then the Game Behold the Hunt is up THE SOVLES EXERCISE The Argument Before the Great and Fearefull Day of Doome Which by true Signes neere past will shortly come Great Brittain's warn'd the Old Mans tricks to scan And with more Love to lodge the Inward Man O That Men would think on the Latter day Whose Signes began with Horror and Dismay Since Sathan was let loose to rack and scorch With Martyrs Flame our late Reformed Church No Preterperfect nor the Future Tense But then the Praesent suits the Creatures Sence When Time shall be no more but ever Light Or ever Darke From this Perpetuall Night Of Sadnesse Lord defend my Spotted Soule That canst at Will the Gates of Hell controule And by sweet Trance canst ope the Milk-white way To lead my steps to that Eternall Day How oft hast thou from Weaklings rays'd thee Prayse Then grant me Grace to warble out these Layes Which I began with th'Hunt is up to day That I may chase Hels Instruments away The wily Foxe the Wolfe and ravenous Beare But not with Yâ—alpes poore silly Sheepe to feare Noâ— to disturbe like Taverns roaring Boyes Good Christians Nightly Rest with Hellish Noise Or with base Fidlers Tunes who gape for Gaine Their Lusts from Strangers Windows to maintaine Fly Buffâ—ons hence no flouts nor wanton glance Nor scuffling Tones suit w th our Newmans trance Not for wits Froth nor Poets potting Pen Nor for Old Dreames shall any Godly men Taxe me withall My ayme is Libertines And Sluggards to rouze up by Christian Lines And that th'Elect of Brittaines Ile may blush To jarre for Trifles Nifles or a Rush At least to let them know that we should side With him whose Rights with Mammon they divide But let Divines without Scholastick Cavell And Politicks without damn'd Machiavell Tell us how comes Mankind so prone to Evill 〈◊〉 from Oâ—d Adam Custome or the Divell Or rather from this mixt Triplicity By Gods just Doome for mens Impiety Our States-men stand here gravel'd nor define Can Nature such deepe Points but the Divine On these Resolves assures our Pilgrimage That to secure from the Old Creatures Rage Our New-mans Sparke we must contend buckle With Men Fiends ere Grace this Infant suckle We must Believe and Pray do Fruitfull Workes And crush the Snake which in our bosome lurkes For these Attempts the Serpent to unmaske In Eden first Mans Crosse row is my Taske The two from whom our Heralds all agree With one Consent to draw Mens Pedegree Be they Crown'd Kings or Subjects bond or Free Adam and Eve the Male Female Tree Were form'd by Him who both the Globs Created Whereof the One with Goodly Rights estated God gave to them from Taxe or Tribute free And so their Race enjoyed it till the Fee By Giants wav'd and Nemhrods Tyranny The upper like a Spangled Canopy With Christall propt to lift their minds with wonder He left for Breath for Heat to seat them vnder And to observe the Influence Motion Height Not racking Starres with Negromanticke Sleight Because Man should with Angels linkt in One Harmonious League on God depend alone To do his Will who rais'd him from the dust To praise his Name without the least distrust Not Creatures Thrones or Principalities Nor courting other Gods with Sacrifice For who would sue to an Inferiour Lord The King in place that heareth every word God for this End and for his Glories sake Assigned Man his Comforts to partake He left all things to his Elections Sway Except One Tree in Eden to assay And try by One Command his Creatures mind Whether he would prove Constant or Unkind Yea God forbad to tast the Curious Tree Of Good and Ill because He did foresee That Longing Fits in Maladies would end That worldly Craft did restlesse Cares portend That Innocence once lost Man would divide Christs Soveraignty and with the Divell side That he the Golden meane would soone neglect And fall into Excesse or the defect That Will uncurb'd to damned Actions tends That Pride much knowledge puffes shame Pride attends For when good knowlâ—dge with the Ill did match Then they began a Mungrell Brood to hatch Like those who heretofore with Pagan Rite And Schoolemens Glosse disguis'd Gods hoâ—y Light Although such Plagues ensued by the Breach Of Gods Command yet doth Experience teach The Fruit it selfe so strange in Operation Perhaps might bring with it some Alteration And helpe the Humours to exasperate As the Breach did the Soule contaminate So Meales without Thanksgiving cause disease And Physicke with Gods blessing turnes to Ease Do not all things on which our Bodies feed Blood Choler Fleame and Melancholy breed Do not we see that things Inanimate As Roots and Gummes nay Minerals abate Or raise the force of things more excellent Doth not dimm'd Eyes the Saphire blew content And Hemlocks Juice like Vapors of strong Wine Disturbe the Braine and Humour Christaline Doth not the Jet insult upon a Straw As Steele is by the Loadstone kept in awe What Franticke Lust comes by Cantharides What Flames by Circes charm'd Hippomanes How luckily Quicksilver mortifi'd Hath for the Wormes and the great Poxe bin tri'd Yet Sublimate doth like to Hell inflame To Poyson turnes and kils the Vitall Flame How have the Lungs by Orpiment beene cur'd And the Faint Heart by Liquid Gold secur'd How forcible 'gainst Plagues and Feavers are Mirrhe Saffron Aloes Stibium Bezoar Garlicke allayes raw Ayre and watrish Food But Mads like Wine the Dry Braine and the Blood Wine-bibbers know that Vines with Coleworts war As rampant Lust is cool'd by Nenuphar Sometimes I saw a Glutton crost in Will His Trencher daub'd with Colloquintids Pill How by the Sunne Glasse things remote may fire To yeeld the reason would not Reason tire Or why Tobacco or the Vomick Nut Opium or Henbane do the Sences glut Or why the Juice of Spurge or Tithimall Held to the Gummes cause all the Teeth to fall If such as these with us worke Miraâ—les And growing plants yet more what Obstacles Can Atheists plead to barre Our Fatall Tree Or that of Life but that it grew so free Whereby on Man no ferall Deaths disease The Fruite once tane by him could ever seize Untill God did th' impaled Garden fence Or drowne it by the Flood for Lusts Offence This Fruit we reap't by knowing Good and Ill When as the Precepts Breach defil'd the will But to returne where now I did digresse Man stayd not long before he did transgresse And violate the Law with Carnall sence Slighting his Makers Love and Providence Man had large Grace and Freedome of Election But he of Both did quickly make defection He knew th' Events the Covenant his Doome For Life or Death and what would sure become Of him and his if he Gods will transgrest Yet would he be of Knowledge more possest Than well became a Creature limited Yea and perhaps the Woman coveted Assoone as Sathan told his form all
broome Of Discipline sweeping foule Lusts away And the Worlds love which bring into decay The Heavenly Seed choakt up with Pompe cares Like Earthly Graine with Cockle Thornes Tares What makes a Surgeon use Corroding Waters For Festred Soares but that they are Abaters Of the proud Flesh why doe Physitians give Their Bitter Pilles unto the Sicke that grieve Of causes hid but that the bodyes sink Cannot be Purg'd of Filth and Humours stink By sweet Receipts no more should Gods Eâ—ect The Joyes of New Jerusalem expect Without first passing through the Bloud red Seas Of Sorrowes deepe to gaine perpetuall ease I meane not Griefe for losse of worldly wealth Or Carnall Friends but losse of Saving health Griefe for the wordes ecclipse Griefe for our sinne Griefe for the Snares which Saints are toyled in Who to this dying Doctrine will encline His Heart and to Austerity confine His Life he shall be crowned for his durance With Heavens Blisse whereof Christ gives assurance With these true Golden Rules seal'd in the Heart None gaines the Godheads love without some Smart Who Christ his markes more here of Torture beares In Heaven be the brighter Garland weares A Hymne explaining the cause of our Saviours Sufferings on the Crosse together with the effects of his Buriall WE were the Cause and none but we Why Christ was naild unto the Tree We were the Cause worse then the Scribes Nay worse then Judas with his Bribes Of Christ his death and Guiltlesse Bloud We tore his Flesh like Vipers Brood We drunk his Bloud like Cannibals Who men Redeem'd when they were Thralles The Jewes misus'd Him but one day Whereas we dayly him betray And Crucify the Lord againe Saints in his Limmes for spite or Gaine We rave farre worse then did the Jewes Our Carnall Lusts and Ghostly stewes Our Pride Deceites and Avarice Our Riots Feasts and Fopperies Our Healthes Debates and losse of Time Shew why Christ up the Crosse did climbe Let us then waigh with Penitence Sinnes fiery sting the Crosses sence Let us bewayle our wretchednesse Which brought our Saviour to distresse And think upon these Rules with Feare That Trees which are both dry and seare Shall sure be fell'd since blooming Wood Hath beene destroyed as with a Floud And that all Soules shall suffer losse Unlesse they muse upon the Crosse And thereby hope for inward Peace The Spirits gifts and sinnes release By vertue of that Costly Price Which hung thereon for Sacrifice For which high Deed while we have breath We never will forget his Death But in our Mindes wee will infixe His Merites Love and Crucifixe His Living Rock can hide our Soares As Josephs Vault entomb'd his Coarse We may to Blisse rise up from Bale As Jonas did from out the Whale If on his Wounds wee fixe our Soules Like Doves that pitch on Rocky Holes The Seventh Dayes EXERCISE The Argument Old thinges made New now is Jewes Sabbath Day Chang'd to the Lords to mind our Saviours sway Who Rose stay'd here sixe Weekes then went his way To Heav'n Men Inspir'd on Whit-sunday OUr two Dayes storme is cleer'd come let us sing And Tribute pay to our Triumphant King Who trampling on our Foes hath led the way To Resurrections Port on the third Day After his Death which first of their Weekes Date â—ld Hebrewes Calendar did Calculate O Blessed Day most blest in the Exchange Whilst we do not from zeale like worldlings range But all with joy for this our Worlds Creation And Christ his Rising minding our vocation As likewise for the Holy Ghosts descent On Whit-sunday ten dayes from Christs Ascent We Holy keepe our Lords this Seaventh day And in his Prayse our thankfull Hymnes display Who did because our sinnes the Old withstood Transferre a newer Feast cleer'd by his Bloud Though Christ was Lord Sabbaths prime perfection The manheads Crowne yet he to make defection Of that Dayes Rest did never Condescend But left it us untill Times finall End He left it us to mind th' Eternall Day When Time with baldnes never shall decay That Feast of Feasts with none can paralell For it above all Triumphs beares the Bell The Harmony whereof no Tongue can tell And more doth Our then Our the Sixe excell The which whilst we looke for let us foregoe Our Deeds prophane and Pious dutyes doe On this High day Let us congratulate With Jubilees our Resurrections state And our through Christ redinte-gratious Peace With God the Father in his Flockes increase Let us cheere up our Soules with Joyfull Psalmes ' And shew our Love by Prayers Vowes and Almes Let all the Earth let Christians all rejoyce And heare Gods word the Lord of Sabaoths voice Not in a Language strange or Noise unknowne But in that Tongue which men doe terme their owne Let them with understanding sound his Fame And Glorify Jehovahs awfull Name With Voices Musick sound and Symphony With Davids zeale and Asaphs Harmony Unanimous let us proclaime his Glory Not dreaming wise but in a reall story To be admir'd of all the Sonnes of Men And Registred with adamantine Pen All Glory be to thee as heretofore In Persons three one God for evermore Who least that Cares might dull our Inward sight Hast Weekely left us one of brighter Light Aswell to match the Hebrewes as to rayse New zeale on it for our Redeemers Praise Because Christs Faith stood firme not shakt at all His Manhead calling God God heard his Call Because his Manhead spurn'd Hells Crown of strife Preferring here on Earth an Humble Life And constantly endur'd the dreadfull shock Of Perills like a Shepheard for his Flocke And to his Father deare did pray alone For helpe he at the last did heare his Mone When he his Bloud had on the Altar shed Soone as he sayd All is now finished His sacred Soule straight way to Paradise Leaving the Crosse and his Bodyâ—â—yes â—â—yes Whence in Earths wombe after two Nights repose Brave Gyant-like refresht with wine he Rose His Body Rose from Grave from the Whales Belly Rays'd Jonâ—s-like to live Triumphantly For how could he whom God ordain'd to save Old Adams Seed be captiv'd in the Grave Thou art my Sonne Mens Light whom I begot Sayd his just Father and here take thy lot In choisest Soile The Hâ—athâ—n I give to thee For Heritage and all the world in Fee To bruize or breake for thy owne pretious merits Thou by thy bloud hast tam'd the wily Spirits O murther'd Lambe Hence-forth on my Right hand Sit in thy Humane shape none shall withstand Thy Powerfull will in Heaven Earth or Hell For thou shalt judge all Men and Furyes fell My sentence just thou hast appeas'd alone For which mysterious deed wee both are One. Because the Wine-presse thou alone hast trod Thy Flock shall ever dwell with mee their God Because for Sinne thou hast endured wrong Thou shalt divide the lest spoyle with the strong And for thy love to Man bought with
those Joyes through worldly Toyes Lord here we yeild thee thanks though soyld with Errours And round about beset with many Terrours For turning Brittaines Iland from a Beast To be Baptiz'd and of Baptiz'd the Best While she doeth firmely to thy Pledges stick To thy true Seales and Spirits Candlestick Praysed be thou who hast to us reveald The Certaine Meanes whereby we may be heal'd Of Natures Spots and those Contagious Evills Heapt on us by the World the Flesh and Devills More in these Latter Times then heretofore When our Great Tempter lay enthralled more And of his Stings curb'd by the Holy Ghost Till Babels Whore perk'd up and rul'd the rost Which sacred Meanes we humbly pray thy Grace May still support us in our New-mans Race As we begunne so with more Love to burne Untill thy Sonne Incarnate shall returne With Finall Doome to judge the Dead and Quick The Dead in Faith and the Church Catholick A joyfull Hymne to be sung on the Lords Day winding up the Sevenths Dayes Exercise REjoyce yee Saints hoyse up your highest Sayles And magnify with loud Hosaâ—â—aes hayles The Lord that first saluted from the Grave Fraile Adams Sonnes and them their debts forgave Spread forth his Sabbaths Palmes sing joyfull Psalmes Attend his word and to the Poore give Almes How Amiable and Cordiall is thy Word Above all Objects els O mighty Lord How ravishing with Pleasures Manifold Surmounting Musick Pomp or heapes of Gold Sounds in our Hearts the Heavenly Bridgroomes voice How sweetly ring those Peales of Hallowed Noise Thrice Holy sung by Hoasts of Cherubins Thrice answer'd by Love Flaming Scraphins O Unity thrice blest in Trinity O Trinity thrice blest in Unity For the pursuit of which Harmonious straine Though fully we cannot as yet attaine To that brave Pitch by reason of our Fogges Thy Grace yet drawes the will and dries our Bogges So if we glaunce as through a Glasse a while At their sweet Tunes and in thy Laud Compile Some zealous worke to testify our Love And ready will which therewithall may move Thy Saints on Earth to warble forth thy Prayse Thou art well pleas'd as with the Widowes Mite Who Abrams deed didst by a Ramme acquite Teach us O Christ to waigh th' effect and Cause Of this Dayes Rest like those whom at Emaus Thou mad'st with zeale to burne the selfe same day When thou didst Rise and metst them by the way That we with Vowes and Sabbaths true Delight May think on thee without the least despite Of Spleene or Gall which might prophane the Time And blacke our Soules with a Notorious Crime If we neglect our Duties and thy Call Now to appeare at this thy Feastivall Wâ—thdraw our mindes from Natures fond desires Or Ruffling showes which might put our Fires And make some justly call our Day of Rest A Carnall Time or Saturnalian Feast Restraine our Longing Fits from all excesse Of Meats and Drinke which might our Wits oppresse And by their mounting Fumes up to the Braine Thee to neglect our Noblest Part constraine And cause us Nabal-like the Sots to play When we to Thee our Thankfull vowes should pay For on this Day thy Cabinet stands ope And we on it for store of Jewells hope O let us not like to that Thorny Ground Be choakt with worldly Cares but Fruitfull found And watchfull still attending on thy Word At this thy Sabbaths Feast it to record And edify our Neighbours as our selves Before our Crimes link us with frantick Elves Or to Conclude before thou do remove As Sonne of Man in Person from Above To judge Mankinde which shortly we expect And on the seventh Day as some suspect Good Lord by vertue of thy Sabbaths Rest According to thy will grant our Request That as thou didst with Body Glorified Rise up from Death so we Soule-purified May Rise from Sinne and up to Heav'n ascend And not to Hell like damned Ghosts descend All Glory be to Thee as heretofore In Persons three one God for evermore Amen Another Hymne in our Redeemers Prayse LEt all that soil'd the Precepts Ten New Day-light crave through Christ. Amen And let all Angells Saints and Men For ever blesse Christs Name Amen Amen Amen sound we like Thunder That at our Zeale the World may wonder That at our Noise the World agast May turne to Christ now at the last To tune his Prayse with Newer Tongues And with the Heart more then the Lunges Let Christ be Alpha in our Songes And our Omega as belonges To Catholickes of Christian stock The Spirits seed Sheep of one Flock Let all our Thoughts conspire in One To fixe our Faith on Christ alone And with one voice aloud to Sing Christ is our Head Judge Saviour King The Prince of Angells Gods Delight The Crowne of Saints Mens only Light The Womans Seed the Sonne of God Which on the Head of Satan trod The Lion borne of Judaes Ligne The Root of Jesse Mount Calvares Signe The Glorious Starre of our New Birth Whence springs our Peace and sweetest Mirth The second part BOth First and Last as we begunne Let us applaud our Makers Sonne With lowd Hosannaes every day Like chirping Birds in Moneth of May Like Consorts Tune or Ring of Bells Let us shew how our Love excells And never cease Christs Name to ring Till we meet all as in one Ring Or Circle round whence no Disunion Shall ever part our Hearts Communion Like Nightingales in Summers Bowre Let us on Christ thinke every howre And never leave to blaze his Story Untill we meet this Lord of Glory This Lord of Lord that crusht the sting Of our great Foe for which we sing All prayse to him that conquerd Sinne And did for us the Triumph winne Amen The New-mans Song of Thankesgiving after the Receiving of the Communion WE took this Day Christs Flesh and Bloud Drest in the Forme of sacred Food We fed on Bread surmounting Wealth We drank Christs Wine of Saving Health O Mystick signes O Grace Divine Transferred from the Heavenly Vine And Living Bread that came from God To warme and change our Earthly Clod We took those Signes like Baskets rare But opening them most dainty Fare We found to please our Spirits Tast We found enough to break our Fast. We felt our Soules cast in New Mould And changed from the Creature Old Love made us all of one consent Faith wrought in us the Lords Intent To mind his Passion Death and Love Till He to Judge comes from Above By these two Gifts we grow to be Christs Body from disunion free By them like Floure bak't in one Loafe The Lord feedes us under our Roofe By them like Lines we meet in one Firme Center in Gods Truth alone Gods Truth that blest our Christian spouse With happy Lot like Obeds House Blest for the Ark while there it stayd When Others were by it dismayd The second part WE yeeld thee Thanks most Gratious Lord Who doest Faiths Light to us record
THE SOVLES EXERCISE In the daily Contemplation of our Saviours Birth Life Passion and Resurrection BY WILLIAM VAVGHAN Knight LONDON Printed by Thomas and Rich. Cotes for Humphrey Blunden and are to be sold at his shoppe in Cornehill at the signe of the Castle 1641. TO THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAIESTY 1. WHile Mammon blurr'd the Word within oâ—r West Which rose like Lightning from the radiant East God lent me Zeale and clear'd my Inward sight To draw the Type of our Incarnate Light 2. Within this Map your Royall Grace shall find Some Sparkes to raise a true Nathaniels mind Above the Clouds in spite of tempting vice By the review of the Soules Exercise 3. Here Men may see in Christian Crystall glaesse That None from Earth shall up to Heaven passe Unlesse they be Refin'd and from Above Baptiz'd with Flaming zeale and streaming Love 4. Here wrangling Wits and Make-bates may behold What shall become of them who plot for Gold To crucifie the Sonne of God againe By wronging of his Members Saints for Gaine 5. Here Age may learne some harmelesse Rapsody To rap the Soules of Youth with Melody Like that which Saul found for his Malady Except they stop their Eares and raving dy 6. Here Peace is taught Old Simeons swan like song To wavering Minds to Sick Folkes the strong With Notice cleare to speake it without boast Why Some receive Some lose the Holy Ghost 7. What Milder means can be for Jarres Correction Then Christ his Cratch Life Crosse and Resurrection In Numbers sung with an attracting voyce Since Babes and Bees are charm'd with tinkling Noise 8. What more can please the Fancies curious Tast Than Types before the Vnderstanding plac't In tuned Forme the Senses to rouze up When surfeited with Copious prose they droup 9. Nay Soules perhaps which Sermons faile to win They may Convert asswage or scare from Sin If as Raines many Drops hard Marble pierce The Agents play on them with fluent Verse 10. So Moses Miriam Job and Debora When Hebers wife had hammer'd Sisera So David did and Jeremias call Men to praise God by vowes Numericall 11. The like rare Sound shapes the New Testament In Zacharies and Maries Ravishment In Simeons Ode and in Our Saviours Deed Who sung a Psalme ere He in Sweat did bleed 12. The Soule some write consists of Harmony And that good Angels sing none can deny Witnesse their Musick which Saint John describes Who then dares breake on Sions Muse his Jibes 13. Among the Actes which Canterburies Sire Grave Cutbert made within the Churches Quire He will'd his Clergie every day to sing In Saxon Tongue the Praise of Heavens King 14. Among the Gifts rankt of Scholasticke Scope Which grace Great Vrban now the Romaine Pope His Booke of Poems wins him most renowne The Laureat Wreath excells his Triple Crowne 15. But if my Layes seeme to some Worldlings light Excuse the Scribe O Britaines sweete Delight Say that he aim'd at Love not bubbling Fame Reward nor Strife nor Justice to defame 16. My Straine is plaine the Matter most sublime No Levite I. Then what doth grace my Rime With willing mind the New-mans praise I sing For moulding in shrewd times so milde a King Whom with his Royall Spouse and Hopefull Fruite Like Saints I pray the New-mans Lord to suite Amen So Prayes your Majesties most Humble Subject William Vaughan The Preface To the Queenes most Excellent Majesty ACcept great Queen from a poore Cambrian Knight This sparkling Pile wherewith the Soules delight You may discerne an Empresse most divine The Glory of the Gender Feminine The Lady Grace I meane Gods gracious Light Which saves Mankind from a despairing plight If they in Will their Outward Man resist And daily waigh the Birth and Death of Christ But since we are bath'd in her streaming Love I know you will my New-mans Flames approve Cull out the best which with Gods Word agree And leave the rest as Fire-drakes unto me If I sing well as Seraphins require Then take my Sparklings like Nehemies Fire Which in the Pit lay hid late found againe Not kindled by the New-mans Zeale in vaine But for a Pious end by Numbers dint Our Saviours Forme in weakelings to imprint This Forme through worldly fraud lay hidden long None durst translate it to the Mother tongue Untill the Lord of his unbounded Grace In pitty of his Churches wretched Case Lookt downe of late on his two Prophets slaine And breath'd New life into their Corpse againe With Heavenly Oyle He sent the Holy Ghost To scoure Faiths rust when we were almost lost Lost through our sloth and Pride neere in Despaire To be snatcht up by Fiends into the Aire There till Doomes-day to Goblin it at least Or which is worse with Tophets Dampe to feast But if my Tune like gaggling Noise of Geese Displease I then reserve it as a Peece Or Fragment fit for some Sidanens Eare Of sleighted Wales with hooboobs Bray to feare Night-walkers from purloyning of her Flocke Rather then I become a flouting-stocke To English wits I will at night retire Couurez le feu put out my Light and Fire And live immur'd as in a Cynicks Cell Untill I can in sweeter Layes excell Howere this proves I lay it at your Feete Not daring starres with glozing phraze to greete Nor stare too long upon the Sun-shine Light Least I be chang'd into a Bird of Night Or as Old Poets faign'd of Niobe Contesting with a Goddesse least I be Transmuted to a stone or stupid wight For thrusting forth to Your Majesticke sight This Ghostly taske my New-mans Exercise With Oaten Pipe and in a poore disguise Before I know your Pleasure and your Will Whether you can affect a Mountaine Quill And brooke that a rude Bardh or Corydon Should screw his Songs with your Court-Helicon Sometime Great Dames the Blossomes of the Field Have paralell'd with those which Gardens yeeld So though by Fits or Chance I may expose Old Edens Good and Ill the Thorne as Rose Shall a few Slips of thorny Doubts downewaigh My New-mans Hopes more faire then Flowers in May But least some say that Sybill-like I rave Or that I doe the Higher Thrones outbrave I here submit and humbly sue to sing These Layes A Cat may looke upon a King Both Towne and Countrey strive for Courtly Grace And shall not I then wish to see your Face To see of Kings the Daughter Sister Wife And Mother borne to calme great Nations strife Not fawning wise but hoping that you stand For Our New man I long to kisse your Hand Like Philips Greekes who Christ desir'd to see Like One who to that end climb'd up a Tree And thus I bid Great Britaines Queene Adieu With Sacrifice my vowes and Service due To the Princes Highnesse MOst Noble Prince Great Britaines Royall Heire The Hope of Wales where first I breathed Aire And where I live from Troubles Home-retir'd But never for your Good with Prayers tir'd
That they who at thy Table feed In spirit must Christs Passion heed O let us then with Holy Traunâ—e From Carnall sense our Thoughts advance Let Christ behold us in the West Like to those Wise men of the East Greeting his Crosse and his Vprising As they his Birth and Manger Prizing Let Christ our vowes of Thankes behold Our Faith more Pure then Ophirs Gold Our Hearts more bruis'd then Myrrhes Perfume Our Love more sweet then Incense-fume This good Advise we will ingrosse Within our Soules and mount the Crosse. His Crosse we feele But now we heare An Angell say He is not here Christ whom yee seek is Risen up Having now made your Foes to stoup Untill Doomesday his Body none Shall see on Earth for he is gone To Heaven There behold your Christ On Gods Right hand a King a Priest An Advocate without a Fee Pleading to have Faiths Household free Draw neere his Throne and without doubt The Golden Scepter he holds out He will extend his Spirits Grace Whilst yee in Spirit seek his Face Not wresting your Soule-Feast more reall Then Paul who termes it Christs Memoriall This Traunce stirres up true Saints to Joy Like Him who though an Embryon Boy Within the Wombe seem'd to rejoice Soone as his Damme heard Maries voice The Babe did spring and so do we At our Soule-feast with Jubilee Unto the Father Sonne and Holy Ghost Be Prayse both here and throughout every coast As of Old time hath been is now their due And ever shall in Heaven and Earth renew Let Heaven and Earth by Angells Saints and Men To God rebound with Glories sound Amen The New mans Song of Thanksgiving after our Ordinary Meales 1. THe Lord be Blest who gave us Food In season for the Bodyes Good Our God be prais'd for evermore Who our desires supply'd with store Of Meat and Drinke more then would serve For Natures use or we deserve No Need we feele no want we know So doth the Lord his Giftes bestow 2. He never leaves his Saints in need But Carks for them and for their Seed He leaves them not with Beggers shame To starve if they call on his Name He taught them how to blesse their Meate By giving Thankes for what they Eate No Need we feele c. 3. Unto his Flock just Abrams stock He Water gave out of the Rock With Manna fill'd their Hungry Mawes And Cloyd with Quayles their longing Crawes He Car'd for Ravens and their Breed And Ravens made Elias feed No need we feele c. 4. He David holpe in Banishment He Daniel made with Pulse content He with wilde Fruit did John sustaine And his Elect from Dearth maintaine He Thousands in the Desert fed With a few Fish and Loaves of Bread No need we feele c. 5. One Day He sends us store of Flesh Another time Fish salt and Flesh And commonly Bread Ale and Beere Milke Fruite and Wine our Hearts to cheere Yea Junckets fetcht from Sun-burnt Spaine Which do too oft our Tables staine No need we feele c. 6. How Gratious is Almighty God Unto vile Man an Earthly Clod Thus to provide and Carke for him That oft himselfe filles to the Brimme With more then serves for Nourishment For hungers sauce or Soules content No need we feele c. 7. God graunt that we his Creatures use Do Thankfull take without abuse Not loathing them as over-cloyd Nor them devouring over-joy'd That as of Need Saints toyle for Wealth So we Feast not for Lust but Health No need we feele no want we know So doth the Lord his Giftes bestow The New mans Triumph in English and Latine measures presented to the Kings most excellent Majesty WHo Christ his Birth Life Death and Rising up From Death to Life observes He soone shall stoup And quash the plots of Hells black Darkned Troup And likewise make the Outward man to droup With all his false Designes and fond Conceits Sprung from the Flesh or from the Worlds Deceites For as the Morning spreades the Dawning Light So Faith by Teaching shines and Daunts the Might Of that Huge Whale which waites with triple throat To swallow Soules as Preyes of Chiefest Note So much new Light spreades by the Gospells sound They now prayse Christ who were in Fetters bound And Sinnes keen Edge wherewith the Divell was wont To boare our Hearts turnes on the suddaine blunt And so remaines unlesse they grinde againe Their Augurs on the Whetstone of the Braine But how fares then our Souldier in that plight With Davids sling he doth the Monster smite Whether the Fiend within or from without Shootes Fire he doth for Christ stand bravely out For at the Broile his Inward Guardian springs Baptiz'd Fire-sindg'd and Grac'd mith Burnisht wings Of mounting zeale who thus the Triumph sings O happy wight which hath escapt the stings Of Mortall Jarres who though he understood His Foes Allures yet loath'd them and their brood O happy Soule which dar'd with Saints to side Against Gods Foes the Luciferian side Whom with Christs Merits arm'd nor swelling Tide Nor fiery Triall could from Christ divide Whom neither Charmes nor yet a thousand Braves Could terrify nor yet the rowling waves But to safe Port with Joy she brings the Crosse And Christ his Ship which Pirats did ingrosse Where she with Saints the Crosse Triumphant reares That Crosse which Saints on Earth have wonne â—ith Teares Happy is he who brooks a wrong-attaint For by the Crosse he lives a Canon'd Saint A Name indeed which overtops so farre The highest Spire or style of worldly Starre As doth Gods Grace above mens sinnes abound Or the Lambes Bloud more then our Merits sound Thrice happy Man I say whom Angells greete And whom Christs Will made for that Honour meete So Happy be the Best of Kings if these Our New mans Songs to judge he gently please For with our Crosse there growes sweet Inward Ease And with Our Crowne of Thornes a wreath of Peace The same in Latine Hexameter Novi Hominis Laurea Triumphalis QVi Natalitium Vitam Miracula Mortem Et Christi Corpus Redivivum mente revolvit Ille tenebrosae reddet Molimina Gentis Irrita Conatus Hominis veterisque repellet Seu de Carne fluant seu sint Phantasmata Mundi Sicut enim radiis Primordia Mane Diei Dilatat per opaca Fides sic sparsa coruscat Tergeminumque domat Monstrum Caetumque Trifaucem Qui vorat omne pecus Praedasque absorbet opimas Tantum Numen inest Fidei ut modo Carmine Christum Compede qui vincti quondam latuere salutant Quin acuta quibus terebrabat Pectora Daemon Tela repentino fiunt obtusa reflexu Sic que hebetata manent nisi devia forte voluntas Illa super Cerebri renovet Terebrata molare Quomodo tum Miles valet in discrimine tanto Nempe studet monstrum Jaculis superare Davidis Seu vis Hostilis tonat aut Civilis amictu Fraudis in orbe furit Christo Constanter adhaeret Nam Novus ex gemina Genius Baptismatis aura Numinis afflatu Zeloque micantibus alis Nascitur intus agit victoris ille Triumphum Sic canit O Faelix qui tot Certamina vidit Illaesus qui vafra Hostis stratagemata novit Et tamen haec spernit generoso pectore Miles O Faelix qui sacra Dei Praedonibus aufert Ausus ad extremum Fidei defendere causam Contra Luciferum Meritis innixus Jesu Non scloppi reboante sono non Marte nec arte Non Pugnis non mille Minis nec territus undis Donec in optati Navem ferat ostia Portus Et Crucis abductae renovata Piacula Christo Immolet Aetherea Laudes resonante Caterva Faelix quem signat Crux Ignea Nomine Sancti Nomine Pyramidas tanto exsuper ante vel Astra Quanto Peccatis existit Gratia major Quanto Hominum Meritis Sanguis praestantior Agni Ter Felix inquam quem Christi summa Potestas Angelicos inter Coetus dignatur Honore Sic quoque tu Faelix qui nostros imbibis Hymnos Judicio sensuque pio Rex optime Regum Cum Cruce nam crescit dulce Levamen Amen Eccho Cum Spina Sertum fulget O vale Vale Eccho FINIS z This Story is largely set out in that Treatise entituled Les Comptes du monde Adventureux Imprinted at Paris 1572.