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A67822	The idea of Christian love being a translation, at the instance of Mr. Waller, of a Latin sermon upon John xiii, 34, 35, preach'd by Mr. Edward Young ... ; with a large paraphrase on Mr. Waller's poem Of divine love ; to which are added some copies of verses from that excellent poetess Mrs. Wharton, with others to her.	Young, Edward, 1641 or 2-1705.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. Of divine love.; Wharton, Anne, 1632?-1685. Poems. Selections.	1688 (1688)	Wing Y61; ESTC R14445	29,505	144

Birth indulg'd his Stay. And like Old Sime'on now he 'l go in Peace When such a Crown he to his Wishes sees In Verse's Empire as of lower Things Successors nam'd take from the present Kings And thus this Prince of Verse divides his Fame When he your Worth and Title do's proclaim While I Prometheus-like steal Fire from you To my bold Theft what Punishment is due None can of you and Waller write in Prose Yet none should do 't but whom kind Nature chose Like Icarus with borrow'd Wings I fly And with his Fate I soon extended lye I' th' Oce'an of your Praise I have been drown'd And am but floting on the Water found No signs of true Poetick Life appear But th' loss will not deserve a Lady's Tear A Lady's Tear's a Pearl of greater price Than any on the Eastern Shoars there lies But her Esteem's a Jewel far above Ev'n her own Beauty next unto her Love. To slight what 's consecrated thus by you Were both Injustice and Profaneness too Your Stamp like Caesar's Head does value give Each Line approv'd by you shall through all Ages live From Mrs. WHARTON SMall are the poor Returns which you receive For all the Pleasure which your Verses give Yet Gratitude obliges me to this Tho for your Pearls I but return you Glass This Indi'an Traffick soon will tire you quite Unless you 're pleas'd that others you delight And if your Gen'rous Thoughts I rightly guess They aim at pleasing and they have Success It is the Business and the Scope of Wit Poems are seldom for the Authors writ But for the Readers thus they labour still Like harmless Bees to serve another's Will. Whilst you I praise Words flow methinks so fast As if my working Thoughts were all in haste Your Stile I may commend whilst your unknown No breach of Modesty in this is shown Your Worth will force this Tribute from my Heart Nor can I backward be to praise Desert Mrs. WHARTON'S PARAPHRASE Upon the 103d PSALM ADvance my Soul and all thy Pow'rs incline To praise the Lord by whom those Graces shine Praise him by whom are all those Mercies giv'n Forget not him who rules both Earth and Heav'n He who forgives and heals the wounded Mind He who to Mercy ever is inclin'd Who saves thy Life and blesseth it with Food Who crowns thy Labours with abundant Good. Who makes thy Years renew and keeps thee Young Joyful as Health and as the Eagle strong The Lord who judges between wrong and right To favour the Oppress'd is his Delight He who to Moses shew'd his wond'rous Ways And Isr'el taught to magnify his Praise The Lord who alway is to Peace inclin'd Who suffers long bears with th' humble Mind Gentle and Mild unwilling yet to chide Soon he forgives long will his Anger hide Tho we offend he will not punish strait Our Sins are great before we feel their weight See how the Heav'n is far remov'd from Earth The Heav'n from which his Mercy takes its birth So far is his Compassion rais'd above The feeble Workings of a Mortal Love. Wide is the Space thrô which the lab'ring Sun From East to West his daily course doth run Yet farther from us he our Sins hath plac'd As willing to forget our Errors past Paternal Kindness still in him remains And his creating Favours he maintains With those that fear him he 'll not angry grow For he considers whence our Natures flow Who made us knows he took us from the Earth Nor much expects to find from such a Birth The same Original hath ev'ry Flower And they like us have a short glori'ous Hour But with the Winds their Glories fly away They are not Proof against a Stormy Day Nor we however high our Hopes advance Are Proof against a Blast of adverse Chance His Mercy 's lasting and our Life is frail Which makes the Lord his gracious Gifts entail On Children's Children where his Laws are known To them whose Works assent to Truths they own From Age to Age his Goodness hath been shown The mighty Lord on High hath plac'd his Throne Where he surveys the World which is his own Too weak am I to sing th' Eternal's Praise Ye Angels your Celestial Voices raise Ye who excel in Strength Wisdom and Pow'r Alas the Life of Man is as an Hour Ye that have priviledg to see and hear His wondrous Works should wondrous Works declare But yet poor Mortals who are plac'd below May forward Wills by faint Endeavours show We who are still in Danger and Alarms Who 'gainst Temptati'ons always are in Arms May yet endeavour to advance his Fame And he 'l be pleas'd while we invoke his Name Whilst all his Works his Greatness do proclaim But thou my Soul be never silent found Above the Clouds let thy loud Musick sound Let all who come to thee by thee be taught The mighty Works that by thy God are wrought TO ORINDA Upon her PARAPHRASE on the 103d PSALM sent with Verses to Himself I. IF Orpheus charm'd the Stones into a Dance He less the Pow'r of Sacred Song did shew Than fair Orinda 's felt from you Who to a Poet's Name And to be Candidate for Fame Ev'n duller me advance You like my Genius move unseen Raise me immerst in Business of the Barr My Lyre untun'd the Strings at jarr Suited unto that wrangling Scene Compose the Discords in my tuneless Mind A sudden Change I find Earth I despise and Earthly Things And now methinks I mount before the King of Kings II. He David taught to sing his Praise Warming his Heart with true Celestial Fire And you do's raise The Prophet's Steps so nigh to trace That well we may Without blaspheming say You the same Spirit do's delight t' inspire We cannot say that Prophecies are ceast God fills the pious Poets Breast Assists the Faculties and tho He dictate not the Words they write Yet gives the Sense from which they flow And when tow'rds Heav'n they rise Still with new Force supplies First rais'd them on the Wing and guides them in their Flight III. 'T is not in vain you bid the Angels sing Th' Eternal's Praise they minister to you Yours and David's Harp they string Mingle themselves with ev'ry Song Keep off the Demons hov'ring in the Air Distil themselves like Dew Of peaceful Night upon your Dreams And to the Morning keep th' Impression strong That Force which makes the Pow'rs of Hell despair Of a Diversion from your Heav'nly Theams What less than Angels can the Honour guard Of beauteous Ladies in the Flow'r of Youth Midst all the Flatt'ries of deluding Sense Teach them to value Truth And Truths Reward Before the Pomp and Show And ev'ry vain Pretence Of Pleasure here below Blest Souls in whom their Beauty thus do's prove The truest Image seen by Mortal Eye Of the Perfections of our God most High Feasting themselves and us with the Creator's Love IV. If by this help I thus can rise

Passion 's sway Use Reason but to progg for Appetite And carry'd on with warm Delight Make the poor Captive Soveraign obey Till Scripture working on our Passions too Prevailing on our Hope or Fear Those Tyrants which so domineer Laying the Misery and Bliss in view As we the broad or narrow Path pursue Charm's us into an happy State To which for all Mankind it opens wide the Gate Mr. Waller For tho Heaven shows the Glory of the Lord Yet something shines more glorious in his Word His Mercy this which all his Works excells His tender Kindness and Compassion tells While we inform'd by that Celestial Book Into the Bowels of our Maker look Love there reveal'd which never shall have End Nor had Beginning shall our Song commend Describe it self and warm us with that Flame Which first from Heav'n to make us happy came Paraph. VIII God's Glory Heav'n that does his Love declare Love which is God does open lye Exhibited to Mortal Eye Within th' instructing Pages there That Attribute which was our God's Delight Before he made the Sons of Light While the Immense Three One Did entertain Himself alone And shall for ever with him stay When there 's no Change of Night and Day That Essence of the Deity Which in a Living Flame From Heaven to bless us came Shall be the Subject of my Poetry That shall it self describe warming my Verse Me. Mr. Waller The fear of Hell or aiming to be bless't Savour's too much of private Interest This mov'd not Moses nor the Zealous Paul Who for their Friends abandon'd Soul and all A greater yet from Heav'n to Earth descends To save and make his Enemies his Friends What Line of Praise can fathom such a Love Which reach'd the lowest Bottom from Above Paraph. IX They 're narrow Souls who seek their private ends Without regard to Relatives or Friends Not so did Moses and the Zealous Paul Who of th' Extent of human Kindness stand Examples to us all Meek Moses was content to see the Land To'ards which his murmuring Friends he led And then laid down his Aged Head Singing his Requiem for his Work was done As soon as Israel's Rest begun But as'tis thought this humble Soul Much farther yet did reach While he by Love was carryed on And tho by Faith he knew Of an Immortal Roll Where he stood Enter'd with the chosen few Ordain'd to be transported o're From off this horrid Shore 'Gainst which so many Tempests roar Unto a Land of endless Life and Bliss Yet trembling on the naked Beach Under a careless Preterition Contented was to lie Left destitute of more than common Aid To struggle for that blest Eternity Which the Decree of Heav'n to him had certain made X. St. Paul a Man of warmer Temper was Yet this degree of Love he could not pass Finding his Brethren shut without the Pail Depriv'd of that peculiar Grace Which ne're th' inclos'd within the Church can fail In pious Rant he wisht with them to change his Place But how much greater was that Love Which the Eternal Word did move Quitting the full Possession Of all the Glories of his Father's Throne To take our Flesh and suffer Pain That he his Enemies might gain And all their Obstacles to Bliss remove Who can his Thoughts to height sufficient raise Or what Expressions can he find To sute th' Ideas floting in his Mind When he this unexampl'd Act of Love would praise Mr. Waller The Royal Prophet that extended Grace From Heav'n to Earth measur'd but half that space The Law was Regnant and confin'd his Thought Hell was not Conquer'd when that Poet wrote Heav'n was scarce heard of until he came down To make the Region where Love triumphs known Paraph. XI The antient Prophets that Seraphick Tribe Who did Divine Benignity describe While the Dominion of the Law did last And Clouds the Sun of Righteousness o're cast Had more contracted Theams To influence their Holy Dreams Through Heav'n and Earth God's Grace it self had shown But Heil its Power had never known And Heav'n it self was darkly drawn Till the bright Day did dawn Which shew'd on Earth God's only Son He a free Prospect of that Region brought Where Light and Joy and Love do far exceed all Thought Mr. Waller That early Love of Creatures yet unmade To frame the World th' Almighty did perswade For Love it was that first created Light Mov'd on the Waters chac'd away the Night From the rude Chaos and bestow'd new Grace On things disposed to their proper Place Some to Rest here and some to shine Above Earth Sea and Heav'n were all th' Effects of Love. And Love would be return'd but there was none That to themselves or others yet were known The World a Pallace was without a Guest Till one appears that must excel the rest One like the Author whose capacious Mind Might by the glorious Work the Maker find Might measure Heav'n and give each Star a Name With Art and Courage the rough Ocean tame Over the Globe with swelling Sails might go And that 't is round by his Experience know Make strongest Beasts obedient to his Will And serve his Use the fertil Earth to Till When by his Word God had accomplish'd all Man to create he did a Council call Employ'd his Hand to give the Dust he took A Graceful Figure and Majestick Look With his own Breath convey'd into his Breast Life and a Soul fit to command the rest Worthy alone to celebrate his Name For such a Gift and tell from whence it came Birds sing his Praises in a wilder Note But not with lasting Numbers and with Thought Mans great Prerogative Paraph. XII Love in the Bosom of the Godhead lay Before the Creatures into Being rose Through this to frame the World he chose He spake and passive Matter did obey That Spirit which did on the Waters move And with its brooding Wings hatcht Vital Heat Which spreading o're the formless Deep Did the Worlds outward Lines compleat Was nothing else but mighty Love Whence charming Symmetry did smiling leap And through the gloomy heap Diffus'd a grateful Light That Banisht Chaos with its horrid Night When the Proportions finisht were Love then the Features and the Graces drew About the rising World it flew Distinguisht and adorn'd the Waters Earth and Air. A Stately Pallace it did build And furnisht to amazement every Room Curious Plantations round about it made With Grassy Walks which ever Greens did shade And Fruit-Trees interspersed were Enricht with Fruit or gay with Bloom Each Herb and Plant and Flow'r was there With many an Avi'ary 't was fill'd And Entertainments for the Eye Of all the Beasts that move or Birds that fly And Creeping things in vast variety As if to Court some great Inhabitant were laid XIII This glorious Scene with more than Verse can sing Being prepar'd by the Eternal King Man newly cast i' th' Heav'nly Mold From off his flowry Bed do's rise He casts