are Of sumptuous beautie and of glorious show Let him disrobe and put on sackcloth too The Oxe ordain'd for yoke the Asse for load The Horse as well for race as for the road The burthen-bearing Cammell strong and great The fruitfull Kine and eu'ry kind of Neate Let all put sackcloth on and spare no voyce But crie amaine to heau'n with mightie noyse Let all men turne the Byas of their wayes And change their fiercer hands to force of praise For who can tell if God whose angrie face Hath long bin wayning from vs will embrace This slender pittance of our best endeuour Who knowes if God will his intent perseuer Or who can tell if He whose tender loue And mercy ' extends his Iudgements farre aboue Will change his high Decree and turne his sentence Vpon a timely and vnfain'd Repentance And who can tell if God will change the lot That we and ours may liue and perish not So God perceiu'd their works and saw their wayes Approu'd the faith that in their works did blaze Approu'd their works approu'd their works the rather Because their faith and works went both together He saw their faith because their faith abounded He saw their works because on faith they grounded H' approu'd their faith because their faith was true H' approu'd their works because on faith they grew He saw their faith and works and so relented H◠approu'd their faith and works and so repented Repented of the plagues they apprehended Repented of the Euill that he intended So God the vengeance of his hand with-drew He tooke no forfeiture although 't were due The Euill that once he meant he now forgot Cancell'd the forfeit bond and did it not Meditatio decima ¶ LO into what an ebbe of low estate The Soule that seekes to be regenerate Must first decline Before the Ball rebound It must be throwne with force against the ground The Seed cannot encrease in fruitfull eares Nor can she reare the goodly stalke she beares Vnlesse bestrow'd vpon a mould of earth And made more glorious by a second birth So fares with Man Before he can bring forth The braue exploits of truly noble Worth Or hope the granting of his sinnes remission He must be humbl'd first in sad contrition The plant through want of skill or by neglect If it be planted from the Sunnes reflect Or lack the dew of seasonable showres Decayes and beareth neither Fruit or Flowres So wretched Man if his repentance hath No quickning Sunne-shine of a liuely Faith Or not bedew'd with show'rs of timely teares Or works of mercy wherein Faith appeares His pray'rs and deeds and all his forged grones Are like the howles of Dogs and works of Drones The skilfull Surgeon first by letting blood Weakens his Patient ere he does him good Before the Soule can a true comfort finde The Body must be prostrate and the Minde Truly repentiue and contrite within And loath the fawning of a bosome Sin But Lord Can MAN deserue Or can his Best Doe Iustice equall right which he transgrest When Dust and Ashes mortally offends Can Dust and Ashes make Eternall mends Is Heau'n vniust Must not the Recompence Be full Equiualent to the Offence What mends by mortall Man can then be giu'n To the offended Maiestie of heau'n O Mercie Mercie on thee my Soule relyes On thee we build our Faith we bend our eyes Thou fill'st my empty straine thou fil'st my tongue Thou art the subiect of my Swan-like song Like pinion'd pris'ners at the dying Tree Our lingring hopes attend and wayte on thee Arraign'd at Iustice barre preuent our doome To thee with ioyfull hearts we cheerely come Thou art our Clergie Thou that dearest Booke Wherein our fainting eyes desire to looke In thee we trust to reade what will release vs In bloudy Caracters that name of IESVS ¶ What shall we then returne to God of Heau'n Where nothing is Lord nothing can be giu'n Our soules our bodies strength and all our pow'rs Alas were all too little were they ours Or shall we burne vntill our life expires An endlesse Sacrifice in Holy fires ¶ My Sacrifice shall be my HEART entire My Christ the Altar and my Zeale the Fire THE ARGVMENT The Prophet discontented prayes To God that he would end his dayes God blames his wrath so vnreprest Reproues his vnaduis'd Request Sect. 11. BVt this displeasing was in Iona's eyes His heart grew hot his blood began to rise His eyes did sparkle and his teeth struck fire His veines did boyle his heart was full of yre At last brake foorth into a strange request These words he pray'd and mumbl'd out the rest Was not O was not this my thought O Lord Before I fled Nay was not this my Word The very Word that these my lips had shaped When this mis-hap mought well haue bin escaped Was there O was there not a iust suspect My preaching would procuer this effect For loe I knew of old they tender loue I knew the pow'r thou gau'st my Tongue would moue Their Adamantine hearts I knew 't would thaw Their frozen spirits and breed relenting awe I knew moreo're vpon their true repentance That thou determin'dst to reuerse thy sentence For lo I knew thou wert a Gracious God Of long forbearance slow to vse the Rod I knew the power of thy Mercies bent The strength of all thy other works out-went I knew thy tender kindnes and how loth Thou wert to punish and how slow to wrath Turning thy Iudgements and thy plagues preuenting Thy mind reuersing and of Eu'll repenting Therefore O therefore through this perswasion I fled to Tarsish there to make euasion To saue thy credit Lord to saue mine owne For when this blast of zeale is ouer-blowne And sackloth left and they left off to mourne When they like dogs shall to their vomit turne They 'l vilipend thy sacred Word and scoffe it Saying Was that a God or this a Prophet They 'l scorne thy Iudgements thy threats despise And call thy Prophets Messengers of lyes Now therefore Lord bow downe attentiue eare For lo my burthen's more then I can beare Make speed O Lord and banish all delayes T' extinguish now the tapour of my dayes Let not the minutes of my time extend But let my wretched howers find an end Let not my fainting sprite thus long aby In her fraile mansion of mortality The thrid's but weake my life depends vpon O cut that thrid and let my life be done My brest stands faire O strike and strike againe For nought but dying can asswage my paine For liefer 'tis to dye then liue in shame For better 't is to leaue and yeeld the game Then toyle for what at length must needs be lost O kill me for my heart is sore imbost This latter boone vnto thy seruant giue For better 't is for me to dye then liue So wretched Ionah But Iehoua thus What boot's it so to storme out-ragious Does it become
golden Causie and a Road That 's leuell pleasant that is euen and broad But leads at length to death and endlesse griefe To torments and to paines without reliefe Iustice feares none but maketh all afraid And then falls hardest when 't is most delaid But thou reply'st Thy sinnes are daily great Yet thou sitt'st vncontrold vpon thy seat Thy wheat doth flourish and thy barnes doe thriue Thy sheepe encrease thy sonnes are all aliue And thou art buxom and hast nothing scant Finding no want of any thing but want Whil'st others whō the squint-e'yd world counts holy Sit sadly drooping in a melancholy With brow deiected and downe-hanging head Or take of almes or poorly beg their bread But Young man know there is a Day of doome The feast is good vntill the reck'ning come The time runnes fastest where is least regard The stone that 's long in falling falleth hard There is a Day a dying Day thou foole When all thy laughter shall be turn'd to Doole Thy roabes to tort'ring plagues and fell tormenting Thy whoops of Ioy to howles of sad lamenting Thy tongue shall yell and yawle and neuer stop And wish a world to giue for one poore drop To flatter thine intolerable paine The wealth of Pluto could not then obtaine A minutes freedome from that hellish rout Whose fire burnes and neuer goeth out Nor house nor land nor measur'd heapes of wealth Can render to a dying man his health Our life on earth is like a thrid of flax That all may touch and being toucht it cracks ¶ As when an Archer shooteth for his sport Sometimes his shaft is gone sometime 't is short Sometimes o' th' left hand wide sometimes o' th' right At last through often triall hits the White So Death sometimes with her vncertaine Rouer Hits our Superiours and so shootes ouer Sometimes for change she strikes the meaner sort Strikes our inferiours and then comes short Sometimes vpon the left hand wide she goes And so still wounding some she strikes our foes And sometimes wide vpon the right hand wends There with impartiall shafts she strikes our friends At length through often triall hits the White And so strikes vs into Eternall night ¶ Death is a Kalender compos'd by Fate Concerning all men neuer out of Date Her dayes Dominicall are writ in blood She shewes more bad dayes then she sheweth good She tells when dayes and months and termes expire And shewes thee strange aspects of fearefull fire ¶ Death is a Pursiuant with Eagles wings That knocks at poore mens dores and gates of Kings Worldling beware for lo Death sculks behind thee And as she leaues thee so will Iudgement finde thee THE ARGVMENT Within the bowels of the Fish Ionah laments in great anguish God heard his pray'r at whose command The Fish disgorg'd him on the Land Sect. 7. THen Ionah turn'd his face to heau'n and pray'd VVithin the bowels of the VVhale and sayd I cry'd out of my balefull misery Vnto the Lord and he hath heard my cry From out the paunch of hell I made a noyse And thou hast answer'd me and heard my voyce Into the Deepes and bottome thou hast throwne me Thy Surges and thy VVaues haue past vpon me Then Lord said I from out thy glorious sight I am reiected and forsaken quite Nath'lesse while these my wretched eyes remaine Vnto thy Temple will I looke againe The boyst'rous waters compasse me about My body threats to let her pris'ner out The boundlesse depth enclos'd me almost dead The weedes were wrapt about my fainting head I liu'd on earth reiected at thine hand And a perpetuall pris'ner in the Land Yet thou wilt cause my life t' ascend at length From out this pit O Lord my God my Strength When as my soule was ouer-whelm'd and faint I had recourse to thee did thee acquaint With the condition of my wofull case My cry came to thee in thine holy Place Whoso to Vanities themselues betake Renounce thy mercies and thy loue forsake To thee I 'le sacrifice in endlesse dayes With voyce of thanks and euer-sounding praise I 'le pay my vowes for all the world records With one consent Saluation is the Lords So God whose Word 's a deed whose Breath's a law Whose iust command implies a dreadfull awe Whose Word prepar'd a Whale vpon the Deepe To tend and waite for Iona's fall and keepe His out-cast body safe and soule secure This very God whose mercy must endure When heau'n and earth and sea and all things faile Disclos'd his purpose and bespake the Whale To redeliuer Ionah to his hand Whereat the Whale disgorg'd him on the Land Meditatio septimu I Well record a holy Father sayes He teaches to denie that faintly prayes The suit surceases when desire failes But whoso prayes with feruencie preuailes For Pray'rs the key that opens heauen gate And findes admittance whether earl ' or late It forces audience it vnlocks the eare Of heau'nly God though deafe it makes him heare Vpon a time Babel the Worlds faire Queene Made drunke with choller and enrag'd with Spleene Through fell Disdaine derraigned Warre ' gainst them That tender Homage to Ierusalem A Mayden fight it was yet they were strong As men of Warre The Battaile lasted long Much bloud was shed and spilt on either side That all the ground with purple gore was dyde In fine a Souldier of Ierusalem Charissa hight the Almner of the Realme Chill'd with a Feuer and vnapt to fight Into Iustitia's Castle tooke her flight Whereat great Babels Queene commanded all To lay their siege against the Castle wall But poore Tymissa not with warre acquainted Fearing Charissa's death fell downe and fainted Dauntlesse Prudentia rear'd her from the ground VVhere she lay pale and sencelesse in swound She rubb'd her temples lost in swouny shade And gaue her water that Fidissa made And said Cheare vp deare Sister though our foe Hath ta'ne vs Captiues and inthrall'd vs so We haue a King puissant and of might Will see vs take no wrong and doe vs right If we possesse him with our sad complaint Cheare vp wee 'l send to him and him acquaint Timissa new awak'd from swound replies Our Castle is begirt with enemies And clouds of armed men besiege our walls Then suer Death or worse then Death befalls To her who ere she be that stirres a foote Or dares attempt this place to fally out Alas what hope haue we to finde reliefe And want the meanes that may diuulge our griefe Within that place a iolly Matron won'd With firie lookes and drawen-sword in hond Her eyes with age were waxen wond'rous dim With hoary locks and visage sterne and grim Her name Iustitia hight to her they make Their moane who well aduis'd them thus bespake Faire Maydens well I wot y' are ill bedight And rue the suffrance of your wofull plight But Pitty 's fond alone
liue yet And yet liue in pleasure Alas could Sinners finde out ne'r a one More fit then Thee for them to spit vpon Did thy cheekes entertaine a Traytors lips Was thy deare body scourg'd and torne with whips So that the guiltlesse blood came trickling after And did thy fainting browes sweat blood and water Wert thou Lord hang'd vpon the Cursed Tree O world of Griefe And was all this for mee ¶ Burst foorth my teares into a world of sorrow And let my nights of griefe ne'r finde a morrow Since thou art dead Lord grant thy seruant roome Within his heart to build thy heart a Tombe Fraus Mundi 3 ¶ WHat is the World A great Exchange of ware Wherein all sorts and sexes cheapning are The Flesh the Diuell sit and cry What lack ye When most they fawne they most intend to rack ye The wares are Cups of Ioy and Beds of Pleasure There 's goodly choice downe weight and flowing measure A Soul 's the price but they giue time to pay Vpon the Death-bed on the dying Day ¶ Hard is the Bargaine and vniust the Measure When as the Price so much out-lasts the Pleasure The Ioyes that are on earth are Counterfeits If ought be true 't is this Th' are true Deceits They flatter fawne and like the Crocadile Kill where they laugh and murther where they smile They daily dip within thy Dish and Cry Who hath betray'd thee Mastre Is it I Gloria Coeli 4 ¶ WHen I behold and well aduise vpon The Wisemans speech There 's nought beneath the Sun But vanitie my Soule rebells within And loaths the Dunghill-prison she is in But when I looke to new Ierusalem Wherein 's reseru'd my Crowne my Diadem O what a Heauen of blisse my Soule enioyes On sudden rapt into that heauen of Ioyes Where rauisht in the depth of meditation She well discernes with Eye of Contemplation The Glory of God in his Imperiall Seat Full strong in Might in Maiestie compleat Where troups of Powers Vertues Cherubins Angels Archangels Saints and Seraphins Are chaunting praises to their heauenly King Where Halelujah they for euer sing Dolor Inferni 5 ¶ LEt Poets please to torture Tantalus Let gryping Vultures gnaw Prometheus And let Ixion turne his endlesse Wheele Let Nemesis torment with whips of Steele They far come short t' expresse the paines of those That rage in Hell enwrapt in endlesse woes Where time no end nor plagues finde no exemption Where cryes admit no helpe nor place redemption Where fier lacks no flame the flame no heate To make their torments sharp and plagues compleat Where wretched Soules to tortures bound shall bee Seruing a world of yeeres and not be Free Where nothing's heard but yells and sudden cryes Where fier neuer slakes nor Worme e'r dyes But where this Hell is plac'd my Muse stop there Lord shew me what it is but neuer where 1 Mors tua ¶ CAn he be Faire that withers at a Blast Or he be Strong that Ayery Breath can cast Can he be Wise that knowes not how to liue Or he be Rich that nothing hath to giue Can he be Yong that 's Feeble Weake and Wan So Faire so Strong so Wise so Rich so Yong is Man So Faire is Man that Death a parting Blast Crops his faire Flow'r and makes him Earth at last So Strong is Man that with a Gasping Breath He totters and bequeaths his Strength to Death So Wise is Man that if with Death he striue His Wisdome cannot teach him how to liue So Rich is Man that all his Debts b'ing pay'd His wealth 's the Winding-sheet wherein hee 's lay'd So Yong is Man that broke with Care and Sorrow Hee 's old enough to Day to Dye to Morrow Why bragg'st thou then Thou Worme of Fiue foot-long Th' art neither Faire nor Strong nor Wise nor Rich nor Yong. 2 Mors Christi I Thurst And who shall quench this Eager Thurst I Grieue And with my griefe my Heart will Burst I Grieue because I thurst without Reliefe I Thurst because my Soule is burnt with Griefe I thurst And dri'd with Griefe my Heart will Dye I Grieue and thurst the more For Sorrow's drie The more I grieue the more my thurst appeares Would God! I had not grieu'd out all my teares I Thurst And yet my Griefes haue made a Floud But Teares are salt I Grieue and Thurst for Bloud I Grieue for Bloud for Bloud must send Reliefe I Thurst for Bloud for Bloud must ease my Griefe I Thurst for sacred Bloud of a Deare Lambe I Grieue to thinke from whence that Deare Blood came 'T was shed for Mee O let me drinke my fill Although my Griefe remaine Entier still O soueraigne Pow'r of that Vermilion SPRING Whose Vertue neither Heart conceiues nor Tongue can sing 3 Fraus Mundi I Loue the World as Clients loue the Lawes To manage the vprightnes of my Cause The World loues me as Sheepheards doe their Flocks To Rob and spoyle them of their fleecy Locks I loue the World and vse it as mine Inne To bait and rest my tyred Carkasse in The World loues me For what To make her Game For filthy Sinne she sels me timely Shame Foorth from her Eyes doe Springs of Venome burst But like a Basiliske I 'le see her first And this my firme intended Course shall be To poyson her or she will poyson me We liue at Iarres as froward Gamesters doe Still guarding not Regarding others Foe I loue the World to serue my turne and leaue her 'T is no Deceit to Coozen a Deceiuer Shee 'l not misse me I lesse the World shall misse To lose a World of Griefe t' enioy a World of Blisse 4 Gloria Coeli EArth stands immou'd and Fixt Her Cituation Admits no locall Change no Alteration HEAVEN alway moues renuing still his place And euer sees vs with another Face EARTH standeth Fixt yet there I liue opprests HEAVEN alway moues yet there is all my Rest Enlarge thy selfe my SOVLE with Meditation Mount there and there bespeake thy Habitation Where Ioyes are full and pure not mixt with mourning All Endlesse and from which is no returning No Theft no Cruell Murther harbours there No Hoary-headed Care no sudden Feare No pinching Want no Griping fast Oppression Nor Death the stipend of our soule Transgression But dearest Friendship Loue and lasting Pleasure Aye there abides withouten stin◠or Measure Fulnesse of Riches Comfort sempeternall Excesse without a surfeiting And Life Eternall 5 Dolor Inferni THe Trump shall blow The Dead awak'd shall rise And to the Clouds shall turne their wondring Eyes The Heauen shall ope The Bridegroome foorth shall come To iudge the World and giue the World her Doome Ioy to the IVST to others Endlesse SMART To those the Voyce bids COME to these DEPART DEPART from LIFE yet dying liue for Euer For Euer dying be and yet Dye Neuer DEPART like Dogs with DIVELS take your lot DEPART like DIVELS for I know you not Like
Question was not ended so One sayes 'T was thine offence but he sayes No But t' was for thy sake that accuses mee Rusht forth a third the worser of the three And swore it was anothers which he hearing Deny'd it flat and say'd 'T was thine for swearing In came a fift accusing all replying But little else they all chid him for lying One sayd it was another say'd 't was not So all agreed to stint the strife by Lot Then all was whist and all to prayer went For such a buis'nes a fit complement The lot was cast 't pleas'd God by Lots to tell The lot was cast The lot on Ionah fell Meditatio tertia O Sacred Subiect of a Meditation Thy Works O Lord are full of Admiration Thy iudgements all are iust seuere and sure They quite cut off or else by launcing cure The festring sore of a Rebellious heart Lest foule infection taynt th' immortall part How deepe a Lethargie doth this disease Bring to the slumbring Soule through carelesse ease Which once being wak't as from a Golden Dreame Lookes vp and sees her griefes the more extreme How seeming sweet's the quiet sleepe of sin Which when a wretched man 's once nuzz'ld in How soundly sleepes he without feare or wit No sooner are his armes together knit In drowzie knot athwart vpon his brest But there he snorts and snores in endlesse rest His eyes are closed fast and deafe his eares And like Endymion sleepes himselfe in yeares His sence-bound heart ne answeres to the voyce Of gentle warning no nor does the noyse Of strong reproofe awake his sleeping eare Nor lowder threatnings thunder makes him heare So deafe's the sinners eare so numb'd his sence That sinne 's no corrosiue nor no offence For custome breeds delight deludes the heart Beguiles the sence and takes away the smart ¶ But stay Did one of Gods elected number Whose eyes should neuer sleepe nor eye-lids slumber So much forget himselfe Did Ionah sleepe That should be watchfull and the Tower keepe Did Ionah the selected mouth of God In stead of roring Iudgements does he nod Did Ionah sleepe so sound Could he sleepe then When with the suddaine sight of Death the men So many men with yelling shreekes and cries Made very heau'n report and shooke the skies So vncouth that the ship it mought haue riu'n Hard must he winke that shuts his eyes from heau'n O righteous Isr'el where O where art thou Where is thy Lampe thy zealous Shepheard now Alas the rau'nous Wolues will worr ' thy Sheepe Thy Shepheard's carelesse and is fall'n asleepe Grim dogs will rowze thy Flock and rule the rost Thy Sheepe are scatter'd and thy Shepheard's lost Ah weladay whose words beseeme the Altar Their works discent and first begin to faulter And they that should be Watch-lights in the Temple Are snuffes and want the oyle of good example The chosen Watch-men that the Tow'r should keepe Are waxen heauy-ey'd and fall'n asleepe ¶ Lord if thy Watch-mē wink too much awake them Although they slumber doe not quite forsake them The flesh is weake say not if dulnesse seaze Their heauy eyes Sleepe henceforth Take your ease And we poore weakelings when we sleepe in sin Knock at our drowzie hearts and neuer lin Till thou awake our sinne-congealed eyes Lest drown'd in sleepe we sinke and neuer rise THE ARGVMENT They question Ionah whence he came His Country and his peoples Name He makes reply They mone their woe And aske his counsell what to doe Sect. 4. AS when a Thiefe's appr'ended on suspect And charg'd for some supposed malifact A rude concurse of people strait accrewes Whose itching eares euen smart to know the newes The guilty pris'ner to himselfe betray'd He stands deiected trembling and afrayd So Ionah stood the Saylers all among Inclosed round amid the ruder throng As in a Summers Euening you shall heare In Hiue of Bees if you lay close your eare Confused buzzing and seditious noyse Such was the murmur of the Saylers voyce What was thy sinfull fact that causes this Sayes one wherein hast thou so done amisse Tell vs What is thine Art another sayes That thou professest Speake man Whence awayes From what Confines cam'st thou A third replies What is thy Country And of what allies What art thou borne a Iew or Gentile Whether Ere he could lend an answere vnto either A fourth demands Where hath thy breeding been All what they askt they all askt o're againe In fine their eares impatient of delay Becalm'd their tongues to heare what he could say So Ionah humbly rearing vp his eyes Breaking his long kept silence thus replies I am an Hebrew sonne of Abraham From whom my Land did first deriue her name Within the Land of Iury was I borne My name is Ionah retchlesse and forlorne I am a Prophet ah but woe is me For from before the face of God I flee From whence through disobedience I am driuen I feare Iehouah mighty God of Heauen I feare the Lord of Heauen whose glorious hand Did make this stormy Sea and massy land So said their eares with double rauishment Still hung vpon his melting lips attent Whose dreadful words their hearts so neere impierc't That from themselues themselues were quite deuers't Like as in a hot Summers euentide When lustfull Phoebus re salutes his Bride And Philomela 'gins her caroling A heard of Deere are browzing in a spring With hungry appetite misweening nought Nor in so deepe a silence fearing ought A sudden cracke or some vnthought of sound Or bounce of Fowlers Peece or yelpe of Hound Disturbes their quiet peace with strange amaze Where sencelesse halfe through feare they stand at gaze So stand the Sea-men as with Ghosts affrighted Entraunc'd with what this man of God recited Their whilome sturdy limmes wox faint and lither Their hearts did earne their knees did smite together Congealed blood vsurpt their trembling hearts Which coldly crawld about in all their parts Who trembling out some broken language thus Why hast thou brought this mischiefe vpon vs What humour led thee to a place vnknowne To seeke a forrein land and leaue thine owne What faith hadst thou by leauing thine abode To thinke to fly the presence of thy God Why hast thou not obey'd but thus transgrest The voice of God whom thou acknowledgest Art thou a Prophet and dost thou amisse What is the cause And why hast thou done this What shall we doe The tempest lends no eare To fruitlesse chat nor doe the billowes heare Or marke our language waues are not attent Our goods they float and all our paines are spent Our Bark's not weather-proofe for aye to last No Fort so strong but daily siege will wast The Lot accuses thee thy words condemne thee The waues thy deaths-mē striue to ouerwhelme thee What shal we do Thou Prophet speak we pray thee Thou fear'st the Lord Alas we may not slay thee
Or shall we saue thee No for thou dost fly The face of God and so deseru'st to dye Thou Prophet speake what shal we doe to thee That angry seas may calme and quiet be Meditatio quarta GIue leaue a little to adiourne your story Run backe a step or twaine and looke afore ye Can he be said to feare the Lord that flies him Can Word confesse him when as Deed denies him My sacred Muse hath rounded in mine eare And read the myst'ry of a twofold feare The first a seruile feare for Iudgements sake And thus the damned Diuels feare and quake Thus Adam fear'd and fled behind a tree And thus did bloody Kain feare and flee Vnlike to this there is a second kind Of feare extracted from a zealous mind Full fraught with loue and with a conscience cleare From base respects It is a filiall feare A feare whose ground would iust remaine and leuell Were neither Heauen nor Hell nor God nor Diuell Such was the feare that Princely Dauid had And thus our wretched Ionah fear'd and fled He fled asham'd because his sinnes were such He fled asham'd because his feare was much He fear'd Iehouah other fear'd he none Him he acknowledg'd Him he fear'd alone Vnlike to those men that befoold with errour Frame many gods and multiply their terrour Th' Egyptians God Apis did implore God Assas the Chaldaeans did adore Babel to the Deuouring Dragon seekes Th' Arabians Astaroth Iuno the Greekes The name of Belus the Assyrians hallow The Troians Vesta Corinth wise Apollo Th' Arginians sacrifice vnto the Sunne To Light-foot Mercury bowes Macedon To god Volunus louers bend their knee To Pauor those that faint and fearfull bee Who pray for health and strength to Murcia those And to Victoria they that feare to lose To Muta they that feare a womans tongue To great Lucina women great with young To Esculapius they that liue opprest And they to Quies that desire rest O blinded Ignorance of antique times How blent with errour and how stuft with crimes Your Temples were And how adulterate How clog'd with needlesse gods How obstinate How void of order and how inconfuse How full of dangerous and foule abuse How sandy were thy grounds and how vnstable How many Deities yet how vnable Implore these gods that list to howle and barke They bow to Dagon Dagon to the Arke But he to whom the seale of mercy 's giuen Adores Iehouah mighty God of Heauen Vpon the mention of whose sacred Name Meeke Lambs grow fierce and the fierce Lyons tame Bright Sol shall stop and heauen shall turne his course Mountaines shall dance and Neptune slake his force The Seas shall part the fire want his flame Vpon the mention of Iehouah's Name A Name that makes the roofe of Heauen to shake The frame of Earth to quiuer Hell to quake A Name to which all Angels blow their trumps A Name puts frolicke man into his dumps Though ne're so blythe A Name of high renowne It mounts the meeke and beates the lofty downe A Name deuides the marrow in the bone A Name which out of hard and flinty stone Extracteth hearts of flesh and makes relent Those hearts that neuer knew what mercy ment O Lord how great 's thy Name in all the Land How mighty are the wonders of thy hand How is thy Glory plac't aboue the heau'n To tender mouthes of Sucklings thou hast giu'n Coerciue pow'r and boldnes to reprooue When elder men doe what them no'te behooue O Lord How great 's the power of thy hand O God! How great 's thy Name in all the Land THE ARGVMENT The Prophet doth his fault discouer Perswades the men to cast him ouer They rowe and toyle but doe no good They pray to be excus'd from blood Sect. 5. SO Ionah fram'd the speech to their demand Not that I seeke to trauerse the command Of my deare Lord and out of minde peruerse T' auoyd the Niniuites doe I amerce My selfe Nor that I euer heard you threat Vnlesse I went to Niniueh the great And doe the message sent her from the Lord That you would kill or cast me ouer boord Doe I doe this 'T is my deserued fine You all are guiltlesse and the fault is mine 'T is I 't is I alone 't is I am he The tempest comes from heau'n the cause from me You shall not lose a haire for this my sin Nor perish for the fault that mine hath bin Lo I the man am here Lo I am He The roote of all End your reuenge on me I fled from God of Heau'n O let me then Because I fled from God so flie from men O take me for I am resolu'd to die As you did cast your Wares so cast in Me I am the man for whom these billowes dance My death shall purchase your deliuerance Feare not to cease your feares but throw me in Alas my soule is burthen'd with my sin And God is iust and bent to his Decree Which certaine is and cannot altred bee I am proclaim'd a Traytor to the King Of heau'n and earth The windes with speedy wing Acquaint the Seas The Seas mount vp on hie And cannot rest vntill the Traytor die Oh cast me in and let my life be ended Let Death make Iustice mends which Life offended Oh let the swelling waters me embalme So shall the Waues be still and Sea be calme So said the Mariners grew inly sad Though rude and barbarous and much ydrad As moou'd to see a Stranger for their good Lay downe his life which offer they withstood Till they had sought with all their pow'r and skill To saue the man and not the Ship to spill They digg'd and deepely delu'd the surrow'd Seas With brawny armes they plough'd the watry Leas Hoping in vaine by toyle to win the shore And wrought more hard thē erst they wrought before Alas their strength now failes and weares away For bodies wanting rest doe soone decay The Seas are angry and the waues arise Appeas'd with nothing but a Sacrifice Gods vengeance stormeth like the raging Seas Which nought but Ionah dying can appease Bootlesse it is to thinke by any deed To alter that which God of heau'n decreed Ionah must die 't is folly to say No Ionah must die or else we all die too Ionah must die that from his Lord did flie The lot determines Ionah then must die His guilty word confirmes the sacred lot Ionah must die then if we perish not If Iustice then it be that he must die And we sad Actors of his Tragedie We begge not Lord a warrant to offend O pardon bloud-shed that we must intend Though not our hands yet shall our hearts be cleare Then let not stainelesse Consciences beare The pond'rous burthen of a Murthers guilt Or voyce of harmelesse bloud that must be spilt For lo deare Lord it is thine owne Decree And we sad ministers of Iustice bee Meditatio quinta BVt
my seruants heart to swell Can anger helpe thee Ionah Doest thou well Meditatio vndecima ¶ HOw poore a thing is man How vain 's his mind How strange base And wau'ring like the wind How vncouth are his wayes How full of danger How to himselfe is he himselfe a stranger His heart 's corrupt and all his thoughts are vaine His actions sinfull and his words prophane His will 's deprau'd his senses all beguil'd His reason 's darke His members all defil'd His hastie feet are swift and prone to ill His guilty hands are euer bent to kill His tongue 's a spunge of venome or of worse Her practice is to sweare her skill to curse His eyes are fierballs of lustfull fire And outward spyes to inward foule desire His body is a well erected station But full of filth and foule corrupted passion Fond loue and raging lust and foolish feares Excessiue ioy and griefe o'rwhelm'd with teares Immoderate and couetous Desier And sinfull anger red and hot as fier These daily clog the soule that 's fast in prison From whose encrease this lucklesse brood is risen Respectlesse Pride and lustfull Idlenes Foule ribbauld talke and lothsome Drunkennes Fruitlesse Despayre and needlesse Curiositie Odious Ingratitude Double Hypocrisie Base Flattery and haughty-ey'd Ambition Heart-gnawing Hatred and squint-ey'd Suspition Self-eating Enuie Enuious Detraction Hopelesse Distrust and too-too sad Deiection Reuengefull Malice Hellish Blasphemie Idolatry and light Inconstancie Daring Presumption wry-mouth'd Derision Fearefull Apostacie vaine Superstition ¶ What heedfull watch And what contin'all ward How great respect and howerly regard Stands man in hand to haue when such a brood Of furious hell-hounds seeke to suck his blood Day night and hower they rebell and wrastle And neuer cease till they subdue the Castle ¶ How sleight a thing is man How fraile and brittle How seeming great is he How truly little Within the bosome of his holiest works Some hidden Embers of old Adam lurks Which oftentimes in men of righteous wayes Burst out in flame and for a season blaze ¶ Lord teach our hearts giue our soules directions Subdue our Passions Curb our stout Affections Nip thou the bud before the Bloome begins Lord keep all good men from presumptuous sins THE ARGVMENT A Booth for shelter Ionah made God sent a Gourd for better shade But by the next approching light God sent a Worme consum'd it quite Sect. 12. SO Ionah sore opprest and heauy-hearted From out the Cities circuit straight departed Departed to the Easterne borders of it Where sick with anguish sate this sullen Prophet He built a Booth and in the Booth he sate Vntill some few daies had expir'd their date With ouer-tedious pace where he might see What would betide to threatned Niniuie A trunk that wanteth sap is soone decay'd The slender Booth of boughs and branches made Soone yeelded to the fire of Phoebus Ray So dri'd to Dust consuming quite away Whereat the great Iehoua spake the word And ouer Iona's head there sprang a Gourd Whose roots were fixt within the quickning earth Which gaue it nourishment as well as birth God raised vp a Gourd a Gourd should last Let wind or scortching Sunne or blow or blast As coales of fier rak'd in Embers lye Obscure and vndiscerned by the eye But being stird regaine a glimm'ring light Reuiue and glow burning a-fresh and bright So Ionah 'gan to cheare through this reliefe And ioyfull was deuoyded all his griefe He ioy'd to see that God had not forgot His drooping seruant nor forsooke him not He ioy'd in hope the Gourds strange wonder will Perswade the people he 's a Prophet still The fresh aspect did much content his sight The herball sauour gaue his sense delight So Ionah much delighted in his Gourd Enioy'd the pleasures that it did affoord But Lord what earthly thing can long remaine How momentary are they and how vaine How vaine is earth that man 's delighted in it Her pleasures rise and vanish in a minnit How fleeting are the ioyes we find below Whose tides vncertaine alwayes ebbe and flow For lo this Gourd that was so faire and sound Is quite consum'd and eaten to the ground No sooner Titan had vp-heau'd his head From off the pillow of his Saffron bed But God prepar'd a silly silly worme Perchance brought thither by an Easterne storme The worme that must obey and well knew how Consum'd it quite ne left it root nor bow Consum'd it straight within a minut's space Left nought but sleeping Ionas in the place Meditatio duodecima ¶ THe Pleasures of the world which soone abate Are liuely Emblems of our owne estate Which like a Banquet at a Fun'rall show But sweeten griefe and serue to flatter woe ¶ Pleasure is fleeting still and makes no stay It lends a smile or twaine and steales away ¶ Man's life is fickle full of winged haste It mocks the sense with ioy and soone does waste ¶ Pleasure does crowne thy youth and lulls thy wants But sullen age approching straight auaunts ¶ Man's life is Ioy and Dolor seekes to banish It doth lament and mourne in age and vanish ¶ The time of pleasure 's like the life of man Both ioyfull both contained in a span Both highly priz'd and both on sudden lost When most we trust them they deceiue vs most What fit of madnes makes vs loue them thus We leaue our liues and pleasure leaueth vs Why what are Pleasures But a golden dreame Which waking makes our wants the more extreame And what is Life A bubble full of care Which prickt by death straight empties into ayre The flowers clad in far more rich array Then earst was Salomon doe soone decay What thing more sweet or fairer then a flowre Nath'les it blooms and fades within an howre What thing more pleasing then a morning Sun And yet this pleasure euery Day is dun But thou art heire to Croesus and thy treasure Being great and endlesse endlesse is thy pleasure But thou thou Croesus heire consider must Thy wealth and thou came from and goes to dust Another's noble and his name is great And takes his place vpon a loftie seat True 't is but yet his many wants are such That better 't were he were not knowne so much Another binds his soule in Hymens knot His Spouse is chaste and faire withouten spot But yet his comfort is bedasht and done His grounds are stock't and now he want's a sonne ¶ How fickle and vnconstant's mans Estate Man faine would haue but then he knowes not what And hauing rightly knowes not how to prize it But like the foolish Dunghill-cock imploy's it But who desires to liue a life content Wherein his Cruze of ioy shall ne'r be spent Let him consider what may be desir'd The date whereof is not to be expir'd For that 's not worth the crauing to obtaine A happinesse that must be lost againe Nor
that which most doe couet most is best Best are the goods mixt with contented rest Gasp not for Honour wish no blazing glory For these will perish in an ages story Nor yet for pow'r for that may be conferr'd On fooles as well as thee that hast deseru'd Thirst not for Lands nor Mony wish for none For Wealth is neither lasting nor our owne Riches are faire inticements to deceiue vs They flatter while we liue and dying leaue vs. THE ARGVMENT Ionah desires to dye The Lord Rebukes him He maintaines his word His anger he doth iustifie God pleads the Cause for Niniuie Sect. 13. WHen ruddy Phoebus had with morning light Subdu'd the East and put the stars to flight The Lord prepar'd a feruent Easterne wind Whose drought together with the Sunne combin'd Each adding fier to the others heat With strong vnited force amaine did beat And sore reflect vpon the helplesse head Of fainting Ionah that was well-nye dead Who turning oft and tossing to and fro As they that are in torments vse to doe And restlesse finding no successe of ease But rather that his tortures still encrease His secret passion to his soule betrai'd Wishing with all his heart to dye and said O kill me Lord or lo my heart will riue For better 't is for me to dye then liue So said the Lord did interrupt his passion Saying How now Is this a seemly fashion Doth it become my seruants heart to swell Can anger helpe thee Ionah do'st thou well Is this a fit speech or a well-plac'd word What art thou angry Ionah for a Gourd What if th' Arabians with their ruder traine Had kill'd thine Oxen and thy Cattell slaine What if consuming fier falne from heauen Had all thy seruants of their liues bereauen And burnt thy Sheep What if by strong oppression The Chaldees had vsurpt vniust possession Vpon thy Cammels Or had Boreas blowne His full-mouth'd blast and cast thy houses downe And slaine thy sonnes amid their iollities Or hadst thou lost thy Vineyard full of trees Or bin bereaued of thine only Sheep That in thy tender bosome vs'd to sleep How would thine hastie spirit then bin sturr'd If thou art angry Ionah for a Gourd So Ionah frames his answere thus and saith Lord I doe well to vex vnto the death I blush not to acknowledge and professe Deserued rage I 'm angry I confesse 'T would make a spirit that is thorow frozen To blaze like flaming Pitch and frie like Rozen Why dost thou aske that thing that thou canst tell Thou know'st I 'm angry and it beseemes me well So said the Lord to Ionah thus bespake Dost thou bemoane and such compassion take Vpon a Gourd whose seed thou didst not sow Nor mou'd thy skilfull hands to make it grow Whose beautie small and profit was but slight Which sprang and also perisht in a night Hadst thou O dust and ashes such a care And in-bred pittie a trifling plant to spare Hadst thou O hard and incompassionate To wish the razing of so braue a State Hadst thou I say compassion to bewaile The extirpation of a Gourd so fraile And shall not I that am the Lord of Lords Whose fountaine's neuer dry but still affords Sweet streames of mercie with a fresh supply To those that thirst for grace What shall not I That am the God of mercie and haue sworne To pardon sinners when soe're they turne I say shall I disclaime my wonted pitie And bring to ruine such a goodly Citie Whose hearts so truly penitent implore me Who day and night powre foorth their soules before me Shall I destroy the mightie Niniuie Whose people are like sands about the sea 'Mong which are sixe-score thousand soules at least That hang vpon their tender mothers brest Whose prettie smiles did neuer yet descry The deare affection of their mothers eye Shall I subuert and bring to desolation A Citie nay more aptly tearm'd a Nation Whose walls are wide and wondrous full of might Whose hearts are sorrowfull and soules contrite Whose infants are in number so amounting And beasts and cattell endlesse without counting What Ionah shall a Gourd so moue thy pitie And shall not I spare such a goodly Citie Meditatio vltima ¶ MY heart is full and knowes not how to vent My tongue proues traytor to my poore intent My mind 's in labour and find's no redresse My heart conceiues My tongue cannot expresse My organs suffer through a maine Defect Alas I want a proper Dialect To blazon forth the tythe of what I muse The more I meditate the more accrewes But lo my faultring tongue must say no more Vnlesse she step where she hath trod before What shall I then be silent No I 'le speake Till tongue be tyred and my lungs be weake Of dearest mercie in as sweet a straine As it shall please my Muse to lend a vaine And when my voyce shall stop within her sourse And speech shall faulter in this high discourse My tyred tongue vnsham'd shall thus extend Only to name Deare mercie and so end ¶ Oh high Imperiall King heauens Architect Is man a thing befitting thy Respect Lord thou art wisdome and thy wayes are holy But man's polluted full of filth and folly Yet is he Lord the fabrick of thy hand And in his soule he beares thy glorious brand How-e're defaced with the rust of sin Which hath abus'd thy stamp and eaten in 'T is not the frailtie of mans corrupted nature Makes thee asham'd t' acknowledge man thy creature But like a tender father here on earth Whose child by nature or abortiue birth Doth want that sweet and fauourable rellish Wherewith her creatures Nature doth imbellish Respects him ne'rthelesse so stands the case 'Twixt God and sinfull man Though sinne deface The glorious portraiture that man did beare Whereby he loath'd and vgly doth appeare Yet God within whose tender bowels are Deep gulfs of mercie sweet beyond compare Regards and loues with reu'rence be it said Nay seems to dote on man when he hath strayd Lord thou hast brought him to his fold againe When he was lost thou didst not then disdaine To think vpon a vagabond and giue Thine only Sonne to dye that he might liue How poore a mite art thou content withall That man may scape his downe-approching fall Though base we are yet didst not thou abhorre vs But as our story notes art pleading for vs To saue vs harmlesse from our foemans iawes Art thou turn'd Oratour to plead our cause ¶ How are thy mercies full of admiration How soueraigne How sweet's their application Fatning the soule with sweetnes and repayring The rotten ruines of a soule Despayring ¶ Loe here Malfido is the feast prepar'd Fall too with courage and let nought be spar'd Taste freely of it Here 's no Misers feast Eate what thou canst and pocket vp the rest These precious vyands are Restoritie Eate then and if the sweetnes
Maids of Honor All following close and duly wayting on her But Sin that alwaies enui'd mans Condition Within this kingdome raised vp Diuision Withdrawne mans Will and brib'd his false Affection That This no order hath nor That Election The Will proues traitor to the Vnderstanding Reason hath lost her power and left commanding She 's quite depos'd and put to foule disgrace And Tyrant Will vsurps her Empty place ¶ Vouchsafe Lord in this little World of mine To raigne that I may raigne with Thee in thine And since my will is quite of good bereauen Thy will be done in earth as 't is in heauen 6 ¶ WHo liue to sin they all are theeues to Heauen And Earth They steale frō God take vngiuen Good men they rob and such as liue vpright And being bastards share the free-mans Right They 're all as owners in the owners stead And like to Dogs deuoure the childrens bread They haue and lack and want what they possesse They 're most vnhappy in their most happinesse They are not goods but riches that thou hast And not be'ng goods to eu'ls they turne at last ¶ Lord what I haue let me enioy in thee And thee in it or else take it from mee My store or want make thou or fade or flourish So shall my comforts neither change nor perish That little I enioy Lord make it mine In making me that am a Sinner thine 'T is thou or none that shall supply my need O Lord Giue vs this day our daily bread 7 ¶ THe quick-conceited Schoole-men well approue A difference 'twixt Charitie and Loue Loue is a vertue whereby we explaine Our selues to God and God to vs againe But Charity 's imparted to our Brother Whereby we traffick one man with another The first extends to God The last belongs To man In giuing right and bearing wrongs In number they are twaine In vertue One For one not truly being t' others none ¶ In louing God if I neglect my Neighbour My loue hath lost his proofe and I my labour My Zeale my Faith my Hope that neuer failes me If Charitie be wanting nought auailes me ¶ Lord in my Soule a spirit of Loue create me And I will loue my Brother if he hate me In nought but loue le ts me enuy my betters And then Forgiue my debts as I may detters 8 ¶ I Finde a true resemblance in the growth Of Sin and Man Alike in breeding both The Soul 's the Mother and the Diuell Syer Who lusting long in mutuall hot desier Enioy their wils and ioyne in Copulation The Seed that fils her wombe is foule Tentation The sinnes Conception is the Soules Consent And then it quickens when it giues content The birth of Sin is finisht in the action And Custome brings it to its full perfection ¶ O let my fruitlesse Soule be barren rather Then bring foorth such a Child for such a Father Or if my Soule breed Sin not being wary O let it either dye or else miscarry She is thy Spouse O Lord doe thou aduise her Keepe thou her chaste Let not the Fiend entice her Trie thou my heart Thy Trials bring Saluation But let me not be led into Temptation 9 ¶ FOrtune that blind supposed Goddesse is Still rated at if ought succeed amisse 'T is she the vaine abuse of Prouidence That beares the blame when others make th' offence When this mans barne finds not her wonted store Fortune's condemn'd because she sent no more If this man dye or that man liue too long Fortune's accus'd and she hath done the wrong Ah foolish Dolts and like your Goddesse blind You make the fault and call your Saint vnkind For when the cause of Eu'll begins in Man Th' effect ensues from whence the cause began Then know the reason of thy discontent The eu'll of Sinne makes Eu'll of punishment ¶ Lord hold me vp or spurre me when I fall So shall my Eu'll be iust or not at all Defend me from the World the Flesh the Deuill And so thou shalt deliuer me from Euill 10 ¶ THe Priestly skirts of A'rons holy coate I kisse and to my morning Muse deuote Had neuer King in any age or Nation Such glorious Robes set foorth in such a fashion With Gold and Gemmes and Silks of Princely Dye And Stones befitting more then Maiestie The Persian Sophies and rich Shaeba's Queene Had ne'r the like nor e'r the like had seene Vpon the skirts in order as they fell First a Pomegranat was and then a Bell By each Pomegranat did a Bell appeare Many Pomegranats many Bels there were Pomegranats nourish Bels doe make a sound As blessings fall Thanksgiuings must abound ¶ If thou wilt clothe my heart with A'rons tyer My tongue shall praise as well as heart desier My tongue and pen shall dwell vpon thy Story O Lord for thine is Kingdome Power Glory ¶ THe Ancient Sophists that were so precise And often-times perchance too curious nice Auerre that Nature hath bestow'd on Man Three perfect Soules When this I truly scan Me thinks their Learning swath'd in Errour lyes They were not wise enough and yet too wise Too curious wise because they mention more Then one Not wise enough because not foure Nature not Grace is Mistres of their Schooles Grace counts them wisest that are veriest Fooles Three Soules in man Grace doth a fourth allow The Soule of Faith But this is Greeke to you 'T is Faith that makes man truly wise 'T is Faith Makes him possesse that thing he neuer hath ¶ This Glorious Soule of Faith bestow on mee O Lord or else take thou the other three Faith makes men lesse then Children more then Men It makes the Soule crie Abba and Amen FINIS PENTELOGIA Or THE QVINTESSENCE OF MEDITATION Mors tua Mors Christi Fraus Mundi Gloria Coeli Et Dolor Inferni sunt meditanda tibi Thy Death the Death of Christ the Worlds Tentation Heauens Ioy Hells Torment be thy Meditation AT LONDON Imprinted by Felix Kyngston for Richard Moore and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstans Church-yard 1620. Mors tua 1 ¶ ME thinks I see the nimble-aged Syre Passe by amaine with feete vnapt to tyre Vpon his head an Hower-glasse he weares And in his wrinkled hand a Sithe he beares Both Instruments to take the liues from Men Th' one shewes with what the other sheweth when Me thinkes I heare the Dolefull Passing-bell Setting an onset to his lowder knell This moody musick of impartiall Death Who daunces after daunces out of breath Me thinkes I see my dearest friends lament With sighs and teares and wofull dryriment My tender Wife and Children standing by Dewing the Death-bed whereupon I lye Me thinkes I heare a Voyce in secret say Thy Glasse is runne and thou must dye to day Mors Christi 2 ¶ ANd am I here and my Redeemer gone Can He be dead and is not my life done Was he tormented in excesse of measure And doe I
DOGS like DIVELS goe Goe Howle and Barke DEPART in DARKNES for your deeds were Darke Let roring be your MVSICK And your Food Be flesh of VIPERS And your Drinke their BLOOD Let FIENDS afflict thee with REPROCH and SHAME DEPART DEPART into Eternall FLAME If HELL the Guerdon then of Sinners bee Lord giue me HEL on Earth Lord giue me HEAVEN with thee vv vv I am Define Tibia versus FINIS * Assyria Diodor Siculus lib. 3. rerum antiqu 6.4 Pliny lib. 6. cap. 26. Strabo lib. 16. princip * Assur Genes cap. 10.11 St. August lib. 15. de ciuit Dei Diod. Sic. cap. 1. rerum antiqu The Cituation of the City The height of the Walls The Breadth Ptolimaeus lib. 6. Geograph cap. 1. The Circuit of the City The number of ber Towers Diod. Siculus cap. 3. rerum antiquarum Her beauty and strength The number of ber workmen Radulf Volateranus Nab. 3.15 The sinnes of Niniueh a Chap. 1. 1.2 b 1.3 c 1.4 d 1.5 e 1.6 f 1 1â— g 1.17 h Chap. 2.2 i 2.10 k Chap. 3.1.2 l 3.3 m 3.4 n 3.5 o 3.7 p 3.10 q Chap. 4. â— r 4.5 s 4. â— t 4. â— u 4.6 * 4.7 x 4.8 y 4.9 z 4.10 * 4.11 Historia Ionae incipit Chap. 1. vers 1. * Jonah interp is a Doue * Amittai interp is Truth Vers 2. Gods charge to Ionah Ier. 20.3 Explicit Hist Hist Chap. 1. vers 3. Prima occasio fugae 2. Occasio 3. Occasio Simile * Ciuitas Palest The Tempest Vers 5. Explicit Hist Obiect Deus regnat in Coelis per gloriaÌ„ In terris per gratiam Apud inferos per institiam Resolue Hist. Chap. 1. vers 6. The Pylot awakes Ionah The Pylots speech to Jonab Verse 7. Exp. Hist Consuetudo peccandi tollit seasum peccati Math. 13.41 Histor Cap. 1. v. 8. Simile The Mariners speech to Ionas Ionahs speech to the Mariners * Hebraei quasi Abrahaei S. Aug lib. 1. super Gen. Vers 10. Simile The Mariners speech Interrogatio Admiratio Neprehensio Expl. Hist Obiect Resolutio Chap. 1. ve 12. Iona's last will Vers 13. Vers 14. The Mariners prayer Expl. Hist Obiect Homicida in se insepultus abijciatur Seneca Resolu Non ideo sine scelere facit alter c. S. Aug. lib. 1. de ciuitat Dei cap. 26. Iudg. 16.30 Spiritus latenter hoc iusserat S. Aug. Cum Deus iubet se iubere sine vllis ambagibus intimat quis inobedientiam in crimen vocat S. Aug. Caritas est infans sine pannis dans mel api sine pennis * Dea Litis Simile Hist Chap 1. ve 15. Simile Simile Vers 16. Vers 17. Explicit Hist Simile Hist Chap. 2. ver 1. Verse 2. The prayer of Ionas out of the Whales belly Vers 3. Vers 4. Vers 5. Vers 6. Vers 7. Vers 8. Vers 9. Vers 10. Explicit Hist Quitimidè oraâ— docet negare Luke 11.9 * The Common-wealth * The Church * Charity * Feare * Wisedome * Faith * Iustice * Prayer * Math. 21.21 * John 15.16 Oratio feruens velox Oratio fides comites indiuidui Hist Chap. 3. ver 1. Vers 2. Gods second charge to Ionah Simile vers 3. Vers 4. Iona's prophecy to the Niniuites Explicit Hist Obiect Resolut Aliud mutare voluntatem aliud velle mutationem Aquin. 1. quaest 19 art 7. Mutat sententiam sed non mutat consiliuÌ„ lib. 20. mor. c. 29 Tempus vitae tempus poenitentiae Hist Chap. 3. ver 5. Vers 5. 〈◊〉 Hist Matth. 6 Hist Chap. 3.7 The Proclamation of the Niniuites Vers 8. Vers 9. Vers 10. Explicit Hist Hist Chap. 4.1 Vers 2. Ionas speech to God Vers 3. Vers 4. Explicit Hist Virgil Aeneid 8. Hinc metuunt cupiunt dotent gaudentque nec auras Respiciunt clausae tenebris carcere caeco Hist Chap. 4. ver 5. Vers 6. Simile Vers â— Explicit Hist Voluptas Vita Voluptas Vita Voluptas quale Vita quale Boctius Philos consol * Folia vanitatis * Lilâ—a terrae Hist Chap. 4. â— Vers 9. Gods speech to Ionah Iob. 2 â— King 21.15 2. Sam. 12.3 Ionahs answer Vers 10. Gods reply Vers 11. Explicit Hist Fac quod potes quod non pates pete Ionah Chap. 2. chap 3.10 Application Chap. 1.17 Application Chap. 3.5 Application Chap. 3.10 Chap. 4. Application Chap. 1.2 Chap. 3.4 Chap. 3.5 Chap. 3.6 Chap. 3.10 Psal 150. Sapere est insipere Eccles 1. Ex infernis nulla redemp