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

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

the holy Elements are blest By the Priests powerful lips though nothing there To outward sense but Bread and Wine appear Yet doth there under those dark formes reside The body of the Son of Man that dy'd This what bold tongue soever doth deny Gives in effect even Christ himself the ly Yet this whoe're too grosly doth maintain Pulls his ascended Lord from Heaven again A middle course 'twixt those two rocks to steer Is that becomes the Christian Mariner So to beleeve the Ascension as to grant His real Presence in the Sacrament Yet so his Real Presence there to own As not to make void his Ascension Epig. 3. THe grave and hell were both subdu'd nought In those dark coasts was further to be wrought Heaven yet barr'd up her Azure gates to win An entrance there and bring his ransom'd in Our Lord ascends and with a powerful hand Throws ope those clasped doors that did withstand Our dear acquir'd admission Happy day Wherein we by a new and living way His flesh the vail have found a means into The holy-holy place assur'd to go What shall our joys henceforth retard when Hell And death and heaven are all atton'd so well Whitsunday Epig. 1. LOrd I would fain thy bounteous grace admire Which gav'st thy Spirit this day in flames of fire But cannot do 't if that same fire of thine Which fill'd their glowing bosoms fill not mine Fain I would of those cloven tongues relate Which this day on thy dear Apostles sate But cannot speak alas as I should do Unless one of those tongues be given me too None Lord can love nor praise thee well but those On whom thy self both fire and tongue bestows Epig. 2. YOu that despise all humane helps whereby Men are prepared for the Ministry And boast you have the Spirit enabling you Better then all their Books and Arts can do Be not deceiv'd fond men 't is more to be Fitted for such a work then you can see Those whom the Holy Ghost doth thus inspire He comes to them in tongues as well as fire Show us but them and wee 'l allow your call If not we heed not your vain brags at all Epig. 3. DIvided tongues made Babels building cease But now thy Zions buildings do encrease That was a curse the fruit of sin but this One of the Churches greatest blessings is Had not that gone before no need had been T' have had this other mercy given in But such was now our state that onely that Could cure the plague which first the plague begat Trinity Sunday Epig. 1. THree and but one and one yet branch'd in three I know not Lord how this strange thing can be But 't is no matter what blind worm I know So I can but beleeve that it is so Epig. 2. TAke heed ye bold enquirers how ye pry Too much into this sacred mystery 'T is safer to beleev then search too far Into those truths that so transcendent are The eyes that gaze too long upon the Sun Are often stricken blind ere they have done Epig. 3. TEll me ye Atheists that beleeve no more Then what your reason fathoms that vast store Of rouling waters that doth daily flow Into the Ocean whither doth it go What Cisterns do those big swoln streams maintain That every tide are emptied in the main What dark instinct compels the churlish steel The loadstones undiscerned force to feel Or if you will ever vulgar things survey Those which you taste and handle every day Take me the seeds of every plant and tree Of every herb and flower that grows and see If when you have ript them open you can find A reason why they bring forth such a kind And not another where that virtue lyes That such a form and taste and smell supplies So proper to it self that nothing well The same except it self can parallel Hence let your serious thoughts reflect agen On the strange Fabrick both of Beasts and men Their bones their veins their arteries and all Th' essential stamps they bear and casual The colour of their hair their eyes and skin The extent their age and stature's bounded in And tell me whether your quick-sight can read The ground of all these wonders in the seed Poor Skepticks in these common things below The furthest that your utmost skill can go Is only to discern that thus they be But why they 're thus alas you cannot see Yet with th' Almighty you are grown so bold That though you in his Holy Word be told That that one ever blessed Essence is Distinguish'd into three Hypostasies And that those three Hypostasies abide Still one same Essence undiversified Yet is it not enough for you to know That thus it is unless we further show You why and how it can be thus and bring Some proofs besides his Dixit of the thing But go to you Blasphemers if there be No other way to clear this Mysterie Unto your staggering Faith but sense be sure One day though then 't will be too late a cure Your very eyes shall see and seeing pine The glory of the Trin-une Vni-trine April 1. ROmans this Month to Venus did assign From whom their Prince Aeneas drew his line Her Aphrodite from those white froths they call Which gave their Goddess his original And the Month April 'T is a nobler wombe From whence our Princes high descent doth come Nor is' t from spurious froaths but Seas that we May draw we think her Etymologie Put all together froaths with Seas compare View what both Princes what their mothers are And if the odds with Venus still remain Let her the guidance of this Month retain But if our Marie have a juster right Let her assume the place of Aphrodite The Feasts of April 2. ON Aprils three and twentieth George bestrides His warlike steed and ' gainst the Dragon rides The twenty fift to raise our wonder more The winged Lyon's voice is heard to roar Saint George Epig. 1. SEe here in Georges Portraiture a true Description of what Christians ought to do No civill warrs no brothers blood imbrues His righteous hands he no such foes pursues The cross his Engsin is his Faith his shield His sword the Scripture his own heart the Field His enemy the Dragon him alone He thinks it worth his while to set upon O God that we who George our champion call Save such as these would fight no fights at all Epig. 2. WOuldst thou a combat undertake wherein Thou might'st be sure the victory to win And with it gain a Kingdome too then fight Saint Georges duels let thy opposite Be the red Dragon and on him be sure Thou both the one and th' other shalt procure For none ere fought with him but won the day And none ere won but bore a Crown away Epig. 3. VVHether George a humane creature were indeed Or but an Embleme of that promised seed Whom God of old had set apart to tread Upon the conquered Serpents