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A23268	Austins Vrania, or, The heauenly muse in a poem full of most feeling meditations for the comfort of all soules, at all times: by S.A. B. of Arts of Ex. Colledge in Oxford.; Urania	Austin, Samuel, b. 1605 or 6.	1629 (1629)	STC 971; ESTC S104457	102,044	160

in to prey Vpon thy purer parts for thou must be A Temple wholly consecrate to me In holinesse Wherefore I charge you all As subiects to my Pow'r Imperiall Thou Breath of life you vnderstanding parts And thou Inuention searcher out of Arts And Memorie so aged in thy youth The Register of ancient times and truth And Iudgement thou great Vmpier of the ●est VVhich alwaies fi●st to censure what is best I charge you strictly all I say and will That you be cleane keepe not one thought of ill VVithin your sacred Chancels but be pure Euen as I am and hence yourselues inure To nought but holy practices that so Thy soule and sense may both together go As two made one and all to sing my praise In sweetest Concords to ensuing daies This being also done I say Come now And prosper on here will I shew thee how Thou shalt obtaine thy wished rest and flye So farre beyond thine owne abilitie As thou wilt wonder at thy selfe to see That height of happinesse thou hast in me Beyond conceite or vtterance Come then My dearest come here will I make thy Pen To speake of mysteries here I le begin To put a period to thy daies of sin Here will I wipe away thy teares and leade Thee forth with Dauid where thy soule shall tread In paths of righteousnesse till thou hast won This sweet assurance that thou art my son Here then returne returne thou thirstie soule To my pure Spring since all the rest are foule And cannot satisfie Here turne againe Where first thou didst begin vnto the maine Of my sole-sauing comforts to my Word I meane that Well indeed which doth afford True Cordials to distressed soules Come here And take thy fill thou needest not to feare Of paying ought take wine and milke and buy Without a piece my freely bounteous eie Lookes not for thy rewards or if it did Alas poore soule thou hast not ought to bid To counteruaile my Grace for sure from thee Comes nothing good but what thou hast from me Goe then I say goe hasten to that Well And Spring of life whose vertue shall expell These sad suspenses from thy heart and shall Instruct thee in the truth and tell thee all That thou so much desir'st onely indeed Thou must beleeue what e'r thy soule shall reade Within this sacred Writ for sure in this Lyes hid the treasurie of life of blisse Which onely true beleeuers find But here I know thou 'lt say Why then 't is ne'r the neere If this condition come betweene for I Am growne so dead in sinne and miserie I cannot stirre one foot to good and whence Should I beleeue so farre beyond my sense That which I cannot comprehend Aye me Faine I 'd beleeue indeed that true to be Whose truth so much concernes my good but O I see no ground alas I should doe so Here stands my miserie my flesh and blood Thinke sure that newes must needs be too-too good Ere to be true as vsuall Prouerbs say That brings me tidings of that happy day VVhich puts a period to mine ills for I Am so bedull'd with tedious miserie That now 't is growne a miracle to see Some pow'rs proue yet so kinde to comfort me Alas poore soule 't is true indeed and yet Here stay thy plaints for here thou must forget Thine owne estate these are thy miseries Indeed as of thy selfe but now thine eies Must soare beyond thy selfe where thou shalt see Thy happinesse consisting all in mee Not in thine owne abilities and this Is it while-ere I said to thee which is Indeed a mysterie that flesh and blood Cannot conceiue that must be vnderstood Onely by my reuealing Sprite And now Come on therefore I know full well that thou Canst nothing doe herein vnlesse it be As hauing thine abilities from me But know in me thou shalt doe all as I Ere-while did say Thus doe I magnifie My selfe in weakenesse thus my pow'r shall be Made knowne the more by thine infirmitie On then I say goe hasten to that Brooke Which runnes so sweetly through my sacred Booke VVhere I will surely be with thee to leade Thee on along till thou hast found that Head And Spring of life where thou wouldst be and when Thy so●le hath bath'd therein a while euen then I will begin to make thee see and know Thy boundlesse happinesse in me and show Thee all the treasures of my loue whereby Thou shalt perceiue th' inseparable tye Betwixt thy selfe and me Then shalt thou reade And vnderstand then come and goe with speed About my worke and prosper still and then Scorning as 't were those vanities of men VVhich earst so much ore-sway'd thee thou shalt be Possest with nothing but delight in me Then all shall be at thy content when thou Shalt onely aske and haue the heau'ns shall bow If thou but pray and I my selfe descend To answer thee as thy familiar friend Goe then I say 't is time thou wer 't well on In this thy way See how the vsh'ring Sun Inuites thy haste the Sprite sayes Come away To celebrate this high-made Marriage-day For lo the Lambe is ready come and see How much he lou'd that lost his life for thee And where thou sayst Alas thou hast not pow'r VVhence to beleeue know 't was an happie houre For thee that ere thou knew'st so much for I Ne'r vse to heale the Pharisaicall eie VVhich thinks he sees and yet is blinde but know Since I haue gi'en thee grace to stoope so low As to attribute all to me that now Thou shalt both see and eke beleeue for thou Hast put thy trust in me and since thou hast Be 't to thee as thou wilt thy worst is past And hence know thou hast ouercome in m● VVho am alone thy strength and still will be VVherefore I will that here thou quickly go And doe as I haue said it must be so Vse thou no more thy weake replyes for I VVill haue it so what pow'rs shall dare denie VVhere I command Goe on I say and then This being done prepare thy tongue and pen And all thou hast to sing of nought but praise To me thy God and let thy high-borne Layes Rauish thy hearers all to heau'n whiles they Attend to thee whence they may blesse the day Of these thy happie miseries and bee As ioynt-competitors of ioy with thee VVhat now remaines Behold thy long'd for day Is hard at hand I will no longer stay Thy forward thoughts Go go and take thy fill Of Sions streame let not a thought of ill Dare interrupt thy good intents but bee As happie as thy wish hence shalt thou see The mirrors of my loue and know ere long I shall expect thy Muse to change her song Thus I surcease Now let thy new-borne heart Succeed and act its last and happiest part

mine eyes 'gan see Within mine owne distressed man when I Prest with the weight of mine iniquity Did earst implore my God to helpe for sure Of all the miseries I may endure There 's none that paralels with this to bee Depriu●d of God which to my griefe I see My many sinnes do oft ●ffect whereby I 'm driuen to such great extremity I know not what to do which makes mee craue Either his sweet returne or else my graue Rather then liue and not with him but here Alas vnhappy wretch all that I beare Is iustly for my sin but thou my Lord Didst neuer sin neither in deed nor word No nor in thought so much or were it so Yet what speake I of these my deepes of woe Which bee but flea-bites as they say if way'd With these of thine for thou alas wast laid Downe in the lowest hell of griefe to beare All paines and punishments beyond compare Which wee poore soules should else haue borne Ay mee Yet this not all those that should comfort thee In these thy great extremities yea'uen they Did sleepe it out as wee doe now a day Seeming as senslesse of thy griefes nor would Bee brought to watch and pray one houre so cold Are our affections growne tow'rds thee though thou Do burne in loue tow'rds vs. But whither now Where strayes my Muse I say Is not this all Oh no One griefe another in doth call These plunges were no sooner past but lo I see the Nuntius of another woe Judas and all his following rout for they Are hard at hand and ready to betray This guiltlesse Lambe vnto the Wolues but here T is worth the notice ere wee yet draw neere To Annas house how that our Sauiour when Knowing the hearts of these malicious men Hee boldly yet steps forth to them and said Who is 't yee seeke Which when they had betrayd By naming him hee answers I AM ●EE At which they starting back full suddenly Fell downe vnto the ground Here was a word That plainly told indeed HEE was the Lord Whom they did now resist but O my soule Couldst thou my Lord so suddenly controule Those their presumings with a word and yet How was 't thou seem'st so quickly to forget Thy selfe by suffring them alone to show Their cruelties on thee nay which was moe Thou didst restraine thy Peter too when hee Drew forth his sword and would huae rescude thee But O how doth my reason erre for here The Scriptures were to bee fulfill'd while-ere Which spake of thee whence 't was thou didst reply To Peter with vndaunted constancy The cup my Father giues shall I not drinke Oh yes I must and will or may you thinke 'T will go but bad with you for should I not Your selues must doe 't Thus as hee had forgot What hee indeeed was of himselfe hee goes Along with them euen these his cruell foes Without least show of murmuring vntill At length they had accomplish't all their ill Concerning him And first they brought him on To Annas next to his malicious son Caiphas the then High Priest where harmelesse hee Was most vniustly smitten next wee see Him led to Pilates Iudgement Hall where when They had not ought T' accuse him of yet then With most corrupted hearts they rather sought To free their Barabbas though hee had wrought Much wickednesse with them Thus did they bring Our Sauiour forth yea'uen him that was the King Of Heauen and Earth placing vpon his head A Crowne of cruell thornes thus was he led With scourgings scoffings and with all disgrace That malice could inuent on to the place Where hee was to bee crucified yet here Wondrous to speake hee did not once appeare So much as to repine but went along Much like a Lambe ne'r muttring out the wrong They did to him And thus the Scriptures ought To bee fulfill'd thus was hee to bee brought Vnto the slaughter as our Esay said Yet opening not his mouth on whom were laid The iniquities of all and thus indeed He was that true vnblemish'd Lamb wee need To bee our sacrifice for sin But here O stay my soule and though thou want a teare To weepe at this sad sight yet let it bee Thy wish to imitate what thou dost see I meane thy Sauiour● patient steps for lo Here 's patience fit for all the Saints to know Yea know and imit●●e but I forbeare And turne vnto my Christ againe euen where I left him going on but O my heart VVhence is 't thou look'st on this most tragick part And yet not burst thy selfe to teares Alas Art thou so strained vp with walles of brasse As yet thou canst not breake what shall I say Thou want'st a teare to celebrate this day Of these thy Sauiours pass●●nings VVhy then Come all the griefes of miserable men And set on 〈◊〉 once yet bee thou still As hard as rock ne'r weepe at any ill If not at this ne'r weepe to see thy friends Not pity thee ne'r weepe to see their ends Ne'r weepe at any worldly crosse nay more If thou seeme senslesse of this only sore And wilt not weepe to see so sad a part Ne'r bee thou hence call'd by the name of heart But O my life VVhy dost thou ake and burne So sore within my brest VVhy dost thou mourne So oft in secret deep fetcht sighes and yet Not weepe a teare Alas canst thou forget Thy quondam vse when thou wouldst freely weepe And not bee staid O 't was a happy deepe Thou then wast in when griefe knew how to plaine It selfe in teares and so dismisse the paine But woe is mee my fainting sprite hath seene Those heauier plunges that thou now art in And knowne them too-too well Alas my heart Faine wouldst thou personate this passiue part In a more seemely weed of teares but lo Thy time 's not come when God will haue it so Then sure it shall be so meane while I pray Rest thee content and follow on thy way Thus turning to my Christ againe behold I finde him brought as Esay had foretold On to his slaughter-place where hee good man Though forst by them yet willingly began T' embrace his latest Crosse that wofull bed Whereon hee was to lay his wearied head In these his greatst extremes of death but here O cursed Iewes could not you yet forbeare To cast your scorning taunts on him Sure no The Scriptures had foretold it should bee so You would not could not choose But cruell eyes What malice could haue wisht more miseries To fall on him then now you saw that yet Your wicked braines still studied how to get Some new-inuented grieuances whereby To adde vnto his deepes of misery And persecute whom God had smit But O Why do I question more of this for lo Your browes were brasse and you were fore-decreed To bee the Actors