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Poems on several occasions being the result of idle hours, to please the desire of some friends / written by J.T. Esq.
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J. T., Esq.
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to enter soon or late It is the Door of Christianity Which none but blind Reprobates do deny And the sign of Regeneration Which gives Interest in Christ's Passion Caena Domini cibus est animae gratiae alimentum nutrix pietatis solaminis canalis pignus amoris THE Lord's Supper is the true Feast of Souls Where we may chear our selves with brim full Bowls Being the healthy aliment of Grace 'T will chear our Hearts and smooth our mournsul Face 'T will nourish Piety ingage our Love Unto the Laws of Jesus Christ above 'T will make us believe what God's true word saith It seals our Gifts and strengtheneth our Faith Evangelii predicatio aeternae vitae est promulgatio pietatis semen virtutis poculum consolationis vehiculum cordis fulcrum imber gratiae animae pharmacum mortuis tuba caecis lux dux errantibus titubantibus baculum esurientibus cibus ignorantibus fons Scientiae oceanus gaudii parens fidei WOuld we live in pure love free from strife Heark to the preaching of eternal Life The Gospel is of Piety the Seed Which contains the Articles of our Creed Virtues Cup Vehicule of Consolation Best searcher of Hearts and Cordial in the Nation A Shower refreshing of Divine Grace Which fructifyeth all the faithful Race 'T is the dispensatory of the Soul Which Cures the Sins and sickness of the foul 'T is the Alarm and Trumpet of the Dead Which makes them speak from their cold earthy Bed Nothing on this side Heaven can be more kind It gives everlasting Light to the blind To the erroneous 't is a sure Guide It steers them right against both Wind and Tyde It is a Staff unto the Lame falling Which maketh him to mind his high calling Which maketh him to long for this good meat Which all such hungry Stomachs will repleat 'T is a Foundation liberal Colledge Which giveth to the Ignorant Knowledge 'T is an Ocean full of lively Joy And none that diveth in it will destroy It will beget in us a lively Faith If we will but hearken to what it saith Sacredotes pij sunt dotes praetiosissimae THE best Fruit on this side of the Heaven That unto Man in Paradise was given Are those most holy and most wholesome Figgs That grow on the Gospels pretious twigs Qui pugnat sine mandato paenam accipit non mercedem qui praedicat fine vocatione peccat non prodest HE that fighteth without lawful command Is like an Highway-man that bids Men stand Who for his reward deserves Punishment And of his forwardness ought to repent He that preacheth without a lawful Calling Is like a decay'd Building always falling He sinneth he doth not teach nor profit Therefore no real good can come of it Conscientia est Index vindex bona Caeli est porta primitiae mala damnationis prodromus Gehennae Miseriarum principium COnscience is the Index of our Life To which we are linked like Man and Wife A Judge which our most secret Thoughts will spell A Justifier of us if we do well 'T is the gate and beginning of our bliss And by it Heaven we can never miss An evil Conscience forestalls Damnation And is ever hopeless of Salvation It doth begin the Miseries of Hell Where those that wrong their Conscience shall dwell The pains whereof no mortal tongue can tell Vita vere religiosa optimum est medicamen contra timorem terrorem stimulum mortis bonus semper vivit abit enim non obit absconditur non abscinditur Dormit non perit mutatur non moritur ALife that 's by religious Rules Altho' the busie World may count such Fools It 's the best Medicines against fear Or against the terrors of black Despair In the whole World there is no such Thing Against Death's fatal and venemous Sting A good Man doth not dye but always live For God eternal Life to him doth give He is stepped aside for some little while Like to a Man that 's gone but a Mile He is hidden a while he is not slain And quickly shall he return again He sleepeth doth not decay nor perish But he shall everlastingly flourish He is but changed he doth never dye He leaveth Earth to soar unto the Sky Diu vixit qui pie moritur fructus est laboris finis operis pacere melioribus HE hath doubtless well run this short Lifes race Who hath not to Answer for abuse of Grace He must doubtless make a most pious end And find the great eternal God his Friend Where he shall have the reward of his pain In endless Joys with everlasting gain The end of all his Labours there shall cease And the gracious God shall always please And fully enjoy everlasting Peace Soli Deo Gloria THE Glories of Lords Dukes Emperors Kings All temporary fading created Things Derive their Being from the greatest blest Jehove The unexhausted Fountain of all Love As we are taught at large in sacred Story Therefore to him let us give all the Glory Idem WHo made this World in harmony to chime Who made the eternal Spring of all time Who made the pacing Numbers of all Rhime Who made all Things that are or e're shall be Who but the great Almighty God is he Therefore we do deserve eternal blame If we give not all glory to his Name The Cardinal Vertues turned into Verse On Prudence AGlass of Christal in a Field of green Of all People to be most fairly seen The Lords fear is the beginning of Prudence If to Solomon we give but credence She searcheth all Things and tryeth forth Truth And is the fittest guide for Age or Youth She weigheth all Things both the good and bad And taketh the best Counsel may be had She judgeth Things present with Things are past Deliberately not with too much hast Thereby preventing all Dangers to come Pent in swift Times unfathomable Womb. Prudence discerns all Things Good from Evil Virtue from Vice and God from the Devil On Justice A Ballance of Silver in a Field of blue Giving to every one their right and due She upholdeth the property of all Estates And causeth Foes to be most loving Mates Not leaving them to ungovernable Fates telling what to do what to leave undone Guiding us with true Light clear as the Sun Preserving all People in Common-Wealth Keeping the Body Politick in health Giving reward to those that do deserve Letting Transgressors in penury to starve Sustaining the poor indigent and weak Giving them Feet to walk and Mouths to speak Justice measureth by an exact Line Setting a perfect Path between thine and mine On Fortitude A Pillar of Porphire in a golden Field Who can endure the touch and scorns to yeild Who hath a true and invincible Spirit Grounded on belief of his true Merit He careth not to spend his Goods Life Blood To serve his God or do his Country good Doing Things laudable with courage sure Bent the most adverse Fortune to endure Holds his intent
without alteration Not to be byassed by a whole Nation All just Quarrels to allow and maintain As long as any blood is left in a vein He seeks for Succour of none but God alone Who slew a thousand Men with an Asses bone On Temperance AJug and Cup of a bright Ruby Rock In a Field of Silver nothing can shock She ruleth herself with discretion Being never taken in transgression Staying our courage in unlawful things A Virtue fit for Noble-men and Kings Guiding all things in Order and Degree Qualifying the heats of thee and me Keeps alway the mean both in word and deed And hath no cause to Vomit Purge or Bleed Temperance abstaineth from things unlawful And alway is Obedient and awful Despiseth this World desireth Heaven Which to the Temperate Man is givén On the Free-School at Fowey COme all you learned Athenian Ghosts Of whom the Ancients did make their boasts Me with your Pythagorean Souls inspire That I mayn't be untuneful in your Quoire Teach me to Consecrate this happy place To every Muse and to every Grace That of your Sons may be perpetual race Let me the beauty of this Fabrick tell May true learning in it for ever dwell And may it all other Schools far excel Yet none of her Sisters will I dispraise But she should wear the Lawrel and the Bays And now I should forget my A B C Should I forget to speak in praise of thee Most Famous and truly learned Mr. Weeks Who might pass for one of the Native Greeks Who hath brought School-learning to perfection By mending her Beauty and Complection And hath made her lovers enjoy her more In three Months time than a whole year before Abreviating those pedantick Rules That make School-Boys but understanding Mules A method yet unknown to other Schools Thy patience all follies doth wink at Nil tam dificile est quod non Solertia vincat Thou canst correct without the severe rod Having of learning's rules the true method This if any doubts let him be advis'd By the Grammars thou hast epitomis'd And now all you Neighbours that dwell around That are not in Gulph of Ignorance drown'd Would you have your Children instructed well Would you have them with honest folks to dwell Foy School doth carry the largest bell On J. M. of T. Esquire TO Sing the praises of vertuous Men I want the skill of Shadwell or of Ben. But with that slender Poetry I have I 'le mind his Memory and pay his Grave His Youthful years were spent at Court Where the accomplish'd Nobles do resort Where he his swift time did not idly spend But was always most useful to his friend He did the King and his great Court adorn And Vâ—â—e and Flattery did hate and scorn Likewise that Hellish crime Rebellion And was an honour to Endellion For when vile Rebels struck off England's head All Peace and Happiness from England sled And each his Sword in 's Brothers bowells shed He then did espouse the Loyal party And was in that Cause Zealous and hearty Fighting for 's King true Liberty and Laws Nay for God and his good righteous Cause And before most famous Plimouth's great Town He purchased much Honour and Renown But when God's omnipotence destroy'd that Boar That his Vineyard had so much spoil'd and tore And brought our Good King to his home in Peace All fearful Wars and Bloodsheds then did cease Our friend return'd to his Country-Seat No way aspiring to be vainly great He spent his after time in tranquility Living decent not beyond ability He loved true Friendship and reality With good House-keeping and Hospitality He loved his Children and his dear Wife He lived in true Concord free from strife And injoyed a long and prosp'rous Life But who can avoid common destiny It being ordain'd for all once to die So we will leave our Friend in rest to lye Desiring Relations would cease to cry On J. V. of T. Esquire COme all you chiming Poets here lament My slow Muse will not ' bate you one per Cent. But doth implore and doth invoake you all To Celebrate this mournful Funeral And with your sounding Voice and Musick try To stop the Current of this mighty cry And sing out aloud for yours the trust is How equally he held the Ballance Justice And what Fortitude he shew'd in God's Cause By maintaining true Religious Laws What temperance he used in his life Th' elements of 's body were ne're in strise All actions he weigh'd and then did them choose And prudence in them all he still did use To keep ill company was very loath And it did grate his Ears to hear an Oath Virtue was not his task but his free choice For which he hath the universal voice Should I relate his Alms and house keeping I should set the Neighbourhood all a weeping His Religion soar'd to the highest pitch That our Gospel precepts do us teach For he not only loved his Friend but Foe Yet never gave any reason to be so And no Man's Charity can higher flow Should I tell all can be said of our Friend My Verse like to Writing would never end Therefore next I 'll give account of his Wives Omitting the Character of their Lives Of the first he might have reason to vaunt Being the present Bishop Trelawney's Aunt The Second was the Family of Glauvill A Woman full of Virtue free from ill Which would tempt the digression of my quill But all that I now of her shall relate She left many love Pledges to her Mate The last Woman he for his Consort chose Was Speccot Nichol's Widow of Penvose Surviving her since that he did remain A mournful Widower free from all stain Setting forth God's glory for which he was born Being fully ripe like a shock of Corn God hath gather'd him his Garner t' adorn Sent to him while living SIR I Hope you 'll take no Fancy or Conceit At this unpresidented uncompleat For I know you are so well Learned and well Bred To know you 'll live among the Immortal Dead Yet I hope you will stand it like a first Rate And anticipate your Destiny and Fate He that dyes dayly ne'er dies soon nor ' late Which I wish extended to the longest date In the mean time accept this poor slender Verse Which will want room upon your large mournful Herse On the Election at F. LOng have we in Peace and Happiness dwelt And ne'er the dismal Effects of discord felt When all our Interests were linked in one And none of us were single or alone When each our Minds revealed to other As confident as Brother to Brother Then was no difference in Elections Our Neighbours then had our Affections But now Discord hath made seperation Foreign we are as Nation to Nation I wish we would be better advised And all of us become Naturalized Laying aside all Circumvention Let the Publick Good be our pretention For which let 's have a real Intention And set an