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A03406
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The gluttons feauer. VVritten by Thomas Bancroft
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Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.
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1633
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from aboue Those from the Mountaine could the cloud remooue And let in sight to mysteries profound Truth is their spirit happinesse their sound There is that Antidote that foyles the graue To cleare eternity there shines the way 'T is by that booke the Almighty Iudge doth saue It is that Port of light that opens day The powerfull influence that doth conuay Life to the soule the happy seed that springes With humblest growth but highest glory brings There may they tast on stony Tables set That precious food that time shall neuer wast Though fiercest Tyranny from Hell were fet And with the world her cruelty should last Where Death stood sentinell this Word hast past And as the sunne but with more heate and light Shall cleare the world nor euer yeild to night There may they see in antique leaues enrowl'd That gracious charter granted from aboue There may they faire Theosophy behold Ennobled by her Serpent and her Doue There may they reach linckt by diuinest loue The sacred vertues as a chaine let downe T' exalt the soule to her celestiall Crowne Great worke of truth whose structure doth excell Canon of iustice that to lowest ground Beats downe the forts of sinne and batters Hell Organ of mercy how for euer bound Is this blest Quire to its celestiall sound That hath repair'd those ruines wrought by pride And all these thrones with Kingly States suppli'd The warbling murmurs of the Siluer floods The numerous swarmes that on fresh Hybla light The whistling gales that fanne th' Arabian woods The Swannes high rapture at his lowest flight Strike not an accent of that sweet delight That in this message of deare Heauen is found Whose euery note doth precious Musick sound Build all by that as by a rule of Gold Their liues faire structure in the mirrour bright Let them the soules each lineament behold And dresse her beauties by that heauenly light Which vnto all that trauell day or night Through the worlds desert to this promis'd land Doth for a cloud and fiery piller stand The lampes of heauen and light ambitious fire Let planet-strooken Persia still adore Nor higher let her sunne-burnt zeale aspire Her Eagles ayd let fighting Thebes implore Fall Babylon her mighty Whale before On monsters Memphis doate and deepe in ground Seeke her greene gods in euery Garden found Let the blinde Ethnickes barr'd from happier lights Thus forge their gods in phansâ—es least diuine And wrong religion with vnhallowed rites Those clearer soules that vnto Heauen encline Must aime at God in his directing line Vnto his precepts must they upright stand Or headlong fall and feele his dreadfull hand As in a straight 'mongst Rockes and Shelues and Sands Is man emplung'd nor happy course can steere But on the mount his great Directour stands Giues him his Word he shall finde safety neaâ—e When if he headlong rush nor care to heare What hope remaines him or what reason why But he should split and wracke and sinke and die God rich in goodnesse doth his bounties showre On euery creature but with ample flood His precious blessing vpon man doth powre Man that vnkinde forsakes that soueraigne good Leaues the sweete Fountaine for th' infectious mud And iustly beares his wraths eternall weight Whose awefull Law his wilfull lust did sleight Deepe in a prison full of wormes and snakes Lies every soule to hopelesse bondage sold But on the Patient God compassion takes And striues to raise her from that noysome sold Where if she faile to fixe her faythfull hold On present ayd what future end remaines Saue endlesse sorrows plagues and woes and paines Then Let thy brethren purg'd from fowle excesse From banefull pride and brutish cruelty To safer paths their needfull steps addresse Let them to Heauens blest oracles apply A chaster eare and fixe a faythfull eye On those high hopes whereof the heauenly Lord Assures the soule by truths eternall Word There flowes that spring that with a current faire Through Rockes of cruelty doth passage find Through Hils of pride through Vallies of despaire Through Vaults of ignorance in darknesse blind Through Mines of auarice with Hell conioyn'd Through euery soile doth happily conuay His precious streames and cleares his narrow way There may they drinke not surfet need to feare And bath securely though in flouds profound 'T is that their sinnes foule leprosie will cleare Will cure the vlcers of their soules vnsound And ' swage the rancour of that festred wound Which the curst Serpent with a banefull sting Did erst inflict on natures tender spring Let them that faire that facile meanes embrace On sacred truth that firme foundation stay And that deare Lord so sweet in gifts of grace That with his loues fresh flowers doth aray The naked world and strewes the Heauenly way Let them aboue the clouds his mercies raise And fill their mouths with his immortall praise Thus if the treasureâ— of their age they spend Lightned of sinne that Heauen cannot sustaine They to these thrones of glory shall ascend But be their dayes extinct in pleasures vaine Whaâ— but eternall darkenesse shall remaine VVhile their loath'd bodies feed the wormie graue Their soules shall waile in that infernall eaue Here in a floud of anguish sadly broke The damned miscreant more deepely drown'd 'Mongst teares and cries and sobbing sorrowes spoke Alasse though Moses should himselfe expound His holiest Lawes they would but sâ—eigâ—â— his â—ound At least no faith no 〈◊〉 would be lenâ—â— On deafned eares is musicke vainely spent How oft the sword of vengeance did we see Brandisht agâ—inst our Luxury and pride Voluptuous surfets lust and tyranny Yet to our hearts all passage still deniâ—d All threats and terrours did our height deride Not all th' Aegyptian mischiefes were of force Our loue-sicke hearts from pleasure to diuorce But from the horrours of this gastly caue Or from those mansions of eternall rest Should some strange Legate lately sent to graue Returne to tell what wretched soules vnblest To deepest plagues and torment were opprest Or what high ioyes their painefull cares repay That vpward striue and keepe the heauenly way Then would they sure their sinfull heart discusse And pierc'd with griefe their wretchednesse lament Had they no hearts but Rockes of Caucasus Fixt in their breasts they could not but relent With melting sorrow for their dayes mispent Should such a messenger such newes relate They would beleeue nor doubt th' eternall State No more reply'd the Father-saint againe Then if blind errour straid from lightlesse Hell With bold delusion should presume to faine What summes of Angels from their stations fell And what vnchang'd in brightest glory dwell How neare the world his finall period hies Or what more deepe in misty darkenesse lies Those sacred sages that to Heauen did lend New light that clear'd all misteries diuine That into leaues did golden truth extend And vnto God drew soules with euery line Haue open set so full so rich a mine Of pretious wealâ—h as
on his fingers end For oh my torments in this fiery Lake At whose dread Name the peccant soule should quake Who can expresse my sorrowes boundlesse are As are thy ioyes and both beyond compare For cursed Sodome didst thou strongly pleade When ore their sinnes incensed vengeance hung But more dire droppes this goary heart hath bled Then on those heads the flaming tempest flung A hotter storme broyles this bewailing tongue Then let thy pitty to my plaints awake And on my woes some deare compassion take He ended when as if the spheares had rung Some tune-full change or thunder learn'd to chide In milder language or some Cherub sung With powerfull voyce that Hell to silencety'd From his high throne the Patriarch repli'd Whose sacred words first steept in heauenly dew Thus from his lippes in golden vollies flew What change is this what wonder strikes mine eare Art thou the man that did supinely sleepe On pleasures couch vnto the world so deare That now benighted in th' infernall deepe Dost thus raâ—e out thy sorrowes howle and weepe While I scorn'd wretch that at thy gates did pine Doth in full Orbe of heauenly glory shine Where 's now your power you that proudly could Lead your blind Goddesse in a golden chaine Where now your roabes so gorgeous to behold Your mounts of Gold rais'd in your worldly raigne Of friends and parasites your pompous traine Did all like leaues fly with your flitting breath And leaue you naked in that storme of death Fond prodigall to spend an age of Gold And act at last a woefull beggers part When nought auailes thy sorrowes to vnfold A thousand times vnhappy that thou art That ' boue thy dish wouldst neuer raise thy heart When mercy smil'd vpon thee from the skies How canst thou now lift vp those wretched eyes Doe but thy times of pleasure now record That didst no God but Gluttony confesse For whom thy house a Temple did afford Whose Altar was thy table of excesse Which still the fattest Sacrifice did presse The hallowed water was delicious wine The fire thy lust that neuer did decline Amongst thy cuppes with Rosy garlands crown'd Cens'd with perfumes in Princely purple drest All cares extinct all sorrowes deepely drown'd Still didst thou sit becalmd with ease and rest Mirth in thy face and solace in thy brest But as for Heauen it was a Pole to high For thy bruite sense that would to pleasure fly On basest Earth was centred all thy rest That drossy masse expos'd to lowest scorne Which how it seemes like some foule wormy nest Of nature quite abandon'd and forelorne Clos'd in the thicket of sharpe rending thorne Whose prickles cares whose leaues deceitfull arts And stony fruits are hard vnfruitfull hearts 'T is but a Field where sinne corruption sowes Where euery breaths infection blastes an eare Against the graine where euery creature goes Yet on this sandy base that nought will beare How high thou didst thy bold ambition reare Whose honour 'fore the thunder-clap of death Was but a flash and vanisht with thy breath Looke how a Porcpisce in the boyling Maine Ioyâ—d with the newes of some tempestuous blast Playes in the waues as in the winds disdaine While the poore Sea-man sadly climbs his Mast Folds vp his sailes and in his frights agast Heaues his pale eyes these powers to implore To waft his light Barke to the restfull shore So let high Heauen that with a piercing beame Disclouds each thought his wrathfull forehead bend Still wouldst thou wallow in full pleasures streame Let poore pin'd Lazarus all day extend His bloodlesse hands and throate with clamours rend Yet as thy heart had from some Rocke bin hew'd Nor storme it fear'd nor calme of pitty shew'd Now shall thy iudge thy cruelty requite And strike that fire from out thy flinty brest Shall to his glory lend a forced light Nor shall the throwes of anguish euer wrest The tune-full heart with heauenly vertue blest Nor sinne still trumph but too late shall thinke Vengeance nere sleepes though iustice seeme to winke Still still ingulfed in that Brimstone-flood That rowles about those griesly vaults of night Shalt thou bewaiâ—e that lost eternall good Whereof this Saint enioyes the ioyfull sight A plenilune of neuer-waining light Whose very glimpse would cleare all clouds of woe And make to life dead seas of sorrow flow Behold this Bower rear'd so high aboue Those iarring elements their heate and cold Those cloudy Tents that with the wind remoue Or restlesse Orbes with rapid motion rowl'd No Earth quake vndermines this happiest hold Vpon these battlements no tempest fals No thunder batters these imperiall Wals. It is that Pallace built to lasting ioyes Into whose height the King of glory goes That in his hand the mundane Globe doth poize And to the blest a world of pleasure showes To whom he doth rich Diademes dispose That here as pendant on the golden threads Of their pure liues adorne their happy heads Wall'd all with Iasper is this lofty Bower Which as his base vnualued gemmes vphold The Porters Angels high in place and power Each gate a pearle of bright celestiall mould The pauement Starres fixt in eternall Gold Roof'd as with Siluer with condensed flame Of glorious light that filles th' immortall frame In dazeling splendour of ten thousand dayes Shines the high Monarch that all glory lends Sunning all treasures in those precious rayes On whom the heauenly hierarchie attends As on whose Throne all vitall ioy depends In his pure beames let flights of Angels soare And with presented Crownes all Kings adore Pay worlds of Nations tribute to this King That doth their States in happines inuest Let his high prayses with the Sunne take wing And cleare the Firmament from East to West Great glorious Lord by all thine Armies blest Thou in whose hand I see that golden reed Measure my heart and let my zeale proceed Pure Maiesty that mayst all Crownes refine Thrise hallowed flame of light of life of loue Bright Orbe of grace that doth to glory shine High treasurer of honours stor'd aboue Circle and center vnto all that mooue Natures sweet Organist thy highest straine What voyce can reach to sing thy happi'st raigne One beame of thine out-shines a world of light One call would start corruption from the graues One glance would cleare the cloudy brow of night One nod becalme the Oceans surging waues One smile send sorrow sighing to his canes One Altar-sparke of thine in lightlesse Hell Would kindle day and all the shades dispell Of Heauens rich beauties to the rauisht sight One mirrour here all treasures doe reflect One Globe all beames of glory doth vnite One load-starre all the voyagers direct One soueraigne power in safety all protect One banquet here both soules and senses feasts And filles and feeds nor euer cloyes the guests The ten-fold curtaine of these azure spheares Serues but to vaile this Arke from fleshly eyes But when her head the soule exultant reares With open wings