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Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
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DIVINE GLIMPSES OF A Maiden Muse Being Various MEDITATIONS and EPIGRAMS On Several SUBjECTS With A probable future CURE Of Our present Epidemical MALADY If the means be not too long neglected By Chr. Clobery Esquire LONDON Printed by James Cottrel 1659. To his undoubted though unknown Friend George Wither Esq Britain's Ancient REMEMBRANCER SIr though to me unknown your person be Your better parts my soul doth plainly see In your fulfill'd predictions and in those Which shall fulfilled be how soon none knows But he who them inspir'd Yet I dare say I 'm sure they shall and hope to see the day Of their fulfilling when our Rulers here Shall hearken to a slighted Engineer And shall have ears to hear and eyes to see The wayes of truth of peace and unity And walk therein Mean while dear Sir peruse This Widows Mite of an old Maiden-Muse Wherein what you approve let stand what not Razeout If all be faulty all out blot And blot my folly too let silence shie Make its remembrance in your censure die I much desir'd to be a Witness true Unto these Nations long since warn'd by you Of God's proceedings with them and that he Call'd you of old their Watchman here to be And that you faithfully discover'd to them Time after time their ways that would undo them And shew'd their way of peace yet we march on On the wrong fork of your Greek Ypsilon The Lord sound our retreat for he alone Can guide right who so long astray have gone And here I testifie unto these Nations That though they fall you sought their preservations And that their fall is wilful but however You have a sure reward laid up for ever And this I hope will some small comfort be To your oppressed Muse when she shall see An English man attest that she 's divine And sun-like shall in Britain henceforth shine When future Generations unseal'd eyes Shall see accomplish'd your past prophecies Which if our souls with patience can attend Gods glory and our good shall be the end Christopher Clobery To the Reader REader this Poem verbally the same was composed divers years since and dedicated to Mr. Wither a man to me utterly unknown and about three years since at my first sight of him offered to him whose modest refusal to own my attributes concurring with my bashful timidity of publishing it hath hitherto suppress'd it And the great God who hath since by his providences whipt me to it knows that with much reluctancy of spirit I now divulge it as that which hath been kept secret from my near and dear Relations whose pardon I here implore for the same Cover the defects hereof with candid connivence the Errours of the Press with the consideration of my neer 200 miles distance from the Printer If this profit my Countrey or thee it will redound to my joy if it disprofit my self to my contentation and submittance to his Divine Will who wrought this impulse on the spirit of Thy Friend in Him C. C. ERRATA PAge 3. line 2. for Embyron read Embryon p. 8. l. 1. r. man p. 14. l. 4. f. sores r. snares p. 16. l. 7. f. ambitious r. ambition's p. 21. l. 22. f. grudgeth r. grudg'th p. 26. l. 18. f. he r. her p. 32. l. 21. f. fained r. famed p. 34. l. 30. f. overcometh r. o'ercometh p. 35. l. 36. f. the r. this p. 41. l. 6. f. his r. is ibid l. 11. f. judgement r. judgements l. 13. f. presumptious r. presumption 's l. 29. f. profan'th r. profan'st l. 34. r. presumption 's l. 35. f. works r. work p. 47. l. 1. f. whip'd r. wip'd p. 48. l. 3. f. neer r. new l. 24. f. move r. moare l. 29. f. dewie r. drery p. 51. l. 9. f. victual r. victuals p. 53. l. 24. r. keeps p. 55. l. 18. r. foyes l. 22. r. should f. shall p. 57. l. 30. f. souls r. fowls ibid f. whom r. when p. 61. l. 19. f. hive r. hine l. 24. f. flame r. flames f. wants r. want p. 66. l. 20. r. all thy customers p. 67. l. 4. f. no r. on p. 70. l. 1. r. provok'st l. 23. f. putifri'st r. putrifi'st l. 30. r. corrosives p. 71. l. 10. r. autocrator p. 73. l. 11. r. mislead p. 79. l. 16. r. foiles l. 18. r. panpharmacon f. paupharmacon p. 87. l. 26. f. divine r. dimne p. 89. l. 9. f. first r. fixt p. 97. l. 11. f. sphaere r. peere p. 110. l. 15. f. leave r. lave p. 111. l. 15. f. you 're r. you 've l. 26. f. past r. part p. 121. l. 33. f. the r. thee p. 129. l. 1. f. valedictionis r. valedictiones p. 136. l. 8. f. the r. thee p. 154. l. 17. f. precious stones r. precious sons p. 155. l. 6. f. betten r. better p. 162. l. 12. f. self-proud sway r. selfs proud sway DIVINE GLIMPSES OF A MAIDEN MUSE On Election REveal'd things may be Christian Poets song But hidden things to God alone belong LOVE was the reason why he thus did do But such a LOVE as none can dive into On the Creation LOrd what a wonder 's here which none but thou Could bring to pass as Atheists must avow Nature sayes Out of nothing nothing's had But Natures God of nothing all things made Heav'n Earth and Sea with all that in them is Angels and Men yet nought of all amiss Till those whom thou most perfect mad'st of all Corrupted all the rest by their base fall Angels and Men were they that robb'd of glory The whole Creation and made transitory What thou mad'st permanent their sinning drew Vanity on the creature and thence grew Each Discord and Dissention that doth raign Among them all and us and shall remain Until thy Kingdom come when thou shalt right Whatever we made crooked in thy sight Which hasten Lord that if thy pleasure be In this our pilgrimage we may it see The wondrous work of thy well-tim'd creation Deserves observance and our admiration Times date and birth from this first week of years Or day of weeks or hour of days appears And as we know there was no Time before Our Faith foresees when Time shall be no more Here all these temporary things begun Fram'd by thy Word and when their time is run Shall by the same Word cease again to be Save what eterniz'd is by thy Decree A parte post which everlasting made Though time began them shall not with time fade Such Angels are and such our souls and we Shall such in bodies after Judgement be Yea now such are onely here 's interruption Till this corruption put on incorruption Till this mortality invested be With immortality which change to thee Is less then nothing though to us most strange Who changest what thou wilt yet dost not change Our Bodies pulverated nay much more Admit annihilated thou'lt restore Identically such again to be The very same as we the same now see Save what may perfectize thine
hath seen Say Princess great why is thy look so grim To what 's meer man being so fair and trim To gracious souls it's but the fear of change That makes thee so And yet oh wonder strange Want of change caus'th that fear man hear my breath Change but thy self thou'lt ne'er fear change by death Death's visage is a looking-glass wherein Thou view'st thy foul deformity by sin It 's guilt of that breeds fear of death in man Whilst rinsed souls with joy embrace it can See see besotted earth-worm who hast run The race of man and nought but cob-webs spun Sow'd rotten seed death thy race terminates Cuts off thy warp thy harvest antidates And makes it dreadful which might joyful be If thou thy way of safety couldst but see Death is a bond-mark-bridge to Heav'n and Hell On yonder side On this to earth as well Three spatious Kingdoms yea the three and all On this side are two roads which equal fall At the bridge-end the roads of joy and wo And every man in one of them doth go On t'other side two spatious Inns are built The one for innocence t'other for guilt To entertain the Travellers that pass The former roads In these a boundless mass Of joyes and woes are treasur'd up in store Where they shall joy or mourn for evermore Both Inns are at Bridge-end on t'other side One hath a narrow gate the other wide Whoe'er in either enters ne'er returns But there eternally or joys or mourns Joy's road is narrow rough and thorny woe 's Broad plain and smooth wherein the whole world goes Have care to chuse thy path and rightly judge For there 's no changing paths beyond the bridge But each of all the num'rous pilgrims throngs Lies in that Inn that to his path belongs And there remains for ever Heed thy walk It 's of concernment high whereof we talk Tread the straight path then death will be thy friend And guide thee to joy's Inn at journey's end For she presents the ghests in both the places And is chief Umpire in all doubtful cases For many seem to walk in way of zeal Whose specious shews do good opinion steal Ev'n of the best Yet tri'd by death's true test Lie down in sorrows Inn among the rest Others but few may seem to walk the ways That lead to wo whom death at last displays To be the joy-house ghests who there sit down And for their crosses here enjoy a crown Death is both ferry-man and boat whereby We launch the Ocean of eternity The Poets Charon who doth waft alone Souls to Elysium or to Acheron It is the intermitting point whereby We time divide from perpetuity Our time dies with us though time 's self remain Unto the time when we shall rise again In brief it 's but a blank at life's line 's end To bad men mortal foe to good a friend It 's amiable in a faithful eye But horrible to Belial's progeny Fond man cease death to fear make right thy heart Faith steeps in Balsamum death's surest dart Trans-forms its wounds to cures for thou shalt live Eternally by the wound death doth give The Epigram PAle Princess spare thy threats we know thy force Thou su'st the soul and bodies short divorce It lasts but one night's rest and that 's a toy For in the morning they shall meet with joy Thou wounded'st once our brother Lord and King And in that wound drone-like didst lose thy sting Now thou canst hurt no more save such mad elves As bring thee a new sting to kill themselves 'T were better for them death had kept his sting Then they be stung to death by stings they bring Though plain perire be a fate past jest Pennis perire propriis grave est Judgment HArk hark rebellious man the trumpet sounds Thy judgment-march the earth for fear rebounds Rocks rock the mountains tremble all the world Is ague-shook into hearts passion hurl'd Tellus keeps open house the grave 's unfraught Thetis re-renders up the dead she caught Both now their captives forth to judgment bring Before the throne of Heav'ns eternal King They can't detaine a dust of good nor bad But re-deliver must whate'er they had The ratling flames with horrid whirling roar Drink up the Sea and eat at once the shoar It 's quite in vain to mountains now to cry Or rocks to hide they all like atoms fly Hence in the beams of fire-light Oh! look look Sun Moon and Stars have Firmament forsook They fall like mellow fruit in blustring storms The spheres are shrivel'd up and loose their forms The Elements do melt the fixed Stars Fall down pel-mel as soldiers drop in wars The Heavens can no canopy afford No curtain thee to hide for in a word Both Heav'n and earth are nonplus'd at this blast And shall together in new molds be cast Thou' rt past advising now appear thou must Thy sentence to receive which will be just That 's all thy comfort and small comfort 't is To those who in this life have done amiss For all accounts shall here be fully cast And each man have full pay for labour past See yonder where the Judges books are come Whereby he judges and will pay all home According as appears by those records Whose counterparts thy own scar'd soul affords And still hath kept lockt up in conscience-chest But now must bring them forth among the rest Both she and thou and all know all is true In those records so there needs no review Sentence will soon be past the judge will say To you of his left-handed herd Away Depart from me ye cursed into fire That lasts for ever fitted for your Sire The Devil and his Angels Oh sad doom Yet ne'er to be revok'd for time to come Wer 't but to death or to annihilation The pains would end by senses deprivation But in these torments life and sense remain Yet neither life nor sense save those of pain Pains measureless and endless pour'd on thee Where wronged mercy will most cruel be Millions of ages past thy pains appear As far from end as when thou first wast there Their measure is as much as Devils can Devise of torment to inflict on Man Or an Almighty God can storm on those Who have declar'd themselves his mortal Foes There needs no more be spoke Ah wretched wight Think on this day before eternal night Prevent thy thinking on 't by being in 't Fence off the blow before thou feel the dint It 's true in God's as well's in Nature's school QUIS EXPECTAVIT is a cure-less fool If hearing man be told that death is nigh And scorns to heed it he must surely die Heed heed thy way of peace in this thy time Repent each former shun each future crime Redeem thy time to come none can what 's past Spend thy first hour as if it were thy last Think still thou dost the trumps loud summons hear ARISE you Dead to Judgement quick appear With penitential water