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A75925	Devout rhapsodies: in vvhich, is treated, of the excellencie of divine Scriptures. Also, of God, his attributes. Plurality of persons. Absolute monarchie. Angels, Good, Bad, their power. How the bad fell. Tempt man. Man, his fall. Beatitude. / By J: A: Rivers.	Rivers, J. A. (John Abbot)	1647 (1647)	Wing A67; Thomason E413_16; ESTC R1117	46,163	91

a Citie where large Kingdomes are The gracefull streets Rome Babylon Grand Caire But simple Cottages compar'd with ours Their Pallaces their high-Heaven-threatning Towers But sties for swine though we fond mortals cry 'Em up not knowing true Felicity Heavenly Jerusalem with jems is built The Wals the Battlements the Turrets guilt The streets are pav'd with Saphire Ophir stones Berill rich Carbuncles and Uniones In such a Citie when the blest soules must Be reunited to their wonted dust Compleated by that Union the Saints shall Have lordly domination over all The World and seated in Majestick chaires Judge Nations heires of God with Christ coheires Be conversant with him humbly adore And kisse those wounds by which he trumph'd ore The grave and Hell acknowledge his sole blood The onely price of their Beatitude Therefore with the Elders every Saint casts downe Prostrate at Jesus feet his royall Crowne Not onely in the mirrour of Gods minde You shall the Apostles Paul John Peter finde But all the Patriarcks Martyrs Doctors see Converse and with 'em most familiar be Heare every passage of their lives and deathes How the stout Martyrs purchased their wreathes Heare Paul relate through what Seas he did wade What dangers scap't where what Orations made And before whom what good his Sermons wrought And who by them into the Church were brought And as he speakes so act at every straine That you would think you heard him preach againe Your understanding shall be lightened so That you the severall Hierarchies shall know See perfectly what now wee but in trust Take up if every Individuum must Bee ' a severall Species by it selfe and God Must needs of the same Forme create an od Suppose if two of the same forme hee le make He must our Mother the first Hyle take But these are Nicities Your principall Happinesse is God whose Vision includes all May satisfie What 's done in Heaven the Son By his Father got active Spiration How these embracing mutually conspire From both their heats to give eternall fire Its Origen which sent by them shall move In such a circle that with ardent love The World shall burne acknowledging a Law That shall both Jewes and Gentiles keep in awe A Law not of sterne threats and fetters made To compell man but gently shall perswade Attracte with tyes of love no more command Then what may easily with prastice stand Let 's well observe what things are requisite To draw from Scientifique arts delight So shall we know what they and how much pleasure Enjoy who purchast have this hidden treasure A power a faculty apt to conceive And from proportion'd objects formes receive And knowledge and delight compleater be According to the objects dignitie This power cognoscitive must be combinde With th' object and the closer it is joynde The more it knowes receives the more content And both increase when th' object 's excellent Can any object be like God of good The fountaine in himselfe Beatitude Of bounty mercy justice a vast Ocean Whose every vertue every single notion Speaks an abysse of worth where sily sheepe May wade Elephants may swim not reach the deep With this sea of perfections sea of good The soul 's so joyn'd t is swallowed in the flood Immerg'd so deeply in that vast abysse That with it one and the same spirit tis Knowes all his immanent acts sees all respects Which his All-potent hand has to eff●cts Is entred to all Gods joyes and injoyes Made one with God all treasures pleasures joyes Gods all in all things and whom he unites So neerly to him with him all delights Pertakes nor need the blessed journeys take To seek Beatitude God alone will make Them happy having in himselfe all store Of bounty mercy justice wisedome power And such an object how must it distill Torrents of pleasures on the ravish'd will How shall our memorie th●●●… M●g●zin Of all Idaeas showing what has been Is extant shall exist before us lay All acts from the Worlds cradle to this day Present all passages through our life run The manie favours God for us hath done The many dangers we have scapt the fights We had against the world the flesh the slights Of Satan how God aided with his grace And brought us Conquerours to this happy place Where our browes circled with triumphant bayes Eternally we shall his mercies praise Then we surveigh the worlds Chronologie And entring in Gods Cabinet councell see Why he so oft hath suffered just men here To be opprest the wicked domineere Plainely perceive these miserable times To issue from the deluge of our crimes Our bloody sins have made so loud a cry Nothing can cure us but Phlebotomie We did abhor the very name of Peace The clamour of the Drum shall never cease We chase Religion out the Land not any One can content us now we have too many Did too much plenty cause a surquedrie Famine shall cure it and much penurie The stock of cattle spent a barren yeare Shall Victuals make and Corne excessive deare Excises shall set up on every score Adde to the famine and undoe the poore Necessity caus'd taxes the same Law Must keep 'em up to keep the rout in awe Why did th' ambitious Horse endure the bit To chase the hart then would be free from it But cann't who thrust themselves into a yoake Deserve to beare untill their backs be broake The Saints shall see why God permits all this And not a jot be troubled in their blisse For those blest Citizens of Sion be As well from trouble as from sicknesse free Nor can their Kin or dearest friends annoy Though knowne diminish their eternall joy For mercies towards themselves to God they owe And praise his justice in Delinquents woe To the right Honourable Edward Earle of Dorset Richard Lord Buckhurst his Son and my truly honored Friend Doctor Samuel Turner Sermo Nonus The Argument Man labouring like the Spider when al 's done T is but a simple Cobweb he hath spun The Epirot will with his Armies rome Abroad to gaine what he injoyes at home Well may we learne of the industrious Ant To gather treasures 'gainst the time of want Such is that dreadfull day when all soules shall In publike audience give account of all Their life The good mounting in heaven shall dwell The bad descend downe to th' Abysse of Hell HOw does the Spider toile and when al 's done T is but a silly cobweb shee hath spun Worth nothing of no durance every blast Can break it with a dish of water cast It falls or Joane when shee makes cleane the roome Sweeps downe the Cobweb and with her long broome The Spider kils from heavens embroydered hall The Angels see who with one act view all That done on earth so doe the Devils too And crave such acts as to their nature due Fond men with the laborious Spider toile By day and night are troubled

sings our Churches lot and state of Fiends Thy Poeme speakes all these which I reade ore With wonder and delight but which was more I know not of these two and dare proclaime Who understand it will commend the same Nor doe I envy it because 't is thine Yet were vowes potent I could wish it mine Ad eundem Decasticon QUale tuum pectus quae Musa humana superna Dum pariter lustrans Tartareasque domus Caelicolas cantat cives ipsumque sedentem In solio Dominum Terrigenasque Deos. Hinc amor invitat justos ad pnemia terret Dum legitur sceleri debita paena malos Sed benè cum cantas haec omnia sperne quid ausint In Librum Rabies invida tempus redax Scilicet haec Thamesis resonabunt carmina Ripae Dum placido Thamesis mur●ure Lympha fluit George Cox To my worthy and learned Friend Mr. Rivers after the reading of his Religious Rhapsodies THat thou in noblest straines of Poesie Do'st teach the myst'ries of Theologie And raisest humane soules from sordid earth Vp to that blest place whence they take their breath I leave to them whose learned spirits know How best their knowledge and thy praise to show And onely saying I the Work admire Wish that all those who Christian bayes desire With just attention and cleare sight would looke Each houre or day on thy sweet mystick booke So they reform'd by vertue of thy Muse No more shall Wit and Poesie abuse Iohn Chapperline To my deare Friend Mr. Rivers upon his Rhapsodies HOw often write I Verses often teare My Verses stil imagining they were Vnworthy thy brave Muse begin againe And search in every corner of my braine Barraine I bite my P●● my servants rate When the fault lies 〈◊〉 in them but my Pate Shall I who have so many Verses writ In every Theme impl●yd my active wit And having promis'd Verses not performe What I have promis'd here againe I storme Yet reassume my Quill write All men know That to my noble Friend I Verses owe Protest against my selfe so great 's the summe Of thy due praise my Muse is banquer out Dumbe H. W. DEVOVT RHAPSODIES To the Right Honourable Philip Herbert Earle of Pembroke and Montgomerie And to the Lord Philip Herbert his Son Liber Primus Sermo Primus The Argument As branches doe the Roote Rivers obey The Ocean smaller lines their tribute pay And homage to the Centre as the Sreames Shot from the Sun confesse themselves his Beames So must all Authors all prescriptions fall Vnto the scripture as Originall Wrangling Philosophers may boast The Scriptures only speake the Holy Ghost Their Schooles decay what 's grounded on our Texts Shall flourish maugre Gentilisme and Sects OUr sacred Volumes are the seald springs Where choisest Nymphs as they of heavenly things Sing ditties both themselves from the white Mount Of Liban issues this perennall Fount Which prooves an Ocean where the silly sheepe May wade securely yet the same 's so deepe The Elephant may swim and if he range Too f●r be swallowed in the Gulfe so strange And perilous are these streames Was not a Wave Nestorius venturde on Nestorius grave And did not Arrius perish in these seas Whilst he durst saile midst the profundities And wanted a sure Pilot What Saint Paul Hath preach'd and writ to instruct and save us all Turnes to the ruine of illiterate men As they pervert the meaning of his pen Who prie too neerely into Majesty Strucke purblinde by the raies of glory die 'T is true Pharphar and Abana are streames Of Syria but if leprous Naaman dreames Thei le clense his spots he erres and must obey The Prophet and to Jordan take his way There glide the waters which he washing in Shall cure his leprousie and clense his skin Poems must from this Chrystall Torrent spring Else they le as did those bitter waters bring Diseases to the Drinker Wanton bookes Hurt soules as did the bodie Maras brookes Like dangerous Basiliskes a passage finde To dart their poyson at the inveigled minde What Are our Rils drunke up Our fountains dry That wee must to such durty puddles fly First shall no Tapers grace the spangled heaven The rough Alps lye as the smooth Vallies even Ere who are conversant in sacred writ Shall faile of Themes to exercise their wit Are not the Fire the Aire the Earth the Seas The Spheres the Saints th' Angels above all these A still supplying Subject then to wade In the Divine Idaeas whence God made Of nothing every thing and with one word Could existence to all he made afford The Birth the Infancy of this Vast Frame Increase decrease restoring of the same All Sciences of things above below More then Philosophy did ever know Are objects of Gods Booke and easily yield To all invention a most spacious field Wee grant prophaner Authours have given Rules Of living well kept open natures scholes But this booke Gentilisme exceedes as far As the bright Sun at Noone some lesser Star Why doe wee study Wherefore are wee joyn'd So fiercely in dispute To adorne the minde With Truthes and as the flint and steele conspire In issuing forth the Element of fire By joynt collision so from much bickerings In disputation Aletheia springs Volve and revolve your Sages Volumes you Shall not be certaine one opinion 's true Amongst one hundred What their Historie Patcht up with idle fables and with lies What 's noxious there our Scripture reprehends What 's crooked rectifies what 's faulty mends What 's good makes better and you neede not feare Any report or false position there Millions of Lines about this Circle are And though they mutually may seeme to square And contrary as East to West the South To North yet all meete in the Centre Truth What can be thought or writ by any quill Is in our Bible specified and still New matter drawes the curious Reader on And makes the Learned to reflect upon The sense of deeper Mysteries as he sees Heere wondrous actions done and out of these Drawes morall applications and can fly To Allegorie and Anagog●e From the same words and deeds quadripartite Senses are fetcht and every one is right Who but the Mother of us all Gods minde Could in few words such stronge allusions finde And then what hee hath in Aenigma's put Make curious wits enueleat the Nut GOD is a copious Magazin men are The dispensatours of his precious ware And heere 's such plenty that from every clause New mysteries the ingenious Reader drawes Goe jugling Mountebanks cry up your toyes Amongst the Rustiks Idiots Girles and Boyes Yee winding Sophisters expose your tra●h Wrangling Philosophers together clash Frame-Sophismes Syllogismes describe devide Bring in essentials to define decide By Demonstrations Problemes What 's all this To what we are made for everlasting blisse Study foure yeeres the ten Predicaments Meane while forget the ten Commandements What profits Stoicisme What

Plato's wit To your salvation What the Stagyrit That Cynik Sage expresses though hee le hide In 's Tub and currish manners far more pride Then Plato in his Pompe He who gave rules To Courtiers had a Caesar in his Schooles For a Disciple found another way How Princes Gnomically should write and say With some Atheistik Documents spoiles all Commending such who on their owne swords fall And with a violent Fate themselves deliver From paine or shame for such shall live for ever In paine and shame These wisemen are commended Wher they are not but their pains shal nere be ended Where they are Le ts aske where are their followers now Who to defend their marcid Axioms vow Who now adore strict Zeno's Apathie Who for smooth Epicure will Champions be Where are Diogenes scholers that can scrub Sleepe wake eate drinke live die All in one Tub Contented with a scrip a dish a staffe More mad themselves at others madnesse laugh Surely such men have been and made a shew Of Learning had Disciples and did know Something indeed although not much but what Is it Times fault All almost are forgot No time is blamelesse for a Bastard sproute Though watred much seld fixes a deepe roote Our Scripture is a more Celestiall seed Not Philosophik Darnell or that weed That growes in one day in the following fades But planted by Gods hand shootes forth the blades Increases so that in the branches rest Your towring Eagles and make them their Nest Our glorious Doctours o're whose head a Dove Hovers and dictates Lines of Wit and love Wit in expounding Mysteries of our Faith Love urging to performe what Scripture saith From bough to bough these soaring Eagles spring Chanting the Trophees of their slaughtred King Who by his passion worthy made reveal'd This Sacramentall Volume seven times seal'd For our Lambe butcher'd streight the Vale was rent Which 'twixt the Temple and the HOLIEST went The Tables Aarons Rod and Manna there Reserv'd by immolated JESVS were To be brought forth the Law more plainely taught Grace freelier givē deeds more prodigious wrought These Tables and what appertains to them Were preach'd were taught receiv'd in every Realme These are the silly graines of Mustard-seed That tasted once such operations breed Converted Nations builded Churches and Planted soule-saving faith in every Land How is it possible poore Fishermen Should convert Nations erect Temples then Leave their Disciples who when they were dead This saving Doctrine every where should spread Be Trumpets and the Pipes of heavenly grace And in all Regions JESVS Banners place Be dayly Actors of stupendious things Maugre all Sects and persecuting KINGS First do's the Synagogue recalcitrate Against this Progresse with intestine hate But Truth prevailing the Apostles shall Interre her in a glorious Funerall And joyntly every Ceremonious Rite Takes sweetrepose in darkenesse but delight Then Pagan Kesars dreading th' overthrow Of their false Gods against the true GOD shew Their indignation and with fire and sword Pursue destroy Professours of his Word Reveal'd and writ But as did Aarons Rod Turn'd to a Serpent by the hand of God Devoure the Sorcerers Wands by Magick spells Also made Serpents yet not tumid swells So this divinelie-vigorous Mustard-seed Shall eate up and hath swallowed every weed That through the world by Gentilisme was sowne Their Doctrines Phanes and Idols overthrowne No honours now to Moloch Camos given None to Astarthe and the Hoasts of Heaven Their maimed Dagon falls before the Arke Do's Hamon bleate now Do's Anubis barke Paphus and Cyprus no more Venus follow No doubtfull answers uttred by Apollo These have all Sects successively must perish Our heavenly seede eternally shall flourish To the Right Honorable William Lord Powis and Sir Percie Herbert his Son Sermo Secundus The Argument Wee meane to treate of GOD what shall wee take For Essence and a Definition make Can he who no waies will be circumscrib'de By any termes of Learning be describ'de Can he be specifide by words of Art When thought cannot imagine the least part Of his perfections Yet wee le something write From Gods owne Lucid Lanthorne borrowing light For silly prophane Authors Buzzards were By this directed wee our course must steere SO sacred are our Records no prophane Hand must attempt to touch èm under pain Of severe chastisement So Sinais Mount Nor man nor beast approach when Moses on 't Receives the Law and the same Prophet must Pull off his shooes in reverence of that Dust Where God shall show himselfe He answers well Who being commanded by his King to tell What God was and desiring still more dayes The Question to resolve y●t still delayes Truely confessing that the Thesis grew Harder and harder and the lesse he knew The more he studied Who writ Tragedies For his presumption forfeited his eyes And Theopompus lost his health because One in his Stories the other Moses Lawes Durst bring upon the Stage both are restor'd To sight and health their fault by both deplor'd Yet who are humble with a prosperous gaile In Cephas ship shall through the Ocean saile And in the depths behold Gods Attributes How this perfection that negation sutes To expresse some thing of a Diety More then created understandings high And character as followes GOD'S a Being That ever was and shall be a minde seeing All in the Mirrour of himselfe where all Future things and possible though these shall Nev'r have existence boast Eternitie And in the Godhead all whole sharers be GOD every where is present no where seen He filleth the whole world and had there been Myriads of worlds he would them all have rounded Himselfe not compast bounded all not bounded Fancy some vast imaginary space The Centre and circumference of that place Is GOD Imagine thousand vaster there GOD must be'e involved the surrounding Sphere All intimate to all things yet all without All things though nothing can be if God be out GOD is an Entitie most simple yet Millions of discrepant perfections meete As Lines Concentrike in this SIMPLE ONE And without all these wee le acknowledge none For GOD where all are with a bended knee Offer our Vowes to that sole Majestie Admire his immutability the same Still in himselfe yet changing still the frame O' th world with various Motions Can love hate Be pleas'd displeas'd yet still keepes the same state Exteriors only altred Stanil amaz'd When mans and Angels thoughts to'th height are rais'd By 'th light of Glory yet inferiour far To penetrate what Mines of Treasures are Hid in that supreme Nature Power and Skill To make ten thousand worlds when ere he will More beautifull then this increase the store Of Angels numberlesse and make 'em more Glorious beyond esteeme Can any Law Limit his Arme When this world 's but a straw Compar'd to what he can turne when he please To their first Chaos

forme and decent manner put And of such quantity and valour be As with the Universe shal best agree For if the workman shewed such curious art In making this low Orbe and every part Contain'd in it how must his skill abound When he a palace for himselfe wil found We have view'd Gods City know the subjects now Let 's contemplate the policy and how This mighty Monarck governs by what law So steers his subjects love yet stand in aw Kings are compel'd to imploy their subjects hands As use●ull instruments of their commands They cannot live without 'em nor are Kings Unlesse the subject necessary things Supply for life and state whence come their treasures But from the subjects purse even to their pleasures The subject must contribute nor the field Nor River without Subjects pleasure yeild Unlesse the Falconer trave●sing the mounds Shall lu●e the Hawke the hun●s-men rate the Hounds In masques and showes and playes which Princes see Subjects must revellers and actors be If he rule wisely the best Monarck heares More with his subjects then with his owne eares He must have ledgers and his spies maintaine To informe what 's done in Rome France Flanders Spaine I st ' the least misery of Kings to stand● In feare of their owne subjects least they band Against them or plot treason Monarcks are Jealous when subjects grow too popular Too potent or too rich on purpose send Them out Embassadors to make 'em spend Their formidable treasures Or in shew Of honour let 'em for their Viceroyes goe To the remoter Indies Who can tell How many Monarks by their Vassals fell We need not travaile Greece Rome Beme France Spaine In our sole Britaine fifty Monarks slaine That Aventinus boldly dares report The Roman-German Emperor kept a court Where Kings were subject none but Asses were Vassailes to the French King because they beare Such heavy burdens the Hesperian Kings Were Kings of men because the Spaniard clings So closely to his Prince A King of Devils Our English King by reason of the evils Against their Kings done by the subjects hands Rebellions depositions murthers bands Yet we must understand ther 's mighty ods Betwixt the Commons and terrestrial Gods Angels guard us archangels wait on them Secure their persons and protect the Realme For Monarks sakes let the world know that Kings Are gods on earth and consecrated things Precious 'i th sight of God in state most high Who touch 'em touch the apple of Gods eye Semei may barke Achitophel counsel give But how long after did these traytors live The polititian farewell gently takes Of all his freinds and with decorum makes If hanging have a decency an end Of 's loathed life Semei is made a friend To the restored King but with this law Which whilst he lives shal keep him stil in awe He must not leave his house some few years passe His servants run away mounting his Asse He brings 'em back againe 'T is told the Prince And Semei dyes for 's first and last offence Gods scourge oretaking though 't is sometimes long Still subjects who dare doe their Monarks wrong But though high powers guard Kings yet we may see How to their subjects spleens they subject be No such dependant Monarchie in Heaven Where nothing by the subject can be given That was not Gods before their very being Glorious endowments beatifique seeing For pleasure not for want of power or skill He makes the Angels actors of their will Nor feares he mutinies lov 's the onely law Of their obedience and a filyall awe Should any rise which cannot be one frowne Would easily cast to Hell the Rebels downe Who acts al things above beneath the Sun Needs no informers to know what is done The greatest Monark governs as well clounes As Kings in Heaven all are Kings all weare crownes Nor can we reckon the innumerous list Of Gods apparent heyrs coheyrs with Christ Commanders of his Military Bands Who for their brave exploits by Gods owne hands Have Diadems set on every Victors front Of precious stones and every stone has on 't The trophees they have rear'd by Victories got As with the Devill World and Flesh they fought Thus is our Sions government in all Points most compleat truly Monarchicall To the right Honourable Thomas Lord Brudenol Master Robert Brudenol his Son and my learned Friend Master Iames Yate Sermo Octavus The Argument All good here scanted if a Man have wealth He wants or wit to use it or wants health This witty as Achitophel but his case As poore as Iobs or worse for he wants grace Onely in Heaven these Three are friendly joyn'd Health Wealth and choise endowments of the Mind Then the fourth Good on these Three former waites Angels Archangels Patriarcks are your mates With Prophets Martyrs Doctors to their King Melodious Allelujas you shall sing THe end of Common weales is to procure A temporall happinesse and put in ure All means conducent to that purpose this Obtain'd they rest contented with such blisse Was ever Rome Spar●● or Athens blest With such a happinesse Lots view the rest Of Common-wealths they often chang'd their formes Of government to be secur'd from stormes Now Kings now Peers now Commons now commixt All three no policy long standing fixt Which shews that all your Common-wealths are lame Gaine not their ends but onely at them aime Are private men more happy Let us see What 's requisite to our felicity A plenteous fortune Dowries of the minde To which the bodys health must be adjoyn'd Does not such blisse stand on a ticklish point The Gout or head-ach can put out of joynt Then choyse associates must accumulate The full fruition of a blessed state And 't is extension of a private good When friends pertake in our Beatitude Such have blind Fortunes various changes been That never yet a Common-wealth was seene Or single man in whom these blessings joyn'd Friends health the goods of fortune and the Minde In wrongs was Alexander fortunate H●s friends unfaithfull minde intemperate What was his fury what his drunkennesse When he slue Clitus and Callisthenes Virtues in others can this Prince offend Which were they his heed● in himselfe commend What can content this brainsick young mans minde When what his foes cannot himselfe will finde A want in his owne greatnesse Philips son Though Asia he subdu'd has nothing done Because Perdiccas hath a warlike brest Lysimachus amongst his Chieftaines best Can lead an Army Attalus brave gate A shadow casts on Alexanders state Seleucus is magnanimous and where Dangers and death are most apparent there He will be formost Ptolomy does rest In Fortunes lap all his attempts are blest Thus envy has as Argus many eyes Above beneath on every ●ide shee spies We hate Superiours because they are so We feare least our Inferiours equall grow We look a squint on such we fellows see And have a jealousie they le better