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Diuine epistles Dedicated. to right honble. & worthy guests inuited to ye nuptialls of the great Kings sonne. &c By Augustin. Taylor. preacher at Hawarden
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Taylor, Augustine.
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Lord thou knowes I haue no more to giue But I 'm for more farre more indebt yet trust Since thou wilt iustifie me so vniust Thou wilt regard my nothing nothing breedes He that possesseth all things nothing needes That thou accepts my faith for righteonsnesse I can no more do and I will no lesse In words and actions then shew thankfulnesse Since it hath pleas'd thy greatnesse to admit My poore defectiue impotence vnfit To be a bride for thee I 'll hence forth striue T' extinguish all my illnesse and depriue Those vices of their lodgings that haue beene My welcome guests before I was thy Queene What I haue beene I 'll cease to be and frame My selfe to beare the beauty of thy name True modesty and loyalty shall rest To waite vpon thy spirit in my brest Assist me with thy grace and thou shall see All th' ornaments proper for Maiestie Prepared for thy seruice I confesse Thou might'st haue had thy spouse ' mongst princesses Of greater honor and of nobler race I know poore Ruth my grandame had no place Whereinto rest but by permission yet Because she 's faire and lowly Boaz will let Her gleane amongst his reapers and withall Strictly commands his seruants that they shall Not offer once to blame her tels her rather It is his pleasure that she stay and gather In his then goe t'an other field and thus Changes small fauours into Maximus And at the last this fruite his loue doth yeild Takes her and makes her mistris of the field Sure she was faire being honor'd with such store That lookt so louely when she was so poore Euen such was I a Ruth on whom no Ruth The word bestow'd vntill the word of truth Came to suruey his vineyard and gaue mee Commission to worke there and liberty To claime a sacred peny and in th' end Supposing that the office of a friend Was not grace great enough he chooseth rather To manifest th' affection of a father And builds againe of a poore wretch vndone A blessed bride for his eternall sonne My Lord I do not vtter this to thee For thou art sensible of my miserie I tell the neighbouring nations least they ghesse I 'm prone to ill but too proud to confesse I know my faults and betweene griefes and feares My body 's like a barke that sayles in teares Made to transport thy choyce the soule from th' earth Towards the faire land of euer-lasting mirth And on these seas of sorrowes Lord vouchsafe To be my Pylate and conduct me safe Vnto the shoares of peace and thou shall see My loue so beautifi'd with constancie That thou 'll be pleas'd to say I do approue The price of life is payd with coyne of loue Great Prince I 'm very poore infirme and weake Disable without thee to thinke or speake The smallest good therefore I 'll still intreate That as my dignity thou didst create Thou would'st maintaine it though the cause be mine Thou knowes it honors thee to honor thine As the Kings honor 's made of subiects duties So are thy glories made of thy Queenes beauties I take it such are thine no I mistake Thine are thy owne since thou didst please to make Me free t' inioy them when I thee adore I but repay what I receiu'd before Since by thy bounties I in plenties liue Giue thou me more and more that I may giue To others that to all it may be seene Of beauty and bounty th' ast compos'd thy Queene With hands that neuer err'd blest with the senses Of plenty the meet'st mettle to make Princes Lord lend me all thy graces till I rise From earrh to glory in thy Paradise In the meane time accept my sacrifice Which Baptist-like I send before aboue My soule flyes after with the wings of loue FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord declaring her Confidence A Heauenly legacy for the vse of of the Right Honorable IOHN Earle of Bridg-water and his most Noble Countesse the Lady Francis Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE IOHN EARLE OF Bridg-water c. And to his most noble Lady Francis Countesse of Bridgewater The issue of the Ancient and Illustrious House of Derby * ⎠* Right Honorable IF you admire wherefore I bring This offring to your hands My reason 's this I saw day spring The first vpon those lands That was your birth-plot and for that My heart and hand this giues And know your Honor die shall not So long as English liues Another reason's I confesse I liue vnder the wing Of your good mother Patronesse Of Syon where I sing And Preach by Gods commission I Am sent to call in ghests To see the Lambe in 's Maiesty Where peace and plenty rests And dearely humbly I intreate Your Honors to that place Where you shall sit in glories seate And see God face to face Your Noble dispositions bee So generally approu'd That for your true Nobilitie Y' are both both prais'd and lou'd And so God grant you may be still 'T is that I wish to see And if you please t' approue my will Feare God and fauour mee Your Honors to be Commanded Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The faith of Isr'el's here express'd Her disobedience done Humility's by her profess'd And all her good begone GReat King of Israell may I be so bold To speake a few words more some part 's vntold Of that I meant to vtter vouchsafe t' heare My speech preferred with a reuerent feare Thy ancient seruants prudently fore-seeing Him men deny or doubt to haue a beeing They can doe no true seruice doe expresse The first good that man doth is to confesse The being of one God and Scripture saith The Honor thou admits is built on faith Lord I beleeue and thou mayst shew thy might To helpe my vnbeliefe that in thy sight I may be perfect and I will approue My haruest's from the seeding of thy loue My Lord this is my faith I sted-fastly Beleeue all things deliuered of thee 'Twixt th'Alpha and th'Omega of thy booke And I 'm perswaded all the paines thou tooke Tends to my rest thy promises of grace Are th'euidence I keepe for glory's place The poorenesse of thy comming birth and kinne As I conceiue was onely for to winne The loue not prayse of men thou didst agree T'ore come temptations that we might be free Thou washt their feete that did attend on thee I take it to teach me humillitie And as a friend that is to take in hand A long and dangerous voyage doth command His kinted and acquaintance to be fit To share of 's friendly farewell and being met They sole mnize it sadly and then parts With discontent and heauinesse of hearts And this last token ties their loues t' attend Euen so my Lord my husband and my friend Did institute a supper that I might Keepe him though absent euermore in sight And then he tooke his
friends so did thy father and mother As death doth fetch one nature brings another To keepe earth in repaire vntill there come The members of my Bride all knit in one Th' art now ship-like still flitting restlesse and Floting in miseries on this nether-land And cannot anchor yet but shall land at The Mount aboue th' Armenian ararat I know thy poore Barke is in danger still Betwixt the promis'd good and present ill My Bethels plenties and thy Babels wants Drawes thee as Iron cast amongst Adamants Yet know if thou like Lots wife wauer do Thou'll loose the City and the Mountaine too Fergetfull loue I must first send to thee That thou shewes these signes of disloyalty I do not take it well thou art so slow That thankes for all the blessings I bestow Is yet vntruely payd Now I could chide But it becomes not me to vse my bride Discurteously I 'ld not be angry yet My loue to thee commands me not forget My patience therefore arme thy selfe with hast The dayes of peace will soone be ouer-past Hearken my spouse I haue some things to tell Concernes the health and wealth of Israel I do remember thee euen from that day Thou lay vnshapen in a lumpe of clay Voyd of forme life and beauty I begun Then to behold the workes that I had done In number many and in fashion faire T' adorne the earth and beautifie the Ayre I blest them all with order then I meant To make some pretious peece more excellent Then all the rest and to place that aboue And make that chiefe and that should be my loue And that I would preferre and raise to honor And that should be my bride and still vpon her Angels should waite And this is my decree What wrongs are done to her as done to me Shall be reueng'd Thou art this Bride I say And all I promise I haue power to pay Let all thy enemies thinke on 't my intent's That all like faults shall feele like punishments Thee pretious peece when I did meane to make With care and loue I thus in hand did take Let vs make man of other things I sayd Let there be such and they were form'd and made The Earth the Seas the Ayre the Fire and all That 's made in or vpon this neather-ball The Starres and Lights aboue the Moone and Sunne I did but speake the Word and these were done And they were well done but when I apply'd My powre and skill to frame my selfe a Bride I made thee matchlesse thus pure faire and free The blessed Heire of Immortalitie I 'ue made thee wise because true wisedome should Shew like a Ruby in refined gold And lodge in Princes breasts I 'ue made thee strong To vanquish all thy foes that thou a long Through Iordans flood to Syloes streame may passe And that as farre as Diamond doth glasse Thou may exceede the rest Truth did entreate That in thy breast she might possesse a seate And she shall keepe it for to keepe thee free From flattering lying and hypocrisie From enuy error and the worst that soe Thy substance may be better then thy showe The clod I made thee of was clay the time When th' earth was in her nonage in her prime When water earth and ayre were stor'd with plenties With seuerall sorts of many seuerall deuties The place where thou receiu'd thy first estate Was neere to Eden yet without the gate But I did bring thee Inn and did decree What I had done should be to honor thee And thou shall rule as chiefe thy rule shall stand I haue commanded all for thy command Consider thy state doth all else excell To haue a being and a being well Both argues power and mercy in the hand Of the great worke-man thou mayst vnderstand In this last act apparantly doth rest The difference betweene the man and beast Powerfull and pittifull thou shalt me proue Sure I thinke thou thinkes I deserue thy loue Do not mistake my loue 't is pure and free And thine 's deffectiue both in qualitie And in condition If the price were layd In ballance ' gainst the purchase 't would be sayd That I haue made a loosers match but still Power may performe and want may onely will What euer faults are thine if thou repent My pleasure is in mercy my intent Intends thy ioy my loue is setled so I had rather giue ten blessings then one blow FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Election A Caelestiall legacy for the vse of the Honorable Sr. Thomas Sauage and his noble Lady Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. Thomas Sauage Knight and Barronet one of the Prince his highnesse Priuy Councell c. AND TO HIS MOST NOBLE Lady the Lady Sauâ—ge Daughter and heire to the Right Honorable the Lord DARCY c. Truely Honorable AS two great riuers when in one they meete Makes faire and fruitful all the neighbouring lands Euen so our Country when you too did greate Felt strength and comfort by your clasping hands Your bounties plenties beauties wit and loue Makes both your Honors to slane wondrous bright In Court and Country and me first did mone At your faire lampes to giue my candle light And since you loue the pious life of grace I 'm bold to bring this sacrifice to you It is diuine and therefore claimes a place In your great bossomes Truth sayth 't is her due To lodge in the best roomes of euery brest Yea euen in Princes for because it brings Th'externallioy and the internall rest Truths life and Honor and rewards makes kings Of meane men and this part which I present Vnto your Honors is Iehouahs voyce Descending to our terrence continent Vpon th' election of his Bride his choyce Wonder not why I write you are the sunne To Chesters neighbours ' mongst whom I 'm a starre Though dim and therefore I should haue begunne To tender my affection sooner farre Since your faire Country is my friendly nurse I owe this loue vnto your Noble nest What treasure I entoy I will disburse To make both loue and seruice manifest For you if I can write or Preach or pray Command me freely for indeede you may At your Honors Command in the seruice of GOD. Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The Soule 's the Bride and least she swerue Or erre in any act The Lord his Syon to conserue Doth to his sonne contract MY dearest loue Oh that thou had the wings Of true affection Loue that 's fit for Kings Ought to be pure and lasting then be wise Prouide to offer since the sacrifice I manifest vnto thee man prouide Or loose the honor to be call'd my Bryde I call'd thee Bride stay Did I not mistake Did I not erre a man a Bride to make No no I did not I did fall in loue With my owne Image and I must approue My proper seate is in the soule