with as great an ease Send thee more wastfull vermin if he please Perchance 't is grounded kneded and what though Gods Curse is often temper'd with the Dough Beleeve 't the fruits of all thy toyle is mine Vntill they be enjoy'd as much as thine But now t' has fed thee Is thy soule at rest Perchance thy stomack 's dainty to digest No if heav'ns following favour doe not last From the first Furrow to the very Tast Thy labour 's lost The Bread of all thy travill Without that blessing feeds no more then Gravill Now wastfull Man thou mayst repose againe That Modell of Gods Prov'dence and thy paine That bitt of Bread And if thy Dog should fawne Vpon thy lappe let not so deare a Pawne Of greater plenty be contemn'd and lost Remember how it came and what it cost 54. On Faith and Reason TRue Faith and Reason are the Soules two Eyes Faith evermore lookes upward and discryes Objects remote but Reason can discover Things onely neere sees nothing that 's above her They are not Matches Often disagree And sometimes both are clos'd and neither see Faith viewes the Sun and Reason but the shade T'one courts the Mistresse t'other wooes the Maide That fees the Fire This only but the Flint The true-bred Christian alwayes lookes asquint 55. On Carnall Mirth VVHo seeks to quench by help of Carnal frends Those fiery Errants that the consciēce sends Redeemes his Peace but with a further spoyle Drinks in a Fever quenches Fyre with Oyle Lord if thou strike my Conscience and that Me I will expect and trust no Friend but Thee 56. On Prayer PRayre's like a Vapour fum'd from earth that flyes To th' Gates of Heav'n It never rotts i th' Skyes If Faith and it be joyn'd it will obtaine And melt into a first and later Raine If Faith forsake her and they part in sunder It falls in Thunderbolts at least in Thunder 57. On ANNA VVHat faithfull Anna by her Teares had done Deserv'd the double duty of a Son She was a double Parent pleas'd to doe A double Office bore and got him too Thus Samuel was It was lesse strange then rare Borne of her Body gotten by her Prayer 58. On a Gift NO losse to give to thee the gift is more Our owne being giv'n great God then 't was before 59. On my selfe IF Righteous Ely was not vengeance-free How shall I scape He was a Saint to me Nay Lord how would my heart comfort faile If I should weigh thy Mercies in our Scale 60. On Iustification and Sanctification LOrd thou hast promis'd in and for thy Christ To sanctifie where ere thou Iustifi'st Lord all my Evils are Iustifi'd in thee Lord let those Evils be sanctifi'd to me 61. On Mans Love WHen think we Lord on thee when we doe How feeble are our thoughts sinfull too How basely doe our crooked Soules engage Themselves to heav'n We make thy Glory Page To our Salvation Mans more servile heart Loves what he 'd have thee Lord not what thou art This is the very best of Man wherein W' are apt to think we merit more then Sin But there 's a baser Love Our chiefe respects Have meere relation to our owne Defects Like Dogs we fawne upon our Masters Lapps With dirty feet and only love for Scrapps But there 's a baser yet We love for feare Finding like Kain more then we can beare And were it not for shame our hearts would be As warme to Sathan as great God to Thee But there 's a baser yet And baser none We love thee to be lov'd of man alone We force a Zeale usurpe the name of Pure That we may sin more closely more secure We love thee onely to abuse thee just As Whores love Husbands but to cloke their lust How art thou martyr'd in our lustfull Fyres How made a Stale to catch our wilde desires Lord I will love as farre as lyes in me Thee for thy selfe and all things else in Thee 62. On filiall love and servile THey 'r not alike although alike appeare T'one feares for love The other loves for Feare 63. On Grapes IT is receiv'd That seed of Grapes being sowne Brings forth degenerate Clusters or else none But Stocks being grafted prove a fruitfull Vine Whose pleasing Berries yeeld a generous wine We are thy Vineyard Lord These Grapes of our By Nature are degenerous and sower But if thou please to graft us we shall beare Delicious fruit which being prest shall cheare The hearts of Angels and that blessed Trine Of perfect glory with their sprightly Wine 64. On Ioy and Griefe LOrd if my Griefes were not oppos'd with Ioy They would destroy And if my Mirth were not allaid with Sadnesse It would be Madnesse While this with that or that with this contends They 're both my Friends But when these happy Wars doe chance to cease I have no peace The more my earthly Passions doe contest The more my heavenly ' Affections are at rest 65. On Doves and Serpents WE must have Doves and Serpents in our heart But how they must be marshall'd there 's the Art They must agree and not be farre asunder The Dove must hold the wily Serpent under Their natures teach what places they must keepe The Dove can flye the Serpent onely creepe 66. On Christ and our selves I Wish a greater knowledge then t' attaine The knowledge of my selfe A greater Gaine Then to augment my selfe A greater Treasure Then to enjoy my selfe A greater Pleasure Then to content my selfe How slight and vaine Is all selfe-Knowledge Pleasure Treasure Gaine Vnlesse my better knowledge could retrive My Christ unlesse my better Gaine could thrive In Christ unlesse my better Wealth grow rich In Christ unlesse my better Pleasure pitch On Christ Or else my Knowledge will proclaime To my owne heart how ignorant I am Or else my Gaine so ill improv'd will shame My Trade and shew how much declin'd I am Or else my Treasure will but blurre my name With Bankrupt and divulge how poore I am Or else my Pleasures that so much inflame My thoughts will blabb how full of fores I am Lord keepe me from my selfe 'T is best for me Never to owne my selfe if not in Thee 67. On Man AT our Creation but the Word was said And we were made No sooner were but our false hearts did swell With Pride and fell How slight is Man At what an easie cost Hee 's made and lost 68. On Death WE all are going to the selfe same Place We only differ in our Way our Pase One treads the common Roade of Age Another Travels directed by the hand os's Brother Some crosse the Waves perchance the neerer way Some by the winged Shaft that flyes by Day Some ride on Feavers others beat the hoofe With horses in their hands and make a proofe Of their owne strrngth Others more fairely pase On beds of Downe some ride a speedy race On hot-mouthd Surfeits emulous for the Cup
t'enhaunce His price a little So much undâ—rfoot Well might he give him Bread and drink to boot An easie price The case is even our owne For toyes we often sell our Heaven our Crowne 59. On Esau. WHat hast thou done Nay what shal Esau do Lost both his Birthright and his Blessing too What hath poore Esau left but empty teares And Plaints that cannot reach the old mans eares What with thy Fathers Diet and thine owne Thy Birthright's aliend and thy Blessing 's gone How does one mischiefe overtake an other In both how overtaken by a Brother Could thy imperious stomack but have stay'd And if thy Fathers had not bin delay'd Thou had'st not need have wept and pleaded so But kept thy Birthright and thy Blessing too Had thy unprosp'rous thy unlucky hand Dispatch'd thy Venz'on as it did thy Land Thy sorrowes had not made so great a Heape That had not bin so deare nor this so cheape Had thine given place but to thy Fathers will Thad'st had thy Birthright and thy Blessing still 60. On the absence of a blessing THe blessing gon what do's there now remaine Esau's offended Iacob must be slaine The heart of man once emptyed of a Grace How soone the Devill jostles in the place 61. On the younger Brother I Know the Elder and the Yonger too Are both alike to God Nor one nor other Can plead their yeares But yet we often doe Observe the Blessing 's on the yonger Brother The Scripture notes it but does spare to show A reason therefore I despaire to know 62. On Kain BEfore that Monster spilt his Brothers blood W'â—re sure the fourth part of the world was good O what a dearth of goodnes did there grow When the Fourth part was murd'red at a blow 63. On the righteous Man PRomise is dâ—tt And Det implyes a payment How can the righteous then dout food raymeÌ„t 63. On Faith Love and Charity BY nature Faith is fiery and it tends Still upward Love by native course descends But Charity whose nature doth confound And mixe the former two moves ever round Lord let thy Love descend and then the Fire Of sprightly Faith shall kindle and aspire O then my circling Charity shall move In proper motion mixt of Faith and Love 64. On Iacobs Pillow THe Bed was Earth The raised Pillow Stones Whereon poore Iacob rests his head his Bones Heav'n was his Canopy The Shades of night Were his drawne Curtaines to exclude the Light Poore State for Isacks heyre It seemes to me His Cattell found as soft a Bed as Hee Yet God appeared there his Ioy his Crowne God is not alway seene in Beds of Doune O if that God shall please to make my Bed I care not where I rest my Bones my Head With Thee my wants can never proove extreame With Iacobs Pillow give me Iacobs Dreame 65. On Faith FAith do's acknowledge Gifts altho we have not It keepes unseene those Sins Confession hid not It makes us to enjoy the Goods we have not It counts as done those pious deeds we did not It workes endowes it freely â—accepts it hides What Grace is absent where true Faith abides 66 On Zacheus ME thinks I see with what a busie hast Zacheus climb'd the Tree But O how fast How full of speed canst thou imagine when Our Saviour call'd he powder'd downe agen He ne'r made tryall if the boughes were sound Or rotten nor how far 't was to the ground There was no danger fear'd At such a Call Hee 'l venture nothing that dare feare a fall Needs must he downe by such a Spirit driven Nor could he fall unlesse he fell to Heaven Downe came Zacheus ravisht from the Tree Bird that was shot ne'r dropt so quicke as he 67. On the Thiefe and Slanderer THe Thiefe and Sland'rer are almost the same T'one steales my goods the tother my good name T'one lives in scorâ—e the other dies in shame 68. On Abramâ— pleading for Sodome HOw loth was righteous Abraham to cease To beat the price of lustfull Sâ—doms peace Marke how his holy boldnesse intercepts Gods Iustice Brings his Mercy downe by steps He dare not bid so few as Ten at first Nor yet from Fifty righteous persons durst His Zeale on sudden make too great a fall Although he wisht salvation to them all Great God Thy dying Son has pow'r to cleare A world of sinnes that one shall noâ— appeare Before thine angry eyes What wonder then To see thee fall from Fifty downe to Ten 69. On Mans goodnesse THy hand great God created all things good But Man rebell'd and in defiance stood Against his owne Creation and did staine Nay lost that goodnesse which the Beasts retaine What â—ap ha's Man poore Man above the rest That hath lesse goodnesse left him then a Beast 70. On Zacheus SHort-legg'd Zacheuâ— 'T was the happiest Tree That ever mortall climb'd I meane to Thee Thy paynes in going up receiv'd the Crowne Of all thy labour at thy comming downe Thy Statures lownesse gave thee faire occasion To mount that Tree that Tree to find Salvation But was 't the Tree Zacheus No t' was Hee Whose bleeding Body dy'd upon the Tree 71. On the Roman Turke and Atheist THe Roman worships God upon the wall The Turke a false God Th' Atheist none at all 72. On Babels Building GReat God no sooner borne but we begin Babels accurs'd Foundation by our Sin Our thoughts our words our deeds are ever yeelding The sad materials of our sinfull Building Should not thy Grace prevent it it would even Rise and rise up untill it reach'd to heaven Lord ere our Building shall begin to show Confound our Language and our Building too 73. On the Theife and the Lyer THe Lyer and the Thiefe have one Vocation Their difference is but only in their Fashion They both deceive but diversly proceed The first deceives by Word the last by Deed. 74. On the Egyptians Famine MArke but the course the pin'de Egyptians run When all their coyn when all their corn is done They come to Ioseph and their stomacks plead They chaÌ„ge their beasts for corn their flocks for bread Yet still they want Observe what now they doe They give their Lands and yeeld their Bodies too Now they have Corne enough and now they shall Have seed to sow their barren soyle withall Provided that the fiâ—t of their encrease Be Pharoe's Now their stomacks are at peace Thus when the Famine of the Word shall strike Our hungry Soules our Soules must doe the like We first must part with as by their directions Our Flocks our Beasts our Bestiall Affections When they are gone what then must Sinners doe Give up their Lands their Soules and Bodies too O then our hearts shall be refresht and fed Wee shall have seed to sowe and present Bread Allowing but the fift of our encrease Wee shall have plenty and our soules have peace How art thou pleasâ—d good God that Man shold live How slow art
Compleat Without Degrees Eternall without space Of time At all times Present without Place Think thus And wheÌ„ thy thoughts can sore no higher Stay there Stand humbly silent and admire 97. On Faith HE that wants Faith and apprehends a Griefe Because he wants it hath a true Beliefe And he that grieves because his griefe 's so small H 'as a true Griefe and the best Faith of all 98. On Mans Folly IDeots and Sense-bound Lunaticks discerne 'Twixt Salt and Suger very Babes will learne To know a Counter from the currant Coyne Bruit Beasts by ' Instinct of Nature will decline Th'alluring Bait and sense-beguiling Snare Though that seeme ne'r so sweet this ne'r so faire Yet Man heav'ns greatest Master-piece will chuse What Fooles and Mad-men Beasts and Babes refuse Delights in dangerous Pleasures and beneath The name of Ioyes pleases himselfe to death 99. On Glory THat Saint in Heav'n whose Glory is the least Has ev'n as perfect Glory as the best There 's no Degrees but in a finite Treasure No difference 'twixt Pauls glory mine but measure 100. On Reward WHen holy Scriptures mention the Rewarding Of works we read not For but stil According The end of the third Booke DIVINE FANCIES The fourth Booke 1. A Good Morrow T Is day Vnfold thine Armes Arise and rouze Thy leaden Spirits and pay thy Mcrning Vowes Send up thy Incense Let her early smoke Renew that League thy very dreames have broke Then mayst thou worke or play Nothing shall be Displeasing to thy God that pleases thee 2. A Good-night CLose now thine eyes and rest secure Thy Soule is safe enough thy Body sure He that loves thee he that keepes And guards thee never slumbers never sleepes The smiling Conscience in a sleeping brest Has onely peace has onely rest The musicke and the mirth of Kings Are all but very Discords when she sings Then close thine Eyes and rest secure No Sleepe so sweet as thine no rest so sure 3. On a Printing-House THe world 's a Printing-house our words our thoughts Our deeds are Characters of sev'rall sizes Each Soule is a Compos'ter of whose saults The Levits are Correctors Heav'n revises Death is the common Press from whence being driveÌ„ W' are gathered Sheet by Sheet bound for Heaven 4. A Dialogue betweene GABRIEL and MARY GABRIEL HAile blessed Mary MA What celestial tongue Cals sinfull Mary blessed GAB It is I MA. Who art thou GA. I am Gabriel that belong To the high Quire of Heaven MA. I faint I dye GA. Feare not sweet Virgin all the Earth shall be Son Made debters to thy Womb and blest in Thee MA. How Lord GA Thy Virgin womb shal beare a That shal redeem the world MA. My Lord how can Such wonders come to passe such things be done By a poore Virgin never knowne by Man GA. The holy Ghost at his appointed howre Shall make thee pregnant by his sacred powre MA. Wonder of wonders GA. At whose height the Quire Of heav'n stand ravisht tremble admire MA. O may it be according to thy Word GA. Before that twice five Moons compleated be Thou shalt be knowne the Mother of our Lord And thou shalt dance thy Saviour on thy knee MA. Both heav'n earth shall triumph the frame Of hell shall tremble at Maria's name GA. All Ages past and present and to come Shall joy in Mary and in Marye's wombe 5 On RHEMVS IF Heav'n would please to purge thy Soule as well As Rome thy purse thou needst not feare a Hell 6. On the life of Man MAns day 's a Song compos'd by th'great Musition Full of harmonious Ayres and dainty choyce But spoyld with Discords and too much Division Abus'd and lost for want of skill and voyce We misse our Rests and we neglect our Graces Our life the Trebble and our death the Base is 7. On MARY FOure Marye's are eterniz'd for their worth Our Saviour found out three our Charls the fourth 8. On the Church LEt not thy blacknesse moove thee to despaire Black Women are belov'd of men that 's faire What if thy hayre her flaxen brightnes lack Thy face is comely though thy Brow be black 9. On the two Essences GOds sacred Essence represents the bright And glorious body of the greater light 'T is perfect hath a Being of her owne Giving to all receiving light from none Mans Essence represents the borrowed light And feeble luster of the Lampe of night Her Rayes are faint and her Reflection thin Distain'd with nat'rall blemishes within Inconstant various having of her owne No light at all or light as good as none When too much earth shall interpose and slipps Betwixt these Lights our soules are in th' Eclips 10. On our Saviours Passion THe earth did tremble and heav'ns closed eye Was loth to see the Lord of Glory dye The Skyes were clad in mourning the Spheares Forgat their harmony The Clouds dropt teares Th' ambitious Dead arose to give him roome And ev'ry Grave did gape to be his Tombe Th' affrighted heav'ns sent down elegious Thunder The Worlds Foundation loos'd to lose their Founder Th' impatient Temple rent her Vaile in two To teach our hearts what our sad hearts should do Shall senslesse things doe this and shall not I Melt one poore drop to see my Saviour dye Drill forth my Teares and trickle one by one Till you have pâ—irc'd this heart of mine this Stone 11. On PETER VVHat luck had Peter For he tooke a Fish That stor'd his purse as well as fill'd his dish Whose bounty did inrich as well as feed him But they are better Fishers that succeed him He catcht by chance These catch the like by skill He catcht but once These catch them when they will They cast their Angles into better Seas Their bayts are only for such Fish as these Brave sport and full of curious pleasure Come There is no Fishing to the Sea of Rome 12. On HERODIAS I 'Le tell thee Light-skirts whosoever taught Thy feet to dance thy dancing had a Fault Thou 'lt find it deare Herodias if thou do'st Compare thy pen'worth with the price it cost 13. On Faith and Hope HOw much the stronger Hopes on life relye So much the weaker is my Faith to dye 14. On Water and Wine THe happy diff'rence and sweet change of life When a chast Virgin turnes a loyall Wife Our blessed Lord in Cana did divine And turnd cold Water into lusty Wine 15. On Age. HOw fresh blood dotes O how green Youth delires It most disdaines the thing it most desires 16. On a Figg-tree A Christian's like a Figg-tree that does beare Fruit greene or ripe or blossomes all the yeare No wonder then our Saviour curst that Tree Figg-trees are alwayes dead where no Figgs be 17. On RHEMVS RHemus upon a time I heard thee tell A Wall divideth Purgatory ' and Hell And that a gold-bought Masse will cleare th' offence That brought us thither and redeeme us thence Ah
Each Soule that 's damned is a Brand of fire To make Hell so much hotter And the nigher In blood or love they be that are tormented The more their paines torments are augmented No wonder then if Dives did desire His Brothers might have warning of that Fire 16. On outward shew IVdge not that Field because 't is Stubble Nor Him that 's poore and full of trouble Though t'one looke bare the tother thin Judge not Their Treasure is within 17. On the reading of the Scriptures IN reading of the Sacred Writt beware Thou climbe no Stile when as a Gapp stands faire 18. On the life of Man OVr Life 's the Modell of a Winters Day Our Soule 's the Sun whose faint and feeble Ray Gives our Earth light a light but weak at strongest But low at highest very short at longest The childish Teares that from our eyes doe passe Is like the Dew that pearls the morning grasse When as our Sun is but an hower high We goe to Schoole to learne are whipt and cry We truant up and downe we make a spoyle Of precious Time and sport in our owne Toyle Our Bed's the quiet Grave wherein we lay Our weary Bodyes tyred with the Day The early Trumpet like the Morning Bell Calls to account where they that have learnd well Shall find Reward And such as have mis-pent Their Time shall reape an earned punishment No wonder then to see the Sluggards eyes So loath to goe to Bed so loth to rise 19. On the Crowing of a Cocke THe Crowing of a Cocke doth oft foreshow A change of Weather Peter found it so The Cocke no sooner crew but by and by He found a Change of weather in his eye T 's an easie thing to say aâ—d to sweare too Wee 'l dye for Christ but t is as hard to doe 20. On Mammon MAmmon's growne rich Does Mammon boast of that The Stalled Oxe as well may boast Hee 's fat 21. On Church-contemners THose Church-contemners that can easily waigh The profit of a Sermon with a Play Whose testy stomacks can digest as well A profer'd Injury as a Sermon-bell That say unwonted Pray'rs with the like wills As queazy Patients take their loathed Pills To what extremity would they be driven If God in Iudgement should but give them Heaven 22. On Morus HE is no Flemming For he cannot Swill No Roman for his stomacke 's fleshly still He cannot be a Iew he was baptiz'd Nor yet a Gentile he was circumciz'd He is no True man for he lyes a trot Prophane he is not for he sweares ye not What is he then One Feast without a Bill Shall make him all or which of all ye will 23. On the Hypocrite NO mans condition is so base as his None more accurs'd than he For Man esteemes Him hatefull 'cause he seemes not what hee is God hates him 'cause he is not what he seemes What griefe is absent or what mischiefe can Bâ— added to the hate of God and Man 24. On a Pilgrime THe weary Pilgrime oft doth aske and know How farre hee 's come how far he has to goâ— His way is tedious and his hart 's opprest And his desier is to be at Rest Our life 's a Wayfare yet fond Man delaies T'enquier out the number of his Daies He cares not He how slow his howers spend His Iourney 's better then his Iournies end 25. On the Needle of a Sun-diall BEhold this needle when the Arctick sâ—one Hath toucht it how it trembles vp and downe Hunts for the Pole and cannot be possest Of peace untill it finde that poynt that rest Such is the heart of Man which when it hath Attayn'd the vertue of a lively faith It findes no rest on earth makes no abode In any Object but his heav'n his God 26. On Afffiction WHen thou afflict'st me Lord if I repine I show my selfe to be mine owne not thine 27. On a Sun-dyall GOe light a Candle By that light make tryall How the night spends it selfe by the Sun-dyall Goe search the Scripture Lâ—bour to increase In the diviner knowledge of thy Peace By thy owne light derived from thy mother Thou maist as easâ—ly doe the one as t'other 28. On PETER VVHen walking Peter was about to sinck Into the sea In what a case d' ye thinke H 'ad bin if he had trusted his complaint To th' intercession of some helpfull Saint Beleeve it if Romes doctrine had bin sound And soundly follow'd Peter had bin drown'd 29 On Merits FIe Rome's abus'd Can any be thought able To merit heaven by workes T is a meere fable If so stout Rome had never bin so faint To move her suit by a Collaterall Saint 30. On Servio SErvio serves God Servio has bare relation Not to Gods Glory but his owne salvation Servio serves God for life Servio t is well Servio may finde the cooler place in Hell 31. A Soliloquie WHere shall I find my God! O where O where Shall I direct my steps to finde him there Shall I make search in swelling Baggs of Coyne Ah no For God and Mammon cannot joyne Doe Beds of Down containe this heavenly stranger No no Hee 's rather cradled in some Manger Dwells he in wisedome Is he gone that rode No no Mans wisedome's foolishnes with God Or hath some new Plantation yet unknown Made him their King adorn'd him with their Crowne No no the kingdomes of the earth thinke scorne T' adorne his Browes with any Crown but Thorne Where shall I trace or where shall I go winde him My Lord is gone and O! I cannot finde him I le ransack the dark Dungeons I le enquire Into the Furnace after the sev'nth fire I le seeke in Daniels Den and in Pauls prison I le search his Grave and see if he be risen I le goe to th' house of mourning and I le call At every Almes-abused Hospitall I le goe and aske the widow that 's opprest The heavy laden that enquiers rest Ilâ— search the Corners of all broken hearts The wounded Conscience and the soule that smarts The contrite spirit fill'd with filiall feare I there he is and no where else but there Spare not to scourge they pleasure O my God So I may finde thy presâ—nce with thy Rod. 32. On Daniel in the Den. FIerce Lyons roaring for their prey and then Daniel throwne in And Daniel yet remaine Alive There was a Lyon in the Denne Was Daniels friend or Daniel had bin slaine Among ten thousand Lyons I de not feare Had I but only Daniels Lyon there 23. On those that deserve it O When our Clergie at the dreadfull Day Shal make their Audit when the Iudge shal say Give your accompts What have my Lambs bin fed Say doe they all stand sound Is there none dead By your defaults come shepheards bring them forth That I may crowne your labours in their worth O what an answer will be given by some We have bin silenc'd Canons strucke us dumbe The
thou to take how free to give 75. On Zacheus WEll climb'd Zacheus 'T was a step well given FroÌ„ hence toth Tree froÌ„ the Tree to HeaveÌ„ 76. On the Plough-man I Heare the whistling Plough-man all day long Sweetning his labour with a chearefull song His Bed's a Pad of Straw His dyet course In both he fares not better then his Horse He seldome slakes his thirst but from the Pumpe And yet his heart is blithe his visage plumpe His thoughts are nere acquainted with such things As Griefes or Feares He onely sweats and sings When as the Landed Lord that cannot dine Without a Qualme if not refresht with Wine That cannot judge that controverted case 'Twixt meat mouth without the Bribe of Sauce That claimes the service to the purest linnen To pamper and to shroud his dainty skin in Groanes out his dayes in lab'ring to appease The rage of either Buisnes or Disease Alas his silken Robes his costly Diet Can lend a little pleasure but no Quiet The untold summes of his descended wealth Can give his Body plenty but not Health The one in Paynes and want possesses all T'other in Plenty findes no peace at all 'T is strange And yet the cause is easly knowne Tone's at Gods finding t'other at his owne 77. On a happy Kingdome THat Kingdome and none other happy is Where Moses and his Aarâ—n meet and kisse 78. On Gods appearance to Moses Gâ—â— first appeard â—o Moses in the Myre The next time he appeard hâ—appeard in Fire The third time he was knowne to Moses eye Vpon mount Sinai cloath'd in Maiestie Thrice God appeares to Man first â—allowing in His â—oule pollution and base Myre of Sin And like to Pharoes daughter do'es bemone Our helplesse State and drawes us for his owne The next â—ime he â—ppeares in Fyre whose bright And gentle flames consume not but give light It is the Fire of Grace where man is bound To d'off his Shâ—â—â—s because 't is holy ground The last apparance shall be in that Mount Where every Soule shall render an Account Of good or evill where all things Transitory Shall cease Grace be crownd with perfect Glory 79. On Gods Law Thy Sacred Law O God Is like to MOâ—ES â—odâ— If wee 〈◊〉 iâ— iâ— our hand It will doe Wonders in the Land If wee sleight and throw it to the Ground 'T will 〈…〉 A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure Nor salve untill the Brazen Serpent cure I wish not Lord thou sholdsâ— â—ithold it Nor wold I have it and not hold it O â—each me theâ—â— my God To handle MOSâ—S Rod. 80. On Pharoâ—â—s bâ—icke OVr God 's not like to Phaâ—oâ— to require His 〈…〉 for Fiâ—e His workemen wanted Straw and yet were lasht For not performance We have Straw unthrasht Yet we are idlâ— and we wâ—â—ch and kicke Against our Burthens and returne no Bricke We spend our 〈…〉 the Sâ—ablâ— And then we cry Alas Wâ— are not able Thinke not on Israâ—ls sufferings in that day When thy offended Justice shall repay Our laboâ—â— Lord when 〈…〉 Thinke 〈◊〉 was a Tyrant Thou a â—od 81. On the insaâ—iablenesse of Mans heart THis Globe of earth ha's not the pow'r to fill The Heart of Man but it desiâ—rs still By him that seekes the Cause is easly found The Heart 's Triangular The Earth is Round He may be full but never to the brim Be fillâ—d with Earth till earth be fill'd with him 82. On Pharoe's â—ard-heartednes PLagâ—es after Plagues And yet not Pharoh yeeld T' enlarge poore Israel Was thy heart so steel'd Rebellious Tyrant that it dare withstand The oft repeated Iudgements of Heav'ns hand Could neither Mercies oyle nor Iudgements thunder Dissolve nor breake thy â—linty heart in sunder No no what Sun beames soften not they harden Purpos'd Rebellions are asleepe to Pardon 83. On the change of Pharoe's fortunes OBserve what peace great Pharo's kingdom found while Ioseph liv'd what blessiâ—gsâ—round â—round His happy dayes Heav'ns plague-infâ—icting hand Was then a stranger to his peacefull Land Peace was entâ—yl'd upon his Royall Thronâ— His Land had Plenty when the World had none His full desiers over-flowd their Brim Favoâ—rs camâ— downe unaskâ—t unsought by him His Scepter florish'd from a God unknownâ— No need to troâ—ble any of his owne While Ioseph liv'd his Blessings had no end That God was his whil'st he was Iosephs Frend These temp'rall Blessings heav'n doth often share Vnto the wicked at the Good-mans Prayer But Ioseph dyes And Iosâ—phs Sons must fall Beneath their Burthens and be scourg'd withall Whilst Tyrant Pharoh's more severer hand Keeps them laborious Pris'ners in his Land God oft permits his Children to be hurld Into distresse to weane them from the world But Pharohs Blessings alter with his Brow The budding Scepter 's turn'd a Serpent now His Land must groan her plagues must still encrease Till Iacobs Off-spring shall find Iacobs peace Gods Children are the Apples of his Eye Whose touch is death if beeing toucht they cry Now Tyrant Pharoh dares no longer chuse Israel must goe Pharoh repents pursues Pharoh wants Brick Pharoh ere long I feare Will find the purchase of his Brick too deare Moses holds forth his Rod The Seas divide The Waves are turn'd to Walls on either side They passe secure Pharoh pursues them still God leaves his Children to the brunt of Ill The Chariot Wheeles flye off the Harnesse cracks One wants a Nayle the next a Hammer lacks How Man is cross'd and puzzel'd in that Plot Where Heav'n denyes successe and prospers not Moses holds forth his Rod The Easterne wind Calls backe the Tydes The parted Waters ioynd And overwhelmd great Pharo and Pharoes Host None scap'd to â—ell the newes All drownd and lost Thus thrives Rebellion Plagues nor doing good Oft-times conclude their Ceremony in Blood Thus hardned hearts grow more and more obdure And Heav'n cuts off when Earth is most secure 84. On the first bornâ— THe Firâ—â— Borne of th' Egyptians all were slaine From him that holds the Scepter to the Swayne But all that are First-borne in Israel be Accepted Lord and sanctiâ—ied to Thee Thy lookes are always turn'd upon the Prime Of all our Actions Words our thoughts our time Thy pleased Eye is fixt upon the First And from the Womb w' are thine or else accurst 85. On baptized Infants I Dare not judge those Iudgements ill advis'd That hold such Infants saâ—'d as dye baptiz'd What hinders Life Originall hath bin New wasâ—t away There 's yet no Actuall Sin Death is th' Effect of Sin The Cause being gon What ground is lefâ— for Death to worke upon I know not But of Israels sons 't is found Moses was sav'd I read that none was drownd 86. On the grumbling Israelites NO sooner out but grumble Is the Brick So soone forgotten 'T is a common trick Serve God in Plenty Egypt can doe thus No thankes to serve our God when God serves us Some sullen Curres when they perceive a Bone
Her thoughts approve The last for present wealth the first for love Both may not be enjoy'd Her heart must smother Her love to one if she affect the other Ah silly Virgin Is the choyce so hard In two extreames Can thy weake thoughts reward Two so unequall with a like Respect Knowst thou not which to slight which t' affect Submit to better judgement and advise With thy best Friend O trust not thine owne eyes This last that seemes so pleasant so acute Is but a Slave drest in his Lords old Suite He brags of Glory and of Princely Power When he is kickt and baffled every hower The Treasure that he boasts is not his owne He basely stole it and the Theft is knowne For which he is arraign'd condemn'd to th'paines Of death His sentence is to hang in Chaines His plott's to bring thee in as deepe as He Beleeve 't It is thy Blood he seekes not Thee The Bribes he gave thee are but stolne Fond Girle Discard those Bracelets and disclaime that Pearle The first whose oft repeated knocks did crave Admittance was the Lord to that base slave His Faith is loyall and as firme his Vow To him his life 's not halfe so deare as thou That wealth that honour that dissembled power That pleasant Pesant offer'd as a Dower Is that faire Lords Nor peace nor pow'râ—or â—or wealth Can any challenge from him but by stealth Match there my Soule and let thy sacred Vowes Plight holy Contracts with so sweet a Spouse His left hand 's full of treasure And his right Of peace and honour and unknowne delight Hee 'l give thee wealth and in that wealth content For present meanes And when thy Glasse has spent Her latest Sand that Time untransitory Thy dayes a Joynture of Eternall Glory 46. On the old and new Garment NEw Garments being brought who is 't that would Not scorne to live a Pris'ner to the Old Yet though our boâ—nteous Saviour at his cost Presents us new we love the old ones most Alas they pinch us O they sit too strait They are too combersome too great a waight No no the old were too too light too great So we have ease we care not to be neat Like tyred Jades our better wils repayre To a foule Stable then t' a Rodâ— that 's faire 47. On Mans co-operation WE are not Blocks We must expect the Call And being cal'd must move and rise withall The Voyce were needlesse and as good be dumb As with the Call not give the pow'r to come Deserves hee food that thinkes it vaine to gape Christ takes his Spouse by Contract not by Rape 48. On the old and new Tables THe former Tables of the Law were broken And left no Monuments of themselves no token No Signe that ever such things were But marke The later were kept holy in the Arke Those Tables are our Hearts Can we be bold To looke for new and yet not breake the old Or can the ruines of the old find place In th' Arke of Glory not repayr'd by Grace Dismount O blessed Moses and renew Those Tables thou hast broken or make new 49. On a Crucifixe WHy not the Picture of our dying Lord As of a Friend Nor this nor that 's ador'd Does not th' eternall Law command that thou Shalt ev'n as well forbeare to make as bow Not to so good an end T' advance his passion The Gold being pure what matter for the Fashion Take heed The purest gold does often take Some losse some prejudice for the fashions sake Not to a Civill end To garnish Halls To deck our windowes To adorne our Walls Shew-bread must not be common And the Cruse Of holy Oyle admits no Civill use No no the beauty of his Picture lies Within T is th' object of our Faith not Eyes 50. On praying to Saints NOt pray to Saints Is not the Warrant ample If back't with Scripture strengthen'd with example Did not that sweltring Dives make complaint For water was not Abraham a Saint Why should reformed Churches then forbid it 'T is true But tell me what was He that did it 51. On Confession EXperience tels That Agues are about To weare away when as our Lips breake out In Spirituall Fevers there 's the same expression Of Health when lips breake forth into Confession But mark These hopefull Symptomes never doe Confirme the Ague gone but faire to goe They doe not alwayes worke what they portend Confession profits not unlesse we mend 52. On SOLOMONS Rejoyce YOung man Rejoyce What jolly mirth is here Let thy heart cheare thee What delicious Cheare In thy young dayes Thy Cates will relish sweeter Walk thy owne wayes Thy Cares will passe the fleeter Please thine own heart Carve where it likes thee best Delight thine eyes And be a Joyfull Guest But know withall The Day will come whereon Thy Iudge will doome thee for the deeds th' ast done O what a Feast O what a Reckning's here The Cates are sweet The Shot 's extreamely deare Lord I have been and am a dayly Guest Too oft invited at the Young mans Feast The Reckning's great Although I cannot pay I can confesse Great God before this Day I had been dragd to the redeemlesse Iayle Hadst thou not pleas'd t' accept my Saviours Baile Lord he must bear 't I doubt For I can get Nor Coyne to pay nor labour out the Debt I cannot digge my Ioynts are starke and lame But I can begge although I beg with shame I have no Grace in begging can receive The first repulse I have no Faith to crave If th'entertainments of the Feast be these Lord give me Famine take the Feast that please 53 On Bread TAke up that bit of Bread And understand VVhat 't is thou holdest in thy carelesse hand Observe it with thy thoughts and it will reade thee An usefull Lecture ev'n as well as feed thee VVe stirre our Lands or give directions how But God must send a season for the Plough VVe sow our Seede But sowe our seed in vaine If Heav'n deny the first the later Raine Small proofe in Showrs if heau'ns pleas'd hand shall cease To blesse those showrs nor crowne theÌ„ with encrease The tender Blades appeare before thine eye But uarefresht by heav'n as soone they die The infant Eares shoot forth and now begin To corne But God must hold his Mildewes in The Harvest 's come But Clouds conspire together Hands cannot work til heav'n shall clear the weather At length 't is reap'd Between the Barne and Furrow How many Offices poore Man runs thorow Now God has done his part The rest we share To Man His providence takes now the care No yet it is not ours The use alone Not bare possession makes the thing our owne Thy swelling Barnes have crownd thy full desire But heav'n when Mows should sweat can make them I but the Sheaves are thrasht the heap lies In thy full Garnier He that sent the Flyes fire To Pharees Court can
strength and double power To draw those sinfull Shafts that shoot at heaven Thou knewst our easie Nature would be driven By ev'ry Breath and that our thoughts would fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Thou knowst that growing Time wold more unlevell Our rugged Wills and tookst the best of evill Lord take it and betimes that being possest Of that thou mayst prescribe for all the rest 81. On PARTIO THou sayst thy will is good and glory'st in it And yet forgetst thy Maker ev'ry minit Say Partio was there ever Will allow'd When the Testators mem'ry was not good 82. On an evill Conscience WHat hells of Horror an evill Conscience brings What strange Chimera's what prodigious things A pregnant womb of wonders Ev'ry minit We Sin but least when most we sin agin it 83. To MVNDANO NEre thinke Mundaeno that one Roome will hold Thy God and all thy gold If ere they chance to meete within a heart They 'l either fight or part So long as Earth seemes glorious in thine eyes Thy thoughts can never rise Beleeve 't Mundano by how much more neare Thou getst to Heav'n the lesse will earth appeare 84. To my Friend VVOuld'st thou be prosp'rous tho the beÌ„ded brow Of Fortune threaten thee He teach thee how Call home thy dearest wishes and recall Thy hopes Expect the worst that can befall If come thy heart will be the more secure The lesse amaz'd and abler to endure If it come not Expectance is no losse Perchance it armes thee for another Crosse Thus wisely sheltred under this reliefe Thy Ioy shall be the lesse and lesse thy Griefe 85. To Malfido CHeare up Malfido Lay thy thoughts more level Make sure of Grace and ne'r suspect thy Food He that is Good can give a thing that 's evill No more then thou being evill canst wish a good He better knowes to give then thou to begge Thou whin'st for Stones and grumblest at an Egge O let his better will suspend thy wish And thou shalt find no Scorpion if no Fish 86. On CRVCIO THou stil complainst that sorrowes do attend thee And that their savours do so much annoy thee Mistake not they are weapons to defend thee They be not Engins Crucio to destroy thee Wilt thou mislike thy Cropps of swelling Corne Because th' are trencht fenc'd about with thorn 87. To RHEMVS T Is true we are but dust but wormes nay men That are more base then either And what then Shall wormes or dust or men be well advis'd To goe in person where we have despis'd Before a God a glorious God I doe Who bids thee Come will bid thee Welcome too Rhemus when call'd in person you appeare By Proxy tell me where 's your manners there 'T is better to be wisely bold then make Thy selfe unmannerly for manners sake Some ill-bred Clownes there be that being loath To foule a Napkin draw a filthy Cloath 88. To MACIO DRoope not beneath thy wants as if forlorne Thou must be made a Iewell to be worne In Abrams bosome Macio he that comes To Abrams bosome finds his way by Crumms 89. On Reproofe T Is not enough to strive agin the Act Or not to doe 't we must reprove the Fact In others too The Sin being once made knowne To us if not reprov'd becomes our owne We must disswade the Vice we scorne to follow We must spit out as well as never swallow 90. On CVRIO TWo Eares to let in Knowledge Nature gave To entertaine true Faith one heart we have Why so I le tell thee Curio in briefe Our knowledge twice exceeds our halfe beleefe 91. On ZELVSTVS ZElustus thinks his paines are worth his labour If he love God though he traduce his Neighbour His hot-mouth'd Zeale false-gallops on so fast In the Table't tyers in the last Art thou a faithfull Steward of Gods store Zelustus that spendst Sixe and keepst but Foure 92. On Philautos PHilauto's Charity is like a Mouse That keepes at home and never leaves the house Till it be fir'd It stirres for no mans cause Vnlesse to feed on Crumms of vaine Applause Take heed Philautos lest thou heed too late The Mouse in time will eate up thy Estate 93. On Dubius DVbius Thy eares are two Thy tongue but one Heare God and Priest Confesse to God alone 94. To Sir Julius Cesar Master of the Rolâ—es THe high Perfections wherwith heav'n do's please To crowne our transitory dayes are these Goods well possest and not possessing thee A faithfull Friend equall in love degree Lands fruitfull and not conscious of a Curse A boastlesse hand a Charitable purse A smiling Conscience A contented Mind A sober knowledge with true Wisedome jâ—ynd A Brest well temper'd Dyet without Art Surfeit or want A wisely-simple Heart Pastimes ingenious lawfull manly sparing A Spirit not contentious rash but daring A Body healthfull found and fit for labour A House well order'd and an equall Neighbour A prudent wife and constant to the roofe Sober but yet not sad and faire enough Sleepe seasonable moderate and secure Actions heroicke constant blamelesse pure A life as long as faire and when expir'd A glorious Death unfeard as undesir'd 95. On LVCRO LVcro how poor thy Tyrant-wealth has made thee How miserable poore It has betrayd thee To thy owne seeming selfe And it is growne As little thine or lesse then thou thy owne Alas poore Lucro how thy fruitfull pawnes Abuse thy Stomacke that so often yawnes For a good Morsell whilst thy Saint does rome Like a Dâ—coy t' entice evill Angels home Whose more imperious presence must controule And fright the peace of thy perplexed Soule Lucro be slave no longer to thy pelse Sub due thy Gold and make thy selfe thy selfe But if thy Saint be growne too strong for thee He tell thee Lucro Turne thy Saint to me 96. On MENDAX FAire-spoken Mendax on the least occasion Sweares by his Faith and by his owne Salvation Is rashâ—brayne Mendax well advised then To pawne his Faith in God for Faith with Men Sure small 's thy Wit or Credit to be drawne For Wares so poore to leave so great a Pawne 97. On BLANDVS VVHen ere I wish my Blandus a Good morâ—ow He is my Servant If I come to borrow Or but salute my Blandus passing by I am your Servant Blandus does reply If court my Blandus I must understand He is my Servant and does kisse my hand Discourse with Blandus ev'ry Clause shall be I am your Servant If he drinke to me My Servant does it I returne his Love My Servant pledges If my lips doe move A Suit he is my Servant Though I doe Abuse my Blandus hee 's my Servant too How blest am I his service should be such To me He never told his God so much How much dear Blandus hast thou bound me thine That art his Servant not so much as mine 98. On Rebellio THe stout Rebellio scourged by his God Slights his Correction and