are they that thirst for Righteousness They shall be fill'd more than we can express Bless'd are the tender mercifus of minde They that in mercy give shall mercy finde Bless'd are the pure of heart their Sanctitie Shall lead them to the Holy Deitie Bless'd are peace-makers they shall make abode As Children with their Father and their God Blessed are they that suffer in a cause That 's just their suffering is their applause Blessed are they that persecuted are And when relivers do no venom spare When Disconcent sets all things out of frame Patience is Physick Prophers us'd the same Of Angels MY Soul in thy Devotions always say O God my God Lord hear me when I pray Let not or Saint or Angel though sublime Share of that honour which is due to him For if you give not God your Heart your All You Caesar rob to pay your Tythes to Paul Nor ought we to the Saints to shew neglect As if the objects of our disrespect Dives in his distress cry'd out for water To Abraham a Saint It is no matter We know what Dives was and will forbear To follow him that ran into a snare ¶ Of Christ's Passion FRom Circumcision to the hour of death Alas sad sate Christ's Passions still kept even with his breath Such was his state He first was in a Manger wrap'd In dangers nurs'd and often scap'd As he of Graces had the richest store So likewise he Of Tears of Sweat of Blood and yet much more Could not be free For Emulation then was understood As now it is 't was dangerous to be good And he that seeks for Peace 'mong men Shall finde it But the Lord knows when On St. Paul's Conversion SO shin'd that glorious Sun upon this Saint That falling down he did both fear and faint It was the Light of God that shin'd whose weight Might sorely press coming from such a height Encompass'd round so that he could not â—…lee From that same vo ce Why persecut it thou me From that same date St. Paul's Conversion came And he grew Master of a shining Fame ¶ On Christ's Praying CHrist in the Garden prays enclos'd with Trees And earnestly importunes on his knees That Cup might pass but see his Son-like skill In praying Father if it be thy will From whence I learn the duty of a Son It is to say Father thy will be done ¶ On Honour and Valour HOnour and Valour being once at strise Which should atchieve most glory in their life Honour did much went on would not give o're Valour flew boldly on and did much more The World 's uncertain Honour he was beat Yet Valour 's head must serve for Honour's seat ¶ On Tinder TO Tinder like each strike That Satan gives My Soul receives With ev'ry Match a Catch My Soul does get When he doth hit Hereafter I will flie Temptations all so shall My Voice be rightly tun'd and apt to say I 'll worship none but God and him obey ¶ The Litany O God the Father God the Son That made and did redeem each one And God the Holy Ghost look on us miserable sinners By thy most bloody sweat and Cross By thy pretious death and loss By thy ascending up from dross Good Lord deliver us In all our troubles time of wealth In time of sickness or of health In Deaths sad hour which comes by stealth Good Lord deliver us We sinners do beseech thee Lord To prosper and increase thy Word Unto thy Church good Rules afford We beseech thee to hear us good Lord. That it may please thee to endue All Ministers with knowledge true That we with profit may it shew We beseech thee c. That Grace and Wisdome may increase That Wars and Jarrings all may cease That we thy people may have peace We beseech thee c. That it may please thee to bestow On us thy servants here below Hearts that shall praise for what we owe We beseech thee c. That it may please thee be the way For their return that do each day Deceive themselves and go astray We beseech thee c. That it may please thee by thy hand To strengthen those aright do stand Others to raise by thy command We beseech thee c. That it may please thee succour those That grief and tribulation knows When persecuted by their foes We beseech thee c. That it may please thee to preserve Captives in danger like to starve And from Childe-bearers not to swerve We beseech thee c. That it may please thee to desend The Fatherless and to the end Thy blessings to the Widows send We beseech thee c. That it may please thee pity all And keep our Enemies from thrall Fetch home their hearts that from thee fall We beseech thee c. That it may please thee to defend On us the kindly fruits that grow Be God and friend unto thy foe We beseech thee c. That it may please thee to forgive Our sins that we upright may live According to thy Word and thrive We beseech thee c. O Son of God we pray thee hear O Lamb of God do not forbear To look in mercy on each Tear We beseech thee c. After our sins O do not us regard Nor after our iniquities reward Lord have mercy upon us Christ have mercy upon us Let us pray Our Father c. ¶ On St. Michael the Archangel WE praise thee Christ among the quires Of Angels who thy voice obey That art the life of Heart-desires Thy Father's Power and shining Ray. Whole myriads of heav'nly Peers Fight for thy cause in close aray But Michael who thy Standard bears The Cross of Safety does display He the pernicious Dragon threw Into the flames of Hell's Abyss The Captain with his Rebel-Crew He thundred from Coelestial Bliss Under this Prince let 's every one Against Pride's Captain combat so As that the Lamb may from his Throne Crown Glories upon us below To God the Father God the Son And to the Holy Ghost in Heaven As hitherto it hath been done Let Glory evermore be given ¶ Oppositions GOd is light and sin is dark God lives above and sin beneath God is just but sin 's a Shark God is Life and sin is Death God is Heaven sin is Hell God is fair and sin is foul God saves many that rebel Sin 's Damoation to the Soul Adam in Paradise did stand Angels in Heaven by God's command But sin doth with a gilded Dart Not only tempt but wound the heart God doth entreat the Soul by love Sin with deceit the Soul doth move Sin laid the corner-stone in Hell Sin made this World a Monster swell In all to God 't is flatly opposite It wants the good of Vertue and of Light ¶ On Thoughts STill I am thinking thoughts that are not good They are as common as my food And do increase like Beans in mud As thick as any Wood. Suppose I harbour some that do
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
What here thou Viewest is the Gravers Art A shape of man Only the Outward part Peruse the booke therein more plainly read Vera effigies Samuelis Speed F.H. Van Houe fec What here thou Viewest is the Gravers Art A shape of man Only the Outward part Peruse the booke therein more plainly read Vera effigies Samuelis Speed Prison Pietie OR MEDITATIONS Divine and Moral Digested into Poetical Heads On Mixt and Various Subjects Whereunto is added A PANEGYRICK TO The Right Reverend and most Nobly descended HENRY Lord Bishop of LONDON By SAMUEL SPEED Prisoner in Ludgate London Despise not this 'cause in Confinement writ Prisons improve the gifts of Grace and Wit For Before I was aflicted I went astray but now have I learned thy Statutes LONDON Printed by J. C. for S. S. and sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster 1677. TO The most Reverend Father in God His Grace GILBERT By Divine Providence Lord Arch bishop OF CANTERBVRY Primate and Metropolitan Of all ENGLAND May it please your Grace USe hath become a Custome for Writers to shroud their Pens and Parts under the Patronage of some Honourable and secure Protection by which my Lord I am emboldened to supplicate your Graces favour my Attempt carrying with it these two Reasons to mitigate my Presumption First that these my Ejaculations and Meditations being Divine they pretend a Title to your Graces Cognizance with whose most learned Name being presented to the world they will undoubtedly sinde an Acceptance among Pious and Judicious Readers The other Reason is That since your Grace was acquainted with my deceased Grand father Mr. John Speed the English Chronologer and laborious Genealoger the Author and this his Enchiridion he humbly hopes may obtain your favourable Aspect For which causes I am apt to promise to my self a fair Interpretation though they are the Issues of my Retirements in a Prison since from the like place Almighty God by a Miracle did redeem St. Peter and our Blessed Saviour deigned to love poor Lazarus though in a low condition though I write from a Prison to the Palace of England's renowned Metropolitan it is however to testifie the zeal I have for your Graces merits May your Honours as your hours increase in this Age may your glorious Memory be admired in futurity And when your Grace shall exchange your Terrestâ—…ial Theatre for a Coelestial Throne may a Crown of Glory to eternity adorn your Vertues which is and shall be the continual Prayer of Most Reverend Learned and most Pious Patron Your Graces Most devout most humble and obsequious Servant SAMUEL SPEED To the DEVOUT Christian Reader LOndon's too late and fatal Judgments the Plague and Fire having made me uncapable to manage my Affairs with the like success as formerly some Creditors severe as well as covetous forced me to a Confinement in Ludgate where the bet ter to employ my time I have compiled and composed this Manual of Meditations which consists of Psalms Hymns and Divine Poems In which act of Contemplation I made my Prison my Paradise being so transported with Raptures that I banish'd from my memory all thoughts of my Affliction And as I found great satisfaction in the writing I hope the Reader will finde the like in the perusal for in it are variety of Subjects especially such as are extracted from the Psalms that book which may properly be called the Heart of the Bible and is therefore most fitly placed in the middle as the Anatomy of the Soul the Epitome of the Law and the Expositor of the Gospel the Register Enchiridion and Summary of the Holy Scriptures And as the writing thereof hath been delightful so certainly in Confinement no pleasure can exceed a serious especially if Divine Study no Companions can be better than divine Books nor can any time be better spent than in contemplative Devotion Therefore since this life is as it were a Fair and while the Fair lasteth there is to be bought in it any thing that is necessary if we suffer the time of the Fair to slip away it is in vain to expect another Wherefore before the time be past which the Lord of the Fair and the mercie of thy Maker hath allowed be studious to perform Repentance that thou mayst procure Pardon be diligent to gain Grace that thou mayst obtain Glory It is reported of Alexander the Great that when he came to besiege any place he caused a burning Light to be set up and then made proclamation that so long as the Light burned he gave his Enemy time to seek for mercie by surrendring themselves and the place but if within that time they did it not the Sword should destroy them all Now what is mans life but a burning Light and so long as this Light continues God gives us time to make our peace with him and to provide for our future safety but this Light being once extinguished before we draw neer to God by Repentance and Conversion those two fabricks of Salvation what remains but a sudden and an eternal destruction Therefore since we have filled God's bag with our sins let us likewise fill his bottle with our tears Wherefore when we waste our time we ought not to complain for the want of time but rather to follow the example of that holy St. Ignatius who when he heard a Clock strike would say There 's one hour more now past that I have to answer for Latimer rose usually at Two of the clock in the morning to his Study and Bradford slept not commonly above four hours in the night and in his bed till sleep came his Book went not out of his hand He counted that hour not well spent wherein he did not some good either with his Pen his Study or Discourse these Worthies well weighing that truth which Seneca asserts Time that is consumed idly is rather spilt than spent Contemplation is the life of the Soul and the Christians best Companion in his solitude but a contemplative life without practice is like unto Rachel Jacob's Wife beautiful bright-sighted but barren It is good therefore to have Rachel's beautiful face to be seconded with Leahs fruitful womb By Contemplation and Consideration Solomon got much of his Wisdom as appeareth by his Ecclesiastes which by some is very aptly called Solomon's Soliloquy St. Basil left his friends and acquaintance retiring himself into a Wilderness that he might the more devoutly serve God and delight himself in holy Meditations And St. Hierome comforting a young Hermit bad him look up to Heaven and take a few turns in Paradise by his Meditations assuring him that so long as he had Paradise in his minde and Heaven in his thoughts he should not be sensible of his Solitariness Nor is Contemplation onely delightful but also profitable by taking the meditation off from vain Imaginations idle Company profane Discourse and obscene Songs all which are too frequent in a Prison and tend not onely to the corruption of good
Sacred Writ we cleerly know That ev'ry man makes Vanity his show Preferment Pleasure Profit are the three That do compleat the Worldlings Trinity He dies a sinner as when he began At first to live So vain a thing is man Man Well may the Angels feet ne'r step aside When ye have God to be your glorious Guide How can ye wander or how can ye stray When ye are always in and with your way Your Conversations must be void of Strife When ye have God your Way your Truth Life Ang. Man was created in no less degree Than the bright Image of the Deity He above other Creatures well may boast As he 's the Temple of the Holy Ghost But how hath he that glorious form defac'd Defi'd his Maker and himself disgrac'd Retaining principles his Soul bereaves Making God's Temple seem a Den of Thieves How can Ingratitude sound louder than Yours to your God So vain a thing is man Man But if we do repent and pardon crave As God can smite so the same God can save Then bring us Hallelujahs from your Quier We 'll vie whose notes shall sweetest be and higher Both All Glory be to God on High And to the Holy Trinity As first it was is now and may When fading time shall want a day ¶ Of Mirth and Mourning IN midst of Mirth there sadness is And so in Grief there 's joy Whilst wealthy sinners faces smile Their hearts do feel annoy Carnal delights they are but vam And bring vexations too They sound like musick in a strain Whose discord ends in rue Thus to the Sensualist they play Left he prove dull and sad But when the Reckoning comes to pay It makes him downright mad So true is that of Solomon In laughter there is grief The end of mirth is heaviness And Hell the salse relief But he that 's truly penitent And doth his Tears impart They are to Angels straightway sent Rejoycing his own heart They are the solace of his Soul If bitter they appear His comforts then the sweeter are The sinner's Pearl's a Tear His Sighs and Groans if they are deep And threaten to destroy In peace he may lie down and sleep The fuller is his joy The beams of Consolation shine Into this house of grief His Soul in travel is at last Sweet Peace is his relief So that I truly may conclude He that doth mourn for Sin Doth weep for Joy a multitude Of Pleasure lies therein Those Christal Rivers that do flow So nâ—…er the Heav'nly King They their original do owe Unto a Weeping-spring One rich drop from a solid sigh Pure in a Christal-birth Is to be priz'd by far above Oceans of carnal Mirth ¶ On Ambition HOnour 's insatiate never satisfi'd Nor is the Beggar innocent from Pride The Labourer a Yeoman fain would be The Yeoman would a Gentleman's degree The Gentleman must worship'd be at Feast And to that end must be a Squire at least The swaggering Squire must needs be dub'd a Knight Then aims at Baron as his Title-right The Baron must be Lord to please his Girl If that won't do he must be made an Earl That done Ambition bids him still aspier Marquess in Heraldry is one step higher The Marquess then casts out his golden Hook With Cash and Crast till he becomes a Duke The Duke no arguments can him convince But that by merit he should be a Prince When Prince he elevates his foaring wing Flies to the Throne of a terrestrial King Yet there 's no rest so doth Ambition gull us He must be Caesar or he will be Nullus Caesar won't make him yet the World's Commander Wherefore he must be styl'd an Alexander And Alexander though the whole World's Rod Must be ador'd and worshipt as a God After his many wonders even then He sound himself to be as other men Base Pride eclipses those of high degree But before Honour is Humility Honour that Furnace which doth heat the blood Making men act things but profusely good Swelling Ambition makes a man its slave Till Death's sharp Dart doth post him to his grave But how in play first came this cheating Sin Adam would be a God so it came in Other sins fly from God and shun the chace This boldly flies in the Almighty's face All that the erring Children have to say Is this It was our Father led the way ¶ Spiritus Sanctus COme holy Spirit come and breathe Thy spicy Odours on the face Of our dull Region here beneathe And fill our Souls with thy sweet Grace Come and root out the poysonous Weeds That over-run and choak our lives And in our hearts plant thine own Seeds Whose quickning power our Spirit revives First plaâ—… the humble Violet there That dwells secure by being low Then let the Lily next appear And make us chast yet fruitful too But oh plant all the Vertues Lord And let the Metaphors alone Repeat once more that mighty Word Thou needst but say Let it be done We can alas nor be nor grow Unless thy powerful mercy please Thy hand must plant and water too Thy hand alone must give encrease Do then what thou alone canst do Do what to thee so easie is Conduct us through this World of woe And place us safe in thine own Bliss All Glory to the Sacred Three One Ever living Soveraign Lord As at the first still may he be Belov'd and prais'd fear'd and ador'd ¶ The Christian and a Worldling A Dialogue Wor. IS it not pleasant Christian to be great Chr. 'T is but a moral cheat Wor. Where lies the cheat when I receive the gold Chr. In crying sins untold Wor. Must I be wretched 'cause I'm growing rich Chr. Wealth is oft-times a Witch Wor. Amity with the World I never mist. Chr. That 's enmity with Christ. Wor. I cloath the naked I the hungry seed Chr. Those are good acts indeed Wor. My Purse for Alms flows like a Conduit pâ—…pe Chr. 'Cause ye the Widows gripe Wor. I fear my God and do my Neighbours love Chr. That men may well approve Wor. I relieve those that have in Perils been Chr. But only to be seen Wor. This do I do what is 't I should do more Chr. Give all unto the Poor Then may thy name be in the Christian-list And when thou' rt poor thy treasure is in Christ. ¶ On the Tree of Knowledge IN Paradise it was this Tree did grow Plac'd in the midst that man might thereby know It was the choicest Plant but Satan came And with his wiles beguiled Adam's Dame Taste Woman eat quoth he it doth descry Both Good and Evil eat and never die Forbear and perish herein lies the odds They that shall eat hereof shall be as Gods Is it not pleasant were it understood You 'd eat and say it is no common Food It is an Oyntment for your blinded eyes First taste then eat this Fruit will make you wise Eve like a silly woman then began To bite that Bait
providence doth think it fit To hit the mark sometimes by missing it Let me not now appear so idly rude To pay my God with my Ingratitude And give my thanks to Fortune as if she Were Governess of my Tranquillity But if my thanks may make a recompence I 'll pay them to the eye of Providence Narrow was my escape be it my charge That therefore I my thankfulness inlarge Lest my ingratitude should justly cause That since this Arrow seemingly did pause By touching of my hat but miss'd my head The next may pierce my heart and strike me dead The ancient Romans did this Law contrive Ingrateful ones should be devour'd alive He that receiv'd and thankfulness would want Was cast whilst living to the Cormorant Lycurgus made no Law to punish such Thinking no wretch could dare to sin so much ¶ On Disturb'd Devotion THis morning Lord I visited my friend But ill came of that good I did intend Unhappy I that then should finde the way When he to his apartment went to pray If I 'm uncapable my self to build Shall I snatch Tools from him is thorow skill'd Certainly better far more pious 't were And Christian-like to joyn with him in Prayer But now how shall I study an amends That as before we may continue friends Lord what he wanted if it be thy will Be pleas'd to grant for he 's thy servant still Thou knowst for what he did intend to sue And my Petition for him 's doubly due That neither he nor I may loosers be Lord hear our Saviour both for him and me ¶ On Sin and Sorrow OUr Sin and Sorrow two Companions are Sin leads us in and Sorrow feeds the snare If our short moments merrily are spent Into eternal mournings we are sent He that won't weep while he may pardon have Hereafter may in vain for pity crave One bottle full of Tears thy sins may quell But a whole Cloud not quench the flames of Hell Then let the careless sinner laugh and scorn I 'll weep at present not for ever mourn Valleys of Tears do shew their cleansing skill And raise a sinner unto Sions hill But the fool's heart is in the house of mirth His Joy's his Sorrow and his Heaven Earth But he whose Cup is fill'd unto the brink With sin he shall in Seas of Sorrow sink Wherefore my Sins I 'll here in Sorrow steep And so weep now as not for ever weep ¶ On Mortality LOrd what a Shadow is the Life of man A nothing less than is a little span Just as a Bird when as it takes its flight From off the owners hand is out of sight Our present time is as a fading flower A flying minute or a running hour The time to come after the present's fled Uncertain is next Sun may see us dead Lord in this hour oh make me sure of thee Lest in the next I miss Felicitie ¶ On St. Peter's Enlargement WHen the good Angel brought Saint Peter out From Prison there was neither noise nor shout That should for joy awake the Iron-gate Yet of its own accord it open'd straight But see how all things in their duties vary He chang'd his Prison for the house of Mary Mother of John yet stood and knock'd at door Could not get in with ease got out before The Iron-gate obedience understood Yet he found opposition by the Wood. Easie the answer is There no man was The Gate to open or to guard the pass But as in course it usual was before A Portress was design'd to wait the door God would not shew his finger where the hand Of man impower'd was to bear command Lord should a wooden Obstacle increase Or be a bar unto our hopes of Peace An arm of flesh might set a â—…ter free Without those Miracles are wrought by thee But shou'dst thou leave usâ—… Lord do what we can We cry Alas Vain is the help of man To God alone all glory be ascrib'd Jaylors extort but God cannot be brib'd ¶ The Soul's Search LIke weeping Mary holy sorrow lays Wait for the Lord and seeks him divers ways And Saving Faith like wrestling Jacob finds Its Saviour out and firmly to him binds Like the devoted Spouse so fervent love Doth dwell with Christ not thinking to remove This brings the Soul to Pastures fresh and green And leads it to the Chamber of the Queen Hereafter Christ the blessed Soul doth bring To the Coelestial-chamber of the King So that to lodge with Christ and view his face Is the perfection of eternal Grace Lord oh my Soul doth love no other he I sought have found and thirst to dwell with thee ¶ On Prosperity IF wicked men in Gold and Silver shine Should I at their Prosperity repine When I indeed behold their spreading Eay And view their Quails methinks I 'm apt to say They happy are but 't is when I forget Their shining-sun doth with a twinkle set For when into God's Sanctuary I Once place my foot I easily descry That all the Blossoms of their splendid Glory Are as dull shadows meerly momentory The scum of Vanity a useless froth Blasted with one breath of Almighty wrath External Pleasures on which they rely Fill up the measures of their misery Like the deceitful Salute Joab gave To Amasa so all their great and brave Bespangled Honour mounts them up in Vice Only to cast them from a precipice Or like the Mule of Absalom doth bear Them to the Gallows and so leaves them there Like Jaels present in a lordly dish It seems to pleasure the luxurious wish But in the end when sensual Lusts prevail The dire conclusion shews a fatal nail And very frankly chalketh out the way For a sad Summons to the Judgment-day Thus their Prosperity doth first betray With tempting smiles and in conclusion slay As a poor Ox in fatning Pasture feeds To day the next he 's singled out and bleeds What envy will at Malefactors flie Because the day is fair wherein they die Why doth Iniquity in Glory flourish In Pastures large it only is to nourish Them for the slaughter Hear the sum of all Experience tells it Pride will have a fall For Mediocrity bent Agur's art He knew Prosperity doth swell the heart ¶ On Humility NOsce teipsum hard is to be learn'd A mans own faults are not with ease discern'd The faults of other men are writ in Text Easie to read when ours are not annext The eye that 's fixt on Natures choicest shelf Can all things see yet not behold it self Presumptuous Confidence goes bleeding home When humble Fear triumphantly doth come Great Alexander would be deifi'd Confess'd himself a man his blood espi'd The humble man within another minds All things are excellent but when he finds He doth decline in Vertue noble Elf He is the first that shall condemn himself His eyes are full of his continual want Sees others worth and grieves himself is scant When he hath but a mite of his deserts Others he
magnifies Thus he imparts His generosity to famous use Whilst others do repay him with abuse From pride and malice none is more exempt Asham'd of honour values no contempt Violet-like he grows low to the ground That hides its head with leaves and he is found Like that with fragrant smells which so bewray That his own Vertues do his Worth betray In his Discourse he never flies aloft His words are few and those few words are soft Modestly speaking not self-glorious Nor peremptory nor censorious Because he thinks all other men more wise Corrects himself by his own modest eyes When his Devotions do the time beguile He makes himself a nothing wretched vile Doth no man emulate if understood He hates none but himself because not good A mite of Comfort doth his wants supply And none more patient when in misery Because he knows that his deserts are such That having sin'd cannot be plagu'd too much He a low Valley is and planted sweet Where fresh and fragrant Odours often meet And like the proud mans earth is trampled on Though full of wealthy Mines a pretious stone Fit for foundation-work not plac'd aloof God's holy Temple built with lowly roof Camomile-like and Palm-tree when deprest Doth higher rise wearied to take his rest Zacheus from the Sycamore came down And that descension made the Lord his own 'T is not the Proud that do in Christ believe Not Lofty but the Humble him receive Fruitfullest Trees do in the Valleys grow And thrive the better for their being low When taller Trees an interruption finde By the strong blast of a contagious winde Yet the tall Tree hangs down its head to say For this God made me and I do obey The humble man considers Earth's his Womb And then remembers Earth must be his Tomb. Unto Humility God's Grace is given Who with that Grace a Ladder makes to Heaven ¶ On Vice WHen on a Journey and am weary grown I finde an Inne within some Countty-town And have observ'd numbers of Guests do come First to the Chamberlain to shew a Room Perhaps one Chamber doth contain them all Yet on the Chamberlain doth each man call One to the Table bids him straight attend Another doth him to the Window send A third unto the Chimney must be led A fourth would be conducted to his bed A fifth man sends him down for Glass or Cup And e're he 's down another calls him up Thus he 's distracted with a sudden moyl Scarce can please all though tired with his toyl Such is the sad condition of my Soul In what a cloud of crosses it doth rowl By Nature I am born a wretched twin To sorrow servant and a slave to fin Unto the Window I am call'd by Pride Gluttony next pretends to be my Guide By Laziness I 'm to the Chimney led By Wantonness I 'm finely brought to bed Ambition calls me up but I am grown So coverous more profit calls me down Vices I see themselves do contradict 'T is only Vertue that doth Vice convict Free me O Lord from this distracted case Vertue it self is Vice unless thou place It in a centre like it self to shine A servant unto sin cannot be thine For In thy service perfect freedom is Sin is a slavery a dark abyss Satan deludes the Soul to acts obscure But The commandments of the Lord are pure Vice is at best but a diseased Whore Splendidly painted making fools adore ¶ On God's presence HEaven it is ever to be with God Without him is in Hell to take abode You that in Christ no beauty can behold Nor Heavens glory dare you be so bold As not to think they all things do excel Or can you not behold the flames of Hell If in God's presence you do not delight Oh tremble at his absence If your flight Be at a distance as if you did doubt him Consider well and fear to be without him Lord thou my Heaven art my God my Guide My wedded Husband and my Soul 's thy Bride ¶ On Hypocrisie THe Hypocrite with his deceitful eye Doth serve the Devil in God's Livery And therefore to the Lord so well is known Both Earth and Heaven doth his craft disown Man sees his Livery and cunning Art And hateth him but God doth view his heart And hates him too Mensee his outward Zeal For which they do deride him He like steel Grows strong and siubborn pleas'd with his own case Though God and Man do both abhor his face So that he in a Wilderness doth rove And never doth become a Canaan's Dove The sum of all his labours doth at last Consume with the Almighty's dreadful blast And a dire doom when he at Judgment stands Who hath required these things at your hands He that so cunningly did others cheat Took greatest pains his own Soul to defeat He steals his own Damnation and can tell For he with sweat hath found the way to Hell So that the Sinner openly prophane And Hypocrite as they together reign On Earth although in different degrees They both at last Jament their little ease Only two ways they finde unto their fate One steals to Hell thorow the Postern-gate The other keeps the open beaten Road But both at last in Tophet make abode Hypocrites habit is Formality But Lord cloath me with thy Sincerity Perhaps men may not of my state approve It matters not so I obtain thy love Saints here but labour to peruse their story When they arrive to their eternal Glory ¶ On Pleasures IN all things an immoderated use Breeds a distate and man when grown prosuse Doth glut himself with Pleasure He that 's wise Esteems them chiefly for their novelties The pleasure of the body gives relief No otherwise than adding grief to grief When Jupiter as ancient Poets fain With all his might and art could not attain Two great Antagonists to reconcile Pleasure and Sorrow having paus'd a while He took an Adamantine Chain with that Bound them together so that then they sat As fixt Companions They that were unstable But just before were made inseparable Affection propagates our Pleasures growth Vertue 's an Antidote against them both Pleasure is the Adulterate brat of Sense So very fading she cannot dispence To last while Artists shall her Picture frame And therefore Memory preserves her name All those delights that do the Senses please Are one days age an Ephemerides What excellence may that be said to be Which the most excellent as dangers slee Time with the Pleasures of this World is spilt Full of the stain of fin and sting of guilt Hannibal his honour lost and duty Being entangled with a womans beauty Antonius his Cleapatra had Both were most valiant Captains but the sad Effects of Lust did like a Cloud o'recast All their Archievements and their labours blast Lust is the bane of Kingdoms done alone It would more common be than any one Of all those Vices that corrupt the eye Heathens the first place give to
But above all prepare thy heart Whilst now 't is called day In humble duty bear thy part To sing to love and pray Glory to thee Eternal Lord Thrice blessed three in one Thy Name at all times be ador'd Till time it self be done ¶ Of God HE is the Author of the Worlds Creation Foundation The great and mighty Judge of mans Salvation Damnation The glorious Lord and only God Above Of Love That both to men and Angels is A God A Rod. He did the World create and by his hand Or word Foundations laid of Sea and Land Can save or damn as he doth best approve Will be our God or Rod as we shall love Thou that canst hold the Winds within thy fist Have mercy on us oh thou God in Christ. ¶ Of Christ. HE it is that gives us Peace Increase He to poor Souls cries I 'm your Jesu IESU He it is that is our Good Food The Saints with him do trust their Treasure Pleasure He it is can end our Life Strife He it is that gives us Breath Death He is to us a Judge and King Sting He is our Peace Increase our Jâ—…u and An Ease to those that wait on his Command Our Good our Food our Treasure and our Joy Our Life to see no Strife shall us annoy He gives us Breath can give us Death as King And unâ—…o death he is become a Sting He punish can or help us in our thrall For Christ is God's and God is all in all Wouldst farther know what God is silly Elf Go study first to be a God thy self ¶ God is Love GIve praise unto the Lord above Omit no thanks that thou canst move Dost thou not know that God is love In Word and Deed make him thy aim So shall thy Soul be free from blame Let his Commandments be in ure Obedience cannot be a clod Vs he hath spar'd and doth endure Ev'n still such is the love of God ¶ The Remembrance ANd now my Soul canst thou forget That thy whole life is one long debt Of Love to him who on the Tree Paid back the flesh he took for thee Lo how the streams of pretious blood Flow from five wounds into one flood With these he washes all thy stains And buys thy Ease with his own Pains Tall Tree of Life we clearly now That doubt of former ages know It was thy wood should make a Throne Fit for a more than Solomon Large Throne of Love royally spread With Purple of too rich a red Strange costly price thus to make good Thine own esteem with the Kings blood Hail fairest Plant of Paradise To thee our hopes lift up their eyes O may aloft thy branches shoot And fill the Nations with thy fruit O may all reap from thy increase The Just more strength the Sinner peace While our half-wither'd hearts and we Engraft our selves and grow on thee Live O for ever live and reign Bless'd Lamb whom thine own love hath slain And may thy lost Sheep live to be True lovers of thy Cross and thee ¶ Of Death 1 Cor. ch 15. v. 55 56. O Death where is thy sting The sting of death is sin O. Death forbear I yet must live Stay Death till God your Warrant give And then where you see best this heart Most willing is to seel your Dart. But Lord O let thy servants breath Preserv'd be from the sting of Death ¶ Of Grief THe tears come slowly Lord my sins remain O sting my shallow fords and make them rain Rivers of waters or if so thou please Send daring death my sorrows to decrease My grief is great 't is time to rise or fall Then cleanse me Lord from sin and ease my thrall That I may say O death where is thy sting And tell the world The sting of death is sin ¶ A Christian and Death A Dialogue Chr. COme valiant Death and welcome do thy worst Shew me the power thou claimst as being King Dea. Poor mortal know alas thou art but dust And I the Sexton that thy Knell must ring Chr. Away lean half-starv'd wretch go daunt a sool Think not to fright me with Thy glass is run Dea. Thou art my Scholar therefore come to School Delays but waste that time which might be gone Chr. Thou seemst a Student for thou lookst so poor That Famine in thy face I plainly read Dea. Come silly wretch you word it must no more See here 's thy Glass thy Doom and thou art dead Chr. Then boldly strike thou dost the body kill My Soul shall wait upon its Master's will Dea. Lie there proud dust all flesh is born to die Chr. This is the Road unto Eternitie ¶ The Altar A broken ALTAR Lord to thee I raise Made of a Heart to celebrate thy praise Thou that the onely Workman art That canst cement a broken heart For such is mine O make it thine Take out the Sin That 's hid therein Though it be Stone Make it to groan That so the same May praise thy Name Melt it O Lord I thee desire With Flames from thy Coelestial fire That it may ever speak thy Praise alone Since thou hast changed into Flesh a Stone ¶ Death Man and Grave A Dialogue Death COme down proud Lust. Man To what to Dust Grav I that you must and shall Man Thou thing of bones Grav That fetcheth groans Death From very stones and all Man From Dust I came Grav Thou must again Death Sin is thy bain and thrall Man That 's thee away Death With mortal Clay Grav Why do you stay you must Death Come leave your groans Man To go with bones Grav You must go once poor dust Death Nay do not frown Man Away rude Clown Death I 'll strike thee down proud lust Man Then I submit forbear your storms Seeing I must return a Guest To my Acquaintance old the worms Farewel fond World I 'll take my rest Grav I have a Charm will make you sleep And all you have you here may trust For Watchmen not a few I keep The harmless Worms that are so just With care they do befriend him That cometh here within this path Thus man one world of servants hath And when he on his Death-bed lies Another doth attend him ¶ Nature's Delight HArk my Soul how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King Each a double tribute pays Sings its part and then obeys Natures chief and sweetest quire Him with chearful notes admire Chanting every day their Lauds Whilst the Grove their song applauds Though their Voices lower be Streams have too their melody Night and day they warbling run Never pause but still sing on All the flowers that gild the Spring Hither their sweet musick bring If Heaven bless them thankful they Smell more sweet and look more gay Only we can scarce afford Due thanksgivings to our Lord. We on whom his bounty flowes All things give and nothing owes Wake for shame my sluggish heart Wake and gladly sing thy part Learn
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