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Flovvres of Sion. By VVilliam Drummond of Hawthorne-denne. To which is adioyned his cypresse groue
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Drummond, William, 1585-1649.
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Soule sustained by its Maker resolued and calmlie retired in it selfe doth find that Death â—ith it is in a moment of Time is but a short nay sweete sigh and is not worthie the remembrance compared with the smallest dramme of the infinite Felicitie of this Place Heere is the Palace Royall of the Almighty KING in which the vncomprehensible comprehensiblie manifesteth Himselfe in Place highest in substance not subject to any corruption or change for it is aboue all motion and solid turneth not in quantitie greatest for if one Starre one Spheare bee so vast how large how hudge in exceeding demensions must those bounds bee which doe them all containe In quantitie most pure and orient Heauen heere is all but a Sunne or the Sunne all but a Heauen If to Earthlings the Foote-stoole of GOD and that Stage which Hee raised for a small course of Time seemeth so Glorious and Magnificent What estimation would they make if they could see of His eternall Habitation and Throne and if these bee so wonderfull what is the sight of Him for whom and by whom all was created of whose Glorie to behold the thousand thousand part the most pure Intellegences are fullie satiate and with wonder and delight rest amazed for the Beautie of His light and the Light of His Beautie are vncomprehensible Heere doth that earnest appetite of the Vnderstanding content it selfe not seeking to know any more For it seeth before it in the vision of the Diuine essence a Miroiâ— in the which not Images or shadowes but the true and perfect Essence of euerie thing created is more cleare and conspicuous than in it selfe all that may bee knowne or vnderstood Heere doth the Will pause it selfe as in the center of its Eternall rest glowing with a firie affection of that infinite and all-sufficient Good which beeing fullie knowne cannnot for the infinit motiues and causes of loue which are in Him but bee fullie and perfectlie loued As Hee is onelie true and essentiall Bountie so is Hee the onelie essentiall and true Beautie deseruing alone all loue and admiration by which the Creatures are onelie in so much faire and excellent as they participate of His Beautie and excelling Excellencies Heere is a blessed Companie euerie one joying as much in anothers Felicitie as in that which is proper because each seeth another equâ—llie loued of GOD Thus their distinct joyes are no fewer than the copartners of the joye And as the Assemblie is in number answerable to the large capacitie of the Place so are the joyes answerable to the numberlesse number of the Assâ—mblie No poore and pittifull mortall confined on the Globe of Earth who hath neuer seene but sorrow or interchangeablie some painted superficiall pleasures can rightlie thinke on or bee sufficient to conceaue the tearmelesse Delightes of this Place So manie Feathers moue not on Birds so many Birds dint not the Aire so manie leaues tremble not on Trees so manie Trees grow not in the solitarie Forests so manie Waues turne not in the Ocean and so manie graines of Sand limit not those Waues As this triumphant Court hath varietie of Delights and Ioyes exempted from all comparison Happinesse at once heere is fullie knowne and fullie enjoyed and as infinit in continuance as extent Heere is flourishing and neuer-fading youth without Age Strength without Weaknesse Beautie neuer blasting Knowledge without Learning Aboundance without Lothing Peace without Disturbance Participation without Enuy Rest without Labour Light without rising or setting Sunne Perpetuitie without moments for Time which is the measure of endurance did neuer enter in this shining Eternitie Ambition Disdaine Malice difference of Opinions can not approach this Place resembling those foggie mists which couer those Lists of sublunarie thinges All Pleasure paragon'd with what is heere is paine all Mirth mourning all Beautie deformitie Heere one dayes abyding is aboue the continuing in the most fortunate estate on the Earth manie yeeres and sufficient to conteruaile the extreamest torments of Life But although this Blisse of Soules bee great and their joyes many yet shall they admit addition and bee more full and perfect at that long wished and generall meeting with their Bodies Amongst all the wonders of the great Creator not one appeareth to bee more wonderfull replyed I than that our Bodies should arise hauing suffered so many changes and Nature denying a returne from Priuation to a Habit. Such power said hee beeing aboue all that the Vnderstanding of Man can conceaue may well worke such wonders For if Mans Vnderstanding could comprehend all the secretes and counsells of that Eternall Majestie it must of necessitie bee equall vnto it The Author of Nature is not thralled to the lawes of Nature but worketh with them or contrarie to them as it pleaseth Him What Hee hath a will to doe Hee hath a power to performe To that power which brought all this All from nought to bring againe in one instant any substance which euer was into it vnto what it was once should not be thought impossible For who can doe more can doe lesse and His power is no lesse after that which was by Him brought forth is decayed and vanished than it was before it was produced beeing neither restrained to certaine limits or instruments or to any determinate definit manner of working where the power is without restraint the workeadmitteth no other limits than the workers will This World is as a Cabinet to GOD in which the small things how euer to vs hidde and secret are nothing lesse keeped than the great For as Hee was wise and powerfull to create so doth His Knowledge comprehend His own Creation yea euery change and varietie in it of which it is the verie Source Not any Atome of the scattered Dust of mankind though daylie flowing vnder new Formes is to Him vnknowne and His Knowledge doth distinguish and discerne what once His power shall waken and raise vp Why may not the Arts-master of the World like a Molder what he hath framed in diuerse shapes confound in one masse and then seuerally fashion them out of the same Can the Spargiricke by his Arte restore for a space to the dry and withered Rose the naturall Purple and Blush And can not the Almightie raise and refine the bodie of Man after neuer so many alterations on the Earth Reason her selfe finds it more possible for infinit power to cast out from it selfe a finit world and restore any thing in it though decayed and dissolued to what it was first than for Man a finit piece of reasonable miserie to change the forme of matter made to his hand the power of GOD neuer brought forth all that It can for then were it bounded and no more infinit That Time doth approach O haste yee Times away in which the Dead shall liue and the Liuing bee changed and of all actions the Guerdon is at hand Then shall there be an end without an end Time shall finish and Place shall be altered Motion yeelding vnto rest and another World of an Age eternall and vnchangable shall arise Which when Hee had said me thought He vanished and Iâ— all astonished did awake On the Report of the Death of the Author IF that were true which whispered is by Fame That DamoÌ„s light no more on Earth doth burne His Patron Phoebus physicke would disclame And cloth'd in clowds as earst for PhaetoÌ„ mourn Yea Fame by this had got so deepe a Wound That scarce shee could haue power to tell his Death Her Wings cutt short who could her Trumpet sound Whose Blaze of late was nurc'd but by His Breath That Spirit of His which most with mine was free By mutuall trafficke enterchanging Store If chac'd from Him it would haue com'd to mee Where it so oft familiare was before Some secret Griefe distempring first my Minde Had though not knowing made mee feele this losse A Sympathie had so our Soules combind That such a parting both at once would tosse Though such Reports to others terrour giue Thy heauenlie Vertues who did neuer spie I know Thou that canst make the dead to liue Immortall art and needes not feare to die Sir WILLIAM ALEXANDER To S. W. A. THough I haue twice beene at the Doores of Death And twice found shoote those Gates which euer mourne This but a lightning is Truce tane to Breath For late-borne Sorrowes augurre fleet returne Amidst thy sacred Cares and courtlie Toyles Alexis when thou shalt heare wandring Fame Tell Death hath triumph'd o're my mortall Spoiles And that on Earth I am but a sad Name If thou e're held mee deare by all our Loue By all that Blisse those Ioyes Heauen heere vs gaue I conjuâ—e Thee and by the Maides of Ioue To graue this short Remembrance on my Graue Heere Damon lyes whose Songes did some timeâ— grace The murmuring Eske may Roses shade the place To the Memorie of the most excellent Ladie IANE Countesse of Perth THis Beautie which pale Death in Dust did turne And clos'd so soone within a Coffin sad Did passe like Lightning like to Thunder burne So little Life so much of Worth it had Heauens but to show their Might heere made it shine And when admir'd then in the Worlds Disdaine O Teares O Griefe did call it backe againe Lest Earth should vaunt Shee kept what was Diuine What can wee hope for more what more enjoy Sith fairest Things thus soonest haue their End And as on Bodies Shadowes doe attend Sith all our Blisse is follow'd with Annoy Yet She 's not dead She liues where She did loue Her Memorie on Earth Her Soule aboue
more harmlesse found and milde His food was Locusts and what there doth spring With Hony that from virgine Hiâ—es distill'd Parcht Bodie hollow Eyes some vncouth thing Made him appeare long since from Earth exilde There burst he foorth All yee whose Hopes relye On GOD with mee amidst these Desarts 〈◊〉 Repent repent and from olde errours tuâ—ne Who listned to his voyce obey'd his cry Onely the Ecchoes which hee made relent Rung from their flintie Caues repent repent THese Eyes deare Lord once Brandons of Desire Fraile Scoutes betraying what they had to keepe Which their owne heart then others set on fire Their traitrous blacke before thee heere out weepe These Lockes of blushing deeds the gilt attire Waues curling wrackefull shelfes to shadow deepe Rings wedding Soules to Sinnes lethargicke sleepe To touch thy sacred Feet doe now aspire In Seas of care behold a sinking Barke By windes of sharpe Remorse vnto thee driuen O let me not expos'd be Ruines marke My faults confest LORD say they are forgiuen Thus sigh'd to TESVS the Bethanian faire His teare-wet Feet still drying with her Haire I Countries chang'd new pleasures out to finde But ah for pleasure new I sound new paine Enchanting Pleasure so did Reason blind That Fathers loue and words I scorn'd as vaine For Tables rich for bed for following traine Of carefull seruants to obserue my Minde These Heards I keepe my fellowes are assign'd Rocke is my Bed and Herbes my Life sustaine Now while I famine feele feare worser harmes Father and Lord I turne thy Loue yet great My faults will pardon pittie mine estate This where an aged Oake had spred its Armes Thought the lost Childe while as the Heardes he led Not farre off on the ackornes wilde them fed IF that the World doth in amaze remaine To heare in what a sad deploring mood The Pelican powres from her brest her Blood To bring to life her yonglings backe againe How should wee wonder of that soueraigne Good Who from that Serpents sting that had vs slaine To saue our lifes shed his Lifes purple flood And turn'd in endlesse Ioy our endlesse Paine Vngratefull Soule that charm'd with false Delight Hast long long wander'd in Sinnes flowrie Path And didst not thinke at all or thoughtst not right On this thy Pelicanes great Loue and Death Heere pause and let though Earth it scorne Heauen see Thee powre foorth teares to him powr'd Blood for thee IF vhen farre in the East yee doe behold Forth from his Christall Bed the Sunne to rise With rosie Robes and Crowne of flaming Gold If gazing on that Empresse of the Skies That takes so many formes and those faire Brands Which blaze in Heauens high Vault Nights watchfull eyes If seeing how the Seas tumultuous Bands Of bellowing Billowes haue their course confin'd How vnsustain'd the Earth still steadfast stands Poore mortall Wights yee e're found in your Minde A thought that some great King did sit aboue Who had such Lawes and Rites to them assign'd A King who fix'd the Poles made Spheares to moue All Wisedome Purenesse Excellencie Might All Goodnesse Greatnesse Iustice Beautie Loue With feare and wonder hither turne your Sight See see alas Him now not in that State Thought could fore-cast Him into Reasons light Now Eyes with teares now Hearts with griefe make great Bemoane this cruell Death and drearie case If euer Plaints iust Wâ—e could aggrauate From Sinne and Hell to saue vs humaine Race See this great King naill'd to an abiect Tree An obiect of reproach and sad disgrace O vnheard Pittie Loue in strange degree Hee his owne Life doth giue his Blood doth shed â—or Wormelings base such Worthinesse to see Poore Wights behold His Visage pale as Lead His Head bow'd to His Brest Lockes sadlie rent Like a cropt Rose that languishing doth fade Weake Nature weepe astonish'd World lament Lamâ—nt you Windes you Heauen that all containes And thou my Soule let nought thy Griefes relent Those Hands those sacred Hands which hold the râ—ines Of this great All and kept from mutuall warres The Elements beare rent for thee their Vaines Those Feete which once must trade on golden Starres For thee with Nailes would bee pierc'd through and â—orne For thee Heauens King from Heauen himselfe â—ebarres This great heart-quaking Dolour waile and mourne Yee that long since Him saw by might of Faith Yee now that are and yee yet to bee borne Not to behold his great Creators Death The Sunne from sinfull eyes hath vail'd his light And faintlieâ—journeyes vp Heaâ—ens saphyre Path And cutting from her Browes her Tresses bright The Moone doth keepe her Lords sad Obseqâ—ies Impearling with her Teares this Robe of Night All staggering and lazie lowre the Skies The Earth and elementall Stages quake The long since dead from bursted Graues arise And can things wanting sense yet sorrow take And beare a Part with him who all them wrought And Man though borne with cryes shall pittie lacke Thinke what had beene your state had hee not brought To these sharpe Pangs himselfe and priz'd so hie Your Soules that with his Life them life hee bought What woes doe you attend if still yee lye Plung'd in your wonted ordures wreâ—ched Brood Shall for your sake againe GOD euer die O leaue deluding shewes embrace true good Hee on you calles forgoe Sinnes shamefull trade With Prayers now seeke Heauen and not with Blood Let not the Lambes more from their Dames bee had Nor Alâ—â—rs blush for sinne liue euery thing That long time long'd for sacrifice is made All that is from you crau'd by this great King Is to beleeue a pure Heart Incense is What gift alas can wee him meaner bring Haste sinne-sicke Soules this season doe doe not misse Now while remorselesse Time doth grant you space And GOD invites you to your onlie Blisse Hee wâ—â— you calles will not denie you Grace But low-deepe burrie faults so yee repent His Armes loe stretched are you to embrace When Dayes are done and Lifes small sparke is spent So yee accept what freelie heere is giuen Like brood of Angels deathlesse all-content Yee shall for euer liue with him in Heauen COme forth come forth yee blest triumphing Bands Faire Citizens of that immortall Towne Come see that King which all this All commands Now ouercharg'd with Loue die for his owne Looke on those Nailes which pierce his Feete and Hands What a sharpe Diademe his Browes doth crowne Behold his pallid Face his Eyes which sowne And what a throng of Theeues him mocking stands Come forth yee empyrean Troupes come forth Preserue this sacred Blood that Earth adornes Gather those liquid Roses off his Thornes O! to bee loost they bee of too much worth For Streams 1 Iuice 2 Balm 3 they are which queÌ„ch 1 kils 2 charms 3 Of GOD 1 Death 2 Hell 3 the wrath 1 the life 2 the harmes3. SOule which to Hell wast thrall Hee Hee for thine offence Did suffer Death who could not die at all O soueraigne Excellence O