will not faile For as a Lyon then he will prevaile And then at fifty hee 's a crafty Fox And Lawyer-like gets money in his Box. And so till sev'nty by Industrious paines Woolfe-like hee 's greedy to increase his gaines But after that he feeles his bones to tire Therefore much like the Dog he loves the fire And keeps at home like to the wyly Cat Where he delights to sit to prate and chat Thus doth the Carnall man waste his lifes weeke And seldome doth after true Riches seeke I meane the wealth which beyond Age will last And still endure after this life is past Therefore the Sages That did first ordaine And gave unto each day It 's severall name Did well at first the nimblest Planet place And last of all that of the slowest race To shew that man in youthfull blithfull plight In Grace and vertue should take most delight For painfull age cannot so well hold out As lusty youth yet still should goe about In vertues race and not out of it start Till death doth strike him with his deadly dart Therefore I 'll pray that with the glorious sun I may rejoyce in vertues Race to run And with old Saturne therein persevere So should I well conclude the weeke and yeare Sunday or Dies Dominicus IN the Beginning and the Birth of time God made his glory and his power to shine In framing of the earth and heavens bright And the first day God did create the light ' Before which time there was a confus'd heape 'A formelesse Chaos did together keepe 'A gulfe of gulfes a body ill compaâ—t ' An ugly medley where all difference lackt ' Where th' elements lay jumbled altogether ' Where hot and cold were jarring each with either ' The blunt with sharpe the danke against the dry ' The hard with soft the base against the high ' All all was voyd of beuty rule and light ' All without fashion soule and motion quite ' Fire was no fire the water was no water ' Ayre was no ayre the earth no earthly matter ' This was not then the world 't was but the matter ' The Nurcery whence it should issue after Yet Gods great power did keep this darksome masse And on the waters did his spirit passe ' And he no sooner said Be light but loe ' The formlesse lump to perfect forme 'gan grow ' And all illustred with lights radiant shine ' Doft mourning weeds and deckt it passing fine ' All haile pure lamp bright sacred and excelling ' Sorrow and care darknesse and dread repelling ' Thou worlds great Taper wicked mens just terror ' Mother of Truth true beauties onely mirror ' Gods eldest daughter Oh! how thou art full ' Of grace and goodnesse Oh! how beautifull ' Sith thy great Parent 's all-discerning eye ' Doth judge thee so and sith his Majesty ' The glorious maker in his sacred layes ' Can doe no lâ—sse than sound thy modest praise ' But yet because all pleasures wax unpleasant ' If without pause we still possesse them present ' And none can right discerne the sweets of peace ' That have not felt wâ—rs irksome bitternesse ' And Swans seeme whiter if swart Crowes be by ' For contraries each other best descry ' Th'Alls Architect alternately decreed ' That Night the Day the Day should Night succeed ' So morne and evening the first day conclude ' And God perceiv'd that all his works were good Therefore the learned that each day did name In the whole weekes as I conceive did aime At the great works of God in the creation And so according set the Planets station For first they set the Sunne bright Phoebus hight Who is the fountaine and the spring of light Also the Pots call him by the name Of bright Apollo whose illustrious fame Was very great he was the sonne of Iove He and Diana his deare sister strove Within the Matrix of Latona faire And these two dayes and nights directors are Apollo for his skill in Poetry Physicke and Musique and Divinity Was honour'd as a god by heathen men Such was the ignorance of those times then But why that others call Sol burning hot Flaming bright Tytan my weake judgement 's not Able to shew but sure his mighty power His names doe shew ev'n every day and houre He governes Princes and great men of state And is the Plannet that 's most fortunate He is the dayes bright eye and heart of heav'n For God plac'd him in midst of Planet sev'n And in three hundred threescore daies and five Doth to the period of hâ—s race arrive By him we measure out to us and ours Yeeres ages seasons moneths dayes minutes houres And therefore well plac'd in the front of time But I have him eclips'd in this â—ude rime Therefore I 'll now conclude lest Phaëton like For taking such a taske great Iove may strike Me in his wrath therefore I 'll hast away And speake a little of the Lords blest Day Me thinkes none should make it a scruple why We disagree from Jewes solemnity In keeping of the sacred Sabbath Day They 're in the old and we in a new way They have the old Law and we have the new For state of Christians differs from the Jew Old things are past and new are come in place Then why should we follow the Jewish race Besides our Saviour is the Lord of dayes And therefore for his meritorious praise It s very fit he should a day ordaine His worship and his statutes to maintaine For in this world each Prince his subjects drawes After his lore for still New Lords new Lawes So now new Sacraments new Heav'n new Earth New Testament and Sabbath Day sets forth How we do differ from the Levites law But of the morall we still stand in aw We know that shadowes now are past away Because from death their substance rose this day For now the ceremonies of the Jewes Doe cease yet on this day we alwayes use To rest from labour and vaine idle sport And to the Lords House we should oft resort There both to heare Gods Word divinely taught By learned men and also as we ought There we should pray and sing with hearty cheare And not as some doe sleepe when they should heare Then after Sermon we should call to minde What good instruction we therein did finde Into what parts what doctrines and what uses Was made thereof to checke the grosse abuses Of mans fraile nature and the consolation Weake man doth need to stablish his salvation If I could thus the Lords Day sanctifie Delighting thus to heare sing pray purely And on the Lord set my whole minde and heart That all this day he might not from me part If I could as the Sunne begin to shine From youth to old age in all works divine If I could so distinguish and divide Blind errors wayes from truths bright paths well try'd And well approv'd of God and all good men For graces splendor I
might shun the den Of utter darknesse then I should be blest And keepe a Sabbath in eternall rest Munday or dies Lunae THe next day after God had made the light He spread heav'ns curtaines glorios in our sight ' That Huge broad length that long broad height profound ' Th'infinite finite that great moundlesse Mound ' I meane that Chaos that selfe-jarring Masse ' Which in a moment made of nothing was ' Was the rich matter and the matrix whence ' The heav'ns should issue and the elements ' Now th' elements two twins two sons two daughters 'To wit the fire the ayre the earth and waters ' Are not compounded but of them is all ' Compounded first that in our sense can fall There 's no materiall substance but doth beare Within it selfe fire water earth and ayre And God to each his place hath well assign'd According to its nature breed and kind ' Earth as the lees and heaviest drosse of all ' After his kind did to the bottome fall ' Contrarywise the light and nimble fire ' Did through the crannies of th' old heap aspire ' Unto the top and by his nature light ' No lesse than hot mounted in sparks upright ' But lest the fire which all the rest imbraces ' Being too neer should burne the earth to ashes ' As chosen Umpires the great All-creator ' Betweene these foes placed the ayre and water ' For one suffic'd not their sterne strife to end ' Water as cousin did the earth befriend ' Ayre for his kinsman fire as firmly deales ' But both uniting their divided zeales ' Tooke up the matter and appeas'd the brall ' Which doubtlesse else had discreated all The ayre as moderne and the elder Sages Have fitly parted it into three stages The upper's seated next the fiery vault And by the learned very hot is thought That which we touch with times doth variate Now hot now cold and sometimes temperate But middle Region's far from fire set And therefore very cold and little heat In ayrie clouds God bottles up the raine Which gratifies the Ploughmans toyle and paine The ayre ingenders milke white snow and haile Mist dew and yce in season will not faile In divers vapours their effects are strange But in the ayre they keepe a constant range For in the Summer of a sev'rall kinde They doe produce Frogs Toads and the swift wind Whose whisking beesome doth brush cleane and sweepe The cloudy curtaines of heav'ns stages steepe And sometimes they doe make the earth to rocke To shake and tremble like a weather-cocke And when I doe consider lightnings flash It s rare effects my sense in pieces dash A man was once going out of his dore He saw a fire passing him before Which he did follow to see where 't would goe But he will ne'r trust Ignis fatuus so For he had like so far to lose his way That he could hardly finde it the next day When I doe sometimes looke into the skies Me thinkes I see a hundred prodigies Compos'd of exhalations in the ayre But the true cause thereof none can declare Though by nice will and deepe conceited straines They give a ghesse but 't is not worth their paines For the great God of heav'n sometimes delights From top to toe to alter natures rites That his strange workes to nature contrary May be fore-runners of some misery Such are the blazing Comets fiery star That threaten earth with famine plague and war Three Suns three Moones at once green blew gilt bow Gods judgements and his mercies forth to show But I almost forget the firmament Although it was the chiefe of my intent Their number and their nature here to show And how their whirling Orbs about doe goe Yet of their number many a writer varies Yet most agree that there a ten round stories In severall Orbs they place the Planets sev'n After the fixed Stars and Christ â—â—n heav'n Lastly the highest Orbe of all the â—out Is the first mover which whirles all about But there is none that can relate the solace Or boundlesse vastnesse of th' Imperiall Palace ' Where life still lives where God his Sises holds ' Inviron'd round with Seraphins and Soules ' Bought with Christs pretious blood whose glorious flight ' Yet mounted earth above the heav'ns bright Neither doe I know rightly how to write What waâ—ers are above the heav'ns bright For I too bold will not aske how or why God placed water so exceeding high I must believe it for Gods Word doth show Above the heavens God made waters flow ' I 'll rather give a thousand times the ly 'To my owne reason than but once defy ' The sacred voyce of th'everlasting Spirit ' Which doth so often and so loud aver it Besides when sinfull men did God provoke In Noabs dayes these windowes he set ope And by these Seas drown'd cattell men and beast In this example I 'll sit downe and rest So morne and even the second day conclude And God perceiv'd that all his works were good Now why the Sages when they nam'd this day Call'd it Lucina's day I cannot sae Except it be because her wax and waine Doe cause the waters ebbe and flow againe Faire Phoebe she of all the Planets bright Is most infirme because she borrowes light By Poets she is call'd Diana chast Yet shâ— her love on faire Endymion cast Constant in love she her swift course doth run Throughout the Zode twelve times for once the sun Diana was goddesse of chastity And therefore I doe see small reason why The vulgar should affirme a man on 's backe Within the Moone should beare a Pedlers packe Besides I thinke no woman could be chast If that a man within her were well plac'd Luna doth governe Seamen Fishers Hunters Chast maidens and wise Matrons whose encounters Or unchaste meetings with uncivill men Are never us'd but my unlearned pen Hath so outrun my judgement and my wit The uses of this day I quite forget Besides amazement and astonishment At Gods great workes I am by this day bent Advis'd to learne my waters to divide Of charity free from vaine glorious pride And to distinguish my repentant teares From those for losse of worldly things in feares And as the Moone I borrow all my light From God whose glory in me shineth bright And as the Moone so I in vertues race Should still goe forward though darke be my pace And though by frailty I may sometimes faile Yet godly constancy should e'r prevaile Tuesday or dies Martis ' THis day th' Almighties bounteous Majesty ' willing t'enfeoffe man this worlds Empiry ' Commanded Neptune straight to marshall forth ' His floods apart and to unfold the earth ' And presently the Sea to 't selfe betooke ' Mount after mount field after field forsooke ' And suddenly in smaller caske did tun ' Her waters that from every side did tun ' And hath imprison'd them in bounds of brasse ' Which to this day the
For the heav'ns are not mixtly enterlaced But th'undermost by th'upper be embraced And more or lesse the Rundells wider are As from the Center they be neere or far As in an Egg the shell includes the skin The skin the white the white the Yolke within Now like as in a Clock that is well tended Just counterpoize Justly thereon suspended Makes the great wheele goe round and that anon Turnes with his turning many a meaner one The trembling watch th'Iron Maule that chimes The entire day in twice twelve equall times So the grand heau'n in foure and twenty houres Surveying all this various house of ours With his quick motion all the Spheares doth move Whose radiant glances gild the world above And drives them every day which swiftnesse strange is From Gange to Tagus and from Tag to Ganges But th'under-Oâ—bes as grudging to be still So streightly subject to anothers will Still without change still at anothers pleasure After one Pipe to dance one onely measure They from-ward turne and traversing aside Each by himselfe an oblique course doth slide So that they all although it seeme not so Forward and backward in one instant goe Both up and downe and with contrary paces At once they post to two contrary places But now the neerer any of these eight Approach th' Emperiall Pallace walls in height The more their circuit and more dayes they spend Ere they returne unto their Jorneyes end It 's therefore thought that sumptuous Canopye The which th'unnigard hand of Majesty Powdred so thick with shields so shining cleere Spends in his voyage nigh sev'n thousand yeare Then follow Saturnâ— Iupiter and Mars Divine Apollo Venus's bright Cars So swifâ—ly followes whose doves goe not far From splendant Phebus glory beaming Car Then witty Mercury and Luna last In her Carreer doth make a monethly hast Now should I write how the Latonian twins The yeare the moneth the weeke and day begins First how the sun about the world rides ay How all doe live by vertue of his Ray How even as man the little world of Cares Within the middle of his body beares His heart the spring of life which with proportion Supplyeth spirits to all and every Portion Even so the Sun his Golden Chariot Marches Amid the six lamps of the six low Arches Which seele the world that equally it might Richly impart them beauty force and light Six heav'nly Princes mounted evermore Wait on Sols Coach three behind three before Besides the hoasts of th'upper twincklers bright To whom for pay he giveth onely light And how he cheareth every living thing With light and heat but my muse daies not sing His honour'd prayses for I 'm like the moone In borrowing light from a diviner Sun Therefore I 'll vaile my front under his shine Least I ecclips him by this work of mine So mâ—rn and Evening the fourth day conclude And God perceiv'd that all his workes were good Why this is call'd the day of Mercury Who is of Eloquence and Memory The God by Poete call'd and rules the Muses Marchants and each one that the Pen oft uses Ambassadors the Princes humor pleaser To end his course takes neere a twelve moneths leasure For all the while his nimble winged heeles Dare little bouge from Phoebus golden wheeles Hee 's fained to have wings on Armes and feet To shew his speed for message he is meet I cannot tell except it be to show How swift the motion of the Plannets goe How by the force of the first moving heav'n With speedy hast their flaming Cars are driv'n Now as that grand heav'n by his powerfull force Doth move the under nine in their swift course So of my selfe I know I cannot move To any good It is the Lord above That drives mee forward in the way of Grace That in bright Glory I may have a place There to remaine ev'n as a glorious starre Which happy Blisse doth passe mans reason far Thursday or Dies Iovis IN vaine had God stor'd heav'n with glistring studs The Plain with grain the mountaine tops with woods Sever'd the aire from fire the earth from water Had hee not soone peopled this large Theater With living Creatures therefore he began This Day to quicken in the Ocean In standing Pools and in the straggling Rivers whose folding Channell fertill Champion fevers So many Fishes of so many features That in the waters one may see all creatures And all that in this All is to be found As if the world within the deeps were drown'd Seas have as well as Skies Sun Moone and stars As well as aire Swallowes and Rooks and stares As well as earth Vines Roses Nettles Millions Pinks Gilly-flowers Mushromes many millions Of other Plants more rare and strange then these As very Fishes living in the Seas And also Rams Calfes Horses Hares and Hogs Wolves Lions Urchins Elephants and Dogs Yea men and maides and which I more admire The Mitred Bishop and the cowled Fryer whereof example but a few yeares since Were showne the Norwayes and Polonian Prince As a rare Painter drawes for pleasure here A sweet Adonis a soule Satyre there Here a huge Cyclop there a Pigme Elfe Somtimes no lesse busying his skilfull selfe Upon some ugly Monster seldome seene Then on the Picture of faire beauties Queene Even so the Lord that in his workes variety Wee might the more admire his powerfull deity And that wee might discerne by different features The various kinds of the vast Oceans Creatures Forming this mighty frame he every kind With divers and peculiar Signets sign'd Some have their heads groveling betwixt their feet As th'inky Cuttles and the many-feet Some in their breast as Crabs some headlesse are Foot lesse and Fin-lesse as the banefull Hare And heatfull Oyster in a heape confus'd Their parts unparted in themselves diffus'd Then for their bulk the Orke Whirlepoole and Whale In greatnesse passe the largest ships that saile Me thinkes I see the Dolphin swiftly passe And the rare Tortoise whose shell seemes as brasse Which th' Arabià n makes in sted to stand For hulke at Sea and for a house on Land The dainty Salmons Chevins thunder-scaâ—'d Feast-famous Sturgeons Lampreyes speckle-starr'd Th' adulterous Sarâ—us and the loving Mullet The banefull Crampfish which when in her Gullet ¶ She hath receiv'd the sharp deceitfull hooke ' Suddenly spues into the silver brooke ' Her secret-spreading sudden-speeding bane ' Which up the line and all along the cane ' Creeps to the hand of th' Angler who withall ' Benumm'd and senslesse suddenly lets fall ' His hurtfull pole and his more hatefull price ' In a deep sleep upon the ground he lies 'A firmer league of friendship is not seene ' Than is the Pearle-fish and the Prawn betweene ' Both have but one repast both but one palace ' But one delight death sorrow and one solace ' That lodgeth this and this remunerates ' His Land-lords kindnesse with all needfull cates ' For while the Pearle-fish gaping
of the Hive It 's fit he should be throwne For why should he of the sweet Honey eat That the poore Bee with labour hard did get If wee doe as wee should take such great paine To prop preserve this life that 's fraile and vaine Oh how should wee then put our selves to taske To get and gaine that life which ay will last If for our bodies health wee oft will spare Our most delicious and delightfull fare Shall wee for our Soules health grudge or repine To fast from sinne or else refuse to dine If for our profit we the paines thinke small To bend and crouch to prate to cry and call Shall we thinke much unto the Lord to pray With hearty voyce and humble mind alway If the poore Smith does thinke it no great Toyle Over the fire in smoake to burne and broyle Shall wee if when the Lord thinkes good to try Our constant faith in flames refuse to dye Oh Lord I doe confesse my feet are slow My heeles are heavy and refuse to goe Into thy holy house thy word to heare And in my body I sloths Image beare My hands are Idle and my eyes are lazie My heart is dull my lips to laud thee crazie Wherefore I pray Infuse into my minde Such heav'nly grace that I may be inclinde To labour and take care for heav'nly food More then for any fading earthly Good So when this life shall cease I may be blest And live with God in a perpetuall rest Of Eating and Drinking IF that our bodyes want due food to eat How doe we labour straight to find out meat Or if with cruell thirst we be possest Till we find drinke we cannot be at rest Oh this should teach me after Grace to long Which is the Soules Refection to prolong My spirituall life and never be at rest Till with such meat and drinke my Soul 's refresht And when I doe behold the great provision For earthly Bodies from Gods loving Mission How that all creatures for our food are slaine Oh Lord thinke I If for this life that 's vaine There 's such provision in such sundry kind For life eternall to refresh the mind There 's as great plenty and as various store Of spirituall dainties If not far much mâ—re My daily food should be Christs holy body Which by the mouth of faith I swallow wholy To strengthen and refresh my sinfull minde That I may at the last true comfort finde My drinke should be my Saviours pretious blood Which quencheth sinfull thirst doth much good For all my sins It would wash quite away Oh this should be my bread and drink all day That at the last when as the dismall night Of death shall come in heav'n I may shine bright My Salt should be the sanctifying Grace Of Gods good sp'rit which I should ever place Upon the Table of a pious hart That I there with may season every part Of all my sinfull thoughts my words and deeds And every evill lust which in mee breeds Yea this should be the ordinary food Of my poore soule for her eternall good But yet at severall times there 's sundry dishes Of Beasts of Birds of divers Herbs and fishes In prosperous state there is the loving Hinde Who having eas'd his fellowes goes behinde The charitable Storke and temp rate Swallow The loving Prawne and pearle fish they may follow In this same messe to teach men of great might Gentle sobriety to doe poore right But if Adversity become our state The first dish is a Lambe immaculate The patient Sheepe the gall-lesse harmlesse Dove In this same messe should likewise have our love Th' industrious Bee the nimble painfull Ant The milke-white Lilly this messe should not want And many other things of precious kinde Which I can hardly bring into my minde And all to teach that in a cause that 's good It is a glorious thing to spend our blood And to beare patiently Gods chastising hand Like Iob at last more strenuously to stand At all times else there is much spirituall meate For our poore soules But I cannot repeate One halfe or quarter of this great variety It is enough if I can finde saciety In the least crum of any heavenly Grace That after I have finisht this lifes race I may in heaven keepe a continuall feast With Christ my Saviour in eternall rest Of the Night HOw soone doth darksome night succeed light day By this I know I have not long to stay In this fraile life which doth so quickly hast That as a day it selfe doth spend and wast But what need I to feare deaths gastly face For I am young and in a healthfull case I have not yet arrived to high noone For I in yeeres am scarsly thirty one Yet what of that for this same very night God may bereave mee of to morrowes light For cruell death with his impartiall knife Doth cut the thread of mans most wretched life Before that ten or twenty yeere's expir'd In this fraile life whereby I am requir'd To take due notice that ere long may be Deaths dart may make as quick dispatch of me And now because I undertake to write Of the similitude of darksome night I doe desire of God that I could tell Blinde errors paths and the dread paines of hell My selfe thereby to warne to take great heed That in blind errors wayes I may not tread For they will lead me to the darke Abysse Of dolefull horror where no comfort is And error in its selfe 's so smooth a way That the best falleth in it every day It is a maze which if we once get in Out of the same it 's hard to get agin And he that in it very often wanders Shall finde a troope of crooked sly Meanders But I will bring them into these two kindes Errors in life ignorance of mens mindes And here at first my senses are at strife For who can tell the errors of this life To such a countlesse number they doe grow That my Arithmeticke them cannot show The errors that in my poore soule are bred Doe farre exceed the haires upon my head If my sins rise to such a summe alone Who can the totall of all sins make knowne Under sev'n Captaines they doe march in fight Pride lechery and envious hatefull spite Cruell man-killing wrath beastly excesse In meat and drinke sloth greedy cov'tousnesse These are the chiefe wayes but there 's many more Crooked by-paths that leade men to the dore Of utter darkenesse for they doe delight To act their deeds i' th darke and out of sight So Hazael when he was left alone Kild Benhadad that it might not be knowne Achan did also hide his thievish pelfe Because that none should know it but himselfe Th' Adulterer waites also for twilight That he may act his sinne out of mens sight And the deceiver in his darke shop vents His broken wares that none knowes his intents And ev'ry sinner doth ev'n hate the
fur nay they 're not loath To take the Excrements of the poore worme Which they into brave Silke and Sattin turne Then doe they begge of fish Pearle for the Neck And find in Sea-sands pretious stones to deck Their sinfull bodies then they take great paines To Digg and delve in Earth for Golden gaines And when they have this borrowed Treasure got About the streets they jet and frisk and trot Provoking others thus to looke on them Deeming themselves better than other men But greater folly than this is not knowne For one to boast of that is not his owne Yet thus have I too oft done and was glad When I brave Cloths upon my body had Therefore I 'll now put off this Pedlers pack Which all this day hath burden'd thus my back Could I as quickly put off my foule sin And in new Robes of Grace my Soule put in As I can cast these filthy Rags aside That from mens eyes my sinfull shame doth hide Then should I be receiv'd a welcome Ghest Of Christ my Saviour to his glorious feast Where Angells Patriarkes and Prophets old Apostles Martyrs and the Saints doe hold A feast of Joy thus should I then be blest In Robes of Glory in eternall Rest Of Sleepe SLeepe is the Image and Picture of Death In which wee seeme sencelesse and voyd of breath The Bed seemes as the Grave in which we lay Our bodyes mould which turnes to dust and Clay And to the Saints death 's truly but a sleepe That doth refresh their minds and safely keepe Their wearyed Soules which when they were awake I meane alive very great paines did take To serve the Lord for which they hated were By wicked men who bended all their care To persecute oppresse and doe them wrong Therefore they doe greatly desire and long To be dissolved and to be with Christ In whom their joy and quiet doth consist Besides Christ warmed hath the earths cold bed For his beloved when he laid his head To rest three dayes therein and hath oft cald Death but a sleepe once to a Jew enthrall'd Foure dayes in grave then did he groan and weepe And said friend Lazarus doth sweetly sleepe And of the Ruler Iayrus his dead daughter He said shee slept which moved some to laughter And holy Martyres went as cheerefully To take their death as in Rose beds to ly Because they knew death to be but a sleepe Which doth refresh their Soules and bodies keepe Safe and unhurt unto that glorious day When they shall rise to live with Christ foray But unto wicked men death is a Terrour Which to remember fills their Soules with horrour If then the thought of death their minds affright How will they be amaz'd to feele his might When he doth strike them with his deadly Dart How loth will then the Soule from body part Because like friends they liv'd on Earth in Joy Well clad well fed and felt not much annoy Now if a man to mortifie one part Of his weake body In such deadly smart Is put unto that makes him groane and cry Oh then what will be the great misery For him to suffer when through every limb He feeles deaths pangs fiercely assayling him First from extreame parts Fingers Feet and Toes Then Leggs and Armes and so in order goes Through every Joynt Veine Muscle Sinew Bone Till at the heart it rests and there alone Like a besiedged Prince his Soule lookes out For helpe of friends whom shee did little doubt Would so forsake her in her extreame need To wit Youth Physick helplesse friends indeed Then doth she greatly feare tremble and quake Expecting hourely when the fiend will take Her wretched selfe And then when shee doth see The flattring Doctor parted with his fee The weeping of his wife the losse of all Jewells and brave apparell that 's not small Griefe and vexation to his wretched mind That all his wealth he so must leave behind Which hee did gather with such griefe and caâ—e To serve the Lord he had no time to spare And lastly now to thinke what will become Of Soule and body how the noysome worme Serpents and Vermin shall take for their food That dainty body which he thought too good To tread on earth or to come in the aire This will almost drive him into despaire But when he thinks his Soule must come before Hearts searching Judge and when he sees the score Of his great sins which his own conscience showes And hath not where to pay for well hee knowes He did not show his faith by living well And therefore doth deserve nothing but hell Which when the Soule doth thinke on slavish feare In wicked men doe bring them to despaire Which causeth them to fret to howle and cry To thinke how blisse they lost in hell they 'll lye For evermore in torments past expression But all this while I have made a digression From what I did intend at first to write It seemes I am misled by darksome night Of bad mens deaths in which they cannot sleepe For hellish fiends their Soules awake doe keepe Therefore I 'll pray to God that he may keepe My Soule and body so that I may sleepe In rest and peace in bed as in my grave And that in Mercy hee would freely save Both Soule and body to that blessed day Of resurrection that in heav'n alway I may with Saints and Angells shine as bright As doth the Sun and praise God day and night Of the weeke THe wisedome of the Lord did first compose The week into seav'n dayes as Moses showes Thereby to teach us how to spend our time In Meditation of his workes divine And in three weekes God hath his great workes showne The first is of the worlds creation In which the power and might of God appeares The next is preservation in the yeares And ages since till this same very houre And the third weeke doth show his love and power In the Redemption of all-fallen mankind But I am weake in body dull in minde So that not one of these I can declare As is befitting for the best that are May come farre short in such a sacred theame Therefore I onely doe intend and meane To shew each sev'rall dayes denomination And therein touch the workes of Gods creation And in this place I now will briefely speake Of mans fraile life in Davids generall weeke For he divides the life of Mortall men Into sev'n parts till threescore yeares and ten And therein I will show how pretious time Is vainely spent each age in one short Rime The first tenne yeares man is a harmelesse child And as a Lamb his life is meeke and milde But after that Goat-like he skips and Joyes In foolish vanities and Idle toyes And so till thirty man 's an untam'd Colt Heady and from all goodnes doth revolt And untill forty hee 's a sturdy Bull His limbes are strong with blood his veines are full But after that his courage
' But as the sweet baite of abundant riches ' Bodyes and Soules of greedy men bewitches ' Gold gilds the vertuous and it lends them wings 'To raise their thoughts unto the raiest things ' The wise not onely Iron well apply ' For houshold turnes and tools of husbandry ' But to defend their Country when it calls ' From forraigne dangers and intestine bralls ' Brave-minded Mars yet master of misorder ' Delighting nought but Battells blood and murder ' His furious coursers lasheth night and day ' That he may swiftly passe his course away ' But in the road of his eternall race ' So many rubs hinder his hasty pace ' That thrice the while the lively Lyquor-God ' With dabling heeles hath swelling clusters trod ' And thrice hath Ceres shav'n heâ— amber Treffe ' Ere his steele wheeles have done their businesse Oh Lord I pray grant I may make such use Of all thy creatures without base abuse That I with temperance may take and eat Wheat hearbs and fruit which are delicious meat And that the love of wine may neere intox My head and minde to make mee catch the Fox And though like Mars many doe me oppose For men and devills may become my foes Grant me such courage I may never feare Any but thee and still move in thy Spheare That having liv'd on earth Godly and well I may with thee in heaven for ever dwell Wednesday or Dies Mercurii GOd having now the Worlds wide curtaine spread About the Circuit of the fruitfull Bed ' Where to fill all with her unnumbred kin ' Kind natures selfe each Moment lyeth in 'To make the same for ever admirable ' More stately-pleasant and more profitable ' He th' Azure Tester trimm'd with Golden workes ' And richly spangled with bright glistring Sparks ' He that to number all the Stars would seek ' Had need invent some new Arithmetique ' And who to cast that reck'ning takes in hand ' Had need for counters take the Oceans sand ' Yet have our wise and learned Elders found ' Foure-dozen Figures in the heau'nly Round ' For aid of memory and to our eyes ' In certaine Houses to divide the skies ' Of those are twelve in that rich Girdle grift ' Which God gave Nature for her New-yeares-Gift ' When making all his voyce Almighty most ' Gave so faire Lawes unto heav'ns shining hoast 'To weare it biar buckled over-thwart her ' Not round about her swelling waste to girt her ' This glorious Baldrick of a Golden tindge ' Imbost with Rubyes edged with Silver frindge ' Buckled with Gold with a Bond glistring bright ' Heav'ns biaz-wife environs day and night ' For from the period Where the Ram doth bring ' The day and night to equall ballancing ' Ninety degrees towards the North it wends ' Thence just as much toward Mid-heav'n it bonds ' As many thence toward the South and thence ' Toward th'yeares Portall the like difference ' Nephelian Crook horne with brasse Cornets crown'd ' Thou buttest bravely ' gainst the Newyears bound ' And richly clad in thy faâ—re Golden fleece ' Do'st hold the first house of heavens spacious Meese ' Thou spy'st anon the Bill behinde thy back ' Who least that fodder by the way he lack ' Seeing the world so naked to renew't ' Coats th'infant earth in a greene gallant sute ' And without Plough or Yoak doth freely fling ' Through fragrant pastures of the flowry spring ' The Twins whose heads Armes shoulders knees and feet ' God fill'd with Starres to shine in season sweet ' Contend in course who first the Bull should catch ' That neither will nor may attend their match ' Then Summers guide the Crab comes rowing soft ' With his eight Oares through the heav'ns azure loft 'To bring us yearely in his starry shell ' Many long dayes the shaggy earth to swell Almost with like pace leaps the Lyon out All clad with flames bristled with beames about Who with contagion of his burning breath Both Grasse and grain to cinders withereth The Virgin next sweeping heav'ns ature Globe With stately traine of her bright Golden robe Mild-proudly marching in her left hand brings A sheafe of Corne and in her right hand wings After the Maiden shines the Ballance bright Equall divider of the day and night In whose gold beam with three Gold rings there fastens With six Gold strings a paire of Golden basens The spitefull Scorpion next the Shale addrest With two bright Lamps covers his loathsome breast And fain from both ends with his double sting Would spet his venome over every thing But that the brave Halfe-horse Phylirean scout Galloping swift the heav'nly Belt about Ay fiercely threats with his flame-fethered arrow To shoot the sparkling starry viper thorough And th' hoary Centaure during all his race Is so attentive to this onely chase That dreadlesse of his dart heav'ns shining Kid Comes jumping light just at his heels unspid Mean while the Skinker from his starry spout After the Goate a silver streame pours-out Distilling still out of his radiant fire Rivers of water who but will admire In whose cleere channell mought at pleasure swim Those two bright Fishes that doe follow him But that the Torrent slides so swift away That it out-runs them ever even as they Out-run the Ram who ever them pursues And by returning yearely all renewes Besides these twelve towards the Artick side A flaming Dragon doth two-Beares divide After the Wainman comes the Crowne the Speare The kneeling Youth the Harpe the Hamperer Of th' hatefull Snake whether we call the same By Esculapius or Alcides name Swift Pegasus the Dolphin loving man Ioves stately Eagle and the silver Swan Andromeda with Cassiopea neere-her Her Father Cepheus and her Perseus deerer The shining Triangles Medusas Tresse And the bright Coach-man of Tindarides Toward th' other Pole Orion Eridanus The Whale the whelpe and hot breath'd Sirius The Hare the Hulke the Hydra and the Boule The Centaure Woolfe the Censer and the foule The twice foule Raven the Southern Fish and Crowne Through heav'ns bright Arches brandish up and downe Thus on this day working th' eight azure tent With Artlesse Art Divinely excellent Th' Almighties fingers fixed many a million Of Golden Scutchions in that rich Pavilion But in the rest under that glorious heav'n But one a peece unto the severall sev'n Least of these lamps the number-passing number Should mortall eyes with such confusion cumber That we should never in the cleerest night Stars divers course see or discerne aright And therefore also all the fixed Tapers He made to twinkle with such trembling Capers But the seven lights that wander under them Through various passage never shake a beam Or He perhaps made them not different But th' hoast of Sparks spred in the Firmament Far from our sense through distance infinite Seemes but to twinkle to our twinkling sight Whereas the rest neerer a thousand fold To th' earth and Sea wee doe more brim behold
to recover ' Whose shoares already my glad eyes discover ' Of all the beasts that this day God did build 'To haunt the hils the forrest and the fields ' I see as Viceroy of their brutish bend ' The Elephant the Vant-gard doth command ' Worthy that office whether we regard ' His towred backe where many souldiers ward ' Or else his prudence where withall he seemes ' Tobscure the wits of human-kinde some times ' Neer the Elephant comes th'horned Hirable ' Stream-troubling Camell and strong necked Bull ' The lazy-paced yet laborious Asse ' The quicke proud Courser which the rest doth passe ' For apt addresse Mars and his Master loving ' After his hand with ready lightnesse moving ' When out of hand will selfe advance and bound ' Corvet pace mannage turne and trot the round ' In a fresh troope the fearefull Hare I note ' The oblivious Coney and the brouzing Goat ' The slothfull Swine the golden fleeced sheepe ' The light-foot Hart that every yeere doth weepe ' But of all beasts none steadeth man so much ' As doth the Dog his diligence is such 'A faithfull guard a wachfull sentinell 'A painfull purvey'r that with perfect smell ' Prov des great Princes many a dainty messe 'A friend till death a helper in distresse ' Dread of the Wolfe feare of the fearefull thiefe ' Fierce combatant and of all hunters chiefe ' There skips the Squirrell seeming weatherwise ' Without beholding of heav'ns twinckling eyes ' For knowing well which way the wind will change ' He shifts the portal of his little grange ' There 's the wanton Weazel and the wily Fox ' The witty Monkey that mans actions mocks ' The sweat sweet Civet dearely fetcht from far ' For Courtiers nice past Indian Tarnassar ' There the wife Bever who pursu'd By foes ' Feares off his coolings and among them throwes ' Knowing the hunters on the Pontik heath ' Doe more desire that ransome than his death ' There the rough Hedgebog who to shun his thrall ' Shrinks up himselfe as round as any ball ' And fastning his slow feet under his chin ' On 's thistly brisles rowles him quickly in ' But th' eye of heav'n beholdeth nought more strange ' Than the Chamelion who with various change ' Receives the colour that each object gives ' And foodlesse else of th' ayre alonely lives ' Oh! who is he that would not be astound 'To be as I am here environ'd round ' With cruell'st creatures which for mastery ' Have vow'd against us endlesse enmity ' Phoebus would faint Alcides selfe would dread ' Although the first dread Python conquered ' And th' other vanquisht th' Erymanthian Boare ' The Nemean Lyon and a many more ' What strength of arme or artfull stratagem ' From Nile's fell rover could deliver them ' Who runs and towes warring by land and water ' Gainst men and fishes subject to his slaughter ' Or from that furious Dragon which alone ' set on a Roman army whereupon ' Stout Regulus as many engines spent ' As to the ground would Carâ—hage walls have rent ' What shot free Coâ—slet or what counsell crafty ' Gainst th' angry aspick could aslure them safety ' Who saithfull husband over hill and plaine ' Pursues the man that his deare Pheet hath slaine ' Whom he can find amid the thickest throng ' And in an instant venge him of his wrong ' What shield of Ajax could avoyd their death ' By th' Basilisk whose pestilenâ—iall breath ' Doth pierce firme Marble and whose banefull eye ' Wounds with a glance so that the soundest dye ' From Serpents scap'd yet am I scarce in safety ' Alas I see a Legion fierce and lofty ' Of Savages whose fleet and furious pace ' Whose horrid roaring and whose hideous face ' Make my senso senslesse and my speach restraine ' And cast me in my former feares againe ' Already howles the wastfull Wolfe the Boare ' Whets foamy fangs the hungry Beare doth roare ' The Cat-fac'd Ounce that doth me much dismay ' With grumbling horror threatens my decay ' The light foot Tigre spotted Leopard ' Foaming with fury doe besiege me hard ' Then th' Vnicorne th' Hyena tearing-tombs ' Swift Manticho's and Nubian Cephus comes ' Of which last three each hath as here they stand ' Man 's voyce man's visage man-like foot and hand ' I feare the beast bred in the bloody coast ' Of Cannibals which thousand times almost ' Re-whelps her whelps and in her tender womb ' She doth as oft her living brood retomb ' Then th'monstrous Porcupine there bids me battle ' On whose rough backe an hoast of pikes doth rattle ' But courage now here comes the valiant beast ' The noble Lyon King of all the rest ' Who bravely minded is as milde to those ' That yeeld to him as fierce unto his foes 'To humble Suitors neither sterne nor statefull 'To benefactors never found ingratefull ' There 's under Sun as Delphos God did show ' No better knowlege that our selves to know ' There is no theme more plentifull to scan ' Than is the glorious goodly frame of man ' For in mans selfe is fire ayre earth and Sea ' Man 's in a word the worlds Epitome ' Or little map which here my Muse would try ' By the grand paterne to exemplifie But my dull Muse shall not eclipse thy shine From whom I borrow all these words divine For I can little of mans nature speake But what I take from thy creation weake For here and there I take a little tast Of thy sweet Nectar my tart lines to cast In such a heav'nly smooth delicious mould As with the Word of God may firmely hold Due correspondence and make plaine to sense The wondrous workes of Gods Omnipotence ' Now God that supreame peerelesse Architect ' When of mere nothing he did first erect ' Heav'n earth and ayre and seas at once his thought ' His Word and deed all in an instant wrought ' But when he would his owne selfe 's type create ' Th' honour of nature th' earths sole potentate ' As if he would a councel hold he citeth ' His sacred power his prudence he inviteth ' Summons his love his justice he adjournes ' Calleth his goodnesse and his grace returnes 'To as it were consult about the birth ' And building of a second god of earth ' Or rather he consults with his owne Son ' His owne true pourtrait what proportion ' What gifts what grace what soule he should bestow ' Upon his Vice-roy of this Realme below But of 's particular parts I will not speake It is enough in this my borrowed weeke In generall to write a little story Of soule and bodies first created glory They that desire more of the same to know Learned Du Bartas will divinely show ' Th' Almighty Father as of watery matter ' It pleas'd him make the people of the water ' So of an earthly substance made he
heav'n and never lookes abroad ' That crownes not vertue and corrects not Vice ' Blind to our service deafe unto our sighs 'A Pagan Idoll voyd of power and Piety 'A sleeping Dormouse rather a dead Deity ' For though alas sometimes I cannot shun ' But some prophane thoughts in my mind will run ' I never thinke on God but I conceive ' Whence cordiall comforts Christians soules receive ' In God Care Counsell Justice Mercy Might 'To punish wrongs and Patronize the right ' Sith Man but Image of the Almightiest ' Without these gifts is not a man but Beast ' God is not sitting like some Earthly state ' In proud Theater him to recreate ' With curious objects of his eares and eyes ' Without disposing of the Comedies ' Content t' have made by his great word to move ' So many Radiant Stars to shine above ' And on each thing with his owne hand to draw ' The sacred text of an eternall Law ' Then bosoming his hand to let them slide ' With raines at will whether that Law shall guide ' Like one that lately having forc't some lake ' Through a new Channell a new course to take ' Takes no more care thenceforth to those effects ' But lets the streame run where the ditch directs ' The Lord our God wants neither diligence ' Nor love nor Care nor power nor providence ' Hee prov'd his power by making all of nought ' His diligence by ruling All he wrought ' His care in ending it in six dayes space ' His love in building it for Adams race ' Hâ—â— providence Maugre Times wastfull rages ' Preserving it so many yeares and Ages ' For O! how often had this goodly Ball ' By his owne greatnesse caus'd his proper fall ' How often had this world deceast except ' Gods mighty Armes had it upheld and kept ' God is the Soule the life the strength and sinnew ' That quickens moves and makes this frame continue ' God 's the maine spring that maketh every way ' All the small wheeles of this great Engin play ' God 's the strong Atlas whose unshrinking shoulders ' Have beene and are heav'ns heavy Globes upholders ' God makes the fountaines run continually ' The dayes and nights succeed incessantly ' The Seasons in their season he doth bring ' Summer and Autumn Winter and the Spring ' God make's th' earth fruitfull and he makes the earth's ' Large sides not yet faint for so many births ' God makes the Sun and Stars though wondrous hot ' That yet their heat themselves inflameth not ' And that their sparkling beams prevent not so ' With woefull flames the last great day of woe ' And that as mov'd with a contrary wrest ' They turne at once both North and East and West ' Heav'ns constant course his heast doth never break ' The floting water waiteth at his beck ' Th' Aire 's at his call the fire at his command ' The earth is his and there is nothing fam'd ' In all these kingdomes but is mov'd each houre ' With secret touch of his eternall power ' God is the Judge who keepes continuall Sessions ' In every place to punish all transgressions ' Who void of Ignorance and Avarice ' Not won with bribes nor wrested with device ' Sans feare or favour hate or partiall Zeale ' Pronounceth judgements that are past appeal ' Himselfe is judge Jury and witnesse too ' Well knowing what we all think speake or doe ' He sounds the deepest of the doublest heart ' Searcheth the Reins and sifteth every part He sees all secrets and his Lynx-like eye Yer it be thought doth every thought descry His sentence giv'n doth never prove in vaine For all that heav'n earth ayre and sea containe Serve him as Sergeants and the winged Legions That soar above the bright star-spangled Regions Are ever prest his powerfull ministers And lastly for his executioners Satan assisted with th' infernall band Stands ready still to finish his command God to be briefe is a good Artizan That to his purpose aptly mannage can Good or bad tools for for just punishment He armes our sins us sinners to torment And to prevent th'ungodly's plot sometime He makes his foes will nill they fight for him Though then the Lords deep wisdome to this day Worke in the worlds uncertaine certaine sway Yet must we credit that his hand compos'd All in six dayes and that he then repos'd By his example giving us behest On the seventh day for evermore to rest For God remembred that he made not man Of stone or steel or brasse Corinthian But lodg'd our soule in a fraâ—le earthen masse Thinner than water britler than the glasse He knowes our life is by nought sooner spent Than having still our minds and bodies bent A souldier that a season still hath laine Comes with more fury to the field againe Even so this body when to gather breath One day in sev'n at rest it sojourneth It recollects his powers and with more cheer Falls the next morrow to his first career But the chiefe end this precept ayms at is To quench in us the coals of covetize That while we rest from all prophaner arts Gods Spirit may worke in our retired hearts That we down-treading earthly cogitations May mount our thoughts to heav'nly meditations Following good Archers guize who shut one eye That they the better may their marke espie For by th' Almighty this great holy day Was not ordain'd to dance to maske and play To slug in sloth to lash out in delights And loose the reines to raging appetites To turne Gods feasts to filthy Lupercalls To frantike Orgies and fond Saturnalls To dâ—zle eyes with our vain-glorious splendor To serve strange gods or our ambition tender As the irreligion of loose times hath since Chang'd the prime Churches chaster innocence God would that men should in a certaine place This day assemble as before his face Tending an humble and attentive eare To learne his great names dear-dread loving-feare He would that there the faithfull Pastor should The Scriptures marrow from the bones unfold That we might touch with fingers as it were The sacred secrets that are hidden there For though the reading of those holy lines In private houses somewhat move our minds Doubtlesse the doctrine preach'd doth deeper pierce Proves more effectuall and more weight it bears He would that there in holy Psalmes we sing Shrill praise and thanks to our immortall King For all the liberall bounties he bestow'th On us and ours in soule and body both He would that there we should confesse his Christ Our only Saviour Prophet Prince and Priest Solemnizing with sober preparation His blessed seales of reconciliation And in his Name beg boldly what wee need After his will and be assur'd to speed Sith in th'exchequer of his clemency All goods of fortune foule and body ly He would this Sabbâ—th should a figure be Of the blest Sabbath of eternitie That the grand Iubile
the feast of feasts Sabbath of Sabbaths endlesse rest of rests He would this day our soule sequestered From busie thoughts of worldly cares should read In heav'ns bow'd arches and the elements His boundlesse bounty power and providence That every part may as a Master teach th'illiterate rules past a vulgar reach The world 's a Schole where in a generall story God alwayes reads dumb lectures of his glory The world 's a booke in Folio printed all With God's great works in Letters capitall Each creature is a page and each effect A faire character voyd of all defect Heare this dumb Doctor study in this booke Where day and night thou maist at pleasure looke And thereby learne uprightly how to live For every part doth speciall lessons give Even from the gilt studs of the firmament To the base centre of our element The reasons why the Sages on this day Doe place the Planet Saturne to beare sway Are most conspicuous hence I 'll show his birth Coelum begot him Vesta brought him forth He was produced of the earth and sky Being the foundation of the progeny Of heathen Gods as Pluto Neptune Iove And Venus her fairefelfe goddesse of Love The time he liv'd was call'd the golden age For earth brought fruit without the Plowes tillage Men peacefull were and did to rest repose But by his sonnes there much contention rose Ingenious Saturne Spouse of memory Father of th'age of gold though coldly dry Silent and sad bald hoary wrinckle faced Yet art the first amongst the Planets placed And thirty yeeres his leaden coach doth run Yer it arrive where his carere begun He governes Moores Monks and the antient Jewes Decrepid old men and all those that use To worke in Leacher earth or on a grave To show that mens desire is rest to have Therefore the use of this day shall be this To contemplate of heavens glorious blisse You heathen Poets henceforth let be dumb Your fabled praises of Elizium For the Almighty made his blissefull bowers Better far better than what 's fain'd of yours Your's but a shadow and a fabled story But this is perfect reall solid glory For never any eye nor eare nor heart Could see heare or perceive of the least part Of that great glory yet I doe admire How heathen men so highly should aspire For in their fained stories they suppose Strange blessings love on their just men bestowes Great Iove is he that rules the ayre and sky And is adorned with great Majesty In his right hand is the Amalthean horne But in his left thunder and furie 's borne He can command all other heathen gods Rewarding Vertue Vice correct with rods With thundring stormes he makes the earth to shake And in his fury Pluto's selfe to quake But in his clemency he powreth downe Sweet Honey Nectar Vertues head to crowne His palace he doth keepe in royall sort For all the Gods attend upon his court Pallas for wisdome Venus for beauties grace Mercury there for eloquence hath place Bacchus for joy Vulcan the fiery God For zeale for love Cupid hath there abode Pan and Apollo with their musique shrill Doe all heav'ns Court with blissefull pleasure fill Thus are Pandora's or the vertuous blest And live with Iove in a perpetuall rest But whither doe I run out of my story Thus to insist on heathens fâ—ined glory O! let me now with eye of faith behold A glorious city all of beaten gold The walls of Jasper and the gates shin'd bright Being twelve in number each a Margarit The streets and lanes were paved every one With gold inlaid with pearles and pretious stone There is no need of Sun or Moone or Star For Christs bright glory passeth all these far Who sits i' th midst and shineth cleare and bright There is no darknesse nor no dismall night And from Christs throne a stream of water cleare Doth flow as Christall and there doth appeare Upon each bancke the Tree of life to grow Which beares perpetuall fruit there is no wo No griefe nor sorrow nor the dreadfull feare Of death or danger as we live in here This Citie 's breadth and length both equall are Twelve thousand furlongs each it is foure square And there the Saints keep a perpetuall feast With joy and rest that cannot be exprest Thus is this happy place describ'd by Iohn In the last Tract of his blest vision By the most glorious things that we doe know The glorious blessednesse thereof to show Now learn'd Dwines say man by his creation Hath in three places his aboad and station The first is in a narrow darksome place The second 's in this faire worlds mantled face Coelum Empyreum is the last which is In life to come place of eternall blisse Now what proportion this life doth surpasse The life we had in that most narrow place The same and much more to the Saints are giv'n In that most glorious happy place call'd heav'n For this worlds globe compared to heav'n bright Is but a point a pricke voyd of true light So I conclude as this world doth exceed My mothers wombe wherein shee did me breed For beauty pleasure joy delight and blisse So doth that palace far surmount all this And as a living man in wit and strength Beauty and learning bodies breadth and length Doth farre exceed a childe in 's mothers belly So and much more Saints in this royall City Doe far excell men on this earthly stâ—tion In beauty knowledge and in true salvation And as great horror would a Saint be in To come from heav'n to earth to live in sin As a man growne would feare to goe againe Into his mothers womb there to remaine And as the nine moneths there compar'd unto An old mans life is little even so And more Eternity doth passe all time That men here live why should I then thus rime To make conjecture what the learned are Ignorant of and I in wit am bare Therefore I 'll leave to speake of this blest place And view the jewels in this golden case First there 's the presence of the Lord of hoastâ— I meane the Father Sonne and holy Ghost The Fathers Majesty and glorious might And Christ at 's right hand deckt with wondrous light The Spirit in milk white robes of sanctity One God in three and three in unity On either side a quier of Angels sings Archangels Cherubins and Seraphins The soules of righteous men and blessed Saints Apostles Prophets Martyrs Innocents There shall appeare with crownes upon their heads For their victorious acts and worthy deeds These keepe a Sabbath in eternall iest Such glorious joy can never be exprest There 's rest no toyle there 's joy without all paine Peace without strife content that is not vaine There 's safety without feare blisse without end O! that God would my poore soule thither send For here I labour and have seldome peace Content's a rare thing vaine lasts never cease But there I should hold a perpetuall feast Sing such a sacred song as heav'n likes best Weare such a crowne as never should decay Possesse a dwelling that ne'r falls away Fully enjoy God and see his bright face Whose presence onely makes a happy place Therefore the godly say it is small paine Hell torments to endure this to obtaine Therefore I humbly pray I may so here Upon the earth live that I may appeare After my soule hath put off's mortall case Pure and unspotted in this resting place 〈◊〉 should I truly keepe a Sabbath day And in bright glory ever rest for ay 〈◊〉 with the Prophets and Apostles zealous 〈◊〉 Constant Martyrs and our Christian fellowes 〈◊〉 faithfull servants and his chosen sheepe 〈…〉 w'n I hope within short time to keepe FINIS