all my buildings thou do'st know my hearts Desire is onely t' entertaine those things That my saluation and thy honor brings Furnish me so with faith that my grand-foe Attempting to effect my ouer-thowe May faile and fall and vanish giue me that Faith that set Noah vpon mount Arrarat That which remou'd Henoch from of the earth And without death a gaue caelestiall birth I doe but wish that sword to vanquish sinne Which Dauid brought gainst th' vgly Philistime When woes be set me round and sinne and death Then let my faith aduance me from beneath To thy abiding City'mongst the iust Lord of thy mercy change my faith to trust Faith doth confesse Christ but trust doth perswade The spotlesse offerings that my Iesus made Were mine and for my sinne and soules reliefe This I beleeue Lord helpe my vnbeliefe Another thing I craue is patience to Accept contentedly and vndergo Afflictions that may happen grant to mee Such store of patience in all misery That my deserts may cause report to spread Iobs dearest daughter liues though he be dead Teach me to welcome sorrow ' mongst the rest Of other passions that possesse my brest Make patience power the greatest that I may Passe the worlds nights to heauens glorious day Next furnish me with strength make me of might To maintaine combate in thy Gospells right And to my strength adde valour for these too Being diuided can no seruice doo To merit thankes or prayse the foes intent Preuaileth when my valour 's impotent And when my strength wants valour I am like To loose the field because I dare not strike Therefore I sue for both th' are fit'st for mee Because I but desire them t'honor thee Then make a sword of both to cut off strife Venter thou it and I will venter life And yet I venter nothing for I know I haue nothing but what thou didst bestow And as thy owne command it thine I rest ' The best of seruants can but do her best Yet gracious Lord direct me how to make Euen for thy passion and compassion sake My prayers more compleat because I haue Great neede of many things and cannot craue So as I may obtaine except the most Powerfull assistance of the holy Ghost Helpe to preferre my sacrifice if thou Will some more pacience vnto me allow To temper all my passions in such measure That neither sorrowes nor deluding pleasure Possesse me with excesse then I shall doo Thee soueraigne honor and me subiect too To make thy Bride victorious I do pray With reuerence loue and feare that I still may Inioy that pacience which can bring me past The blew-red vaile with victory at last Into thy holiest holy here beneath Afflictions miseries cares feares doome and death Fills all my dayes so full of discontent That till I see that ladder thou once sent Vnto my Father Iacob set for mee T' ascend I looke for noe felicity My Lord by all the gracious promises Of thine betweene the first of Genesis And the Omega of thy sacred booke And by the paines that my Messias tooke By his vnualeu'd merrits and by all He sayd or did from 's birth t' his funerall Free me from all my sinnes and now remoue The clouds of sinne and vengeance from aboue That my voyce may come to thy sacred eares And fetch my pardon from these cares and feares Lord quit me out of hand and let me see The glorious state of immortalitie I 'm weary of these nether-lands and would Come see my dowery that with purest gold Thou hast so richly wall'd and pau'd so faire With Berill Topaz and such stones as are Most fit in forme and beauty I intreate That as thou hast prouided me a seate In Syon thy most holy heauenly hill Thou'll place me in 't O let it be thy will To helpe me home in hast that now I may Change my blacke night for thy bright endlesse day FINIS AN EPISTLE OR A Legacy for the vse of the Right Reverend Father in God IOHN Lord Bishop of the Isles of Man c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister of the Lord our God at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT REuerent Father in God Iohn by the Diuine Prouidence Lord Bishop of the Isles of Man Rector of Hawarden c. MY Lord you know a heauenly muse should bee Esteemed as men prize eternitie I know your brest containes a muse diuine And therefore will not vnder-value mine Of all that liue I dare a fauour claime But those whose all shall perish with their name Right Reuerend Phillips Phillip the great King Of Macedon did cause a child to bring Quotidian warning thus for him to scan Phillip remember thou art but a man A fairer title I deliuer can Phillis consider you are Lord of Man Both men and man approues it in that I le You haue sate graciously a happy while Vnto mans makers glory and your prayse Among'st most reuerent Bishops all your dayes Shall be accounted happy many aime At profitable Lordships and for gaine Are Lords of more but baser mettle farre As farre as doth the Sunne exceede a Starre Men should beleeue it because God hath sayd Man doth exceede all workes that e're God made Stay man the soyle no man the soule is blest I grant that truth and then it needs must rest Y' are Lord of both others but of the soyle Their couetous carefulnesse and temp'rall toyle Affirme no lesse whereas your Lordship may With much content with Princely Dauid say The place wherein my lot to me befell Is passing faire and like me wondrous well You might haue bathed in a greater fountaine But a small Dyamond's worth a mighty mountaine Some lesser things are priz'd the great'st aboue The quality not quantity breeds loue Happy was man to haue the man of God Find out her port he hath remou'd the rod Of wrath and fury out of all her coasts And how to call vpon the Lord of Hoasts In her owne language he hath taught her know Such benefits good Bishops doe bestow Vpon their flocke Now babes and sucklings can And doe extoll the Lord of Heauen and man Pitty't had beene you should haue left the I le For your preferment better many smile Then one and it is better that one loose Then many I haue knowne your Lordship choose To preferre generall before speciall good Your pious learned care 't is vnderstood Hath truely newly setled all the land And taught the ignorant to vnderstand The holy word of God and 't is thought fit You honor God your King and selfe by it In seeing that establisht yo 'aue begune Ioy in it Lord you haue more honor woone By making th' ignorant intelligent Of God and men then euer shall be spent My friends the cause I prayse this Lord 's to mee As neare and deare as Paul to Tymothie What erst was ruin'd by the great neglect Of 's predicessors he doth re-erect In sumptuous stately
loose The beauty of thy sonne let me boast euer Where my Lord Lord loueth once he looseth neuer That I am thy elect and that I may Vnto my enemies and the heathen say As day doth night my state doth theirs excell And that my Lord call'd my name Israell Crown'd me with Isaacks blessings did decree Prophanest Edom seruant vnto mee That this is thus I can but prayse and pray My thankes my Punce is all I haue to pay I do remember when by thy command I multipll'd and into euery land My members were disperst yea it was I The Caldean Priest beheld so strangly lie Shapelesse and liuelesse in the valley sowne As thicke as haile which some great blast hath blowne Into the lower-lands my bones once lay Dis-ioynted broke and scatter'd till the day It pleased thee most graciously to make A perfect vnion for thy chosen sake For my vocation that I was by thee Reform'd and knit in happy vnitie And call'd by Dauids Cimbals Aarons bels Esayes loud trump th'Euangellists and cls What musicke men and Angels could deliuer Sounded so loud my parts ioyn'd all together Earst being dispersed in t' all parts as farre As lights the arcticke or th'antarcticke starre And now collected onely for to bee A marriage for the Trine-vne-maiestie By these Caelestiall motions that I am Call'd out of Aegypt into Canaan I giue thee thankes and it is all I can My Lord I do remember my estate When in the open field so desolate I lay contemn'd of all when passers by Scorn'd at my life and laugh'd to see me die And I do likewise carry in my minde The great compassion that I then did finde Flow from thy breast when I was falne so low The seas of miseries did ouer-flow My aiery substance and my earthly show And when with these sad thoughts my heart is full Passion comes in and makes each sence as dull As ignorance then do I'gin t'admite What was th' occasion such an ardent fire Of holy loue was kindl'd in thy brest To me-wards knowing that in me did rest No good I thus my Princes thoughts did measure My Lord chose not for merit but for pleasure I had no beauty my poore soule within Was like an Ethiop wrapt in clouds of sin My flesh impress'd with vlcers in worse state Then Lazarus dispis'd at Diues gate My wised ome was but folly and my health Was deadly sicknesse all my store and wealth Was store of woes and pouerty in mee Was the true image of all misery And what was I most vile and wretched thing That I should be the daughter of a King What 's my discent or what 's my fathers house That I should we are a crowne and be the spouse Of Gods eternall sonne My Lord my tong Shall still confesse thy mercies euen among The greatest congregations I 'll make knowne Th' hast set a beggar on a Princes throne And alter'd her condition and I 'll sing Th'vnworthi'st bride hath Queen'd the worthi'st King FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord containing her Thankfulnesse A Legacy beneficiall for the Right Honorable HENRY Lord Clifford c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister in the Church of God LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY LORD Clifford Sonne and Heire to the Right Noble Lord Francis Earle of Cumberland c. Worthy Lord I Must intreate you to prouide Your selfe with proper speede T' attend the Nuptials of the Bride Our kin it is a greede 'Twixt Isr'els of-spring and Gods soone A marriage must be made And messengers abroad are runne All good men to perswade To come to see it solemmiz'd And I am one of those That haue some worthy friends aduis'd To free them from these woes That times and men are subiect too And it 's become my lot By Gods Commission t' inuite you And I know I shall not Want audience nor place nor time To tell my Embassie Imbrace it Lord for 't is diuine And the best legacie I can bestow I know you are Religious learn'd and wise And noble therefore I shall share Your fauours I surmise Your Lordships in all humble loue Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Isr'els infirmitte's confess'd Her gratitude's proclaim'd The bounties of her Lord 's express'd And her best loue 's explain'd MY Lord I know thou knowes before I speake What I would vtter since I 'm wondrous weake And of my selfe deficient teach thou mee To publish pious pleasant harmonie Such as thou wilt vouchsafe to heare that when My pensiue soule with miseries of men Is guarded round my voyce to thee may come And find some grace to helpe the gracelesse sonne To helpe my sinnefull sorrowfull soule in time Let the bright sunne of mercy freely shine Vpon my guiltinesse that thy bride may Be white as innocence and as bright as day For all thy blessings though I be but poore Yet both of praise and thankes I haue such store As shall record me debtor vnto thee In songs and himnes to all posteritie I must confesse but cannot pay thee due For my redemption that thou pleas'd to view My state so poore with mercies eyes so pure My soule reioy ceth and I 'm very sure The price of my redemption's payd so well Sinne hath no strength death hath no sting and hell Hath now no victory I am not so Blinded with ignorance but that I know My selfe both as I am and as I was As different as the Dyamond from glasse So is my former from my latter state Thou didst repaire what I did ruinate From gyues and fetters thou hast loosed mee To tread the pathes of life and liberty From hellish endlesse sorrowes thou hast quit My captiu'd soule out of the lowest pit Euen as a Lilly ouer-growne with thornes That is not benific'd by the springing mornes Vntill the carefull husband doe deuise To rid the thornes to helpe the Lilly t'rise So 't was with me my soule suppress'd with sinne Knew nought but sorrow till thou did beginne To vndergoe my burthen and since then I haue found grace with God and peace with men For this great freedome and for all my blis In esse and in posse I 'ue but this Towards recompence my gratitude's my store Thankes 't is a proper payment for the poore And yet I 'm bound for greater fauours such For which I cannot manifest so much Affection as they challenge therefore still Lord when my action failes regard my will Since it did please thee to make me thy bride It seemes thou pleas'd I should be sanctifide For that I 'm now reformed like to thee In hollinesse and perfect puritie And that so inwardly and outward faire Thou hast made me that I 'm without compare And since my spots and wrinckles are disolu'd And that in holy white I 'm now inuolu'd It resteth that I sacrifice my best And what I offer 's but the interest Of what I owe I 'll thanke thee whil'st I liue And
for her comfort I did thus begin Sweete Lady be not sorrowfull I am he Will pay the debt and end all misery Be not amaz'd the great Kings sonne am I A Prince that will not let his mercy die I 'le dye to giue thee life and thou shall rest Henceforth for euer in a Princes brest And this I 'le do to make an end of strife With my owne death I 'le purchase thee a life FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Redemption A Spirituall legacy for the Benifite of the Honorable Lady the Lady Gerreard Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. ⧠TO THE NOBLE Lady Ellenor Lady Gerrard wife to the late Honorable Gilbert Lord Gerrard c. Honorable Lady VVHen sorrowes nights are ouer-past There followes ioyfull day Haplesse extreames can neuer last But styes and posts away To bring glad tidings in sad times I hold it wondrous fit And so doth all our best diuines And you may thinke of it I do present you with a gift Fit for a Princes hand Pray take it 't is the meanes to lift Soules to the holy land The full redemption of mankind I offer to your view A subiect to translate the mind From th' old man to the new I know you seeke Gods holy place And clothes you for his feast With pious loue purenesse and grace True zeale and all the rest Of those rich garments faire and meete For such a Princes Court And doubtlesse you shall one day see 't Though now my by report Imperfectly you are but told Yet quickly you shall see In Syons City wall'd with gold The Lambe in 's Maiestie Aduance your thoughts to heauenly things And you in the end shall soare Vnto that Court where's none but Kings Reioycing euer-more Your Honors deuoted in any Christian office Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The promised Messias birth Conquers hell death and sinne And t' Eden backe with mickle mirth Brings Adam and his kinne IMmortall soule and my elected Queene Though hitherto thou hast most carelesse beene T' obserue my will yet now incline thy neart Or thou and I for euermore shall part See this epistle truely vnderstood Read it with teares for it is writ with blood A pretious price is found to pay thy det A sacrifice not ordinary to get For thou had but one God God but one sonne That sonne one life that life to death was done To bring old Adam backe to Edens blis And now learne what it cost to finish this I being promis'd came man did disdame me The world was proud and loft to entertaine me My earthly mother had so poore a kinne She was deni'd a lodging in the Inne When night and paine and teares and trauell tooke-her poore Mary was alone and all forsooke-her Sighing and seeking to find place for rest And at the last a stable was the best That could be spar'd this I had power to mend But I came rather like a lowly friend Then like a maister and so caus'd it try'd I came to shew my loue and not my pryde My pathes were plaine my cradle was a cratch I had no friends none shew'd such loue to watch For my arriuall the worlds loue was small Mary was mother mid-wife nurse and all No costly robes nor silkes nor cloth of gold Prouided was to keepe me from the cold Nothing but poore attyre and homely things Thus Princeps Regum terrae King of Kings Begun his Lambe-like raigne yea my pretence Was onely peace my armor innocence I did not many nights in safety nappe Vpon my louing mothers lowly lappe But warning came I must to Aegypt flee Herod was mou'd and making search for mee And I must runne or die for his intent's To wash his hands in blood of innocence The time wherein he did the infants slay Shall still be noted for a dismall day He aym'd at my fall but he fell we see And murther'd many to haue metwith mee But he mistooke himselfe and miss'd his ayme And I to Bothlem safe return'd againe In spite of Herod prophecies did ring That Dauids sonne was borne to be a King I did sustaine temptation for thy sake Much toyle and trauaile I did vndertake To make thy burthen light I dare presume To sweare betweene my cradle and my tombe I knew no perfect rest I had no bed Foxes had holes and birds were furnished With nests and lodgings but my head had none Mine was like Iacobs state when he left home And his old parents to procure his rest From angry Esau with his kin in th' east He was benighted in a strange land where He neither found friends nor companions there His pillow was a stone his bed was earth A naturall musitian made him mirth Surmis'd the Nightingall he could not get Wherein to wrape himselfe from nights could sweat His vncoth roome was all with greene be spred And rouing cloudes were curtaines to his bed His canopy was heauen where he might view Millions of Starres fixt in the blackest blew He went to bed as mildly as a lambe And slept as moderatly as a man And rose as earely as a Larke and fed With more content then e're he went to bed Then towards his vncles he doth post amaine To proue if Rachels loue he may obtaine And at the last his prentiships and paine Winnes his faire bride and he comes home againe With 's Lady in his hand his slockes before His seede about him and his Princely store Comes after with his seruants and thus hee With beauty riches health and dignitie Comes home attended I with Iacob may Compare my trauailes so that by the way I make some difference by the difference gather I left a fayrer home a better father To tread strange pathes where I was neuer knowne I sought for strangers loue and left my owne Iacob was neuer in such miscrie I was both worser cloth'd and lodg'd then he I went to fetch my bride from amongst those That dwelt farre further off and were my foes He payd but loue and seruice for his bride I payd my seruice loue and life beside He brought his home with riches and renowne With ioy and gladnesse vnto Sichem towne And for her mouing tents he hath her giuen Faire fixed temples stately types of Heauen His bed was on the earth mine was within He slept for sorrow but I slept for sinne I rose more earely to prepare thy way For I saw sun-rise before he saw day I 'll bring thee home adorn'd with better things The power and honor of all earthly kings And let their powers together lincked bee All cannot make one worthy t'waite on thee I spent my dayes in sorrow for thy good I sayl'd to th'Cradle in teares to th' graue in blood And more then this I was content to doo My middle time had mickle sorrowes too I liu'd releeuing poore healing and feeding I wipt those eyes that wept wounds that were bleeding I cur'd
and car'd for all that were in woe None can complaine that they away did goe Without a pardon for the great'st transgression All those that brought repentance found compassion I haue beene thine thine both in word and deede My tongue did preach and pray my flesh did bleede From my fresh wounds the smallest droppe that fell Is price sufficient to saue Israell I promise thee beleeue my promise then One drop may saue more worlds then this hath men It is sufficient Know I did not come To plead defficience and pay halfe the summe Let him that 's poore and needy and that must Confesse his pouerty and take on trust I haue no such occasion let him score That 's growne disable beggarly and poore Thy ransome all is payd and thou art rich And still within my store-house there 's so much It neuer can be empti'd do not want My bounty cannot make my blessings scant Desire and I will giue thee more and more Thou canst not make the stocke of mercy poore Presume not neither for I will expresse My Iustice on presumptuous saucinesse The meeke and lowly I delight to guide I owe the greatest punishments to pride My Israell my death hath bought thy life Forget not then the duties of a wife The office of a husband I haue showne In greater measure then the world hath knowne The graue is conquer'd death hath now no sting All foes are vanquisht by thy Lord and King And now thy Christ as chiefe aloft doth raigne And Edens gates are now vnbarr'd againe The Lambe being slaine the fity sword by him Is taken from the angry Cherubin And my faire bride may come and welcome in FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Sanctification A Heauenly legacy properly for the vse of the Honorable Sr. Richard Mullineux c. Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. RICHARD MVLLINEVX Knight and Barronet c. Worthily Honored THere is a sumptuous feast prepar'd Vpon Gods holy hill Of dainties and of plenties shar'd Amongst all those that will With reuerence and louing feare Attend to be the ghests At the Lambs nuptialls to be there The Lord by me requests Your worthy selfe therefore prouide Your wedding garments fit And you by Gods-sonnes-sacred side In glories seate shall fit Peruse these lines and though they be No measures that excell Yet th' are diuine and comes from me That knowes and loues you well Yet for my knowledge and my loue Accept it not but for His glorious name that fits aboue And is th'all gouernour I know you 'll giue this meete respect And for your Noble name Time shall preserue and still protect With the sweete lippes of fame To all posterities to come When this short life is past These lines shall liue and when your tombe Shall perish these shall last Your Honors in the sernice of the Lambe Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Least nation rude should spie some spot In the Messias Bride By 's spirit and 〈◊〉 begot A new and Iustifi'd BEcause I 'm earnest and an vrgent mouer Do not thou take me for a doting louer Why I 'm so loth to leaue thee thou mayst know From her I loue I do not loue to go Something 's are wanting yet the prophet sings That holy men are seru'd with holy things And know I will be sanctifi'd in all That shall come neare me euery one that shall Into my Temple come by my command Shall put their shooes off for 't is holy land I loue this holinesse 't is a kind of beauty And to expresse thy loue and shew thy duty Thou mayst do well to learne it and thou so May be Queene-like in substance and in show Beauty or maiesty lookes well alone But ten times better if these two be one One beauty's honor'd seru'd and praised too And then for many what would many doo They could not do so much and so I thought When with so great a ransome I thee bought Thy spots and freckles all I washt away And made thee such that there is not one may Compare to be thy equall th' art that one Whom all doth like but can be-alike none Each tong tels forth thy praise each pen thy fame A peerelesse Princesse and a matchlesse Dame Chiefe of thy kind and fairest of thy sex A worke that makes admir'd the Opifex Conceiue thy owne estate and thou will tell God is a louing God to Israell I made thee happy yea and holy too For all that earth and earthly kings could do Thou hath beene carried safe on Eagles wings To th'prayse of thine to th'shame of other kings With blood and water I haue washen thee Thy spots of sinne and thy infirmity Are chang'd for honor strength and purity And thou so faire in holinesse art seene Thy heathen neighbours wonder and do seeme To enuy thy estate and maruaile so They make dispute if thou be flesh or no Thee of more pretious mettle they define Some small part mortall but the most diuine Thy pleasant beauty countenance and grace They thinke composed of no peece so base They know thy beauties from the Heauens are For th' earth cannot afford a frame so faire Nature amazed doth her selfe submit To her owne worke and loues to worship it And seekes to find the author of each obiect And findes but one for all and that one's subiect She willingly becomes and doth record Her selfe a seruant and thy loue her Lord. And thus my grace to sanctifie my creature Path blest thee with all helpes of art and nature Hut of thy coate it is the old mans weare Filchy polluted noy some gracelesse geare Made of a web in disobedience frame Stain'd with the spots of infamy and shame 'T was cut out by ambition shapen by pride And stitcht together by that Homicide Impiety and lin'd throughout with sinne Vncleane without but more vncleane within Butten'd with feare garded about with woe And spotted with a thousand plagues and so By flattery sold and bought by arrogance And dayly worne by doating ignorance The old man weares it such a one I say Whose sinnes are greene and yet his haires ar gray I meane him old in vices him eschew Old things are worne away all 's become new And so must thou the coate that 's made for thee Is cut out of the web of puritie Made large and long th' image of excellence Of colour white betokening innocence In-layde with ioy the skirt with safty bound And with true honor treble-garded round Clasped with comforts furnisht with content Ornated with each seemely ornament Fram'd by desire perfected with good will Seame-sow'd with loue and perl'd with holy skill Set thicke with starres attended on with day Compos'd with care and shall looke fresh and gay For euermore I haue thee so attir'd As thou cannot be equall'd but admir'd And it must needes be so since thou art wife T' a Lord in comprehensible thy
life Must be incomparable to expresse Thy loue is holy and in holinesse The seruice he admits of must be done Now thou art perfect it were best to come And seeke a fayrer habitation for So faire a Princesse me thinkes should abhor So foule a dwelling Dauid much laments That 't was his lot to dwell in Kedars tents Those mouing cabins onely but remaines To Ismaels issue on th' Arabian plaines Goodly great buildings I haue made for thee Where woods and meades and springs and riuers bee Now seeke thy Lord thy lodging 's furnished A holy Bride should find a holy bed FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Iustification A Holy legacy for the vse of the Right Honorable William Earle of Northampton c. Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE WILLIAM Earle of Northampton Baron Compton Lord President of Wales c. Right Honorable NVrst in the limits of your Lordly power I line and therefore boldned to present Vnto your view this holy newes this hower By Heauens King 's gracious commandement Amarriage feast is gloriously begunne 'Twixt Iacobs Daughter and Ichouahs Sonne To call to 't noble ghests there 's many sent And I am one and I am sent to you Right worthy Earle put on your ornament Such as may giue the Nuptiall day it due Your seate's prepar'd deckt with victorious bayes And shall stand more yeares then this world hath dayes My Lord I 'm plac'd vpon the mount of peace To profit Syons friends and not to please The reeling multitude such as would ken The path to paesse to new Ierusalem I haue Commission to direct theretoo With all the remnants I haue nought to doe Your honor of that body 's a chiefe part Of which Christ Iesus is the supreame head Vnto your hand therefore withall my heart I offer this praying your Honor read It is the word of truth and doth afford The fairest gilding for your Prineely sword It is the latest Honor great men wish To leaue their memories in leaues of brasse Or let or marble this meere weaknesse is Because it shall consume perish and passe Away with ruining time Therefore I giue This frame to you where in your fame shall liue Till men and time and English cease giue mee Your gracious count'nance and I haue my fee. At your Honors seruice submissiuely deuoted Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Pollution must be layd aside For holy garments gay The Lambe hath shapen for his Bride T' adorne the marriage day STay yet more Iewels must adorne my loue Before she can be fit to fit aboue Vpon a Princely throne none shall deride At thine estate thou shall be iustifi'd The great Kings daughter must be faire within She 's blest to whom the Lord imputes no sin Then blest shall thou be mine shall be the blame And I will beare the burthen of thy shame And I will answere those that railes on thee They do mistake themselues and iniure me If thou find enemies that do beginne To blaze thy faults and publish all thy sinne Bid them behold themselues and learne to mend Tell them thou hast a father sent a friend To pleade thy cause and that Prince is content To take thy sinnes and beare thy punishment Bid them remember in the dayes of old My Prophets and Apostles truely told That sinners soules should die and euery one Should beare the burthen of 's owne sinnes alone So they must do be mindfull of it will-them Say thou that I sayd so so thou may still them They may obiect then thou shall answere thine For God loues right and will to right incline He will indeede for the most pretious summe Did satisfie for sinne e're pardon come That summe I paid and paid in thy name too The debt was thine but who hath ought to do Against this satisfaction to exclaime For thou art iust if I suppose the same To whom the Lord imputes no sinne th' are iust And so art thou and onely by thy trust There 's other adherent helpes but faith extends As the chiefe instruments that apprehend My satisfaction to be others share My merits by thy faith thy merits are Euen as a woman doth that's farre in debt If she a wealthy husband chance to get And he discharge it and then some demaunds If the bond woman forfeited her bands Or satisfied them Creditors ensue And iustiffies she payd them all their due The feast was hers the charge her husbands lot And thus she payd it though shee paid it not So thou art iustifi'd iustice of mine That 's vncreated hath created thine Thou was the woman husbandlesse and poore Millions in debt and at the prison doore To be deliner'd to the Iaylors hands And with thy death thou should discharge thy bandsâ— I was the man that spent none of the summe Yet in my loue thy husband I 'd become Examining my estate I treasure found To pay for euery peny debt a pound Then I did vndertake to set thee free And what I did I counted done by thee Such was my loue thou doest thy all inherit From me and by my mercy not thy merrit If any aske what moued me to fill Thy lappe with blessings say it was my will I can do what I will so can no other Iacocb I 'll iustifie but for his brother Esan I cannot loue for it was hee That first vs'd weapon to contend with thee And fares the worse for that Know I haue giuen All things a being betweene earth and Heauen And vnto some a perfect being well The bad I caused not to fall they fell By their owne will I left them being not tide To take directions where to choose my bride The vnderstanding may the rest perswade The maker is not subiect to the made Euen as the Potter may dispose of 's clay So the chiefe Lord of all his Creatures may Thou art my choyce thou art my sole elect To honor thee I did all else reiect And in contempt of all thine enemies pride I 'll pleade thee iust thou shall be iustifide And now if Sathan thy grand-enemy come And to affright thee gather all the summe Of thy blacke sinnes together still affirming Thy sinnes are such he comes to giue thee warning Thy soule is sicke and thou art doom'd to die And that for mercy 't is too late to crie Iudgement hath past Beleeue him not say thus Thy Lord 's a liue and good and gracious And did not the Crosse so freshly bleed To leaue thee drownd in misery and need Tell him thou washt when I was nayl'd on wood My feete in teares and I thy soule in blood And say I neuer will forgetfull be Of two such tokens betweene thee and mee Yet tell him more that thou art bound to bee At new Ierusalem to suppe with me Vpon a suddaine warning then away And if he moue or would procure thy stay Say th' art warn'd on my
fixed firme and sure And shall in blis and endlesse time indure And empty stayes thy leasure come in time These lights below will quickly cease to shine Seeke those aboue and seeking thou shall find The ioyes and glory that 's for thee assign'd Vntill thou come to shew thou meanes to come Apply thy hand and tongue and be not dumbe Send dayly sacrifice thou ought to learne Earth should send thankes to heauen for each good turne It 's all I looke for therefore let me see Some signes of loue ascend from thee to mee And I 'll expect thy comming make it knowne Th' art wholy now thy owners not thy owne Let thy succeeding carriage be so good That by thy acts it may be vnderstood Who is thy Lord and let there be exprest In thee those things that fits a Princesse best From th'hauen of sorrowes to the heauen of blisse Vnto my holy hill from thine abisse Mount with the wings of loue and thou shall bee Partaker of my throne and royalue Let all the gracelesle nations grudge and tell To their great griefe the daughter of Israell Hath marri'd a Prince that euer-more shall raigne Her health and life and honor to maintaine Be not in loue with earth nor earthly things Though for a time th' art troubled with the stings Of death and sinne and hell for thy offences Yet there 's a campe wherein is none but Princes And ioy and blis and peace and to that place I will translate thee from thy life of grace Vnto my life of glory thy protecter Will giue thy head a crowne thy hand a scepter Thy mouth a song to sing truthes excellence Thy backe a robe as white as innocence Thy soule both life and comfort thou shall see More perfect absolute felicity In one dayes length in heauen then if thou were To liue on earth a king ten thousand yeare Thou couldst obtaine and therefore in a word To manifest how Paradise is stor'd As things beyond thy knowledge I will leaue I must conceale since thou cannot conceiue That thou mayst fully know them hast and come Millions of blessings waites thy welcome home FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord expressing her Gratitude A Spirituall legacy bequeathed to the protection of the Right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland c. By Augustine Taylor Preacher and Minister in the Church of God LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes 1623. ⧠TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE FRANCIS CLIFFORD Ealre of Cumberland Lord CLIFFORD Westmerland and Vescy c. Most Noble REligion ioyn'd with valour lookes as well As a faire Diamond set in purest gold These man-like God-like parts in you excell And shall to after ages be inrold In leaues more lasting then the sheetes of brasse And in the fore-head of my diuine verse Your name with fame and honor forth shall passe Into all coasts of this faire vniuerse I do present to your inditious view The pistles 'twixt the Lambe and 's holy Bride A very proper present 't is for you That weares a sword to cause her deside Strike still in truths defence and you shall see Your euening crown'd with glorious victory Great Lord my natiue place neighbours your north Then since my soule inhubits in that soyle And since my muse bath wing and will flie forth She 'll tell you of more ioyes then life hath howres And lookes for welcome in your fairest towers Your floods and fords are faire your swans but few But if you please with gracious eyes to view My diuine verse and therein take content I 'll build your trophies betweene tweed and trent Your Honors truely obseruant Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Glad Israels of-spring tunes her voyce Of gratitude to sing Accounts her selfe an vnfit choyce To Queene so great a King IF earthly kin may send t' a heauenly King Or if thy greatnesse will heare meanenesse sing Accept the sacrifice I now bestow My heart is high although my voyce be low And since thou vnderstands my thoughts before They be transform'd to breath and passe the doore Of my vnready lips my confidence Is that thou will maintaine my innocence And make my worke according to my will I know thy mercy and power continue still And since I share of both let it be seene Such qualities as doth become a Queene I doe not want and then the world so wide Shall blesse thee for thy bounties to thy Bride My gracious Lord I haue a great desire To sing thy prayses in the sacred quire And will vpon condition I may finde Thy heauenly graces vnto me assign'de In so great measure that I may approue My bounty and thy duty and my loue Tenne thousand thankes that it hath pleased thee With mercies eyes to view my miserie My griefe 's forgotten and my ioy growes full My crimson spots are chang'd to whitest wooll My soule 's content my brest can scarce containe My guilty garment that was dy'd in graine Past alteration is restor'd by thee From sinnefull red to perfect purity Thy day dissolu'd my night thy cares my feares Thy drops of blood hath stanch'd my drops of teares When I remember my estate at first Griefes bitternesse threatens my heart shall burst Feare keepes possession and that feares leads paine And paine brings death and thus I 'm partly slaine With thinking on my miseries After these Sad thoughts are past which I do pay as fees For my offences ioy comes in againe When I consider my king doth remaine A glorious conquerour of all my soes Now that I may my thankfulnesse disclose Assist me Lord and lend such grace to me As may preferre a sacrifice to thee Lapt in a sacred song that I 'm indu'd With the poores payment perfect gratitude Take this succeeding witnesse my good Lord For all thy blessings all I can afford Out of my borrow'd store is onely prayse It doth become the iust thy Prophet sayes Daily to render thankes vnto thy name I being iust through thee must do the same Or shew my selfe forgetfull I would bee As farre from that as I wish that from mee For my creation that it was thy will To shew thy loue and grace and power and skill In making nothing something and in that Placeing such beauty as is wonder'd at By heauen and earth and that of all this all Thou hast made me thy Princesse principall And to adorne my state made all thy store I giue thee thankes and I can giue no more For my election I do much reioyce Thou would vouchsafe to make so meane a choyce And was so mighty but each Dauid sings It fits th' Almighty to doe mighty things When out of Eden I forsaken fell Set in the open fields my shame to tell I grew in nature and in number great The earth was spacious yet had ne'er a seate Wherein the sonnes of Adam neuer sate Then since it pleased thee t' illuminate All nations and the best of all to choose To make thy one let that one neuer
Lord thou knowes I haue no more to giue But I 'm for more farre more indebt yet trust Since thou wilt iustifie me so vniust Thou wilt regard my nothing nothing breedes He that possesseth all things nothing needes That thou accepts my faith for righteonsnesse I can no more do and I will no lesse In words and actions then shew thankfulnesse Since it hath pleas'd thy greatnesse to admit My poore defectiue impotence vnfit To be a bride for thee I 'll hence forth striue T' extinguish all my illnesse and depriue Those vices of their lodgings that haue beene My welcome guests before I was thy Queene What I haue beene I 'll cease to be and frame My selfe to beare the beauty of thy name True modesty and loyalty shall rest To waite vpon thy spirit in my brest Assist me with thy grace and thou shall see All th' ornaments proper for Maiestie Prepared for thy seruice I confesse Thou might'st haue had thy spouse ' mongst princesses Of greater honor and of nobler race I know poore Ruth my grandame had no place Whereinto rest but by permission yet Because she 's faire and lowly Boaz will let Her gleane amongst his reapers and withall Strictly commands his seruants that they shall Not offer once to blame her tels her rather It is his pleasure that she stay and gather In his then goe t'an other field and thus Changes small fauours into Maximus And at the last this fruite his loue doth yeild Takes her and makes her mistris of the field Sure she was faire being honor'd with such store That lookt so louely when she was so poore Euen such was I a Ruth on whom no Ruth The word bestow'd vntill the word of truth Came to suruey his vineyard and gaue mee Commission to worke there and liberty To claime a sacred peny and in th' end Supposing that the office of a friend Was not grace great enough he chooseth rather To manifest th' affection of a father And builds againe of a poore wretch vndone A blessed bride for his eternall sonne My Lord I do not vtter this to thee For thou art sensible of my miserie I tell the neighbouring nations least they ghesse I 'm prone to ill but too proud to confesse I know my faults and betweene griefes and feares My body 's like a barke that sayles in teares Made to transport thy choyce the soule from th' earth Towards the faire land of euer-lasting mirth And on these seas of sorrowes Lord vouchsafe To be my Pylate and conduct me safe Vnto the shoares of peace and thou shall see My loue so beautifi'd with constancie That thou 'll be pleas'd to say I do approue The price of life is payd with coyne of loue Great Prince I 'm very poore infirme and weake Disable without thee to thinke or speake The smallest good therefore I 'll still intreate That as my dignity thou didst create Thou would'st maintaine it though the cause be mine Thou knowes it honors thee to honor thine As the Kings honor 's made of subiects duties So are thy glories made of thy Queenes beauties I take it such are thine no I mistake Thine are thy owne since thou didst please to make Me free t' inioy them when I thee adore I but repay what I receiu'd before Since by thy bounties I in plenties liue Giue thou me more and more that I may giue To others that to all it may be seene Of beauty and bounty th' ast compos'd thy Queene With hands that neuer err'd blest with the senses Of plenty the meet'st mettle to make Princes Lord lend me all thy graces till I rise From earrh to glory in thy Paradise In the meane time accept my sacrifice Which Baptist-like I send before aboue My soule flyes after with the wings of loue FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE BRIDE TO her Lord declaring her Confidence A Heauenly legacy for the vse of of the Right Honorable IOHN Earle of Bridg-water and his most Noble Countesse the Lady Francis Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE IOHN EARLE OF Bridg-water c. And to his most noble Lady Francis Countesse of Bridgewater The issue of the Ancient and Illustrious House of Derby * ⎠* Right Honorable IF you admire wherefore I bring This offring to your hands My reason 's this I saw day spring The first vpon those lands That was your birth-plot and for that My heart and hand this giues And know your Honor die shall not So long as English liues Another reason's I confesse I liue vnder the wing Of your good mother Patronesse Of Syon where I sing And Preach by Gods commission I Am sent to call in ghests To see the Lambe in 's Maiesty Where peace and plenty rests And dearely humbly I intreate Your Honors to that place Where you shall sit in glories seate And see God face to face Your Noble dispositions bee So generally approu'd That for your true Nobilitie Y' are both both prais'd and lou'd And so God grant you may be still 'T is that I wish to see And if you please t' approue my will Feare God and fauour mee Your Honors to be Commanded Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The faith of Isr'el's here express'd Her disobedience done Humility's by her profess'd And all her good begone GReat King of Israell may I be so bold To speake a few words more some part 's vntold Of that I meant to vtter vouchsafe t' heare My speech preferred with a reuerent feare Thy ancient seruants prudently fore-seeing Him men deny or doubt to haue a beeing They can doe no true seruice doe expresse The first good that man doth is to confesse The being of one God and Scripture saith The Honor thou admits is built on faith Lord I beleeue and thou mayst shew thy might To helpe my vnbeliefe that in thy sight I may be perfect and I will approue My haruest's from the seeding of thy loue My Lord this is my faith I sted-fastly Beleeue all things deliuered of thee 'Twixt th'Alpha and th'Omega of thy booke And I 'm perswaded all the paines thou tooke Tends to my rest thy promises of grace Are th'euidence I keepe for glory's place The poorenesse of thy comming birth and kinne As I conceiue was onely for to winne The loue not prayse of men thou didst agree T'ore come temptations that we might be free Thou washt their feete that did attend on thee I take it to teach me humillitie And as a friend that is to take in hand A long and dangerous voyage doth command His kinted and acquaintance to be fit To share of 's friendly farewell and being met They sole mnize it sadly and then parts With discontent and heauinesse of hearts And this last token ties their loues t' attend Euen so my Lord my husband and my friend Did institute a supper that I might Keepe him though absent euermore in sight And then he tooke his
flourish faire and free and fast Comely and seemely both to like and last Some bidden come not some vnbidden come Thus some proue wiser farre then other some Some like the driuen dust are parcht and dry'd Some like the branches by the riuer side Are faire and fruitfull and doe cause the streame Draw beauty and plenty with her siluer teame Vnto the good all good shall happen still And vnto th' euill ill because th' are ill Such thing desires it like and so it comes That Caine's at oddes with all his fathers sonnes For hating's brethren and contemning's God He ranne a vagabond to the land of Nod And liu'd vnlou'd vnpiti'd vnlamented And some thinke di'd vntimely vnrepented For so shall all that doe the Lord dispise Or offers him a broken sacrifice So our lewd poets doe God makes a poet And the thing made forgets or doth not know it A speciall good God meant vnto the earth First when he did intend a Poets birth Gods perfect image catch it those that can Is heauenly measures in an earthly man When Moses troope had pass'd the scarlet flood His inward ioy we had not vnderstood But by his Hebrew song and onely that Makes the man prays'd the maister wonder'd at Iordans obedience at braue Iosuahs feete When it show'd him a passage faire and meete When walls of water stood like walls of glasse Vpon both hands to suffer him to passe And bring his army in at Cana'ns doore The land Iehouah promis'd long before These things had beene vnknowne and beene vnsung But for the musicke of a sacred tongue With Baraks victory and Sisâ—raes fall We had not beene so well acquainted all But for the heauenly muse of Debora That Barak wonne the honor of the day That ancient Kishon washt mount Tabors feete And all our enemies away did sweepe That Heauen sent ayde to earth and all the Starres Behau'd themselues like souldiers in those warres That men intended mischiefe and God crost it That Iaell wonne the day and Iabin lost it We had not knowne these had been wrong'd with death But that th' are infants of a muses breath That God doth iustice loue but mercy rather And that although man's feeble earthly father Forget him and forsake him God will not This had beene vntold or told and forgot But that the sacred breath of holy man Preserueth more then Brasse or marble can That Iesses sonne was fetcht from following sheepe An hoast of men to leade defend and keepe That he once wore a sheepe-hooke in his hand And then a royall scepter did command That he sate in the field vpon a stone And after in the pallace on the throne That he was capt with wooll against the cold And after crown'd with purest beaten gold That of a Sheepheard God thus made a King And turn'd his fasting into banqueting That he that sometime â—llow'd ewes with yong Did leaue that labour and apply'd hiâ— tong To prayse Iehouah in an Hebrew song Gods greatnesse goodnesse highneste workes and wonders We know and had not knowne but for his numbers Dauid I meane he that in word and deede Both did and sayd for God and Iacobs seede Thankes be to Salomon we are not to search A sacred muse betwixt Christ and his Church To sing the nuptials 't is already done By Isr'els King and Dauids sacred sonne Asaph and Ethan well deserned thankes For placing th'Arke of God on Sylos bankes With triumph and reioyceing Amos sonne Seeing his Lord his Vineyard hath beguine Vpon a fruitfull hill sayd I will sing To my King Vineyard of my Vineyards King And so proceed and all the world yet heares When great Iehouah fell a dealing yeares To Hezekiah Iudahs holy King To gratulate his Lord no better thing Had of his owne to giue then freely trips A heauenly measure from his princely lippes Praysing the God of life death night and day The scripture warrants what you heare me say That Maries soule so greatly did reioyce To heare the tidings by an angels voyce That she should be a mother and beare a sonne That should redeeme a wretched world vndone We had beene ignorant of these good things But that glad Mary had amuse that sings Vnto this day and by her muse we know Th' humble are set aboue the proud below That Simeon in the Temple sung to all His Sauiours lullaby and 's owne funerall That his old armes so happy were t' imbrace The Prince and heire of glory and of grace His owne tongue testifies and thus I chuse The sacred script of many heauenly muse T'exhort wits that are bearing and doe breede Choycest inuentions henceforth to proceede More regularly religiously I meane Leaue Babels partched commons seeke the streame That keepes the skirts of Hermon euer greene The on 's a strumpet th' other is a Queene And those that striue her beauties to expresse Shall know her matchlesse endlesse happinesse God sayd all those that sought her honor should Be fed with Manna and be cloath'd with gold And led with Angels and haue Saints society Ierusalem to dwell in and variety Of those delights and ioyes both all and some That God prouided for the world to come But Esaus timelesse haplesse gracelesse seede Shall lucklesse liue in misery and neede And be in bondage still a voyce diuine Sayth Esau must not drinke of Iacobs wine Then since there 's due rewards layd vp for merits And like deserts like punishments inherits We 'll idolize no more nor men nor treasure Let him that hath a muse can tune a measure To the worlds eare bestow it in such wise T' haue life and honor by his sacrifice Leaue all rediculous fictions take aduise Learne either properly to similize The truth or tell it plainely you should ken What 's vnlike truth should euer dislike men Make your proceedings perfect and then proue By outward actions your true inward loue Lasciuious voyces but makes deafe the season Th' are stuff'd with mickle rime but little reason That poesie may be honor'd lâ—â—'d and prays'd And like to him that 〈◊〉 with glory rays'd Out of the dust of ignorance and death Refuse your subiects and refine your breath By sucking sweeter ayre study to bring Such songs a Saints may sing before their King Like towers well built your workes shall last and then Both purchase grace with God and loue with men FINIS AN EPISTLE Dedicated to the Right VVorshipfull Sr. Thomas Smith Knight Maior of Chester and High Sheriffe of that County Palatine c. To the Right Worshipfull Sr. Randall Manwaring Knight c Edward Whitby Esquire Recorder William Gamwell Iohn Ratcliffe Robert Whitby William Aldersey Charles Fitton Hugh Williamson c. Esquires late Maiors of that ancient and Honorable City And to the Worshipfull Mr. Nicholas Ince Mr. Thomas Whitby Mr. Brereton Mr. Peter Drink-water Mr. Andrew Gamwell Mr. Robert Berry Mr. Humphrey Lloyd c. Alderâ—â—n of the same c. All temporall and eternall happinesse Right Worshipfull
me disburse My loue and seruice in this measure take it My worke 's Diume and my free will doth make it A perfect offering t' helpe gamst death and doombe Regard this frame for 't will out-last your toombe Willing and ready to do your Honor the best seruice that is in the power of Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT The Bride is call'd from all the Iles To come and scape her woe And heares the curses and the smiles Belongs to come and goe IF my affection would thereto consent I would be silent th' art so lewdly bent And shewes so little reuerence to my word That iustice tels me silence will afford Me more content and her it will appeare That I still speake to her that scornes to heare But yet be not too deaffe least vengeance cloud Descend vpon thee and then speake so loud It change thy deafenesse into death then heare And if thou canst not loue it 's good to feare Now thy creation and election done My onely care is to procure thee come Euen as a wiseman doth that wants a wife Seeke vp and downe where beauties are most rife And after seeking finds and finding loues And louing bids her home and daily moues Till she be mou'd to come then suite doth cease And they together liue in loue and peace So I did seeke thee first and found thee then And lik'd and lou'd thee woundrous well and when All this was done I did intreate thee home And vs'd the meekest meanes to cause thee come Solemnely I haue bidden thee do not stay Arise my loue my faire one come thy way Remember who inuites thee he that brings Honor to beggars and contempt to Kings Vnto thine enemies and the heathen foe A wofull portion fals a cursed goe In mercy and loue I come and send to thee With mildnesse meekenesse and much clemencie I call thee friendly in these dayes of peace I prethee arme thy selfe these calmes will cease And stormes will follow thou shouldst vnderstand Pleasure and sorrow still goes hand in hand The Sunne will leaue thee and runne out of sight Warre chaseth peace as darknesse chaseth light The time shall come that man and beast shall mourne Mountaines shall tumble and the seas shall burne The morning shall looke red as if it woo'd Tell vs the euening should be dyed in blood The moone shall view thee with a searlet face Dabl'd in clouds and stumbling in her pace The glistering starres shall cease and perish all For some shall be put out and some shall fall The Sunne in sable shall come sadly forth A greater plague them from the bitter north God did e're send shall from each coast appeare Farre worse then Egypt when the plagues were there These lower-lands shall looke each blast shall bring Shot or else powder towards the ruining Of new built Babel's for it must be knowne Bethel's her owners Babel's but her owne She sits aboue now thou knowes if thou know her But all her pompe shall end none shall sit lower A time shall come come loue before it come Each harpe shall silent be each Dauid dumbe Both Heauen and earth together shall conspire To send out vengeance lapt in balles of fire And they shall bust and vtter from within Death and destruction due rewards for sin Millions of dayes thy God for mercy made And in those dayes my care is to perswade And worke my loues returne before it be Too late to saue thy selfe and honor me One day I haue appointed for to bring All kindreds of the earth t' a reckoning The Monarch and the King the Prince and Peere The Stats-man and the Trads-man shall be there All sorts and sects I 'le call and bring as farre As shines the arcticke and th'antarcticke starre Not one shall faile to come at my command Whether they dy'd vpon the sea or land Yea euery one shall that one day appeare And ' mongst those all not one shall want one haire Then I my selfe will come in th' eyes of man As like a Lyon as I was a Lambe With more attendants glorious and bright Then Heauen shewes starres in a cleare freezing night Then Michaels trumpet shall command the dead To rise and come and leaue their drowsie bed T' appeare before a righteous Iudge for then Then he shall fit to Iudge that can condemne And iustifie th' outward and th' inward man According to deserts I will and can But these two parts in men do not agree Therefore they wrong themselues and iniure me But I will come and I will haue regard To all that euer lou'd me my reward I will bring with me and it is most true I will bestow on all estates their due Vnlike to earthly Princes voyd of measure They deale their bounties onely for their pleasure And turnes deserts a begging But looke to 't Peasants now ride and Princes go on foot This order I will alter and I 'le giue All good things vnto all that purely liue Consider thou must meete a Iudge that brings Life to wise Beggars death to foolish Kings Come and thy time to come to please me spend O come before the dayes of mercy end For in the dayes of warre there 's peace for them That loues my Syon my Ierusalem Prouide thy lampe and oyle for it may be I 'le come at mid-night for to call on thee It may be at the first or second cocke Or in the morning or at noone or not Vntill the euening when I will not tell It 's not for want of loue I loue thee well And I conceale this from thee in regard Thou may expect me still and be prepar'd For come I will and when I will and how And sudainely and gloriously looke thou T' attend my comming in thy beauty stand And I will leade thee home with my right hand And bring thee in but shut without the gate All those that lamplesse come and come too late I haue collected thee from many parts From Europe Asia and the wild Desarrs Of Sun-burnt Affricke from the plaines and woods From fields and vallies from the seas as floods From north and easterne coasts from east and west From th'hauen of troubles to the hauen of rest I haue call'd long for my loue th' art in debt Come for it's late O come and welcome yet For feare thou be benighted hast and runne I do beseech thee I command thee come Either for feare or loue I hope to see Thee seeke in season for my companie Regard who cals thy Lord then do not stay A faithfull louer doth dislike delay FINIS THE EPISTLE OF THE LORD TO his Bride vpon her Preseruation A Diuine legacy belonging to the Honorable Sr. Henry Salusbury and his Noble Lady Written By Augustine Taylor Preacher at Hawarden LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1623. TO THE HONORABLE Sr. HENRY SALVSBVRY Knight and Barronet c. And his Noble Lady ELIZABETH Sister to the Right Honorable the Lord Vaughan c. Truely Honorable IF your great
bounties toward 〈◊〉 may be quit With loue and seruice I haue some such coyne Impresse thus with you names make vse of it It doth the soules of Saints together ioyne And Syons preseruation doth expresse And treats of nought but blisse and happinesse Prophane adulterous plots I do detest I ayme to please the soule and not the soyle To call and summon euery Holy ghest To the Lambs nuptialls is my pleasant toyle My Patrons glory my pen onely seekes And moues no blushes in most modest cheekes Right noble Henry I do know your brest Containes a spirit that is not cantain'd In ordinary limits Honor's best Approu'd and honor'd and her worth explain'd Being cloth'd with robes of purity most fit Lined with mercy valour grace and wit Y' are Lord of these I flatter not I know you And your good parts I honor and admire For all your loue and fauours more I owe you And what I do not do I do desire I could do for your good But I note still Imperfect acts may rise from perfect will And best deseruing Lady you haue beene The Patronesse of my yet infant pen If these more mature workes you do esteeme And countenance I 'le vrge both times and men To keepe your name aliue free from the dead So long as English shall be spoke or read My pen my sacred muse and sweetest breath Shall honor Henry and Elizabeth God guide protect direct and loue you still And send you good vntill I wish you ill Your Honors in all holy duty and Humaine loue Augustine Taylor THE ARGVMENT Thelpe Isr'els faults some good men striues But cannot make amends Iustice and truth her fall contriues Then mercy makes them friends HEare more my choice and thou shal more conceiue Go not for her I loue I would not leaue Why should we part no no it must not be And if we euer do it's long of thee No fault of mine thou ought'st to vnderstand I mildly do intreate that may command But rigour fits not Princes hatefull thing Base cruelty did ne're become a King Milde patience potency hath euer lou'd The Monarch would not Momus will be mou'd Meeke clemency with Princes euer rides Dauid's at Musicke diuellish Doeg chides So some may do and may vndoe and doth Some things at once are done and vndone both Compassion should in greatnesse beare great sway Mercy in Kings shines like the Sunne in day My mercy thou hast found It hath found thee And brought more blessings then dim eyes can see Or hearts of men conceiue not thy creation Choosing collection troublesome vocation Was all the charges I for thee disburst Thy limmes were soundest but thou trauel'd worst And left my wayes to wander in thy owne Thy heathen neighbours that haue scarcely knowne Thy beauties by report much wonder still To see so faire a creature do so ill When I saw thus thou had thy selfe forgot And other nations that I loued not Reioyce in th'disgrace I knew some paine Must be perform'd to wash thee white againe So foule was thy complection some did see That the whole peece of blacke impurity Was all Imploy'd to make thy coast sad Iob Desires to wash thy spotted sinnefull rob In his snow-water and he brings it in But 't was not that could send away thy sin So Iob mistaken his indeauours rest He 's worthy thankes good man he did his best But could not make thee better Aaron then The first and chiefe of earthly holy men Puts on his rich attire and meanes to bring A sacrifice vnto his Lord and King Prouides his alter and with reuerent feare Calues goates and pigeons he doth offer there And to make an attonement for thy good My priest and alter were both di'd in blood Actions that in some measure did perswade But there was other off'rings to be made Of better value and of greater price Good Dauid friendly brought his sacrifice And that was Isop water and with that His meaning was to wash away thy spot He did his best but 's best did not remooue Yuy sinne but onely manifest his loue Aaron and Iob and Dauid lou'd thee well Yet notwithstanding they did partly dwell At the vaine-labour their workes went to wracke They washt the Moore and he was still more blacke Angels descend and moues Bethesdas lake And yet the long-sicke man no shift could make To make his sorrowes cease these are but toyes Or rather types of price of better ioyes A faire oblation must amend these foule A spotlesse blood must make a spotlesse soule No other offering can disolue offence But luke warme-blood of harmeles Innocence When man had sinn'd and sinne had wrought the fall Of Adam Heuah and their seede and all Borne betweene the worlds birth and funerall God granted a Commission to these two Iustice and Truth and these should say and do And in the high Court on this high Commission These two were set and making inquisition How man that was so good became so ill And finding that he fell by his owne will Affirm'd no punishment could be too much For 's voluntary trespasse and begins To whip man willingly for willing sinnes And by decree in that high Court consents That wilfull faults with wofull punishments Shall be rewarded Is the law so sore For tasting but one apple mongst such store The smallest faults done willingly are great Sinnes done at vnawares shall pardon get Sinnes worthy pardon mournes and knowes no mirth And but begins conception after birth Sinnes worthy death are those that mourning scorne Those that are first conceiu'd and after borne When Truth and Iustice doom'd thy death for sinne Mercy came sorrowfull and sadly in Her body trembl'd and her head hung downe Vpon her backe she wore a long white gowne Her hands were lifted vp her eyes were weeping Her woes were waking and her ioyes were sleeping Her knees were bended begging thy offence They would iudge hers and with such reuerence She spoke in thy behalfe with such respect That as I liue a Tyrant would haue wept She had a palme but bore it very low And carelesly because she did not know How she should speede and humbly thus preferres Her plaint before the high Commissioners The iust Commissioners something mou'd to see So faire a Princesse beg so earnestly Another pardon sadly answer'd thus That one must die it is decreed by vs If thou canst make amends for Adams fall His faults we 'll bury at thy funerall And yet we cannot thus the man forgiue For if thou should die he cannot liue But this we 'll tollerate if thou can get A Prince to loose his life for subiects det Our God is pleas'd to Eden he shall come And thus the lost sonne may be welcome home Thinke with thy selfe speake with thy Prince and try Thy Prince must fall or man and men must dye Mercy being answer'd sate her downe and wept And being full of sorrow would haue kept Her selfe vnseene I see her stept in And