poysons to this Soule of mine * There 's no true Ioy on earth but what 's diuine Lord teach me for to prize this world at naught Vpon thy Blessednesse be all my thought * Make me my God in hate to impure liues * Kicke at that Life which Life of Heau'n depriues Make me to feele those wonted holy fires Which rapt my soule in sanctifide desires Rauisht all sense and with admir'd amaze Expos'd me to that blessed burning blaze Of glorious contemplation thoughts diuine Then like Heauens Tapers in my Soule did shine Simile But now that Glory failes my soule hath seru'd Folly so long 't is readie to be steru'd Darke sinnes desire hath dimm'd the Christall sight Of Meditation turn'd my Day to Night To dismall Night where onely I may see My selfe alone stand like a desolate Tree Forsaken of all her Leaues the Fruite dead And eu'ry Branch of comfort withered Naked performance of Heauens sacred Word Pulls Hell on me Me thinkes the flaming sword Of Gods iust vengeance houer's o're my head Th' Element burnes Simile the starres like molten Lead Threaten destruction while distressed I Like a condemned wretch sentenc'd to die Stand quaking at the Horrour dreadfull woe Shiuers my sinfull soule What shall I doe Pitty me King of Thunder Heau'n and Earth Mercifull Maker thou that didst giue me Birth Thou that canst muster Angels in the skie To safegard soules from blacke impietie Thou that dost feede and clothe and still perseuer To giue me Health be mercifull for euer I that am poore weake feeble and too apt By the worlds whorish wayes to be entrapt I that am slothfull dull and negligent Vnmindfull of thy dread Commandement Beseech thy pardon forgiue my coldnesse In seruing thee pardon that sinfull boldnesse Pardon all idle prate sinnes rotten talke Let not my steppes tread that accursed walke Which leades to lewdnesse base delight in Pleasure Desire of Pompe Vaine-glory Tott'ring Treasure Deale not O deale not with me as my merit Truely deserues driue out the vggly spirit Of all vncleannesse from my filthy flesh My drooping soule with sanctitie refresh Shrowd me beneath thy sacred Countenance Giue me thy Seruant Dauids Repentance The Patiency of Job Paul's Puritie And soule-afflicted Peters weeping eye With holy Teares Lord make me to reiect The sinne I sinne-sicke sinner most affect Heare me Miraculous Maiestie and giue A Period to my cares let me not liue Frustrate of heau'nly thoughts O send redresse Thou bidst me write keepe me from Idlenesse From all ill Company All waies vniust Sinne Satan and the Laborynth of Lust Simile * Like Joseph Mighty Maker make me fly * The tempting Baites of Beauties burning Eye * Diuert my sad distressed soule from vice * And Rauish me with loue of Paradice * Let not my wand'ring Eyes swimme in the fire * Of Lust-stung lookes nor let the loose desire * Of womans naked Paps burne out mine Eyes * With sencelesse gazing make me to despise * All base desires sinnes of ill-gouern'd youth * All wicked Customes gainst thy sacred Truth Suffer me Worme vnworthy not in vaine To call on thee let me some comfort gaine Or kneele for euer happie man were I To kneele and pray and praying thus to die My Armes are spread come sempeternall Essence Rauish my soule come blessed penitence Giue me a thousand stabs my soule has need Of many thousand Teares then let it bleed Pierce pierce my stubborne Heart make that the Inne Of Grace which yet is but the house of sinne At my dull follies I 'le no longer wincke Sorrow shall be my Pen sad Teares my Incke Misery my Paper whereon I 'le write The sorrowes of my soule my Youth's delight My Paths of Pleasure prodigall expences My scarlet Crimes and all my blacke offences This Booke I 'le Dedicate vnto my Heart My Heart chiefe Actor in sinnes Tragicke part My Heart vnprincely Reuelling within My Body that Banquetting House of sinne There chain'd to th' Magicke Musicke of free-will Riots in poyson'd pleasures lewdly ill All that belongs to th' Body eu'ry part My soule alone excepted serues 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 Limme a Mortall Foe To worke my vniuersall ouerthrow And to that end with rude insatiate eyes Runne all a whoring after vanities Soule-damning Banquets Pompe bewitching ioy Forsake eternall Glory for a Toy Debarring hope of Heau'n and sweete Saluation For moment pleasure licorish damnation O false false Heart false to thy dearest friend Wound me no more for pittie make an End I pittie 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 do's bleed Bleeds inward vndiscern'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 striue gainst vice To stand most firme I 'me tript vp in a trice * Oh what a misery 't is to haue a minde * For to be truly honest well inclinde * And not to be suffer'd such is the state * Of my sad bleeding soule vnfortunate Poore soule that liues like Fortunes foot-ball tost In hazard eu'ry minute to be lost As is the ship 'mong Rocks Simile steerd by the skill Of an imperfect Pilats desp'rate will Which like a fruitlesse naught respected fly Simile Carelesse of danger paine or misery Cutting the Ayre flies at selfe-will so fast Till in the Spiders web 't is caught at last So pleasure soothing pleasure doth beguile The sinfull Body with her couert guile Being the onely cause when life for breath During her short space vainly striues gainst death Then like a mast-lesse Barke in stormy weather Simile The soule driues vp downe it knowes not whether At last for life misse-led sinnes that excell Body and soule at once Iumpe into Hell * O thou the King of those eternall fires * Which spangle Heauen good God grant my desires * Infuse in me thy Grace or I shall stray * And so become a fearefull Cast-away * Helpe or I sinke belowe the lowe degree * Of sinnes extreamest infelicitie * Come come Lord Iesus O come thou and giue * Helpe to my helplesse soule I that doe liue Simile Like the distressed Bird trapt in a Snare Caught by a lime-twig flying from the Ayre In which distresse for comforts sweete reliefe Poore Innocent with wings adds woe to griefe So fares my soule striuing sinnes snare to fly Forc'd by deceit liues snar'd in penury Accompaned with comfortlesse despaire With sobs and grones and selfe-consuming care In Sable sorrow sits there sighs and mournes Simile Wastes and consumes like a spent Taper burnes Onely for a slash ready to goe out With multitude of sinnes circl'd about The very thought do's shake me and
bloody Crucifixe Simile * Satan and Death like sawcie serieants went * To seize on him to sheere that Innocent * Blest Lambe of God But he who was to saue * All that belieu'd they had no power to shaue * His Patience Death and Diuels force did quell * He tooke the Great Leuiathan of Hell * With the hooke of his Crosse made him his slaue * Captiu'd the Diuell and subdued the Graue Simile * Like a long lookt for Booke Christ in the Presse Was kept to come in Print forth for to blesse * Our soules with that Saluation which do's giue * New Life whereby Eternally wee liue INRI Suffer'dst the Crowne of Thornes t'empale thy Braine The Key of Heauen Which downe thy Checkes forc'd showres of Bloud to raine Suffer'dst the piercing LAVNCE that like a FLOVD Sluc'd from thy wounded Side thy pretious BLOVD Nayl'd to the Crosse there CHRIST lost Soules to winne Suffer'd the World 's huge pond'rous weight of Sinne. Deare Sauiour sweet sweet was thy deare Compassion Dearely exprest in that most bitter PASSION When whipt and scourg'd thou mildly suffer'dst all Blowes Buffets Blasphemies VIN'GER and GALL Insulting Foes Reproach Mockes Scoffings Scorne Thy SINEWES to be Rackt thy BODY Torne Heau'ns Wrath Hel's Rage On CHRIST all Torments fell To saue our Soules frō those blew flames in Hell At which th' amazed EARTH with horrour shooke Darkenesse possest the WORLD Day Light forsooke INRI CAN muddie Mortals minde their Actuall EVILLS And not Christs SVFF'RINGS Such resemble Deuils HAPPY the MAN whose sacred SOVLE is bent FOR Christ's ENDVRINGS firmely to REPENT What Tongue What Pen Not all Man's Wit can tell CHRIST'S Torments they exceeded paines in Hell Her wonted course the Sunne obscur'd his Light At Death of IESVS CHRIST that bloudy sight Made HELL to quake Diuels with Admiration Tremble to see the Cause of MANS Saluation Oh the rich thought strike strike amazing Thunder Shake Natures Frame this impious Age with wonder And all for MAN Ingratefull wretched MAN Are we not bound to loue and feare Him than O yes to spend whole houres dayes months yeares In true Repentant Showres and Flouds of Teares Blest Blest O Blest Be that Diuinity The PYRAMID OF Paradice Three Sacred Persons GOD in Vnitie WHOSE glorious Rauishing Resurrection Restor'd Vs lost to Grace Oh PERFECTION Purifie thou my Soule my Heart my Minde Snatch mee from Earth to Heau'n make mee inclin'd Wholy to Thee All worldly Pompe despising Fixe my THOVGHTS euer On thy Blessed RISING Giue MEE A Sempeternall Reuerence To Thy ALL-glorious high Omnipotence I that am clog'd with sin wretchednesse Desp'rate thoughts hunting after Worldlinesse Thy Blest Protection craue cleare the great score Of all my fowle misdeeds that I no more So great a Sinner prooue Lord let my strife Against my sinnes Raise me from Death to Life And from the Foote of vggly sinnes disgrace Mount mount my SOVLE to th' Pyramid of Grace Did each one truely know the true delight Wherein the wise contemplate Heau'ns rich sight 'T would fright th' excessiue sinners God-lesse face Make him as in a Glasse see his disgrace Teare op'e his eyes that all amaz'd with horrour Trembling he may behold with dreadfull terrour A guard of Furies sucking at his soule That he may see his sinnes horrid and foule Liue as in sulphurous flames discerne his Euill See the fierce Deuill and cease to be a Deuill Cease from damnations Heire licentious life Cease from extreames in sinne soule-murdring strife Abhorre to studie state with greater Zeale Then Zeale to Heau'n or the soules Common-weale Abhorre with solemne Oathes periur'd to teare And racke the Name of Christ dreadlesse of feare Wounding afresh with trembling feare I write Wonder of Angels that great God of Light His wounds with Othes of wounds flesh bloud hart Horrour of darkenesse O blaspheming part Too too much vs'd 'mong God-lesse soules who still Infinite good pay with infinite ill As if no thought remain'd of future good No teares for him that shed his pretious bloud But as the comely Actor Simile whose faire part Vpon the stage presents an honest heart For two houres space a Vertuous Noble Minde His Sceane expir'd basely to vice inclinde Drinke Drabs and Oathes making no other vse With his faire Part but with excesse abuse * O you that stand on Pynacles of state * Let not the World deceiue you least too late * From off your slipp'ry height you come in thrall * o pash your selues in peeces past recall * Sell not fare Lord-ships to keepe Lady-ships * Nor sucke damnation from a strumpets lips * Touch not those Spells of Sparta let e'm Rot * When Vertue rules in Man Lust liues forgot One onely Iemme that 's all the store I haue Great of that little nothing which shall craue Of Heauens Greate En's not for my selfe alone But for thee Reader thee and euery one Rarenesse of Rare example and withall An euerlasting skie of Grace to fall Vpon our warre on Earth desiring Heauen For wayes on Earth are crooked all vneuen * Saue me O saue me thou Eternall Terror * To damned soules I doe confesse each Error * The many thousand sinnes vnseene vnfelt Which long too long in my hard heart haue dwelt * To thee to thee thou Euer-liuing being * Of an Eternall Maiestie All-seeing * With penitent Heart I come I call I cry * Pardon my sinnes helpe thou All-viewing Eye * Looke downe Soule-sauing sacred God of Truth * Forgiue th' infinite follies of my youth * Shield me Diuinitie from Satans Ginnes * Lord lay not to my Charge my Parents sinnes * Glory of Goodnesse in thy Mercy heare mee * Let Hate Reuenge nor Enuie ne'r come neare mee * Let neither Pride nor hope of gaine deceiue mee * Nor pleasure nor the want of Meanes bereaue mee * Of sense least senselesse wholy I despaire * And so become the wretched Childe of care * O sacred Sauiour make me euer trie * To liue by honest Meanes or let me die * Though griefe and I haue well acquainted beene * Lord let me neuer grieue but for my sinne * So shall thy Mercy ne'r forgetfull stand * While I haue Tongue a Pen a Head a Hand THE SPIRITVALL SEA-FIGHT EM'prour of Angells O thou King of Starres Mans perfect solace ' gainst sins bloody Wars When I behold with contemplation Eye The siluer Spangles of thy Glorious skie Me thinkes in that Blew-paper-Booke of Heau'n I see waies of Mortalls all vneu'n The wretched soule of Man in euery Place Liues as in Hell on Earth without thy Grace Temptation on Temptation past controule Alures the Body to betray the Soule Hell's Blacke Prince Troopes of spirits eu'ry day Inuade my sinne-seidg'd-soule Furies display Infernall Banners while the Drumme 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 liue beset Millions
of spirits round Shoote at my soule I stand on no firme ground But tread on earth as on a Ball of Ice I cannot stand nor stirre for slip'ry Vice My Soul 's a Ship tost on the Mountaine Seas Of this vast World she neuer liues ar ease * Her sayles are sighes her Anchor deepe despaire * Her Compasse Error her sad Pilot Care Farre of from safeties shore floates on the waues Of fearefull billowes Soule deuouring Graues Rough blust'ring stubborne stormes yeeld no reliefe On euery Shrowd Each Tackling hangs a griefe Death like a darke cloud besets euery Place Here Rocks of Ruine their Pyrates lie in Chase In euery corner Mischiefes hourely lurke * Pride fights against vs like a furious Turke Simile * Lust like a trech'rous Spaniard murd'ring French * Like an infected poyson's loathsome stench * Gluttonie like a Germaine drunkennesse * Like a Dutch Dun-kercker whose impiousnesse * Stiles him the Master Gunner to giue fire * To all sinnes blacke Artillery Hells Ire * Infernall chaine-shot All soule-murd'ring strife To sinke Man's weather-beaten ship of Life Which to gaine Grace no sooner weighs Anchor Sets sayle for safety but straight sinnes Canker The deuouring Diuell Pyrate for Hell Chasing flyes after and with blacke Arts spell Commands to stay sometimes with beauteous formes With songs of Syrens sometimes sometimes stormes Such pitchie Tempests to be night the way As if the horror of the lattet day Frighted the World so stops the soule from blisse Shoots through and through her so she steers amisse Then as in bloudy Sea-fights Men may see Simile Times sacrifice to valour no man free From desp'rate danger euery one maintaines The terrour of the Fight though with their braines Dasht in each others Faces Vitall breath Lost in a fighting flame blood and death Bullets and Batteries couers the ship all o're Her dismall deckes with horror purple gore And scatterd limmes so the soules Pinnace In her spirituall fight sinnes do's deface Murders our best of thoughts like raging Seas Winds stormes tempest driue vs where they please The poore afflicted soule Satan so blinds It knowes not where shee is by whyzing winds Now tost toth ' top of all the Azure Skie Now tumbling as to Hell with frighted Eye Her Flag of sinnes defiance Tempest-rent Her Sayles torne all to Rags her Maine-mast spent All out of Order tossing to and fro The soule distrest knowes not which way to goe With gentle calme check Satan's black storme Lord Wee shipwracke else Diuels will come a Board Burne with Hells wildfire Flame Ruine Race Blot our soules hope helpe Minister of Grace Safeties in Heau'n in this vncertaine Life Nothing but Hell-bred quick sands Warre and strife Soule-killing vapours worldly vanities Thicke clouds of vice Perpetuall miseries There is a Voyage to the Holy Land In which the Truth our blessed Card must stand The Holy Ghost our Pilot to direct The steerage of our course from sinnes neglect Toth ' Hauen of Heau'n that happy Port of Rest Saluations Guard true Cape of Comfort blest There Heauens bright Maiestie our Sauiour sweet Sits with the Hand of Mercy for to Greet And waft vs to him O may all that stray Sayling along the Coast of sorrow Pray Pray vnto him hee 'l guide their wandring Barke Tempest tost hourely in the dreadfull Darke If thou be Sea-sicke call vpon him and he Shall soone with Health's sweet solace comfort thee Rebuke the raging windes Times blackest storme And to a calme Skie-swelling Seas reforme No Rocks Gulfs Sands nor Seas cloud-kissing waues Sinnes dreadfull Sea-fright nor the desp'rate braues Of Pyrates none shall hurt let then thy care See thy weake vessell Rigg'd well Man'd with prayer And then launch forth hoist sayles and when you spie The Cape of good hope keepe it in thine eye Let holy thoughts death threatning storms o'recome That whatsoeuer chance there shall become The vessell of thy Body being foule Make sure to saue the passenger thy soule * He valiant onely Vertuous is that can * Subdue his Sinnes Hee s the true Noble Man * Ther 's perfect valour he true glory winnes * He 's the true Souldier that subdues his sinnes * Breakes through the pikes of sinne all fiends that are * In Hell or Diuels ruling in the Aire * Forcing his way to Heau'n despight all charmes * Enchantmēts dead-sleeps all soule-flayling harmes * Wrestling like Jacab Simile constant in his fight * Mindfull of his maiestick-Makers sight To such belongs the Euerlasting Crowne Of sempeternall Glory true Ronowne Which to prepare thee for cease to neglect Th' Allmighties sacred seruice let respect Feare and true Reuerence to his pretious Word Be to thy soule that Helmet Shield and Sword Too strong for Sathan all the fiery Darts Of Fiends and furies Arme thy noble Parts Thy Soule thy Heart thy Minde striue to fulfill The Maiestie of Heauen his Diuine Will And like the cunning curious Architect Simile Earnest some goodly Building to Erect Breaking his sleepe wholly imployes his minde On the drawne Modell which when he do's finde Exact his Eye dwels euer then vpon it And his affection neuer driuen from it So when to thought we call our Sauiours blood That sempeternall platforme of all good Shed for our sinnes Let it for euer dwell In the Idaea of our Mindes so Hell Sinne death nor deadly desp'rate discontent Can barre the Heau'nly heart from true content * What vggly wormes are wee that dare presume * To pawne our soules for pleasure dare consume * Our Time on toyes when as we firmely know * Time shall decay we cannot feed nor goe * Nor promise life a Minuite we passe to bed * But Ignorant to rise aliue or dead * Admit day-light approaches and the morne * Inuites thee forth thou neuer maist returne * Death by a thousand accidents do's meete * Health Wealth and Beauty stabs them in the street * He that least thinkes of death some falling Tyle * Timber or Stone do's suddenly beguile Him of his life yea oft' when he refraines And seekes to shun it dasheth out his braines These Tragicke Truths true causes of dislike Me-thinkes should moue vs to repent and strike A terror to our soules force vs to see Man's outward danger inward misery Which like an vnresisted roaring Tide Runnes through our veins and apts the blood to pride To all the sinnes that are or euer were O horrid ill haue wee not cause to feare To quake and tremble when our dull dead Eyes Drunke with the poyson'd dreggs of sinne ne'r spies The mischieuous perills and the blacke affright That hourely waite on the Spirituall fight Fiends liue at Sea and Furies on the Land * Gluttonie for a Corporall do's Stand * Au'rice a Pioner Sloth you may spie * An idle Gentleman of a Company * Wrath 's the Serieant Enuie the Colours gaine * Lust the Lieftennant is Pride the Captaine These in the Heart of euery one take Place Where cowardly
Eye E uer beheld His Life was Vertues Story D epriu'd by death for his Immortall Glory Duke Richmonds Ghost To his Princely Dutches. L ife of that Loue to me on Earth most Deare O cease to grieue for me let no sad Teare D rop from thy Fun'rall Eyes Death came I went O 're ioyd from Earth to Heau'ns pure Parlaiment W hy then sad sweet which once my heart did burne I n true Loues Flames why dost thou sit and mourne C leare Eyes Looke vp ioy in th' Allternall Trine K eepe teares for sinne so Turtle liue Diuine S aint like they liue where Vertue rules high blood T ' is most most fearefull to be Great not Good V nlocke thy treasure then Heau'ns steward be A nd what I left vndone doe thou for me R eward thy Seruants Good Deeds lead the way T o make vs liue best in the latter day So farewell Sweet Good God from wayes vneuen Thy Ship of Life steere to the Land of Heauen Duke Richmonds Epitaph FRom fogs of vanity thicke Cloudes of Vice Lockt from each Soule seducing vaine Entice Here lyes Entoomb'd a gracious Prince whose Birth Almighty God fram'd of the purest Earth Through euery Conduite of the Flesh high straines Of Royall blood ranne through his Azure Veines Like a faire printed Godly pleasing Booke So did his Dead Corpes Liuing rarely looke His Eyes toth ' compleate carriage of his Head Were Leaues of Loue where none that knew but Read A Body so befitting euery Limme Neuer was more becoming then in Him But now in Graue that Forme is chang'd to Clay Which liuing shin'd like to a Sommers Day Gone is the subiect of my mournefull verse His Sun is set turn'd to a sable Herse Lodg'd in the Night within a death bed laide Form'd by rude hands the Picke Axe and the Spade To put the world in minde these dayes of sinne Death shall deface as if they ne'r had bin Witnesse the sad rememb'rance of that day When this dead Duke so early snatcht away How soone that Morne when to Attend his King For to enact some memorable thing Death by the King of Kings which writ was sent To send his Soule to Heau'ns pure Parlaiment An Epitaph Pawse Reader for me thinkes I see appeare Sorrow in thy Face there dropt a tender teare I' st euen so reade on here shalt thou finde His Heau'n on Earth the beauty of his minde No vaine affecting Pompe Pride nor Ambition Bred in the bosome of his sweet condition * Deseruing Loue Courteous he was to all * A Louer of Iustice Foe to Sathans thrall * True Friend to Vertue Learning wholsome Lawes * Wonderfull valiant in a Righteous Cause * Patron of Piety Fauourer of Arts * A Noble Cherrisher of all good Parts * What flourishing Vertue e're made Man blest * But tooke a Lodging in Duke Richmonds brest Heau'n gaue him high Birth Scotland Princely Name France courtly Language England Eternall Fame The modest garbe of graue ciuilitie Meeknesse with Loue and true Humility Vsher'd his Soule the perfect Path to proue The Rich content of Great Iehoua's Loue Round Crown'd with Glory sempeternall Light Glit'ring in Heau'n blest in his Makers sight He Liues that was not onely Great in blood But what is farre more Rare a Great man Good The Lord Marquesse HAMLETON His Epitaph I f there be sighes a Teare or grieuous Groane A Sorrow yet neuer to Mortall knowne M ake here your Rendeuoze sighs teares each moane E ach Eye behold by Fatall stroake here lies S trucke into Earth True Honou'rs Noble Prize H ow e're his Body in sad sickenesse sped A ngels with his faire Soule to Heau'n are fled M auger the poyson'd shafts of death and Hell L ing'ring disease Earths Witch-craft or sinnes spell E ternity so grac'd him Death was vext T o see him liue and therefore slew him next O f all to all our Worthyes lately sent N euer to die in Heau'ns True Parlaiment Arthur Lord Chichester His Epitaph A dmir'd blest Chichester Councellour at warre R eu'rent State worthy Wisedom's Earth-bred Starre T o the true griefe of Kingdomes he is gon H is faire Sun-set cold as the Marble stone V ictorious Viceroy O with what a zeale R ul'd he Hybernias troublesome Common-weale C urb'd rough hair'd Kerne in conqu'ring Rebels hearts H ee was belou'd and fear'd for his rare parts I ustice and Mercy Vsher'd him the way C onstant to Gouerne that could best obay H onour and Vertue still in him combinde E xprest the fulnesse of his Noble Minde S ighs turn'd to Teares sad Teares to greiuous groanes T hose sighs Teares to hunder'd thousand moanes E xprest for Him wise valiant most descreet R are Fruit made ripe for Heau'n for Earth too sweet To the Right Honorable Robert Earle of Warwicke his Anagram in Latine ROBERTVS RICH Anagramma CHRISTE ROBVR Englished O CHRIST my Strength Relligio Virtus Pietas hoc nomine constat CHRISTE ROBVR sacrae Relligionis Apex How well thy Name and Vertue do's agree Firme Faith is found in that all worth in thee To the Right Honourable Sr. Iulius Caesar Knight Mr. of the Rolls c. His Annagram IVLIVS CAESAR Annagramma IVS AC LIS VERA Englished IVST DEALING AND TRVE STRIFE IN this your Honours Anagram I finde Iust Dealing Arm'd with a Religious Minde Fixt in your Soule Friend to despised Art And Noble Vertue O thrice happy Heart Jacobs true strife with God for glorious Fame Shines in the Vertue of your Noble Name By your Just Dealing And True Strife with sinne You conquer Hell a holy Battle winne Striue on faire soule thy Zeale makes Heau'n thy friend And Heau'ns high Chanc'ry Court thy Iournies end VERSES Vpon the Principall Coate at Armes of my Honorable Friend Sir HENRY HART Knight of the Noble order of the Bath SYmbolus iste hominem designant honore Potentem Rex Leo concessum est Ceruus Princepsque Terrarum Thus exprest in English This Noble Armes faire Honor decks antient worth inuests The Lion is the King I grant the Hart the Prince of Beasts Attributes belonging to the Hart. Ingenious quicke long liu'd Chaste Noble wise Are attributes found proper that arise To this braue Creatures praise more to impart SERTORIVS lead his Army by a Hart And ALEXANDER tooke great pride to decke With Golden Collars the soft veluet Necke Of those Heroicque Rangers that tooke breath Hunder'd yeeres after Alexanders Death This being iust how much more stirres vp Art That Noble Name set in a bounteous Hart. An Acrosticke Compos'd at the Marriage Of my honour'd Friend Sir Thomas Stanly with the LADY his wife that now is Fidelitie Honor Loue M arriage that Sacred tye vniteing Hearts A mple in Circular Loue which neuer Parts R are gentle Bride in your blest Heart hath plac't Y our Husbands Heart he that so thinkes him grac't S o farre beyond expression nothing can T ell his high Ioy by you a Happy man A
THE CELESTIALL PVBLICAN A Sacred Poem Liuely describing the Birth Progresse Bloudy Passion and glorious Resurrection of our SAVIOVR THE SPIRITVALL SEA-FIGHT The Mischieuous Deceites of The WORLD The FLESH The Vicious Courtier The IESVITE The DIVELL Seauen seuerall Poems with sundry Epitaphs and Anagrams By Nathanael Richards Gent. COELVM CVPIO LONDON Imprinted by Felix Kyngston for Roger Michell 16â—â— THE AVTHOR N o man so high but er'e he die may fall A ll Flesh is fraile all subiect vnto thrall T her 's no content on Earth none certaine bred H ealthfull to day we liue to morrow dead A rt nor Promotion mends not each mans state N or are the Greatest Men most Fortunate A duancement's but a Smoake Delight a Toy E ach glit'ring Pompe each Soule seducing Ioy L ike Hell-bred Poysons worke the Soules annoy R eiect all lewd vile vaine affecting pleasure I ntend thy future good Celestiall Treasure C ontest with Sinne Heau'ns holy Armour weare H e that will conquer he must Patience beare A t such rare Combats Sacred aide is sent R especting Man all danger to preuent D eare is the Loue of God in him delight S eeke Heau'nly Ioyes those comforts infinite TO THE HEAVENLY LOVER OF DIVINE POEMS GOod Bookes Good Minds best please where bad Mindes be Desert shall still be raild at Vice passe free Enuie Debate Pride Flatterie and a whore The Vicious minded Foole mindes nothing more Harlots for hot sinne-offerings shall finde Fauour and Friends to them the World is kinde But when the wealth of Soules in Vertues Line Leuells Man's crooked Thoughts to thoughts Diuine 'T is sleighted then Most Worldlings like false Friend Loue not for Vertue but their owne base Ends. Times Lordly Churle deepe read in Errors Schoole Esteemes Plaine-Dealing but a Vertuous Foole Therefore to thee whose Sacred Soule desires Celestiall Solace Heauenly Holy fires To thy Religious thoughts apt to preuent And fly from Sinne to thee I this present To the Reader Here 's no Luxurious Verse to please the Eares Of Whorish Mindes stranger to blessed Teares No Court-Confounding Complement nor stile Offeigned Poesie nor base Flatties Guile Soule-suffering Griefe for sinne I here expresse Wishing to All Immortall happinesse True Penitence gaines Heau'n throwes Sinners downe To raise them vp to an Immortall Crowne Deuoted to Your Vertues NATHANAEL RICHARDS THE CELESTIALL PVBLICAN I That haue 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 senselesse Sot Vnmindefull of his Mercies minde them not No sooner doe I finde a good thought take me But from that Vertue Flesh and Blood doe shake me The longer life the more I sinne and fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Let others boast their goodnesse for my part Wretch that I am I haue a sinnefull Heart So tyde and bound fetter'd and chain'd within So strong a Prison such a Maze of sinne That 't is as farre vnlikely for me worme E're to winde out as for to raise a Storme Or slacke a Tempest Workes of Wonder stand Farre from the Reach of Mortals weake command None but the Hand of God his speciall Grace Can pull me forth the Dungeon of disgrace 'T is God that frees poore Man from all the Vices Of this Worlds wicked villanous Entices And shall I then in impious wayes vneuen Offend so good a God Defend me Heauen My trembling Conscience tels me I haue beene A very fearefull Sinner Slaue to sinne Of all Men most vnworthy of Saluation My sinnes deserue Heauens wrath Hell damnation Yet Mercy Mercy Lord Mercy I craue Shield my sad soule from th' infernall Graue * Strangle my growing sinnes in their beginning * Demollish Lord in me Custome in sinning * For that is such a kinde of desp'rate thing * Men dreame not on O 't is a damned sting * And thus it creepes on vs thoughts that are bent * To Euill get Delight Delight Consent * Consent drawes Action Action Custome breedes * And as the Sick-Man Simile whom his owne death feedes * Custome at large takes sense of sinne away * Sends soules to Hell when 't is too late to pray The Doome supernall neuer findes returne To call thee backe to Grace thinke on 't or burne Thinke Heau'ns sweete siluer Saints-Bell toles all in To fright thee eu'ry Morne from vggly sinne Let Mercy eu'ry Euening which do's keepe Thee from Day-dangers Death resembling sleepe Be to thy soule a Prayer Booke t' imprint Teares in thine Eyes Griefe in thy Heart of flint Be it so heauenly Father vnto me To me and eu'ry one Make vs to see And shunne Sinnes Custome with thy sacred wings Guard vs from Danger Blessed King of Kings Thou that at Home abroad at Sea on land Here there and eu'ry where didst euer stand My sure Protector ' gainst griefes infinite Danger the Iawes of Famine Worlds despight Sicknesse sad discontent when I and Care Shooke hands with sorrowes Minion deepe despaire At that most wretched Time my thoughts lockt vp Beyond all hope of helpe then Mercies Cup I freely tasted blessed be thy Name To me my Gratious God proue still the same In my Extreames of griefe I call'd on thee Mercifull God and thou didst set me free Thou wert my onely Comfort in distresse Food Rayment all my Cure in heauinesse My true Physitian in vnruly madnesse Celestiall Musicke in my sadest sadnesse Though all the World forsake me God is kinde He solace giues to my disconsolate minde O be the same for euer may no ill Seduce my soule to disobay thy will While others carelesse of their Soules true health Greedie like Hell hunger for worldly wealth Preferment Pride th' insatiate Diuell Lust Luxurious Fare and vainely put their trust In glassie Glory couzening State behauiour In valour Conquest and Monarchall fauour While Soules thus erre O thou the Lord of light Make me Heauen 's Champion Vertues Fauourite * Field Honor 's but a Vapour the sound brest * Puts on Church Armour Faith and sleights the rest * In loue to Vertue and true godly feare * Dwells Honour not in Darts Bow Sling or Speare * Not in vaine Beautie Strength the Pride of Wit * Presuming Riches Learning Valour Credit * High Birth Nobilitie nor Grauitie * Humanitie nor yet Virginitie * But in the Humble Soule whom holy Storie * Speakes to maintaine God and the Gospels Glorie * The King and Kingdomes safety Churches Peace * The Virgins Right Widdowes and Fatherlesse * These are the Noble steps which euer waite * On Vertues Court 't is the true way of State * That neuer failes as sacred Scripture saith * The humble meeke Religious Knights of Faith O Heau'nly Father giue me Grace to fly Delight in sinne or suffer me to dye * Pleasures are
Crew * Of Puff-Paste muddie Mindes that pish and mew * Make a wry Close-stoole-face a squint ey'd glance * At Vertuous verse whose sad mischance * Is to goe vnregarded when the crime * Of a lasciuious Bastard Ballet rime * If baudy enough though ne'r so vnfit * Winnes fauour profit and the praise of wit * Read with delight and much too much requir'd * Coppies sought after greedily desir'd * When perfect Poetrie Musicke to the soule Truth 's firme Opposer ' gainst crimes filthy soule * If Read most read for fashion small delight * No comfort no respect but scornefull flight * And such is Vertues Foe the Worlds proud Minion * In whom ther 's no true Loue no perfect Vnion O Diuine Poesie I lament thy state To see thy Beautie disproportionate So poorely in esteeme their 's few I see Or none at all take true delight in thee * This wanton World farre sooner will approue * Ioy in Pot-Poets lousie Rimeing loue * Or wanton Ouids straine to itch the eare * And stirre the blood to lust rather then heare * The Glorious Godly Aime of Noble Verse * Which points at Heau'n and tels vs of that fierce All-threatning Thunderer he that descries Our secret deeds those blackest Actions spies At which amaz'd my Muse stands wrapt in wonder Beggs Mercy Mercy O thou God of Thunder Or we shall shipwracke all All too too blame Farre too vnmindfull of God's Sacred Name His Blessings day by day his great Mercy Long suffering and Excelling Safety Why should we worm's stand pretious in Heau'ns sight And not be damn'd to Euerlasting Night For our Foule erring sinnes sinnes that Excell The least whereof merits the Paines of Hell Hell that this instant Gapes to seize this world Deseruing euery moment to be hurl'd To endlesse Flames but for the Excellence Of OVR FATHER'S wonderfull patience O for the Pen of pure perfection To character Man's imperfection Open the blinde excessiue sinner's eyes Force Teares for sinne make him himselfe despise 'T were Musicke to the Soule Diuine delight Th' vndoubted Path to pleasures infinite Holla Commanding Empresse of my Braine Whether thus flings my Muse diuert thy Straine Man is so farre from making God amends That all his waies to wicked Actions bends The World 's a Racke Times Tenter-hooke to ketch At mindes most honest makes a man a wretch Thousands in want finding no way to cure it Hazard the Gallowes rather then endure it Mis'ry of Miseries when Coyne growes scant Man's Fortun 's Foot-ball ther 's no woe to want It dulls braue witts when nothing else can doe it Tames and makes desp'rate when Time brings vs to it Want makes a man turne Slaue vnto a Slaue Scoft scorn'd and flouted at by eu'ry knaue By eu'ry silken sodden-headed Foole That neuer felt Heau'ns scourge nor Mis'ries Schoole Want broacheth Mischiefes neuer thought vpon Makes many an honest woman wanton Want like a Madman makes Men sweare and Dice Simile Forget their God turne Vertue into vice Husband and wife the Sister and the Brother Compel'd through want deuoure one another Merchants Lawyers yea some Diuines will fall When want do's soundly Gripe tw'ill trie them all And therefore As an Antidote be sure First that thou pray to God that 's the maine Cure Gainst Woluish-want and then bethinke thee sure Vpon some honest meanes 't will new Create Thy vnderstanding put thee on a way With Reu'rent Soule on bended knees each day To serue thy God aright so he from falling Proues thy Protector giues thee a Vertuous Calling Heau'n grant the Honest Minde may neuer know The fierce Assaults of want that Hell of woe Torture of Minde Murderer of Modestie High-way to Theft Cut-throate of Chastitie The Key of Whoredome Bane of that true Loue Which many boast but few did euer proue Many vow Loue for euer to be true Yet when want comes Whores are not more vntrue How sweetly did that Sacred Psalmist sing And runne Times true Diuision on the string Of Misery when he of God did craue Nor Want nor too much Wealth least in the Graue Of damn'd Despaire much want might haile him in And Riches Mount him to the highest sinne Lackey his way to lewdnesse to mistrust God's Mercies and to practise wayes vniust A Holy feare seiz'd on that blessed King To dread want's Dangerous Dart Proud Riches sting May the Good Man still thirst for Mercies Cup Climbe Jacobs sacred Ladder and mount vp Into a fiery Chariot Burning Zeale Liue a bright Angell in Heau'ns Common weale Free from this World whose Pompe and Brauery Is but a Land of Durt meere slauery THE FLESH SInne Acts foule Lust vpon the Soule while it Stands Puritan Punck-like willing to commit The Flesh vnto the Soul 's a bitter Pill Sweet guilded Poyson Candide o're to kill Hurrid Carocht in Pride which glit'ring showe Of swelling Pompe whose sweet Effect is woe Fleshly delights beget much Misery Makes Couples marrie vnaduisedly Thinking Loue tittle tattles can feed their wishes Loue soone growes cold where there is empty dishes Of all the sinnes that are when nothing can Ruine the Soule the Flesh preuailes with Man His Eyes no sooner on Deuotion waite But in steps Carnall Concupiscence straight She 's at his Elbow still to itch him on Th' vnhappy path to his Confusion * Chaste wiues are Saints women that wantonize * Witches all poyson Hell is in their Eyes In which as in a Wildernesse of woe In striuing to get out on mad men goe Starke mad past sense spight of all Books and Schools Ruine their Fortunes proue the Slaues to Fooles For an alluring Minutes trifling Ioy A lewd Insatiate Longing a meere Toy * O woman woman thy bewitching motion * Fooles wisedome mads reason and blinds al deuotiō The Flesh false Traitor like striues to betray The Soule to Hell for an Infernall Prey Fleshly delight in Man feares want of Breath More then his God sinne or Eternall Death * When iust plagues come thē sin-sick sots can tremble * Make knowne to all the World how they dissemble * Pray with the lip not heart wrest sacred Text * To serue their owne Ends first and then God next * Prouide to liue in pestilent Times beginne * Take greater Care to flie from death then sinne * Ther 's nothing in our Flesh but wickednesse * Desire to liue and obscene wantonnesse We forget now that dreadfull dismall chance The Terrible Arrow of Gods vengeance When Death buried farre more then th' Earth could swallow And no man to the Graue his Friend durst follow O why should Mortals wish long life to liue What Comfort what true Ioy do's this life giue * Ther 's nothing not one thought that do's vs good * But it is strangled straight by Flesh and blood * Holy Saint Paul finding the Flesh Rebell * desir'd to be dissolu'd proud Flesh to quell * And Sacred Symeon sung ' gainst sinnes encrease * Lord let thy seruant now depart in peace
forgetfulnesse * Charity Contempt their Vertue wantonnesse * Plumpe high-fed pamper'd flesh on whom must wait * Page Pander Parasite preparation State * Gold Glistring Glory Cost Curious dyet * Insatiate Pleasure and luxurious Riot And why all this high feeding Rich Attire But like bright Beacons flaming all on fire Threat Ruine Death and Hell which wise men see And know what fooles they make know them to be Soule-flaming fire-brands Expert in Euill Witches Hell-Cats Factors for the Deuill Sucke-blouds Hyena Syrens Crocodiles All Scylla and Charybdis whose proud smiles Take pleasure to entice make Men deface Their Soules faire Temple for a poore Embrace A lushious Pleasure lewd lasciuious greeting A pleasing sweete but a most bitter sweeting Neuer was any great Arch-mischiefe done But by a Whore or a Priest first begun A Cloth of siluer Sâ—â—â— Times Tissue Trull Can with close Cleopatra's Kisses Gull The greatest Kings and Dukes loue for an houre Nor is it them shee loues but their high powre Groomes of the meanest qualitie in Court Can make her fleshly fulnesse sweeter sport A glorious shee Smocke-statist can amaze Fire famous Troy and set the world at gaze A Drab of State is a consuming Flame Oft fiers the Hearts of Princes past reclaime Turnes Ioy to deepe and Melancholy sadnesse Poysons the bloud and fils the braine with madnesse * Why should she else with painting seeme more faire * Suffer her naked Breasts lie open bare * Why vse false coulour'd haire Embost with Gold * Pownc'd with Perfumes Lockes curled to behold * Why Oyles Waters for Teeth Why void of Grace * With spots like Rats-Dung to blacke patch the face * Or why in Baths of Milke wash her proud skin * Why wrong Heau'ns work-manship with such hie sin * If not like CIRCE by enchantment strange * Men into Beasts and Beast-like natures change * Confounding sense all reason sits a side * Such is the force of her affected Pride * A painted Face sleekt o're by cunning Art * Is but the Pride of a luxurious Heart * A discontentment of God's worke vpon her * To wooe mens Eyes to Lust and her dishonor * Painting's the Nurse of black thoghts damn'd deuises * It makes the soule imitate greatest vices What is it else but daring Impudence Gainst the bright Glory of Omnipotence Lusts Looking-Glasse Torch of Iniquitie Th' imperious Mistris of all Witcherie A slimie sinne dawb'd o're the painted wall Of foulest Folly to catch fooles with all A painted Face harbours a Heart of Flint There is no rellish of Deuotion in 't Lust Pride and Enuie all the sinnes that are Waites on the painted Beautie falsely faire Still busie in her Eare her Minde her Eye To whore away Man's soule with foolerie The painted outside of a tempting Face Spotted with Hell stands sequestred from Grace * Such Prodigall sinfull sweetes Men ought not haue * Nor see th' aluring Face vnfit to craue * Soules that will mount high Heau'ns Celestiall state * Climbes Vertues Ladder vicious Actions hate * Man that will ne'r be tempted past his might * Runnes from the Glit'ring Strumpet flies her sight * O happy is the man blessed for euer * Whose Life in flying Sinne Ioyes to perseuer Vita nihil peius iniqua THE IESVITE NOt like that Masse-Priest he whose mouth is cram'd With words that speak all Protestants are damn'd Him nor his Flocke I dare not censure so Nor meane to write more then I iustly know To be most true In which knowne Path I finde Counterfeit Catholiques so grossely blinde They dare outface Heau'ns Truth forg'd lies maintaine To Cloake the cunning Iesuites subtile Braine He that do's Theefe-like waite for Vertues fall Liues in perpetuall watch to blow vp all The President recorded stands for euer In this Realmes safety which hel's Plot can neuer Wipe from Rememb'rance neuer shall the Euill Of that close Secretary to the Deuill That Jesuite GARNET liue forgot while I Haue Pen or Hand to write his Tragedy That Myne of Murther Mischiefes Master-vice Lodg'd in the Politicque skull of Auarice His desp'rate Soule was such hee durst to swimme A Sea of Vice be rackt in eu'ry Limme All Tortures suffer rather then Reueale The Treason his Religion bids conceale Witnesse thou Ghost of Garnet this is true He that han'gd drawne and quarter'd had his due To him was knowne the powder pitchie Treason Neuer to be forgot he knew the season When where and how that suddaine bloudie blow Blacke Hell-bred Thunder flaming ouerthrow Should haue bin giuen knew the Times short space When no soule should haue time to pray for Grace Or cry God helpe The Treason was so foule The Traitors would haue damn'd both body and Soule If in their power and eu'ry soule i' th Ayre Tost vp sent vnprepar'd of heau'nly prayer With all their sinnes O horrid horrid Act All this the Jesuite knew conceal'd the Fact And rather then disclose least warning giue King Prince and Nobles not a soule should liue Here was a Villaine yet I 'ue knowne in Spaine The Traitors death so moan'd such Credit gaine Though here he dyde for Treasons iust Complaint There Monster Iesuites make a Martyr'd Saint Mischieuous Masse-Priests to his meriting Fame At the high Altar in a spatious frame Aduance to him as to a Saint most blest His Body-mangled Picture thus exprest Garnets Picture Bare Head white Beard Lookes sober in his Gowne * Him ouer head Angels with Laurell Crowne * About his Necke a long large Halter tide * Hangs as befitting such downe the Left side * His Belly ript bloud seeming open raw * Holding in his right hand his pictur'd straw * Beneath his right side flames a Heart in fire * ' Boue his left side Limmes quarter'd Treasons hire * Presented on a Towre which Pictur'd storie Straw-sainted set vp to 'th Arch-Traitors Glory Inuites each eye yea all the World to see Jesuites Protectors of all Villany * Poys'ning of Princes held as trifling things * With them 't is meritorious to kill Kings Can this Religion be they thinke it pure But Man ne'r knew Religion more impure Their Church is but their Baud bad deedes to further Th' onely sanctuary for bloud and murther Plots Practizes hellish abomination Pardons for Treason holy approbation Of that ill-Sainted wretch his cursed fault That Father to Faux the Diuell i' th vault Such Judas-Iesuites euer Traitors proue To King and Prince disloyall in their loue * Yet outward fawning seeme on bended knee * Low as the earth O true hypocrisie * Vnder the milde aspect of Reuerence * In duty and submisse obedience * With Oylie Eloquence best pleasing Phrase * Catching Orations full of flat'ring praise * When in the Heart abides no spot of good * All treach'rous thoughts all thirsting after bloud * The fall of Princes change alteration * The Protestants Religion 's desolation * Such is the Iesuites diue'lish disposition * The nature of the Beast his true condition * He that can
temporize by Booke maintaine * To serue his ends and glut his God-lesse gaine * Be what he least seemes cold in deuotion Enuious at one anothers Promotion * Not lowly minded but proud Ambitious * In tongue a Saint in heart a Slaue vicious * Preach diuine patience when himselfe shall be * The waspish Image of all Tyrannie * Spleenatiue choll'ricke And who so offends * Is so farre off from euer being friends All-bee't he seeme a Calme yet if he liue Hee 'l be reueng'd be sure ne'r to forgiue Such is the Iesuite such his double Face And such his charitable signe of Grace He that dares awe his Countrey King and State Smile and yet be a villaine all men hate Set Princes at debate befoole the Tymes Poyson the world with irreligious Crymes Swell Battles Murthers make whole Kingdoms shake Shed Innocent bloud all for Religions sake To defend Religion what Religion 's this To seeme deuoute and doe so much amisse * Colour Religion with meere gullerie * Wrest sacred Text to maintaine Roguerie * As if Religion were a formall Law * Religion onely to keepe fooles in awe Defend Controuersies woe to those dayes Woe to such Serpent-snarling Church-Mens wayes * Sinne ne'r triumphs strikes a more Fatall stroake * Then when 't is couer'd with Religions Cloake That Iesuite he who speakes diuinely faire Yet hath a wicked life I may compare To fire stand off doe not come too neare it You then may safely warme need not feare it But if thou vnaduisedly presume Approach to nigh thee it will burne consume So the deceitfull Priest come not neare him Shun his Acquaintance you need not feare him Fly his dissembling sight his blacke life spurne If lodg'd within your bosome he will burne With show of holinesse burne and scortch Waste thee in thy Estate like a spent Tortch There 's not a Gentleman of meanes do's die But with his Heire the Iesuite presently Shares in his Land with shew of Reuerence Winning of Soules couers concupiscence Commits with all he likes any Man's wife Makes her beleeue 't is to preserue his life Perswading Letch'rie with their Ghostly Father No Sinne but a Deede of charitie rather Sad-sickenesse to preuent to scowre the Veines To mundifie and for to purge the Reines Ergo plena Charitatis An Act Of meere Commiseration such a Fact As to denie it were a damned sinne Puls curse on curse which hath for euer bin Iustly inflicted punishing all those Repugnant Natures with the worst of woes Despaire assur'd confusion dismall horrour Suddaine destruction Death Infernall Terrour Hell and the Diuell for that high offence Of Stubborne refusall disobedience A sinne impossible to be forgiuen Such is the Iesuites charge of purpose giuen To please his Lust makes that a gainefull Trade Lies with this Lady and that Chamber-Maide Here giues a Pardon there denounceth Curses So betwixt both sure to picke all their Purses The Nimble Slaues Church-knauerie can strip And fetch your greatest Lady o're the hip With a religious show put tricks vpon her Rob the beleeuing Foole first of her honour Then pardon Sinne and then he may enthrall Rob her of Coyne Plate Iewels Smocke and all Doe and vndoe Her Charity 's soone drawne For baudie Iesuites her best Smocke to pawne Their thread of Doctrine 'mong women spun Is to whore all be she the chastest Nun If she denie to yeeld Murther and Rape Shall Wolfe-like seize that prey there 's no escape Such is the Murd'ring Minde of him we call Natures Monster Priest Iesuiticall THE DIVELL SEarch all the Earth you eu'ry where shall see Satan most busie from the Church not free The very Pulpit haunts and being vext Seeks how to put the Preacher from his Text Such as teach others yet themselues neglect And with sinnes Cassocke hide their owne defect From Pew to Pew vnseene Hel's Feind do's creepe To dull the Hearers Eares loggs some a sleepe Some to vaine prattle others still to prie With wanton lookes for a bewitching Eye Some greedily imployes to spie out Fashions To glut the humours of proud womens passions Makes muddie Mortals at each other looke More then on Heau'n or Gods all blessed Booke And such is Satan's craft continuall Motion To draw mankinde from Heau'n and all Deuotion Tempts some to Hate Ambition some to slide The slip'rie sleights of Pompe vn-paid for Pride Others to swimme the Sea Lust pleasing vice Some wet-damnation most men Auarice Seruant to Satan Satan which do's striue Man of all heau'nly solace to depriue God for our sinnes no sooner Angry growes But straight the Roaring suddaine Diuell throwes His Pawes on vs And like himselfe beginnes For Numbers numberlesse of desp'rate sinnes To seize the Soule made an Eternall prey To burne in Hell as Heau'ns iust Cast-away Such is the Fate of Soules ensnar'd within Satans command beware the Twigge of sinne Least touch will take thee Pris'ner Hellish Guiles Proue like the perilous paths of Crocodiles Who with their slimie Tongues lickt o're prepare To murther Mortals by a slip'rie Snare Man is a Tree whose Roote what i' st thoughts euill Bad Deeds the Body yeelding to the Deuill The Armes ten proud aspiring discontents Breakers of all the Ten Commandments The Branches are our proanesse vnto ill The Leafes Pleasure the faire Fruit sinne which still With sweetest show of sweetnesse tempts vs on To feede and follow our destruction * There 's feare aboue vs feare beneath vs * Feare round about and yet no feare within vs. Satan like Dalilah suffers not men For to see danger is' t not fitting then By holy violence we seize the Sword Of th' Omnipotents Omnipotent Word To slaughter sinne in vs O shall not we That professe sacred Christianitie Conquer our Crimes thinke on the life to come The rising of the Dead that Day of Doome When this vast Orbe of Earth shall blazing burne An all the World in Funerall Flames shall mourne Then Heau'n and Hellamazing shall appeare In two extreames Ioy and excessiue Feare Heau'n in bright shining All Eternall Light Hell in the Horrour of perpetuall Night Heau'n shall triumph Hell tremble Angels sing Gloria in Excelsis to Heau'ns high King The King of Heau'n Heau'n Ioyes perfect solace All-Rauishing glit'ring glist'ring Palace Pleasures Paradice Immortall Dwelling All pure excellent past thought excelling Heau'ns Pauement are the starres in what excesse Shines Heau'n whē star-pau'd with stars numberlesse No thought of want which mads the thoughts of men But plenties fulnesse full abound in Heau'n There Virgin Chastitie in Life opprest Glitters in Saint-like Glory liues most blest The poore man tost from wrong to iniurie In Heau'n findes comfort firme felicitie The wronged widdow iniur'd fatherlesse Bright Heau'n releiues giues all their woes redresse * He that for ill do's good Heau'n will requite * Crowne his faire soule with Comforts infinite Is it not fit then we our sinnes bewaile Thinke still on Heau'n on Heau'n that ne'r did faile The penitent heart
a Glitering Smocke Gallant sitting at a Play YOnder she sits that flaunting Hat and Feather Swells high my blood makes such stormy weather In my betossed Braine I am not I I 'me stabd toth ' very Heart with her blacke Eye Oh did you see her trip it on the ground Her Ratling silkes thy senses would confound That Maske of Hers do's mad me hides the faire Which vnseene sure would seeme past all compare * Eyes ake no more with looking on yon Toy * Shee 'l set thy Heart on fire like flaming Troy * Behold her Breasts are bare O sight O spell * Satan ne're sent a stronger Charme from Hell * Plumpe panting Globes of pleasure how yea please * My erring Eyes and yet like stormes in Seas Should my soules ship once touch her 't would be torne And make me wish I neuer had bin borne Help Heau'n least gazing on those Naked Twinnes I do in thought commit a thousand sinnes The Great Alcides fiercest Monsters tam'd Yet fairest Omphales sight his valour sham'd High-spirited Hector to the Field was wonne For Beautious Hellen and all Troy vndone A hundred thousand sad examples show The Tragedy of Man whose Eyes bestow Liking to such proud Puppets as a woman Giuen ore to damned Pride and true to no man The difference betwixt Acquaintance and a Friend THe diff'rence 'twixt Acquaintance and a Friend Truth thus proclaimes Acquaintance will pretēd Many Good Morrowes as how doe you Sir Prattle and Prate and keepe a stincking stir Of doing Good Their tatling Tongues can baule Talke of much Good but doe no good at all Vpon the vnkindnesse of a Friend WItnesse faire Truth is not that Iudgement weake That will not giue a true Friend leaue to speake Shall I be dumbe when I behold my Friend In the vaine wayes of vanity to spend His Coyne and be misse-lead by eu'ry Scab To drinke this drunken health visite that Drab Shall I behold my Friend whose faire intent Inclines to good foole it in Complement Talke with this prating Puppy and that Asse Here giue a Congie there present a Glasse Bowing the Body bending the Anticke knee Out on such Coxcombe Curiositie 'T is hatefull very scuruie vse it not 'T will foole thy Fame thy Reputation blot Let Reason rule scorne not a friends aduice Take heed of Pride 't was kickt from Paradice * Sinnes are soone knowne Custome thy selfe to ill You cannot leaue wickednesse when you will The Ancient Fathers firmely say vnlesse We sinnes occasion shun we shall transgresse Looke towards Heau'n then let it not be said Thou art a Whore to friendship but a Maid Resolu'd in Virgin loue to liue and die A Friend vntainted in a true frinds Eye Be such a Friend Or neuer take the name Of Friend vpon thee 't will put out thy Fame Strumpet thy faire Repute demollish quite All peace of Conscience dimme thy Christall sight From Glories view and like a Toy of State Powder'd all ore with Pride abuse thy Fate True Turtle Friends should ne'r take more delight Then in th'inioying one anothers sight But now hee 's gon flint hearted Friend farewell I 'le not complaine to folly yet I 'le tell Faire Truth how fouly you haue gon astray And in a wanton humour throwne away A Iewell which thy Life Time thou in vaine May hope but neuer finde the like againe Wert thou sole Monarch of the world er'e I Would creepe for fauour to thee I would dye Dye all alone by that same sword that Hand Of mine so ready still at thy command Wau'ring vnkinde forgetfull that thou art That neuer yet didst finde a trech'rous heart Lodg'd in my brest my Head Hand Heart Life all To doe you right were euer at your call And am I sleighted now am I like Froth So soone blowne out O heau'n wher 's Faith and Troth Where liues true friendships manifestations Of loue to me all vowes protestations If all be fled then I will ner giue more Trust to a friend then to a common Whore Better be rackt vpon the torturing wheele Or like Spaines Jndian Slaue Tymes Terror feele To very death then Childishly to finde A friend vnconstant faithlesse false vnkinde FINIS