Did hazard drowning in a flood of wine This sawce-mouth'd Fury made the Jews despise Angelick Manna and the land not prize VVhich was a type of New Jerusalem Yet promised to undeserving them VVho Onions and Garlick rather crav'd VVith Egypts flesh-pots where they were inslav'd And which sad Kingdoms thraldom they knew well Prefigur'd typically that of Hell But sure had they return'd as they did wish Their faith their food had been nor flesh nor fish She is amongst the sins of Sodom nam'd VVhence fire sulphurious down from heaven flam'd And pulverated in a trice of time The choisest Cities in that pleasant clime Thence chas'd by vengeance fled she to a Cave And tempted heedless Lot to play the knave VVith both his Daughters so in lust to burn As if those warnings could not serve his turn This longing quean made cursed Esau sell Birthright and blessing for red broth and hell Thousands of Philistins she once did seize And gave Judge Sampson his last Writ of Ease This mal-companion made the Levite play The boon-companion by the hour and day So long at Bethle'm-Judah that it cost Sixty five thousand souldiers lives all lost Of Jacob's seed for this the ground we find That him in Gibeah to lodge inclin'd Whence a whole tribe of babes and women fell Sacrific'd to the sword yea some to Hell She made the good old Eli's sons profane Their sacred Priesthood by their rost-meat ta'n The fat not offred for which villany God ruin'd them and their posterity She made rich Nabal churlish to his friend And his Protector which became his end And ended had all his had not his wife Su'd out their pardon and compos'd the strife She wrought incestuous Amnon's drunken death Who drank so deep a draught he lost his breath For his revengeful brother chose that time To punish that and his fore-passed crime Whose foul revenge vengeance divine repay'd VVhen by his Feast at Hebron he had lay'd A plot of parricide so feasting chear Sent both the brothers none but God knows where T was David's second sin that him nigh sunk Who fresh himself was in Uriah drunk And thirsty after took the poor man's blood VVho still to him had faithful been and good She lost King Ela's Crown and life whereby Zimri destroy'd the royal family And though no famed singer his shrill throat Did above Ela sing a high-strain'd note When at Samaria's siege proud Benhadad Thirty two Kings auxiliaries had Though a most slighted force did them oppose The Pot his Kinglings him and all o'erthrows So serv'd she Babylonish Baltazar Who thought himself another god of War And the besiegers though stout souldiers slighted Drank drunk the while in scorn until affrighted With Manuscript Divine he quak'd amain And that same night was by the souldiers slain And Babylon the glory of the world Had her raz'd walls into Euphrates hurl'd Nor can I think but drink and drunken fellows As well as pride made Haman build those gallows Whereon himself was hang'd for I presume Such feasting and so much strong drink did fume Into his brains and plots infus'd whereby It ruin'd him and his posterity 'T was meerly feasting drink and lust misled The Tetrarch to cut off the Baptist's head Whom he before had lov'd at least for fashion One feast provok'd him to his decollation Oh if I could but call up Dives here Who day by day did feast on royal chear Whose paunch with most delicious wine did swell Yet begg'd a drop of water for 't in Hell And beg it may yet ne'er obtain the grace To have that comfort in so sad a place Sure he would howl and roar and rave and cry Against this sin and would us terrifie With exclamations in dispraise of that Which most in fact commend but pray for what Truly I know not saving to bring gains To Vintners Ale-wiâ—es Drawers Chamberlains To Tapsters Brewers Bakers Butchers Cooks And those who when the plague reigns play the Rooks The Sextons Bearers and the Pest-attenders And those who are to Physick's art pretenders Doctors Apothecaries Mountebanks Quack-salvers Surgeons and those of their ranks That live by our diseases Politicians May sometimes gain thereby and poor Musitians Anglicè fidlers both which make a trade To undo any so themselves be made Clomers and Glass-men likewise reap fair gain When juggs and glasses are in battel slain Yea Scavengers get no small profit by it And gold-finders who semi-deifie it 'T is their Diana much sweet work it finds them And oft of Bacchus and Tabacco minds them Without which they are not nor can be well Whilst here on earth whatere they be in Hell Full paunch full pate and then all 's well for this Their esse and their bene esse is Oh how perverse is man On whom the Lord Reason conferred hath yea his pure word That reason to illuminate and shew What paths he follow should and what eschew Precept on precept for his rule of life And yet the beasts to stray not half so rife Who have but naked sence to be their guide Behold they in their Makers rules abide According to their kind more strict then we Which if arightly scann'd we soon may see They have more moderation in the use Of creatures gustable and less abuse Those gifts by far then man for where one beast Doth stupifie its sence with drink at least A hundred men and women too do so Yea stupifie both sence and reason too If hogs or such more greedy creatures hap Themselves by too much drinking to intrap They 'l mostly be more wary next but we The oft'ner drunk more eager drunk to be And oft when drunkenness our thirst hath bred We by that thirst to drunkenness are led Strange piece of witch craft reason so to fool To put her back again to sence to school We work against our selves a kind of treason When sensuality oâ—ercometh reason Is reason fighting fancy foil'd by it It shews our want of grace more then of wit For our in-nate corruption wrought in us Our wills and judgements both preposterous And opposite to Gods most holy will Who never willeth any thing that 's ill Nor can we will what 's other unless he Assistant to us by his Spirit be Oh! who would think such waywardness should dwell In any Creatute that 's on this side Hell Lord of a truth that place for us is fit Did not thy boundless mercy hinder it Proceed O God so to prevent it still And frame us hearts according to thy will Most holy pure and clean void of pollution Of flesh or spirit hating prostitution Of us unto our wills impure wild passions Charming affections brutish inclinations Unto excess and drunkenness whereby We quite deface that prime Divinity Thy smage stampt upon our souls of old And take the Devils impress of whose fold We hereby do profess our selves and go From our souls faithful shepherd to his foe Whence come Diseases Fevers Dropsies Gouts Consumptions and
To charm our fancies and besot our reason And make our selves against our selves work treason Nor have we in our selves pow'r to resist Her winning wiles noâ— from her love desist That pow'r supernal is O dearest Lord Grant us this pow'r thy help to us afford Then shall we force thy greatest Foe to yeild And make our temptingst sin forsake the field An Epigram on the same THe Devil 's a Witch our Proverb tells us thus But Sin 's the Witch that witch'd both Him and Us. Him past all cure but We may cured be If we by faith can Jâ—sus feel and see Great God assist us and it shall suffice For we must have from Thee both hands and eyes Pride the Seed of Sin GReat fall of Men and Angels Heavens hate Wert thou as good as thou art seeming great Thou would'st the fairest Vertue be of many But art the most deformed Vice of any Scorn of all good a bastard mungrel Evil Begot betwixt relapsing Man and Devil Though both quâ tales thy own creatures be Begetters of and yet begot by thee A monstrous spawn of Incest sp'ritual That Viper-like hadst life from parents fall And yet thou vaunt'st boasting thy birth and blood When no progenitor of thine was good Surpassest in thy self-conceit by odds Those humbler souls descended from the gods Whose most heroick race and princely birth Farther transcendeth thine then heaven doth earth Bold Queen of Vices thou ledst on the Van Of that Black Regiment that foiled Man Under Gods elbow by the Prince of Hell Lucifer thy Lieutenant Colonel Under the subtile Serpents shape disguis'd Thereby presuming to make man despis'd In his Creators eyes for evermore VVhose Mercie sent his Son to clear that score VVho brake the Serpents head thy daring skill Did legions of sacred Angels fill VVith God-unthroning plots whereby they fell To all eternity cast down to Hell The glory of thy conquests yet thy gain Appears but small for they subdu'd again Thee their subduer and have forc't thee since To act in service of their direful Prince Who by Self-merit and Presumption Thy fatal Daughters hath more souls drawn on In everlasting-fire-chains to be ti'd Then by all other sins and sâ—…res beside Mother of Antichrist thou first set'st on The founding of Mysterious Babylon The Beast is but thy Creature and the Whore Thy eldest unmach't Daughter I therefore A Mate will motion to her though a mad one Yet not unfit it is the great Abaddon Who shortly will to her a Kingdom give Wherein though dying she shall ever live For here her time is short as I compute And will be found so without all dispute Therefore translate her hence unto the place Before all worlds prepared for her was It is her portion Oh detain it not Do her no wrong but let her have her lot And then the Lord of Life shall rule again And under him his humble Saints shall reign Amen Lord Jesus haste it on for lo The whole Creation groans to have it so The Angels Saints and Martyrs cry aloud To have thy vengeance poured on the proud For of all sins that bar poor man from bliss To Them and Thee Pride the most hateful is None doth in Man thy Image more deface Nor any makes us in thy sight so base VVhat Necromantick Philter us hath charm'd And both of sense and reason so disarm'd That we should glory in our greatest shame Our Fig-leaf cloathes do but our fall proclaim VVas that worth boasting of Then thy gains scan Proud prinking pranking prating parret man And brag on spare not kneaded lump of clay Thy seal'd damnation 't will at last display Handful of dust coagulate short span Of putri'd earth such art thou proudest man Thou vaunt'st of thy descent and may'st do 't well Never was greater then from heav'n to hell Thy pedigree I 'll shew I dare aver To be Angelick from great Lucifer Thy parts and gifts of body and of soul Are fair and comely but pride makes them foul Thou aimst at great atchievments buildst high hopes Sand-founded structures On whose towring tops Are batt'ries rais'd against the walls of Heav'n But all thy Cannon-shot of force bereav'n Retort from those unpierced edifices Upon thy self and so thy fond devices Are self-crush't And what self not ruinates Death briefly seizeth and annihilates Proud fool go rake great Alexander's dust The ashes of those Hero's whose meer lust Their pow'r transform'd to law whose very word Made Empires tremble whose devasting sword Made seas of blood and robb'd the lands of breath Divorcing souls from bodies by grim death And see how calm they are how voyd of pride As if all Histories had them bely'd Draw neerer home and open late-made tombs Of thy progenitors within whose wombs Their nigh-corrupted flesh sends forth a stink Which thou abhorr'st to smell yea loath'st to think How noysom 't is And tell O tell me then If there be reason for such pride in men Dost thou their flesh-devested bones there see Such Skeleton be sure thy self shall be If not by providence to worse ordain'd For worse corruption many have sustain'd And truth to say most proper 't were for thee Should thy dead corpse by fowls devoured be Who living in self-thoughts didst soar on high And so when dead on others wings shalt fly Pride is Lust's Bawd Broker to Avarice Mother of Envy and each hateful Vice Excesses Vintner Brewer Cook and Baker The Souldiers and the Lawyers Cavil-Maker Ambitious Engineer Wars shoo-horn so Were't not for Pride souldiers might bare-foot go VVho now march booted to advance the shew Of her vain-glorious self-conceited Crew Shoo-makers Haberdashers Jewellers VVith Lapidaries Goldsmiths Pewterers Cutlers and Armourers all sorts of Drapers Fencers and Fidlers Dancers cutting capers Those that make Buttons Bandstrings Tires and Borders Teeth Eyes and Periwigs and mend disorders In ugly Faces with a countless number Of other Trades who us with changes cumber Chameleon Dyers who by Art do vary Their colours to the same that others carry Attend her train all plague-sick of the Fashion Led on by Taylors pest of English Nation VVhose Proteus-like changing quite out-braves In mutability the Moon and VVaves VVho Frenchifie our men and women so That who are English we can hardly know VVho a new Fashion do affect so well They 'l have it though they knew it came from Hell Did they the Dev'l in Uncouth Habit spie They 'ld sue for his Old Suit to cut New by These are which I think cannot be deny'd Gentlemen-Ushers to the Devil and Pride A Letany to beg deliverance From these were very fit Here and in France VVhich two fond Nations they have stultifi'd This last-past Age more then the world beside Pride would fear banishment if they should fall VVho are supporters of her Devil and all I think few wise men deem this censure hard If Laws were mended Taylours would be marr'd And women made more wise and poor men too VVho now betwixt them
faith meek Abel off'red sacrifice More excellent and pleasing in God's eyes Then Cain's his elder brother Enoch's faith Caus'd his translation that he saw not death By faith did Noah warn'd the Ark prepare Wherein he and his houshold saved were By faith the faithful's father Ur forsook And to an unknown place himself betook By faith he and his seed did sojourn there In a strange land their Tabernacles were By faith old Sarah Issue did receive And quite past age had strength seed to conceive By faith tri'd Abram Isaac offered Accounting God could raise him from the dead That Isaac blessed his two sons hereby And Jacob Joseph's sons when he did die By faith departing Joseph mention made That Isr'el out of Aegypt should evade By faith was new-born Moses three months hid And when he came to yeers refuse he did The Title of King Pharao's daughter 's son And rather chose to bear affliction With God's poor Israel then for a season Sin 's pleasure to enjoy faith was his reason Hereby he Aegypt left Passover kept And sprinkling blood lest he should them have swept Who the first-born destroy'd By this they post Through Red-Sea dry-shod while th' Aegyptian Host The like assaying were o'erwhelmed all By Faith the Walls of Jericho did fall And Rahab saved was But should I tell Of Gideon Barak Sampson Samuel Jephta and David of the Prophets all Whom faith to do or suffer forth did call Whose faith wrought righteousness Kingdoms subdu'd Obtained promises and stop'd the rude And savage Lyons mouths and quencht fierce fire Escap'd the sword made weakness to aspire To be most strong wax'd valiant in fight And turned Aliens Armies all to flight How women have their dead reviv'd receiv'd And others tortur'd would not be reliev'd With the unnumbred wonders faith hath wrought Unparallel'd and passing humane thought Time would me fail for no tongue can express Faith's famous miracles were they much less Whose all-subduing pow'r none can resist She makes th' Almighty God do what she list For if faith as a grain of mustard-seed Can Mountains move as in truth's word we read None can imagine any thing is hard To a firm faith from sinful doubt debarr'd Faith is the clew that in earths pilgrimage Convey's the Lord's elected heritage Through the world's labyrinth and brings them home Unto the King of glorie 's presence-room She is the souls perspective glass whereby She spies what friends or foes in kenning lye If Pyrates cross us or we victual want Faith 's both our ammunition and provant She is the winde that drives the needle card And Pilot that directs she is our guard Nay she 's our Sun by day our Moon by night Our Star that brings us to our Saviours sight Next whom she 's all in all to those that sail For Bliss-port and without her all must sail Epigram on Faith MY soul thou' rt bliss-ward bound make faith thy friend Eternal bliss is at her fingers end He that the same bestows is in her eye who 'll cease to be as soon as her deny Stupendious wonder God should stoop so low As to be creature-rul'd yet I will show True reason for 't and briefly that is this It is his will whose will true reason is Hope FIrm Anchor of our souls that moar'st them fast Unto the sacred Rock when thou art cast On what side ere thou fall'st thou hold fast tak'st And in that adamant impression mak'st When our weak faith's Sun-beams eclipsed are We sail by thee alone our only Star In those dark obfuscations which sometimes Becloud the best at sight of their high crimes Which interpose a foggie mist between Our faith 's dim'd eyes and Christ and like a screen Repel the light and heat that should proceed From his bright Rayes unto our souls in need Then thou our Pilot ready art at hand When we are toss'd in deeps to drive to land Thou art the Master's Mate though faith be chief And in her absent actings yeeld'st relief When she 's asleep or else unactive grown And we upon the quick-sands well-nigh thrown Thou bring'st assistance with thy gentle gale That we a while may with a by-wind sail Till faith do re-enliven and recover Until her soporif'rous fit be over When she awakes and wash'th her spethom'd eyes In Penitences laver thou dost rise And succour her enfeebled arm and hand Depriv'd of their late holdfast thou dost stand And her support who if thou wert not nigh Would languish in those fainting fits and die VVhen Faith is mir'd in pudly sink of sin And tired quite thou wad'st through thick and thin To draw her out rub'st her benummed limbs Till by regain'd agility she climbs And tow'rs aloft and tramples down her foes And conquers all the pow'rs that her oppose In sad desertions when the wounded soul Studie's by art to make her fair parts foul Hope gently wipes her spots and rins'th her eyes That she may clearer view the mysteries Of love Divine and not despair to cry For mercy which she else would do and die Hope in our souls a kind of being gains Ere saving Faith can act and this restrains New Faith from failing whence she term'd may be Her elder grace without absurdity And though Plerophory which some attain Seem hope needless to make when that they gain She 's needful still and fades not till fruition Of what is hoped then shall blessed vision Withal determine faith when she shall see What she believ'd and thence both useless be When doubts and fears which here them both annoy'd â—hall be discuss'd and quell'd by bliss enjoy'd â—in's sting envenom'd quite extracted be And death be swallow'd up in victory Then necessary uselesness attends Them both when they have both attain'd their ends â—aith Hope and Charity may well be call'd â— Christian 's tria Omnia and install'd â—he Princesses of other gifts and graces â—nd in Christ's Church rightly supply the places â—o Sulphur Salt and Mercury alotted â—… nature's schools by those whom Art besotted â—he three chief corner-stones in Sion's wall â—emove but these and you will ruine all â—ea rob a man of hope faith soon will die â—nd so will everlasting Charity â— hope surcease soon by degrees expire â—…r hope of all the three keep in the fire â—…e gains them life and heat and them inflames â—ith Zeal Divine the surging waves she tames â—hich in the storms of passions or affections â—f Spir'tual or temporal afflictions â—nd perturbations them would overwhelm â—…d she not steer their course and sit at Helm â— sacred hope steer on our course aright â—…rough this dark vale of tears in darkest night â—hilst faith is hood-winkt Charity inchill'd â—… other graces dead thou only skill'd â—… give sight heat and life unto them all â—…lp hope at need dear God or else we fall Who dying we shall live thy face to see And to enjoy and be enjoy'd by thee Epigram on Hope WEak faith's chief crutch deserted soul's sole prop Charities