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A37604	De fastis Anglicis, sive Calendarium Sacrum The holy calendar : being a treble series of epigrams upon all the feasts observed by the Church of England : to which is added the like number of epigrams upon some other more especiall daies, which have either their footsteps in Scripture, or are more remarkeable in this kingdome / composed by Nathanael Eaton ...	Eaton, Nathaniel, 1609?-1674.	1661 (1661)	Wing E116; ESTC R23217	28,909	82

beams had over-run That men did need a Star to find the Sun De eadem Epig. 3. VVHat 's this my God these Magi say That they have seen thy Star to day Have all men then their proper Stars On which in secret characters Discern'd alone by skilful eyes Are writ all humane destinies Or was there some peculiar sign Engrav'd upon this Star of thine On sight whereof these men could tell The birth of Judah's King so well Or was 't a more celestial beam From whence this radiant lustre came Was it thy Spirit and not their skill That did this heavenly light enstill Thy Spirit was present Lord we know But doubt whither Art concurr'd or no However if such Arts there be That lead their followers unto thee And of thy Birth and Kingdom show Happy are they that use them so And happy Arts if such there be That lead their followers unto thee Let self-wise Zealots all contemn And vainly fear to practise them Yet if I may learn thee thereby Lord teach me such Astrology St. Pauls Conversion Epig. 1. SEe here my soul what power thy Saviour hath He who so late destroy'd now builds the Faith Who would dispair that this example see Thy God my soul may do as much for thee De eadem Epig. 2. GOd hath forgiven thy sins blest Paul we know Yet he with thine own rod will scourg thee though None did pursue the Name of Jesus more And for that Name none is pursu'd so sore A fruitful soyle thy rage did light upon Thou gav'st some death's and suffredst many a one Thus God at once a pattern made in thee Both of his Justice and his Clemencie Vpon the light that shone round about St. Paul as he was travelling to Damascus Act. 9. 3. Epig. 3. I Thought sweet Saviour thou hadst sent this light Not to deprive but to restore the sight Of this rash Zealot whose offence alas Not malice to thy truth but blindness was Yet Lord no sooner he these beams descries But ' stead of being cur'd he lost his eyes What Paradox is this my God may then Thy rayes be look'd on by no mortal men Must we have eyes from thee as well as light Else midst of day shall we be wrapp'd in night Or is' t thy way of cure unless we be First stricken blind canst thou not make us see If so our selves Lord at thy feet we cast Do what thou wilt so we may see at last Decollatio Caroli Vpon the Scotch Insurrection and the black consequences thereof Epig. 1. SCotos in Greek black darkness doth import With us a Scotchman and there 's reason for 't For those black deeds that Hell would hardly own The Scotchmen first began to set upon England indeed matur'd the horrid Plot But the first rise thereof was from the Scot. Vpon Mat. 18. 8 9. If thine hand or thy foot offend thee c. Epig. 2. OUr Lords mild counsels only did extend To th' eye and hand and foot that did offend But our new Doctors more profoundly read To save the Body lopp'd away the Head Blest Artists may their trembling hearts be sure At their worst throwes to meet with such a cure Vpon the Proverb that stiles the King of England King of Devils Epig. 3. DEvils I believe when they rebell'd had spight Enought ' have thrown th' Eternal Godhead quite Both from his throne and being But their sin Met with a Power that curb'd those suries in And so abridg'd their guilt But our black brood Found none to Heavens unfathom'd counsel stood That dur●t oppose their crimes but curst have done That which those Devils but only thought upon And therefore their foul sin as far exceeds The others as intents come short of deeds Februarius TO Princely Numa's gift my name I owe Who by Egeria taught that men below By their continued trespasses incense The heavenly Powers to hurle their judgments thence Chose this my Month to be a time wherein With annual purgings they might cleanse their sin And from those Rites which in that language cary The name of Februa ' call'd me February Christians yet stile me so but oh the shame Th' have lost the practice though they keep the name The Feasts of February 2. MAry on Februs second 's purify'd guide The fourteenth day young Valentine doth The four and twentieth is Matthias guift All but Leap-years and then the twenty-fifth Purification of the blessed Virgin Epig. 1. BLest Mother of the Blessedst Seed that are The pregnant womb of teeming flesh did bear What new black staines be these thy soul have dy'd That thou hast need now to be purify'd Art not thou she bright Virgin whom ere while The tongue of Angels full of Grace did stile Art not thou she who lately from above Ore shadowed was 't by that all-hallowing Dove Art not thou she from whose thrice happy womb Repleat with mercies all our cleansings come And can there yet blest Mayd such reasons be Why these vain Rites should be apply'd to thee I know not Lord what these thwart runnings mean Can fulness want or grace be stil'd unclean Can other terrene brutish Pigeons do That which thy Dove could not attain unto Or he that freed the guiltful world from blame Could he not cleanse the womb from whence he came Far be such impious thoughts these Rites infer No want of power in them nor grace in her They were apt springs rich streams of grace to yeeld And she a Vessel easy to be fill'd Only th'unnurtur'd World that could not see Blind that they were this hidden Energie Must be convinc'd by formes we 're often fain With outward showes rash censures to restrain 'T is to be pure that most availes indeed Yet to be thought so is no more then need Ad Mariam Epigr. 2. I Cannot tell the Substance self being by Why these vain shadowes should be priz'd so high 'T is that blest Babe whom thy glad armes enclose From whence both thine and all our cleansing flows This Ritual Law no other use pretends But to adumbrate what from him descends And is superfluous now unlesse it be To shew how well the type and thing agree Or that the Worlds weak eyes were yet too dim Unless 't were through a veyle to look on him Blest Mayd thou no such medium's want'st indeed Whose eyes undazeled on his beams do feed But we whose weakness cannot brook the Sun By shadowes best discern his motion Epigr. 3. I Apprehend Bright Maid no reason for 't So God-like pure as we believe thou wert Why thou shouldst these mysterious Rites apply Thy spotless self yet more to purify Unless perhaps as some affirm there be A new found Acme in Divinitie Like unto that which in another sense Grammarians call the more then perfect tense I know not how their dreams they can assure But this I know thou' rt either more then pure Or these Mysterious Rites Bright Mayd to thee That wert so pure before superflous be

answering method that th' offence And cure at one same gate might enter in And the salvation parallel the sin Thus what a Maiden lost a Maid restores A Virgin caus'd a Virgin heal'd our sores Evah transgres'd but you revers'd may read In Maries Ave both her name and deed Vpon Luke 1. 45. Blessed is she that beleeved c. Epig. 2. SUch news blest maid as this bright Angel brings Of such unheard of inconsistent things 'T is as much wonder that thou couldst beleeve As 't is that God could those strange works atchieve What hand could interweave but his alone A Moment and Eternity in one Th' incomprehended essence and a span The creature and Creator God and Man Or which is lesse yet hard enough to do Comprise in one a Maid and Mother too 'T was only God this work to pass could bring And onely thou that couldst beleeve the thing Epig. 3. VVHen in our flesh thou deign'st to lodge no room My God would serve thee but a Virgins womb But in our hearts being pleas'd by faith to dwell It is not now thy lot to speed so well For such oh horrid is our sinful state Thou canst find none that 's not adulterate To find Easter for ever THe change in Februs if there any be Or that which first ensues note carefully And the next Tuesday doubt it not all That doth succeed Shrove Tuesday you may call Shrove-Tuesday past you may be bold to say That Sunday six weeks after ' s Easter Day The other Moveable Feasts 2. TWo days Good Friday Easter doth precede Fourty from thence to Holy Thursday lead Ten more unto Whitsunday numbred be And one week after that to Trinity Good-Friday Passio Domini Epig. 1. HEe 's dead Insult the Infernal Powers the dread Messias Jesus whom you fear'd is dead But stay rejoyce not neither it is from His death that your great Empires fall doth come 'T was a strange combat this wherein to slay The foe you fought with was to lose the day Yet thus it was the Field had been your own Had you not our great Champion overthrown But through his sides your selves accurst you slew And he being ruin'd by you ruin'd you Vpon Luke 22. 44. And his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling to the ground SEe here my soul what weight in sin remains When he whose shoulder all things else sustains Bow'd underneath the load if he that stood In equall poize with God sweat clods of blood And the Almighty groan'd to undergo The burthen what must finite creatures do Vpon Matth. 27. 52 53. And the graves were opened and many bodies of Saints which slept arose Epig. 3. THe Prince of life was slain and nothing now Remain'd on earth whose greatnes did not bow To Death's all conquering power you would have thought The world it self would quickly have bin brought To its last gaspe and all the creatures have Been buried with their maker in the grave When lo midst all these spoils appal'd with fear From his own holds the enfeebled Conquerour Flies with distracted steps and leaves his prey Free and unguarded to escape away From their close dungeons the enfranchis'd dead Are sent again the sacred streets to tread But wonder not it was but time to flie When he beheld his Kingdome seized by So strange a wile Death found alas too late That he had brought a prey within his gate That would destroy his rights and that 't was vayne To think to stay where Jesus was though slayne So sure it was that he a wondrous thing Who came in Captaine would go out a King Easter-Day Resurrectio Domini Epig. 1. I Know not where the greater wonder lies That God should dy or man from death should rise But this I know th' are both enough to make The Angels faith if not upheld to shake God is immortal and for him to dy Were to be stripped of his Deity And for fraile man being dead to rise again Is in effect to cease to be humane Neither if you consider them alone Can be without a contradiction And when all tongues have argu'd what they can God must be God and man can be but man But start not at it 't is not thus that we Must measure this transcendent Mysterie If you would view these Natures rightly 't is As they concurre in our Hypostasis And thus considered they no more oppose Man-God did die God-Man from death arose 'T was one same Person both these mazes trod Yet rose he not as Man nor dy'd as God Epigr. 2. CHrist all the Sabbath bound in Grave did ly The Sabbath types out vast Eternity And 't was Eternal death indeed our sin Infinite that it was had wrapp'd us in But he by carrying brake those bonds and quit Us from Eternal death by suffering it Happy exchange now though we die yet shall Our death not stretch to that great Festival Death may our Corps indeed a while surprize But we on that great Sabbaths Eve shall rise Epigr. 3. THe Phoenix birth no more admire nor what Old Bardes of her renewed age have wrote The Fables which of that strange Bird you read Are in our Jesus verified indeed He 's the true Phoenix uncompell'd that flies Into the Mountains forked tops and dies His Tombe like hers with sweet perfumes is fill'd The gums whereof such fragrant smells do yeeld As Heaven it self delights to sent and those Blest Spirits above rejoyce therewith to close Dead from his Grave as from a second Wombe New-borne like her he back again doth come Into th' astonished world more faire to see And bright then ere before he us'd to be Only in this our Phoenix comes before The other that once rays'd he dies no more Ascension Epigr. 1. COme down blest Saviour 't is no sin to pray Thee down I hope upon Ascension day So to descend as I would have thee do Is not indeed to fall but mount unto A Zenith which thou ne're before couldst gain Even my proud heart which rebel lusts have ta'ne And mann'd against thee this my God is it That I would have thee come and see and get Get this strong hold into thy hands and make Her high-rays'd bulwarks at thy storming shake And droop their heads make my stout thoughts to fall Prostrate before thy glorious feet and all The powers within me to ly low and be Subject henceforth unto no King but thee Do this dear Lord and my glad soul shall say To me thou ne're ascendedst till to day Epigr. 2. Look in what sense the Son of man was said To be in Heaven whil'st yet on Earth he stayd In the same sense we grant his body though In Heaven may still be say'd to be below He is ascended all agree that same Material flesh and blood of his that came From the pure Virgins Womb Heavens now retain And until all things be restor'd again Must still retain it yet it is confest That when