upright heart Curses shall him oppress Cursed thrice cursed shall he be Covers his Father's breast And that man curst shall be as he That lieth with a beast Curs'd let him be with Sister lies Oâ—… Mother though in Law Such fins do make those horrid cries That dreadful curses draw Cursed be he that secretly His silent Neighbour smites Murtherers too that cause to die When a reward invites The wicked shall be curs'd at home And likewise in the field His basket and his store at last Shall Blessings cease to yield Cursed be all his sinful fruit Of body and of land His Kine and Flock though they are mute And all he takes in hand Cursed be he when going out And when returning in That happy 't were for him no doubt If he had never been ¶ Praises to God Psal. 65. 1. Praise waiteth for thee O God in Zion PRaise the most high Oh clap your hands Praise him for he the world commands Praise him Mount Zion Praises sing Praise him that is your Cities King Praise him with loud and silent Air Praise ye the Lord that heareth Pray'r Praise him makes Morning hear his voice Praise him makes Evening to rejoyce Praise him that doth prepare our Corn Praise him all ye that are forlorn Praise him that duly sends us Rain Praise him for Fruits Herbs Flow'rs and Grain Praise him for his refreshing showers Praise him for recreating Bowers Praise him that doth our Pastures fill Praise and rejoyce each little Hill Praise him ye Birds and ev'ry Tree Praise him that did divide the Sea Praise him for Waters from the Fount Praise him for Grass grows on the Mount Praise him that gives and nothing ows Praise him with Sacrifice and Vows Praise him that form'd us in the Womb Praise him that guides us to our Tomb. Praise him that makes us blest in Heaven Praise him from whom all Food is given Praise him his holy Name adore Praise him O praise him more and more Praise God the Father of the just Praise him doth raise the Poor from dust Praise him that makes the barren bear Praise him with duty love and fear Praise ye the Lord for dayly Food Praise ye his Name for it is good Praise him who gives success in Wars Praise him who numbereth the Stars Praise him that builds Jerusalem Praise him whose Word is more than Jem Praise him that lifteth up the meek Praise him that doth support the Weak Praise him who doth the Ravens feed Praise him our meetly help at need Praise him doth cause his Winds to blow Praise him that makes the Waters flow Praise him in his Angelick Coasts Praise him all ye his mighty Hosts Praise ye his Name both Sun and Moon Praise him ye Lights that shine at noon Praise him ye Heavens never fade Praise him for ye by him were made Praise ye the Lord ye Dragons fell Praise him ye Deeps his wonders tell Praise him Fire Hail Vapour and Snow Praise him ye stormy Winds that blow Praise him ye Cedars Beasts o' th' field Praise him all things can Praises yield Praise him ye Kings of highest birth Praise him ye Judges of the Earth Praise him ye Rulers whom he rais'd Praise for he 's greatly to be prais'd Praise ye the Lord both great and small Praise him that did create us all Praise him within his holy Tower Praise him for his Almighty Power Praise him for what he to us gave Praise Jesus Christ that did us save Praise ye the Holy Spirit too Praise each with all Devotions due Praise all strive who shall praise the most Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost Praise each with pious Harmony Praise ye the blessed Trinity Praise ye the Lord with Trumpets sound Praise him that heal'd us with his wound Praise him with Harps loud Melody Praise him with Song and Psaltery Praise him with Timbrel let the Flute Praise him with Organ Pipe and Lute Praise him with instrumental String Praise him with Cymbals loudly sing Praise him with joy and skilful voice Praise with new Songs the chief and choice Praise him that is our Guide our Light Praise him because his Word is right Praise him whose works are done in truth Praise him that no injustice doth Praise him all people great and less Praise him that loveth Righteousness Praise him whose Goodness fills the Earth Praise him with Zeal and pious Mirth Praise him the Author is of days Praise him that gives us power to praise Praise him whose Word the Heavens made Praise him whose breath requir'd no aid Praise him that doth the Wind command Praise him that makes the Waters stand Praise him whom Sun and Moon obey Praise him doth Heaven's Scepter sway Praise him that doth the Heathen awe Praise him whose ev'ry Word 's a Law Praise him who doth from Heav'n behold Praise him ye Rich Poor Young and Old Praise him that fashions all our hearts Praise him alone doth heal our smarts Praise him that is the King of kings Praise him in grief that comfort brings Praise him that governs Sea and Coasts Praise him that is the Lord of Hosts Praise him who can the Lion tame Praise him that Mighty is by Name Praise him that guards us day and night Praise him the God of Peace and Fight Praise him that makes the stoutest yield Praise him that is our Help and Shield Praise him with both thy heart and mouth Praise him in Age in Strength and Youth Praise him who are with sorrows sad Praise that the humble may be glad Oh let the Nations all accord To praise and magnifie the Lord. Amen Amen ¶ Gloria in Altissimis Or the Angelical Anthem ANgels Saints and all men cry Glory be to God on high And that glory ne'er may cease Grant us Lord on earth thy peace When there 's good will towards men We shall praise and praise agen ¶ On Fatherly Affection AS in the street I walking cast my eye It was my chance two Children to espie Fighting together by aâ—…d by in hast The Father of the one who saw what past Stept in and suddenly without delay He parted both and took his Son away And lâ—…ke a Father careful of his Son Gave him correction for the sauâ—…t he 'd done The other Lad was left without a check Which made him strut and boast and stretch his neck Believing he had surely won the day Though both alike were equal in the fray I thought it hard that one should punish'd be And not the other he escaping free At last I guess'd 't was a Paternal care One to correct to teach him to beware For over him he a dominion had But was a stranger to the other Lad. So when the wicked sin the godly smart God in chasâ—…sing shews Paternal art He chastens whom he loves whilst wicked men Pursue their sins and act them o're agen The reason common sense cannot avo d Sinners are spar'd only to be destroy'd What need a whip for stubborn
sacred Three One undivided Deity As it hath been in Ages gone May now and ever still be done ¶ Of Life AN humane life is but a Play of Passion What is man's Mirth but Musick of Division Our Mothers Wombs the Tyring-houses be To deck us up for Time's short Tragedie The World 's the Stage Heav'n the Spectator is To sit and judge who'ts doth act amiss The Clouds that shade us from the scorching Sun Are but drawn Curtains till the Play be done ¶ The Power of Prayer THe Sun by Pray'r did cease his course and staid The hungry Lions sawn'd upon their Prey A Walled passage through the Sea it made From furious fire it banish'd heat away It shut the Heav'ns three years from giving Rain It open'd Heav'ns and show'rs pour'd down again O may our Pray'rs dear Lord approach to thee Petitions hear and then propitious be Teach us to praise thy Name with one accord That we may sing due praise to thee O Lord. ¶ God and Caesar. Render to Caesar and to God c. 'T Is God's command we should be just why then Let 's not wrong him giving his right to men Honour to God it is our due to render And Caesar's due we justly ought to tender To both we stand indebted all we have Must Caesar's be if Caesar please to crave What matter is it wherein lies the odds We all are Caesar's Caesar's all is Gods ¶ Gabriel and Mary THe Salutation which the Angel brings Imports that joys come and depart with wings Gab. Hail blessed Mary never cast thy mind To trace the passage of this pleasing wind Mary What voice is this that calls me blessed when Gab. Stay wandring thoughts 't is I thou' rt bless'd agen Blessed of women Mary Oh I faint I die Gab. Eternally thou liv'st Again 't is I God hath thee favour'd so as to entomb A blessed Saviour in thy blessed Womb. Mary How shall this be alas my Lord how can I bear a Childe that never knew a man But am a Virgin pure Gab. Farther attend Of his Dominions there shall be no end Thou shalt be shadow'd by the Holy One And what thou bearest shall be call'd his Son Mary Then Lord behold thy Hand-maid let it be As thou hast said All shall be bless'd in me That Angels may rejoyce and Men may sue That Devils may believe and tremble too ¶ Judeth's Prayer THus lowly on my face with Sack-cloath spread To God on high with Ashes on my head I come to pay my Vows to him alone The Lord God of my Father Simeon Who with his Sword became a just Revenger On a Virginity polluting stranger O Lord my God I pray thee bow thine ears Unto my Pray'rs accompani'd with tears The Widow of Manasses lifts her voice Let all that put their trust in thee rejoyce Behold O God though Enemies may smile An Israelite in whom there is no guile To thee I trust Experience teacheth well They 're not all Israel are of Israel Th' Assyrians do multiply each hour With Horse and man they glory in their pow'r They trust in Shield in Spear in Bowe and Sling Not knowing thee the Lord whose breath can bring Destruction to them all and lay their Fame In Ashes God the Lord it is thy Name Gird me with strength unto the Battel Lord Teach me to manage Holofernes Sword Turn thou its edge until at thy command Thy servant Judeth take it in her hand Then be my Battel-ax for Lord with thee I 'll Kingdoms ruine and make Nations flee The Horse-man and his Rider shall no more Isr'el defie their Captains shall adore 〈◊〉 no longer for thy Rod Shall make them understand that thou art God I though a widow have conceiv'd a pow'r But my designes lie harbour'd in a Bower Of pleasing fancies for O Lord at length I must to thee for Judgment and for Strength Let my deceitful lips finde craft to smite Th' Assyrian Prince and those in him delight Bring down their pride that they may understand Thou canst work wonders by a womans hand For Lord thy power is not bound by scope Thou sav'st in dangers when there is no hope And in thy Name I 'll go and dare to do That those Thy Foes Shall fear and tremble too ¶ Judeth and Holofernes Hol. BE of good comfort woman let not fear Presume to have an habitation here I never injur'd any man or thing That willing was to serve the Earth's chief King What now is hapned to thy people they By their perverseness have hewn out the way But fairest of your Country let me know Whither your wandring Beauty means to go And why thou fledst to us leaving those whom Dame Nature hath commanded from thy Womb Thy name in golden Letters to entomb Jud. Receive the Cause thy Hand-maid shall relate Who will resolve in truth the same to state Follow the way thy servant shall direct And God will thee undoubtedly respect As lives Nebuchodonozor thy King Who sent thee to support each living thing Man shall obedience pay to thee and all The Beasts Fowls of the Air and Cattel shall Live under thy command for we have hear'd Thy wisdome makes thine Enemies afeard Most true it is a Sword is not the Rod Can scourge our Nation till against their God They sin Now Death hath got the upper hand Their Meat and Water fail they 're at a stand What to do next and do resolve to cause Some things to be consumed which the Laws Of God have held unlawful Tenths or Oyl Which was once for the Priests is now for spoil A License from the Senate they expect As if that Cloak can cover their neglect Now when 't is brought they 'll doat without delay And Justice shall condemn them that same day And I thine Hand-maid knowing this am fled To work such wonders with thee when they 're spread Those that shall hear shall stand astonished Thy servant serveth God both day and night And is religious trusting in his might Let then thine Hand-maid to the Valley go And pray to God then shall she surely know The time that they intend to act their sin And consequently when thou may'st begin To seize upon Judea for thine own And make their great ones to become as none And it shall come to pass that there shall be Not one shall dare to lift his hand to thee Thus will I lead thee through the midst of them Until thou com'st before Jerusalem And in the midst thereof thy Throne shall stand And give to Nations far and neer command Hol. God's strength be with thee sure he sent thee here T' encourage us and put our foes in fear Your Beauty and your wisdome do conspire The World should Judeth's vertuous name admire Proceed fair Lady surely if thou do As thou hast spoken then will I be true To thee and to thy God and thou shalt dwell With Nebuchodonozor We will tell The Nations how thy Vertues do excel Here 's
their shame They have a specious Cloak for each offence And study how to palliate their Vice The Covetous hath Husbandry's pretence The Prodigal is free perhaps at Dice The Lecher shrouds his sin i' th' mask of Love The Drunkard to good fellowship pretends The Cheat doth for his Family improve Ill-gotten goods each have their private ends They blush not at the fact yet will not own The Title by the which we may conclude The sense of shame when to perfection grown Restrains from sins can hide a multitude But he that is this apprehension past Le ts loose the Reins of his suborned will Goes hand in hand with Satan till at last Madness and Mischief are his joy and skill The World says to him Take thy pleasure swim In Lust and Liquor Heart the Minde and Eye Are lively merry careless and so trim He doth not care though God's his enemie Fools shew their folly as it sutes their name But prudent men will be asham'd of Shame ¶ On the Wilful Impenitent TEll me fond Worldling why dost thou deride A godly Christian Is 't thy natures pride Dost thou not dayly see his weeping eye Shed Tears to wake thy sleeping Lethargie See how he trembles at the sight of sin Whilst thou lewd actor longest to begin And look'st on him as pusillanimous A Coward or a Drone I tell thee thus Thou' rt rashly valiant and dost spend thy breath On Toys whilst he dare boldly look on Death He 's truly noble and when he appears Is not appall'd before the King of Fears Heav'n is his harbour Grace doth most delight him Hell's horrours may appear but not affright him But as a Conqueror over Death and Hell Can with his Smiles all their Bravadoes quell And with a chearful heart this Ditty sing As if in scorn O Death where is thy sting Or like a Cherubim that flies on high Can say O Hell where is thy victory This is the Valediction of a Saint Whilst Sinners toyl and in their labours faint Where is the Worldling's glory He can sin Can vitious be and he can boast therein Can silence Conscience and outface a Crime And shun a blush to damn his Soul betime That man a Coward is and fights by stealth For if a sickness doth impair his health He then believes Death doth a summons beat And his large Spirit sneaks to a retreat Doth he not tremble when he once hath got A shaking Ague or a Feaver hot And when he feels the heavy hand of Fate He begs for quarter though it be too late What heaviness then fits upon his look Terrour appears Conscience unfolds its book Charges him to consider well and read And just as he begins Death strikes him dead A true Repentance cannot be too late Early Repentance is a blessed state Thus doth a sinner to Perdition fall And that which was his Throne becomes his Thrall ¶ On a Glorious Soul WHenas the Moon her constant course hath run And draws to a Conjunction with the Sun It to the Heavens shines more bright and pure And towards Earth seemeth the more obscure So as the Soul draws neer as like a Spouse Shines fair to Christ is to the World a Blouse He that is pretious unto God that man Is by the World esteem'd a Puritan And he whose Soul in Glory doth inherit Appears but odious to an earthly Spirit For he that looks with a Terrestrial sight Is Lustre-dazled with Coelestial light Shine fair to God if thou'lt to Heaven go Beauty on earth is a beclouded show ¶ On Contentation CYae as asking Pyrrhus his intent What he would do after his hazard spent In many Victories Pyrrhus did reply He 'd take his ease and then live merrily To whom Cyneas That you might have done Before were you contented with your own 'T is not the largeness of the Cage doth bring Notes to the Bird instructing him to sing Moreover though a Bird hath little eye Yet he hath wings by which he soars on high Can see far wider and abundance better Than may an Ox although his eye be greater 'T is not the great Estate that brings Content But Piety the Christian's Ornament The Righteous having little no promotion Yet what he hath when joyned with Devotion May seel more comfort more enjoy God's bounty Than he whose Incomes may command a County But few can be content with what they have He that hath hundreds still for more doth crave If his Possessions be in Houses Land He grasps at more and with a ready hand Omits no mischief that his Craft can nurse To fill his Coffer or enlarge his Purse The greatest thing in little compass can Be comprehended is Content in man And this great Vertue hath its safe abode Only in him that is a Childe of God Who sees and to his brethren cries Content ye Enough 's a feast and Piety hath plentie As when a Traveller comes to his Inn He for a Lodging-room does first begin T' enquire but if he cannot please his minde He is content with such as he shall finde Although perhaps his Room may not delight Well knowing that it is but for a night So is it with the Christian Pilgrim he Can use a large Estate if it should be God's will to bless him with it yet his mind To Heaven's pleasure alway is confin'd A little of the Creatures will asswage Hunger and Thirst in Christian Pilgrimage For let his Journeying be sweet or rough He knows his Father's house hath bread enough Therefore as sweetly feeds in going home As Sampson did upon his Honey-comb Let no man's mind on Earthly things be bent But Having food and rayment be content ¶ On the Hypocrite THe Hypocrite of Actors is the worst His own pretences making him accurst By so much as he acts the better part And Janus-like with double face and heart He can compose his forehead to be grave Although his heart be then his humours slave His modest face doth shew the Characters Of Justice and Religion nor forbears His tongue and gestures so much to proclaim But heart and hands they do recant the same When to the Church he comes he there salutes One of the Pillars and on knee confutes The Atheist worshiping that God in part Whose Precepts never could affect his heart He rises looks about and takes his seat Complains that Charity is not so great As he could wish or heretofore hath been Perhaps bestows an Alms but to be seen Always sits where he may embrace the look Of all Spectators And his Table-book In Sermon-time comes from beneath his coat As seeming fearful he should loose that Note Then takes his Bible hums to rear his voice And turns to some Quotation with a noise Then doubles down the leaf as if the same Were found and loudly asks the Preacher's name And that his Zeal may fervently appear Repeats it that the standers by may hear He can command his Tears reckon up sins With detestation but when he
of Beasts of Springs and Flowers How to use thy noble Powers Call whole Nature to thy aid Since 't was he whole Nature made Joyn in one eternal Song Who to one God all belong Live for ever glorious Lord Live by all thy works ador'd One in Three and Three in One Thrice we bow to thee alone ¶ Of Flesh. ALI Flesh is Grass doth therefore rot For why Can man be born to live and not to die 'T is happiness to leave this life and world And have our names where joys are rife enroll'd The dead ne're fear what Death can do his blast Will come no more for why that wo is past Then to the Soul appeareth Love and Joy For God will not his Turtle-Dove destroy Then though a Torch-light here 't is better far To be put out and after rise a Star ¶ The Grave THough Clay my Cottage is secure Princes do dwell with me And my foundations do endure for aye Death waits on me and with his dart Sends me the stoutest he And Champion-like commands the heart to stay Then be he Rich or be he Poor A Spark or else a Clown They lie together on the floor and so They sleep as if they lay upon The softest Bed of Down Troubles are fled and Griefs are gone for though The Body naked in the cold Earth lies The Soul sings Hallelujahs 'bove the Skies ¶ An Infant EArths little Morsel Man's small Letter And Adam's Copy no one better Before he tasted Eve Nature's fresh Picture drawn in oyl Which time and handling oft doth spoil His Soul appears like Paper white That yet had scarce bore word aright Neither knew how to grieve But purest colours without pains Are subject most to spots and stains He is above the tempts of Devil Since he can't understand an evil His days are raw and dull Nor hath he yet agreed with sin To banish joys let sorrows in He cannot yet be counted wise And being dumb he with his eyes Sings silent tunes of Lull He kisses all doth them approve His Innocency is his Love Nature and Parents much alike Do sometimes dandle sometimes strike With hidden sugred bait They him intice and he doth sup Whate're he finds within the Cup. Could his weak body finde the way To Bliss and here no longer stay He 'd have a happy fate Not knowing sin or mortal crime He 'd reach Eternity betime ¶ The Candle LIke as vain man I downward grow My life is ever wasting I fall by fire still waxing low As man did fall by tasting My house of Tallow doth decrease And I that am but Cotten Within one hour live and decease Am in the next forgotten O Lord pour Oyl into my Lamp To light me to thy home That when it shall extinguish't be I may a Star become ¶ The Ant. ALthough a creature small yet all My labour pains and care 't is rare Is in the Summer to provide Against the Cold and Winter-tide And though so small yet I an eye Can have to things for when weak men Waste time in Feasts and Riot I study for my Diet. Idleness breeds Distempers Povertie Gives room for Sin ye Sluggards learn of me ¶ The Thanksgiving COme let 's adore the gracious hand That brought us to this light That gave his Angels strict command To be our Guard this night When we laid down our weary heads And sleep seal'd up our eye They stood and watch'd about our beds To let no harm come nigh Now we are up they still go on And guide us through the day They never leave their charge alone Whate're besets our way And oh my Soul how many snares 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 before our feet In all our hopes in all our cares Some dangers still we meet Sometimes the sin does us o'retake And on our weakness win Sometimes our selves our ruine make And we o'retake the sin O save us Lord from all those darts That seek our Souls to slay Save us from us and our filse hearts Lest we our selves betray Save us O Lord to thee we cry From whom all Blessings spring We on thy Grace alone rely Alone thy glory sing Glory to thee eternal Lord Thrice blessed Three in One Thy Name at all times be ador'd Till time it self be done ¶ Antiphon A Dialogue in three parts Chor. THanks be to the Lord on high Angels That gave his Son Men. For us to die Chor. He that is the holy One Ang. Lov'd us of old Men. For us was sold. Chor. He that is the God of might Men. Made us of Dust Ang. For us did fight Chor. He that is the God most just Ang. Set us aright Men. To us gave light Chor. He that made the Heavens Earth Men. And all therein Ang. He is more worth Chor. He it is that knew no sin Ang. Yet suffered death Men. To give us breath Chor. Blessed he hung on the Cross Men. For our great gain Ang. But his own loss Chor. He that heal'd the Blinde and Lame Ang. Yet sought as thief Men. For our relief Chor. He that died with a kiss Men. From wretched man Ang. Is now in Bliss Chor. He that can the Heavens span Men. And do much more Ang. Him we adore Chor. He that was bound to Herod sent Men. And spit upon Ang. He is our Tent. Chor. He that melteth hearts of stone Ang. With us doth stand Men. Doth us command Chor. He that pardon can our sin Ang. Hath broke our snare Men. But we fall in Chor. He with whom none can compare Men. He gave us eyes Ang. He made us rise Chor. He was scourg'd with heavy lash Men. For us lost blood Ang. And us did wash Chor. He it is that is the good Men. Great God alone Ang. Heaven 's his Throne Chor. He that wore a Crown of Thorns Men. That doth us keep Ang. And us adorns Chor. He the Shepherd of the Sheep Ang. Our choicest stock Men. Our only rock Chor. Praise him then that did us make Men. Doth us defend Ang. And us did take Chor. Bless his Name World without end Men. For his great love Ang. To us above Angels and Men praise ye the Lord for aye Oh all ye Nations praise the Lord and say Amen ¶ The Bible The Book of Books The only good To him that looks For heav'nly food A Holy Light In darkest night The blessed Word Of God the Lord. Divinitie In it doth lie Indeed it is The Gate of Bliss ¶ The Dream I Dreamt my Death was but a sleep My Grave and Bed both one And when the morning forth did peep Life came and Death was gone Since so it is that none can be Asleep but such as die O Lord I 'll sleep to all but thee And make my bed on high ¶ The Beatitudes BLess'd are the poor that is the meek in spirit For they the Heav'n God's Kingdom shall inherit Blessed are they that mourn away their years God hears their sighs hath bottles for their tears Blessed
his own teeth doth dig his Grave Who loves his Humour to fulfil His Humour is himself to kill Who doth aspire be great and tall Should carefully beware a fall Who with good works delights to dwell Sails fair for Heaven far from Hell ¶ On Age. THe Painter's Pencil sure must go astray In painting to the life a lump of Clay Who does but seem to live dies every day How can he lively paint a man that hath The cold effigies in his face of Death ¶ On Man and Wife SIlence and Patience are the Twins that make Concord 'twixt Couples never to forsake A Husband good in Words ought to be wise In Conversation wary hating lies Careful Provision ought he to provide In ordering circumspect a careful Guide A Father Master and a Friend beside The good Wife when abroad she should be grave Discreet in governing at home and have Patience to bridle Passions when they move Learning her Husband to obey and love Kinde to her Neighbours courteous unto all Careful of Children be they great or small But chiefly herein there should be no flaws She should her Husband fear and he the Laws ¶ The free Prisoner WHat though a Prisoner I am now Time doth allow Instead of liberty to walk To write or talk What though 〈◊〉 make me sicken They do me quicken My body in confinement lies But my Soul flies What though by nature I am dumb Then I be â—…ome A silent sinner and my tongue Doth no man wrong Or what although I loose my sight Yes if the light Of Divine Graces shine in me My Soul can see Let sorrows come when God thinks best They are my Rest For in afflictions 't is my Psalm The Bruise 〈◊〉 Balm If I 'm afflicted in this World I am but huâ—…'d â—…o Heaven where all pleasures stand At God's right hand Th' afflictions of this world of care Cannot compare To those blest Mansions Christ hath wrought And dearly bought Dear may I say because his blood Is that choice flood That drowns my sorrows and my grief Gives me relief Thus all things work together for their good That have lov'd God and for his honour stood A Jayl's the centre of this Iron-age Yet not my Prison but mine Hermitage He that can boldly dare yet justly do Fortune 's his Subject and his Vassal too ¶ On Sunday THis is the day the Lord hath made Then let not Christians be afraid Laying aside all sin Rejoyce therein The clearest radiant day that shines Upon the Christians golden Mines God's holy Torch and Light That leads aright The day of our Consession The Ease of our Oppression The day of Peace and Rest Churches our Nest. A Light it is to all the Week A Summons to the Proud and Meek That says to Conscience Fie Ye go awry The day that pulleth man from Death And crowns his head with holy Wreath That guides him to his Grave Yet doth him save The Day of God so God of Days It is above my reach of praise God's with his free accord The Sabbaths Lord. It is the Day-book of a Saint A Spring for those that thirst or faint Nor can we say there 's one day Like to Sunday But we 'll such thoughts in silence smother Till we can finde out such another ¶ The Petition STand by me Lord when dangers STARE Keep from my Fruit such choaking TARE That on Confusion grounded ARE. Thou that from Bondage hast me BROUGHT And my deliverance hast ROUGHT 'T is thee that I will praise for OUGHT O Lord to evil make me CHILL Be thou my Rock and holy HILL So shall I need to fear no ILL ¶ Faith's Mystery WIth all the pow'rs my poor Soul hath O humble Love and loyal Faith Thus low my God I bow to thee Whom too much love bow'd low for me Down busie Sense Discourses die And all adore Faith's Mysterie Faith is my Skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my eye Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet than they Love could not think Truth could not say O dear Memorial of that death Which still survives and gives us breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy my All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes increase And fill my Portion in thy Peace Come hidden life and that long day For which I languish come away ¶ On the Judgment GReat God that hast at thy command Both Leaden feet and Iron hand How shall I stand How can I look When thou call'st for thy Dreadful Book Oh save me Lord I then shall say I do confess I went astray Thy Judgment stay O let thy Rod Chastise with mercy O my God O Christ my Saviour may it please Thee thy dear Father's wrath appease And making peace Then I alwaies Will strive to magnifie thy praise Some it is like may shew a Book So full of Blanks that when you look Thereon a Rook You 'll think that man That shews a Scrole with nothing on But so to do is highly vain For he that doth just Judgments rain Can see each stain Keeps just account How ev'ry Sinner's sins amount I am resolv'd when God doth call To hide not one but shew him all That wrought my fall But if my will Exceed my skill Lord do not kill ¶ On the Pharisee and the Publican TWo men into the Temple went to pray The one a Pharisee who thus did say I thank thee God I am no common man No unjust person As this Publican Twice in the week I fast from my excess And I give tythes of all that I possess The humble Publican at distance stood With head and eyes dejected as if food Or heavenly Manna then was to be found Carelessly scatter'd on the dusty ground But as in bitterness of Soul distrest He with his hand smote on his troubled breast Of his Petition this was the beginner O God be merciful to me a sinner The other shew'd rather than Zeal his pride But the poor Publican went justifi'd God doth delight the proud look to abase And on Humility bestows his grace ¶ To God the Father BEfore the closing of the day Creator we thee humbly pray That for thy wonted mercies sake Thou us into protection take May nothing in our mindes excite Vain dreams and fantoms of the night Our Enemy repress that so Our bodies no uncleanness know To Jesus from a Virgin sprung Be Glory given and Praises sung The like to God the Father be And holy Ghost eternallie ¶ To God the Son LEt others take their course And sing what Name they please Let Wealth or Beauty be their theam Such empty sounds as these I never will admire A lump of burnish'd Clay For though it shines it is but dust And shall to dust decay Sweet Jesus is the Name My Song shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming Word That does my Life restore When I
intreat For we are all condemned there Lord then O cast a look On thy Book Of Life behold we read A Saving Jesus here And in that Name our sure Salvation see Lord make us free And cross within Our scores of sin That cancel'd all our debts are paid by thee ¶ On Heaven BRight glorious Lord uncircumscribed Treasure Of everlasting Pleasure Thy Throne is placed far Above the richest Star Where thou prepar'st a splendid place Within the glory of thy face That each Spirit May inherit Who builds his hopes 〈◊〉 thy merit And thee adores with holy charity No ravish'd heart seraphick tongue or eyes Inspir'd can once surmise Or speak or think or see So bright Eternity The glorious King 's transparent Throne Is of pretious Jasper-stone Where the eye O' th' Chrysolite With a Skie Of Di'monds Rubies Chrysoprase But above all thy brighter face Speaks an eternal Charity When thou thy Jewels bindest up that day Forget not us we pray But there where the Beryl lies Christal too above the Skies That there thou mayst afford us place Within the glories of thy face And enroul Each ones Soul In the Scroul Of Life and Blessedness that we May praise thy Name unto Eternitie ¶ On Hell DIsmal darkness sad and sore An everlasting Night Groans and Shricks when sinners roar In their abyssful plight No corner there but hath a Snake Breeding in the infernal Lake Heaps of Fire and Beds of Snow Are the chief delights below A Viper springing from the fire Is his hire That prizeth moments to Eternity O thou God of Day and Night Fountain of eternal light Allelujahs Hymns and Psalms Holy Coronets of Palms Adorn the Temple evermore Almighty God Let not thy Iron Rod Bruise our bones with an eternal pressure Let thy mercy be the only measure If thou shouldst hoard up wrath in store We shall all die Not one be left to glorifie The Lord and tell How thou preserved hast our Souls from Hell ¶ The Salutation of Saints JEsus who man's Redeemer art The solace of each godly heart The ransom'd World's great Architect Chast light of Souls which thee affect What mercy conquer'd thee my God That thou wouldst bear our sinful load And innocent wouldst death endure That us from death thou mightst secure Still let commiseration press To give our damages redress And by fruition of thy sight Inrich us with a blessed light Thou guide to Heav'n and path to Rest Be thou the scope of ev'ry brest Be thou the comfort of our tears Our sweet reward above the Spheres ¶ On Pride THe proud man looks that ev'ry one should shew A Reverence to him though none they owe. I 'll value such as we do coyn set forth Just what they go for rather than their worth Pride unto Reason seemeth ever strange Is Reason absent there 't is Pride doth range And then for Reason there is none beside That is so highly opposite to Pride For Reason maketh Art Dame Nature's ape And Pride turns Nature out of Nature's shape ¶ Jeremiah's Lamentation For Jerusalem's Desolation COnsider Lord the wretched poor and vile A glorious City no sh 'as lost that stile She and her joys are under an Exile Behold and see Thou Lord as in a Wine-press hast her trod And crush'd her Virgins with an Iron Rod Sin was the cause but Lord thou art her God May it please thee To wipe away her Tears that do pour down Cause thou that art the Comforter dost frown O let repentant Tears offences drown And send relief O all ye passing by behold her sorrow Jerusalem Jerusalem would borrow Tears of ye all but none will say Good morrow The more 's her grief Her Sucklings sigh and cry for Corn and Wine Whilst she her self for want thereof doth pine Jerusalem was ever grief like thine Behold and weep She that was call'd the Joy of all the Earth Is Desolation now and nothing worth Her sorrows to her Enemies are mirth Her Lovers sleep The apples of her eyes do finde no rest Their streams o'reflow the flood-gates she 's distrest And sorrow doth become a constant guest Doth never fail Her old and young ones both lie on the ground Her Priests and Prophets thou dost deeply wound Terrours on ev'ry side beset her round On hill and dale Wormwood besots she seems as she were drunk This angry tempest hath her treasure shrunk She that was full of people now is sunk And desolate Her Soul 's remov'd from any glimpse of Peace Prosperity is fled there doth increase But sad effects of groans which never cease Such is her fate They that on Delicates were wont to feed In Dust and Ashes now lament their need Jerusalem is bow'd and broke indeed But God is just The Enemies they did her Maidens finde And ravished her Young men forc'd to grinde Confider Lord how she with grief hath pinde Upon the dust Remember Lord her Wormwood and her Gall Oh hear her sad complaints and ease her thrall Lord hear my Pray'rs and Tears for her I call In mercy see Oh lay that darksome Cloud from off thy face One smile will say thou think'st upon her case Oh hear and help her Lord of thy good grace Thou glorious Three Judge and revenge her cause O Lord my God Behold her scorners how they mock and nod In mercy towards her withdraw thy Rod. Lord let her cry Unto thee fly And let her not Be quite forgot As if O Lord she never were That she may sing Of thee her King That unto thee none may compare ¶ On Sin SIn is such an uncouth thing I cannot well define it Death doth own it is his sting God bids me undermine it But it so cunning is that when I think to win the day It now comes over under then And blows my baits away It seiz'd my Parents and beguil'd More learned men than I And when I think it is most milde I have most cause to fly At Church when I Devotion have It hovers o're my book And bids me think upon my Grave And off the other look Invisible it is no doubt And felt before 't is seen It subtilly can wheel about And like an Angel seem Good deeds I know accepted are And will be evermore But if I do not well I sear Sin lieth at the door Sin as a Serpent cunningly Doth lurk upon the scout That if my foot but tread awry My sins they finde me out If I with Brother break my word The fact may not be great But if I sin against the Lord Who shall for me intreat Many the faults are of my Youth I have been oft misled But they are blessed faith the truth Whose sin is covered Wherefore O Lord I will confess What in those days I did O grant thy merciful redress And let my sins be hid But I with heart and knee will bow In duty to adore thee Then recollect and study how To set my sins before me Shap'd in Iniquity I was A
Father Mother to beguile With just or rather to be drunk a while He thinking Drunkenness the least of these Chose that thereby God's Justice to appease Then drunk he gets making no more to do And when got drunk acted the other two The juicy Vine doth to us ev'ry year Three forts of Grapes at once most duly bear The first for Pleasure Drunkenness the next The third for Misery When man 's perplext With too much drink he is as one deceast A shape of man more properly a beast If all our Trees were Pens and Seas were Ink They could not write the mischiefs done by Drink Awake ye Drunkards weep and howl Poyson encompasseth your Bowl ¶ On Blasphemy IT sets in mouth against each holy place And shoots out words like darts against the face Of God despising his great Majesty Imposing things upon the Deity Thus written 't is by the Historian Speaking of the Apostate Julian When he engag'd against the Parthian Bands And then receiv'd a wound with outstretch'd hands He took his blood to shew he did persist And in derifion threw it toward Christ Thus saying to augment his siâ—…ful sum O Galilean thou hast 〈◊〉 So by an outward gesture we may finde The secret indignation of the minde And he that doth blaspheme his God doth broach Designes to cast upon him all reproach His little Wit or Folly can invent Vainly to shew the reach of his intent But Julian being wounded with a Dart Unknown from whence that reach'd his wretched heart In scorn to Christ he Galilean 〈◊〉 Perish'd in fin so this Blasphemer di'd Caius Caligula with judgment dim His Statue fix'd that men might worship him The holy Temple with profane abuse He dedicated to his proper use Making himself a God but it appear'd At length that Vengeance this Blasphemes heard It is a sin that studies how to fight Against the dictates of Dame Nature's light Which Princess oft have punished with death The very Turks will not endure that breath That wounds the Ears of Heaven but punish those That to blaspheming Christ their lips dispose If Turks to this great fin give a restraint How piercing must it be unto a Saint ¶ The Sick man's Ease THe Sick man is a Prisoner to his bed When healthy men have room their wings to spread Wealth without Health a gilded torment is Croesus vast Riches lead not unto Bliss Nor can the Wealth of all the Indian shore Assure the sick from Agues to restore Health is a Jewel of such high degree Not to be priz'd until it wanted be The sick can nothing do he 's indispos'd He cannot pray his eyes are almost clos'd He restless turns then on his back doth lie Whilst pain deprives him of his Piety But when a good man sickens God hath sed He in his sickness will make All his Bed His Pillow Bolster Sides the Feet and Head God taketh thorough care for his Elect In All his Bed he will be circumspect And sure that God that suffers a Disease To reign is best Physician giving ease Herein his Art is excellently spread Not fitting Bed but Person to the Bed His Potion Patience is and that works so What God inflicts the Just doth undergo But how shall God make my bed I have none Saith the poor man and saith it with a groan To him God answers Son be thou content For that 's a bed adorn'd with Ornament Jacob slept on the ground who would not deem Himself most happy having Jacob's dream Fox in his book of Martyrs speaks of one A woman poor in Jersey yet though grown Mean to the World when Mary Englands Queen Drew on our English Stage a bloody Scene God made her bed in that same fiery flake And when she came as Martyr to the stake A Childe came from her to her hearts desire So God brought her to bed by flames of fire He likewise threatned Jezabel that she Should have a bed of fire His Justice he Therein displays May not his Mercy then Turn flames of fire to beds for righteous men Nothing 's impossible if God accord Fire shall prove Beds of Ease say he the Word ¶ On Singing of Psalms BIrds sweetly chirp and sing but Nature gave Me a harsh voice more fit than sing to rave Should I use Art for a melodious strain 'T would be to spend my pretious time in vain When I sing Psalms and Hymns to God on high With devout praises to the Deity How can I think my voice shall please his ear When to my self it meanly doth appear Yet though I cannot chaunt a warbling tale With the sweet musick of the Nightingale Or with the Blackbird chirp I Swallow-like Will chatter or will with the Raven strike Or croak my measures better so to do Than to be silent for there may accrew A Blessing by my will If I want Art God thus commands My son give me thy heart Had God bestow'd on me a better voice With better musick I would then rejoyce But since 't is so the Spirits influence Shall salve my want of skill with store of sence To that end blessed Lord in me create A heart unfeigned new and in that state With heart and understanding I 'll rejoyce And rest contented with my present voice Yet one thing more of God I do desire Make me a Quirester in Heaven's Quire ¶ On little Sins SIn at the first seems small when I begin I thus conclude 'T is but a little sin I may wade through it dry shod So on tilt I run as if secur'd from sin by guilt But when into my sin I slily creep It suddenly appears so soul so deep So dangerous a gulph doth widely gape That without drowning I can hardly scape Thus in extremities I always bleed My sins are small they no repentance need Or else so great and heynous is my stain That I despair I can't a pardon gain A Reed out of thy Sanctuary Lord Would truly measure every deed and word But O if thou my misery reveal Do not thy mercy from my Soul conceal Lest if I apprehend my wounds gape wide My desperate Soul run out and thereby glide Into a world of to ments if my grief Seem to be greater than is thy relief If sin seems greater by one breadth of hair Than mercie doth it makes way for despair No sins are little 't is the Devil's cheat So to surmise for ev'ry sin is great ¶ On Temperance THis guides the Reason gives the Minde delight In moderating Lust and Appetite The Jews in this great Vertue are expert Shunning excess as men of great desert Perhaps because it should be understood They drank full draughts up of our Saviour's blood And being sensible they did digress May think it time t'abominate excess Our English Chronicles do much commend Their Queen Elizabeth who did transcend The Nobles of her age and England's King Edward the Sixth did in her praise thus sing When to discourse on her it was his
Much like the Frontispiece of Thee the Book Jehovah's Poem where he hath annext A gracious Comment to a glorious Text Urim and Thummim wrote in words at large Thou D'cus and Tutamen of thy charge Who ex utroque sitt'st amongst the Peers A perfect Nestor at meridian years Old Jeroboam holy Legends tell By making Peasants Priests turn'd Israel With her heels upward That prodigious phrase Of High swoln Woolsey in King Harry's days Ego Rex may teach great Monarchs what 's The sad effects of mounting Butchers beats To any thing but Gibbets Where such sway There 's none so proud so tyrannous as they Who suck nought from their Dams but kill and slay For take an upstart Groom who setcht his rise But lately from a Dung hill in a trice He huffs and Hamans it aâ—… such a rate As if the slip'ry wheels of Rowling Fate Were scotcht in him forgetting that the Son May end as basely as the Sire begun Births are th'immediate acts of God the choice Of man sounds well which ecchoes to that voice The Cream of Gentry not the Scum of Trade Princes are born but Commonwealths are made Then bless'd be Christ and Charles his servant who To silence the rude Cavils of our foe Has rais'd a Ruler from an antient stock A Swain like Daphais faiter than his flock In whom by happy providence we see The salse aspersion and foul caiumnie Which Brooke of old cast in the Churches face Bravely wipt off in nobler Compton's race 〈◊〉 the Great a Family well known From Hopton Heath to the Olympick Throne Compton the Valiant that hears a power From the Imperial Closet to the Tower Compton the Just what can be more exprest The Guns and Organs shall proclaim the rest Nor can the mouth of Spite it self defame Th'unfulli'd Trophies of that spotless Name Nor Malice choak'd with Liberty controul The least attempt of so divine a Soul Had all been Lyons once who wore that hide And each Lawn-slâ—…eve so honourably alli'd Save tem'pral envy and spiritual pride 〈◊〉 had not liv'd nor Caesar di'd The Cassock whilom scar'd into a jump And curtaâ—…'d all in rev'rence to the Rump May now exult with Warrantable glee In thy serene unblemish'd Pedigree With the white Prelate of the Garter Blue Undaunted Dolben and couragious Mew The High-born Durham generous Hereford By line a Baronet by Grace a Lord. And who should be first nam'd Sheldon the prime A word too glorious to be blaz'd in Rhyme As learned Lawyers justly boast the worth Of their Heroick Finch and Honour'd North. When Gospel-sury chang'd our Oyl to Ashes And Pulpits turn'd to Caledonian Swashes When Charity caught cold and zeal ran mad When men of Lâ—…vi dwelt in tents of Gad Black were our Stars Cimmerian our Night No Darkness like degenerated Light But when the Sons of Peers lay down the sharp Faulchion to tune the Psaltery and the Harp Abandoning the pleasures of Hide-park And with King David dance before the Ark 〈◊〉 spirit flies the Warlike Spear Being beat into a Sheep-hook shall we fear New Curse ye Meroz Doctrines in these Nations Clench'd with Edge hill and Naseby applications Harry the Eighth that he might propagate Feud against Popery and secure his State Dispos'd the then Top-heavy Churches Lands In his Nobilities and Gentries hands Knowing when time should turn which often varies They'd surely fight pro Focis if not Aris. But our blest Liege that Piety may greet Her younger sister Policy thinks meet True Honours Ore should wear Religion's Stamp To have the Chair recruited from the Camp His Majesty in such designes as these Impropriates the Bishops not the Sees Impropriate did I say rather restore Them to the Splendour they maintain'd of yore That when weak Curats fail these Sons of Thunder May keep the Dan and Bethil rabble under No Northern storms shall then our Temple stir Whose Beams are Cedar though their Rasters Fir. And the rich Pavement which we walk upon Smooth as the Chariot of King Solomon Without a stone of stumbling and offence Or speaking Treason in a Scripture sence Or crushing Texts until they vomit blood A signe the Pulpits were not Irish wood All peevish Sects shall fall from their extreams Won by thy Worth and melted by thy Beams As if thy parts which we poor Lads admire Were mixt of Gunning's â—…ht and Rupert's Fire Enough to make a Brownist keep the road And 〈◊〉 chaunt another Palinode Abringdon Wild whose Drolls infect the Rout May now complain his Pen hath got the Gout Who bubbled with his once-applauded 〈◊〉 Out-did his Name by barking at the Mitre Shall cease to stroak his half-dry Muses Duggs In tenderness to 's Conscience or his Luggs The Pagan Saint whose prerious lips express Nought but sweet Sippets of Soul-savingness Making the splay-mouth'd Brethren mump like Apes At Brooks his Apples and at Titchburn's Grapes Shall balk his Canting and convince the Gang An Anthem's better musick than a Twang And we Plebeian Off-springs meanly bred With a short Grace an Egg and so to bed Yet having Souls where loyal flames are nurst To Charles the good and James of Charles the first Shall to engage Posterity our bebtor Spend our dear blood as free as it 't were better My Lord accept this Mite and if it please Give us thy benediction and take these May all the Gifts and Graces that befel On Moses Joshua and Samuel Inrich thy Breast and Brain in such a sort That the whole City Country and the Court Led by thy good example without stain Of being factious bruitish or profane May win their pristine Glory once again May as benign and prosperous a state As e'er George Wharton could prognosticate Light on thy heart and bless thee o're and o're Wisdom and Wealth augmenting still thy store Long may'st thou govern without Guile or Gall And be thy Moderation known to all To bring strai'd Sheep by whatsoever name Back to the Fold from whence at first they came No private Meetings in thy Diocess Except those lawful ones of Truth and Peace But if the many-headed Beast should rise To pluck Kings plumes and peck out Prelates eyes Teach them to crumble like a tottring Wall Or Dagon cripled with a second fall Or heads on London-bridge expos'd to sight That grin and shew their teeth but cannot bite Lastly when Paul's Cathedral whose fair growth Attends on thine is finish'd when ye both Piercing the Clouds have kiss'd the Lights above That by aspiting Towers thee by Love When the whole story of thy span is told And deeds as well as Bays have made thee old When the officious Angels shall have given Thy better part its proper place in Heaven May thy bright Fame outshine the Morning-star As Prince a Prelate and a Batchelar So prayeth Most Honoured Lord the humblest and meanest of your Lordships Servants Samuel Speed ADVERTISEMENT THere is lately Published an an excellent Piece entituled The Vanity of Arts and Sciences By Henry Cornelius Agrippa Kt. Doctor of both Laws Judge of the Prerogative Court and Counsellor to Charles the Fifth Emperour of Germany To be sold by most Booksellers FINIS ‖ Helmets the Arms of Compton †Woolsey a Butcher's Son of Ipswich * The place where the old Earl was murthered ‖ The Bishop of London Clerk of the Closet †Earl of Northampt. Constable of the Tower ‖ The Bishop of Winton Doctor Morley †Drâ—…m in the scotch phrase as appears by their Letany Fro au Harlotree the Dinger of the Swash i.e. the beater of the Drum the foul Fiend and the Gallow-tree Gude Laird deliver us * Once Chaplain to M. G. Brown at Abingdon