 's a Traytor to his Bliss And how can Heav'n love such a worm as this Man like a flash of lightning courts the world With lavish flames and by and by is hurl'd Into that Nothing whence at first it came Then how can God love such a short-liv'd flame Man like a Reed is evermore inclin'd To shake and totter with each blast of wind He 's always running to the ground with speed And how can Heav'n love such an earthly Reed Man like the dust is always blown and â—ost From place to place and flies till it has lost Its Center never resting in one place Then how can Heav'n love that which flies in 's face Man like a Fly still buzzes up and down From cup to cup and sips on till he drown Himself in pleasure fears no stander by And how can Heav'n love such a drunken Fly Man like a Rain-bow oftentimes appears Clothed in colours but can claim no years No days nay hardly hours but must decay And how can heav'n love that which loves no stay Man like a bubble floats upon the
waves Of his desires whilst every blast enslaves His brittle substance fill'd with windy troubles And how can heav'n love such uncoÌ„stant bubbles Man like the froth spew'd from the Oceans brest â—s tyded up and down but knows no rest Nor perpetuity and can betroth It self to nothing Heav'n loves no such froth Man like the wind is every moment flying To every place and hates to be complying Or resting anywhere How can it be That Heav'n can love so much inconstancie Man like a Swallow loves the fragrant Spring Of Earths delights but with a spreading wing Flies from the Winters more congealed brest And how can Heav'n love such a Summer guest Man like a smoak presumptuously aspires Into the air and by and by retires Himself to nothing nothing's his conclusion And how can Heav'n love such a base confusion Man like a fire whose green and scragged fuel Denies to burn until it fight a duel With the inâ—ountâ—ring Bellows which atlast Obtains the conquest then it burns as fast And seems as 't were ambitious to expire Then how can Heav'n love such a raging fire Man like an arrow being once let go Out from the Archers well-commanded bow Affronts the Clouds at last having spent the store Of his small strength fals down and seems tâ—adorâ— Th' inferior Earth which with a welcom hides His down cast head within her wounded sides Where he remains and scorns to be withstood Man can be any thing but what is good And cannot Man be good strange kind of tone What has he wept himself into a stone Like Niobie no sure I fear his eyes Were never loaded with such large supplies Ah could he weep a flood Heav'n that prepares His ears to hear would bottle up his tears In his remembrance every drop should shine Like Pearls absconded in a golden Myne His sins command a deluge could his head Be turn'd into a fountain could he shed An Ocean at a drop it could not cover His sins which are mountanious from the Lover Of real drops for he would soon discry Those sand-excelling crimes where e're they lie Yet would his Soul so much compassionate The flowing sorrows of his waâ—â—â—y state That with a calming hand he would remove His rocky sins and hide them with his Love He would have pity and with speed consent T' express his love when all our tears are spent Should Heav'n who justly may for every sin Drop down a plagne and make it live within Mans guilty Soul the world would quickly be Transform'd and chang'd into a leprosie Let none dispair for Heav'ns known mercies can Out-infinite the greatest sins of man Oh love beyond degree Shall Heav'n indulge Himself to Man and shall not Man divulge A gratefulness to him whose hand prepares To wipe away his sin-polluted cares Ungrateful Miscreant how canst thou view Thy former miseries and not renew Thy thanks to him whose power set thee free And brought thee back from thy captivity Hast thou abandon'd Love Wilt thou imprint Thy Soul with baseness Ah what obvious flint Hath turn'd Affections edg What art thou bent To shoot at him that labours to prevent The arrows of thy ruine which will fly Into thy brest except he puts them by Hast thou transform'd thy heart into a rock That will not move Shall mercy call and knock And thou not hear What hast thou arm'd thy With sensless marble that no flaming dart Of Love can enter Hast thou vow'd to stand heart In opposition Cannot Gods Command Force thee to bow Art thou resolv'd to sport With thy destruction and not yield the Fort Oh yield be times do not resolve to be Too much a slave to Infidelitie For know frail wretch thy streÌ„gth consists in clay When Mercy 's lost then Judgment finds the way Rally thy thoughts together and throw down Thy brazen walls thy yielding yields a Crown For 't is in vain to oppose an arm that can Out-grasp the measure of so small a span Alas Alas it may be quickly seen What a large disproportion is between Thy God and thee Consider he is all And thou art nothing what can be more small Or what more great for he is infinite And thou art finite He is full of light And thou of darkness He is fill'd with Love And thou art stuff'd with baseness He 's a Dove And thou a worm Thus thus thou mayst discry His firmness and thine own infirmity Then be not obstinate but strike the sails Of thy desires to him that never fails And know 't is easie in an inch of time To take a worm ingarrison'd with slime For such a thing thou art and all thy power Must yield to Heav'ns assaults thy April showre Has no continuance therefore do not strive Against a God whose Wisdom can contrive What pleases him Alas thy state is grounded Upon contingencies thou art compounded Of nothing but uncertainties thy arm Assumes no power except it be to harm Thy wilful self Then why wilt thou contend With him that importunes to be thy Friend Thy Friend Soul-saving word what higher Bliss Can crown a heart then such a Friend as this Oh life of Ravishment how can it be A God a worm and yet a sympathie Strange condescention was the like e're known Or spoke by any mouth except his own His balmy breath declares that he will save And succor those that faithfully do crave His blest assistance Hark and hear him say Ye that are heavy loaded come away Oh come to me I am content to bear Your burthens and extenuate your care What higher note of love was ever strain'd To any ear Oh how hath man obtain'd So great a friendship 'T is a happy lot Nay and a wonder not to be forgot And yet it is not strange that he should prove So true a Lover that 's compos'd of Love And can do nothing else If he correct 'T is for thy crimes he only has th' effect Of anger for his grieved Spirit moans To punish sinners and to hear their groans His Soul takes no delight to crush to death Th' offending pris'oners of th' inferior Earth He is the rich Exchequor of all good And is by nothing except man withstood All things perform what they were made to do But only man that strives to prove untrue To his Creator nothing can be found Within thy brest but that which is unsound How sad it is to hear th' Almighty say I 've nourish'd children that are gone astray And scorn to own me Oh rebellious dust That hate my paths because my ways are just The Ox will know his Owner and the Ass His Masters crib but Israel alas Will not acknowledg me but have destroy'd Themselves and made their understandings voyd Has not my fury then just cause to swell Because they can do nothing but rebel Nefandeous Creature how canst thou endure Thy wretched self Ah why wilt thou procure Thine own destructions Shall all creatures be Obedient to their owners only thee And wilt
thou not acknowledg him that gave Large blessings to thee and desires to save Thy Soul from torments if thou wouldst incline Thy will to his whose thoughts are all divine Forget obduracy and learn the art Of loving him that loves an upright heart Go ruminate upon thy base estate And be unto thy self compassionate Yield to thy Maker with a cheerful brow First know what 't is to love and after how Love is the Laws Fulfiller he that will Love God aright must practise how to fill His Soul with true affection for the ways Of Heav'n are pav'd with Love Immortal praise Attend his Courts He that forgets to love Forgets his God They that desire to prove Heav'ns amatorious Guests must first admire How such a spark as Man came to aspire To such a flame and how he came to be Not only Earths but Heav'ns Epitomie Be serious then and let thy thoughts reflect Upon Heav'ns goodness and thy disrespect God out of Nothing except Love compil'd This spacious World as if some princely child Were to be born His providential care Was as it were ambitious to prepare The quintessence of pleasures to invite Some stately Guest to banquet with delight First he extracted from a darksom Cell A glorious Light whose beauty pleas'd him well Then he prepar'd a Canopie inlayd With glittring Pearl whose twinkling luster made A heav'nly shew and afterwards his hand Dasht back the waters from the naked Land Then he commanded that the Earth being come Out from the Oceans new delivered womb Should be adorn'd with an imbroidered Gown That so her new-warm'd bowels might abound With several fruits Thus having playd his part Upon this Theatre this life of art He usher'd in a thing which pleas'd him best He made the Feast and after made the Guest Call'd by the name of Man a naked small And dusty shiftless Creature this was all And all this nothing but a lump of death Until inspir'd by Heav'ns all quick'ning breath Vain simple wretch ah how couldst thou behave Thy self before a Judg so great so grave Hadst thou but seen thy self thou wouldst have Thy self to death and with a blush defy'd cry'd Thy base estate to think that thou shouldst be Natures most rude and base Anatomie Couldst thou expect that Heav'n would entertain A thing so poor so weak so vile so vain Which like a spark blown from a new-made fire Can only shew it self and then expire Was it for this the All-Creator made Such large Provisions Was 't for this he layd Such rich Foundations Was 't for this his Power Deckt this well-pleasing odoriferous Bower Was it for this this little world he form'd A world so great Was it for this he warm'd The Earths chill bosom Was 't for this he spent His six days labour Was 't for this intent He made a Paradise where Flora spread Her fragrant Off-spring and made Earth a bed Of rare compounded Pleasures where he plac'd This new-come Guest whose very looks disgrac'd The face of beauty to whose thriftless hand He gave that Government with this Command Of all the trees that here thou dost behold Thy lips being authoriz'd thou mayst be bold To taste with freedom only one which I Conjure thee from therefore restrain thine eye From lusting after it if not thy breath Shall glut it self in everlasting death Forget not my Commands but let thy brest Be always faithful and thou shalt be blest Thus the Recorder having spoke at large This well-deliv'red although ill-kept Charge He after said It is not good that Man should be alone Without a help I le therefore make him one Oh sacred Prudence Here we may discern A sweet Conjunction here our Souls may learn Wisdom and Love both which if not enjoy'd Pleasures prove vanities and Blessings voyd Heav'n whose unidle artful hand had set Man as a Jewel in his Cabinet Thought it unfit that those delights which he Had made by his most powerful Love should be Monopoliz'd by one he therefore laid Adam asleep and having done he made Out of a crooked rib strange kind of art A woman fair compleat in every part Nay and a helper too for in conclusion She helpt poor Adam to his own confusion Oh most detested deed Unconstant wife To prove a Traytor to thy husbands life As soon as made Fond wretch could nothing suit With thy nice pallate but forbidden fruit Ah could thy longing lie no longer hid What didst thou long because thou wert forbid Was there no tree that could content thine eye But only that which was forbidden Fie Oh shame to think thou shouldst so quickly waste Thine hours of pleasure for a minutes taste Couldst thou not like or fall in love with any But that Heav'n had but one thou hadst many Wherewith to please thine appetite and yet Wouldst thou prove so ambitious as to sit Upon the highest twigg Ah could th' advice Of Satan tempt thee to this avarice With so much ease and make thee rashly do So foul a deed and tempt thy Adam too Preposterous wretch how hast thou spread a cloud Over thy head What didst thou think to shrowd Thy self from vengeance Having eat thy death Couldst thou expect to live Oh no thy breath Offended Heav'n but ah hadst thou but thought Before thy heart had entertain'd a fault So great as this what 't was to dye thy mind Had made thee more abstemious and confin'd Thy base inordinate desires thy meat Had prov'd delightful and thy comforts great But now unhappy now thy crimes have made Thy Soul Deaths debtor and thou art betray'd By thine own self therefore prepare to meet Thy wrathful Judg 't is said stoln goods are sweet But thine provd sour the fruits wch thou hast stole Sugar'd thy mouth but wormwoodiz'd thy Soul VVhen thou hadst eaten Ah! why didst thou â—oâ— Tremble to dâ—ath to think thou hadst forgot Thy Gods Commands that his Judgments must Follow thy Soul and blow thee into dust Thus â—ivâ— thus Adam having vilipended Their Gods Commands their happines soon ended Their joys were turn'd to mourning their light VVas turn'd to darkness and their day to night Both being too much conscious fled with speed To hide themselves from God but not the deed Even as some poor distressed wretch desires To hide himself from the enraged fires Of his incensed Foe runs up and down To shun the rage of a condemning frown At last observing his enquiring Foe Approach the place lies still and dares not blow For fear the wordless Eccho of his breath Should soon betray him to a sudden death Being at last discry'd his throbbing heart Gives an Alarum to each trembling part Fear like an Earthquake then begins to shake His loos'ned joynts he knows not how to make A ready answer to his foes demands But as a sad convicted man he stands Subjected to his will that can dispence With nothing but with death to calm th' offence Even so guilt-loaded Adam having done A
will grow Upon thy heart except the seeds of woe Tell me from what conceit dost thou derive Thy working confidence that thou dar'st drive Thy language to my ears and be so bold T' approach my sight and wilt not be controul'd Art thou resolv'd to make what dost thou mean My ears thy stage and every word a scean Sum up thy small thy weak deserts and see What large respects thou hast deserv'd from me I plac'd thee in a garden not to eat The â—â—uit forbidden but to keep it neat Had not the violation of my Laws Mov'd me to anger thou hadst had no cause T' ave felt the burthen of my weighty stroke Or live thus much subjected to the yoke Of thine own sins most shameful is that loss That 's crown'd with negligence great the cross That 's made with a self-hand and they that clime Above their strengths impropriate a crime To their own Souls Destruction is the end Of all Rebellion Ruine knows no friend Suppose I should invest and entertain Your Soul with love and call thee back again The tree is still the same the fruit as sweet Thy appetite as great and thou mayst meet A Serpent too whose oratorious skill May soon intreat thee to enact his will He has a voyce to tempt and thou an ear Will re-assume the priviledg to hear He has a hand to give and thou another Freely to take thus wouldst thou quickly smother Thy new delights therefore I will not trust A heart that can be nothing but unjust Thou great Mugul of baseness cease to plead Thy tongue 's a canker and thy words are lead Thy sins have made thee not deserve the air Thou entertainâ—st hadst than implay'd thy care To serve me when I lov'd thee thou hadst had My heart-delighting joys to make thee glad But now expect no favour for no art Of thine shall ever captivate my heart Hie thee unto the shades of grief bewail Thy sequestrated happiness no bail Of thy procuring will I take to set Thy Soul at liberty I will not let The vision of a comfort creep within Thy rambling thoughts thou art a slave to sin Hadst thou but lov'd or fear'd me at the first Th' adst been as happy as th' art now accurst If now thou lov'st me I shall quickly prove It is for fear alone and not for love Thy heart is steel'd with wickedness thy faults Are sparks enlivened by thy flinty thoughts Breathe out thy groans unto a sensless rock And let thy sighs like hammers beat and knock Against her scragged sides thou shalt as soon Have her consent as mine to grant thy boon 'T is therefore vain to multiply thy words For ah my brest my hardned brest affords Thy Soul no pity and the more thy cry Attempts my ear the less I will reply Alas thy guilt-o're-burth'ned words renew Fresh thoughts of rage I cannot hear thee sue Without impatiency for ah the longer Thou crav'st thou mak'st my fury grow the stronger Avoid my presence for I will no more Give audience to thy voyce then cease t' implore Adams Lamentation Undone undone â— what mountain now will hide My lothed body from the swelling tyde Of raging Vengeance Whither shall I fly T' involve my Soul with true security Stretch stretch my lungs and roar unto the deep To entertain me Oh that I might sleep Within her wavey bowels till the blast Of Heav'ns all-shaking thundring Voyce were past Oh that some rock would hear my sad request And give me burial in her frigid brest Oh that my grief-extended voyce could cleave The solid Earth and make her to receive My wretched limbs Oh that some ranging beast Would prove so courteous to devour and feast Upon my corps Oh that I could contrive A way to live and yet not be alive Ah thus my sorrow-shaken fancy flies And envies at impossibilities I fain would dye but that I have no heart To kill my self and yet I feel a smart Transcending death I see I cannot shun The wrath of Heav'n Ah thus am I undone By my own doing this it is to eat Forbidden fruit Oh most pernicious meat I was too rash and rashly have I taken A deadly fall and falling am forsaken I 'm bruis'd to death and yet I cannot dye Ah what can be so much unblest as I I am inflamed and I dayly drench My Soul with tears and yet I cannot quench My raging fires the more I strive t' asswage And mitigate my pains the more they rage What shall I do or whither shall I go To hide me from this Labyrinth of Wo I am compos'd of sorrow and my veins Instead of blood are fill'd with griping pains Curst be these eyes of mine which have let in The lawless Tyrant of imperious Sin Curst be these lips of mine which at the suit Of my fond wife receiv'd forbidden fruit Curst be these ears that entertain'd the charms Of that inchantress which procur'd my harms Curst be these hands of mine which took and fed My greedy Soul and struck my Conscience dead And now my lips my ears my hands my eyes Must see hear taste and feel my miseries Oh sad condition Since there 's no relief I must be subject to perpetual grief Here we will leave poor Adam in the state Of woe and thus begin to ruminate Are there not many in this tollsom age That meditate themselves into a rage And wonder how a Serpent could express Himself and reason with such readiness Being by nature brute nay and the worst Of living creatures that he should at first Perswade and conquer and instruct his will How to determine both of good and ill It would seem strange if Reason were without Her wings and could not fly above this doubt We may and yet not stain the truth declare It was the work of Satan to ensnare Frail Eve although he was not nam'd at all By Moses in the Hist'ry of the Fall It may not trouble us for we must know The bending Serpent was the Devils bow By which he shot the arrows of his spite Which did Oh grief to speak it fly too right And he that dares so high a Crime to act Though by another needs must own the fact And this our tongues may never cease to tell The Serpent was the Instrument of Hell Tun'd to the Devils voyce thus we may see His fraud his malice and his subtiltie First when he saw he could not over-turn The great Creator he begun to burn With flames of envy lab'ring to invade And so disturb that order God had made In the Creation and to change the features Of his own Image in the best of Creatures That so he may by his too-sooth delusion Make man run headlong to his own confusion Thus having laid the platform of his work He then begun to agitate and lurk For opportunity which was effected As soon nay if not sooner then expected He gave the blow and by that blow he found The weakest vessel had
with fire and name Himself I AM and make a bush to flame Without consuming He that can convert A Rod into a Serpent and not hurt He that can make his visage shine so bright That not a Moses can behold the light He that can strike a hand with leprosie And cure it in the twinkling of an eye He that can in a moment cut and break Tongue tying cords and make the dumb to speak He that can out of unregarded stones Raise unto Abraham many little ones He that can heal the Cripple with a touch And free him from the thraldom of his Crouch He that can cure the deaf and can expel A thousand Devils in despite of Hell He that can perfect what he first begun Expects that man should say Thy will be done Consider Man and thou shalt find it true 〈…〉 can do all but what he will not do Think not because thou art of low estate That he will scorn to love and love to hate Remember Dives whose unsum'd up store Improv'd so much until he prov'd as poor As ever Iob was Iob unhappy I To speak it he was rich in poverty Heaâ—'n made poor Iob so rich that Satans wealth â—â—uld purchaâ—â— nothing from him but his health And that corporeal too he could not boast His bargain for 't was Iob that purchas'd most Happy is he that can at last inherit Riches obtain'd by an impov'rish'd spirit We 'd better lick with Lazarus the crumbs Then gripe with Dives for Soul-damning sums Welth caÌ„not bride the flames yet scraps may feed The hungry wretch he that has wealth may need The crumbs of comfort David did condole Th' abundant famine of his hungry Soul Gods Love 's not mercenary to be sold For brain-distracting heart-confounding gold Hast thou not heard O Man the heav'nly cry Of him that says Ye that are poor come buy Come buy of me your pen'worth shall be such That for a little you shall purchase much Here 's Love that 's spun unto the smallest thred Tho thou want'st mony yet thou maâ—â— have bred Do thou but ask thou shalt not fail to have For God's more free to give then thou to crave Fear not to ask of him whose ready ear Before thy tongue can ask is apt to hear Heav'n loves the language of a broken heart And he will harken and with joy impart His love unto thee and his milk and wine Without the price of mony shall be thine Th' ingrated pris'ner whose dull tongue is whet With sharp'ned hunger will not fear to let His language fly to every ear that comes Within his audience and he always sums The totals of his grief in hungry words Whilst thousands pass along but few affords The blessing of an Alms perhaps they 'l grieve And seem to pity but will not relieve Yet will he not desist but hourly cry Bread bread for Heav'ns sake bread or else I dye Hard hearred Man why wilt thou not relent To hear thy brother almost hunger spent Craving thy succour Where 's thy love become Because th' art deaf ah woldst thou have him duÌ„b Or dost thou think because thy panch is fill'd He cannot hunger He that first distill'd Those mercies on thy head expects that thou Shouldst feed thy brother with a cheerful brow Say not thou canst not give thy treasure 's light But let thy heart record the widows mite So Hâ—aâ—'n will fill thy Cisterns to the brim And feed thy Soul because thou hast fed him Should the Grandfather of true Charity Pass by thy gates and here thee beg and cry And not relieve thee should he slight thy prayrs And scorn to take a survey of thy tears Wouldst thou not grieve and pine thy self to dust And almost say thy God was much unjust To turn away his ears from thy complaint And disrespect thy pray'rs and let thee â—aint For want of â—oâ—d Ah whither wouldst thou â—ly To feed thy famish'd Soul should Heav'n deny But ah he cannot for his melting Soul Is always free and willing to condole The sad conditions of distressed Man Who only strives to do but what he can To contradict him yet he 'l hear our grief In multitudes of mercy lies relief When our impris'ned Souls peep through the Of this corrupting Earth our God delates Himself unto us and he sends us meat From the rich store-house of his lofty Seat He hears and hearing pities pitying sends And sending blesses and with blessing ends Even as the Sun which every day surrounds The sublime Globe and pries into the bounds Of this darke Center lets his Beams reflect Upon a molehill with as much respect As on a Mountain for his glorious Beams Shine always with equivolent extreams Even so the great and powerful three in one That sits upon his all-inlight'ning Throne Does not deny to let his mercies crown The poorest Peasant with as much renown As the most stateliest Emperor though he Invests his body with more dignitie Yet he 's but earth and must at last decay For Prince and Peasant go the self-same way Their earth must turn to earth their Souls return To him that gave them or for ever burn There 's no distinction one infused breath Made them alike and both must live in death Or everlasting life both must commence Divines in Heav'n there 's no preheminence But all equality all must express With equal Joy their equal Happiness Rouze up dull Man and let thy wak'ned Soul Be vigilant oh let thy thoughts enroul The Love of God engrave it in thy brest That his resounding tongue may read thee blest O let thy sighs like Pens and let thy tears Like Ink transcribe the Love th' indulgent cares Of thy Creator that himself may find Within the unblotted volume of thy mind Himself recorded so will he imbrace Thy spotless Soul and fill thee with his grace Inclâ—â—â— thine cars and let thy heart rejoyce To â—ear the strains of his harmonious voyce Harken and thou shalt hear his Prophets sing Th' admired Mercies of thy glorious King Thus saith the great and ever-living One That rules the Heav'ns and governs Earth alone Thus saith the Lord that takes delight to dwell Amongst his Saints that formed Israel Created Iacob Let thy sorrows slee Out of thy brest I have redeemed thee 'T was I that made thy clouded visage shine And call'd thee by my Name for thou are mine I will be with thee when thy feet shall wade Thorow the waters I will be thy aid I 'le make thee walk thorow rivers and the waves Shall prove ambitious to become thy slaves And when thou walkest thorow the raging fire Th' unruly flames shall not presume to aspire Or kindle on thy garments I alone The Lord thy God and Israels holy one And thy dear Saviour that was always true Gave Egypt Seba and Ethiopia too To ransom thee for thou wert my delight And always precious in my gracious sight Honors were heap'd upon thee and
thou wert The tender love of my affecting heart Therefore even I that am well pleas'd will give People for thy dear sake that thou mayst live Fear not for I am with thee and I 'le stand In thy defence and my all-grasping hand Shall bring thy seed from the remotest places And fill thee with my satisfying graces My tongue shall call unto the North and say Unto the South Give and they shall obey Bring from a far my sons and daughters all Hear my loud voyce be active when I call I have created them and I proclaim They shall be call'd and honor'd by my Name I 'le usher forth the blâ—â—d and make them see The splendent Glories of my Majestic I'lâ— cuâ—â— thâ—deaf and make their hearts rejoyce To â—â—aâ— the 〈…〉 of my warbling voyce Thus hath our God unty'd the tongues and broke His Prophets lips thus have his Prophets spoke And wilt thou be O Man so much obdure Aâ— not to credit him that will assure Perpeâ—â—al happiness â—hâ—u canst not ask That which he cannot give do but unmask Thy shamâ—â—ae d Soul that so thou mayst discry 〈…〉 mercies with a faithful eye â—â—â—â—aut upon his pâ—omiâ—es advise With chine own thoughts let Reason make thee wise â—â—spâ—ct thy self weigh well tâ—ine own condition And thou shalt find thou waâ—t'st a good Physician â—o cure thy â—â—aculatâ—d Soul Alas Thou aâ—â— like water stop'd up in a glass So weakly fortily'd and fene'd about That one weak knock soon leâ—â— the prisâ—ner out Vain lump of vanity what can this â—irth Afford thy thoughts more then a shortâ—liv'd mirth A mirth that fills thee with deluding toys And like a Tyrant afterwards destroys Dot'st thou on Earth for what because her pleasure Can guild thy wanton eye Because her treasure Can cram thy bags Because her Sirens song Can ravish thee Because her power can throng Thy Soul with luxury Because her charms Can court thee with delight Because her arms can pleasingly imbrace thee and imbost Thy heart with gold and lull thee when th' ast lost Thy self in sleep Is this the little All That this great world can boast of Must we call These things our pleasures No they 'l prove our cares Our golden fetters and our silken snaâ—es These are the Ioys we love these are the things That makes us fly with our Icariaâ— wings Up to Ambitions Court and there presume To gaze so long until our waâ—en plume Dissolve with heat and like presumptuous slaves Tumble our selves into the raging waves Of speedy Ruine Ruine 's all that we Must hope to obtain from Earths base treaâ—urâ—â— Le ts scorn her wealth and say O Earth thou art A painted Mistriss with a rotten heart Let 's hate to love that we may love to hate Th' unconstant glory of her sickle State Even as the subtle Crocodile prepares Her slatt'ring heart and eye-commanding tears To woo her prey to come within the power Of her command that so she may devour With more facility and make her Jaws To execute by her tyrannike Laws Even so this World whose Crocodile like eyes Are always slowing wanting no supplies Of gliding tears to wash the rugged faces Of her designs with falsifying graces That so she may by her too smooth delusion Make man the Author of his own confusion Frail slesh and blood how canst thou take delight To love this world that cannot give a mite Of comfort to thee but will still intrap And dayly lull thee in her lustful lap She 'l rock thy Soul to ruine and she 'l spawn Baseness into thee she 'l deceive and fawn Upon thy heart and with her guilded baits She 'l hook thy Soul unto the worst of Fates There 's nothing in her that deserves the name Of constancy her glory is her shame Smile at her tears for every drop she vents Harbors ten thousand thousand discontents Believe her not but when she speaks the best Believe the worst and if she promise rest Assure thy self of trouble if she chance To promise treasure let thy thoughts advance Above her promises contemn her dross For what thou gain'st from her will be thy losâ— Let not her wealthy Donatives perswade Thy heart t' accept when once thou art betray'd There 's no resistance They that well advise Before they act deserve the name of wise But they that study in her frantick Schools May prove her wise men but Heav'ns out-cast fools Ask her the way to Bliss Try if her skill Can give directions ask her if she will Fill thee with blest Eternity conjure Her helpless aid see if she can assure A safety to thee ask her if she can Prescribe a cure for a despairing Man Tell her thy Soul is sick thou canst not live A minute longer see if she can give A Cordial to thee see if she can heal A broken heart see if she can reveal Celestial Joys unto thee and impart A heav'nly comfort to thy grieved heart If so cheer up and prosecute thy mirth And say there is no other Heaven but Earth Do thus fond Man and thou sâ—ale quickly see A bassl'd World that cannot answer thee Bâ—t must be silent for she cannot pleaâ— For her own self she knows she cannot lead The way to Heav'n she 's but a bad Director A base Reliever and a worse Protector Thus shalt thou make her envy swell and burst And like the Basilisk discover'd first She needs must dye but if she should discover Thee first farewell th' art murthet'd by thy lover Then shalt thou heat the Soul amazing tone Of him that sieâ— on his immortal Throne Pronounce against thee at the dreadful day Of thy accounts thus shalt thou hear him say Depart ye cursed off-springs of a father As curst as you avoyd my sight go gather The fruits of your deserts you have forgot The God that made you and I know ye not See if the world within whose folding arms You always slept can quit thee from the harms That must ensue see if her slatt'ring power Can shelter thee from the o'â—â— flowing showre Of my fast dropping rage see if her brest Can entertain thee with eternal rest Begone begone my fury hates to see Such Miscreants had you remember'd me I now had known you had you made me eat When I was forc'd to importune for meat I now would blest you with celestial dyet And crown your Souls with everlasting quiet Had you but quench'd my raging thâ—â—st or gave A single drop that very drop should save Your death-adjudged Souls and you should â—up Abundant comforts from my streaming cup Had you sad sons of vengeance but supply'd My nakedness with garments when I cry'd And call'd upon your charity to send Relieve unto me I had been your friend Or had your more then marble hearts reliev'd M'impris'ned body now ye had not griev'd Had you you world affined Souls addrest Your selves unto me when I was opprest With ling'ring sickness then I would have fed Your Souls
which now are starv'd with heav'nly bread But since you have not done it unto those Which I esteem'd ye 'ave prov'd your selves my foes Therefore begone let darkness be your lot Learn to remember that ye have forgot My Mercies go and let my Judgments dwell Within your guilty hearts let black mouth'd Hell Plague you with torments let him always lash Your hearts with flames until ye howl and gnash Your teeth together go depart my sight And taste the fruits of everlasting night But as for you whose better deeds have found Acceptance in my heart ye shall be crown'd With unremoved happiness because Ye have obsequiously perform'd my Laws You fed my craving stomack and you cloath'd My naked body and you have not loath'd To visit me and when I was a stranger Ye took me in and guarded me from danger Go then my Lambs and let your Oratory Proclaim the greatness of your Fathers glory Go revel in my Courts no discontent Shall breed a faction in my Parliament I 'le pass an Act of Peace and it shall be Sign'd by the hand of my Eternitie My tongue shall stile you blessed and my voyce Shall raise your Souls and teach you to â—ejoyce Your unexcised pleasures shall abound To infinite your ravish'd hearts shall sound The depth of my delights all things shall move Within the sphere of uncontrouled Love Be well assur'd your pleasures shall be great Then fly from Judgment to my Mercies Seat And there rejoyce with a triumphant mirth My Love shall live with them that hated Earth Obdurate Man here here thou mayst discry Judgment and Mercy one to terrifie The other to perswade and yet wilt thou Prove adamantine and refuse to bow To thy Redeemer Canst thou ruminate Upon his Love and yet wilt not delate Thy Soul unto him Is thy brazen heart Impenitrable Will no flaming dart Of true affection enter Hast thou vow'd To stop thy â—ars Shall Mercy call aloud And thou not hear Shall thund'ring Judgments rattle About thy ears and yet wilt thou imbattle Against the Lord of Hosts Wilt thou invoke Perpetual Vengeance to intail a stroke Upon thy stubborn heart What dost thou think Hell's voyd of flames or that thy God will wink At thine enormities Go rally all Thy thoughts together and discreetly fall Into a serious study Let thy mind Be absolute and really inclin'd To meditation contradict the rage Of thine own passion labour to asswage The fire of lust that so thou mayst behold With more serenety how manifold His mercies are that every day prevents The sad incursions of deprav'd events Think but in what a most defam'd condition Thy Soul was in before the grand Physician Of Heav'n and Earth spontaniously sent down A balm from his own Gilliard to crown The sons of grief Think what he did endure Before his wounds had perfected thy cure Remember how undauntedly he stood And sweat himself into a Crimson flood To ransom thee remember how his woes Were asperated by his raging foes Remember how his sacred temples wore A spiny Crown remember how it tore His sublime Front remember how they broach'd His brest with Spears and shamefully reproach'd His spotless fame remember how they nail'd His spreading hands remember how they seal'd His Ivory wâ—lls remember how they spawl'd Upon his face remember how they baw'ld And banded at his Agony whilst he Prov'd patient Martyr to their tyrannie Remember when he came unto the brink Oâ— death they gave him vinegar to drink Nay more because they vow'd to empty all Their poys'ned malice out they gave him Gall Oh bitter deed oh most abhorred Crimes Too nearly paralleld in these our times Thus having put a period to their plots They thought it good to cast their hellish lots For his I dare not say mean clothes I know They were our Saviours to whose worth we ow Perpetual thanks 't was his well finished breath Redeem'd our Souls from everlasting death Here 's Love O Man that does as far transcend Thy thoughts as thy deserts that Heav'n should send His Son and Heir to be incarnated And suffer death for thee that wert as dead As sin could make thee 't was for thy offence He dy'd Ah how how canst thou recompence Such high brâ—d Favors Favors unexpected Deserve to be imbrac'd and not neglected Do not rash Soul like Cleopatria nurse Imbosom'd vipers blessings prove a curse If once abus'd Ingratitude cuts off Th' intail of Love it is a shame to scoff At Benefactors after thou art fed Wilt thou contemn the hand that gave thee bread Wouldst thou not love that friend that should bestow A superâ—nuated crust and shew Respect unto thee when the ebbing Tyde Of Fortune runs so low that thou mayst ride Upon the sands of Poverty Fond Man Strive to be grateful study how to scan The mercies of thy God remember how He feeds thy Soul with Manna learn to bow Th' unruly thoughts with admiration think How often and how much imbitter'd drink Thy Saviour drank with what a doleful cry He beg'd of God to let that cup pass by But knowing that his pleasure must be done He proy'd himself his most obedient Son And wilt thou not â—â—y wretch drink one poor sup Of bitter drink for him that drank a cup To sweeten thine thou need'st not fear or scorn To taste because Heav'ns sacred Unicorn Hath purg'd the waters and they must be sweet Except they 're reimpoys'ned by thy feet If so what wilt thou do where wilt thou find An Antidote for an invenom'd mind It is reported if the Spider chance To meet the obvious Toad they 'l both advance Then inward force and mutually proclaim An open War brave combitaâ—â—s of Fame And having 〈◊〉 their imbowel'd might Maâ—ch boldly on and both incens'd thy fight The Toad being heavy loaded cannot go Or wheel about like his encountring foe But keeps his ground and makes a small resistance The Spider scorning to be kept at distance Falls in upon him and with nimble rage Assaults his foe who now begins â—â—asswage His former fury and would fain retreat From his small foe whose strength is grown too great For opposition being thus distress'd He crawls away and with a crope-sick brest Seeks for relief and by and by discrys A Planton leaf within whose veins there lies A secret Antidote which did at length Expel his poyson and renew his strength Having disgorg'd himself he soon returns Into the camp where for a time he burns To be in action and at last he sees The crafty Spider creeping by degrees To seize upon him then his courage fails He knows not what to do his foe assails With all his might constraining him to yield The conquest and with shame to quit the field Then he begins to seek and hunt about To find the soveraign healing Planton out Which had before reliev'd him and supply'd His wants but that being gone he burst and dy'd Even so if Hells black Spider chance to crawl
From his infernal Web into the Hall Of this all-dusty World he soon prepares Himself to fight and suddenly declares That he the grim-look'd General of Hell Dares to encounter any Souls that dwell Within the limits of the spacious Earth And in a moment qualifie their mirth Thus Satan boasts and if he chance to meet A single Soul he 'l thus begin to greet A DIALOGUE between the Soul and Satan Sat. SOul th' art well met So. 'T is true for I am wel Sat. Say whither art thou going Sou. Not to Hell Sat. â—ish talk no more of that but tell me whither Thou go'st come prethee let 's go both together Sou. A pretty motion when I want a guide I 'le send for thee till then thou art deny'd To be my Usher Sat. Prethee tell me why Thou art so obstinate as to deny So free a courtesie as I have shewn Mischance oft falls to them that walk alone Be not so much averse as to neglect This opportunity I can protect Thy feet from sliding dangers still attend Those that dispise the favors of a friend Sou. A friend how canst thou prove that title Sat. How As thus because I 'm willing to allow The best assistance of my ready arm To guide nay and protect thee from all harm Therefore a friend So. What you pretend to shew Is but external he that can bestow Internal friendship on a Soul distress'd Is a true friend no matter for the rest If Heav'n will guide my Soul I shall not stray Or fear the evils of a dangerous way But as for you I needs must borrow leave To say your friendship 's only to deceive Confusion paths your ways and if I run By your advise I needs must be undone God bids me fly from sin if I refuse Obedience to his Will I shall abuse His just Commands then will my sorrows cry When Mercy stops Judgment begins to fly Sat. Desist fond Soul and labour to divorce Thy lips from this too fabulous discourse Guild not thy words with vanity perswade These thoughts which ate erronious to evade Thy serious mind advise and thou shalâ— see My ways are best be principl'd by me 〈◊〉 Let not the swing of passion strike thee down But follow me 't is I must give a Crown To thy deserts 't is I that can advance Thy down-cast Soul above the reach of chance 'T is I mistaken Soul 't is I alone That must conduct thee to the sublime throne Of true Salvation 't is my hand must bring Thy trembling Soul before th'all judging King Of Heaven and Earth it is my power can fill Thy heart with joy believe me and I will Trust not the babling languages of those That seem thy friends but are thy greatest foes They 're great to thy desruction they 'l connive And fawn nay almost bury thee alive They 'l talk of Heav'n and Hell they 'l tell thee stories Of endless boundless unconceived glories They 'l tell thee of Eternity and woo Thy Soul out of thy ears if thou 'lt bestow Thy pains to hear them they 'l infuse and brew Their own designs and tell thee all is true That they declare they 'l tell thee that they 're sent As Messengers from Heav'ns high Parliament Believe me Soul 't is I that can display The Gospels Colours better far then they There 's nothing in that volume so obstruce But I can winde and twist it to my use And there is nothing in this world can be Stil'd worth a work but can be done by me I can do all it lies within my power To make thee poor or rich in half an hour I can command whole Legions to attend Upon my honour Say what nobler friend Canst thou imbrace I 'le be a friend to all That will give audience to my faithful call I 'le make them swell with riches they shall have As much nay if not more then they can crave Am I not rare and rich and high and great Incomprehensible Is not my seat The throne of happiness Yet cannot I Invite thee to my sweet eternity Come gentle Soul into my twining arms I 'le hug thee I 'le delight thee with my charms I 'le shew thee all my Joys nothing shall lie Hid from the view of thy all-gazing eye Happy beyond expression Sou. Satan stay The progress of thy tongue and give me way That I may vent my thoughts for you have spoke At large already and is this the stroke Which you intend shall wound me Be assur'd The blows but small and well may be endur'd Sat. What mov'd to passion Is thy mind disturb'd With foul mistrust pray let those thoughts be curbd What dost thou think I am perfidious Fie 'T is folly to condemn before you try Alas alas what profit can accrue To me by wronging such a Soul as you What I express is only for your good But what is more then grave advice withstood I doubt these weak these empty thoughts presage A tempest guarded with a storm of rage Well then storm on and when thy storm is spent Sit down and meditate and then repent Sou. Repent Oh happy word although exprest By a foul mouth those that repent are blest How dares thy hellish lips 〈◊〉 a word Fill'd with divinity but will afford No rest no comfort to thy horrid Soul Begone begone and if thou canst condole Thy self thou art if Logick prove but true Curst in the Major and the Minor too Bless me O Heav'n What blust'ring stormy weather Drove such a vile prodigious Monster hither Touch-stone of baseness dost thou come to prove Whether I 'm gold or dross thou mayst remove Thy forward hopes because I hope to be Mettal at last for Heav'n and not for thee Begone fallacious wretch I cannot brook Thy golden baits I have discry'd thy hook Father of lyes thy policy is built Upon the sands and plaster'd o're with guilt Thy tongue foretels a storm if so be sure Thy sand-built policy shall not endure Flatt'ry 's the life of baseness and that art Is well imprinted in thy subtile heart Dost thou believe that I can entertain Belief from thee Or dost thou think to raign Within my brest No no thy cloudy powers Are at the best but falsifying showrs Be satisfi'd I cannot give the least Of credit to thee nor I dare not feast My thoughts with such uncertainties I know Thy dyet must and will corrupt to woe Thou bidst me not condemn before I make Some â—â—â—al of thy trust If I should â—â—â—â— Such green advice I quickly should undo My wretched self and in condemning you What profit could I have or what relief Could I expect to mitigate my grief My accusations would be blown as dust Before the wind I 'le neither try nor trust Sat. Nor try nor trust Art thou resolv'd to cross My real motions Do and see whose loss Will prove most weighty if I lose the heat Of thy weak love my loss will not be great But if I
most sacred mercies which thy hand 〈◊〉 upon me there is no Command But I have broke vec gracious Lord I know That thy abounding mercies 〈…〉 〈…〉 excelling 〈◊〉 which cannot lie 〈…〉 â—urveying eye With shame I must confess the subtile art Of Satan hath impoysoned my heart Oh I am sick to death I swell I burst Never was any soul so much accurst There 's none but thee thou sacred antidote Can cure my grief be therefore pleas'd to note My sad condition let my sorrows lye Before thy face oh hear me when I cry Grant me the shield of faith that I may stand In opposition to the powerfull hand Oâ— active Satan weaken Lord his powre And add unto my strength Let every hour Afford new mercies mercies that may sail Into my breast ah should my Foc prevail Oh then I perish shorten Lord his chain And lengthen out my patience oh make vaine His fierce attempts that he may feel and see When he is strongest I 'm as strong as he Then shall my lipps extoll thee and proclame The greatness of thy glory and his shame Give but thy grace unto me Lord and then Say what thou wilt my tongue shall say dmen Sat. Let everlasting plagues and horror dwell Within so fit a soul let black-mouth'd Hell Remove his scituation and take An everlasting Lease oh let him make A Tenement of thee dost thou think that I Will here thy prayers oh no I scorn thee fiye Away begon Sou What voyce is this that makes this bold intrusion Into my eares and grumbles out confusion Me thinks I see a storme-portending cloud Bowel'd with thunder and I hear a loud And horrid noise a noyse that would confound A wel-prepared eare to here the sound Who would not quake at such a voyce as this That roares forth Malice with an Emphasis My thoughts are interrupted and amasement Flashes like Lightning through the brittle casement Of my ill-glaâ—ed brest It cannot be The voyce of Heav'n a God so pure as he Hates to be envious malice cannot spring From such a good and love-composed King Although his voyce made terrible oft-times By the addition of mans dayly crimes Thunders against a sinner yet his breath Can take no pleasure in a sinners death Hereafter Lord when malice findes a voyce To speak my understanding shall rejoyce In knowing who it is this heart of mine Shall never quake at any voyce but thine Then let hels deep-mouth'd blood-hound roar thunder I le neither fear nor love nor quake nor wonder For 't is not strange to here a Lyon roare That wants his prey the more he has the more He seeks for more imploying still his power In seeking how and whom he may devour Know therefore Sathan that I am prepar'd To meet thee and I will not be out dar'd T is not thy false malisluous tongue shall tempt My heart to love no nor thy rage exempt My thoghts from heav'n although thy craft stil lurks For opertunity to stop good works When I compose my self and strive â—o pray Thou seek'st to tâ—râ— my thoughts another way Thou great corrupter of Diviner parts Thou watchfull theif that steal'st into the hearts Of silly moâ—tâ—ds think not to devour My armed heart with thy persuing power Will nothing move thee wilt thou still mistrust Sat. If fare means will not move thee foul means must What dost thou think my arm is grown so short It cannot reach thee dost thou think to sport with my commands say thou imperious mite Who gave thee beeing who created light Who made the Heav'ns the earth the sea reply Audacious wretch speak was it thee or I Thou vain contender dost thou think to gain By striving with me any thing but pain Oh no thou shalt not for I le still renue Thy pinching sorrows therefore bid adue To all thy comforts for thou shalt no more Injoy those blessings thou injoyd'st before Oh how thy horrid tongue shall roar and cry With Dives for a drop but no supply Shall dare t' appear the more thou crav'st the less Thou shalt be heard for nothing shall expresse The least of pleasure to thy per boyl'd heart Thy chiefest food shall be perpetuall smart Be well assured that thy eares thy eyes Shall hear nor see nought but extremities Begon begon my fury hates delay Hell and damnation be thy lot away Sou. Experience makes me understand thou art A lively actor of a deadly part I finde the greatnesse of your swelling rage Your Prologue speaks 't would be a bloudy stage If you might act as King but Heav'n prevent The cursed plots of your accurst intent I fear thee not because I know thy powre Is limitted and thou canst not devoure Without commission therefore do thy worst And let thy envie swell untill it burst And sall to nothing my Creator gives Me faith to say that my Redeemer lives And wil protect me from the rage of those That are my known and secret deadly Foes Thy thundring words shal not make me complying For he 's unwise that dyes for fear of dying Thus being guarded with the shield of grace I le spite deffiance in thine impious face Thou art a Lyon and thou seek'st for blood How bad 's that soul that dares to think thee good Urge me no more cashiere thy fruitlesse trouble The more thou striv'st the more I le strive to double My resolutions for I dare not venture To rest my heart on such a bloody center Oh no I dare not he that shal let goe A certain friend for a most certain foe Justly deserves to have no other fame But what reproach can build upon his name Should I permit my rambling thoughts to glance Upon thy love the Plea of Ignorance Could not be prevalent because 't is known Unto the blest-united three in one That I by his assistance have discry'd Thy reall slat'ry and thy humble pride I dare affirm no greater pride can be Then that that 's acted with humility But here I 'le stop and leave thee to inherit Th' effects of a diabolique spirit Sat. Accursed chatâ—ffe dost thou think to scape The fury of my hand or make a rape Upon my goodness no the Sun and Moon Shall stop their usuall progresses as soon As I will change my minde vengeance is mine And I le repay it on that Soul of thine Begon begon expect thy sudden doom It is thy sins give punishment a room Let everlasting Plagues and horror dwell Within so â—it a Soul let black-mouth'd Hell Remove his scituation and so take A still continuing Lease oh let him make A ten'ment of thee dost thou think that I YYill hear thy Prayers oh no I scorn thee sye Away begon Sou If words could kill I had been ere this time Worded to death but now I hope to clime Above the reach of words in thy despight Where thou may'st grumble at me but not bite Even as the surly blood-desiring dog Ty'd with a chain or loaded