and which makes it worse The Conscience corrosive confounding witt The minds Canker soules burning Feaver fitt Mong all enticemcuts pleasures quassing Boule All the sharpe combats of a Christian soule None feircer then the warrs of a Chast mind Ther 's a continuall Fight which good Men find Never subdu'd without wet eies true care In praying Why the victory is rare Chastities still in danger 'mong delights As Truth in much talke Souldiers in fierce sights The walls of Chastity once batter'd downe Maides loose their Honour Vertues rich renowne O Lust what 's thy delight thy full fruition Of Pleasure but the Path way to Perdiiton Seandall dishonour foule reproach and shame Will blast thy being blot out thy good name O happie is that Man happie the Maide That 's Chast cleare consciences are ne'r afraid Of Iudgement Death and hell no sad affright Tortures the mind that 's chast ther 's true delight Witnesse the two-fold feare that do's belong To Chastity and Lust feare to doe wrong And grieve her Husband is the chast wises part She feares her slack of Love lest he depart Gives no crosse words no angry lookes nor sowre Nor do's she seeme to lumpe to powte to lowre She feares t' offend her husband shunnes all strife Togaine his Presence which she loves 'bove life But the lewd Harlot when her Mate's from home Feare makes her wish that he might never come Lest his approach unlook't for terrifie And catch her in her base Adultery Shee 's fill'd with feare doubts starts least creeke o' th doore O 't is a dreadfull sinne to be a Whore Beauty in the Face and Lust within the heart Kills Soule and Body ruines ev'ry part Strike me Eternall Essence with the dart Of Saint-like Chastitie give me a heart Of flesh so chastly pleasing that poore I May live in Chastity a chast soule die Midnights-Meditation VVHen I contemplate Heav'n and take no care For worldly vanities then my soule how farre How amorously faire thou art destroying sinnes Man 's a rich Monarch then true joy beginnes Never till then never did any fight ' Gainst sinne but gain'd unspeakeable delight This when I thinke upon and practise too Heav'ns in my eye want nor the worst of woe Distracts my senses but when I roote my mind On this rude world Vertue is soone strooke blind Witt reason all my senses are confounded Devills assault my flesh my soule is wounded Save me O save me Lord thy worthlesse Creature Pittie the weakenesse of my Mortall nature Forgive all forfeitures my sinnes have made Vowes Promises protestations never paid I promis'd still to mend to turne mine eyes From sinfull wales yet Heav'n knowes all were lies Shame to my soule how dare I then looke up Expect least solace from sweete Mercies Cup O I am angry vext to th' very heart I act not thy will Lord but mine owne part A sinfull Tragicke Part which will deface My soule helpe Heav'n send thy restraining Grace One Drop of Grace Celestiall can refresh A fainting soule cleanse Lord my corrupt flesh Vn-storme sinnes sulphurous storme I burne I fry Like the impatient Fish which violently Scorch't to the quick it's raging heate to tame Leaps from the Pan into the burning flame Such is the flaming Torture I endure Scorcht for my sinnes where shall I fly for cure Want is a Mis'rie much Wealth a trouble Honour a burthen Beautie but a bubble Pleasure a shadow advancement dangerous Friendship a false Winde and disgrace odious This world of sinne circles my braine with snares A thousand distractions Millions of cares Beates on the Anvile of my poore weake head To ruine sense to strike all good thoughts dead Oft musing on the Worlds Witch-pleasing pelfe I thus beginne to argue with my selfe Why might not I be Rich rush God do's see This meane estate of mine fitter for me Then I collect my Spirits praise that God Which keepes me still unscourg'd restraines the Rod Of his just Vengeance that might justly fall On me and mine in Iustice ruine all Had I the Worlds possession in my hand All Potentates on Earth at my command What then I then subject to all entices Might fill my little-world with World of Vices It is enough I live and 't is too much That I am fed or cloathed if I grutch My daies of sinne encrease wax worse and worse Whither O whither shall I direct my course Downe downe foule flesh great God my selfe I blame I aske thy pardon asking in his name That is my Life the Light the Way the Word Mercy and Truth faire Truth which do's afford Mercy to all onely prescribes this taske That whatsoever Mortall soules do aske The Father in his Name it shall be done To glorifie the Father in the Sonne O infinite sweetnesse O Immortall love Thou God the Father that dost rule above The Highest Heav'ns Thee in the blessed Name Of Jesus Christ Theanthropos that came To save beleeving soules I aske implore Pardon O pardon out with sinnes rotten core Rooted too neare my heart whisper thy feare Into my soule let me not onely heare Thy sacred word but in the practicke part Make perfect use of it nere let me start From thee my God let sad Teares from mine eyes And sighes from my heart expresse my grievancies Though I fall foule and fearefully each day Lord let me not fall finally away And I if needs must fall let my fall be From death to life from sinne to sanctity Amor Dei amorem Deo parit The Divine Dreame VVOrme that I am O how shall I begin To praise that God that in my sleepe ' gainst sin Gave divine warning sent truths sacred scrole Which to and fro hovring i' th' Ayre did role This way and that at last as if Heav'ns will Had so decreed the waving scrole stood still Much like the golden Taper of the Sun At the command of Man the sonne Nun In which me thouht I read and read it ore Peccair no majs that is sinne no more Written in Spanish this seeming sight so strange Workt in my dreaming spirit such a change That startling from my drowsie sleepe I cride To heav'n thus instantly with Teares repli'd O sacred Saviour humbly I implore Give me the spirit of Grace to sinne no more For I am blind sinne clouds my sence of seeing Thy good my ill I 'me Natures brittle being Vext to the soule so infinitely opprest With sighes and groanes they cannot be exprest What shall I doe great Natures miracle Thou onely wise God Heav'ns firme Oracle Fashion me to thy will tip out with the core Of sinne in me that I may sinne no more Say to my soule lest I in soule despaire Thy grace sufficient is Cure Lord my care Speake but the word at the Centurion said Thy servant shall he heal'd Lord be my aid No Rod so sharpe nor no discase so sore But thy good Grace can cure to sinne no more Thou Lord by holy Text confirm'd dost say
Heavn'n that paies In the descent mans penitent desires With plenitude of grace to quench sinnes fires God made the eare to heare the happinesse We have from him the tongue still to expresse The glory of his name the eye to see The workes of his divine Integrity Eye head hand heart God the whole man did frame All to rejoyce in his All-Sacred name Happie the soule that prayes with sincere sorrow Repent to day deferre not till to morrow And when you pray thinke unto whom you pray T' is to the Worlds great builder Lord of day ' Mercies bright Majestie th' Almighty strong Iust grand decider of each poore mans wrong That tumbles downe the mighty only can Make the most Potent Prince the poorest man The peace of Kingdomes in a breath disjoynt Spit all Earth's Children on warrs Rapiers point Turne fruitfull fields to yron burne the grasse And for our sinnes convert the Heav'ns to brasse Swell surging seas the dreadfull deepes with waves Stormes famine fire and sword to dig our graves How dare proud mortalls then ne'r take to minde Heav's sacred eye-fight shall darke deedes so blinde Mans Machivilian mischiefe as to thinke Rais'd on Ambitions top he cannot sinke He must he must bad states-menne'r so big Fall of themselves in time breake like a twig As one naile drives another out of place So time cleares truth drives flat'rie to disgrace Flatt'rers are fearefull Fiends bright honours sting Serpents the worst of Traitors to a King Court-Eare-wiggs nimbly wrigling in the Eares Of greatnesse mighty profits madnesse feares So painted o're shaddow'd for sound advice A good King cannot knowes vertue from vice Till Heav'n that brings the darkest deedes to light Produce in time the truth twixt wrong and right Man whosoe're thou art take this advice 'T is Angels counsell Prayers Paradise Walke after Gods way in the day of light Or end thy journey in the darkest night Ther 's but one univerfall remedy For all our ills each soules extremity And that is fervent prayer all must resort To Prayer or perish there is no safe port In this worlds Mare Mortuum for man To put into but prayes prayer only can Powr'd out in fervency of soule prevent Plagues famine bloud and death warr's dire event Bred by seditious subjects whose desires Are still the fuell unto popular fires Prayer shall confound dead all the divellish deedes Of forraigne foes all home-corrupted seedes Dissembling Hypocrites by hells aide appointed To stiffe truth and grieve the Lords annointed Prayer like to hastie powder sir'd shall choake Flame viperous Rebels to a sudden smoake Pray then through fervent prayer imitate Moses and Iacob wrestle with blessed fate Subdue thy sinnes ' gainst sinfull flesh and bloud Importune heaven and heaven will doe thee good Gods promise is if fervently we pray And use our best indeavours ev'ry day To fly from sinne resolving to betake us To holy meanes he never will forsake us Never did any doe their faire endeavour To pray to God that ever lost his labour Nay more if God but see thy inclination To pray he will prevent thy supplication Answer thy full desire e're thou canst crave Grant that thy heart did never hope to have Witnesse good heaven 't is true ther 's no deniall For I have found th'experimentall triall And were for ever like a soule in hell Worthy to burne should I forget to tell In midst of dangers how I call'd on thee Mercifull God and thou did'st set me free At home abroad at Sea upon the land Here there and ev'ry where thou Lord did'st stand My sure protector ' gainst griefes infinite Times flatt'ring ruine and the worlds despite Sicknesse sad discontent when I and care Shooke hands with sorrowes Minion deepe despaire That very hower in heavinesse lockt up Beyond all hope of health then mercies Cup I freely tasted blessed be thy name To me my Gracious God prove still the same Circle me round thou All-Bternall health Gainst all enticements Honour Beauty Wealth Those fatall slies of sinne which though best men Do ne're so much flap off slie on agen Arme aâ—me good heaven Times Microcosme in me Through Faith Hope Love enable me to be Truths Champion Troopes of Furies to withstand And stave Hells Tempter off dead sinnes command Times expert faithfull souldier is a Iewell Fit for a King to fight a Kingdomes Duell Valour and honesty are Princely twinnes Ther 's nothing makes a Coward but his sinnes Lord let a watchfull Centinell within My weake mortality so keepe out sinne That when so e're we meet Morne Noone or Night I with my good sword Faith may in thy sight Heavens Saint-like Souldier prove subdue and winne At truths close constant fight conquest o're sinne Heare me my God mount thoughts with admiration Vpon the highest step of contemplation Irradiate Lord my mind past sinnes controle Conari Sancta Angelize my so ule Give what thou dost command great God and then Command even what thou wilt Amen Amen EArnest prayer and the committing of sinne Will never lodge together in one Inne For sure if prayer cannot make thee cease From sinne sinnes sure to rob thy soule of peace And make thee leave off praying God's all Eye Let our petitions then with fervency Flie unto him whose Majesty is such It comprehends all power do but touch Trie and then trust petition but his name In ardency of soule you le find a flame All-heav'nly holy thrill through thy vitall blood To quell corruption turne all ill to good O that the Soules of Mortall 's to the life Would Act this part subdue sinnes stormy strife Through fervent prayer and in that swift course runne Firme as the golden taper of the sunne Which hourely sailes the Circuit of the Skie That were excelling heav'nly harmonie 'T would make this Globe on Earth whereon we tread Times glorious Theater the rich stage spread And hung all-round with silver shining starres Prickt fall of holy thoughts in them no jarres Of times discording musicke dare appeare The Musick-roome of concord being there There Truths faire Actor where so e're he turnes His penitent Eye with holy raptures burnes Sees the All-sole Spectator Three in one Seated in gloryes Gallery where none But his Omniscient blest beatitude Sits the sole Iudge of soules Ingratitude Actors and Action mans good part and his ill Th' unworthy Actors dull imperfect skill Bred by distemper grosse neglect in studdy Carelesse Rehearsalls and a skull so muddy As never minds th'infinite paines and Art Penn'd to advance and fit him with a part That might immortalize inflame desire Ravish his sinne-sicke sence his soule inspire With sacred extasie high apprehension Seraphicall love divine affection Heav'ns gracious Actor makes this pretious use Of his faire Part ne'r turnes it to abuse Nor wrongs the writer but amaz'd with wonder As one shot through and through with holy thunder At pious lines whose powerfull Energie In Noble spirits frustrates miserie Tames Pride cooles lust makes
a Maze of sinne That 't is as farre unlikely for me worme Ere to winde out as for to raise a storme Or slacke a Tempest works of wonder stand Farre from thereach of mortalls weake command None but the hand of God his speciall grace Can pull me forth the dungeon of disgrace And shall I then in impious waies uneven Offend so good a God defend me Heav'n Ride thou my soule upon some winged cloud To'th'Haven of heaven fly to the sacred shroud Of sempeternall safety fly the sight Of blasing beautie flaring Earths delight Malicious mindes mischievous mans invention Faire lookes false hearts stampt in a soule intention Take flight my Soule fly from the dismall Den Of this darke Age the impiousnesse of men Fly from the pond'rous plummets of blacke Vice Which pulls to Hell helpe Prince of Paradise I saint I die sinne loades my soule with horrour The World the flesh and Divell all with terrour Hangs on my fetter'd limbes Prisoner to care I live sterv'd tortur'd tempted to despaire What shall I doe where whither shall I fly Here there I know not where lie downe and dye Vp soule to Heav'n there get a glorious Crowne I am too weake too vile sinne pulls me downe O my unworthynesse my shame my sinne When shall I shake thee off when when begin No wil 't not bee can I not doe the good I would must I be rul'd by flesh and blood Weepe weepe poore soule dissolve hard heart of flint Melt melt thou stony Rock teares never stint Drop Marble mount drop to a Crimson flood Sinke my sinnes in seas of penitent blood While others carelesse of celestiall health Greedie like Hell hunger for worldly wealth Preferment pride and vainely put their trust In the forbidden Pathes of tempting lust In glassie glory subtile Court behaviour In valour conquest and monarchall favour Whiles soules thus erre O thou the Lord of light Make me Heavens Champion vertues favorite Come folded Armes and you sad eyes sad heart Come soule opprest with sorrow play thy part Haste to some gloomy Grave there all alone On the greene mantled earth sigh sobbe and groane Spend precious time with sacted thoughts that beâ—â—es Heav'n in their eyes true verieâ— in their â—eares Complaine I will to Fortune not that whoâ—â— Which makes 〈◊〉 Art and pale fac'd Wisedome pooâ—â— I l'e not complaine to her but to that Ens Almighty Fortune in divinest sense Groveling on Earth for sinne I 'le cast forth groanes Sighes shall convert to Teares teares into moanes Then will I start from ground my body raise Shoote ine eyes upward against heav'n I 'le gaze Thinke on my God my God whose sacred will I have abus'd my God most just to kill Damme soule and body my rememb rance blot Out of the booke of life I that forgot In midst of all vaine joyes in temp'rate health Soule-snaring Chamb'rings lascivious stealth All-seeing Heav'n a God so greate so good The death of Iesus Christ my saviours blood Slave that I am where shall I turne mine eye Vnworthie to looke up Heav'n heare my cry Heare me Eternall Essente which hath made My soule to pray send me thy sacred aide On the bright Sun-beames of thy sweet salvation 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 draw up the dew of my devotion Mount soule upon the wings of Charity Helpe Heav'n up heart fly to Eternity Rowze like a towring Falkon in despight Of Hell and furies fly to the Makers sight Come come Lord Iesus O come thou and give Helpe to my helplessesoule I that doe live Like the distressed bird trapt in a snare Caught by a lime-twigg flying through the Aire In which distresse for comforts sweet releife Poore Innocent with wings adds woe to griefe So fares my soule striving sinnes snare to fly Trapt by deceit lives snar'd in misery My trembling conscience tells me I have beene A very fearefull finner slave to finne Of all Men most unworthy of Salvation My sinnes deserve Heavn'ns wrath hell and damnation Yet mercie mercy Lord mercy I crave Shield my sad soule from the infernall grave Strangle my growing sinnes in their beginning Demollish Lord in me custome in sinning Draw from mine eyes the vaine worlds vaine intice And ravish me with love of Paradice Busie my thoughts with vertue make me trie To live by honest meanes or let me die Pardon all idle prate sinnes rotten talke Let not my steps treade that accursed walke Which leads to lewdnesse base delights in pleasure Desire of Pompe vaine glory tottering treasure Let not my wandring eyes flame in the fire Of lust-stung lookes nor let the loose desire Of Beauties Bravery burne out mine eyes With senselesse gazing Lord make me to despise All wanton waies finnes of ill govern'd youth All wicked customes ' gainst thy sacred Truth Make me my God in hate to impure lives Kicke at that life which life of heav'n deprives Deale not Lord deale not with me as my merit Truely deserves drive out that uggly spirit Of all uncleannesse from my filthy flesh My drooping soule with sanctitie refresh Shrow'd me beneath thy sacred Countenance Give me thy servant Davids repentance The Faith of Abraham holy Jacobs strife Blest Stephens Charity chaste Iosephs life The Patience of Iob Pauls purity And soule-afflicted Peters weeping Eye With holy Teares Lord make me to reject The Sinne I impious sinner most affect O thou the King of those Eternall fires That spangles Heav'n good God grant my desires Infuse in me thy Grace or I shall stray And so become a fearefull Cast-away I that am poore weake feeble and too apt By the worlds whorish wales to be intrapt Beseech thy pardon forgive my coldnesse In serving thee pardon that damned boldnesse Let Mercy every Evening which does keepe Me from day-dangers death-resembling sleepe Be to my soule a Prayer booke to imprint Teares in mine Eyes griefe in my heart of flint Be it so Mighty Maker unto mee To me and every one make us to see And shunne sinnes custome with thy sacred wings Guard us from dangers blessed King of Kings Thou art my onely comfort in distresse Foode rayment all my cure in heavinesse My true Physitian in unruly madnesse Soule-ravishing Musicke in my deepest sadnesse When all the world forsakes me God is kind He comfort gives to my disconsolate mind O thou the Lord of Thunder Heav'n and Earth Mercifull maker thou that didst give me breath Thou that can'st muster Angells in the Skie To safeguard soules from blacke impiety Thou that dost feede and cloath and still persever To give me health be mercifull for ever Lord teach me for to prize the world at naught Vpon thy blessednesse be all my thought Take from mine eyes the vaine worlds vaine entice And rayishme with love of Paradise Blesse me each Morne and blesse me ev'ry Ev'n Blesse Wife and Children bring us all to Heav'n In thy good time and during lifes short space Grant us Lord Iesus thy abundant grace Graft thy Grace inardly in our hearts that
wee Never like straying sheepe stray Lord from thee Heare me Miraculous Majestie and give A period to my cares let me not live Frustrate of Honest meanes O send redresse Imploy my Pen keepe me from Idlenesse From all ill Company all waies unjust Sinne Satan and the Labyrinth of lust Like Ioseph Mighty Maker make me fly The tempting Bates of Beauties bravery Suffer me Worme unworthy not in vaine To call on thee let me some solace gaine Or kneele for ever happie man were I To kneele and pray and at my Prayers die To live for ever ever more to sing Glory to thee O God Heavens glorious King O you that stand on Pinacles of state Let not the World deceive you lest too late From off your slipprie height you come in thrall To pash your selves in pecces past recall Sell not faire Lordships to keepe Ladiships Nor sucke damnation from a Strumpets lips Touch not those spells of Sparta let 'em rot When Vertue lives in man lust is forgot One onely Iemme that 's all the store I have Great of that little nothing which shall crave Of Heav'ns great Ens not for my selfe alone But for thee Reader thee and every one Rarenesse of rare example and withall An everlasting skie of Grace to fall Vpon our Warre on Earth desiring Heav'n For waies on Earth are crooked all unev'n O Heav'nly Father glorious Diety Pardon O Pardon my impiety I that have imperfections on my head Past Starres in number or those sands that spread The Vast Seas bottome shall not I confesse How oft ' gainst God I desp'rately transgresse Put off Repentance still from day to day Abuse his mighty Patience still delay His dread Command and like a sencelesse sot Vnmindfull of his mercies minde them not No sooner doe I finde a good thought take me But from that vertue flesh and bloud doe shake me Forgive me O forgive me thou that art Heav'ns universall searcher cure my heart At my dull follies I le no longer winke Sorrow shall be my Pen sad teares my Incke Misery my Paper whereon I 'le write The sorrowes of my soule my youthes delight My pathes of pleasure Prodigall expences My Scarlet Crimes and all my blacke offences This Booke I 'le dedicate unto my heart My heart chiefe Actor in sinnes Tragicke part My heart unprincely Revelling within My body that Banquetting house of sinne There Chain'd to ' th Magicke Musicke of free will Riots in poyson'd pleasure lewdly ill All that belongs to th'body ev'ry part My soule alone excepted serves my heart Best pleas'd and best at ease with pleasures bane Most glad to be most bad and in that vaine Traitor to Truth each limbe a Mortall foe To worke my universall overthrow O false false heart false to thy dearest freind Wound me no more for pittle make an end I pitty thy blacke life nor can forbeare For thee to shed many a bleeding teare Thou art my foe and yet to see thee feed Fat for Hells Shambles my poore soule dosbleed Bleeds inward indiscern'd of any eye Except my God and my owne misery What shall I doe faine would I shunne the sinne My frailty most delights to wander in And yet I cannot when I strive ' gainst vice To stand most firme I 'me tript up in a trice O What a mis'ry 't is to have a minde For to be truely honest well inclinde And not to be sufferd such is the state Of my sad bleeding soule unfortunate Field honour 's but a Vapour the sound brest Puts on Church-Armour Faith and sleights the rest In Love to Vertue and true godly feare Dwells Honour not in Dart Bowe Sling or Speare Not in vaine Beauty strength the pride of Wit Presuming Riches Learning Valour Credit High Birth Nobility nor gravitie Humanity nor yet Virginity But in the humblesoule whom holy storie Speaks to maintaine God and the Gospels glory The King and Kingdomes safety Churches peace The Virgins right Widdowes and fatherlesse These are the noble steps that ever waite On Vertues Court 't is the true Prop of state Save me O save me thou Eternall terrour To damned soules I doe confesse each errour The many thousand sinnes unseene unfelt Which long too long in my hard heart have dwelt To thee to thee thou everlasting being Of an Eternall Majestie all seeing With Penitent heart I come I call I cry Pittie me wretch helpe thou all viewing eye My armes are spread come sempeternall Essence Ravish my soule come blessed Penitence Give me thousand stabbs my soule has neede Of many thousand teares then let it bleede Pierce pierce my stubborne heart make that the Inne Of Grace which yet is but the house of sinne Looke downe soule saving sacred God of Truth Forgive th'infinite follies of my youth Shield me Divinity from Sathans ginnes Lord lay not to my charge my Parents sinnes Glory of goodnesse in thy mercy heare me Let hate Revenge nor Envie ne're come neare me Let neither Pride nor hope of gaine deceive me Nor pleasure nor the want of meanes bereave me Of sence lest sencelesse wholy I despaire And so become the wretched child of Care O sacred saviour give me grace to fly Delight in sinne I beg it earnestly In all my prayers enable me to be Blessed Lord Iesus pleasting unto thee Make me to doe thy will Lord make me grow Great in thy love thou that dost truely know Of all Earths blessings unto mortalls giv'n My sole desire on Earth is Grace from Heav'n Grace to be good grace to avoide hels ginnes And grace to grieve for nothing but my sinnes So shall thy mercy ne'r forgetfull stand While I have Tongue a Pen a head a hand The Soules Sea fight EMp'rour of Angells O thou King of Starrs Man's perfect solace ' gainst sinnes bloudy warres When I behold with contemplations Eye The silver spangles of the glorious skie Me thinks in that Blew-paper-booke of Heay a I see the waies of Mortalls all Vnev'n The wretched soule of Man in ev'ry place Lives Locally in hell Wanting thy grace Temptation on temptation past controule Alures the body to betray the soule Hells Blacke-Prince Troopes of spiries ev'ry day Invades Mans Sinne-seidg-Soule Furies display Infernall Banners while the Drum of death Beates a dead March and e're I can take breath Sounds shrill Alarums hot assaults beginne The soules fierce fight muffl'd in cloudy sinne I live beset Millions of spirits round Shoot at my soule 〈◊〉 stand on no firme ground But tread on Earth as on a Ball of ice I cannot stand nor stirre for sliprie vice My Soul 's a ship tost on the mountaine seas Of this vast world she never lives at ease Her Sailes are sighes her Anchor deepe despaire Her Compasse errour her sad Pilot care Farre off from safetyes shore floates on the waves Of fearefull billowes Soule-devouting graves Rough blustring stubborne stormes yeeld no reliefe On ev'ry shrowd each Tackling hangs a griefe Death like a darke cloud besets every place Here
holy Angell send To be my guide my guard my sacred spell ' Gainst all Enchantments Witchcraft Death and Hell So shall my Anthem ev'ry Morning be Glory of Heav'n pitty O pitty me Pitty me Wretch most wretched vilely base Wanting thy sacred aide spirituall grace The onely Cure sinnes raging flames to quentch Is Aqua Lacrymarum that will stench The wounds proud pomper'd Dames delight to make On the poore soule of man make him to quake Afeard to stand on that false Rocke of Ice Idlenesse feeder of foule Carnall Vice Blacke errours cloud South Fog which rotts the mind Leapours the soule and is that Northerne winde The cause of all sinnes stormes 't is dangers floud Sinnes-surging Ocean swelling in mans bloud O Soule alluring sinne me me forsake I charge thee hence by him that made Hell quake By that Almighty One in sacred Trine All holy spells and charmes Magicke divine Sister of Angells Virgins Chastitie By that Sovle saving sacred puritie Fly from me all base thoughts be just mine eyes And be your selves hate wantons witcheries The blessing of th' Almighty Lord of Hoast The Father the Sonne and the Holy Ghost Preserve be with me now and for ever when My soule is most distrest Amen Amen The Virgins Honour I As a Child that of it selfe can doe Nothing to sheild Virginity from woe Prostrate on bended Knees with teares I fall Before thee Lord O heare on thee I call Pittie me wretch I that am in the prime Heate of my youth and the most dang'rons tyme Of all my life beseech thy heavenly aide All holy helpes Lord pitty me weake Maide Lest like the filly fly about the Flame I scortch to Cinders burne out my good name Quench quench the flames of all lewd carnall Motions Inordinate desires all loose affections Never let my soule be led away good Lord By Wanton Company that no good afford Waking or sleeping O thou King of Kings Let the safe pearefull shaddow of thy wings Be my Eternall safetie lest the mines Of Golden Snares alter my chast designes By day and night Lord let thy gracious beames Disperse all wandring thoughts all idle dreames My Chastity is a more pretious Iewell Then I can keepe let me not then be cruell To my owne soule but by the more that I In the great danger of Temptation lie So much the greater let thy grace preserve My Virgin Honour and though I deserve Thy Vengeance indignation and no favour Yet for thy Mercies sake most sacred Saviour Be thou my Advocate Lord make me free To sue in ferma pauperis under thee Angelize thou my soule to shunne the Tract Of obscene speech lew'd thought and uncleane act To thee for ever make me reconcil'd In Body and Soule chast holy undefil'd And through the operation of thy grace To spit defiance in sinnes uggly face Pleasures are poysons to this soule of mine Ther 's no true joy on Earth but what 's divine What shall I doe helpe Prince of Paradise I cannot stand nor stirre for slip'ry Vice Quicken me Lord enable me to pray Humble my Minde my Parents to obey In all their just commands and at all times Patient to beare reproofes confesse my crimes Ne're let me Lord be so depriv'd of grace To scoffe like some their Parents to their face Make me in stead of stubborne waies to grieve 'em At their most need still able to relieve ' em Increase good Heav'n the number of their dayes To speake thy glory and to sing thy prayse And if thy will e're call me to the state Of honorable wedlocke let my Mate Be such a one good God with whom I may Serve thee in peace and never goe astray Ne're let contention nurs'd 'twixt Man and Wife Disturbe the Quiet of my married life Married or Single let me ever be Fitted with Prudence pleasing unto thee Make me to shunne great God sins dang'rous shelfe That I apoore Tree barren in my selfe May Bud and beare such fruits of Faith as may My soule emparadice at the Judgement day The Single and Marrid Life SOme say the single life is single care Yet sinne still Slaves it under Sathans snare Soule-burning Beauties-brav'ry witching folly Which mads th'intemprate Braine breeds melancholly Delight in dangrous Dice Drabs drinke and Riot Sinne Theife-like robs the single life of quiet Hinders the happie Soule from being wed ' To Vertues faire Chast Honest Humble bed O what a sacred sweetnesse had it beene Had our first Parents purity shunn'd sinne Marriage that Rich immaculate Robe of honour Hadne're beene tempted then to base dishonour Lust that do's hour'ly slave the single life And shunnes the sweets of Wedlock through base strife Had ne're beene thought on then all had gone well Soules ne're had cause to feare sinne death nor hell Mariage was made for Man 't is a true Text For honour not dishonour to be vext With deadly strife adultr'ate fornication Vnruly Lust sinne-causing-separation Hell to the Bed that 's chast turning the ease Of wholsome Marriage into a disease Wedlocks great weighty worke craves sound advice Begg'd at the hands of Heav'n lest cheating Vice Puts tricks on faire beleeving honesty To cloake Biggebellies prurient renery Marriage requires a solemne Meditation Trembling resolve no sudaine affectation Vnask't of Heavn'n the mari'd life must be Vnforc'd Religious faithfull chast and free Else like Jehorams Match t will prove a curse Bad the beginning but the end farre worse Learne wisedome by this Truth be zealous Vse holy Iobs preservative be Jealous Thou that art Married over all thy waies Beauties alurement Natur 's ill spent dayes Thy trouble about wealth greifeâ— long and large Care still to get Childrens continuall charge Losses by Servants sinnes infirmity Vnquietnesse of Neighbours all do cry And cry alow the married life to be Man's ent'rance into sad calamity The Married life I fitly may compare To Heav'n or Hell unto the Earth or Ayre 'T is Heav'n where harmelesse Turtle Mates agree But Dismall Hell where Couples faithlesse be Sweet like the dainty wholsome Ayre to sense Where Man and Wife content shunne rude offence But where deepe discord rules and proud disdaine There like the gaping Tongue-tide Eath for Raine Sun-burnt with sordid Actions deeds unjust They partch to Cinders fall away to dust T is sinnes just payment whose reward is death The misery of life and scourge of breath Wisedome directs the married life to be The peacefull Embleme of true Vnitie Heav'n gives a blessing makes that love divine Where Man and Wife content draw in a Line A Wife obeying of her Husbands will Ha's the rule over him deserves no ill Love is a worthy Wife Times precious woman Lust a perfidious Harlot true to no man There is no joy on Earth that can transcend A Husband and a Wife kind to the end The carefull Husband 's honest gaines no doubt Makes the Good-wife an honest layer out A Vertuous Wife free from all lewd expence Is the Husbands joy
his Tower of defence Thus speakes the Text discretion in a Wife Make 's fatt the Husbands bones delights his life Teares Triumph VVHat 's Honour Beauty and the damaske skinne But Dirty drosse ballanc'd with teares for sinne One trickling teare for sinne gaines greater pleasure Then a whole Ocean of terrestriall treasure Many can weepe to counterfeits 't is given But to weepe truely is the gift of Heav'n Mirrour of Truth give me the sacred Raies Of divine knowledge so to spend my dayes In sighes teares prayers that my poore soule may Mount to thy glory at my latter day Happy the man whose teares adorne the place Where he do's pray that 's the true signe of grace Teares joyn'd with Prayers are triumphant Twinnes Soft waxe hot Iron to disburthen sinnes Mingle thy Prayers with teares teares soules refresh Kills all the wanton Motions of the flesh Teares humble Pride makes chast insatiate lust Malice to Mercy turnes turnes time unjust Detracting Envie into Noble pittie Dull Drunkards to be temp'rate heavenly witâ—y Converts base Avarice from the abuse Of godlesse gaine to charitable use Teares Phisicks Gluttony to live content With meane course fare makes mortalls penitent Teares lengthens yeares to Man's last day teares give Sufficient meanes conentedly to live God that beheld King Hezekiah's teares Prolong'd his dayes added full fifteene yeares Peter that thrice denide his sacred Lord Teares gain'd his pardon without speaking word O blessed Teares teares that for sinne arise Are glorious Pearles i th' Petitidaers eyes Weepe for thy sinnes poore soule 't is Heav'ns advire Teares Orient Eâ—arles purchase Paradice Shall such Soule-pleading Pearles then I pray Be flung to Swine 'mong swine be cast away Resolve me thou whose conscience never felt A teare for sinne O let thy soule but melt To penitent Pearles then then let it tell The infinite difference 'twixt Heav'n and Hel. With and without those ravishing teares the one Feeles joy free pardon but the other none Vnpittied plagnes attend the scorneful eye Ne're wet for sinne that 's endlesse misery When on the adverse part where soules bewaile Their wretched frailty God do's never faile To send releife frees them from all annoy Who sowes in teares shall reape eternall joy Teares winnes the soule to God raises it up From Earth to Heav'n drinkes deepe of mercies Cup Applies health's Plaister to the firme sicke pulse Teares with God never suffer'd a repulse Wee never weepe never devoutly cry Ne're drop a teare for finne but God stands by Puts all our Teares into his Bottle looke What saies the Psalmist are they not in thy booke Thou tell'st my wand'rings Lord put thou my teares Into thy bottle frustrate sinfull feares Teares trembles Hell pacifies Mortall strife Blotts all our sinnes out of the booke of life I le ' cry saies David to the King of Kings Prevailing teares with God performe all things God of the Spirits of all Flesh that can Rectifie soules looke on me wretched man As Holy Paul ne'r ceased for three yeares Night and day constantly to warne with teares The Elders of Miletum them to free From Sathans subtile temptings so leeme Night and day Lord forever never cease With teares to warne my warring flesh to peace True teares winne Heaven all impious thoughts controule Teares subdue Sinnes make white the spotted soule Perfumes the Body mortifies leud sence Calmes stormie cares and prove the quintessence To all our quiet no anguish no contention Troubles true teares want is ne'r thought upon Nor the worlds wide woe where a blessed teare Is shed for sinne it frights away all feare Gently allayes Earths tempest 's that arise Through times deceitfull riches beauties Eyes Lachryma nunquam patitur repulsam Mercies Miracle CHRIST'S Setting forth from 's Celestiall PALACE Lodg'd in the Virgins Wombe From that blest PLACE To th' Manger went from Marger to the Crosse From Crosse departed with his deare Blouds losse Vnto the SEIVLCHER there made all ev'n And so return'd Gloriously Home to HEAV'N To HEAV'N from whence LORD let thy SACRED FIRE GLISTER upon my SOVLE whose sole Desire Begges MERCIE for my Sinnes makes knowne to THEE THOV that hast RAVISHT ALL hast Ravisht Me. VVOnder of Angells O thou Flaming Glory Great Mercies Miracle thy Sacred story Shewes thy ne'r-failing Love it is thy love Thou Lambe of God celestiall Turtle-Dove Thy over liberall love that does restraine Sodomes just Plague which thou mightst justly raine In blew flames stormes of fire to consume Burne up this sinfull world and scortch the plume Of mortalls Pride soules wilfully misled Pamper'd with Chin-deepe Lust fullnesse of bread Man is to Man a Monster-hearted stone With God thet's mercy but with Man ther 's none God is the worlds miraculous Creater Holy just mercifull Man's glorious Maker God into hell for Pride the Divells hurld Gods Iustice drown'd Gods mercy sav'd the world God is all Eye he brings to open light The darkest deeds and secrets of the night Man's bell-bread plots against the Innocent God still contrives to 'th Authors punishment God is all goodnesse Greatnesse deare delight His anger short his mercy infinite Reade th' Everlasting Bible there you 'l finde His all abundant Excellence inclin'd To chide then smile long suffering but sure First he beginnes to strike and then to cure Drownes the rudd world for impious sinne and then Never to execute the like agen The Raine-bowe sends as a most sacred signe Of his ne'r failing mercy love divine O Mercy thy rich thought appeares to me Tymes golden spurre to quicken and make free Dull stupid spirits from their Iade-like pace Swiftly to runne Vertues celestiall race Haste soule to heav'n and thinke when thou dost faint A stately Pace too solemne for a Saint Plough through the dusty wayes the dirt and mire Of foulest sinnes temptations fiercest fire For Mercies sake Mercy makes blest the braine Curbs sinnes delight with contemplations Reine Mercies sweet thought stands the soules sacred spell ' Gainst all the Thorry Passages of hell Adam at first the second put to death The second dying gave us all new birth The Tree of good and bad and Apple gay Brought to the world to cast us all away Yet the sad Tree of shame bare fruit to save All that beleev'd from the infernall grave And as our Parents first notorious Vice Whipt them from out the joyes of Paradice So from mans crooked sinfull waies unev'n Christ entertaines us readily to heaven Thinke what a ravishing Act of love was there Figur'd toth ' life thinke thinke O Blessed Deare Soule-saving Saviour sacred Purity Ravish my soule to tell thy Charity Thou sempeternall ravishing Rose-bud Who for our sinner was sixe times dide in bloud Text in such Tragick letters as did show Men turn'd to Monsters the great debt we owe To his victorious sufferings that is Mirrour of Majestie man's only blisse Did the forgetfull wretch consider when Hell hast's him on to some hot sinne and then Finds no way left to
mischeife malice and much hate But is all excellent sweetnesse noble pitty Faire Honours soule cloath'd in humility What Eye on Earth sheads for his sinne a teare What Eare delights Heav'ns Holy Word to heare What Tongue triumphs to speake in Almighti's praise What Heart affected stands to holy waies Wer 't not for Charity she is the Queene In whom all Graces of the soule are seene Prophesies shall faile Tongues cease knowledge vanish But Charity never she from soules can banish Lust Averices and Pride with all the Rabble Of sinnes which make Men truely miserable O when we want the gift of Charitie We all are subject to impletie The Devill laies his stumbling blocks within Our waies of wickednesse our daies of sinne Lures us to strumpets such as Sampson tride To mighty Nabuchadnezers swolne pride Like Acban and Gâ—bezi daily He Tempes Man to covetuous Idolatrie Snares soules to Envie like accursed Caine To Herods Selfe-love Nabals churlishvaine Sinne heapt on sinne all those blacke soules to stifle That thinke Adult'rie sweet true love a trifle If rich Heav'n wills us from our plenteons store To yeeld Truths cherefull succour to the poore And that by sundry Statutes God commands Vpon the forfeiture of life and Lands Confirming still the poore man to have part In the Rich man's Estate if any heart Dares doubt this Truth the Scripture must denie None but an ATheist wrongs that pietie What a large extreâ—me folly 't is to see Man like the Wolfe for prey how earnestly He hunts for meanes as if the onely honie Of soule and body did consist in monle Meate drinke and cloathes Men sicke still pray for health Readie to be undone for paltry wealth Freedome and safety and with shamelesse faces Forget to begg of God spirituall Graces Many men pray but he the glory winnes That prayes to be disburthen'd of his sinnes And viewes the poore Mans labour with the eye Of sweetreliefe ther 's noble Chatitie The heart of such a man may sometimes shrinke Vnder temptations weight but never finke God makes man here Lord steward of that store He deales so chearefully among the poore Gives him the Grace to thinke when to his fight Apoore wretch comes to begge of him a mite He might have beene that begger his estate Transferr'd on him and begging at his gate Or in the streete in Ragges opprest with griefe Glad to beseech him for some poore reliefe Wealth 's the worlds Witch desir'd of most all know it Yet I have read wise Codrus a poore Poet And his Wife Procula they knew it was Farre greater happinesse their dayes to passo After long life unto aquiet end Then change their poorenesse proudly to ascend King Ninus Throne be wonder'd at and seene T' out shine Semyramis wealths wicked Queene Thus Heathens learne us Christians what to doe Greedy desire of wealth workes endlesse woe As wise Vlysses serv'd his Syren Witches Passe-by the worlds pelfe seeke celestiall Riches Be rich or poore unlesse a beast thou be Seeke Heav'nly wealth or ne're looke heav'n to see Man backward goes takes all the care he can Not to be godly first but a rich man Takes care for health long life Physicks the blood But last of all least care to become good Cleane opposite to the faire rule of Truth Truth instructs crooked Age and stiffe-neckt youth First to seeke Godlinesse Riches and health Will follow next godlinesse is great wealth What though the world frowne must we straight repine Has not Heav'n sent us reason to desine Twixt good and evill ought not thou and I Ev'ry one strive to live contentedly With our estates certaine it should be so Did not sinne blind us did we but truly know That which the world so scoffes at Poverty God onely sends to trie our honestie Or dishonestie poverty is sent For Vertues triall Vices punishment He that in peace enjoyes the quiet calmes Of flourishing plenty yet gives no Almes But like insatiate Hell greedy of more Belies his wealthy state to rob the poore Of their just Intrest disabling himselfe Base miser like to save his dirty pelfe Such falshood cries for flaming vengeance still To persecute a Wretch so vile so ill 'T is not the Rich not Poore can pleade excuse Where want of Charity speakes Man's abuse Dost thou want â—â—â—es to give Truth is thy friend Truth at all times instructs thee to extend ' Thy Almes in lib'rall manner not to pine In parting with thy pence for love divine Admitt thou art unable to disburse Least pecce of Coine yet let thy emptypurse Be full exprest in a Compassionate groane A sigh a prayer for him that makes his moane And in the Holy Name of the most High Beggs some reliefe to succour penurie God ever stands more on the givers mind Then the gift given if God but truely find A cup of water in his sacred name Given to the poore God gratifies the same The Widdowes Mite one Farthing pleased more The Lord of Heav'n then all the Rich Man's store There is no Vertue Constant without love Nor no love perfect but from Heav'ns above Witnesse Truths sacred Text Heav'ns love to Man Amply exprest in the poore Publican His humble Eyes sighes cries and bruised breast Forc'd ope the Gates of Mercy gave him rest With Spittle Clay least word that did proceed From Mercies never failing Master freed The Blind the Lame the Sicke the Dead from grave Heav'ns All-Commanding Maker all can save O let us then in holy love betake us To Christian Charity Now good God make us Gratiously willing for thy owne sweet sake That suffer'd on the Crosse made hell to quake Fashion our wills to thine Lord make us know It is our sinnes our sinnes makes God our Foe Vbi Charitas non est Caritas VERTVES PYRAMID Blest Blest O Blest Be that Divinity Three Sacred Persons GOD in Vnitie WHOSE glorious Ravishing Resurrection Restor'd us lost to Grace Oh PERFCTION Purifie thou my Soule my Heart my Minde Snatch me from Earth to Heav'n make me inclin'd Wholly to Thee All worldly Pompe despising Fixe my THOVGHTS ever On thy Blessed RISING Give MEE A Sempeternall Reverence To Thy All-glorious high Omnipotence I that am clog'd with sin and wretchednesse Desp'rate thoughts hunting after Worldlinesse Thy blest Protection crave cleare the great score Of all my foule misdeeds that I no more so great a sinner proove Lord let my strife Against my sinnes Raise mee from Death to life And from the Foote of uggly sinnes disgrace Mount mount my SOVLE to th'Pyramid of GRACE Chastitie and Lust LEwd speech strikes blushes in a Virgins face Chastity is ever the Zeale of grace â—taffe of Devotion Enemy to Lust In death true comfort the Marke of the Just Sister of Angells and the Virgin Tie Which cleaves to God gaines sweete Eternity When Lust with all her paint Curles purles pride Swelling in pompe is but a nastie Hide A most infectious foe foe to the Purse Foe to the Person