with as great an ease Send thee more wastfull vermin if he please Perchance 't is grounded kneded and what though Gods Curse is often temper'd with the Dough Beleeve 't the fruits of all thy toyle is mine Vntill they be enjoy'd as much as thine But now t' has fed thee Is thy soule at rest Perchance thy stomack 's dainty to digest No if heav'ns following favour doe not last From the first Furrow to the very Tast Thy labour 's lost The Bread of all thy travill Without that blessing feeds no more then Gravill Now wastfull Man thou mayst repose againe That Modell of Gods Prov'dence and thy paine That bitt of Bread And if thy Dog should fawne Vpon thy lappe let not so deare a Pawne Of greater plenty be contemn'd and lost Remember how it came and what it cost 54. On Faith and Reason TRue Faith and Reason are the Soules two Eyes Faith evermore lookes upward and discryes Objects remote but Reason can discover Things onely neere sees nothing that 's above her They are not Matches Often disagree And sometimes both are clos'd and neither see Faith viewes the Sun and Reason but the shade T'one courts the Mistresse t'other wooes the Maide That fees the Fire This only but the Flint The true-bred Christian alwayes lookes asquint 55. On Carnall Mirth VVHo seeks to quench by help of Carnal frends Those fiery Errants that the consciēce sends Redeemes his Peace but with a further spoyle Drinks in a Fever quenches Fyre with Oyle Lord if thou strike my Conscience and that Me I will expect and trust no Friend but Thee 56. On Prayer PRayre's like a Vapour fum'd from earth that flyes To th' Gates of Heav'n It never rotts i th' Skyes If Faith and it be joyn'd it will obtaine And melt into a first and later Raine If Faith forsake her and they part in sunder It falls in Thunderbolts at least in Thunder 57. On ANNA VVHat faithfull Anna by her Teares had done Deserv'd the double duty of a Son She was a double Parent pleas'd to doe A double Office bore and got him too Thus Samuel was It was lesse strange then rare Borne of her Body gotten by her Prayer 58. On a Gift NO losse to give to thee the gift is more Our owne being giv'n great God then 't was before 59. On my selfe IF Righteous Ely was not vengeance-free How shall I scape He was a Saint to me Nay Lord how would my heart comfort faile If I should weigh thy Mercies in our Scale 60. On Iustification and Sanctification LOrd thou hast promis'd in and for thy Christ To sanctifie where ere thou Iustifi'st Lord all my Evils are Iustifi'd in thee Lord let those Evils be sanctifi'd to me 61. On Mans Love WHen think we Lord on thee when we doe How feeble are our thoughts sinfull too How basely doe our crooked Soules engage Themselves to heav'n We make thy Glory Page To our Salvation Mans more servile heart Loves what he 'd have thee Lord not what thou art This is the very best of Man wherein W' are apt to think we merit more then Sin But there 's a baser Love Our chiefe respects Have meere relation to our owne Defects Like Dogs we fawne upon our Masters Lapps With dirty feet and only love for Scrapps But there 's a baser yet We love for feare Finding like Kain more then we can beare And were it not for shame our hearts would be As warme to Sathan as great God to Thee But there 's a baser yet And baser none We love thee to be lov'd of man alone We force a Zeale usurpe the name of Pure That we may sin more closely more secure We love thee onely to abuse thee just As Whores love Husbands but to cloke their lust How art thou martyr'd in our lustfull Fyres How made a Stale to catch our wilde desires Lord I will love as farre as lyes in me Thee for thy selfe and all things else in Thee 62. On filiall love and servile THey 'r not alike although alike appeare T'one feares for love The other loves for Feare 63. On Grapes IT is receiv'd That seed of Grapes being sowne Brings forth degenerate Clusters or else none But Stocks being grafted prove a fruitfull Vine Whose pleasing Berries yeeld a generous wine We are thy Vineyard Lord These Grapes of our By Nature are degenerous and sower But if thou please to graft us we shall beare Delicious fruit which being prest shall cheare The hearts of Angels and that blessed Trine Of perfect glory with their sprightly Wine 64. On Ioy and Griefe LOrd if my Griefes were not oppos'd with Ioy They would destroy And if my Mirth were not allaid with Sadnesse It would be Madnesse While this with that or that with this contends They 're both my Friends But when these happy Wars doe chance to cease I have no peace The more my earthly Passions doe contest The more my heavenly ' Affections are at rest 65. On Doves and Serpents WE must have Doves and Serpents in our heart But how they must be marshall'd there 's the Art They must agree and not be farre asunder The Dove must hold the wily Serpent under Their natures teach what places they must keepe The Dove can flye the Serpent onely creepe 66. On Christ and our selves I Wish a greater knowledge then t' attaine The knowledge of my selfe A greater Gaine Then to augment my selfe A greater Treasure Then to enjoy my selfe A greater Pleasure Then to content my selfe How slight and vaine Is all selfe-Knowledge Pleasure Treasure Gaine Vnlesse my better knowledge could retrive My Christ unlesse my better Gaine could thrive In Christ unlesse my better Wealth grow rich In Christ unlesse my better Pleasure pitch On Christ Or else my Knowledge will proclaime To my owne heart how ignorant I am Or else my Gaine so ill improv'd will shame My Trade and shew how much declin'd I am Or else my Treasure will but blurre my name With Bankrupt and divulge how poore I am Or else my Pleasures that so much inflame My thoughts will blabb how full of fores I am Lord keepe me from my selfe 'T is best for me Never to owne my selfe if not in Thee 67. On Man AT our Creation but the Word was said And we were made No sooner were but our false hearts did swell With Pride and fell How slight is Man At what an easie cost Hee 's made and lost 68. On Death WE all are going to the selfe same Place We only differ in our Way our Pase One treads the common Roade of Age Another Travels directed by the hand os's Brother Some crosse the Waves perchance the neerer way Some by the winged Shaft that flyes by Day Some ride on Feavers others beat the hoofe With horses in their hands and make a proofe Of their owne strrngth Others more fairely pase On beds of Downe some ride a speedy race On hot-mouthd Surfeits emulous for the Cup
away That for an Angell paid a Groat a day 39. On DAVID WHo ever sung so high so rapt an 〈◊〉 As David prompted by heroick Clio But when thy more divine Vrania sung What glorious Angell had so sweet a tongue But when Melpomene began to sing Each word 's a Rapture or some higher thing Sweet were thy triumphs sweet those ioyes of thine O but thy Teares were more then most Divine 40. On a Monument SEest thou that Mon'ment Dost thou see how Art Does polish nature to adorne each part Of that rare Worke whose glorious Fabrick may Commend her beauty to an after day Is 't not a dainty Peâ—ce And apt to raise A rare advantage to the Makers praise But knowst thou what this dainty Peece encloses Beneath this glorious Marble there reposes A noysome putrid Carkas halfe devour'd By crawling Caniballs disguiz'd deflour'd With loath'd Corruption whose consuming sent Would poyson thoughts although it have no vent Ev'n sucha Peece art thou who ere thou be That readst these Lines This Monument is Thee Thy Body is a Fabricke wherein Nature And Art conspire to heighten up a Creature To summe Perfection being a living Story And rare Abridgement of his Makers Glory But full of loathsome Filth and nasty mire Of lust uncurb'd Affections base desire Curious without but most corrupt within A glorious Monument of inglorious Sin 41. On PLAVSVS PLausus has built a Church And lest his Glory Should dye has boasted his vain-glorious Story Vpon the painted Wall and built to Fame A large Memoriall of his doubtfull Name Plausus 't is bravely done Thy Deeds make knowne Thou either seekst Gods glory or thy owne 42. On CENSORIO THou blam'st the Age condemns the daies of crimes If thou wouldst mend thy Faults 't would mend the Times 43. On fooles of both kinds SOme scorne the Crosse whilst others fall before it Some sit and take the Bread and some adore it Some are too bold and others too too nice Fooles act a Sin whilst they decline a Vice 44. On the name of JESVS IT is the common course of man to double The name of Iesus in the times of Trouble The name of Lord is not a stile to please us Iesu's no Lord with us if Lord no Iesus 45. On the Woman with the Issue HOw could thy Soule fond Woman be assur'd Thy long disease could be so eas'ly cur'd What couldst thou think the touch of cloth was good To dry the Fountaine of thy flowing Blood Or was 't because our blessed Saviour wore it Or why I read not that thou didst adore it He nere so much as ownd thee Woman Sure Thy Faith and not his Garments wrought the Cure 46. On our Redemption WE were created at a Word a Breath Redeemed with no lesse then Blood Death How much greater labour is it than To wash a Sinner then to make a Man 47. On Gods Arme. T Was not that he was weake or thou so strong He dy'd so soone or that thou liv'st so long The head-strong Oxe is haled to the slaughter When the poore worm crawls many a Summer after When Heav'ns victorious arme shal please to strike The Gyant and the Pigmey are alike 48. On our blessed Saviour O Thou that wert the King of heav'n and earth How poorely wert thou attended at thy Birth A Manger was thy Cradle And a Stable Thy Privy Chamber Marye's knees thy Table Theeves were thy Courtiers the Cross thy Throne Thy Dyet Gall A wreath of Thornes thy Crowne All this the King of Glory endur'd and more To make us Kings that were but Slaves before 49. On CORDVPLO KEepe in thy Actions and maintaine the Fences Of thy clos'd lipps Corduplo and thy Senses Thou shalt deceive both Man and Devill too And mayst be damn'd and yet they never know The Devils power of knowledge never delves Into our hearts till we proclaime our selves 50. On Dreames VVHo dreams a Sin not his dreams forbid it An entertainment sins as if he did it Which if thy slumbring Soule could not prevent Th' art safe if thou hast dreamd thou didst repent 51. On ADAM How soon poore Adam was thy Freedome lost Forfeit to death ere thou hadst time to boast Before thy Triumph was thy Glory done Betwixt a rising and a Setting Sun How soon that ends that should have ended never Thine eyes ne'r slept untill they slept for ever 52. On Sins and Blessings VVE write thy common Blessings Lord upon A sliding streame no sooner writ but gon Thy more illustrious Favors we entrust To the dry Sand defac'd with ev'ry Gust But Lord our Scrowle of Sins are written downe On during Marble or some harder stone And our extreame mis-doings are thought good To be inscrib'd like Draco's Lawes in blood Lord let us change our Tables or our Story And we shall have more Comfort Thou more Glory 53. On CELIA CElia complaines her Heart cannot be well Nor will not Celia till it cease to swell 'T is too-too proud with blood perverse and stout It must be launc'd to let the humour out Alas no launce can pierce it It is growne More hard then Raunce or th' Adamantine stone Then Celia like an Adamant thou must Make the incision with her owne made dust 54. On PVSILLVS PVsillus can be jocund never whines When he is full but still in want repines And like a bad-nos'd â—ound that hunts not true Hee 's at a Fault if not the Game in view Be well advis'd Pusillus Heav'n may chance To pipe no more if thou give ore to dance 55. On Beliefe THe Divels doe beleeve I know they doe But their Beleefe does make them tremble too 57. On CRASTINIO PAst time is gone the Future is to be Crastinio say which most belongs to thee The first thou further goest and further from And thou mayst dye before the last shall come The first Crastinio's now growne out of date Perchance the last may come but come too late The last's uncertaine and the first is gone The present then Crastinio's thine or none 58. On an Hower-glasse MAns life is like an Hower-glasse wherein Each sev'rall sand that passes is a Sin And when the latest sand is spent and run Our Sinnes are finisht as our lives are done 59. On KAIN KAin 't is true It was and did appeare A Punishment too great for thee to beare If thou hadst had a Faith and couldst have bin As much opprest and loaded with thy Sin Thy greater patience either might out-worne it Or found more able Shoulders to have borne it 59 On TICIO TIcio stands gaping for the clouded Sun To be inform'd how fast the howers run Ah foolish Ticio art thou sound in minde To lose by seeking what thou seekst to finde 60. On SORTIO SOrtio that makst a Trade of gaming know Thou breakst two great command'ments at a throw The third thou break'st by thy abuse of Lot Thou breakst the Tenth that bids thee Covet not Now tell me Sortio whether
DIVINE FANCIES Digested into EPIGRAMMES MEDITATIONS AND OBSERVATIONS BY FRA QVARLES LONDON Printed by M. F. for IOHN MARRIOT and are to be sold at his Shop in St. Dunstans Churchyard in Fleetstreet 1633. TO THE ROYALL BVDDE OF MAIESTIE and Center of all our Hopes and Happinesse CHARLES Prince of Great BRITAINE France and Ireland SONNE and HEYRE Apparant to the High and Mighty CHARLES by the Grace of GOD King of Great BRITAINE FRANCE and IRELAND c. Illustrious Infant GIve mee leave to acknowledge my selfe thy Servant ere thou knowst thy Selfe my Prince My Zeale burnes mee and my desires are impatient My breeding Muse longs for greene fruit and cannot stay thy ripenesse Sweet Babe The loyalty of my Service makes bold to consecrate these early Leaves to thy sacred Infancie not knowing how to glorifie themselues more then by the Patronage of such Princely Innocencie Modell of Sweetnesse Let thy busie Fingers entertaine this slender Present and let thy harmelesse Smiles crowne it When thy Infancie hath crackt the Shell let thy Childhood tast the Kernell In the meane while let thy little hands and Eyes peruse it Lugge it in thy tender Armes and lay thy burthen at thy Royall Parents feet for whose sake it may gaine some honor from their glorious Eyes Heaven blesse thy Youth with Grace and crowne thy Age with Glorie Angells conduct thee from the Cradle to the Crowne Let the English Rose and the French Lilly florish in thy louely Cheeke And let their united Colours presage an euerlasting League Let the eminent Qualities of both thy renowned Grand-fathers meet in thy Princely Heart that thou mayst in Peace be honourable and in Warre victorious And let the great addition of thy Royall Parents Vertues make thee vp a most incomparable Prince the firme Pillar of our happines and the future Object of the Worlds wonder Expected and prayd for by Your Highnesses most Loyall and humble servant FRA QVARLES TO THE RIGHT HONOVrable and truely vertuous Lady MARY Countesse of Dorset Governesse to that Royall Infant CHARLES Prince of Great BRITAINE France and Ireland the Mirror of unstained HONOVR Most excellent LADY YOV are that Starre which stands over the place where the Babe lyes By whose directions light I am come from the East to present my Myrrh and Frankincense to the yong Child Let not our Royall JOSEPH nor his Princely MARY be affrayd there are no Herods here We have all seene his Starre in the East and have rejoyced Our loyall hearts are full for our eyes have seene him in whom our Posterity shall bee blessed To him most honorable Lady I addresse my thoughts To Him I presume to consecrate these Lines which since it hath pleased our gracious Soveraigne to appoint you the Governesse of his Royall Infancy I have made bold to present first to your noble hands not daring in my very thoughts to disjoyne whom his Sacred Majestie in so great Wisedome hath put together or to consider severally where his Highnesse hath made so in violable a Relation Madam May your Honors increase with your howers and let eternall Glory crowne your Uâ—rtues that when this Age shall sleepe in Dust our Children yet unborne may honour your glorious Memory under the happinesse of his Government whose Governesse you are which shall be daily the Subject of his Prayers who is The sworne-Servant of your Ladiships Perfections FRA QVARLES To the Readers REaders I wil not like One that knowes the strength of his owne Muse commit Rape upon your Vnderstandings nor rayle at your Ignorances if our Wits jumpe not I have written at my owne peril understand you at your owne pleasures I have nor so little Man in me as to want my faults nor so much Foole in me as to thinke it nor so little Modesty as to sweare it nor so much Childe in me as to whine at Zoilus My request is That the faultles hand may cast the first stone So although I cannot avoyd the common Lot of man Error I may escape the punishment of the Common Man Censure I heere present thee with a Hive of Bees laden some with Waxe and some with Honey Feare not to approach There are no Waspes there are no Hornets here if some wanton Bee should chance to buzze about thine eares stand thy Ground and hold thy hands There 's none wil sting thee if thou strike not first If any doe she hath Honey in her Bagge will cure thee too In playner tearmes I present thee with a Booke of Fancies Among which as I have none to boast of so I hope I shall have none to blush at All cannot affect all If some please all or all some 't is more then I expect I had once thought to haue melted the Title and cast it into severall Bookes and have lodg'd Observations Meditations and Epigrams by themselves but new thoughts have taken place I have required no helpe of Herauld either to place or to proclaime them Cards well shuffled are most fit for Gamesters And oftentimes the pastime of Discovery adds pleasure to the Enioyment The Generous Faulkner had rather retrive his Partridge in the open Feilds then meet her in his coverd Dish Only this when you read a Meditation let me entreate thee to forget an Epigramme Fare-well AD LECTORES VTRIVSque GENERIS Candide si mala sint nostra inter carmina parce Et bona si quae sint Zoile parco tibi To GOD. GLorious and Great whose power did divide The Waves and made them Walls on either side That didst appeare in Cloven-tongues of Fyre Divide my thoughts and with thy selfe inspire My soule O cleave my Tongue and make it scatter Various Expressions in a various Matter That like the painefull Bee I may derive From sundry Flow'rs to store my slender Hive Yet may my Thoughts not so divided be But they may mixe againe and fixe in Thee DIVINE FANCIES Digested into EPIGRAMMES MEDITATIONS AND OBSERVATIONS 1. On the Musique of Organs OBserve this Organ Marke but how it goes 'T is not the hand of him alone that blowes The unseene Bellowes nor the Hand that playes Upon th'apparent note-dividing Kayes That makes these wel-composed Ayres appeare â—â—fore the high Tribunall of thine earâ— They both concurre Each acts his severall part Th' one gives it Breath the other lends it Art Man is this Organ To whose every action Heav'n gives a Breath a Breath without coaction Without which Blast we cannot act at all Without which Breath the Vniverse must fall To the first Nothing it was made of seeing In Him we live we move we have our Being Thus fill'd with his Diviner breath and back't With his first power we touch the Kayes and act He blowes the Bellowes As we thrive in skill Our Actions prove like Musicke Good or Ill. 2 On the contingencie of Actions I Saw him dead I saw his Body fall Before Deaths Dart whoÌ„ tears must not recall Yet is he not so dead but that his Day Might
thou to take how free to give 75. On Zacheus WEll climb'd Zacheus 'T was a step well given FroÌ„ hence toth Tree froÌ„ the Tree to HeaveÌ„ 76. On the Plough-man I Heare the whistling Plough-man all day long Sweetning his labour with a chearefull song His Bed's a Pad of Straw His dyet course In both he fares not better then his Horse He seldome slakes his thirst but from the Pumpe And yet his heart is blithe his visage plumpe His thoughts are nere acquainted with such things As Griefes or Feares He onely sweats and sings When as the Landed Lord that cannot dine Without a Qualme if not refresht with Wine That cannot judge that controverted case 'Twixt meat mouth without the Bribe of Sauce That claimes the service to the purest linnen To pamper and to shroud his dainty skin in Groanes out his dayes in lab'ring to appease The rage of either Buisnes or Disease Alas his silken Robes his costly Diet Can lend a little pleasure but no Quiet The untold summes of his descended wealth Can give his Body plenty but not Health The one in Paynes and want possesses all T'other in Plenty findes no peace at all 'T is strange And yet the cause is easly knowne Tone's at Gods finding t'other at his owne 77. On a happy Kingdome THat Kingdome and none other happy is Where Moses and his Aarâ—n meet and kisse 78. On Gods appearance to Moses Gâ—â— first appeard â—o Moses in the Myre The next time he appeard hâ—appeard in Fire The third time he was knowne to Moses eye Vpon mount Sinai cloath'd in Maiestie Thrice God appeares to Man first â—allowing in His â—oule pollution and base Myre of Sin And like to Pharoes daughter do'es bemone Our helplesse State and drawes us for his owne The next â—ime he â—ppeares in Fyre whose bright And gentle flames consume not but give light It is the Fire of Grace where man is bound To d'off his Shâ—â—â—s because 't is holy ground The last apparance shall be in that Mount Where every Soule shall render an Account Of good or evill where all things Transitory Shall cease Grace be crownd with perfect Glory 79. On Gods Law Thy Sacred Law O God Is like to MOâ—ES â—odâ— If wee 〈◊〉 iâ— iâ— our hand It will doe Wonders in the Land If wee sleight and throw it to the Ground 'T will 〈…〉 A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure Nor salve untill the Brazen Serpent cure I wish not Lord thou sholdsâ— â—ithold it Nor wold I have it and not hold it O â—each me theâ—â— my God To handle MOSâ—S Rod. 80. On Pharoâ—â—s bâ—icke OVr God 's not like to Phaâ—oâ— to require His 〈…〉 for Fiâ—e His workemen wanted Straw and yet were lasht For not performance We have Straw unthrasht Yet we are idlâ— and we wâ—â—ch and kicke Against our Burthens and returne no Bricke We spend our 〈…〉 the Sâ—ablâ— And then we cry Alas Wâ— are not able Thinke not on Israâ—ls sufferings in that day When thy offended Justice shall repay Our laboâ—â— Lord when 〈…〉 Thinke 〈◊〉 was a Tyrant Thou a â—od 81. On the insaâ—iablenesse of Mans heart THis Globe of earth ha's not the pow'r to fill The Heart of Man but it desiâ—rs still By him that seekes the Cause is easly found The Heart 's Triangular The Earth is Round He may be full but never to the brim Be fillâ—d with Earth till earth be fill'd with him 82. On Pharoe's â—ard-heartednes PLagâ—es after Plagues And yet not Pharoh yeeld T' enlarge poore Israel Was thy heart so steel'd Rebellious Tyrant that it dare withstand The oft repeated Iudgements of Heav'ns hand Could neither Mercies oyle nor Iudgements thunder Dissolve nor breake thy â—linty heart in sunder No no what Sun beames soften not they harden Purpos'd Rebellions are asleepe to Pardon 83. On the change of Pharoe's fortunes OBserve what peace great Pharo's kingdom found while Ioseph liv'd what blessiâ—gsâ—round â—round His happy dayes Heav'ns plague-infâ—icting hand Was then a stranger to his peacefull Land Peace was entâ—yl'd upon his Royall Thronâ— His Land had Plenty when the World had none His full desiers over-flowd their Brim Favoâ—rs camâ— downe unaskâ—t unsought by him His Scepter florish'd from a God unknownâ— No need to troâ—ble any of his owne While Ioseph liv'd his Blessings had no end That God was his whil'st he was Iosephs Frend These temp'rall Blessings heav'n doth often share Vnto the wicked at the Good-mans Prayer But Ioseph dyes And Iosâ—phs Sons must fall Beneath their Burthens and be scourg'd withall Whilst Tyrant Pharoh's more severer hand Keeps them laborious Pris'ners in his Land God oft permits his Children to be hurld Into distresse to weane them from the world But Pharohs Blessings alter with his Brow The budding Scepter 's turn'd a Serpent now His Land must groan her plagues must still encrease Till Iacobs Off-spring shall find Iacobs peace Gods Children are the Apples of his Eye Whose touch is death if beeing toucht they cry Now Tyrant Pharoh dares no longer chuse Israel must goe Pharoh repents pursues Pharoh wants Brick Pharoh ere long I feare Will find the purchase of his Brick too deare Moses holds forth his Rod The Seas divide The Waves are turn'd to Walls on either side They passe secure Pharoh pursues them still God leaves his Children to the brunt of Ill The Chariot Wheeles flye off the Harnesse cracks One wants a Nayle the next a Hammer lacks How Man is cross'd and puzzel'd in that Plot Where Heav'n denyes successe and prospers not Moses holds forth his Rod The Easterne wind Calls backe the Tydes The parted Waters ioynd And overwhelmd great Pharo and Pharoes Host None scap'd to â—ell the newes All drownd and lost Thus thrives Rebellion Plagues nor doing good Oft-times conclude their Ceremony in Blood Thus hardned hearts grow more and more obdure And Heav'n cuts off when Earth is most secure 84. On the first bornâ— THe Firâ—â— Borne of th' Egyptians all were slaine From him that holds the Scepter to the Swayne But all that are First-borne in Israel be Accepted Lord and sanctiâ—ied to Thee Thy lookes are always turn'd upon the Prime Of all our Actions Words our thoughts our time Thy pleased Eye is fixt upon the First And from the Womb w' are thine or else accurst 85. On baptized Infants I Dare not judge those Iudgements ill advis'd That hold such Infants saâ—'d as dye baptiz'd What hinders Life Originall hath bin New wasâ—t away There 's yet no Actuall Sin Death is th' Effect of Sin The Cause being gon What ground is lefâ— for Death to worke upon I know not But of Israels sons 't is found Moses was sav'd I read that none was drownd 86. On the grumbling Israelites NO sooner out but grumble Is the Brick So soone forgotten 'T is a common trick Serve God in Plenty Egypt can doe thus No thankes to serve our God when God serves us Some sullen Curres when they perceive a Bone
as He. 85. On corner Sinners SVch men are like to Owles They take delight To make the night their day their day the night They hate the Sun and love dark corners best But they shall houle when day-birds are at rest 86. On the Kite MArke but the soaring Kite and she will reade Brave rules for Diet teach thee how to feede She flyes aloft She spreads her ayrie plumes Above the reach above the nauâ—ious â—umes Of dang'rous earth She makes her selfe a stranger T'inferiour things and checks at ev'ry danger At length she stoopes and with a brave disdaine She strikes her prey and mounts her up againe By her example learne to use the earth And thou shalt find lesse mischiefe and mâ—â—â— mirth 87. On FORMIO FOrmio bewailes his Sins with the same heart As Frends do Frends when they 'r about to part Beleeve it Fâ—rmio will not entertaine A merry Thought untill they meet againe 88. On bosome sinnes HOw loath is Flesh to yield the Spirit to win The glorious Conquest of a Bosome sin O how th'ingenious Flesh will pleade abuse The height of Wit to argue or excuse At length it yeelds O give it leave to stay A yeare a moneth a weeke at least a day And if not so yet let my breaking heart But hugge it once or twice before we part Let me but take my leave my thoughts shal bind me From the least touch let me but looke behind me Nay sin Geheziâ—like will have a blow At cleansed Naamans bounty ere she goe 89. On the Eccho AN Eccho's nothing but a forc'd rebound Or airy repercussion of a Sound Proceeding from some hollow place well knowne To have to Bulk no Beeing of her owne It is no Substance nothing but a Noise An empty sound the picture of a voyce Such is my Courtly Friend At my request Hee 'l breath his service from his hollow brest And Eccho-like for every word that 's blowne Into his eares returnes me two for one But when they come to th'Test alas they 'r found More light then Ayre meere shadowes of a Sound I le trust my God His bounty still afâ—ords As many deedes as my false Friends do words 90 On a Water-Mill THe formall Christian's like a Water-mill Vntill the Floodgate's open he lyes still He cannot work at all he cannot dreame Of going till his wheeles shall finde the streame 91. On PAVL and APOLLOS T Is not what this man or what that man saith Brings the least stone toth'building of my faith My eare may ramble but my Conscience followes No man I 'me neither Pauls nor yet Apollo's When Scripture gold lyes by me is it just To take up my Salvation upon Trust My Faith shall be confin'd to no mans Lists I le onely follow Paul as Paul is Christs 92. On MORVS IF a poore timorous Hare but crosse the way Morus will keepe his chamber all the day What Evillâ—ortends â—ortends it Morus It does show That Morus is not wise for thinking so But Morus keepes his Chamber There will be Morus one Foole the loâ—â—e abroad by Thee 93. On some Faiths SOme Faiths are like those Mills that cannot grind Their Câ—rne unles they worke against the Wind 94. On the Temporizer HE seemes to be a Man of Warre His sayle Being fill'd and prosper'd with a foreright Gale Makes speedy way and with her Keele divides The sparkling furrowes of the swelling Tides Or if the wind should slacke or â—â—ase to blow Can make a shift to Tide it to and fro But if it prove a Storme or the wind croâ—â—e His wavering Bottom soone beginâ— to tosse Vpon the troubled â—aves without râ—gard Of either stearâ— or yet the sea-mans â—ard His prouder Courage quailes the rough weather Transports his wandring keel he knows not whither Till after many a ruine-threatning knock He 's overwhelmd or splitt upon a Rock 95. On our sins IT is an Errour even as foule to call Our sins too great for pardon as too small 96. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Christmas Candle whose good name Crowns his faire actions with a glorious flame Burnes cleare and bright and leaves no ground for doubt To question but he stincks at going out When Death pufâ—s out his Flame the snuff will tell If he were Waxe or Tallow by the smell 97. On Secret mungers HE that at Secrets shall compose his aime Is like the Flie that sports about the Flame He never leaves to buzze untill he brings Hiâ—selfe to ruine or at least his wings And like a desp'rate Fly though he has bin Once schorcht hee 'l venture at the Flame agin 98. On a Flye THe Sun-delighting Flye repayres at first To the full Cup onely to quench her thirst But oftentimes she sports about the Brinke And sipps so long till she be drownd in drinke When wanton leysure shall present thine eye With lavish Cups Remember but the Flye 99. On Scripture and Apocrypha VVHen as the Scripture opens to mine eyes I see my Lord in 's Bed But when I meet Th' Apocrypha at th' end me thinks it lyes Like his well countnanc'd Page at the Beds feet Who wears his Lords old Cloths made lesse sayes His owne Inventions in his Masters Phrase 100. To my BOOKE HEre comes a Criticke Close thy Page Thou art no Subject for this Age And censure oftentimes yee know Will strike the Dove and spare the Crow But hold Thy Guilt does not require That thou shouldst lurke or yet retyre Be open as the Eye of Noone And let Dogs barke against the Moone Thou hast no Luster of thy owne But what 's deriv'd from Heav'n alone Feare not Thy Heav'n-instructed Page Will either please or teach the Age. The end of the second Booke DIVINE FANCIES The third Booke 1. On old Wine and new OLd crazy Casks are not designd to hold New-Wines nor yet new Vessells for the Old Old must with Old and new with new be filld Else will the vessels breake and Wine be spilld These empty Vessels are thy heart and mine The Law and Gospell represents the Wine The new's the Spirit and the old 's the Letter With reverence to the Text The new's the better 2. On ZACHARIAS and the blessed Virgin HIs tongue requir'd a Signe which might afford A cleerer Evidence then the Angels word And had it too Vntill those things shall come To passe his faithlesse lips are stricken dumb Our blessed Virgin at her Salutation Seemd ev'n as faithles on the selfe same fashion Her lips reply'd And how can these things be Hard Iustice why he punisht and not she The Reason's easie to be riddeld out Hers was the voyce of Wonder His of doubt 3. On a Picture SOme Pictures with a fore-right eye if seene Present unto the view some beauteous Queene But step aside and it objects the shape On this side of an Owle on that an Ape Looke full upon the world It proves the Story And beauteous Picture of th' Almighties Glory But if thy
Her thoughts approve The last for present wealth the first for love Both may not be enjoy'd Her heart must smother Her love to one if she affect the other Ah silly Virgin Is the choyce so hard In two extreames Can thy weake thoughts reward Two so unequall with a like Respect Knowst thou not which to slight which t' affect Submit to better judgement and advise With thy best Friend O trust not thine owne eyes This last that seemes so pleasant so acute Is but a Slave drest in his Lords old Suite He brags of Glory and of Princely Power When he is kickt and baffled every hower The Treasure that he boasts is not his owne He basely stole it and the Theft is knowne For which he is arraign'd condemn'd to th'paines Of death His sentence is to hang in Chaines His plott's to bring thee in as deepe as He Beleeve 't It is thy Blood he seekes not Thee The Bribes he gave thee are but stolne Fond Girle Discard those Bracelets and disclaime that Pearle The first whose oft repeated knocks did crave Admittance was the Lord to that base slave His Faith is loyall and as firme his Vow To him his life 's not halfe so deare as thou That wealth that honour that dissembled power That pleasant Pesant offer'd as a Dower Is that faire Lords Nor peace nor pow'râ—or â—or wealth Can any challenge from him but by stealth Match there my Soule and let thy sacred Vowes Plight holy Contracts with so sweet a Spouse His left hand 's full of treasure And his right Of peace and honour and unknowne delight Hee 'l give thee wealth and in that wealth content For present meanes And when thy Glasse has spent Her latest Sand that Time untransitory Thy dayes a Joynture of Eternall Glory 46. On the old and new Garment NEw Garments being brought who is 't that would Not scorne to live a Pris'ner to the Old Yet though our boâ—nteous Saviour at his cost Presents us new we love the old ones most Alas they pinch us O they sit too strait They are too combersome too great a waight No no the old were too too light too great So we have ease we care not to be neat Like tyred Jades our better wils repayre To a foule Stable then t' a Rodâ— that 's faire 47. On Mans co-operation WE are not Blocks We must expect the Call And being cal'd must move and rise withall The Voyce were needlesse and as good be dumb As with the Call not give the pow'r to come Deserves hee food that thinkes it vaine to gape Christ takes his Spouse by Contract not by Rape 48. On the old and new Tables THe former Tables of the Law were broken And left no Monuments of themselves no token No Signe that ever such things were But marke The later were kept holy in the Arke Those Tables are our Hearts Can we be bold To looke for new and yet not breake the old Or can the ruines of the old find place In th' Arke of Glory not repayr'd by Grace Dismount O blessed Moses and renew Those Tables thou hast broken or make new 49. On a Crucifixe WHy not the Picture of our dying Lord As of a Friend Nor this nor that 's ador'd Does not th' eternall Law command that thou Shalt ev'n as well forbeare to make as bow Not to so good an end T' advance his passion The Gold being pure what matter for the Fashion Take heed The purest gold does often take Some losse some prejudice for the fashions sake Not to a Civill end To garnish Halls To deck our windowes To adorne our Walls Shew-bread must not be common And the Cruse Of holy Oyle admits no Civill use No no the beauty of his Picture lies Within T is th' object of our Faith not Eyes 50. On praying to Saints NOt pray to Saints Is not the Warrant ample If back't with Scripture strengthen'd with example Did not that sweltring Dives make complaint For water was not Abraham a Saint Why should reformed Churches then forbid it 'T is true But tell me what was He that did it 51. On Confession EXperience tels That Agues are about To weare away when as our Lips breake out In Spirituall Fevers there 's the same expression Of Health when lips breake forth into Confession But mark These hopefull Symptomes never doe Confirme the Ague gone but faire to goe They doe not alwayes worke what they portend Confession profits not unlesse we mend 52. On SOLOMONS Rejoyce YOung man Rejoyce What jolly mirth is here Let thy heart cheare thee What delicious Cheare In thy young dayes Thy Cates will relish sweeter Walk thy owne wayes Thy Cares will passe the fleeter Please thine own heart Carve where it likes thee best Delight thine eyes And be a Joyfull Guest But know withall The Day will come whereon Thy Iudge will doome thee for the deeds th' ast done O what a Feast O what a Reckning's here The Cates are sweet The Shot 's extreamely deare Lord I have been and am a dayly Guest Too oft invited at the Young mans Feast The Reckning's great Although I cannot pay I can confesse Great God before this Day I had been dragd to the redeemlesse Iayle Hadst thou not pleas'd t' accept my Saviours Baile Lord he must bear 't I doubt For I can get Nor Coyne to pay nor labour out the Debt I cannot digge my Ioynts are starke and lame But I can begge although I beg with shame I have no Grace in begging can receive The first repulse I have no Faith to crave If th'entertainments of the Feast be these Lord give me Famine take the Feast that please 53 On Bread TAke up that bit of Bread And understand VVhat 't is thou holdest in thy carelesse hand Observe it with thy thoughts and it will reade thee An usefull Lecture ev'n as well as feed thee VVe stirre our Lands or give directions how But God must send a season for the Plough VVe sow our Seede But sowe our seed in vaine If Heav'n deny the first the later Raine Small proofe in Showrs if heau'ns pleas'd hand shall cease To blesse those showrs nor crowne theÌ„ with encrease The tender Blades appeare before thine eye But uarefresht by heav'n as soone they die The infant Eares shoot forth and now begin To corne But God must hold his Mildewes in The Harvest 's come But Clouds conspire together Hands cannot work til heav'n shall clear the weather At length 't is reap'd Between the Barne and Furrow How many Offices poore Man runs thorow Now God has done his part The rest we share To Man His providence takes now the care No yet it is not ours The use alone Not bare possession makes the thing our owne Thy swelling Barnes have crownd thy full desire But heav'n when Mows should sweat can make them I but the Sheaves are thrasht the heap lies In thy full Garnier He that sent the Flyes fire To Pharees Court can
strength and double power To draw those sinfull Shafts that shoot at heaven Thou knewst our easie Nature would be driven By ev'ry Breath and that our thoughts would fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Thou knowst that growing Time wold more unlevell Our rugged Wills and tookst the best of evill Lord take it and betimes that being possest Of that thou mayst prescribe for all the rest 81. On PARTIO THou sayst thy will is good and glory'st in it And yet forgetst thy Maker ev'ry minit Say Partio was there ever Will allow'd When the Testators mem'ry was not good 82. On an evill Conscience WHat hells of Horror an evill Conscience brings What strange Chimera's what prodigious things A pregnant womb of wonders Ev'ry minit We Sin but least when most we sin agin it 83. To MVNDANO NEre thinke Mundaeno that one Roome will hold Thy God and all thy gold If ere they chance to meete within a heart They 'l either fight or part So long as Earth seemes glorious in thine eyes Thy thoughts can never rise Beleeve 't Mundano by how much more neare Thou getst to Heav'n the lesse will earth appeare 84. To my Friend VVOuld'st thou be prosp'rous tho the beÌ„ded brow Of Fortune threaten thee He teach thee how Call home thy dearest wishes and recall Thy hopes Expect the worst that can befall If come thy heart will be the more secure The lesse amaz'd and abler to endure If it come not Expectance is no losse Perchance it armes thee for another Crosse Thus wisely sheltred under this reliefe Thy Ioy shall be the lesse and lesse thy Griefe 85. To Malfido CHeare up Malfido Lay thy thoughts more level Make sure of Grace and ne'r suspect thy Food He that is Good can give a thing that 's evill No more then thou being evill canst wish a good He better knowes to give then thou to begge Thou whin'st for Stones and grumblest at an Egge O let his better will suspend thy wish And thou shalt find no Scorpion if no Fish 86. On CRVCIO THou stil complainst that sorrowes do attend thee And that their savours do so much annoy thee Mistake not they are weapons to defend thee They be not Engins Crucio to destroy thee Wilt thou mislike thy Cropps of swelling Corne Because th' are trencht fenc'd about with thorn 87. To RHEMVS T Is true we are but dust but wormes nay men That are more base then either And what then Shall wormes or dust or men be well advis'd To goe in person where we have despis'd Before a God a glorious God I doe Who bids thee Come will bid thee Welcome too Rhemus when call'd in person you appeare By Proxy tell me where 's your manners there 'T is better to be wisely bold then make Thy selfe unmannerly for manners sake Some ill-bred Clownes there be that being loath To foule a Napkin draw a filthy Cloath 88. To MACIO DRoope not beneath thy wants as if forlorne Thou must be made a Iewell to be worne In Abrams bosome Macio he that comes To Abrams bosome finds his way by Crumms 89. On Reproofe T Is not enough to strive agin the Act Or not to doe 't we must reprove the Fact In others too The Sin being once made knowne To us if not reprov'd becomes our owne We must disswade the Vice we scorne to follow We must spit out as well as never swallow 90. On CVRIO TWo Eares to let in Knowledge Nature gave To entertaine true Faith one heart we have Why so I le tell thee Curio in briefe Our knowledge twice exceeds our halfe beleefe 91. On ZELVSTVS ZElustus thinks his paines are worth his labour If he love God though he traduce his Neighbour His hot-mouth'd Zeale false-gallops on so fast In the Table't tyers in the last Art thou a faithfull Steward of Gods store Zelustus that spendst Sixe and keepst but Foure 92. On Philautos PHilauto's Charity is like a Mouse That keepes at home and never leaves the house Till it be fir'd It stirres for no mans cause Vnlesse to feed on Crumms of vaine Applause Take heed Philautos lest thou heed too late The Mouse in time will eate up thy Estate 93. On Dubius DVbius Thy eares are two Thy tongue but one Heare God and Priest Confesse to God alone 94. To Sir Julius Cesar Master of the Rolâ—es THe high Perfections wherwith heav'n do's please To crowne our transitory dayes are these Goods well possest and not possessing thee A faithfull Friend equall in love degree Lands fruitfull and not conscious of a Curse A boastlesse hand a Charitable purse A smiling Conscience A contented Mind A sober knowledge with true Wisedome jâ—ynd A Brest well temper'd Dyet without Art Surfeit or want A wisely-simple Heart Pastimes ingenious lawfull manly sparing A Spirit not contentious rash but daring A Body healthfull found and fit for labour A House well order'd and an equall Neighbour A prudent wife and constant to the roofe Sober but yet not sad and faire enough Sleepe seasonable moderate and secure Actions heroicke constant blamelesse pure A life as long as faire and when expir'd A glorious Death unfeard as undesir'd 95. On LVCRO LVcro how poor thy Tyrant-wealth has made thee How miserable poore It has betrayd thee To thy owne seeming selfe And it is growne As little thine or lesse then thou thy owne Alas poore Lucro how thy fruitfull pawnes Abuse thy Stomacke that so often yawnes For a good Morsell whilst thy Saint does rome Like a Dâ—coy t' entice evill Angels home Whose more imperious presence must controule And fright the peace of thy perplexed Soule Lucro be slave no longer to thy pelse Sub due thy Gold and make thy selfe thy selfe But if thy Saint be growne too strong for thee He tell thee Lucro Turne thy Saint to me 96. On MENDAX FAire-spoken Mendax on the least occasion Sweares by his Faith and by his owne Salvation Is rashâ—brayne Mendax well advised then To pawne his Faith in God for Faith with Men Sure small 's thy Wit or Credit to be drawne For Wares so poore to leave so great a Pawne 97. On BLANDVS VVHen ere I wish my Blandus a Good morâ—ow He is my Servant If I come to borrow Or but salute my Blandus passing by I am your Servant Blandus does reply If court my Blandus I must understand He is my Servant and does kisse my hand Discourse with Blandus ev'ry Clause shall be I am your Servant If he drinke to me My Servant does it I returne his Love My Servant pledges If my lips doe move A Suit he is my Servant Though I doe Abuse my Blandus hee 's my Servant too How blest am I his service should be such To me He never told his God so much How much dear Blandus hast thou bound me thine That art his Servant not so much as mine 98. On Rebellio THe stout Rebellio scourged by his God Slights his Correction and
charg'd his God with ill A Faith that lodges in a double Brest May stand the touch None but true Faiths the Test If these be Flames poore man must swelter in He needs a World a patience not to sin 46. On bauling Curres I Feard the world and I were too acquainted I hope my feares are like her Joyes but painted Had I not bin a Stranger as I past Her bauling Curres had never bark'd so fast 47. On DAVID STands it with State that Princely David who Did weare the Crown should play the Harper too He playes and sings His glory ne'r disdaines To dance and to receive a Crowne for 's paines T is no disparagement 't is no misprision Of State to play before the Great Musitian 48. On ABRAHAM THe word is out Poore Abr'am must be gon Must take his Isaak take his onely Son The Son of his Affection him from whom From whose blest loynes so many Kings must come Ev'n him must Abr'am slay Abr'am must rise And offer Isaac a burnt Sacrifice God scornes the Offals of our faint desires He gives the best and he the best requires Abr'am forbeares to question thinks not good To reason to advise with Flesh and Blood Begs not young Isaacks life nor goes about T'object the Law of Murther makes no doubt He rises rises early leads his Son Hasts where this holy Slaughter must be done Where God bids Goe that very Breath's a warrant We must not linger there Haste crownes the Arrant His Servants must no further They must stay Private Devotion claimes a private Way They must abide with th' Asse whilst th' aged Syre In t'one hand takes the knife in t'other Fire The sacred Wood of Offring must be pil'd On the young shoulders of th'obedient Childe O here mine eye must spend a teare to see Thee beare that Wood great God that since bore Thee Mistrustles Isaac seeing the wood the fire The sacrificing Knife begins t' enquire But where 's the Sacred Lambe that must be slaine Resolved Abr'am lest the flesh should gaine Too much of Nature sayes not Thou my Son Art he but The Almighty will provide â—s one Where God commands 't is not enough t' effect But we must baulk th' occasion of neglect The faithfull Abra'm now erects an Altar Orders the wood what tongue can chuse but falter To tell the rest He layes his hands upon His wondring Isaac binds his only Son He layes him downe unsheath's his Priestly knife Vp-heaves his arme to take his Isaacks life True faith is active Covets to proceed From thought to action and from will to deed Before the strengthned stroke had time to fall A Sudden voyce from Heav'n cryes hold Recall Thy threatning Arme and sheath thy â—oly Knife Thy Faith has answer'd for thy Isaac's life Touch not the Childe thy Faith is throughly showne That has not spar'd thine owne thine onely Son How easie is our God and liberall who Counts it as don what we haue will to doe 49. On Censorio CEnsorio takes in hand by sharp reproofe To mend his Brothers errror and to snuffe His darkned Flame and yet Censorio's crimes Are rankt among the foulest of the Times Let none presume Censorio to controule Or top the dim light of anothers Soule If not more pure then him that is controll'd The Temple-Snuffers must be perfect Gold 50. On Mordecay and Haman TWo Steeds appointed were by Hamans hand The one at Grasse The other Steed did stand In Persia's Mues The former was providing For Mordecay the last for Hamans riding But since in order last things prove the worst Hamans ambition drove him to the First But see proud Hamans prouder Steed did cast His glorious rider whilest the Iew sits fast What matter Haman Fortuâ—â— though no Friend Of thine first brought thee to thy Iourneyes end 51. On three Fooles THe Wise man sayes It is a Wise mans part To keepe his tongue close pris'ner in his heart If he be then a Foole whose thought denies There is a God how desp'rately unwise How more then Foole is he whose language shall Proclaime in publike There 's no God at all What then are they nay Fooles in what degree Whose Actions shall maintain 't Such fooles are we 52. On miserable Man ADam the highest pitch of perfect nature And lively image of his great Creator Declin'd his God and by one sinfull Deed Destroy'd himselfe and ruin'd all his seed How wretched then how desp'rate's our Condition Whose ev'ry minute makes a repetition Of greater sins against both light of Nature And Grace against Creation and Creator Alas we claime not by descent alone But adde by hourely purchase of our owne There is no breach of Loyalty no sin We are imperfect and unpractis'd in Shall not a world of Sins bring ruine then To One when one Sin slew a world of men 53. On Mans two enemies TWo potent Enemies attend on Man T'one's fat and plump The other leane and wan T'one faunes and smiles The other weepes as fast The first Presumption is Despaire the last That feeds upon the bounty of full Treasure Brings jolly newes of Peace and lasting pleasure This feeds on want unapt to entertaine Gods Blessings Finds them ever in the waine Their Maximes disagree But their Conclusion Is the selfe same Both jump in Mans Confusion Lord keepe me from the first or else I shall Sore up and melt my waxen wings and fall Lord keepe the second from me lest I then Sinke downe so low I never rise agen Teach me to know my selfe and what I am And my Presumption will be turn'd to shame Give me true Faith to know thy dying Son What Ground has then Despaire to worke upon T' avoid my shipwrack upon either Shelfe O teach me Lord to know my God my selfe 54. On Queene ESTER ILlustrious Princesse had thy chance not beene To be a Captive thou hadst bin no Queene Such is the Fortune our Misfortune brings Had we not first bin Slaves w'ad ne'r beene Kings 55. On Slanders HAve sland'rous tongues bin busie to defame The pretious Oyntment of my better name Or hath censorious basenesse gone about With her rude blast to puffe my Taper out They have And let their full mouthd bellowes puffe It is their Breath that sâ—inks and not my Snuffe I let them snarle and burst that I may smile Doe let them jerk and I will laugh the while They cannot sâ—rike beyond my patience No I le beare and take it for an Honour too The height that my Ambition shall flye Is only to deserve their Calumny O what a Iudgement 't were if such as they Should but allow my Actions and betray My'endangered â—ame by their maligne applause To good Opinion That were a just Cause Of Griefe indeed but to be made the Story Of such base tongues it is my Crowne my Glory I let them spend their Dust against the winde And bark against the Moone till they be blind And weary Let their malice not forbeare
To baule at Innocence to wound and teare An absent name whilst their unâ—allowed tongues Make me a glorious Martyr in their wrongs I beg no Favour Nay my hearts desire Is still to be calcin'd by such a Fyre That in conclusion all men may behold A faire gilt Counter from a Crowne of Gold Great God I care not this how foule I seeme To Man May I be faire in thy esteeme It matters not how light I seeme to be To the base world so I be weight to thee 56. On NABVCHADNEZZER WHat lucklesse Accident hath bred such ods Betwixt great Babels Monarch and his Gods That they so oft disturbe him and affright His broken slumbers with the Dreames of night Alas what hath this Princely Dreamer done That he must quit the Glory of his Throne His Royall Scepter his Imperiall Crowne Must be expeld his Honour and come downe Below the meanest Slave and for a Season Be banisht from the use the Act of Reason Must be exil'd from humane shape and chew The cudde and must be moistned with the dew Of heav'n nay differ in no other thing From the bruit beast but that he was a King What ayle thy Gods that they are turn'd so rough So full of rage what had they meat enough To fill their golden Stomacks Was thy knee Bent oft enough what might the reason be Alas poore harmelesse things it was not they 'T was not their wills I dare be bold to say They knew it not It was not they that did it They had no pow'r to act or to forbid it Deserv'st thou not Great King the stile of Beast To serve such Gods whose Deities can digest Their servants open wrongs that could dispense With what they'endure without the least offence Illustrious Beast methinks thy better'd state Has no great reason to complaine of Fate Thou art more neere to him thou didst adore By one degree then ere thou wert before â—Tis some promotion That there is lesse ods ' Betwixt thy Nature and thy senslesse Gods 57. On PARTIO HAst thou forsaken all thy Sinnes but One Beleeve it Partio Th' ast forsaken None 58. On Ignorance THe greatest Friend Religion hath t' aduance Her glory's unaffected Ignorance The burning Taper lends the fairest light And shines most glorious in the shades of night 59. On a great Battaile VVHen my rebellious Flesh doth disagree With my resisting Spirit me thinks I see Two mighty Princes draw into the Field Where one must win the Day the other yeeld They both prepare Both strike up their Alarmes Both march Both well appointed in their Armes They both advance their Banners T'one displayes A bloody Crosse The other Colours blaze A Globe terrestriall Nature carries one And Grace the other Each by 's Ensigne's knowne They meet encounter blowes exchange for blowes Dart is returnd for Dart They grapple Close Their Fortune 's hurryed with unequall Sailes Somtimes the Crosse somtimes the Globe prevailes We are that Field And they that strive to win us Are God and Sathan Those that warre within us The Flesh the Spirit No parting of the Fray Till one shall win the other lose the Day My God O weaken this rebellious Flesh That dares oppose O quicken and refresh My dull and coward Spirit that would yeeld And make proud Sathan Master of the Field Deare Lord the Field's thy own thou thoughtst it good To purchas 't with my dying Saviours Blood 'T is thine Great God by title and by right Why should thou question what 's thy owne by fight Lord keepe possession thou and let th'accurst And base Vsurper doe his best his worst 60. On the World THe World 's an Inne and I her Guest I eate I drinke I take my Rest My Hostesse Nature do's deny me Nothing wherewith she can supply me Where having stayd a while I pay Her lavish Bills and goe my way 61. On the Sabbath AWay my thoughts Away my words my deeds Away what ever nourishes and feeds My frayle delights Presume not to approach Into my presence dare not once t' encroach Vpon the hallowed Temple of my Soule Ye are not for this Day y' are all too foule Abide yee with the Asse till I goe yonder And cleave the Isaac of my heart in sunder I must goe sacrifice I must goe pray I must performe my holy vowes to day Tempt not my tender frailty I enjoyne Your needfull absence y' are no longer mine But if it may not be that we must sever Our yoakt affections and not part for ever Yet give me leave without offence to borrow At least this day although we meet to morrow 62. On Prayer IN all our Prayers th' Almighty do's regard The Iudgement of the Ballance not the Yeard He loves not Words but Matter 'T is his pleasure To buy his Wares by Weight and not by Measure 63. On FIDO FIndst thou no comfort on this fickle Earth No Joy at all No Obiect for thy Mirth Nothing but Sorrow Nothing else but toyle What doe thy dayes shew nothing worth a smile Doe worldly pleasures no contentment give Content thee Fido Th' ast not long to live 64. On CHARISSA WOldst thou Charissa wish thy fortunes better Then by thy act to make thy God thy Detter I le teach thee how to doe 't Relieve the poore And thou mayst safely set it on Gods Score 65. On RAYMOND SEBVND I Wonder Raymond thy illustrious Witt Strengthned with so much learning could commit So great a Folly as to goe about By Natures feeble light to blazen out Such Heav'n-bred Mist'ryes which the hearts of Men Cannot conceive much lesse the darkned Pen Expresse such secrets at whose depth the Quire Of blessed Angels tremble and admire Could thy vaine-glory lend no easier taske To thy sublime Attempt then to unmaske The glorious Trinity whose Tri-une face Was ne'r discovered by the eye of Grace Much lesse by th' eye of Nature being a story Objected only to the Eye of Glory Put out thy light bold Raymond and be wise Silence thy tongue and close thy'ambitious eyes Such heights as these are Subjects far more fit For holy Admiration then for Witt. 66. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the hayres upon my head And raise their Audit to as high a score In this they differ These doe dayly shed But ah my sinnes grow dayly more and more If by my Hayres thou number out my sinnes Heav'n make me bald before that day begins 67. On the Gospell OVr Gospell thrives the more by forreine Iarres It overcomes in outward opposition But O it suffers still in Civill Warres And loses Honour by a home-division If thou assist I care not Lord with whom I warre abroad so I have peace at home 68. On the dayes of Man LOrd if our dayes be few why doe we spend And lavish them unto so evill an end Lord if our dayes be evill why doe we wrong Our selves and Thee to wish our Day so long Our dayes decrease but still our evils renew Great