th' shadow Lord of death how shall I fear If thou which art my life and light draw near On Our Father VVHo disobey can I Lord Father call Pronounce in heav'n my thoughts nere there at all 'T is I my God have sinn'd 'gainst heav'n and thee Blinded by sin so high I cannot see How shall he Lord say Hallowed be thy name Prophanes thy Image takes in vain the same Thy names a sacrifice Lord which will require To hallow it of flaming zeal a fire But where of Lust's a furnace in the heart Of good desires can it a Lamp impart Or what is Lord thy Kingdome unto me While th' world flesh devil here keep anarchy Yet Lord 't is every where thy pow'rs in hell But with Saints onely dost in mercy dwell Can I desire thy Will may Lord be done Which 'gainst thy Will after my own will run How shall I beg for bread or it obtain For dogs my Lusts thy childrens bread would gain As I forgive would I have thee remit Thou without mercy should'st in Judgement sit Revenge boils in my heart but there doth lie Alas froze near my heart cold Charity Would I into temptation not be led Who run into it am to vertue dead Unto my self temptation a strange devil Incarnate made a forge to frame out evil Tongue of the aged Serpent is the sting My lips are gates which unto death do bring But Lord the Kingdome Power and Glory's thine Let th' Kingdome Power and Glory in me shine Thou Lord a Kingdom makest where thou art A glympse of thine a Paradise doth impart Lord by thy presence Heav'n make in my heart So shall I Father cry which in Heav'n art A Heav'n-inspiring zeal with th' heart inflame A sacrifice mak 't to hallow Lord thy name Thy Kingdom come of grace will shall be done In Earth as Heav'n while Earth a Heav'n hath won Then shall I daily be with Manna fed Have thee within Lord who art Heav'ns sole bread Then shall I be forgiv'n Lord and forgive Can't he want charity who with love doth live Into temptation then I can't be led Thou art th' door truth light way that I must tread How can from ill I not delivered be Who have a Rock a Tower a shield in thee Thine is the Kingdom power and glory 's thine Oh shall I not have all when thou art mine Incerta poenitentia EAch day a market is where we do buy Or unto sale expose eternity Each day 's a ring with good deeds it engrave At the Lambs wedding you this ring must have Time golden Harvests each day doth present The times to be redeem'd that is mispent On the back of sin sorrow and shame doth wait Repentance hasts ne're overtakes or late To all to grieve few to repent is giv'n Whichis begot like pearls of th' dew of heav'n Happy in this snow-water bath their soul It can the burnings of their lust make whole More weep for sin that sin doth them forsake Then that by sin they God an enemy make Such water doth augment not quench Hell flame 'T is true Contritions floods must quench the same Practice of lives not tongues must Christians make He leaves not sin leaves it doth him forsake He loves not God who for himself don't love Who 's glew'd to earth shall nere know God above A Iudas here impiety may veil With kisses vengeance slow yet sure can't fail He 'l break in two discover his black soul If timely pennance wipe not sins black scrol Lord let me hear thy voice while 't is to day Lest hard'ned in sins wildernesse I stray Unto the fiery serpents sting I pray While I forsake thee Lord who art the way Certamors VVAtches and clocks al but the last hour sound That hour should in our conscience be found Sure death 's a riddle th' tablet all unfold By none the meaning can of it be told Yet th' soul surpris'd in lust hell is her share Hell where of misery the Abysses are Hell th' Common-shore of all the filth of th' world Where th' fewel of Gods wrath in fire is hurl'd Where the Salamander-lust shall bath in fire Which here anticipates Hell in loose desire On Earth by Euthymy who a Heav'n don't find The Hell hereafter feels hath here in mind But oh where 's Conscience virtues Correlate Which sugars tears and survives ev'n in fate Where 's that delicious torrent of delight Glancing i th' Cage of flesh a heavenly light From the love of God this Alchymy redowns Iron to gold turns and disgrace to crowns Can he want light dwells in th' midst of th' Sun Thirst from whose belly living waters run Would he have meat thy flesh is meat indeed By faith on thee we may sweet Iesu feed Can he want clothing Lord may put on thee Nor med'cine have of Life thou art the Tree Who wants direction thou aâ—…t Lord the Way The Light Door Truth to guide them thee obey Lord come unto my soul bid it be thine So death shall have no power when life is mine On the Resurrection ARise my God my Sun arise Arise thy side My sin doth hide Thy blood makes pure Thy wounds me cure He ever lives who with thee dies Arise my God my Sun arise Abysses on Abysses call Who God denies First to him flies Where fiends could dwell And make an hell The first sees heav'n of all Abysses on Abysses call See! ah see me purpled o're The scarlets thine Though th' sin were mine Thine was the grave My sins would have The rising thinâ—… I would implore See! ah see me purpled o're In mercy Lord in mercy rise Emit a ray And make a day Where sins black night Hath ravish'd light Thou to the blind Lord first gav'st eyes In mercy Lord in mercy 〈◊〉 This day we Resurrection call Remove the stone My sins are one Ah buried in The grave of sin Shall I no rising have at all This day we Resurrection call Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Come my dear Lord Say but the word Unto my Soul I shall be whole Thou for thy self makâ—…st onely â—…oom Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Ad Animam QUid lenta cessas ah moraris I pete Ignicule sancte Coelites Hinc hinc prophana procul in anis â—…mpia Hinc execrata vanitas Io triumphe proh sona victrix Io Triumphe reboent aethera En en reperta est quae petita fletuum Torrente pragma sedul En lota prodit en nitens en quam refert Puram creantis imaginem Io triumphe plaude Coelitum chore Redeunte plaude prodigo Humana sileant en loquuntur Angeli Quam digna sphaeris musica est The Leper cleans'd HEar Lord hear The Rhet'rick of a tear Hear hear my brest While I knock there Lord take no rest Open ah open wide Thou art the door Lord open hide My sin a spear once entred at thy side See! ah see A Na'mans leprosie Yet here appears A cleansing Iordan in
lives like Enoch walks in Paradice But he who follows th' crooked waies of sin A Serpent to this Garden doth let in To tast the fruits of sense doth him intice Then sees his sin and himself nak'd by vice While God his Saints with sanctity doth cloath The figleaves of Hypocrisy they loath Fall'n midst the trees they seek to hide their sin But God i th conscience is who speaks within Our better thoughts of Paradice are the trees Which they secluded are whom sins can please Earth turn'd to earth which if none do manure It doth sins fruits thistles and thorns endure But see on water th' spirit moves of love To make the first light did on waters move From th' fount of Baptism there do rivers flow Which water Paradice and make Heav'ns fruit grow The seed of life thus watered did die To raise up fruit for all eternity The tree of life was joyned to deaths tree To make the barren bare it God must be Into the ground thou Lord it cast that we Fix'd to thy root may ever living be Thou Lord the Earth didst ope that death might have And 's sister sin in lifes Sepulcher grave Who to the world is ty'd to the Crosse is nail'd His bones are broke and he by death assail'd But he 's a good thief violence offers there The flaming sword keeps Paradise sure is prayer Or thy sprites Cherubins and the flaming sword Which keeps the tree of life is Lord thy word Since thou of life in Paradise art the tree Lord when thy Kingdom comes remember me The bone thou gav'st us is with th' Serpent joyn'd Sin breaks the bones which first with sin conbin'd The Serpents damn'd to dust which us betraid Lift like a Serpent up in dust thou 'rt lay'd Sin Lord's a Serpent with a fiery sting Thou lifted up dost to us med'cine bring Thorns on thy brow Earths curse for him dost wear Thou mak'st them Lord a Crown by being there Thief like to th' cursed tree i 'me nail'd by sin Yet sin makes wounds to let thy mercy in Lord say the word I shall be whole or say Thou shalt with me in Paradise be this day What 's alwaies every where and all believe Is truth and onely truth which can't deceive Where is 't unravel ages all times read Since truth is one why thus are none agree'd Schisms gilded weather-Cocks all must passe for gold While the world truths lights doth in dark lanthorns hold Men to th' Meridian of their flesh and blood Religion Calculate profit names it good See each Divine is but an Advocate As if Religion were temporal state They with illusion forgeries for it plead â—…nd do 't like Lawy'rs onely to be fee'd For what they plead yet none can call their right They for Religion do without it wrire Witty impieties do the Scriptures reach Like the Tyrant who to 's bed did wretches stretch Too long for cruel purposes they slice Too short they wrack confession of their vice That truth can never vary all agree yet all place truth in their varietie On the Moster's of the Science of defence in Controversie EAch Father sure 's a Ianus two waies looks One face Reformers have one Papists Books Do they by follies issues their names gain They father spurious isâ—…ues of each brain Now to th' Protestant tun'd now Roman Key Do Echo like to every voice obey Ah! Echo-like yield an imperfect sound Which can't instruct a knowledg but confound Whence most polemick truths as clearly note As th' Lover's Mistresse face in a Wanescot Or Wittingtons Maiorship by a chime of bels Which seem to tune to all wild phancy tels What though the Ruhets in the Roman head Some truth 's obstructed is the bodâ—… dead Or cause not uniform must no union be Belief in one Christ sure speaks unitie Though various Colours in Christs Coat be knit They make no seam nor cause a schism in it But these are souldiers which do pierce Christs side Cast lots for 's Vesture and his Court devide See in a mighty bulk their volumes swell Heav'ns way is narrow sure these lead to Hell Homonymas wave and skirmishing with words Or shadow fights see what each book affords You these Tostati may with ease outvie With a slight single sheeted Mercury Their tumid bodies onely serve to tell Poison within is thus can make them swell Iesuite SEE see the subtile texture of each line The Spider spins her curious web lesse fine Th' Spider infusing poison thus takes th' Fly While in her web she weaves her destiny Beware of th' Net which from a Spider came Nor for the light of heav'n mistake hells flame Like sacred bellows they the soul may blow Whether to make it to Contrition glow And zealous fervor or to subtilize And make 't to flames of Contemplation rise But ah with soul on Contemplations wing Most deal as boyes with birds do in a string Draw down on seeds of errour for to feed Or by officious handling make to bleed A spark of heav'n devotion may inspire Contentions flames are kindled at hells fire The Church TH' Kings Daughters garment may discolour'd be Yet Schism 's not made by th' variety Embroidred with good woâ—…ks Christs Spouse must go Wrinkle nor spot in Conversation show Where shadows do increase the Sun declines Yet there will shadows be where the Sun shines Forms of Religion where there is a light Where all is shadow and no shadows night But oh while most 'bout Forms poor shadows fight They Charity lose which is Religions light Who by disputes are drunk and passions vext Cast at Antagonists heads what they meet next The wildefire of Contention they increase And not by th' Milk of th' Word it cause to cease Who 's Pious he is Orthodox who loves sin He Heretick is God nor his Church shares in Happy whose lives 'gainst errours do dispute Good lives convert bad tongues can never do 't Ith'Catholick house Churches like Sisters dwell Can Sisters Sisters for each brawl expell Men in each Church have Truth enough to save And to damn Angels enough Malice have The Polemick Protestant D. TRuths more calcining Recollects ore-read To cure Truths wounds Truth they afresh make bleed Itch of Dispute the Scab of th' Church doth breed How comes Truth for a Champion Falshood need It from Contagion sprung their Countreys Plague A Wickliff Husse and Malecontents of Prague Waldo's Disciples Albingenses too Must to the Muster of Truths Champions go Thus Homer to see Truth was lent strange eyes And Virgil taught for to Evangelize What though in Tenets all do disagree In opposition of one Church they be Churches like floting Islands in the Sea Carried on th' giddy waves of Vanity How wisely for your Hierarchy you plead Your Church to raise who Church defacers need Who laid in Common Sacred and Prophane To hedge these in could you some Church-ground gain By th' Woman in the Wilderness understood As wisely as New-England Brotherhood Christian
my tears Lord let the faithless see Miracles ceas'd revive in me The Leper cleans'd Blinde heal'd Dead rais'd by thee Whither ah whither shall I fly To heav'n my sins ah sins there cry Yet mercy Lord O mercy hear Th' atoning incense of my prayer A broken heart thou l't not despise See! see a Contrites sacrifice Keep keep viols of wrath keep still I 'le viols Lord of Odors fill O prayers sighs grones and tears a shower This precious ointment forth I 'le power I 'le noint wash wipe kisse wash wipe weep My tears Lord in thy bottle keep Lest flames of lust and fond desire Kindle fresh fuel for thine ire Which tears must quench like Magdalene I 'le wash thee Lord till I be clean The good Samaritan WHy art so sad my soul ah why Doth sorrow make thy bones all dry Shall my sin speak so loud and I not cry Thou good Samaritane save See every wound 's a grave Sins were the Theeves let me thy mercies have See how the priests with them partake And by not pittying new wounds make Can pass with hearts unmov'd though their heads shake Nor tears nor wounds can pitty win Thy words the twopence heav'n Lord the Inn. Thy blood the oyl must cure the wounds of sin Up up my soul make hast arise Yet be not rash beware be wise Heav'n loves not a fools sacrifice The vale 's for servants sin unloose 'T is holy ground put off thy shoes An Isaack for an off'ring choose Let not an Ismael with him share So up my soul up offer there Besiedge arm'd enter heav'n by prayer What though thy sins in troops like stars Have menac'd heav'n so oâ—…t to wars Heav'n conquering pray'rs atones the jars Rise Sun stars shall appear no more See ah fresh sins like â—…ands of th' shore Pennance lends floods to hide them ore Vox poenitentiae I I ah I thee Lord betraid While sin strange insurrections made I I like him with lips durst kisse Who sought out 's hell at gates of blisse My sins ah scourges buffets are My sins ah thorns thy temples tare My sin presents the spear nails gall Renews thy sweat death buriall Yet while I Lord with Mary come Early with spices to thy tomb With balm of pennance waiting there To offer odours up in prayer After repentant showrs of dew Angels my Sun 's arise shall shew Heark heark who 's both the light and way Calls thee my soul make hast obey Ah loads of sin and flesh can I A Camel passe a needles eye Say oh say not thaâ—… heav'n gate Too narrow is or way too strait Faith and good works can dispossess Thee both thy Loades of sin and flesh And so convei'd on wings of pray'r Thou maist like incense enter there So shalt thou find a way not strait He kneels who enters at Heav'n gate Spirit Flesh S. ARisâ—… make hast F. VVhither ah whither flies my soul so fast S. Heav'n calls obey F. 'T is night ah stay 't is night thou l't lose thy way S. The day springs rose F. Ah but thy sin black clouds doth interpose S. Those pennance clears The Sun succeds a sacred dew of teares See a full shower Heaven suffers voyolence by an holy Power F. Ah heav'n is high S. Pray'r lends a Iacobs ladder to the sky Angels descend F. VVrestle ah wrestle blessing crowns the end Soul and Christ C. SEE see Grace with her widened arms S. No Adder's here To stop an ear Gainst soul ingaging Graces charms Speak Lord O speak thy servant hears C. Come ye who thirst S. Lord give me first And in thy bottle put my tears C. The laden's call'd haste my soul haste S. Lord seest not these Ah Mountains Seas How how ah how are these o'repast C. To faith my soul fly fly ne're stay Faith can cast these Mountains i th' seas Faith through a Red sea made her way S. Lord though my sins like Mountains be A grain of Faith Still Virtue hath Thy blood sweet Iesu's a Red-sea Of Prayer AWay cold hypocrite away Why art not heard couldst ever pray Didst heav'n in flames of zeal aspire Like th' prophet carried up in fire What sympathy hath day with night Communicates darkness with the light Where lust revenge and passion shrowds Can heav'n be found through such black clouds Talke not of faith the Devils do Believe as much know more then you Nay do more good though none allow They at that Name thou slight'st forc'd bow Could such works save they thee outdo They have their fear and trembling too Wouldst thou no more thine asking miss Learn then no more to ask amiss Thy self sweet Lord thy self I ask no more Heav'n hath no joy without thee Earth no store To the Soul DUll soul aspire Thou art not earth mount higher Heav'n gave the spark to it return the fire Let sin ne're quench Thy high flam'd spirit hence The earth the heat to heaven the flame dispence Rejoyce rejoyce Turn turn each part a voice VVhile to the heart-strings tun'd ye all rejoyce The house is swept VVhich sin so long foul kept The peny 's found for which the loser wept And purg'd with tears Gods Image re-appears The peny truly shews whose stamp it bears The sheep long lost Sins wilderness oft crost Is found regain'd return'd spare spare no cost 'T is heav'ns own suit Hark how it woo's you to 't VVhen Angels needs must speak shall man be mute On the Nativity AH my dear Lord what shall I give To thee who gav'st thy â—…elf for me Since thou could'st die how shall I live Shall I not daily die with thee This is the day which thou didst make Teach me Lord teach me to rejoyce Shall I the shepherds Musick take Or to thine Angels tune my voice My Bread Life Vine Truth Door Light Way All fulness meets my Lord in thee What can I worse then nought repay Thee heav'ns all made so low for me To thee both Prophet Priest and King I have no treasury to ope I can no spices off rings bring But Odours of an heart that 's broke Lord let this incense offer'd up As a sweet smelling savour be So of salvation I the Cup Shall take and call my God on thee Whil'st Gold refiâ—…'d I tribute bring My self thine Image to my King The Contents THe Poet pag. 1 On the Soul 4 The fruit of Paradise 6 On the Masters of the Science of defence in Controversie 8 Iesuite 9 The Church ib. The Polemick Protestant D. 10 The Presbyter 11 Prophanum vulgus The People 13 On servile Will irrespective Election and Reprobation ib. Sectaries 15 Enthusiasticks 16 Beraean ib. Fiduciarie 17 In multiplicem Schismatis Hydram Universall Leprosy 18 On the Umbraticall Doctors on the Romish Party ib. On the Fencers for Religion 19 B. Iewel 20 Doctor Whitaker 20 Doctor Field on the Church ib. Dr. White Sir H. Lynd Dr. Featley in answer to Lyndomastix ib. Mr. Perkins ib. Dr. Usher ib. Mr.