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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
clear Intellectual Mind In Virtue having out-run his ancient Race In Heaven he hath got an everlasting Place On W. S. of M. Esq HAD I the Poets Rapture or their Rage I 'de sing the Praises of venerable Age. Where Reason Justice Piety did dwell Whose End and Aim was always to do well Who being guided by Divine fore-sight He did always lead his own Life aright Free from Error or Romish Superstition He erected in himself an Inquisition And Temperance was his chief Physician Blind Cant and Phanaticism he did hate And was a chief Pillor in Church and State Publick Imploys he had a great many And did discharge them all as well as any Judge he was of the whole Admiralty Likewise Vice-Warden of the Stannery Deputy-Lieutenant and Colonel Both which he discharged exceeding well He was true Conservator of the Peace From Business and Duty he never did cease His Religion was true and Authentick And as ancient as the Atlantick And his Family was great and Antique His Praises to write what Pen is able Whose great Virtues were unimitable And all his whole Life most admirable But now having bidden his Friends good night God hath given him everlasting Light On the B. of E. HAIL all renowned and blest Patriot Who addest lustre to them thee begot Whose Charity extends o'er the large Globe And giveth glory to the Lords bright Robe Whose Virtues like thy capatious mind Are free and liberal unconfin'd Which have preferved thee when in Tower Gainst Arbitrary and lawless Power Thy Fame then the Cannons much louder roars It reacheth from Native to Foreign Shoars It cannot be heghtned by slight Poetry Nor by the Title of Lord Trelawny Which hath already reach'd the Sky Where thy great love and friendship doth extend Like our greatest and universal Friend Who will Crown the Mitre at this Worlds end On Sir R. S. FRiendships darling loves delight Virtues choice Of all thou hast the universal Voice Others friendships are to their Friends confin'd Thine's capatious as thy boundless Mind And is extended to all humane kind All the four great Virtues Cardinal In thy inlarged Soul are Centrical Thy Character most truly to compleat Thou' rt the extract of all that 's Good and Great On the E. of R. SAddle bold Pegasus and all his Race My Muse may find out Honours resting Place And now she hath fetch'd her full career And hath now travailed both far and near She'th found it at home in a peerless Peer Honour Love Friendship Affability With the true extract of Gentility Whose Vertues are far more honourable Than Or or Argent Vert. Gules or Sable I 'm sure my Muse delights not in Fable Whose Religion in reality Which will sure when he leaves Mortality Cause him in Heaven above for to dwell My tardy Muse endeavours to bode well My resty Pegasus begins to bound And faine would cast my Muse on Cornish ground And having thrown of both bridle and dock Would very willingly lye nigh the Rock On N. B. DULL slumbring Muse awake thy self upraise And sing the pleasures of thy youthful Days When at Oxford where the blest Muses ring Whence Knowledge and all Sciences do spring Where my lovely Dame and I have spent Many happy Hours to our sweet content Where we were both destined from our Birth To taste the Fruits of Paradise on Earth Innocently we did enjoy our Love Like little Children or the gall-less Dove Never were I between thy pretty Leggs Where lyes conceal'd sweet Muskadine and Eggs And where would stoop the greatest Beglerbegs Your House in Castreet History did adorn We have often perused with Mrs. Horn. Then in a Boat strewed with green Rushes We have gone to hear the warbling Thrushes Who were out done by thy melodious strains Who charmest the Academick and the Swains And all whose blood 's not child in their old Veins 'T was at the pretty pleasures of a Wake That first I did of th' happyness pertake And was more lucky than Sir Francis Drake When he new Worlds to us did discover I was so very fortunate a Lover My genious over thee will hover Till we shoot the Gulph to Heaven or Hell I never shall forget kind Madam Nell And bless my Stars and Exeter Colledge That gave me of thee the happy Knowledge On Madam B. welcome into the Country THe brave Cornish Muses Deserve no excuses For not bidding you welcome hither For inspired from above With Poetry and Love They should do it all together For your Mind so serene Like to the Queen of Spain Is free from all turbulent Passion With Verse a whole Fleet They ought you to greet Even as I do in some Fashion Your Religion is plain And runs in the old Vein And is not at all Superstitious Your Life is most devout Like to a Martyr stout And is not at all Fictitious Your Example will teach What in vain others Preach To perswade us to abstain from Sin So without any loss You 'l refine our thick Dross And give us your fined Gold for our Tin Could my slow Muse fly And Soar to the Sky And see the beautiful Nymphs of Fame Astrea nor Celia Nor lovely Cosmelia Have not so Celestial a Name As Eliza Second best Amongst the wondrous rest Of fair and conquering Woman kind That Man that doth not see Divinity through thee Is not only dark but blind May we still you enjoy Without e're being coy Till you part from Sister and Brother And for better for worse Without any remorse You follow the steps of your Mother You 're Welcome to our Parts With all our whole Hearts And may nothing our Friendship sever Till in Heaven above With blest Peace and true Love We all meet where we shall part never On the Dasie quasi Days Eye It opens and shuts with the Sun ALtho' we lye open all the long Day And in the pleasant Sun-shine bask and play The darksome Night will come in which we must Close our pale Heads and turn to Earth and Dust On a Dasie THE Dasie the bright Queen of all the Feilds Which so much Pleasure and contentment yieds When that she doth every where bespread Her Eye pleasing beauteous Coverled Upon the which each loving longing Swain Of Cloris and Phillis doth still complain Unkind and fickle Souls who always prove Deaf to the Men that do them mostly love But to the Men sond and lovingly blind That unto them are most severe unkind Like Men in Feavers that do burn and rave And what doth injure them do mostly crave Upon such beauteous and flowry Banks There are play'd many gay youthful pranks Where some Lovers prove more tender hearted Who from their Swains are not soon parted Untill in the height of Loves fiercest rage They do get of themselves the true Image Which doth survive them in th' next Age. Then falling into sleep they forget quite The approaches of the following Night But in folded Arms together do lye Being o're