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Jeremiah's contemplations on Jeremiah's lamentations, or, Englands miseries matcht with Sions elegies being described and unfolded in five ensuing sceanes / by Jeremiah Rich.
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Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?
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Jeremiah's CONTEMPLATIONS On Jeremiah's LAMENTATIONS OR ENGLANDS Miseries matcht with SIONS Elegies Being Described and unfolded in five ensuing Sceanes By JEREMIAH RICH Student JOB 22. v. 21. Acquaint thy selfe with God and be at peace thereby good shall come unto thee LONDON Printed for JOHN STEVENSON and are to be sold at his shop at the Sunne below Ludgate Hill 1648. TO THE RIGHT Honourable ELIANOR RICH Countesse of Sussex and Warwick Vicountesse Baronesse Fitzwalter Lady Egremond Burmel Mortimer and Leez Beloved Consort to the Right Honorable Robert Earle of Warwick Baron of Leez and Lord High Admirall of England JEREMIAH RICH wisheth health here and happinesse hereafter HAving most Honoured Lady perused the Lamentations of Jeremiah I found them sutable to the Complaints of England and when I called to minde that these two Ladies Israel and England were the Darlings of God the Daughters of Heaven the Wonder of the Earth and yet the Envie of the World and then beheld them in the bitternesse of Sorrow and in their silent sadnesse despised disgraced rejected depopulated distracted and abused I could not chuse but sometimes bathe my Subject with my Teares and following the president of the sad Prophet wish that mine eyes were Rivers of Waters that I might weepe day and night for the slaine of the Daughter of my people Indeed Israel was elder in Joy and England younger in Sorrow the Warres of Israel was farther from our apprehension the Woes of England neerer us in relation And who that sees her sequestred Husband her disobedient Children her frowning Brethren her bowing Battlements her weakened Bulwarkes her numerous Enemies and divided Armies but will say The glory of England is departed But it is not so for through the Gate of Mercie wee may espie a Doore of Hope I rather take these Divisions for a Purge that will purifie or a Qualme that will qualifie or an Antidote to expell Poyson and the darke Cloud of Englands Warre to be a short Thunder-clap to cleare the corrupted Ayre Madame these Contemplations are sad yet Divine as Divine fit for all times and as sad onely fit for these When I first composed them in Measure I intended them for my private Solace but through the importunitie of some whom Nature hath bound me to obey I have committed them now to publike Censure which I must expect to be hard enough yet farre more charitable if they flye through the world under the shadow of your Honours wings These Honourable Lady are the First-Fruits of my Poetrie either Morall or Divine which I humbly offer to your Honour To commend them I cannot and discommend them I will not Few will denie the goodnesse of the Subject though many may carpe at the Object and these will onely be the Scholars of Zoylus who finde fault with all things yet can mend nothing Thinke it not presumption my Honoured Ladie that I have intruded so farre upon your Goodnesse in presenting so unworthie an Offering and let the Error consume in his Zeale who is no lesse nor can begge to be any more then your Honours servant JEREMIAH RICH. TO THE READER THe orient lustre of Vertue shineth through the interposing Cloud of Envie and Love lasheth Malice sometimes with Rods of Roses This little Manuel deare Reader may keepe thee from future falls and guard thee from present feares It may be a Glasse for thine eye a Lanthorne for thy foot a Weapon for thine hand a Curb for thy tongue and a President for thy Pen. If by any thing here thou gainest profit lay its memoriall foundation in a building of practice And if thine eye behold an Error rebuke me silently and interre it in the sepulchre of Oblivion I say no more but wish thee all perfection in perusing understanding in the reading and charitie in the judging of these five Sceanes which at least was intended well by him who is at thy service JEREMIAH RICH To his Friend JEREMIAH RICH Upon his Contemplations RICH to thy prayse thou art enricht with wit Beyond thy yeares thy friends are proud of it I 've read thy Contemplations and admire That Youth unto such Gravitie should aspire The holy Prophet with inspired skill Pensil'd the Funerall Song of Israel And thy laborious Pen hath here descri'd The feares of England for her former Pride Thou hast not lasht the Errors of this Age With fained Dreames on the vain-glorious Stage But in a holy milde and gentle stile Lamentest the Transgressions of this I le Goe on to write and wee 'l not cease to prayse And to the highest pitch thy Merits raâ—se Such honour as the antient Romans gave To their admired Poets thou shalt have We will in signe of thy deserv'd renowne Impale thy Temples with a Lawrell Crowne ROBERT SLATER The Authors Entertainment 'TWere folly to disgrace or else commend This Booke Oh Reader if thou art my friend It is enough and wherefore then should I Set a dull Candle to thy darkned eye Untill the day appeare but that thy sight Would be amazed with that glorious light That shines in midst of darknesse lest it rise Too soone and quickly dim thy darkned eyes Now if this Candle falter in its glory Blame me not that Colestiall Story That was my Subject for too bright a day May cause a Travailer to lose his way But if to guide your feet this Candle shine Mine is the labour but the gaine is thine Goe on then Reader reade and understand And may thy heart be bett'red by my hand To all Eternitie and let it be The Epilogue of Englands Tragedie And so adue yet thus much I make knowne Reade it to purpose or let it alone Farwell Iohn Aston Jeremiah's CONTEMPLATIONS UPON Jeremiah's LAMENTATIONS CHAP. I. Verse 1. HOw sad doth Sion sit how doth she hide Her face in mourning Like a forlorne Bride Whose husband is departed when deaths charms Doth seperate Lovers from each others armes How doth she weep the famous City now Is weake and desolate her Bulworkes bow Their proud imperious necks to the vaine glory Of the proud Enemy and is tributory 2 Her lovely cheeks and her inchanting eie Where sat inthron'd a Princely Majestie Are bath'd in silent streames of flowing feares As if shee 'd make them lovely with her teares Among her amorous Lovers there are none Can give her comfort but increase her moane Nay all her Lovers they forsake her too And doe as all dissemblers use to doe 3 Victorious Judah she doth prisoner lye Fetter'd in chaines in strong captivity Against the prisoners cry she stopt her cares And now the rampant Lion's full of feares Now glorious Judah she that bore the bell From the twelve Tribes of warlike Israell Now dwels among the heathen and the head Of Kingly Sion is dishonoured 4 Those fragrant walkes and those alluring wayes Do seeme to mourne because no mirth nor prayse No Feast nor Sacrifice is in her gate Ah! lovely Land how art thou desolate The holy Priest with