in you To whom a part is due We wish your Buckland house a Palace were That we might see you there For since the time that you went hence away We not our selves enjoy In losing you we lose our better part And now we have no heart Or quick'n us with your presence as before Or else we languish and can live no more To the no less honoured Lady the Lady P. SOmewhat I owe unto your honoured Name But cannot pay it yet you may not blame The Poet but your self as cause of it Since that your worth is far above his wit And either you below your self must fall Or else want his Encomium for all That he may say or write in your just praise Will but eclipse your Sun and cloud its raies 'T is true he knowes you not which is his grieâ— But by report and that hath made you cures Of all your Sexe within your Hemisphere There 's none in competition will appear Your vertues raise you to so high a state They may admire but hardly imitate You need not blush as if this were too high To write the Truth I hope's no flatterie Now Madam if you please to cast a look Or spend some spare time on this little Book And in it any thing that 's good do view Then challenge it for it belongs to you What 's vain or worthless in it that decline And pass it by I challenge that for mine To the eminent Scholer and Honor of our Church Dr. HAMMOND ALthough the times forbid you now to preach In publick yet your learned Writings teach Us how to live in these unhappy daies How we should upright walk in slipperie waies You are our Oedipus and do untie The knottiest points in all Divinitie Such is the power of your judicious pen It stops the mouthes of all gainsaying men The Presbyter is routed and undone He flies the field since you the day have won At last your greatest Work you have put forth But I 'm not able to express its worth So excellent it is and like good wine Commends it self it needs no bush of mine Go on t' instruct the world and with your light Shine out to guide us in the darkest night Of ignorance and Error which will soon Unless prevented make us grope at noon To the truly vertuous and his most esteemed Cousin Mrs. M. B. A Learned woman the an humble too May for a Miracle amongst us go She 's Mistris of all Arts and of one more To shew so little of so great a â—tore That woman which hath more then common worth Seldom wants tongue enough to set it forth But she that knowes much with Sobrietie Is somewhat like unto the Deitie Veild o're with humane flesh which seems to be God manifested yet a Mysterie Much more she is indeed then she 'l appear Her inside 's Velvet when her outside 's hair Like to a vessel full of precious wine Or like unto a rich concealed Mine The vessel makes no noise but pierce it then Iâ— liquor yeilds that chears the heart of men The Mine conceal'd though rich no profit brings But once discovered is a prize for Kings A miracle a Mistris of all Arts A mysterie made up of all choice parts A vessel fil'd with Nectar a rich Mine All these you are though you all these decline And make your self more then your self to be By letting us not half your merits see Thus Jacobs Vision is made good to you When e're you sleep you may the Ladder view Reaching from earth to heaven made without hands At foot whereof Humility there stands Knowledg above upon the highest round All other Graces like the Angels found Ascending and descending up and down To court you here a while and there you crown This makes us somewhat jealous and to fear Lest by this Ladder they attempt to bear You soon to heaven and leave us in the night Of ignorance when we have lost our light Stand still in our Horizon then we pray Like Joshuahs Sun and double make our day For you impart a greater influence here Then when you shall be fixt i' th' highest Spheer To the Right Honourable the Lady M. C. WEalth Honour Vertue once combin'd To make one perfect of the female kind At length they met with you and did protest To go no further but set up their rest Within your armes those now that mean to share In them must borrow what you please to spare You superrogate and there doth lye Such store of them in your rich Treasurie That you may well afford so much as will Some meaner persons in good measure fill The after droppings of a Catarackt Will raise the lesser brooks that water lack't The gleanings of your Vintage will go neer To make small Vessels run o're once a year Thus unto others you enough may give Yet in all fulness you your self may live Upon his losing his way in a mist I Thought I could not go astray So perfectly I knew the way Yet in a Mist I miss'd it and Err'd now on this now on that hand And till the fog was by the Sun Dispell'd I in a maze did run And ride as if'twere Fairie ground Or that the Puck had led me round So whiles I want a heavenly light The day 's to me as dark as night Which way I go I cannot tell Whether it be towards heaven or hell But this I know that there is odds I tread the divels track not Gods For Gods way strait and narrow is The divels broad and hard to miss O Sun of Righteousness then shine And soon disperse this mist of mine Lighten the darkness of my mind That I the way to heaven may find To two Parties going to Law about small matters LOok how the steel forceth with several knocks Fire from the flint into the Tinder-box So do you smite each other till you force Gold from your own into the Lawyers purse O how like foes they brawle on either side And yet like friends your money they divide Leaving you bare as an Anatomy All that you get you may put in your eye And never see the worse then take from me This Counsel freely and without a fee Agree between your selves and make an end Do you to him he to you condescend Thus whiles you both unto each other yeild You 'l both o'recome and losing with the field To an envious and malicious person WHy envi'st thou thy Neighbour canst thou tel Is 't 'cause in Wealth or worth he doth excel That will not make thee richer then thou art Nor him the poorer but t will vex thy heart That will not make thee better nor him worse But blessing bring on him on thee a curse Or why malignest thou thine enemy Is'â— 'cause he hath done thee some injury That will not mend the matter but incense Him to a second and more high offence Adding of wrong to wrong O then be wise And do him all the good thou canst
special use him takes And his select companion makes The godly man most humble is There is no godly man but this Let me cast down my self among The ordinary common throng And with Paul make it my beliefe That I of sinners am the chief In lowlinesse of mind let me Think that all others better be So shal I with the Publican Be the more truly Christian And God to his immediate Attendance will me separate Thus the most high wil not disdain To make the lowest one of 's traine And he that doth himselfe abase Shal be prefer'd to highest place Psal. 8.4 What is man that thou art mindful of him or the Son of man that thou visitest him LOrd what is man that thou So mindful art of him Or what 's the Son Of man that thou the highest heaven didst bow And to his aide didst runne He is not worthy of the least Of all thy mercies at the best Man 's but a piece of clay That 's animated by thy heavenly breath And when that breath thou tak'st away Hee 's clay again by death He is not worthy of the least Of all thy mercies at the best Baser then clay is he For sin hath made him like the Beasts that perish Though next the Angels he was in degree Yet this beast thou dost cherish Hee is not worthy of the least Of all thy mercies hee 's a beast Worse then a beast is Man Who after thine own Image made at first Became the divels sonne by sin And can A thing be more accurst Yet thou thy greatest mercy hast On this accursed creature cast Thou didst thy self abase And put off all thy robes of Majesty Taking his nature to give him thy grace To save his life didst dye He is not worthy of the least Of all thy mercies one 's a feast Lo man is made now even With the blest Angels yea superiour farre Since Christ sat down at Gods right hand in heaven And God and man one are Thus all thy mercies man inherits Though not the least of them he merits Psalm 37.16 A little that a righteous man hath is better then great riches of the ungodly THe wicked rips Earth's bowels up to find Treasures to fil his mind Layes heaps on heaps and riches gets great store For all that he is poore Because he carries that about him which Forbids him to be rich A greedy mind that ne're can be content With that which God hath sent But by ungodly waies graspeth more gold Then 's hand or house wil hold And what he thus hath got with care and pain He fears to lose again His conscience on the wrack is all the while It wil not let him smile Or merry be since many a bitter curse Helps to fil up his purse And what by fraud or force he compasseth Shal vanish with his breath Or if unto his heire his wealth descends He lavishly it spends Consuming that in few yeers which was not In lesse then an age got Thus goods ill gather'd many times we see The owners ruine be But the condition of the godly 's such In little he hath much And though that his possâ—ssions be but smal Yet his content is all He is as rich as Crassus though but poor 'Cause he desires no more If to his mind his state he cannot fit He frames his mind to it And dines as wel upon a piece of bread As if on dainties fed As merry when he water drinks his fill As those that wine do swil As warm in poore John Baptists Camels hair As those that scarlet wear His conscience clear from sin in peace doth rest And that 's his daily feast Thus he being rich i' th' midst of povertie Nor fears nor longs to die Psalm 38.4 My iniquities are gone over my head as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me NO leprosie can be compar'd to sinne It doth so spread Without within 'T is at my heart and 't is gone ore my head No part is free from top to toe 'T is here 't is there above below Nor doth it only spread through every part 'T is heavy too And on my heart Like lead it lyes so that I cannot do The good I would the weight 's so great That under it I sink I sweat Some fools indeed whose hearts are hard as flint And neck 's as steel Take pleasure in 't And run away with 't yet no burden feel But sport make of it every day And with it as a feather play VVhiles they make light thereof O let me fear And it avoid As if it were The greatest plague by which man is destroyed The heaviest burthen that will crack My heart strings and even break my back And since I feel it such a ponderous thing A way I find That ease will bring And from this plague this burthen free my mind Upon thy back Lord let it fall That 's strong enough to bear it all PSAL. 56.8 Put thou my tears into thy bottle TO value tears I now begin Since thou Lord dost provide A bottle for to put them in That none should fall beside One drop will raise a sinner from a swound What pity 't is to spill them on the ground I spill them when I spend them on Vain trifles Worldly losses They are not worthy of a groan Much less a tear Such crosses I rather should rejoice in since they prove The tokens of my heavenly Fathers love When from the Limbeck of mine eyes My tears for sin distil That Aqua vitae thou dost prize And with 't thy bottle fill O let my tears for my sins only fall That so thy bottle may preserve them all Then of them Lord a Cordial make Against sins poisonous sting Which when my heart with grief doth ake May comfort to it bring Last a Collyrium make of them which may Take all the soreness of mine eyes away Psalm 73.35 Whom have I in heaven but thee and there is none upon earth that I desire besides thee HAve I not many things in heaven and earth Besides thee that are worth The having and desiring Have I not Some friends some riches got Some honors too and may increase my store Of all these three yet more Excuse me then my God if that I pray And covet somewhat else for to enjoy Besides these earthly there are things in heaven Which for my use are given The Sun and Moon and Stars which do dispense Their light heat influence Angels and Saints to whom in my distress May I not make addresse Excuse me then my God if I repair To these sometimes as objects of my praier Yet when I think a little better on these things I find there 's none That can compared be to thee for friends They are for private ends And do me courtesies because I do Courtesies for them too But thou a faithful friend wast unto me When by my sins I was thine enemy For Riches they are subject to decay And quickly fade
away Honours are bubbles which the breath of men Blowes in and out agen Nor those nor these any true vertue have Body or soul to save But thou my Riches and my honours art That savest both and dost from neither part The Sun Moon Stars are goodly creatures yet As they rise so they sâ—t The Saints â—riumphant happy Creatures are But â—now not how I fare The Angels glorious yet but finite seeing They have from thee their being Thou art my Sun which only I adore Who once didst rise from deaâ—h to set no more Thou art all Saints in one they have from thee Alone their sanctiâ—y Thou art the Angel of the Covenant And wilt not let me wanâ— Thou mad'st me with thy word and with thy blood Redeem'dst me none so good So great as thee in earth or heaven abides And therefore I desire none besides Psalm 80.12 13 14. Why hast thou then broken down her hedge that all they that go by pluck off her grapes The wild Boar out of the Wood doth root it up and the wild Beasts of the field devour it Turne thee again thou God of Hosts look down from heaven behold and visit this Vine COme Lord and look how thy poor Vine lies wast Her hedg is broke down every hour And if thou dost not make the greater haste The Wild bore will her grapes devour Come Lord thine aid we crave Come quickly her to save Lord 't is that Vine which thy right hand hath planted And fenc'd about for thine own use But she alas too long thy care hath wanted And little fruit she doth produce Come Lord thine aid we crave Come quickly her to save Her Sprigs are dry the holy Sacraments Are stopt or run not free to all Her Watch men disagreeing make her rents So wide she doth to pieces fall Come Lord thine aid we crave Come quickly her to save Under her shade we did securely rest And comfort we did take in it But now we pine away with grief opprest To see her in th dust to fit Come Lord thine aid we crave Come quickly her to save Our hearts are broke our Harps unstringed be Our only Musick 's sighes and groans Our Songs are to the tune of Lachrymae W' are fretted all to skin and bones Come O come Lord Jesus Quickly come and ease us This is the last and worst Age we live in For the most righteous go to wrack Then set an end unto these dayes of sin And misery thy help we lack Come O come Lord Jesus Quickly come and ease us Punish the men are settled on their Lees And at our suffrings make a sport But lift the hands up that fall down the knees That feeble are do thou support Come O come Lord Jesus Quickly come and ease us Bind up our wounds and pour in oyl wine Give Cordials to our heavy hearts Make up the mounds once more about this Vine Repair her breaches on all parts Come O come Lord Jesus Quickly come and ease us Psalm 91.11 12. He shall give his Angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy wayes They shall bear thee up in their hands left thou dash thy foot against a stone HOw dear to God is man That he his mercy should enlarge To this poor span And thus to charge His Angels to keep every limb of him Such are his strict commands To them that they are bound to bear Him in their hands Secure from fear Of dashing but his foot upon a stone If they so careful are To keep his foot from hurt they have Much greater care His soul to save And it int' Abrahams bosom they convey Did we poor Creatures know How much unto their watchfulness And care we owe We would express Our thanks to God and his name praise alwayes For highly honouring us With this rare priviledg to be Attended thus By Angels he The greater makes to serve the less O bless The Lord for this and pay To these pure spirits reverence due That so they may Ne're forsake you Do no vile action which may these displease Or cause them to retard Their wonted aid each wicked deed Raiseth their guard In time of need Live so that they may you attend to th' end Psalm 95.7 8. To day if ye will hear his voice harden not your hearts A DIALOGUE Between GOD and a SINNER Sinner MAy I not this day take my pleasure And hear thy voice O God at leisure One day wil break no square men say And wilt thou be more strict then they O give me leave now to rejoice And hereafter hear thy voice Thy voice which doth to vertue call And to repentance summons all But that I do not love to hear It sounds harsh discords in my ear Whilst I am in my youthful blood When I grow old it may be good To take thy counsel and attend Thy will when I draw neer my end Then 't will be time enough I trust To be temperate chaste and just Till then I hope thou wilt dispence With my want of innocence With my sports and wickednesse I know Lord thou canst do no lesse Then hear my Prayer at the last For thou thy faithful word hast past To pardon me when ere that I Shall implore thy clemency The theif upon the Cross did find Thy mercy the same gracious mind Thou still retainest may I not then Expect to find the like agen I am resolv'd what ere comes on 't To hazard ev'n my soul upon'r God Bold sinner do not thou presume Upon my Grace a sweet perfume Or pleasing Sacrifice doth from A late repentance seldom come Canst thou believe that tree 's ought worth That not till winter fruit brings forth Or wouldst thou be content thy wife Should play the harlot all her life And at the last shou'd tender thâ—e Her love and service when that she Through age and sickness over worn Is most unfit to serve thy turn Judg then thy self if thou wouldst be So served as thou servest me Thou'dst have her to thy self alone Before her youth and beauty 's gone I must thy love and service have VVhen thou art dropping in thy grave VVhen thou art lame or impotent Then thou wilt be a penitent Fool not away thy soul with this Presumption for the high way 't is To hell a double danger lyes In such late conformities For that man that doth delay To hearken to my voice to day VVill be to morrow more unfit And have his eare quite deaf to it Each cranny there will be fast barr'd And his heart will grow so hard Through long continuance in sin That not a word can enter in Although I call and call again He is still deaf 't is all in vain Besides should he knock at my door When he is dying not before He shall perceive it then too late Fast lock'd will be my Mercy Gate Because my Justice will not bear That I should his Petition hear Who would not hear my voice at
see Not one from Dissolution free VVe know or what 's equivalent Believe our souls which God first sent To make our bodies move and live Shall go to him who them did give VVhen once their Maker them commands They strait return into his hands Thus we see almost every thing Circling about as in a ring The winter season of the yeer Is now turn'd Summer every where This summer will to winter turn And that freeze which before did burn Rivers which borrow from the main Their streames do pay them back again Since nothing under heaven hath rest But floating up and down 't is best To look above and fix mine eyes VVhere not the shadow of change lyes No variations there but all Stand still in state pacifical Go then my Dust to Dust but thou my soul Return unto thy Rest above the Pole Cant. 1.5 I am black but comely O ye Daughters of Jerusalem A DIALOGUE Between the CHURCH and her DAUGHTERS Daught YOu were our Mother once most bright and fair Admir'd and lov'd by every eye No earthly beauty could with you compare But now y' are of another dye VVe ne're beheld a Moor more black then you Are by this unexpected change VVe hardly can believe it to be true The sight so uncouth is and strange You are become a widow desolate You have no Suitors as before VVe are asham'd to own you since of late Most men have cast you out of door Church Despise me not although that black I am The reason you shall understand From an extreme hot Country late I came From that Egyptian Sun-burnt Land There I was scorcht and lost my beauty there By lying long amongst the Pots And Brick-kilns heavy burthens I did bear Thus I contracted all my spots Yet be not you asham'd of me for I Though black without am fair within My soul is purged from impurity And grace hath now excluded sin It was the plot of my Beloved who Seeing me proud and wanton grow Of my unparallell'd beauty serv'd me so To keep me up he brought me low He took away the lustre of my face But gave another to my mind And now I do account it no disgrace Since this the better far I find 'T is not the fairness of the face but soul VVhich doth invite my Lord to love If he perceive the inward parts be foul The outward not at all him move No matter though I black to others seem VVhilst I am comely in his eyes If he me worthy of his love esteem I care not who doth me despise VVhen he shall find it fit to wash off all My black and outward grace restore Like the Sun after an Eclipse I shall Shine brighter then I did before Isaiah 57.15 Thus saith the High and Lofty one that inhabiteth Eternity whose name is Holy I dwell in the high and holy place with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit LOrd thou hast told us that there be Two dwellings which belong to thee And those two that 's the wonder Are far asunder The one the highest heaven is The mansions of eternal bliss The other 's the contrite And humble sprite Not like the Princes of the earth VVho think it much below their birth To come within the door Of people poor No such is thy humility That though thy dwelling be on high Thou dost thy self abase To th' lowest place VVhere ere thou seest a sinful soul Deploring his offences foul To him thou wilt descend And be his friend Thou wilt come in and with ' him sup And from a low state raise him up Till thou hast made him eat Blest Angels meâ—â— Thus thou wilt him with honour crown VVho in himself is first cast down And humbled for his sins That thy love wins Though heaven be high the gate is low And he that comes in there must bow The lofty looks shall ne're Have entrance there O God since thou delight'st to rest In the humble contrite brest First make me so to be Then dwell with me Lam. 3.39 Wherefore doth a living man complain a man for the punishment of his sins WHy doth a living man complain VVhen for his sins he punish'd is Since his complaint is all in vain And he no ease obtaines by this But rather adds new torments to the sore And by impatience makes his sufferings more So have I seen i' th' Fowlers gin A bird by striving out to get The faster hath entangled bin And ne're could scape out of the net VVere he a while but quiet he might spy Perhaps some hole or other through to fly But man of all things hath least cause To murmur or complain at all Since by oft breaking of Gods Lawes He justly in this toil doth fall For sin and suffering are correlatives A Malefactor well deserves his gyves A mercy 't is that he yet lives And hopes a pardon he may have Not so much favour the Law gives It 's the Law-givers part to save He ought not to complain but to be glad VVhiles he 's alive and pardon may be had VVhen thou chastizest me O Lord And for my sin dost make me smart I 'l not return an angry word But take it from thee in good part Since thou exactest of me less then I Deserved have for mine iniquity Hosea 2.19 I will betroth thee unto me for ever yea I will betroth thee unto me in Righteousness and in judgment and in loving kindness and in tender mercies LEt all Records be searched o're and o're Such an unequal marriage as this Was never seen or heard before VVhere heaven and earth God and man kiss VVhere Majesty and misery do meet Power and infirmity each other greet Thou art the King of Glory Lord of life Thy Spouse at best a Creature poor but since Her fall deform'd and no fit wife VVill make for thee so great a Prince Go court the Angels then yet they though bright Are creatures too and scarce pure in thy sight How much less I that on my belly creep And cleave unto the earth that did begin As soon as I was born to weep As soon as I could go to sin VVhen I polluted in my blood did lye No eye would pity me but all past by Cast out i' th' open field I was to th' shame And loathing of my person in the day That I was born then my Lord came Like the Samaritan that way And took me up thy mercy did thee move Not my desert that was thy time of love Nor is thy love fickle as most mens be VVho soon grow weary of their former choice VVhen they a greater beauty see But thou with me wilt still rejoice Thou hast betroth'd me to thy self for ever And if I leave thee not wilt leave me never Thou that didst love me when I nothing had That lovely was endue me with thy grace For with that wedding garment clad Thou wilt no blemish in my face Or any other part of me espy But I
of a Dove To fly unto the bosome of our Love There we should rest securely from all harmes Embracing and embraced in his armes But what is this behold another sight Two men or Angels rather clad in white Angels Leave gazing thus ye men of Galilee For this same Jesus you shall shortly see Returne again in the same manner as You now beheld him hence to Heaven pass He 's gone but to prepare for you a place Against the time that you have run your race Leave wishing too for wishes will not raise You to the mansions of those endlesse joies Where he resides but let your thoughts all bend In heavenly conversation to ascend Follow his holy steps for so you shall Have your Ascension bodie soul and all Apostles We thank you for your counsel and obey This having said they all depart away Th' Angels to heaven th' Apostles homeward went Expecting when the Spirit should be sent And they endu'd with power from the Lord To save the world by preaching of the Word Upon all Saints day SUch honour have all the Lords Saints that we Keep this day holy to their memorie And reason good for they examples are To us in life and death of vertues rare For though all vertues in some measure met In all the saints as lines i' th' center yet Some special grace in every one did dwel Wherein each one the other did excel Thus Abram for his Faith was most renown'd Job for his singular Patience was crown'd Moses for Meeknesse did all men surpasse Elias for his Zeale most famous was David is for an Upright heart commended Josias for a Tender heart transcended John the Evangelist for Charity And John the Baptist for Austerity Saint Paul for his Humility surmounted When chief of sinners he himself accounted And least of all th' Apostles though indeed For pains and parts he did the rest exceed Peter for Penitence the prize doth bear Who for his sinne shed many a bitter teare Now as their life to us serves for a light So is their death most precious in Gods sight By that we learn to live by this to die By both we come to immortality Since then they are such happy guides wel may We solemnize at least one annual day Unto their honour yet not guiltie be Of superstition or Idolatry When we observe this day we do no more Then reverence them as Saints not them adore God's the sole object of our invocation They but the pattern for our imitation And 't is our prayer alwaies on this day That we their godly living follow may Til we with them at last come to partake Of joyes unspeakable for Christ his sake Whiles thus we celebrate this festival None can us justly superstitious cal To Christ A Poem of Hugo Grot. Sil. lib. 1. p. 10. Translated O Christ which art the head of every thing From whom a better life then this doth spring Thy Fathers measure yet unmeasured Whom whiles that he himself contemplated In his high mind he streams forth light of light And sees himself in 's equal image bright Like whom the world and the worlds guardian man Was made but O he suddainly began To be rebellious his high honour lâ—st And prest with crimes which him most deerly cost Becoming guilty of the greatest pain In this state lay and had for ever laine But that thy Father his case pitying did Give thee who with himself before wast hid Under concealed light eternal love Unto his Church did him to mercy move His truth by dreams he wil reveal no more Nor visions by his Prophets as before But willing now a living Law to make And lasting league with men lo thou didst take A mortal body and a man-like face Yet not begot the way of humane race By filthy lust but thou conceived wast By power divine born of a Virgin chaste Though thou no purple hadst to cloth thee then Bâ—ing newly born nor bands of armed men To compasse thee about and be thy guard Yet Citizens of heaven keep watch and ward And divine Anthems sang about thy stal More royal thus then any Princes Hall The beasts and shepherds thee incircled there Poor but far happier then all Kings they were In that they knew thee thou a new come guest Wert by thy heaven to earth made manifest The Magi stood amaz'd a starre to see Ne're seen before how great say they is he That 's born to honour whom new stars appear Yee â—erie signes of heaven your light forbear Forbeare ye wandring stars and Charls his Wayne To guide the Passengers upon the Maine For through the various waves of things below And life's uncertainties this Star doth show The way not that which unto Babylon brings Proud in the Courts of her Arsâ—oian Kings Nor to the Palaces of Tibur stout Nor to Jerusalem's turrets but points out The Cottages of Bethlehem and the door Of shepherds tents Jewes seek your King no more Amongst the Cornets and the Trumpets sound And th' Arms wherewith mans furie doth surround Himself ye know not wretches as ye be How neer a thing to heaven is povertie How sweet to suffer tel the Parthians now Goe tel the Romans tel your Herod how Hee 'll make the blind to see the lame to walk Hee 'll make the deaf to hear the dumb to talke Hee 'll heal all plagues and sicknesses with ease By 's word not herbs and calm the raging seas Thousands he wil with little food sustain Himself long time with none and raise again The dead make water wine at his command And walk upon the sea as on dry land Let them whom jewels deck let Martial men Try if they can perform the like again These my poor Christ can doe nor doth he cure Bodies alone but minds of men make pure Purges their brests that are possest with sin And heals the plague-sick world which we live in Thus a right way he takes whiles those that stand And mightie are he puls down with his hand Those that are weak and fallen he erects But look what stirrs i' th' heavens What strange aspects And strife of things Whiles so great good in thee Is recompenc'd with hateful crueltie Not by the Sythian or the barbarous men Of Affrick or the north Pole Citizen But by good Abrahams off-spring who alone Of all the nations was thy chosen one Such mischiefe black ambition can do Whiles't being incens'd with pride and hatred too It rages under faigned piety A simple fate thou didst not perish by But as a thief thou di'dst though innocent To undergoe our sin and punishment The sins of all the world did lye on thee Since Adam ate of the forbidden tree From that first hour to this they prest thee all On us those bonds on us those blowes should fall Those sharp black thorns should prick our temple veins The Sergeant should us drag to endlesse pains The nails should pierce our hands the spear our side And we without delay