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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

the feare Rowze my flint Heart Simile that like a frighted Deere Amazed stands attaints mine eyes of treason Those eyes exclaime against the eyes of reason The eye of reason blames their wanton sight As ouer rul'd by foolish appetite Each guilty of their fault to sinne stand thrall No Limme but helps th' oppressed soule to fall * Man at the best his vertu's very little * His state a Bubble at the strong'st most brittle Simile * Mans life is like a Game at Tables where * A good chance happ'ning if you doe not there * Mend it with some good play the sad Games losse * Will vexe thy grieued soule proue the sole crosse * To all thy comforts All quietnesse than Simile * Leaues thee and like a drunken seruing-man 〈◊〉 * Which at his masters most need goes astray * Is euer sure still to be out o' th way What shall I doe Where whether shall I fly Here there I know not where lie downe and dye Vp soule to Heau'n there get a glorious Crowne I am too weake too vile sinne puls me downe O my vnworthinesse my shame my sinne When shall I shake thee of when when beginne No wilt not bee can I not doe the good I would Must I be rul'd by flesh and blood Weepe on weepe on dissolue hard heart of flint Melt melt thou stony rocke Teares neuer stint Drop Marble Mount drop to a crimson flood Sinke my sinnes in Seas of penitent blood Come folded Armes and you sad Eyes sad Heart Come Soule opprest with sorrow play thy Part Haste to some gloomy-groue there all alone On the greene mantled Earth sigh sob and grone Spend pretious time with sacred thoghts that beares Heau'n in their Eyes true Vertue in their teares Complaine I will to fortune not that whore Which makes leane art pale-fac'd wisdome poore I le not complaine to her but to that Ens Almighty Fortune in diuinest sense Groueling on Earth for sinne I le cast forth groanes Sighes shall conuert to Teares Teares into moanes Then will I start from ground my Body raise Shoote mine Eyes vpward against Heau'n I 'le gaze Thinke on my God my God whose sacred Will I haue abus'd my God most iust to kill Damne Soule and Body my rememb'rance blot Out of the Booke of Life I that forgot In midst of all vaine ioyes Intemp'rate healths Loose wanton chambering lasciuious stealths All-seeing Heauen a God so good so great He that to feed vs with Spirituall meate Tooke humane shape came downe from Heau'n The Natiuitie of Christ to Earth Enter'd the World at whose soule-sauing Birth The euerlasting gates of Mercy stood Open to all His houre of flesh and blood Turn'd night to day Heau'ns glittering Angell came And to poore men poore sheepheards did proclaime A Sauiour borne sinnes fury to controule Neuer was such sweet musicke to the soule Before his comming the Natiuitie Of Christ brings mortals firme felicitie * Milde was his Birth his Life creations wonder * His death deaths terror O thou God of thunder * Master of mans saluation all the Earth * Reapt plenitude of Ioy when thou tookst Birth * Mortalls were bigge with sinne villany ripe * Hells dreadfull Dragon ready for to gripe * Soules in his vggly pawes But then stept in * Our Sauiour he redeemd lost soules whose sinne * Gaue them to death eternall blessed houre * Blessed Natiuitie thrice blessed powre * Me thinkes at thought of thy Natiuitie * I lie perfum'd in Immortalitie When Christ was borne all were new borne agen Nere came like Musicke to the hearts of Men Angels for ioy clap their Celestiall Wings And eu'ry Saint eu'ry Crownd Martyr Sings Magnifico Deum to mortalls peace The calme of Conscience and shall mortals cease Their glad expressions No let hate to vice Dissolue sinnes cloud Eccho to Paradice Our Sauiours welcome let vs neuer more Lie downe to our dishonours like a whore Simile Dead to good councell neuer let darke deedes Defile the Soule Le ts roote vp all the seedes Of Pride Lust Enuie Hatred and in place Plant wisedome meeke humility and grace * Christs Glory came cloathd in humility * To teach our Hell-bred Pride Ciuility * Borne of a Virgin came to the world a stranger * His Palace an Oxe-stall his Bed a Manger O're whose obscure aboad Heau'ns Taper shinde And to the soules of wisest Men diuinde Great Natures wonder pointed them the way To finde the worlds Redeemer they obay Made towards that fixed starre which in the skie Was the blest Virgin Maries Canopie To Beth-lehem they came there with hearts glad Ador'd the King of Glory poorely clad Nor could blood thirstie Herods strict command Nor bloody butchering of Babes withstand His blessed Birth whose admiration brings Ioy to the world blest be that King of Kings He that to cure sinnes Leaporous disease A Heauenly Progresse fetcht the Geste these CHRIST'S Setting forth from 's Celestiall PALACE The Adamant of Glory Lodg'd in the Virgins Wombe from that blest PLACE To th' Manger went from Manger to the Crosse From Crosse departed with his deare Blouds losse Vnto the SEPVLCHER there made all euen And so Return'd Gloriously Home to HEAVEN To HEAV'N from whence LORD let thy SACRED FIRE GLISTER vpon my SOVLE whose sole Desire Begges MERCY for my Sinnes makes knowne to THEE THOV that hast RAVIHST ALL hast Rauisht Me. The Passion of Christ. Thirty three yeeres Christs sanctity did were The Cloth of our Redemption and did beare Times heauy yoake of crosses that we might With ease sustaine all wrongs in him delight Simile * Like Martyr'd Stephen whose lowd crying grones * Gain'd Heau'n i th' middle of a storme of stones * Loue lead him on in Death this Saint was Taster * And first that follow'd his Immortall Master * Christ Crucifide whom none that truly heares * But sure 't will thawe their frozen hearts to teares * Christs whole Life was a Martyrdome and Crosse * Actiue and Passiue and his deare bloods losse * The Tragicke Part the bloody Sceane which none * But he himselfe must Act and Act alone * Alone for vs Heau'ns Glorious Lampe of Grace * Grou'ling on Earth fell on his sacred Face * He that is euer Lord of Mercies seate * Water'd the Garden Cedron with the sweate * Of bloody Browes and Body heauinesse * And deadly sorrow seiz'd his blessednesse * A kisse betray'd him and a periur'd lie * Was the Reward for all his puritie In scorne this Prince of Heau'n was buffetted Spighted spitted at Extreamly scourged Yet Torture ne'r mou'd him he was silent In all his bitter suffrings patient Neuer did Earthly King free from annoy Receiue his Crowne nor with a greater ioy Went to his Coronation Dignifide As Glories King went to be Crucifide In him the Iewes derided Maiestie Condemned Innocence scourg'd Pietie * Head Hands Side Feet they to the Crosse did Fixe * Made him all o're a