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A20788	The royall guest: or, A sermon preached at Lent Assises, anno Dom. M.DC.XXXVI. at the cathedrall of Sarum being the first Sunday of Lent, before Sr. Iohn Finch and Sr. John Denham His Majesties justices of assise. By Thomas Drant of Shafton in com. Dorset.	Drant, Thomas, b. 1601 or 2.	1637 (1637)	STC 7165; ESTC S109882	20,792	38

utilitatem calamitatis miseri facti estis pessimi permansist is wickednesse makes you wretched wretchednesse makes you worse so the fruits of your calamities die in their touch and like those by the Lake Asphalites crumble into Ashes these Oakes will not bow they shall breake may I swimme through a river of brimstone wade through a torrent of Sulphure to be eternally happy and with my GOD but what Heraldry can blazon their woes what pencill paint them who are under the scourge here and under the curse for ever as they must be at whose dores judgements doe knocke without grace which is GODS fist and last way of knocking GOD fiftly knocks by the sweet inspirements of His holy Spirit from whom are suggestions to holinesse excitements to penitence and powerfull workings on the heart of faith these motions are that voice in Isai we heare behind us saying This is the way walke in it a voice audible to all within the pale of the Church even those false fires of Religion which but glow in it these have their pangs of zeale their quames of devotion their flashes of holinesse and from this Spirit are all these how-ever nick-nam'd this Spirit enkindled those sparks when Herod did many things and heard the Baptist gladly when rapt with Pauls sanctified straines Agrippa was at the point to turne Christian but it blew them up into a flame vvhen Gamaliels Scholler is non plust spight of his subtle disputes and made a Proselyte vvith those vvhom but now he martyr'd if vve thinke a good thought it is grace infused so Saint Augustine the devout patron of it if vve speake a good vvord it is grace effused if we doe a good worke it is grace diffused now what is done by grace the Spirit doth it whose royall Epitheton and character it is The Spirit of grace there is a Spirit of giddinesse it rules much in some braine-sick hot-spurs whom it doth possesse at once with a zealous phrensie and cast them as that dumbe One did the childe in the Gospell now into the water sullen and rheumatick drivelings spitting against the Church vvhose Hierarchy they beate downe that their owne braines may sway anon into the fire so hot a contention about Ceremonies though enjoyn'd vvith equall modestie and right as if Heaven and Earth vvere to little to bee mingled in the quarrell this Spirit vvhether in a Church-parlour at Amsterdam abroad there or an uncharitable conventicle of our Zelots at home here is as farre from grace as unity it at once rents into Schismes divides that coate is seamelesse opens a sluce for Anarchy disorder irreligion they are other fruits which blossome on that tree the good Spirit plants these are Humility Meekenesse Brotherly love and that rich Diamond of all humane happinesse Vnion and Identitie of heart in those who keepe the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace if this Spirit inspire not with holy motions to unity we are all jars if by His gratious instincts He worke us not to holinesse we are all prophane no other meanes are effectuall First GOD knocks by His Word this is to us Precept upon precept precept upon precept line upon line line upon line here a little and there a little if this Spirit enflame not our hearts to the love of the truth how do we looke the Prophets in the face and cast their words behind our backs or heare them as we doe musick to stuffe our eares when our bellies are full Secondly GOD knocks by His Mercies exhausts all the treasures of them and crownes us with His blessings if this Spirit mould not our hearts to thankfullnesse how as wild heafers doe we kicke being full or how like a peevish beautie the more GOD woes us by His bounty the more coy and shie are we Thirdly GOD knocks by Afflictions these rise not out of the dust none can take of or add the least scruple to their weight and they are for our health those drams that are mingled to us of them this heavenly physicke workes not on our soules if the Spirit make it not operative without Him the whole head is still sick nor hath any drugsters shop that medecine can cure us Fourthly GOD knocks by His judgements they breake in like waves of the sea this on the neck of that ere the former have wrought all his spight they beate with blowes able to shake the center mans heart like the Anvill the more 't is hammer'd on the harder it growes onely this Spirit makes us flexible mettall judgements may leave an impression behind them but no stampe to that of Grace Powre out O LORD of this thy Spirit upon us Knock by thy Word and may it leade us in the paths of life Knock by thy Mercies and may those load-stones attract our longing to thee Knock by thy Afflictions and in that Schoole may we con new lessons of Amendment Knock by thy judgements may they put us in feare and make us know our selves to be but dust and ashes Knock above all by thy Sacred Spirit O thou who hast the keyes of hell and death say effectually to our soules Lift up your heads O ye gates and be ye lift up ye everlasting doores that the King of glory may come in So Veni Domine Iesu Come LORD JESV come quickly To whom with the Father and the Spirit be All praise and honour for ever Amen FINIS Perlegi hanc Concionem dignamque judico quae typis mandetur THO WYKES R. P. Episc. Lond. Cap. Domest Tacitus de Galba Othone vitel Hist. Lib. 1. Tacitus in vita Iulij Agricolae Exod. 19. 16. Psal. 68. 23. Prov. 9. 14. Gen. 19. 14. Psal 68. 8. Psal 18 8. Psal. 29 9. Psal. 18. 10. Psal. 28. 2. Job 38. 10. Deut. 10. 14. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 B. Isa. 64. 6. AEnaead lib. 2. Ephes. 3. 19. 1 King 7. 19. Iudg. 6. 13. Acts. 7. 55. Deut. 5. 29. Cant. 6 12. Mat. 23 37. 2 King 5. 25. Isa. 65. 2. Psal. 95. 10. Jer. 32. 30 31. Diog. Laert. vit Philos lib. 2. Aug. de civit Dei lib 3 cop 17. Cant 5. 3. Psal. 50. 1 Sam. 2. 8. Seneca de Beneficijs lib. 1. Acts 23. 3. Psal. 51. 10. Prov. 13. 9. Psal. 145. 18. Basil in Epist. ad Gregor Diog. Laert. de vit Phil. lib. 1. Isa. 1. 15. Aug. in Psal. 42 Cypr. de jeju Christi Isa. 58. 5. Ambr. Ser. 33. 2 King 10. 15. Iosh 1. 16. 1 King 22 11. Word Rom. 1. 16. Mat 7. 29. 2 Cor. 10. 5. Jer. 23. 29. Exod. 17. 6. Deut. 32. 2. Aenaead lib. 1. Serm. 59. de verbis Domini A. Hirtij de bello Alexand comment Mercy Orat pro Luc. Murena Isa. 28. 21. Suet. Tranq de Vesp. Aug cap 15. Valer. lib. 11. Psal. 145. 8. Psal. 119. 64. Psal. 36. 5. Psal. 108. 4. Deut. 32. 14. Hos. 11. 14. Psal. 65. 3● Ode Afflictions Cur bonis viris mala eveniant Sen. Diog Laert de vita Phil lib 3. Plut. Apot●e● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Pro. 1. 23. Isocr Areop Psal 78. 34. Psal 119. 71. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Luke 13. 5. Gen 4 24. Pro. 19. 25. Virg. Aenead Lips de Constant lib. 1. cap 1. Iuven. Sat. 4. 2 Sam. 14. 31. Aul. Gellius 12. 7. Psal. 9. 16. 1 King 19. 3. Psal. 8. 7. Deut. 4. 8. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Horat. Odar lib. 3. Od. 1. Psal. 105. 27 28 29. Jer. 5. 3. De civit Dei lib. 2. cap. 33. Ioseph de bello Iudaico lib. 5. cap. 5. Spirit Isa. 30. 11. Mark 6. 20. Acts 26. 28. Zach 11. 10. Mark 9. 22. James 3. 17. Ephes 4. 3. Esay 28. 10. Psal. 50. 17.

THE Royall Guest OR A SERMON PREACHED AT LENT Assises Anno Dom. M.DC.XXXVI At the Cathedrall of SARVM being the first Sunday of Lent before S r. IOHN FINCH and S r. JOHN DENHAM His Majesties Justices of Assise By THOMAS DRANT of Shaston in Com. Dorset LONDON Printed by G. M. for Walter Hammond and are to be sold by Michael Sparke in Greene-Arbour 1637. TO THE WORSHIPFVLL PETER BALL ESQVIRE Recorder of the famous Citie of EXON health in this life true happinesse in the life to come SIR I Might Preface to you with Reasons of this Dedication or with Apologies You are a stranger to me nec beneficio nec injuria cognitus Onely I affect to be knowne unto you this is motive enough nor pleade I other excuse What your eares grac't with a liking in the passage these sheetes speake to your eyes but more standingly my hopes are blest if I please both sences Your applause as 't is tradition'd me was full and liberall much above the worth of these thoughts I silence the causes made them Publique that makes them Yours and candor 't is I honour more than greatnesse in a Patron I owe your love an acknowledgement deeds were little enough to expresse it but my aimes are crown'd if by your Pardon or Acceptance this so small Booke professione pietatis aut laudatus erit aut excusatus Farre-well Worthy Sir Shaston Decimo Sexto Kalendarum Aprilis Yours in all services gladly devoted THOMAS DRANT The Royall Guest REVELAT 3. VER 20. Behold I stand at the doore and Knock. WEE meete here a Royall Guest who enstated in all the Royalties of Heaven yet sues for a welcome on earth and wee have him in my Text. First for Posture Standing I stand Secondly for Place At the doore I stand at the doore Thirdly for Action Knocking I stand at the doore and Knocke. Behold I stand at the doore and Knocke. These are the severall Branches the bodie of this Text spreads into where doe perch on every sprigg Wonder and Mercy Wonder that GOD who is all Glory should come downe unto man who is all vilenesse Mercy that Man who is a foule ragge of uncleanenesse should be made a temple for GOD to dwell in who is all Holy GOD and man were at distance but now nay at odds nay at feud if ever any happy is that union which brings them under one roofe to one table this is marveilous in our eyes and therefore chain'd in with an Ecce here Behold I stand at the doore and Knocke. Behold is a word of Emphasis and Energie if this Starre stand ore the house a JESVS is within nor points this hand in the Margin but there 's juice and substance in the Text Some of ranke are in the Palace where this Porter keeps the gate and fruits not to be plucked rudely in that Paradice where this Cherube guardes the entry where Ecce is written on the box be sure the ointment's precious something of weight and moment doth march in the reare if Behold leades up the front and as the Baptist in Sacred Writ prepares the way to it 't is so here GOD bowes the Heavens and comes downe among men nor comes he arm'd with thunders cloath'd with Majesty darkenesse being his pavilion about him as to Israel on Mount Sinay So to come would strike terrour in all hearts nor comes he as sometime he came into his Sanctuary where the Singers went before the plaiers of instruments followed after among them were the Damosels playing with timbrels thus to come would be a pleasant object to all eyes He comes here forma pauperis as a Mendicant who begs an almes for GODS sake He breakes not into our roomes but stands at our doores at whose least breath the gates of hell flie open and the barres of iron burst in peeces here is patience and humility to a miracle and both stamped with an Ecce Behold I Stand c. Nay not a word here but this dash of the HOLY GHOSTS quill the impression of this character is due unto it First I it were enough were I a guardian Angell to some Monarch below if one from the Sacred Quire of the Prophets if the least among those feathered Hierarchies above but I the Prince of peace the King of glory the LORD Paramount of Heaven and Earth Secondly I stand I sit not in my chaire of state I leane not on a cushion of ease I roule not on beds of violets and strewings of rose-buds but I stand and this posture of mine speakes as my readinesse to enter so my patience to awaite it Thirdly I Stand at the doore not in the Hall where the warmth of a fire might cheere me not in the chamber where I might rest my limbes on a couch of Ivory but at the doore without shelter or penthouse where the drislie sleete chils and the stormie tempest beates upon me where my head is is fil'd with the dew and my lecks defil'd with the drops of the night Fourthly I stand at the doore and Knocke. I stand not at the doore as the harlot sate at hers in the Proverbs to tole in gaine and enamour the passinger to folly nor stand I as those Sodomites who thronged about the dores of Lot to shed that blood which bedewes the earth and with its shreekes awakens Heaven to vengeance I stand not with my hands in my bosome or my armes enfolded together or to gaze about me as those Idlers in the Market-place but I stand to knocke nor give I a rappe and away as a Post that flieth by but as 't is a peece of my devoire to gaine an entry so I stand to it if by any meanes they will open to mee and their owne happinesse Behold I stand at the doore and Knocke. Now O LORD what is Man though retinu'de with all the pompe of greatnesse what the Sonnes of men those who move in the highest Orbes what the whole Series and descent of them even theirs whose blood flowes from the noblest veines What the whole cluster and bunch of mankinde that so mighty a GOD at whose persence the Heavens droppe out of whose mouth coales of fire devoure whose voice rents the rockes and discovers the forrests that hee should stand at our doores and knock How many roundes of wonder in this one Ladder in this one chaine how many linkes of Miracle what wedges of gold in this rich Minerall I shall digg for some and one pretious ingot I light on at the very head of this Mine 't is the partie who stands at our doore implied in the Greeke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 exprest in our English I the Guest himselfe I stand I who I who stretch out the Heavens like a curtaine and againe make a sack their covering and shall shrivell them up as a parched scroule at the last day I who ride upon a Cherube and flie who flie upon the wings of the winde