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A67822	The idea of Christian love being a translation, at the instance of Mr. Waller, of a Latin sermon upon John xiii, 34, 35, preach'd by Mr. Edward Young ... ; with a large paraphrase on Mr. Waller's poem Of divine love ; to which are added some copies of verses from that excellent poetess Mrs. Wharton, with others to her.	Young, Edward, 1641 or 2-1705.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. Of divine love.; Wharton, Anne, 1632?-1685. Poems. Selections.	1688 (1688)	Wing Y61; ESTC R14445	29,505	144

Birth indulg'd his Stay. And like Old Sime'on now he 'l go in Peace When such a Crown he to his Wishes sees In Verse's Empire as of lower Things Successors nam'd take from the present Kings And thus this Prince of Verse divides his Fame When he your Worth and Title do's proclaim While I Prometheus-like steal Fire from you To my bold Theft what Punishment is due None can of you and Waller write in Prose Yet none should do 't but whom kind Nature chose Like Icarus with borrow'd Wings I fly And with his Fate I soon extended lye I' th' Oce'an of your Praise I have been drown'd And am but floting on the Water found No signs of true Poetick Life appear But th' loss will not deserve a Lady's Tear A Lady's Tear's a Pearl of greater price Than any on the Eastern Shoars there lies But her Esteem's a Jewel far above Ev'n her own Beauty next unto her Love. To slight what 's consecrated thus by you Were both Injustice and Profaneness too Your Stamp like Caesar's Head does value give Each Line approv'd by you shall through all Ages live From Mrs. WHARTON SMall are the poor Returns which you receive For all the Pleasure which your Verses give Yet Gratitude obliges me to this Tho for your Pearls I but return you Glass This Indi'an Traffick soon will tire you quite Unless you 're pleas'd that others you delight And if your Gen'rous Thoughts I rightly guess They aim at pleasing and they have Success It is the Business and the Scope of Wit Poems are seldom for the Authors writ But for the Readers thus they labour still Like harmless Bees to serve another's Will. Whilst you I praise Words flow methinks so fast As if my working Thoughts were all in haste Your Stile I may commend whilst your unknown No breach of Modesty in this is shown Your Worth will force this Tribute from my Heart Nor can I backward be to praise Desert Mrs. WHARTON'S PARAPHRASE Upon the 103d PSALM ADvance my Soul and all thy Pow'rs incline To praise the Lord by whom those Graces shine Praise him by whom are all those Mercies giv'n Forget not him who rules both Earth and Heav'n He who forgives and heals the wounded Mind He who to Mercy ever is inclin'd Who saves thy Life and blesseth it with Food Who crowns thy Labours with abundant Good. Who makes thy Years renew and keeps thee Young Joyful as Health and as the Eagle strong The Lord who judges between wrong and right To favour the Oppress'd is his Delight He who to Moses shew'd his wond'rous Ways And Isr'el taught to magnify his Praise The Lord who alway is to Peace inclin'd Who suffers long bears with th' humble Mind Gentle and Mild unwilling yet to chide Soon he forgives long will his Anger hide Tho we offend he will not punish strait Our Sins are great before we feel their weight See how the Heav'n is far remov'd from Earth The Heav'n from which his Mercy takes its birth So far is his Compassion rais'd above The feeble Workings of a Mortal Love. Wide is the Space thrô which the lab'ring Sun From East to West his daily course doth run Yet farther from us he our Sins hath plac'd As willing to forget our Errors past Paternal Kindness still in him remains And his creating Favours he maintains With those that fear him he 'll not angry grow For he considers whence our Natures flow Who made us knows he took us from the Earth Nor much expects to find from such a Birth The same Original hath ev'ry Flower And they like us have a short glori'ous Hour But with the Winds their Glories fly away They are not Proof against a Stormy Day Nor we however high our Hopes advance Are Proof against a Blast of adverse Chance His Mercy 's lasting and our Life is frail Which makes the Lord his gracious Gifts entail On Children's Children where his Laws are known To them whose Works assent to Truths they own From Age to Age his Goodness hath been shown The mighty Lord on High hath plac'd his Throne Where he surveys the World which is his own Too weak am I to sing th' Eternal's Praise Ye Angels your Celestial Voices raise Ye who excel in Strength Wisdom and Pow'r Alas the Life of Man is as an Hour Ye that have priviledg to see and hear His wondrous Works should wondrous Works declare But yet poor Mortals who are plac'd below May forward Wills by faint Endeavours show We who are still in Danger and Alarms Who 'gainst Temptati'ons always are in Arms May yet endeavour to advance his Fame And he 'l be pleas'd while we invoke his Name Whilst all his Works his Greatness do proclaim But thou my Soul be never silent found Above the Clouds let thy loud Musick sound Let all who come to thee by thee be taught The mighty Works that by thy God are wrought TO ORINDA Upon her PARAPHRASE on the 103d PSALM sent with Verses to Himself I. IF Orpheus charm'd the Stones into a Dance He less the Pow'r of Sacred Song did shew Than fair Orinda 's felt from you Who to a Poet's Name And to be Candidate for Fame Ev'n duller me advance You like my Genius move unseen Raise me immerst in Business of the Barr My Lyre untun'd the Strings at jarr Suited unto that wrangling Scene Compose the Discords in my tuneless Mind A sudden Change I find Earth I despise and Earthly Things And now methinks I mount before the King of Kings II. He David taught to sing his Praise Warming his Heart with true Celestial Fire And you do's raise The Prophet's Steps so nigh to trace That well we may Without blaspheming say You the same Spirit do's delight t' inspire We cannot say that Prophecies are ceast God fills the pious Poets Breast Assists the Faculties and tho He dictate not the Words they write Yet gives the Sense from which they flow And when tow'rds Heav'n they rise Still with new Force supplies First rais'd them on the Wing and guides them in their Flight III. 'T is not in vain you bid the Angels sing Th' Eternal's Praise they minister to you Yours and David's Harp they string Mingle themselves with ev'ry Song Keep off the Demons hov'ring in the Air Distil themselves like Dew Of peaceful Night upon your Dreams And to the Morning keep th' Impression strong That Force which makes the Pow'rs of Hell despair Of a Diversion from your Heav'nly Theams What less than Angels can the Honour guard Of beauteous Ladies in the Flow'r of Youth Midst all the Flatt'ries of deluding Sense Teach them to value Truth And Truths Reward Before the Pomp and Show And ev'ry vain Pretence Of Pleasure here below Blest Souls in whom their Beauty thus do's prove The truest Image seen by Mortal Eye Of the Perfections of our God most High Feasting themselves and us with the Creator's Love IV. If by this help I thus can rise

about his wondring Eyes And do's with springing Joy behold Th' unsully'd Beauties on Earth's Bosom spread But as to Heav'n h●●is'd his Head And saw that Orb of Light Which shot it self into his sight Unpractis'd Reason rose above that Sphear Then whereso'ere he look'd he found The presence of a God appear Who from his Holy Seat touch'd Adah's Heart And did Devotion 's warmth impart As Phoebus's Beams from Heav'n do strike the Ground What 's for Man's Use or his Diversion here From God's meer Word and careless Fiat came But Man his Image his own Hand did frame By the Idea he is Counsel wrought Th' Effect of calm Debate and deepest Thought He fill'd his working Breast With an Etherial Flame And with the Breath of Life he had himself impress't XIV Him his Vicegerent o're the World did make And Marks of Empire in his Face And Countenance erect did place Which also Monitors might prove To mind him of his Debt to praise that Love From whence he did what e're he is partake Next to the Angels Man alone Is fit to aim at Praises due To that bless't Pow'r who from his Starry Throne Surveys and blesses what through him we doe The Birds do warble out his Praise In pretty tuneful Notes They to his Glory strain their Throats And ev'n in us an Emulation raise Yet here 't is Man alone can Tribute bring Of lasting Numbers and of weighty Thought Unto the Altars of the Heav'nly King Who will no Service pay but what sound Reason brought Angels which struggle not with Flesh and Blood To whom it is their Nature to be good Can be but what they are While Man with Reason rises by Degrees Feels with his Love his Happiness increase And still comes nigher Heav'n till he at last be there XV. Man in his better part Little inferiour to the Pow'rs Above In full Fruition of Eternal Love Upon the Wings of Thought aspires To warm himself with the bright Heav'nly Fires And with a wond'rous Art Derives from thence Some knowledg of their secret Influence By Numbers sacred Magick views The Heights and Distances which each obtain And the Directions learns to use Of Laeda's Sons and Charles his Wain On the unbeaten Paths of the tempestu'ous Main XVI But when the Lamps of Heav'n enclos'd Within the Sable Curtains of the Night Afford no friendly Light But leave him to wide Seas expos'd Thrô Nat'ral Magick then succeeding to Divine The trembling Needle proves a steddy Guide As that does to its Pole incline He finds where 's shatter'd Ship does ride Thus Love the Loadstone of alluring Love Touching the tender Heart Glides with a gentle trembling thro each part And a safe Guide to Happiness does prove Where this Magnetick Force prevails There needs no Cynosure The Passage to secure As thrô Life's troubled Seas one sails Yet no true Harbour can be found Where all the Labours of the wand'ring Soul Can with Success be crown'd Until it ever rest fixt to its radiant Pole. Mr. Waller But above all His Grace abounds in his new Favorites fall If he creates it is a World he makes If he be angry the Creation shakes From his just Wrath our guilty Parents fled He curs'd the Earth but bruis'd the Serpent's Head. Amidst the Storm his Bounty did exceed In the rich Promise of the Virgin 's Seed Paraph. XVII That Love which takes the whole Creation in Strange Paradox chiefly abounds In the new Fav'rites shameful sin When Satan first began his Rounds Without a Fall Man ne're to Heav'n could rise 'T is from the Brink of Hell we reach the Skyes Had Man in Paradise continued still He never had unhappy been His Mind had always been serene Not taken up with care to live Or any Accident to make him grieve Yet this would not have given the Soul its fill That which brought Love to dwell on Earth And from a Virgin have its glorious Birth Did justly raise our Hopes to such Degree That we may say Bliss came from Miserie The Serpent's Poyson brought the Sp'rit of Life Nor could we ever have receiv'd a Crown Unless the fatal Strife Had brought the Son of God to Raise us when w'were down Mr. Waller Tho Justice Death as Satisfaction craves Love finds a Way to pluck us from our Graves Not willing Terror should his Image move He gives a Pattern of Eternal Love. His Son descends to Treat a Peace with those Which were and must have ever been his Foes Poor he became and left his Glorious Seat To make us Humble and to make us Great His Business here was Happiness to give To those whose Malice would not let him live Paraph. XVIII God's Image planted in the Human Breast Sin had defac'd and Misery oppress 't Nor could they look for less to come Than an Eternity of Woes Who of themselves were thus become To the Almighty Pow'r perpetual Foes Yet for their sake the Darling Son Who in his Bosom equal lay Through Love prevailing on his Choice was won Here to possess an House of Clay And bear all Incidents to Mortal State. To Pescue us from our deserved Fare Man's Sin did interrupt his Bliss As by Earth's Vapours Heav'n beclouded is Nor could the Throne of Glory please With all the Happiness Above Whilst us in Sin he weltring sees An Object which might well Divine Compassion move Himself he humbled to exalt Those who lay low through their own Fault When first they did from Heav'n and Him revolt His only Bus'ness while he sojourn'd here Was Happiness to give To those who would not let him live Nor the Reproach of his unspotted Life could bear Mr. Waller Legions of Angels which he might have us'd For us resolv'd to perish he refus'd While they stood ready to prevent his loss Love took him up and nail'd him to the Cross. Immortal Love which in his Bowels raign'd That we might be by such a Love constrain'd To make Return of Love. Upon this Pole Our Duty do's and our Religion rowl To Love is to believe to hope to know 'T is an Essay a Taste of Heav'n below Paraph. XIX In vain had all the Pow'rs of Earth and Hell Against his Life conspir'd Had he the Ministry requir'd Of the bright Troop made to Attend his Will He suffered Men his Blood to spill And for their Sins a willing Sacrifice he fell When from this Vale of Miseries He might have gone directly to the Skyes And th' utmost Regions of Eternal Day Love nail'd him to the Cross stop't him by the way Shall not such Love as this constrain To make Return of Love again Was Love for Love ever a Pain And shall our Saviour Love and dye for us in vain Hard-hearted Man who when his Duty lies In ans'ering Nature's most delightful Tyes Cannot be soft enough to Love and to be wise Love is the whole of Man 'T is Faith 't is Hope 't is Knowledg too 'T is an Essay of Heav'n below

the Earthly Dreggs away Which would ferment within Making us eager with tumult'ous Sin Which brings our fretting Bodies to decay Debauches more destructive far Than livid Plague or bloody War In every Nation sway Tho Hercules might Monsters quell And the Augoean Stables clean From horrid Filth and Beasts obscene His Labours were much more confin'd Than Love's whose Task is all Mankind The Place less foul Monsters less fell Than what Love cleanses and subdues in Humane Mind Mr. Waller Impendent Death and Guilt that threatens Hell Are dreadful Guests which here with Mortals dwell And a vext Conscience mingling with their Joy Thoughts of Dispair do's their whole Life annoy But Love appearing all those Terrors fly We live contented and contented dye They in whose Breast this Sacred Love has place Death as a Passage to their Joy embrace Paraph. XXVI When the first Clouds o're Human Mind were spread And Vapours from the Earth press't Love Divine Which kept with Innocence a constant shine Man's humble Confidence and Courage fled Darkness and Terror seiz'd his Soul He felt within a gnawing Pain An Omen and an Earnest too Of Death and that ensuing Woe In which he must for ever rowl If Love resign him to a worse controul Leaving his rav'nous Lusts to raign Yet all the Anguish and Dispair Which here the Wretches Entrails tear But a faint prospect show Of what for him hereafter must remain All other Comforts do with Love retire 'T is that which keeps our Spirits up And sweetens the most bitter Cup And did not Grace renew its Fire After Man's Fall all Travellers Below would tire Nor can they mount Above But on the Wings of Love That do's with Comforts here supply And carry's us to Heaven when we dye Whither we oft before in Flames of Love did fly Mr. Waller Clouds and thick Vapours which obscure the Day The Sun 's Victor'ous Beams may chase away Those which our Life corrupt and darken Love The Nobler Star must from the Soul remove Spots are observ'd in that which bounds the Year This brighter Sun moves in a boundless Sphere Of Heav'n the Joy the Glory and the Light Shines among Angels and admits no Night Paraph. XXVII As the Sun Vapours Love do's us exhale Do's by Degrees refine And make us all Divine Melting away what e're was frail That which at first was cloud And did the Lightsome Body shroud Will turn into that active Orb Which never leaves its course till it the whole absorb Whatever Spots may in that Sun appear Which guides the Day and bounds the Year The Sun of Love in Heav'n its Sphere Is with unblemish'd Lustre bright It here but a weak Twilight keeps And Day through Cloudy Curtains peeps What thought can reach those Raptures of Delight Which do those blessed Souls await Who freed from every Earthly weight And all the Seeds of dull Mortality In an Eternal Sunshine lye Under great Love's transforming Eye Which works their Bodies to a Spirit'al Frame And guilds them over with that Flame Which do's th' Angelique Host array That Joy that Glory that perpetual Day Of which an adequate Ideae were Ev'n Heav'n it self Below Do's from the Beatifick Vision flow Of Everlasting Love smiling from 's Starry Chair Mr. Waller This Iron Age so fradulent and bold Touch'd with this Love would be an Age of Gold Not as they faign'd that Oaks should Honey drop Or Land neglected bear an unsown Crop. Paraph. XXVIII This Iron Age the very Dross of Time Love would with alterative touch sublime And bring again the Golden Prime Not such as lazy Poets idly feign In Phlegmatick Old Saturn's Raign While Nature prodigal o' th' beaut'ous store Requir'd no Courtship to unlock her Heart But like a Prostitute and easy Whore Did to each Comer all her Wealth impart But tho Dame Nature's more reserv'd and coy And looks for Labour and the utmost Care Of them who would her Favours share And many after all cannot the least enjoy Love which diffus'd is Charity Would all Mankind supply While he who did successful prove And here Success is all Be'ing taught Humanity by God-like Love Would think himself bound to divide To them whose Needs did call As much as to prevent his own Child's fall A Plank cast out to sinking Men Bore down ill Fortune's unresisted Tide With a rich Lading do's return agen What solid Joy what sober Pride From a good Act effective springs Nor Field nor Traffick such Improvement brings A charitable Man 's a God Below And with his raised Head do's touch the Sky While others turn'd to Beasts of Prey Upon the Ground in wait for Mischief lye Nor Pleasures more exalted know Than what a Wolf enjoys tearing a bleating Stray Mr. Waller Love would make all things easy safe and cheap None for himself would either Sow of Reap Our ready Help and Mutual Love would yeild A nobler Harvest than the richest Feild Famine and Dearth confin'd to certain parts Extended are by barrenness of Hearts Some pine for Want where others Surfeit now But then we should the use of Plenty know Love would betwixt the Rich and Needy stand And spread Heav'ns Bounty with an equal Hand At once the Givers and Receivers bless Encrease their Joy and make their Suff'rings less Paraph. XXIX 'T was want of Love which first gave price to Gold When they to whom kind Heav'n did lend More than their Families could spend And of the Overplus its Steward 's made The Sacred Trust betray'd And what they should distribute basely sold. This put the Scepter into Fortune's Hand And she who was despis'd before By Man's consent a Crown Imperi'al wore With Life and Death put under her Command Her Frown gave Ruin to whole Families Without her Favour none could rise While Men might takeout of the common Store And no Man treasur'd for himself alone Nor ought beyond his Needs esteem'd his own None were unfortunate or poor Nature is bountiful Man is not so But when her flatt'ning Streams would flow Enriching all the Plains below Men with their Damns divert her Course And into narrow Bounds diffusive Nature force XXX All things would easy be and cheap Did Love the Key of the great Store-house keep If here the Earth deceive the Lab'rers Toil Another meets with more returning Soil Famine and Dearth never from Nature came She always gave enough for all If to engrossing Hands it fall 'T is not the barren Land but barren Heart Which ought to bear the blame The Heart where Love did never shine Or one compassio'nating Ray impart Love would not suffer some for Want to pine While others Surfeit with excess And turn into a Curse what was ordain'd to bless Love like a Fav'rite Minister of Heav'n That ne're to execute its Wrath was sent But many 'a threatning Vial did prevent With Pow'r Divine of Blessing giv'n Betwixt the Scramblers of the Earth would stand And spread its Riches with an equal Hand He whose