for Thee searcht about To Princes Thou thy rise dost owe Who digg'd Thee first and made Thee flow Spring happy Well by Princes made Without or Mattocks help or Spade The' ill-boading Instruments of Graves But digg'd by Princes with their Staves And by their Lawgiver survey'd 'T was He to th' Work those Worthies sent Spring Well and teach his great Intent And what He by the Mystery meant That as to all Thy Wateâ—â—â—ow So should their equal Justice do Sacred Fountain Mysric Spring Lo how to Thy Dance we Sing And Cymbals tun'd by Thy soft purlings Ring Spring Eternally O Well Spring up and into Rivers swell The Prayer of JABEZ Invocavit autem Jabez Deum Israel dicens Si benedicens benedixeris mihi dilataveris terminos meos fuerit manus tua mecum feceris me à malitia non opprimi Et praestitâ—â— Deus quae precatus est I. THUS Jabez pray'd and thus pray I Great God O that it might Thee please Thy Servant who upon Thee does relie With Thy choice Favours and indeed to bless T is Prayer alone can this obtain And but to Thee even Prayer is vain II. Enlarge those Coasts wherein I dwell Nor let me ever live retir'd But in Thy CHURCH those mighty Wonders tell Which have my Verse with Heav'nly Flame inspir'd Lord to my House Thy Love secure And let it like Thy Word endure III. Yet not for Greatness do I pray Nor e're Thy Time is to be known But do Thy Will I can its Pleasure stay Waiting that Harvest for which Thou hast sown Only till then make me content And leave to Thee th' whole Management IV. Thou know'st I do Thy Temple love I know there 's time enough behind Why should I make th' Enjoyment bitter prove By hasting what I 'm sure Thou hast design'd In hope at present I rejoyce And both my Heart employ and Voice V. For what concerns my poor estate Since I to Thee my All commit No time when e're it falls shall be too late To soon it may if I encumber it With Wishes that unlawful be And vain affects which move not Thee VI. No! I 'll never think the time too long How long so e're the time may be Let but Thy Hand through Patience make me strong And keep off Evil from disturbing me If Jabez thus to Thee did cry And could be heard Lord why not I Haec Sacrorum Ordinum desiderio raptus mihimet ipsi meus Vates cecini III Nonas Decemb. M. DC.LX.VII In quos post multas hujusce vitae varietates mediâ maturâ aetate ab aerumnosis saeculi curis otio neutiqam licet ignobili hoc juxta Vaticinium biennio post redemptus fui XIV Kalend. Januar. Per Reverendum admodùm in Christo Patrem Dominum Dominum GEORGIUM Episcopum Wintoniensem cujus R. R. Paternitati hîc impares licet tanto Beneficio grates quas tamen Divino Numini imprimis debeo secundas saltem ex toto animo in conspectu Populi Ecclesiae refero Manda Deus virtuti confirma quod operatus es a Templo Sancto tuo Ode The Song of DEBORA Cecineruntque Debora Barac filius Abinoem in illo die dicentes Qui sponte obtulistis de Israel c. I. ISRAEL the blest and happy State For whom th' Almighty all his Wonders show'd Israel your great Redeemer celebrate And what for you he did rehearse aloud Tell how he made his â—and and appear And when the willing Tribes their Youth an Off'ring sent How God before the Sacred Army went And vengeful Ruine follow'd in the Reer And ye O Kings whose awful Sway The many-headed Multitude obey And at whose feet they both their Necks and Tributes lay Princes and Rulers to my Song attend Whose lofty Subject challenges your Ear By all that can a Verse commend Or greatest Kings perswade to hear A tuneful Voice with Charms divinely strong A Woman begs your audience now And if that will not do Deb'rah a Judg in Israel sings and Israels God 's the Song II. Domine cum exires de Seir. Lord out of Seir when Thou didst go Marching the Hill before Thine Host adown When Thou mad'st Edoms Fields Thy Conquests know And with Arm'd Troops the Wilderness didst crown Affrighted Earth did at Thy Presence quake Heav'ns labo'ring Machin did the Warning take And from its torn sides dreary Tempests shake It thundred and down fell from Heavens high Tow'r Of Stones and scalding Rain a mighty show'r With Darkness all the Sky was cover'd o're Through which the blew-wing'd Lightning flew And after it a trail of kindled Brimstone drew It strook the Rocks and they took fire The Mountains with excessive heat did melt Unusual scorching Sinai felt And tho than other Hills exalted higher Tho with its head it did to th' Clouds aspire Sinai nor could resist nor bear the Flame But down in a burning Torrent headlong came III. In diebus Samgar c. Samgar and Jahel wondrous Saviours were And did in Counsel and in Arms excel Of Jahels Prudence we the Trophies are Six hundred Philistims by Samgar fell All with an Ox-goad slain and driv'n like Beasts to â—ell But yet the Roads untrodden lay Scar'd Passengers through Woods did stray And but to Dens Caves led not the Mountainous high-way Woods and thick Bushes in all Pastures grew The Plough-man and his Labour ceast The Land as Curst enjoy'd its rest And not each Seventh alone but every Year a Sabbath knew It rested till I Debora rose at last At last in Israel I a Mother rose Then when new Gods the People chose And from Rebellion to Idolatry had past But see the Vengeance that pursu'd their Sin Slavery and Cowardise at the Breach rusht in And not a Shield or Spear was found midst forty thousand Men. IV. Cor meum diligit Principes c. Fly fly my Muse from this unmanly race And to new Pomps thy strains address Israels great Generals who to efface Of all our foregone Miseries the very trace Couragiously did to the Battel press And where in Irons we lay with Laurels strew'd the place With them my Heart with them my Praise shall be And ye O Fathers who at Home reside And you who equal Justice to dispense Unguarded to your peaceful Cities ride And Justice done return unguarded thence Judges and People by their arms set free Come in and joyn with me And let us bless the Lord as we their Spoils divide Come let us bless Him and proclaim The Wonders of his Reverend Name There whence we exil'd were of late And at our Fountains first begin Where we so oft have rescu'd been Scaping the Death we saw upon the Wing Our Fountains tuneful numbers will inspire And by their purling falls direct the Quire Which well tun'd there we may advance in state And bring with Harps and Songs our Praises to the City Gate V. Surge surge Debora surge c. Awake O
is no great matter that for their own Diversions they â—â—ll them by what Names they please so they give me â—he like liberty as I list to name mine THE TABLE OF THE CONTENTS The Letter a added to the Number of the Pages refers to the First Part or the Paraphrase on the Canticles b to the Second Part or the Rimes 1 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Stanza Page 3. a Avoid Prophane avoid for such as you The Canticles in VIII Partitions 2 I. Divini Amoris Ecstasis quae Protasis Stanz p. 6. a False glozing World in vain 3 II Evocatio Sponsae Couplets Stanz Mixt. p. 13. a Earths glittering Stars vying with those above 4 III. Dolor de absentiâ Sponsâ— seu Epitasis Coupl p. 21. a 'T was Night a sad and dismal Night 5 IV. Desiderium Stanza p. 26. a Behold thou' art Fair my Love behold thou' art Fair. 6 V. Catastasis Stanza Coupl p. 33. a I heard Thee call my Sister my Spouse 7 VI. Ambitio Sponsae Stanz Coupl Mixt. p. 39. a Whither is Thy Beloved gone 8 VII Amores mutui Coupl p. 44. â— Fair One who dost from Loins of Kings descend 9 VIII Catastrophe Couplets p. 48. a I love but cannot yet my Love enjoy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Three Cantos or the Legend of Love 10 I. Canto Stanzas p. 54. a Song which the God of Love did first inspire 11 II. Canto Stanz p. 76. a I oft am thinking whether Love was known 12 III. Canto Stanz p. 100. a Tir'd with the Way I have already gone 13 To the Right Reverend Father in God SETH Lord Bishop of Sarum Sonnet p. 119. a Mindful whence first she learnt the early skill The Six great Hymns of St. Luke 14 I. The Angels Salutation Monostrophos p. 3. b Hail of Heaven highly grace'd 15 II. The Salutation of Elizabeth Stanz p. 4. b Blest Thou among all Women be 16 III. The Magnificat Stanz p. 5. b My Soul doth magnifie the Lord. 17 IV. The Benedictus Stanz p. 7. b Israels great God eternally be prais'd 18 V. The Angelic Hymn Rondeau p. 9. b Glory be to God on High 19 VI. The Nunc dimittis Stanz p. 10. b Enough my God enough I beg no more 20 Comiato to Sir Nicholas Stuart Baronet Monostroph p. 12. b Songs made in lieu of many more The Eight great Hymns of the Apocalyps 21 I. The Adoration of the XXIV Elders Stanz p. 13. b Worthy Thou art all Honour to receive 22 II. The overthrow of the Dragon Stanz p. 14. b Now is Salvation now is come the Hour 23 III. The happy Dead Quadrains p. 15. b Blest are the Dead who in the Lord depart 24 IV. The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Stanz p. 16. b Great are thy Works and marvelous thy Praise 25 V. The Angels of the Waters Lauds Stanz p. 17. b Righteous art Thou O God who art and wast 26 VI. The overthrow of Babylon Stanz p. 18. b Hallelujah to our King 27 VII Epithâ—lamium on the Lambs Marriage Sta. p. 19. b Praise him ye Servants of th' Eternal King 28 VIII The New Jerusalem Stanza p. 22. b Blest state of Innocence 29 Our Blessed Lordâ—s Thanksgiving Stanz p. 25. b I thank Thee Father Lord of all 30 The Song of Moses Ode p. 26. b Since the Almighty has in Triumph led 31 The Well Stanza p. 30. b Sacred Fountain Mystick Spring 32 The Prayer of Jabez Stanz p. 31. b Thus Jabez prayed and thus pray I. 33 The Song of Deborah Ode p. 34. b Israel the blest and happy State 34 David ' s Elegie on the death of Saul and Jonathan Stanza p. 43. b Israels delight the Glory of our Land 35 David ' s Thanksgiving and Prayer Stanz p. 46. b Who am I Lord and whatâ—s my Family 36 David's last Words Terzetti p. 50. b Thus David Jesses Royal Son did sing 37 The Song of Hezekiah Stanz p. 52. b Revolving the sharp Sentence past Three Psalms according to the Ordinary Mâ—trâ— 38 I. Beatus Vir qui non abiit p. 55. b The Man is blest whose doubtful Patâ—s 39 LVII Miserere mei Deus Miserere p. 56. b Great God on whom I have rely'd 40 CXIV In exitu Israel de p. 58. b When Israel was by Gods address 41 CLI Psalm according to the LXXII Stanz p. 59. b Youngest of all my Brethren and the least 42 Job cursing his Birth Couplets p. 61. b May the Day perish and its hasty flight 43. The Prayer of Habakkuk Ode p. 64. b My God I have Thy Wonders heard 44 The saying of Cleanthes Stanz p. 72. b Lead me O Providence Divine 45 A storm of Thunder Ode p. 73. b Great God of Thunder at whose Voice 46 The Nativity Ode p. 74. b Who would not envy if he durst your Grace 47 The Star A Carol for the Epiphany p. 80. b See how that glorious Star at Noon does rise 48 The Passion Ode p. 82. b Twice sixteen Years have almost o're Thee past 49 An Epigram on the same out of Latine p. 87. b When â—y God di'd I first began to live 50 Exstasie of Divine Love out of Spanish Stan. p. 88. b That sacred bond of Charity 51 The flight Quadrains p. 92. b No wonder Soul thou so admirest a Verse 52 A Hymn and Prayer to the Holy Jesus Parode AIl ' Italiana p. 94. b Jesu th' Eternal Sun of Righteousness 53 Hymn for Vâ—spers Out of Greek Monostroph p. 100. b Jâ—su Christ blest Light of Light 54 Lent A Sestine p. 101 Welcome great Queen of Fasts thrice welcom Lent 55 The fall of Lucifer Stanz p. 103. b Son of the Morning First-born of the Light 56 Convertimento à Deo Stanz p 105 Lord my First-fruits should have been brought c. 57 The Altar Monostroph p. 106 This Altar to thy Name Great God I raise 58 Ad Passagium Out of Italian F. P. Ode p. 108. b Blest Soul in Heaven expected long 59 To the Right Reverend Father in God GEORGE Lord Bishop of Wâ—nton Out of Italian F. P. Ode p. 113. b A Fair and Virtuous Dame 60 Sonnet of the same p. 118. b Prepare Thy Chariot Love and heaviest Chain 61 The Apologie Out of Italian F. P. Ode p. 119. b Citing my old and cruel Master Love 62 Ballad Out of Spanish Prophane Love Stan. p. 126. b Love is a Net and Love 's a Snare 63 Loves Exaltation Sonnet p. 127. b Enlarge Thy Flight Love said I and on High 64 The Thoughts Out of Italian F. P. Ode p. 128. b Full of strange Thoughts and Pensive as I go 65. Convertimento à Dio. Out of Italian F. P. Son p. 135. b Tir'd and almost o'recome with th' heavy weight 66 To the same purpose Out of Italian F. P. Sonn p. 135. b Since you and I my Friend so oft have prov'd 67 To Mrs. M. W. with the Parable of the Pilgrim Sonnet p. 136. b A tedious Age I like this Pilgrim spent 68
can get free has vowd 'T will that and all things else for Thee discard 'T will more than ever eye th' ador'd Reward And purg'd with sacred Flame JESU to Thy great Name No cost of Wit or Verse being basely spar'd Its Life and Hymns and Service dedicate To Thee own its chang'd desires Kiss the soft Fires and blame it self that 't was so late XI JESU to whom that Name as the Prize is given Of all Thou didst and sufferedst without measure The mighty Dowry which Thou broughtst Thy Wife Deaths plague Hells spoil but whose exstatic Pleasure Is for the Marriage Feast reserv'd in Heav'n Whither I haste to be than hope more rife And plentiful Lo the short Day of Life Posts swiftly on and flies JESU in my Agonies Tho now with Death and Hell I am at strife Let me experience this Names healthful ease And after a long War With Truces rare in ' it Conquer and depart in Peace Comiato Thus tho with different heat of Spirit and Verse What Petrarch sang to another JESU Thy Virgin Mother The stops in part chang'd I to Thee rehearse I chang'd the stops for under Thy Broad Seal Thou givest us no Commission Her to Petition and from her to Thee appeal Altro Comiato And now be pleas'd to accept this humble Praise Other and better Fruit JESU of all my Suit I dare not beg eve'n Pardon here is Bays And for the Prayers dropt more from my Heart than Pen Since their least part 's the Rime And words which chime say as I to them say AMEN I 'l Terzo When I sent it to Sir Kingsmil Lucy At London Song Thy Russet and Thy Freeze Will seem I fear but course Jesu they 'll cry or worse See! the dull fleghm of Solitude and Trees Thus will the Fops treat Thee those Wits by Rote Yet one Thou ' lt know e're long Who will own Thee Song and see Thy Beauties through Thy Coat An HYMN for Vespers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 JESU CHRIST blest Light of Light Th' Immortal Fathers chearful shine Ray of Glory all Divine Equally with Him fair and bright When we see the Day decline Calling the sluggish Evening on We praise the Father and the Son And in our Lauds the Spirit joyn Worthy art Thou O God we say Worthy O Son of God art Thou And Thou of Life the Lord and Giver Worthy to be Prais'd for ever Great THREE and ONE to Thee we bow And with th' whole World thus Crown each Day LENT Sestina al' Italiana Convertimento a Dio. I. WELCOME great Queen of Fasts thrice welcome Lent With solemn Penance and Devotion crownd Sweet Abstinence clean thoughts and chaste desires The Wings whereby th' unpinion'd Soul does flie Above this lower Circle and exchange Substantial Cares for Joys unmixt and pure II. I well remember when with thoughts less pure Nor more to Piety a Friend than Lent Pleas'd I could well have been ne're to exchange My course of Living no tho to be Crown'd With Bays Immortal and Exalted rise In hopes as large as are my chang'd desires III. But that time 's gone and with it those desires Which held me down and in their stead a pure Ethereal Flame which upward still does rise Kind thoughts of what 's esteem'd severe in Lent My Soul the Victim has for the Alter Crownd And ee'n burnt up nor would I ' again exchange IV. This was Thy Work Lord Thou 't was didst exchange What was beyond my power to curb stubborn desires Making them subject to the Head Thou ' hadst Crownd And now I 'm Victor with Robes clean and pure Pure to what once I wore and this new Lent To ' attend the Triumph rich in Spoils does rise V. And as that rises such hope I to rise When on the Fasts great close I shall exchange For Easters Sun the dewy Pearls of Lent Bathing like Oar with frequent Tears desires Which only such a Flame can render pure Fin'd from all Dross and worthy to be Crown'd VI. Hast Thee blest Day wherein with Glory crownd The Worlds great Saviour from the Grave did rise And credence gives His Spouse that like Him pure She shall rise too and all her Spots exchange For Glories larger than her vast desires And the' Pious Resveries of an holy Lent Were Lent and Primitive Institutes thus Crown'd With purgd Desires and Lives their Fame would rise And none the Church exchange to be more Pure Sent to my Excellent Patron Sir Nicholas Stuart Baronet 1672 3. The Song of the ANGELS At the Fall of Lucifer I. SON of the Morning First-born of the Light The once bright Phospher of the Day Divine How art Thou hurld into eternal Night And hid in Flames who didst with Glory shine The bold Usurper of th' Almighty's Crown Proud Lucifer to Hell is thrown And sing'd the Heav'ns as he from thence fell headlong down II. Above the Heav'ns he said I will ascend And there above the Stars exalt my Throne My Conquests in the North I will extend And God a parted Rule shall have or none Above the heights ne're reacht before I 'll flie And equal made with the Most High Or gain an honourable Fall or Victory III. Scarce said a pointed Thunderbolt was sent From th' Hand Divine which pierc'd him to the heart In vain he sought the Vengeance to prevent And to Almighty Strength oppos'd his Art But down he sank and down the Monster fell The stroke nor bore nor could repel And exil'd once the Heav'ns the next descent was Hell IV. Hell from beneath to meet him rais'd its Head And now no longer shall we empty be Since Thou art come the pale Abyssus said Look How we dress our Flames to welcome Thee And all with Flames they Circled him around With Flames their Princes Temples bound An Heav'n of Flames they made him strewd with Flames the Ground V. Rejoyce O Heav'ns for your Oppressor's ceast And tho e're long there shall from Earth ascend An unknown Race which shall disturb your rest Rejoyce and their Triumphant Arms attend For when by these you shall invaded be With Tears and Importunity Thus to be Conquer'd is to gain the Victory VI. Son of the Morning First-born of the Light The once bright Phospher of the Day Divine How art Thou hurld into eternal Night And hid in Flames who didst with Glory shine The bold Usurper of th' Almighty's Crown Proud Lucifer to Hell is thrown And sing'd the Heav'ns as he from thence fell headlong down L'Envoy SONG that long since wert finished And for another Place design'd Than what Thou here dost find In a long Work and long since promised Say that the Piles Foundations laid The ' unwary Builder all his Charge has lost For till begun As a Wise Man should first have done He did not as was fit sit down Throughly the Ground had not survey'd His Friends or Strength had tri'd or reckned up the cost Convertimento á Dio. LORD my