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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10732	The celestiall publican A sacred poem: liuely describing the birth, progresse, bloudy passion, and glorious resurrection of our Sauiour. The spirituall sea-fight. The mischieuous deceites of the world, the flesh, the vicious courtier. The Iesuite. The Diuell. Seauen seuerall poems, with sundry epitaphs and anagrams. By Nathanael Richards Gent.	Richards, Nathanael, ca. 1600-1652.	1630 (1630)	STC 21010; ESTC S115928	35,361	164

ngels Protect you both May your faire worth N atur'd like that Blest Tree first brought you forth L iue long So loue liue blest in one another Y our sweetnesse grant O Heau'n a ioyfull Mother Verses vpon Sr. Thomas Stanly his Lady her first beeing with Childe God to this world with safe deliu'rance bring That little world Prime Noble Pretious thing Within your happy Wombe Long may it liue To liue Times faire example truly giue Next God full ioy praise to that Bodies worth Blest Tree of Happinesse first brought it forth That 's all I can wish which to your true Ioy Through hearty Prayer I wish a louely Boy Hope Faith Charitie The blessed Syrens of Eternitie Firme Faith Sweet Hope and Sacred Charity For euer dwell faire Minded Vertuous Dame In your two Hearts now in one Bodies Frame Big with Rich Natures comely curious dressing Iewell of Glory God's Almighty Blessing O may your Pangs in Labour proue as milde As was the Virgin Mary she whose Childe Remember in your Throwes you then with ease Shall beare a Babe that best your minde shall please So happy Mother of a happy Sonne If Daughter happy Liue Heauens will be done A Memoriall vpon the Death of that True Honorable Valiant Commander Sr. Francis Carew Knight of the most noble and sacred Institution of the Bath to our Soueraigne Lord King Charles F all from mine Eyes yea Tragicke Teares of pitie R un to my Pen write write Times mournefull Dittie A nd to this dull Age tell in Sorrowes Tone N oble Wise Valiant Carew he is gone C onquer'd for Loue to Heau'n King Country State I n a iust cause he dy'd O happy Fate S oule suff'ring Vertue fully fortunate C all'd to the sacred Order of the Bath A Jemme he liu'd and dy'd a Knight of Faith R eligion drew him on to Warres fierce Fight E arth claim'd her due Death was to him delight W ho liu'd and dyde Heauens happy Fauorite An Epitaph vpon the Right Honourable Lady the Lady Francis Sister to Theophilus Earle of Lincolne and wife to Mr. Iohn Gorges Esquire YEe Eyes that ioy i' th rarenesse of that Life Which makes Man blest in a true Noble wife Behold here lies a Iemme bereau'd of Breath That Excellent Lady she that by Death Sterne Death subdu'd her life and loue did shine Cleare as Heau'ns star like a true wife diuine She was her Sexes wonder hate to sinne Made her the Glory of her Noble kinne She was what can be said Religious kinde A Saint on Earth that bore an Angels Minde Vpon the Death of Mistris Margaret Brograue M ilde At Rough Grim Assaults Restlesse Eu'n Tir'd B eguirt with Death mildely her soule aspir'd R ight vpward flew to that Arch-glitring Heau'n O f for and from whom shee at first was giuen G lory of Parents farewell modest kinde R are earthly Forme fram'd of a Heau'nly Minde A ll the fond fashions of the world's entice V aine Woman's wish she slighted tempting vice E uer she checkt with thoughts of Paradice Vpon my worthy Friend Mr. CHARLES AYTE CHARLES AYTE Anagram REALY CHASTE THe true expression of a gratefull Minde For your long since past loue to me so kinde I neuer shall forget accept then this Diuine Note on your Name Mans chiefest blisse Courts you faire Soule to such an happinesse Words are too weake to tell Pen to expresse While thousands in vaine Lust their life time waste Your Anagram is what Realy Chaste MARY HEATH Anagram HA MY HEART Thus exprest NEuer had Virgin sweetenesse to the view Of this vast World a happier Name then you Your Anagram is such 't is euer vs'd ' Mongst Turtle Louers that ne'r loue abus'd Vertues Chaste Queene to you doth here impart Infinite Ioy in these words Ha My Heart TO My much respected true Friend Master William Vtber W i th holy thoughts Lord make thee to repell I nfernall sinne ne'r may the charmes of Hell L asciuious Temptings nor the worlds delight L ocke thee from Heau'n the Lord of Day and Night I nspire thy Soule Rauish thy Noble Sight A rm'd with Faith Hope and Sacred Charitie M ount may thy Soule Eternall Victory V aine World what is it but a Theame of sorrow T imes slaue the stage of death from which we borrow B rau'ry for one Day and are dead to Morrow E arth's Pompe is nothing but a poys'ning Spell R iots vaine Glory Painted Iezabell TO His Respected Friend Mr. VALENTINE OLDIS V ertue on Earth firme Enemie to Vice A ppearing Glorious when the Worlds Intice L aies Seidge vnto the Soule and with delight E leuates holy Spirits gainst sinnes Fight N ames you the Man for Combate points thee on T o the Celestiall Race which thought vpon I nuites thy Soule to that perfection N o Tongue can tell not all the Words content E quals the Minde that 's truly Penitent O n Gods great Mercy euer cast an Eye L et thy knowne dang'rous Trauailes neuer die D eeds that haue past the Stormes of Sea and Land I n thee true Triall haue to make thee stand S in s Foe Truths Champion still at Heau'ns command TO My beloued Friend Mr. FRANCIS HVRST F ly Friend from all vaine thoughts let thy faire youth R unne Vertues Race be still in Loue with Truth A s Sea-Men striue in Neptunes Path to shunne N umberlesse Dangers so like Times best Sonne C leare thy Soule 's ship from eu'ry stormie Spell I n this Worlds wicked Sea Those waues of Euill S urges of Sinne the World the Flesh and Deuill H ere as you reade the Follies of the Time V ndaunted struggle to subdue each Cryme R owze thee from sinne striue Vertues Top to clime S o from the high Pyramides of Grace T here houers o're thy head an Angels place LOVES SONNET LEt me not be with bitternesse despighted That an with you and onely you delighted Beare witnesse Angells what I write is true I Loue and loue and loue and none but you Shall I then suffer Racke be rackt and torne Shall I then suffer hate and churlish scorne Will you my honest minde so much misuse Sweete Natures Loue to pittie not abuse O bee so sweete Liue and liue long to cherish My Pen and mee or I for euer perish Sorrowes Sonnet Once I did loue so lou'd and was belou'd As Heau'n was angry sure else we had prou'd No-Star-crost Louers our true Loues were such Alas we lou'd and lou'd and lou'd too much For see the lucke my Loue kept from mine eyes By her most cruell Friends for Loue she dyes Then like a burning Beacon set on fire At sight of her sad Funerall my dere Kindled burn'd fier'd flam'd as t would pierce the skie Then would I perish faine but Fates denie A thousand griefes at once me thought did moue In my Mad braine and then I was in Loue Starke Mad in Loue all ioyes bereft me And nothing but despaire Sad sorrow left me Vpon

of spirits round Shoote at my soule I stand on no firme ground But tread on earth as on a Ball of Ice I cannot stand nor stirre for slip'ry Vice My Soul 's a Ship tost on the Mountaine Seas Of this vast World she neuer liues ar ease * Her sayles are sighes her Anchor deepe despaire * Her Compasse Error her sad Pilot Care Farre of from safeties shore floates on the waues Of fearefull billowes Soule deuouring Graues Rough blust'ring stubborne stormes yeeld no reliefe On euery Shrowd Each Tackling hangs a griefe Death like a darke cloud besets euery Place Here Rocks of Ruine their Pyrates lie in Chase In euery corner Mischiefes hourely lurke * Pride fights against vs like a furious Turke Simile * Lust like a trech'rous Spaniard murd'ring French * Like an infected poyson's loathsome stench * Gluttonie like a Germaine drunkennesse * Like a Dutch Dun-kercker whose impiousnesse * Stiles him the Master Gunner to giue fire * To all sinnes blacke Artillery Hells Ire * Infernall chaine-shot All soule-murd'ring strife To sinke Man's weather-beaten ship of Life Which to gaine Grace no sooner weighs Anchor Sets sayle for safety but straight sinnes Canker The deuouring Diuell Pyrate for Hell Chasing flyes after and with blacke Arts spell Commands to stay sometimes with beauteous formes With songs of Syrens sometimes sometimes stormes Such pitchie Tempests to be night the way As if the horror of the lattet day Frighted the World so stops the soule from blisse Shoots through and through her so she steers amisse Then as in bloudy Sea-fights Men may see Simile Times sacrifice to valour no man free From desp'rate danger euery one maintaines The terrour of the Fight though with their braines Dasht in each others Faces Vitall breath Lost in a fighting flame blood and death Bullets and Batteries couers the ship all o're Her dismall deckes with horror purple gore And scatterd limmes so the soules Pinnace In her spirituall fight sinnes do's deface Murders our best of thoughts like raging Seas Winds stormes tempest driue vs where they please The poore afflicted soule Satan so blinds It knowes not where shee is by whyzing winds Now tost toth ' top of all the Azure Skie Now tumbling as to Hell with frighted Eye Her Flag of sinnes defiance Tempest-rent Her Sayles torne all to Rags her Maine-mast spent All out of Order tossing to and fro The soule distrest knowes not which way to goe With gentle calme check Satan's black storme Lord Wee shipwracke else Diuels will come a Board Burne with Hells wildfire Flame Ruine Race Blot our soules hope helpe Minister of Grace Safeties in Heau'n in this vncertaine Life Nothing but Hell-bred quick sands Warre and strife Soule-killing vapours worldly vanities Thicke clouds of vice Perpetuall miseries There is a Voyage to the Holy Land In which the Truth our blessed Card must stand The Holy Ghost our Pilot to direct The steerage of our course from sinnes neglect Toth ' Hauen of Heau'n that happy Port of Rest Saluations Guard true Cape of Comfort blest There Heauens bright Maiestie our Sauiour sweet Sits with the Hand of Mercy for to Greet And waft vs to him O may all that stray Sayling along the Coast of sorrow Pray Pray vnto him hee 'l guide their wandring Barke Tempest tost hourely in the dreadfull Darke If thou be Sea-sicke call vpon him and he Shall soone with Health's sweet solace comfort thee Rebuke the raging windes Times blackest storme And to a calme Skie-swelling Seas reforme No Rocks Gulfs Sands nor Seas cloud-kissing waues Sinnes dreadfull Sea-fright nor the desp'rate braues Of Pyrates none shall hurt let then thy care See thy weake vessell Rigg'd well Man'd with prayer And then launch forth hoist sayles and when you spie The Cape of good hope keepe it in thine eye Let holy thoughts death threatning storms o'recome That whatsoeuer chance there shall become The vessell of thy Body being foule Make sure to saue the passenger thy soule * He valiant onely Vertuous is that can * Subdue his Sinnes Hee s the true Noble Man * Ther 's perfect valour he true glory winnes * He 's the true Souldier that subdues his sinnes * Breakes through the pikes of sinne all fiends that are * In Hell or Diuels ruling in the Aire * Forcing his way to Heau'n despight all charmes * Enchantmēts dead-sleeps all soule-flayling harmes * Wrestling like Jacab Simile constant in his fight * Mindfull of his maiestick-Makers sight To such belongs the Euerlasting Crowne Of sempeternall Glory true Ronowne Which to prepare thee for cease to neglect Th' Allmighties sacred seruice let respect Feare and true Reuerence to his pretious Word Be to thy soule that Helmet Shield and Sword Too strong for Sathan all the fiery Darts Of Fiends and furies Arme thy noble Parts Thy Soule thy Heart thy Minde striue to fulfill The Maiestie of Heauen his Diuine Will And like the cunning curious Architect Simile Earnest some goodly Building to Erect Breaking his sleepe wholly imployes his minde On the drawne Modell which when he do's finde Exact his Eye dwels euer then vpon it And his affection neuer driuen from it So when to thought we call our Sauiours blood That sempeternall platforme of all good Shed for our sinnes Let it for euer dwell In the Idaea of our Mindes so Hell Sinne death nor deadly desp'rate discontent Can barre the Heau'nly heart from true content * What vggly wormes are wee that dare presume * To pawne our soules for pleasure dare consume * Our Time on toyes when as we firmely know * Time shall decay we cannot feed nor goe * Nor promise life a Minuite we passe to bed * But Ignorant to rise aliue or dead * Admit day-light approaches and the morne * Inuites thee forth thou neuer maist returne * Death by a thousand accidents do's meete * Health Wealth and Beauty stabs them in the street * He that least thinkes of death some falling Tyle * Timber or Stone do's suddenly beguile Him of his life yea oft' when he refraines And seekes to shun it dasheth out his braines These Tragicke Truths true causes of dislike Me-thinkes should moue vs to repent and strike A terror to our soules force vs to see Man's outward danger inward misery Which like an vnresisted roaring Tide Runnes through our veins and apts the blood to pride To all the sinnes that are or euer were O horrid ill haue wee not cause to feare To quake and tremble when our dull dead Eyes Drunke with the poyson'd dreggs of sinne ne'r spies The mischieuous perills and the blacke affright That hourely waite on the Spirituall fight Fiends liue at Sea and Furies on the Land * Gluttonie for a Corporall do's Stand * Au'rice a Pioner Sloth you may spie * An idle Gentleman of a Company * Wrath 's the Serieant Enuie the Colours gaine * Lust the Lieftennant is Pride the Captaine These in the Heart of euery one take Place Where cowardly