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The wisdome of Solomon paraphrased. Written by Thomas Middleton
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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gaine O double knot of treble miseries Oh treble knot twice thrice in villanies O idoll-worshipping thou mother art Shee procreatresse of a he offence I know thee now thou bearst a womans part Thou nature hast of her shee of thee sence These are thy daughters too too like the mother Black sins I dim you all with inckie smother verse 27 My pen shall be officious in this scene To let your harts blood in a wicked veine To make your bodies cleare your soules as cleane To cleanse the sinkes of sin with vertues reine Behold your cole-blacke blood my writing inke My papers poysoned meate my pens fowle drinke New christned are you with your owne new blood But madde before sauage and desperate Prophecying lies not knowing what was good Liuing vngodly euermore in hate Thundring out oathes pale Sergeants of despaire Swore and forswore not knowing what you were verse 28 Now looke vpon the spectacle of shame The well-limnd image of an ill-limnd thought Say are you worthy now of praise or blame That such selfe-scandall in your owne selues wrought You were heart-sicke before I let you blood But now heart-well since I haue done you good Now wipe blinde folly from your seeing eies And driue destruction from your happy mind Your follie now is wit not foolish-wise Destruction happinesse not mischiefe blinde You put your trust in idoles they deceiude you You put your trust in God and he receiude you verse 29 Had not repentance grounded on your soules The climes of good or ill vertue or vice Had it not flowde into the tongues enrowles Ascribing mischiefes hate with good aduice Your tong had spild your soul your soul your tong Wronging each function with a double wrong Your first attempt was placed in a show Imaginary show without a deed The next attempt was periury the foe To iust demeanors and to vertues seede Two sins two punishments and one in two Makes two in one and more than one can do verse 30 Foure scourges from one paine al comes from sin Single yet double double yet in foure It slayes the soule it hems the body in It spills the minde it doth the heart deuoure Gnawing vpon the thoughts feeding on blood For why she liues in sin but dies in good She taught their soules to stray their tongs to sweare Their thought to thinke amisse their life to die Their heart to erre their mischiefe to appeare Their head to sin their feete to treade awry This sceane might well haue bin destructions tent To pay with paine what sin with ioy hath spent Chapter XV. verse 1 But God will neuer die his hands with bloud His heart with hate his throne with crueltie His face with furies map his browe with cloud His raigne with rage his crowne with tyrannie Gratious is he long-suffering and true Which ruleth all things with his mercies view Gratious for where is grace but where he is The fountaine-head the euer-boundlesse streame Patient for where is patience in amisse If not conducted by pure graces beame Truth is the moderator of them both For grace and patience are of truest groth verse 2 For grace-beginning truth doth end in grace As truth-beginning grace doth end in truth Now patience takes the moderators place Yong-olde in suffering olde-yong in ruth Patience is olde in being alwaies yong Not hauing right nor euer offering wrong So this is moderator of Gods rage Pardoning those deeds which wee in sin commit That if wee sin shee is our freedomes gage And wee still thine though to be thine vnfit In being thine ô Lord wee will not sin That we thy patience grace and truth may win verse 3 O grant vs patience in whose grant we rest To right our wrong and not to wrong the right Giue vs thy grace ô Lord to make vs blest That grace might blesse blisse might grace our sight Make our beginning and our sequell truth To make vs yong in age and graue in youth Wee know that our demaunds rest in thy will Our will rests in thy word our worde in thee Thou in our orisons which dost fullfill That wished action which wee wish to bee T is perfect righteousnes to know thee right T is immortalitie to know thy might verse 4 5 In knowing thee we know both good and ill Good to know good and ill ill to know none In knowing all wee know thy sacred will And what to do and what to leaue vndone We are deceiu'd not knowing to deceiue In knowing good and ill wee take and leaue The glasse of vanitie deceit and showes The painters labour the beguiling face The diuers-coloured image of suppose Cannot deceiue the substance of thy grace Only a snare to those of common wit Which couets to be like in hauing it verse 6 The greedy lucre of a witlesse braine This feeding auarice on sencelesse minde Is rather hurt then good a losse then gaine Which couets for to loose and not to finde So they were coloured with such a face They would not care to take the idols place Then be your thoughts coherent to your words Your words as correspondent to your thought T is reason you should haue what loue affords And trust in that which loue so dearely bought The maker must needs loue what he hath made And the desirers free of either trade verse 7 Man thou wast made art thou a maker now Yes t is thy trade for thou a potter art Tempring softe earth making the clay to bow But clayie thou dost beare too stout a hart The clay is humble to thy rigorous hands Thou clay too tough against thy Gods commaūds If thou want'st slime beholde thy slimie faults If thou want'st clay beholde thy clayie breast Make them to be the deepest centres vaults And let all clayie mountaines sleepe in rest Thou bear'st an earthly mountaine on thy back Thy harts chiefe prison-house thy souls chief wrack verse 8 Art thou a mortall man and mak'st a God A God of clay thou but a man of clay O suds of mischiefe in destruction sod O vainest labour in a vainer playe Man is the greatest worke which God did take And yet a God with man is nought to make Hee that was made of earth would make a heau'n If heauen may be made vpon the earth Sins heires the ayres sins plants the planets seau'n Their God a clod his birth true vertues dearth Remember whence you came wither you goe Of earth in earth from earth to earth in woe verse 9 No quoth the potter as I haue beene clay So will I end with what I did begin I am of earth and I doe what earth may I am of dust and therefore will I sin My life is short what then I 'le make it longer My life is weake what then I 'le make it stronger Long shall it liue in vice though short in length And fetch immortall steps from mortall stops Strong shall it be in sin though weake in strength Like mounting Eagles on high