their pure and rich attire God seeds the Raven which noâ— reap nor sow By these Gods gracious providence I â—now When lo the lofty hills I lift mine eyes I speak of heaven in soliloquies The stream whose constant motion never stays Argues the swift Procession of my days i travel to my grave till life is done As rivers do unto the Ocean run When I behold the Lark't advance her wing And to our God a thankful Anthem sing I check my nature and can do no lesse Than tax my self of dull unthankfulnesse Such holy raptures with my soul agree When in the world I from the world am free The further I from wordly men remove I draw the neerer to the God of Love The Virgin Mary From henceforth all generations shall call me blessed MOst blessed is thou sonne of man the breast Which thou didst suck the chast womb is blest Which bare thee when thou didst our nature wed No sinful lust defil'd thy marriage bed None was so gracious as the Virgin Mary Gods holy Temple and his Sanctuary As fathers hold her blessing did consist More in beleeving than in bearing Christ Old age Delirium naturae VVHen we are young and do enjoy the spring Of pleasant youth we laugh we dance we sing And think old age which is so cold so soure Will never come to blast our youthful flower As some dark cloud invades the sky so fair And by degrees obscures the clearest air Old age thus creepeth on and turnes our light Or Summer's day into a winter night Our Limmes are turn'd to ice our hair to snow Our windows dark and dull our feet are slow Our Roses languish and our Lilleys fade Our wine is sour'd our pleasures bitter made Joves tree the sturdy oake the Cedar tall In length of time are forc't to stoop and fall Remember God whilst thou art young and he When thou art old will sure remember thee Upon the golden Grove in the County of Carmarthin the habitation of the Right Honorable the Lord Vauhan Earle of Carbery now Lord President of the Marches of Wales IF I might where I pleas'd compose my nest The golden Grove should be my constant rest This curious fabrick might make us believe That Angels there or men like Angels live I must commend the out-side but within Not to admire it were almost a sin Of fertile ground the large circumference With admiration may confound the sense Which ground if things were rightly understood From Paradise came tumbling in the Flood And there the water left it therefore we Find here of pleasures such varietie Wise Nature here did strive and witty Art To please the curious eye and longing heart The neighbouring river Towyd oth oreflow Like pleasant Nilus the rich Meades below Hence come great store and various kind of fish So good as may enrich the empty dish Fowles thither flock as if they thought it fit They should present themselves unto the spit Here gardens are compos'd so sweet so fair With fragrant flowers as do perfume the air Hard by a grove doth stand which doth defeat Cold winter storms and the dry Summers heat Their merry birds their pleasant Carols sing Like sweet Musicians to the wanton spring There are parks orchards warrens fish ponds spring Each soot of ground some curious object brings There lives a noble Earl free just and wise In whom the Elixer of perfection lyes His heart is good as balsome pure as gold Wise as a Serpent as a Lion bold The righteous is confident as a Lion Pro. 28. THe guilty conscience feares when there 's no fear And thinks that every bush containes a beare When none persues the wicked flyes and still Distractions alter his confused will The righteous man sits in his peaceful chair Secure from fears and free from black dispair His resolution like a Uirgin pure He keeps unspotted and can well endure The burden of affliction for the crosse Makes trial whether he be gold or drosse The righteous shelter'd under heavens wing Like the three children in the fire may sing For God will bâ—oach the rocks and Manna rain He 'le bring the quailes together to sustain His chosen people Lions hunger may And want but he that â—reads a vertuous way Shall never feare a famine God is able In the wild desarts to prepare a table The Devil will destroy the flesh infect The world deceive unlesse that God protect Vpon the Right Honourable Lady the Lady Mary Beauchamp of Edington in the County of Wilts Romana vivit clarior Iliâ A Dwaâ—fe may on a giant look and I May speak of her whose merits are so high Count all the various flowers of May declare Of stars what number by creation are This may be sooner done than you can tell What sacred vertues in this Temple dwell Would you find bounty or do you desire To see Religion in his best attire Would you know meeknesse charity and love Which are the touchstones that our faith doth prove These vertues are included in her breast Like precious Jewels in a golden chest Her kinred neighbors tenants and the poor Yea strangers do frequent and blesse her door Twixt her and Saints I do no difference know But this they are above and she below And if all had so pure a mind as she Heaven on earth and earth would heaven be Upon the honourable Gentlewoman Mrs. Jane Lane who was by Gods providence a most happy Instrument to convey our Soveraign Lord King Charles out of the hands of Rebels from England to Holland HAve you observ'd the sun sometimes to shroud His glorious head and lustre in a cloud Thus God was pleas'd to hide our gracious King Under a woman's most auspicious wing 'T is strange a woman could so silent be In things of moment and great secresy She was the weaker vessel God thought fit To make her weak in strength but strong in wit To save her Countrey Holofernes head Brave Judith cut off on his wanton bed But many traytorous hands did vex this Nation Which Jane cut off by Charls his preservation Let noble Ladies sing and Virgins dance Before this Judith our deliverance Praise God for this High-work and be content To honor her as Gods great instrument No fading garland of sweet flowers or bayes Shall crown her head but everlasting praise GRACE 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SInne like a gyant doth encounter me Nor am I from his proud controulment free To kill this great Goliah gracious King 〈◊〉 thy grace instead of Davids sling Jordan may help and Siloam's poole may cure Carnal diseases but thy fountaine pure Of saving grace when I do faint or pine Doth heal my soul without fine oyl or wine Grace is the shield of my defence the light Which guides my feet through this dark vale of night When friends and riches leave me that alone Conducts me from the grave to heavens throne I fear no Devils through Gods grace nor men No firie oven nor
which weak defect may never know So let them both like twyns be fair and kind Be rich in grace be of a loving mind So let them both continue till they kisse In love each other to eternal blisâ—e Wordly Honor. Honos mundi est onus animis CLimb up the highest hill and you shall find That place most subject to great storms and wind So wordly Honours and preferments are But steps to raise you to more grief and care To the most Courteous and fair Gentlewoman the pattern of modesty and piety Mrs. Elinor Williams of the Gare. AS you are perfect without blot or stain So may perfection in your Bridegroome raign As you are young and tender so may he In years a little your superiour be For every marriage then is best in tune When that the wife is May the husband June Let not your heart to beggar's Hall incline A shrubble should not embrace so tall a pine A Buzzard must not couâ—t the gentle Dove For such a marriage will prodigious prove No foolish Wood-cock must expect to wedde Or take the rarer Phenix to his bed Before your Roses fade joyn hand in hand Old age will come and plough your finest land Remember Lots Wife Exempla plus valent quam praecepta A Woman turn'd to salt most true it is Ovid nere knew that Metamorphosis The woman chang'd not man Gods prime creature For women are most apt to change by nature She looked back with a most strong desire To see old Sodom which was then on fire The act of looking back had bin no crime Had she lookt back but at another time It was Gods precept made this act a sin She had been free had God not injur'd bin Salt seasoneth flesh she 's turn'd to salt that we By her example might well season'd be Go on my soul to God with all thy might Renounce thy former Sodom of delight Upon the death of the Right Worshipful Sir Anthony Mansel who was shot and kild at the battel of Newbery Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam chari capitis Hora. DEath like a coward at a distance stood When she struck him his valour was so good She durst not venter neere Death to her shame His body kill'd but could not kill his name In this sad battel if same truth doth say We got the field and yet we lost the day His death eclipst the day and made it night And clouds of sorrow did obscure the light It were injustice to neglect his dust Whose death was noble as his life was just Now heaven crownes him where all labors cease Although he dy'd in war he dy'd in peace Charity Quid charitas sine fide Quid fides sine charitate THe glorious Sun bestows his light and heat To cherish us and make all things compleat The swelling clouds with water do abound To succour and refresh the thirsty ground The earth yields her increase the fruitful vine Out of her treasure yields the pleasant wine All creatures in their kind by nature give And with their precious store our wants releive These creatures by example us should move To help each other with a mutual love To feed the poor who sells his own estate Doth purchase heaven at an easie rate God loves a broken heart an humble knee An open hand from all vain glory free The Holy Sacrament or Supper of the Lord Vbi ratio deficit fides proficit UNder the forms of sacred bread and wine I do receive thee Lord and grace divine Thou art the door the vine the corner stone Thou art the way the truth the life alone Thy mercy to inlarge thou art our bread Wherewith we are to life eternal fed Thy blood is wine which sweetly doth refresh Our weary souls and cheere our weaker flesh Who eats this bread and drinks this cup shall be From fainting thirst and pining hunger free In this sweet bread doth no sour leaven lye Of fraud of malice or hypocrisie The bread's thy body and the wine thy blood This I beleeve this faith is safe and good Thou art in thy great Sacrament but how I simply do confesse I do not know It is enough for me that thou art there I will receive thee Lord with joy and fear Upon the Right Worshipful Sir Richard Floyd one of his Majesties Honourable Judges in South-Wales BLush all you scarlet gowns that heretofore Did wink at rich men and condemn the poor Great flyes break through when the lesser fly In slender cobwebs doth intangled ly But here is one of Jetbro's Judges he Fears God and is from base corruption free The person he respects not but the cause He fancies not opinion but the laws The scales of Justice no fine gold can turn He righteth those which laugh and those that mourn He 's careful of the poor for he doth know That men will soon tread down a hedge that 's low His language is attractive sweet and full And falls like rain into a fleece of wooll In faith he is a rock in loyal love For his good King he'did a Martyr prove He is a honest Jude my active will Would guild his name had I but perfect skill Conscience Conscientia millâ— Testes COnsider all thy actions and take heed On stollen bread though it is sweet to feed Sinne like a Bee unto thy hive may bring A little honey but expâ—ct the sting Thou maist conceal thy sinne by cunning Art But conscience sits a witnesse in thy heart Which will disturb thy peace thy rest undo For that is witnesse Judge and prison too The pleasant streame doth fair and smoothly glide When in the bottom no great rubbes abide No swelling grief no boystrous cares appear Where honest ways preserve the conscience clear Our cloths being new and fair we hold it fit To care what thing we touch and where we fit When they are foul or torne we leave that care And cast them up and down like broken ware T is so with conscience while 't is fair within We fear to stain it with some heynous sin If once the Virgin-Conscience plays the quean We seldom after care to keep it clean Then keep thy conscience like thy paper white And do not blot when thou maist fairly write The Shrew Ventus ab Aquilone BEhold her lip how thin it is her nose How sharp her voice how shrill which doth disclose A â—roward shrew who hath her by mishap Shall surely hear a constant thunder-clap Silence is her disease for like a mill Her clapper goes and never standeth still By night Hobgoblins houses haunt this sprite Doth vex and haunt the house both day and night The Rack the wheele the Spanish Inquisition Torments not like her rongue A sad condition Her husband lives in like a coward he Must leave the field and always vanquisht be He must commend what she doth well approve And disallow of what she doth not love We tame wild fouls bears lions but no Art To tame
wanton play And think with gold and pearl t' outshine the day Give me a wife that can the Spindle use The Book the Needle free from brawls and news Take heed of her that sanctifies her face And never prates without a Scripture phrase One chast and merry lovely kind and wise Active well bred contents both heart and eyes Desire the hand of God to point thy wayes He never falls that in his journey prayes The Rainbow Ingens bibit arcus Virg. VAriety of colours may be seen Within the Rainbow chiefly red and green Green shews the Deluge which did overflow And drown the whole Creation here below Red shews the world when times age shall expire Must be refin'd if not consum'd by fire We see no arrow in this bow nor string It threatens not but doth glad-tidings bring The glorious bow of heaven doth foreshow Sweet showers of Blessings not of Judgements now Grant me thy mercies Lord cast not thy dart Nor shoot thine arrow at my wounded heart The Carpenter Is not this the Carpenter's Son GOD is the Carpenter whose skilful hand Upon the waters made this Oâ—b to stand He did compose the gate which is the way To heavens bliss and keeps himself the key He hath his Plain when we are rough and wild To make our stubborn Natures smooth and mild He hath his perfect Rule his Sâ—we his Axe To order that which reformation lacks This Carpenter makes hearts and hands agree And joins them fast in bonds of Unity Lord join and glue my soul to thee so well That I in thee and thou in me may'st dwell Upon the Worshipful and most hopeful Gentleman Thomas Prise of Whisteston Esq HE is in years but young yet grave and wise Old age and youth in him do sympathize Nature made use of Art before she could Make one at the same time both young and old His heart is gallant humble just and free There only vertues keep their Hierarchie The pleasant Whisteston is his Mansion place Where Nature Aâ—t and Art doth Nature grace In that fair dwelling we may find much pleasure But yet in him consists the chiefest treasure Wealth Honour Pleasure are no more we find But hansome Pages to his Nobler mind Upon the Nobly minded and most pious Gentlewoman Mrs. Mary Williams daughter to that worthy Gentleman Thomas Gwyn of the Hay-Castle Esq Saecula Phaenices nulla tulere duos FResh is the morn the Maiden-head of day Sweet are the flowers which breath perfumes in May. Fair is the Rose in June so doth her heart The sweetest ornaments of grace impart Here Vertue sits inthron'd as if she were Contented only with her dwelling there Her alms and pious deeds beyond compare For her a seat in heaven do prepare And glorious heaven is the fittest place To entertain so good a heart and face I wish the Sun an hundred years may rise With joy to wait upon her brighter eyes Affliction Deus vulneratâ— carnem ut sanet mentemâ— WHen for delight I took the purer air I have observ'd sweet Meadows green and fair O'relaid with dung which spoil'd the present grace But afterwards it gave a better face Affliction makes one dark but we may find It adds more gracious beauty to the mind Afflictions are Gods Skullions and these must Scoure and preserve his houshold stuff from rust They are his Masons which do smooth and square Stones for the Temple which unpolisht are The more the patient Camamile we tread The more it will by dilatation spread The gentle fire if often blown will burn With greater heat and to more fury turn So Christians by afflâ—ctions stronger grow They patience may no base submission show When Christ was on the earth they crown'd his head With thorns and made the wooden Cross his bed They gave him vinegar and gall when he Did sorely thirst in his strong agonie If that the King could have no better meat What dainties shall the beggar think to eat The Paschal Lamb with bitter herbs was eaten If we are Christs we surely shall be beaten The World Omnia vanitas THE World 's a garden which the fancy feeds And yields few wholsom herbs but many weeds Fools may commend and give a golden gloss To things that glister but indeed are dross When serious I consider in my cage The strange Meanders of the present Age And see the chance and change of every thing From the poor beggar to the richest King All worldly pleasures but false dreams I find Which may distract but not content the mind Our life is short our greatest riches vain Our wisdom folly and our pleasure pain As wave on wave so grief on grief doth fall One trouble doth another sorrow call Build on the Rock if thou wilt safely stand He sinks who builds upon deceitful sand The Remedy of Love NO woman lives but in her eye We may some moats or beams espy Thy Helen may be fair but stay Thy Helen will the wanton play Thy Celia may be fair but proud Crumena rich but sharp and loud Eugenia may be full of wit But wisdom wants to temper it Lutâ—tia may deserve thy love If vertue can affection move She 's fair within but foul without And who would use a dirty clout A foul tripe may thy taste annoy Eat Phesants still they will thee cloy And thus no Beauty is so cleer But storms in it and clouds appear Some foul disease some grievous pain May Celia's blushing roses stain Or age with furrows will disgrace The pleasant meadow of her face Consider then be sick no more Since reason may thy health restore If beauty doth so quickly pass Oh seek a richer pearl than glass That precious Beauty which expels All clouds of grief in heaven dwels There fix thy mind and thou shalt see What imperfections women be Judas his Kiss Judas did with a Kiss his Lord betray Many seem friends when they the Traitors play Judas was proud and kist our Saviours face Presumption brought him to th' infâ—rnal place Mary did kiss Christs feet which humble kiss Exalted her to the celestial bliss Judas and Mary kist him both we find Alike in lips but much dislike in mind God weighs the heart whom we can never move By outward actions without inward love Upon the most learned Gentleman Doctor Aurelius Williams Dr. of Physick SOme writers hold which is most strange to me There may of souls a transmigration be If it be so I swear that Galen is Reviv'd in him by Metampsychosis A thousand more than dy'd Death thought to kill Had Death not been prevented by his skill Vpon a drunken Woman WOuld'st thou a Monster or a Devil see Or else in Nature some sad Prodigie Then on a drunken Woman cast thine eye All those are seen in her deformity The Priesthood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 'T Was Jeroboam's practice and his sport Priests to elect out of the baser sort As it was in those dayes of old so now They have full orders
too good to lie Under a bushel in obscurity He was not Linsey woolsey or content To be compos'd of King and Parliament He was most loyal and could not dispence With such base freedom to his conscience As to neglect his King he hath a heart From whence transparent beams of Vertue dart After sad years of cruel storms and wind He shall a Haven and a Heaven find The Gardener She supposing him to be the Gardener said unto him Job 20. MARY prevents the day she rose to weep And see the bed where Jesus lay a sleep She found out whom she sought but doth not know Her Masters face he is the Gardener now This Gardener Edens Garden did compose For which the chiefest Plants and Flowers he chose He took great care to have sweet Rivers run T' enrich the ground where he his work begun He is the Gardener still and knoweth how To make the Lilies and the Roses grow He knows the time to set when to remove His living plants to make them better prove He hath his pruning knife when we grow wild To tame our nature and make us more mild He curbs his dearest children when 't is need He cuts his choycest Vine and makes it bleed He weeds the poisonous herbs which clog the ground He knows the rotten hearts he knows the sound The blessed Virgin was the pleasant bower This Gardener lodg'd in his appointed hour Before his birth his Garden was the womb In death he in a Garden chose his Tomb. Copernicus his opinion confirm'd COpernicus his fancy may hold good The earth did only move the heavens stood So earth and houses wheeling round about And changing Climats sound new Masters out The Changes Tempora mutantur nos mutamur in illis THe painful Bee which to her hive doth bring Sweet honey in her tail retains a sting Our sweetest joyes are interlin'd with cares No field of corn but hath some choaking tares The stream which doth with silent motion slâ—de Is oftentimes disturb'd with wind and tide Who sits to day in Honours lap and sings God soon can change his tune and clip his winâ— Sometimes the Sea doth ebb and sometimes floâ— Now with anon against the tide we row No haven's so secure but somâ— ill blast May toss the ship and break the stately Mast Who now in Court doth dance and liâ—t his head To morrow droops and sickly keeps his bed The King may beg and beggars may command High Cedars fall when little shrubs do stand The sweetest com oâ—t I do feel or find Though fortune change is not to change my mind The Hour-glass Inter spemque metumque timores inter ir as Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum OUR time consumes like smoke and posts away Nor can we treasure up a month or day The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste and so our silent minutes pass Consider how the lingring hour-glass sends Sand after sand until the stock it spends Year after year we do consume away Until our debt to Nature we do pay Old age is full of grief the life of man If we consider is but like a span Stretcht from a swollen hand the more extent It is by strength the more the pains augment Desire not to live long but to live well How long we live not years but actions tell Pride and Humility Humilis descendendo ascendit superbus ascendendo descendit WHat pride possesseth man that is but clay Which must dissolve and melt like yce away What frothy baâ—m of self-conceit and love Doth puff his heart and such high fancies move Who doth presame to climb the highest wall Will soonest slip and catch the heaviest fall Proud men have fallen from their stately chairs And falling once have tumbled down the staâ—â—s The shâ—ubs are most secure and free from wind When lofty trees a strong resistance find Behold the twig which gently bends and bows When stubborn Oaks are broken stands and grows Vertue is sooner found in Cotts and Cells Than in great Courts where pride and envy dwells A contrite heart O Lord a bended knee Like sweet perfume shall at thy Altar be Christs Resurrection-day or Easter AS when through misty clouds and troubled air The Sun breaks forth and makes the heavens saâ—â— So Christ the glorious Bridegroom came this day Out of his Chamber whore he secret lay The brighter Sun is up whose pleasant rayes Do bless the earth with good and happy dayes Display thy warmer beams and to my heart More fervent heat of zeal and love impart Death could not kill or conquer life nor might The thickest darkness comprehend the light Had he bin still interr'd then we had bin For ever slaves to Satan Death and Sin The Jews to keep him there O fond conceit Roul'd to his grave a stone of heavy weight His body pierc't the stone but was not able To pierce their hearts far more impenetrable He could remove vast Mountains with his Word And in the Sea to them a grave afford The Mountain of my sins from me remove And drown them Lord in thy deep Sea of Love This joyful morning at the break of day Our Saviour rose and left his bed of clay Awake betimes my soul from slumber free And leave thou sin before that sin leaves 〈◊〉 The Spring SEe how the wanton Spring In green is clad Heark how the birds do sing I 'le not be sad Doth not the blushing Rose Breath sweet perfume I will my spice disclose But not presume The dew falls on the grass And hastes away Which makes me mind my glass Which will not stay Now plants and herbs do grow In every place Lord let not me be slow In growth of Grace Behold the fruitful trees And fertil ground Observe the painful Bees Whose hives abound I will not barren be Nor waste my dayes Like slaggards that are free From vertuous wayes The Poets Soliloquy WHy do I droop like flowers opprest with rain What cloud of sorrow doth my colour stain I like a Sparrow on the house alone Do sit and like a Dove I mourn and groan Doth discontent or sad affliction bind And stop the freedom of my Nobler mind No no I know the cause I do retire To quench old flames and kindle better fire It is my comfort to escape the rude And sluttish trouble of the multitude Flowers rivers woods the pleasant air and wind With Sacred thoughts do feed my serious mind My active soul doth not consume with rust I have been rub'd and now are free from dust Let moderation rule my pensive way Students may leave their books and sometimes play I am the Way the Truth and the Life Joh. 14. 6. Via in exemplo veritas in promisso vita in praeâ—â—io CHrist is the Way which leads to heavens joy He is the Truth which errours can destroy He is the Life which raiseth up the dead He is the Way Truth Life unlimited The way is narrow strive to enter in