his soule had found the sweet fruition Of his owne choyce desires without Petition But he must Sell and Follow or else not Obtaine his heav'n O now his heav'ns too hot He cannot stay he has no businesse there Hee 'l rather misse then buy his heav'n too deare When Broth 's too hot for hasty hounds how they Will licke their scalded lips and sneake away 44. On Mans goodnesse and Gods love GOd loves not Man because that Man is good For Man is sinfull because Flesh and Blood We argue false It rather may behove us To thinke us good 'cause God thinks good to love us Hee that shall argue up from Man to God Takes but the paines to gather his owne Rod Who from such Premisâ—es shall drawe's Conclusion Makes but a Syllogisme of his owne confusion 45. On Mans Plea MAns Plea to Man is That he never more Will begge and that he never begg'd before Mans Plea to God is That he did obtaine A former Suit and therefore sues againe How good a God we serve that when we sue Makes his old gifts th'examples of his new 46. On Furio. FVrio will not forgiue Furio beware Furio will curse himselfe in the Lords Prayer 47. On Martha and Mary MArtha with joy receiv'd her blessed Lord Her Lord she welcoms feasts and entertains Mary saâ—e silent heares but speakes no word Martha takes all and Mary takes no paines Mary's to heare to feast him Martha's care is Now which is greater Martha's love or Mary's Martha is full of trouble to prepare Martha respects his good beyond her owne Mary sits still at ease and takes no care Mary desires to please her selfe alone The pleasure's Maryes Martha's all the care is Now which is greater Martha's love or Maryes T is true Our blessed Lord was Martha's Guest Mary was his and in his feast delighted Now which hath greater reason to love best The bountifull Invitor or th'invited Sure both lov'd well But Mary was the detter And therefore should in reason love the better Marye's was spirituall Martha's love was carnall T'one kist his hand The other but the Glove As far as mortall is beneath eternall So far is Martha's lesse then Marye's love How blest is he Great God whose heart remembers Marye's to Thee and Martha's to thy Members 48. On our Blessed Saviour WE often read our blessed Saviour wept But never laught and seldome that he slept Ah sure his heavy eyes did wake â—â—d weepe For us that sin so oft in Mirth and Sleepe 49. On Sinnes SIâ—â—es in respect of Man all mortall be All veniall Iesu in respect of Thee 50. On Mans behaviour to God VVE use our God as Vs'rers doe their bands We often beare him in our hearts our hands His Paths are beaten and his Wayes are trod So long as hee 's a profitable God But when the Money 's paid the Profit 's taken Our Bands are cancel'd and our God 's forsaken 51. On Mans Cruelty ANd daâ—'st thou venture still to live in Sin And crucifie thy dying Lord agin Were not his Pangs sufficient must he bleed Yet more O must our sinfull pleasures feed Vpon his Torments and augment the Story Of the sad passion of the Lord of Glory Is there no pitty Is there no remorse In humane brests Is there a firme diâ—orsâ— Betwixt all mercy and the hearts of Men Parted for ever ne'r to meet agen No mercy bides with us ' â—is thou alone Hast it sweet Jesu for us that have none For Thee Thou hast â—ore-stal'd our Markets so That all 's Above and we have none Below Nay blessed Lord we have not wherewithall To serve our shiftlesse selves unlesse we call To thee that art our Saviour and hast power To give and whom we Crucifye each hower W' are cruell Lord to thee and our selves too IESV forgive's we know not what we doe 52. Mans Progresse THe Earth is that forbiden Tree that growes i th' midst of Paradise Her Fruit that showes So sweet so faire so pleasing to the eyes Is worldly pleasure in a faire disguize The Flesh suggests The fruit is â—aire and good Apt to make wise and a delicious Food It hath a secret vertue wherewithall To make you Gods and not to dye at all Man â—asts and â—empts the frailty of his Brother His Brother eats One bits calls on another His guilty Conscience opes his eyes He sees He sees his â—mpty nakednesse and flees He stiâ—ches slender Fig-leaves and does frame Poore Arguments t'â—xcuse his Sin his Shame But in the cooler evening of his Dayes The voyce calls Adam Adam's in a Maze His Consciâ—nce bids him run The voyce pursues Poore Adâ—m trembles ere he knowes the newes Adam must quit the Garden lest he strive To tast the saving Tree of life and live Poore Man must goe But whether is he bound Ev'n to the place from whence he came the â—round 53. On the two great Flouds TWo Flouds I read of Water and of Wine The first was Noahs Lot the last was thine The first was the Effect The last the Cause Of that foule Sin against the sacred Lawes Of God and Nature Incest Noah found An Arke to save him but poore Lot was drownd Good Nâ—ah found an Arke but Lâ—t found none W' are safer in Gods hands then in our owne The former flood of waters did extend But some few dayes this latter ha's no end They both destroy'd I know not which the worst The last is ev'n as Gen'rall as the first The first being ceas'd the world began to fill The last depopulates and wasts it still Both Flouds ore welm'd both Man and beast together The last is worst if there be best of either The first are ceas'd Heav'n vow'd it by a Signe When shall we seâ— a Rainebow after Wine 54. On Fuca. FVca thou quoâ—'â—t the Scriptures on thy side And maksâ— Rebecâ—a patronize â—hy pride Thou say'st that she wore Ear-rings Did she so Know this withall She bore the Pitcher too Thou may'st like hâ—r weâ—re Ear-rings if thy pride Can stoope to what Rebecca did beside 55. On Abrahams servant THis faithfull Servant will not feed uâ—till He doe his trust-reposing Masters will There 's many now that will not eat before They speed their Masters work They 'l drink the more 56. On Alexander NO marvell thou great Monarch did'st complaine And weep there were no other worlds to gaine Thy griefes and thy complaints were not amisse H 'as Griefe enough that findes no world but this 57. On rash Iudgement IVdge not too fast This Tree that does appeare So barren may be fruitfull the next yeare Hast thou not patience to expect the hower I feare thy owne are Crabs they be so â—ower Thy Judgement oft may tread beside the Text A Saul to day may prove a Paul the next 58. On Iacobs purchase HOw poore was Iacobs motion and how strangâ— His offer How unequall was th' exchange A messe of Porrage for Inheritance Why could not hungry Eâ—au strive
Will wagg their Tayles and faune But snarle if none 87. On Mans Rebellion O How perverse is Flesh and Bloud in whom Rebellion blossomes from the very Wombe What Heav'n commands how lame we are to do And things forbid how soone perswaded tâ— We never read rebellioâ—s Israel did Bow to strange Gods till Israel was forbid 88. On Israel HAd Israel in her want been truely humbled Isr'el had prayd ground to heav'n not grumbled But Isr'el wanted food Isr'els complaint Could not be servent Isr'el being faint Isr'el gets food Now Isr'el is so full That her Devotion and her Zeale is dull Lord when art thou in season When 's the time To doe thee service When 's our Zeale in prime 'T is alwayes either not full ripe or wasting We can not serve our God nor Full nor Fasting 89. On the Sinners Refuge HE that shall shed with a presumptuous hand The blood of Man must by thy just command Be put to death The Murtherer must dye Thy Law denyes him refuge where to flye Great God Our hands have slain a man nay further They have commitâ—ed a presumptuous murther Vpon a guiltles Man Naâ— what is worse They have betraid our Brother to the Curse Of a reproachfull death Nay what exceeds It is our Lord our dying Saviour bleeds Nay more It is thy Son thy only Son All this have we all this our hands have done On what deare Obiects shall we turne our eye Looke to the Law O by the Law we dye Is there no Refuge Lord No place that shall Secure our Soules from Death Aâ— none at all What shall poore Mortals do Thy Lawes are jâ—st And most irrevocable Shall we trust Or flye to our owne Merits and â—e freed By our good Workes I there were helpe indeed Is there no City for a Soule to flye And save it selfe Must we resolve to dye O Infinite O not to be exprest Nay not to be conceived by the brest Of Men or Angels O transcendent Love Incomprehensible as farre above The reach of Man as mans deserts are under The sacred Benefit of so â—lest a Wonder That very Blood our sinfull hands have shed Cryes loud for Mercy and those Wounds do plead For those that made them he that pleades forgives And is both God and Man both dead and lives He whom we murther'd is become our Gâ—arden Hee 's Man to suffer and hee 's God to pardon Here 's our Protection Here our Refuge City Whose living springs run Piety and Pitty Goe then my Soule and passe the common Bounds Of Passion Goe and kneele before his Wounds Go touch them with thy lips thou needst not feare They will not bleed afresh though Thou be there But if they doe that very Blood thou spilt Beleev 't will plead thy Pardon not thy Guilâ— 90. On the deposing of Princes I Know not by what vertue Rome deposes A Christian Prince Did Aaron command Moses If sacred Scriptures mention such a thing Sure Rome has colour to depose a King 91. On PETERS Keyes THe pow'r of Peter does all pow'r excell He opens Heav'n He shuts the Doores of Hell The Keyes are his In what a â—aâ—e were they Should Petersâ— Successors mistâ—ke the Kâ—y 92. On Offrings ARe all such Offrings as are crusht and bruis'd Forbid thy Altar May they not be us'd And must all broken things be set apart No Lord Thou wilt accept a Broken Heart 93 On Vsurers OF all men Vs'rers are not least accurst They robb the Spittle pinch th' Afflicted worst In others griefe they 'r most delighted in Whilst Givers suffer for the Takers sin O how unjust a Trade of life is that Which makes the Lab'rers leane and th' idle fat 94. On Repentance CAnst thâ—â— recover thy consumed Flesh From the well-feasted Wormes Or put on fresh Canst thou redeeme thy Ashes from the dead Or quit thy Carkas from her sheet of Lead Canst thou awaken thy earth-closed eyes Vnlock thy Marble Monument and rise All this thou mayst performe with as great ease As to Repent thee mortall when thou please It is thy Grave not Bed that thou art in Th' art not asleepe but thou art dead in Sin 95. On Wine and Water NAture and Grace who ever tasted both Differ as much as Wine and Water doth This clenses if not grosly stayn'd with Sin The outward Man but scowers not within That cheares the heart makes the Courage bold Quickens and warmes dead spirits that are cold It fires the Blood and makes the Soule divine O â—hat my Water Lord were turnd to Wine 96. On Balams Asse THe Asse that for her slownesse was â—orbid To be imployed in Gods service did Perâ—orme good service now in being slow The Asse received stripes but would not goe She bauâ—kd the way and Balam could not guid her The Asse had farre more wisedome then the Rider The Message being bad the Asse was loth To be the Bearer 'T was a happy sloth 'T was well for Balam Had his Asse but tryde Another step Balam had surely dy'd Poore Asse And was thy faithfull service payd With oft-repeated strokes Hadst thou obayd Thy Lord had bought thy travell with his blood Such is Mans payment often bad for Good The Asse begins to question with his Master Argues the case pleads why he went no faster Nay shewes him Myst'ries far beyond his reach Sure Godwants Prophets when dull Asses preach The Asse perceives the Angel and fals downe When Balam sees him not or â—ees unknowne Nor is 't a wonder for Gods Spirit did passe From blindfold Balam into Balams Asse 97. On some raw Divines SOme raw Divines no sooner are Espous'd To their first Wives and in the Temple hous'd But straight the Peace is broke They now begin T' appoint the Field to fight their Battailes in School-men must war with School men text with text The first 's the Chaldee's Paraphrase the next The Septuagints Opinion thwarts Opinion The Papist holds the first The last th' Arminian And then the Councells must be call'd t'advice What this of Lateran sayes what that of Nice And here the poynt must be anew disputed Arrius is false and Bellarmine's confuted Thus with the sharpe Artill'ry of their Wit They shoot at Random carelesse where they hit The slightly studied Fathers must be prayd Although on small acquaintance in to ayd Whose glorious Varnish must impose a glosse Vpon their Paint whose gold must gild their drosse Now Martine Luther must be purg'd by them From all his Errors like a School-boyes Theame Free-wil's disputed Consubstantiation And the deepe Ocean of Predestination Where daring venter oft too far into 't They Pharo like are drownd both Horse and Foot Forgetting that the Sacred Law enioynes New-married men to sit beneath their Vines And cheare their Wives They must not venter out To Warre untill the Yeare be run about 98. On Buying of the Bible T Is but a folly to rejoyce or boast How smal a price thy wel-bought Pen'worth cost Vntill
t'enhaunce His price a little So much undâ—rfoot Well might he give him Bread and drink to boot An easie price The case is even our owne For toyes we often sell our Heaven our Crowne 59. On Esau. WHat hast thou done Nay what shal Esau do Lost both his Birthright and his Blessing too What hath poore Esau left but empty teares And Plaints that cannot reach the old mans eares What with thy Fathers Diet and thine owne Thy Birthright's aliend and thy Blessing 's gone How does one mischiefe overtake an other In both how overtaken by a Brother Could thy imperious stomack but have stay'd And if thy Fathers had not bin delay'd Thou had'st not need have wept and pleaded so But kept thy Birthright and thy Blessing too Had thy unprosp'rous thy unlucky hand Dispatch'd thy Venz'on as it did thy Land Thy sorrowes had not made so great a Heape That had not bin so deare nor this so cheape Had thine given place but to thy Fathers will Thad'st had thy Birthright and thy Blessing still 60. On the absence of a blessing THe blessing gon what do's there now remaine Esau's offended Iacob must be slaine The heart of man once emptyed of a Grace How soone the Devill jostles in the place 61. On the younger Brother I Know the Elder and the Yonger too Are both alike to God Nor one nor other Can plead their yeares But yet we often doe Observe the Blessing 's on the yonger Brother The Scripture notes it but does spare to show A reason therefore I despaire to know 62. On Kain BEfore that Monster spilt his Brothers blood W'â—re sure the fourth part of the world was good O what a dearth of goodnes did there grow When the Fourth part was murd'red at a blow 63. On the righteous Man PRomise is dâ—tt And Det implyes a payment How can the righteous then dout food raymeÌ„t 63. On Faith Love and Charity BY nature Faith is fiery and it tends Still upward Love by native course descends But Charity whose nature doth confound And mixe the former two moves ever round Lord let thy Love descend and then the Fire Of sprightly Faith shall kindle and aspire O then my circling Charity shall move In proper motion mixt of Faith and Love 64. On Iacobs Pillow THe Bed was Earth The raised Pillow Stones Whereon poore Iacob rests his head his Bones Heav'n was his Canopy The Shades of night Were his drawne Curtaines to exclude the Light Poore State for Isacks heyre It seemes to me His Cattell found as soft a Bed as Hee Yet God appeared there his Ioy his Crowne God is not alway seene in Beds of Doune O if that God shall please to make my Bed I care not where I rest my Bones my Head With Thee my wants can never proove extreame With Iacobs Pillow give me Iacobs Dreame 65. On Faith FAith do's acknowledge Gifts altho we have not It keepes unseene those Sins Confession hid not It makes us to enjoy the Goods we have not It counts as done those pious deeds we did not It workes endowes it freely â—accepts it hides What Grace is absent where true Faith abides 66 On Zacheus ME thinks I see with what a busie hast Zacheus climb'd the Tree But O how fast How full of speed canst thou imagine when Our Saviour call'd he powder'd downe agen He ne'r made tryall if the boughes were sound Or rotten nor how far 't was to the ground There was no danger fear'd At such a Call Hee 'l venture nothing that dare feare a fall Needs must he downe by such a Spirit driven Nor could he fall unlesse he fell to Heaven Downe came Zacheus ravisht from the Tree Bird that was shot ne'r dropt so quicke as he 67. On the Thiefe and Slanderer THe Thiefe and Sland'rer are almost the same T'one steales my goods the tother my good name T'one lives in scorâ—e the other dies in shame 68. On Abramâ— pleading for Sodome HOw loth was righteous Abraham to cease To beat the price of lustfull Sâ—doms peace Marke how his holy boldnesse intercepts Gods Iustice Brings his Mercy downe by steps He dare not bid so few as Ten at first Nor yet from Fifty righteous persons durst His Zeale on sudden make too great a fall Although he wisht salvation to them all Great God Thy dying Son has pow'r to cleare A world of sinnes that one shall noâ— appeare Before thine angry eyes What wonder then To see thee fall from Fifty downe to Ten 69. On Mans goodnesse THy hand great God created all things good But Man rebell'd and in defiance stood Against his owne Creation and did staine Nay lost that goodnesse which the Beasts retaine What â—ap ha's Man poore Man above the rest That hath lesse goodnesse left him then a Beast 70. On Zacheus SHort-legg'd Zacheuâ— 'T was the happiest Tree That ever mortall climb'd I meane to Thee Thy paynes in going up receiv'd the Crowne Of all thy labour at thy comming downe Thy Statures lownesse gave thee faire occasion To mount that Tree that Tree to find Salvation But was 't the Tree Zacheus No t' was Hee Whose bleeding Body dy'd upon the Tree 71. On the Roman Turke and Atheist THe Roman worships God upon the wall The Turke a false God Th' Atheist none at all 72. On Babels Building GReat God no sooner borne but we begin Babels accurs'd Foundation by our Sin Our thoughts our words our deeds are ever yeelding The sad materials of our sinfull Building Should not thy Grace prevent it it would even Rise and rise up untill it reach'd to heaven Lord ere our Building shall begin to show Confound our Language and our Building too 73. On the Theife and the Lyer THe Lyer and the Thiefe have one Vocation Their difference is but only in their Fashion They both deceive but diversly proceed The first deceives by Word the last by Deed. 74. On the Egyptians Famine MArke but the course the pin'de Egyptians run When all their coyn when all their corn is done They come to Ioseph and their stomacks plead They chaÌ„ge their beasts for corn their flocks for bread Yet still they want Observe what now they doe They give their Lands and yeeld their Bodies too Now they have Corne enough and now they shall Have seed to sow their barren soyle withall Provided that the fiâ—t of their encrease Be Pharoe's Now their stomacks are at peace Thus when the Famine of the Word shall strike Our hungry Soules our Soules must doe the like We first must part with as by their directions Our Flocks our Beasts our Bestiall Affections When they are gone what then must Sinners doe Give up their Lands their Soules and Bodies too O then our hearts shall be refresht and fed Wee shall have seed to sowe and present Bread Allowing but the fift of our encrease Wee shall have plenty and our soules have peace How art thou pleasâ—d good God that Man shold live How slow art
wound his Childe Where we should be severe w' are oft too milde Vnequall Ely was thy Sentence iust To censure Zeale and not to punish Lust Could thy parentall mildnesse but have past The former by as eas'ly as the last Or had the last by just proportion bin Rated but like the first supposed sin Perchance thy aged head had found encrease Of some few dayes and gone to sleepe in peace Passions misplac'd are dangerous Let all Remember Elies Faults with Elies Fall 7. On the refining of Gold HAst thou observed how the curious hand Of the Refiner seekes to understand The inadult'rate purenesse of his Gold He waighs it first and after does infold In Lead and then commits it â—o the Fire And as the Lead consumes the Gold drawes â—igher To his perfection without wast or losse Of his pure substancâ— but his waight his drosse The Great Refiner of Mans baser Heart Vses the like nay showes the selfe-same Art He weighs it first and finding it too full Of Trash and Earth he wraps it in some dull And leaden crosse of Punishment or Sin Then tryes it in Afflictions Fire wherein The Lead and Drosse evaporate together And leaves the Heart refin'd and quit of â—ither Thus though Mans Heart be lessen'd by the Crosse And lighter 'T is but lighter by the Drosse 8. On Dagon and the Arke WHat newes with Dagon Is thy Shrine so hot Thou canst not keepe it Or has Dagon got The falling sicknes that his Godship's found On such a posture prostrate on the Groâ—nd Poore helplesse God! But stay Is Dagon growne So weake ith'hamms Nor stand nor rise alone A God and cannot rise T is very odde He must have help or lye A proper God! Well Dagon must requier helpe of hands Vp Dagon goâ—s the second time and stands As confident as though his place had bin His owne in Fee Downe Dagon falls agin But Dagon's shrewdly martyr'd with the jumpe Lost hands and Head and nothing left but stumpe Sure all 's not well with Dagon now a late Hee 's either sicke or much forgot the State Belonging to so great a God Has none Offer'd some stinking Sacrifice or blowne Some nauseous fume into his Sacred Nose And made his God-ship dizzy Or who knowes Perchance h 'as taken Pett and will resigne His sullen place and quitt his empty Shrine No wonder a false God should stoope and lye Vpon the floore when as a true God's by It was unlikely Dagon should forbeare Respite of Homage when the Arke was there If I would worship a false God at all It should be one that would not scorne to fall Before his Betters whose indiff'rent arme If it could doe no good could doe no harme I 'd rather choose to bend my idle knee Of all false gods to such a God as Hee Whose spirit 's not too quick The fabulous Frogg Found greater danger in the stork then Logge And to conclude I 'd choose him Dagon-like Not having Head to plot nor Hand to strike 9. On Saul and David SVre Saul as little lookd to be a King As I and David dreamd of such a thing As much as he when both alike did keepe The one his Fathers Asses t'other Sheepe Saul must forsake his Whip And David flings His Crooke aside And they must both be Kings Saul had no sword and David then no speare There was none Conquer'd nor no Conqu'ror there There was no sweat There was no blood to shed The unsought Crowne besought the wearers head There was no Stratagem No Opposition No taking parts No jealous Competition There needs no Art There needs no sword to bring And place the Crown where God appoints the King 10. On David and Goliah SAthan's the great Goliah that so boasts And threats our Israel and defyes her Hosts Those smoother Stones couragious David tooke From the soft bosome of the silver Brooke Are Scriptum ests The Sling that gives them flight Is Faith That makes them flye and flye aright Lord lend me Davids Sling and then I know I shall have Davids strength and courage too Give me but skill to pick such Stones as these And I will meet Goliah when he please 11. On Sauls Witch WHen Saul receiv'd no answer down froÌ„ heav'n How quickly was his jealous passion driven A despr'ate Course He needs must cure the Itch Of his extreame desiers by a Witch When wee have lost our way to God how levell How easie to be found 's the way toth ' Divell 12. On the necessity of Gods presence VVHen thou wert present with thy strengthning Grace Saul prophesied and fought But when Great God thou didst with-draw thy face Murther was in his thought Thus as thou giv'st or tak'st away thy hand We either fall or stand 13. Davids Epitaph on Jonathan HEre lyes the fairest Flowre that stood In Isr'els Garden now in Blood Which Death to make her Girland gay Hath cropt against her Triumph Day Here here lies Hee whose Actions pen'd The perfect Copie of a Frend Whose milke-white Vellam did incurre No least suspition of a Blurre Here lyes th' example of a Brâ—ther Not to be follow'd by another The faire indented Counter-part Of Davids Joy of Davids Heart Rest then For â—ver rest alone Thy Ashes can be touch'd by none Till Death hath pickt one such another Here lyes a Flow'r a Friend a Brother 14. On Gods Word GOds sacred Wâ—rd is like the Lampe of Day Which softens wax but makes obdure the clay It either melts the Heart or more obdures It never falls in vaine It wounds or cures Lord make my brest thy Hive and then I know Thy Bees will bring in Waxe and Honey too 15. On Man BY Nature Lord men worse then Nothing be And lesse then Nâ—thing if compar'd with Thee If lesse and worse then Nothing tell me than Where is that Sâ—mthing thou so boasts proud Man 16. On Ahazâ—Diall MAns Heart 's like Ahaz Diall If it flees Not forward it goes backward ten Degrees 17. On Lust. LVst is an Ignis fatuus that arises From the base Earth that playes her wanton prizes In solitary Hearts and ever haunts Darke places whose deceitfull flame inchaunts The wandring steps of the diverted stranger Still tempting his mis-guided feet to danger She never leaves till by her faire delusion Shee brings him headlong to his owne confusion 18. On Thamar and Ammon SHe must be lov'd Then courted and what more Enjoy'd then hated then expeld the dore Ammon must be discov'red must obtaine License to Feast and then be drunke then slaine O what Repose is had in sinfull Breath Whose love in hate whose mirth coÌ„cludes in death 19. On Love and Lust. THey 'r wide that take base Lust for Loves halfe-brother Yeelding two Fathers but the selfe same Mother Lust is a Monster that 's conceiv'd and bred Of the abused Will maintain'd and fed With sensuall thoughts Of nature rude uncivill Of life robustious and whose Sire 's the Devill But Love 's the Childe of
charg'd his God with ill A Faith that lodges in a double Brest May stand the touch None but true Faiths the Test If these be Flames poore man must swelter in He needs a World a patience not to sin 46. On bauling Curres I Feard the world and I were too acquainted I hope my feares are like her Joyes but painted Had I not bin a Stranger as I past Her bauling Curres had never bark'd so fast 47. On DAVID STands it with State that Princely David who Did weare the Crown should play the Harper too He playes and sings His glory ne'r disdaines To dance and to receive a Crowne for 's paines T is no disparagement 't is no misprision Of State to play before the Great Musitian 48. On ABRAHAM THe word is out Poore Abr'am must be gon Must take his Isaak take his onely Son The Son of his Affection him from whom From whose blest loynes so many Kings must come Ev'n him must Abr'am slay Abr'am must rise And offer Isaac a burnt Sacrifice God scornes the Offals of our faint desires He gives the best and he the best requires Abr'am forbeares to question thinks not good To reason to advise with Flesh and Blood Begs not young Isaacks life nor goes about T'object the Law of Murther makes no doubt He rises rises early leads his Son Hasts where this holy Slaughter must be done Where God bids Goe that very Breath's a warrant We must not linger there Haste crownes the Arrant His Servants must no further They must stay Private Devotion claimes a private Way They must abide with th' Asse whilst th' aged Syre In t'one hand takes the knife in t'other Fire The sacred Wood of Offring must be pil'd On the young shoulders of th'obedient Childe O here mine eye must spend a teare to see Thee beare that Wood great God that since bore Thee Mistrustles Isaac seeing the wood the fire The sacrificing Knife begins t' enquire But where 's the Sacred Lambe that must be slaine Resolved Abr'am lest the flesh should gaine Too much of Nature sayes not Thou my Son Art he but The Almighty will provide â—s one Where God commands 't is not enough t' effect But we must baulk th' occasion of neglect The faithfull Abra'm now erects an Altar Orders the wood what tongue can chuse but falter To tell the rest He layes his hands upon His wondring Isaac binds his only Son He layes him downe unsheath's his Priestly knife Vp-heaves his arme to take his Isaacks life True faith is active Covets to proceed From thought to action and from will to deed Before the strengthned stroke had time to fall A Sudden voyce from Heav'n cryes hold Recall Thy threatning Arme and sheath thy â—oly Knife Thy Faith has answer'd for thy Isaac's life Touch not the Childe thy Faith is throughly showne That has not spar'd thine owne thine onely Son How easie is our God and liberall who Counts it as don what we haue will to doe 49. On Censorio CEnsorio takes in hand by sharp reproofe To mend his Brothers errror and to snuffe His darkned Flame and yet Censorio's crimes Are rankt among the foulest of the Times Let none presume Censorio to controule Or top the dim light of anothers Soule If not more pure then him that is controll'd The Temple-Snuffers must be perfect Gold 50. On Mordecay and Haman TWo Steeds appointed were by Hamans hand The one at Grasse The other Steed did stand In Persia's Mues The former was providing For Mordecay the last for Hamans riding But since in order last things prove the worst Hamans ambition drove him to the First But see proud Hamans prouder Steed did cast His glorious rider whilest the Iew sits fast What matter Haman Fortuâ—â— though no Friend Of thine first brought thee to thy Iourneyes end 51. On three Fooles THe Wise man sayes It is a Wise mans part To keepe his tongue close pris'ner in his heart If he be then a Foole whose thought denies There is a God how desp'rately unwise How more then Foole is he whose language shall Proclaime in publike There 's no God at all What then are they nay Fooles in what degree Whose Actions shall maintain 't Such fooles are we 52. On miserable Man ADam the highest pitch of perfect nature And lively image of his great Creator Declin'd his God and by one sinfull Deed Destroy'd himselfe and ruin'd all his seed How wretched then how desp'rate's our Condition Whose ev'ry minute makes a repetition Of greater sins against both light of Nature And Grace against Creation and Creator Alas we claime not by descent alone But adde by hourely purchase of our owne There is no breach of Loyalty no sin We are imperfect and unpractis'd in Shall not a world of Sins bring ruine then To One when one Sin slew a world of men 53. On Mans two enemies TWo potent Enemies attend on Man T'one's fat and plump The other leane and wan T'one faunes and smiles The other weepes as fast The first Presumption is Despaire the last That feeds upon the bounty of full Treasure Brings jolly newes of Peace and lasting pleasure This feeds on want unapt to entertaine Gods Blessings Finds them ever in the waine Their Maximes disagree But their Conclusion Is the selfe same Both jump in Mans Confusion Lord keepe me from the first or else I shall Sore up and melt my waxen wings and fall Lord keepe the second from me lest I then Sinke downe so low I never rise agen Teach me to know my selfe and what I am And my Presumption will be turn'd to shame Give me true Faith to know thy dying Son What Ground has then Despaire to worke upon T' avoid my shipwrack upon either Shelfe O teach me Lord to know my God my selfe 54. On Queene ESTER ILlustrious Princesse had thy chance not beene To be a Captive thou hadst bin no Queene Such is the Fortune our Misfortune brings Had we not first bin Slaves w'ad ne'r beene Kings 55. On Slanders HAve sland'rous tongues bin busie to defame The pretious Oyntment of my better name Or hath censorious basenesse gone about With her rude blast to puffe my Taper out They have And let their full mouthd bellowes puffe It is their Breath that sâ—inks and not my Snuffe I let them snarle and burst that I may smile Doe let them jerk and I will laugh the while They cannot sâ—rike beyond my patience No I le beare and take it for an Honour too The height that my Ambition shall flye Is only to deserve their Calumny O what a Iudgement 't were if such as they Should but allow my Actions and betray My'endangered â—ame by their maligne applause To good Opinion That were a just Cause Of Griefe indeed but to be made the Story Of such base tongues it is my Crowne my Glory I let them spend their Dust against the winde And bark against the Moone till they be blind And weary Let their malice not forbeare
To baule at Innocence to wound and teare An absent name whilst their unâ—allowed tongues Make me a glorious Martyr in their wrongs I beg no Favour Nay my hearts desire Is still to be calcin'd by such a Fyre That in conclusion all men may behold A faire gilt Counter from a Crowne of Gold Great God I care not this how foule I seeme To Man May I be faire in thy esteeme It matters not how light I seeme to be To the base world so I be weight to thee 56. On NABVCHADNEZZER WHat lucklesse Accident hath bred such ods Betwixt great Babels Monarch and his Gods That they so oft disturbe him and affright His broken slumbers with the Dreames of night Alas what hath this Princely Dreamer done That he must quit the Glory of his Throne His Royall Scepter his Imperiall Crowne Must be expeld his Honour and come downe Below the meanest Slave and for a Season Be banisht from the use the Act of Reason Must be exil'd from humane shape and chew The cudde and must be moistned with the dew Of heav'n nay differ in no other thing From the bruit beast but that he was a King What ayle thy Gods that they are turn'd so rough So full of rage what had they meat enough To fill their golden Stomacks Was thy knee Bent oft enough what might the reason be Alas poore harmelesse things it was not they 'T was not their wills I dare be bold to say They knew it not It was not they that did it They had no pow'r to act or to forbid it Deserv'st thou not Great King the stile of Beast To serve such Gods whose Deities can digest Their servants open wrongs that could dispense With what they'endure without the least offence Illustrious Beast methinks thy better'd state Has no great reason to complaine of Fate Thou art more neere to him thou didst adore By one degree then ere thou wert before â—Tis some promotion That there is lesse ods ' Betwixt thy Nature and thy senslesse Gods 57. On PARTIO HAst thou forsaken all thy Sinnes but One Beleeve it Partio Th' ast forsaken None 58. On Ignorance THe greatest Friend Religion hath t' aduance Her glory's unaffected Ignorance The burning Taper lends the fairest light And shines most glorious in the shades of night 59. On a great Battaile VVHen my rebellious Flesh doth disagree With my resisting Spirit me thinks I see Two mighty Princes draw into the Field Where one must win the Day the other yeeld They both prepare Both strike up their Alarmes Both march Both well appointed in their Armes They both advance their Banners T'one displayes A bloody Crosse The other Colours blaze A Globe terrestriall Nature carries one And Grace the other Each by 's Ensigne's knowne They meet encounter blowes exchange for blowes Dart is returnd for Dart They grapple Close Their Fortune 's hurryed with unequall Sailes Somtimes the Crosse somtimes the Globe prevailes We are that Field And they that strive to win us Are God and Sathan Those that warre within us The Flesh the Spirit No parting of the Fray Till one shall win the other lose the Day My God O weaken this rebellious Flesh That dares oppose O quicken and refresh My dull and coward Spirit that would yeeld And make proud Sathan Master of the Field Deare Lord the Field's thy own thou thoughtst it good To purchas 't with my dying Saviours Blood 'T is thine Great God by title and by right Why should thou question what 's thy owne by fight Lord keepe possession thou and let th'accurst And base Vsurper doe his best his worst 60. On the World THe World 's an Inne and I her Guest I eate I drinke I take my Rest My Hostesse Nature do's deny me Nothing wherewith she can supply me Where having stayd a while I pay Her lavish Bills and goe my way 61. On the Sabbath AWay my thoughts Away my words my deeds Away what ever nourishes and feeds My frayle delights Presume not to approach Into my presence dare not once t' encroach Vpon the hallowed Temple of my Soule Ye are not for this Day y' are all too foule Abide yee with the Asse till I goe yonder And cleave the Isaac of my heart in sunder I must goe sacrifice I must goe pray I must performe my holy vowes to day Tempt not my tender frailty I enjoyne Your needfull absence y' are no longer mine But if it may not be that we must sever Our yoakt affections and not part for ever Yet give me leave without offence to borrow At least this day although we meet to morrow 62. On Prayer IN all our Prayers th' Almighty do's regard The Iudgement of the Ballance not the Yeard He loves not Words but Matter 'T is his pleasure To buy his Wares by Weight and not by Measure 63. On FIDO FIndst thou no comfort on this fickle Earth No Joy at all No Obiect for thy Mirth Nothing but Sorrow Nothing else but toyle What doe thy dayes shew nothing worth a smile Doe worldly pleasures no contentment give Content thee Fido Th' ast not long to live 64. On CHARISSA WOldst thou Charissa wish thy fortunes better Then by thy act to make thy God thy Detter I le teach thee how to doe 't Relieve the poore And thou mayst safely set it on Gods Score 65. On RAYMOND SEBVND I Wonder Raymond thy illustrious Witt Strengthned with so much learning could commit So great a Folly as to goe about By Natures feeble light to blazen out Such Heav'n-bred Mist'ryes which the hearts of Men Cannot conceive much lesse the darkned Pen Expresse such secrets at whose depth the Quire Of blessed Angels tremble and admire Could thy vaine-glory lend no easier taske To thy sublime Attempt then to unmaske The glorious Trinity whose Tri-une face Was ne'r discovered by the eye of Grace Much lesse by th' eye of Nature being a story Objected only to the Eye of Glory Put out thy light bold Raymond and be wise Silence thy tongue and close thy'ambitious eyes Such heights as these are Subjects far more fit For holy Admiration then for Witt. 66. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the hayres upon my head And raise their Audit to as high a score In this they differ These doe dayly shed But ah my sinnes grow dayly more and more If by my Hayres thou number out my sinnes Heav'n make me bald before that day begins 67. On the Gospell OVr Gospell thrives the more by forreine Iarres It overcomes in outward opposition But O it suffers still in Civill Warres And loses Honour by a home-division If thou assist I care not Lord with whom I warre abroad so I have peace at home 68. On the dayes of Man LOrd if our dayes be few why doe we spend And lavish them unto so evill an end Lord if our dayes be evill why doe we wrong Our selves and Thee to wish our Day so long Our dayes decrease but still our evils renew Great
God we make them evill Thou mak'st them few 69. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the Sands upon the shore Which every Ebbe layes open to the Eye In this they differ These are cover'd ore With ev'ry Flood My sinnes still open lye If thou wilt make mine Eyes a Sea of teares O they will hide the sinnes of all my yeares 70. On KAIN and DAVID THeir Sins were equall Equall was their guilt They both committed Homicide Both spilt Their Brothers guiltles blood Nay of the twayne The first occasion was lesse foule in Kain 'T was likely Kains Murther was in heate Of blood There was no former grudge no threate But Davids was a Plott He tooke the life Of poore Vriah to enjoy his Wife Was Iustice equall Was her Ballance even Kain was punisht David was forgiven Both came to tryall But good David did Confesse that Sin which cursed Kain hid Kain bewaild the punishment wherein His Sin had plung'd him David wayles his Sin If I lament my sins Thou wilt forbeare To punish Lord or give me strength to beare 71. On PLAVSVS PLausus of late hath rais'd an Hospitall Repay'rd a Church Founded a Colledge Hall Plausus hath built a holy Temple vow'd it To God Erects a Schoole and has endow'd it Plausus hath given through his abundant pity A Spittle to the blind and lame o' th' Citty Plausus allowes a Table for the poore O' th â—Parish besides those he seeds at doore Plausus relieves the Prisons Mends the Wayes Maintaines a Lecture on the Market dayes Plausus in briefe for bounty beares the Bell Plausus has don much Good but nothing Well 72. On Sinnes MY Sinnes are like the Starres within the skyes In view in number ev'n as bright as great In this they differ These doe set and rise But ah my Sinnes doe rise but never seit Shine Son of glory and my sins are gon Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sun 73. On change of Weathers ANd were it for thy profit to obtaine All Sunshine No vicissitude of Raine Thinkst thou that thy laborious Plough requires Not Winter frosts as well as Summer fires There must be both Somtimes these hearts of ours Must have the sweet the seasonable Showres Of Teares Sometimes the Frost of chill despaire Makes our desired sunshine seeme more faire Weathers that most oppose to Flesh and Blood Are such as helpe to make our Harvest good We may not choose great God It is thy Task We know not what to have nor how to ask 74. On PROSPER TAke heed thou prosp'rous sinner how thou liv'st In Sin and thriv'st Thou that dost flourish in thy heapes of gold And summes untold Thou that hadst never reason to complaine Of Crosse or paine Whose unafflicted Conscience never found Nor Check nor Wound Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Allowes thee neither wealth nor Ioy nor Peace Thy golden heapes are nothing but the price Of Paradise Thy Flattering pleasures and thy ayrie â—oyes But painted Toyes Thy peacefull Conscience is but like a Dogge Tyed in a Clogge Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Allowes thee neither Wealth nor Ioy nor Peace Thy heapes of Gold will stand thee in no steed At greatest need Thy Eâ—pty Pleasures will convert thy laughter To groanes hereafter Thy silent Conscience when enlarg'd will roare And rage the more Beleeve it Prosper thy deceitfull Lease Affords thee neither Wealth nor Ioy nor Peace 75. On the Sight of a Plague bill FIve thousand in a weeke in one poore City Because it was thy Pleasure t was no pity Why should thou pity us Just God when we Could never finde a time to pity thee Thou never strik'st without a reason why Nor often then We easily cast our eye Vpon the punishment but blinde toth ' sin That farre transcends the judgement it calls in O if the weekly Bills of our Transgression Could but appeare and make as deepe impression In our sad hearts to make our hearts but know As great a sorrow as our Plague-bills doe No doubt no doubt but Heav'ns avenging hand Would turne a Stranger to our prosprous Land O if that weekly Catalogue of Siâ— Could with our City Bills be brought but in And be compar'd wee 'd think our Bills not high But rather wonder there are men to dye 76. On Theaters SIx dayes were made for work the seventh for rest I read of none that Heav'n ordaind for Play How have our looser Theaters transgrest The Decalogue that make it ev'ry Day Me thinkes that they should change their Trade for shame Or honour 't with a more laborious name 77. On Players and Ballad mongers OVr merry Ballads and â—ascivious Playes Are much alike To common censure both Doe stand or fall T'one sings the other sayes And both are Frippries of anothers Froth In short They 'r Priest and Clark of Belials Altar T'one makes the Sermon T'other tunes the Psalter 78. On God and the King OVr God and Prince whom God for ever blesse Are both in Mercy of a Constitution Both slow till meere necessity shall presse To put their penall Lawes in Execution And marke How in a like successe they joyne At both we grumble and at both repine 79. On the life and death of Man THe life of Man is but th' imperfect Story Of his Adventure towards future Glory For death to finish Who will sticke to say A glorious Ev'n foretells a glorious Day 80. On FOX THere was a time wo-worth that heavy time When rav'noâ—is Foxes did devoure the prime And choyce of all our Lambs But Heav'n did raise A more ingenuous Fox in after dayes Whose high immortall Pen redeem'd their breath And made those Lambs revive in spight of death To see how mutuall Saintly Favours be Thou gav'st them life that now give life to thee 81. On the Booke of Common Prayes THe Booke of Common Pray'r excels the rest For Pray'rs that are most Common are the beâ—â— 82. To MVNDANO WOldst thou Mundano prove too great too strong For peevish Fortunes angry brow to wrong Renounce her power Banish Fortune hence And trust thee to the hands of Providence The poorest heart that ever did importune Heav'ns ayd is farre above the frownes of Fortune 83. On Romes Sacrifices IT cannot be excus'd It is a wrong Proceeding from a too-too partiall tongue To say The profer'd service of false Roâ—â— Had no good savor and did never come Toth ' gates of Heav'n Eye poore Rome's belyde For when our Troopes of glorious Martyrs dy'd In that warm age who were their Priests By whom Was their blood shed Was 't not by holy Rome Such sweet Perfumes I dare be bold to say Rome never burnt before nor since that day A sweeter Incense save his dying Son Heav'n ne'r accepted since this World begun 84. On a dead Man IT is a common use to entertaine The knowledge of a great man by his Trayne How great 's the dead-man then There 's none that be So backt with troopes of Followers
change of posture lead thy sight From the full view to th' left hand or the right It offers to thine eye but painted Toyes Poore antick Pleasures and deceitfull Ioyes 4. On SERVIO SErvio's in Law If Servio cannot pay His Lawyers Fee Servio may lose the day No wonder formall Servio does trudge So oft to Church He goes to Bribe his Judge 5. On PETERS Cocke THe Cocke crow'd once And Peters careles eare Could heare it but his eye not spend a teare The Cocke crow'd twice Peter began to creepe To th' Fyer side but Peter could not weepe The Cocke crow'd thrice Our Saviour turnd about And look'd on Peter Now his teares burst out 'T was not the Cock It was our Saviours Eye Till he shall give us teares we cannot crye 6. On AMBIDEXTER GOd keepe my Goods my Name they never fall Into the Net of Ambidexters Lawes But for a Cause he seldome prayes at all But curses evermore without a Cause I 'de rather have his Curses all the day Then give his Conscience the least cause to pray 7. On Lazarus the Damosell and a sinner LAz'rus come forth why could not Laz'rus plead I cannot come great God for I am dead Dam'sell arise when Death had closd her eies What power had the Damsell to arise Sinner repent Can we as dead in sin As Laz'rus or the Damsell live agin Admit we could could we appoint the hower The Voyce that calls gives and gives then the power 8. On Sinne. HOw how am I deceiv'd I thought my bed Had entertaind a faire a beauteous Bride O how were my beleeving thoughts misled To a false Beauty lying by my side Sweet were her Kisses full of choyce delight My Fancy found no difference in the night I thought they were true Ioyes that thus had led My darkned Soule But they were false Alarmes I thought I 'd had faire Rachel in my Bed But I had bleare ey'd Leah in my armes How seeming sweet is Sin wheÌ„ cloathd with Night But when discover'd what a loathd delight 9. On Repentance T Is not to Cry God mercy or to sit And droope or to confesse that thou hast faild T is to bewaile the sinnes thou didst commit And not commit those sinnes thou hast bewaild He that bewailes and not forsakes them too Confesses rather what he meanes to doe 10. On Man MAn is a mooving Limbeck to distill Sweet smelling waters where withall to fill Gods empty Bâ—ttle Lord doe thou inspire Thy quickning spirit Put in thy sacred Fire And then mine eyes shall never cease to droppe Till they have brimd thy Bottle to the Toppe I can doe nothing Lord till thou inspire I 'm a cold Limbeck but expecting Fire 11. On the pouring out of our hearts T Is easie to poure in But few I doubt Attaine that curious Art of pouring out Some poure their hearts like oyle that there resides An unctions substance still about the sides Others like Wine which though the substance passe Does leave a kinde of savour in the Glasse Some pour their hearts like Milk whose hiew distaines Though neither Substance nor the sent remaines How shal we poure them then that smel nor matter Nor colour stay Poure out your hearts like water 12. On Friends GOd sheild me from those friends I trust and be My firme defence from such as trust not Thee 13. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Bul-rush seems so smooth that not The eye of Cato can discry a knot Pill but the Barke and strip his smoother skin And thou shalt find him spungie all within His browes are alwaies ponderous as Lead He ever droopes and hangs his velvet head He washes often but if thou enquire Into his depth his rootes are fixt in myre 14. On SERVIO SErvio would thrive and therefore do's obay Gods Law and shuts up Shop o th' Sabbath day Servio would prosper in his home affaires And therefore dares not misse his Dyet-Prayres Servio must put to Sea and does implore Toth'end that he might safely come ashore Servio's in Suit and therefore must be tyed To morning prayre untill his Cause be tryed Servio begins to loath a Single life And therefore prayes for a high-portion'd Wife Servio would faine be thought religious too And therefore prayes as the Religious doe Servio still prayes for Profit or Applause Servio will seldome pray without a Cause 15. On the Devils Master-Piece THis is the height the Devils Art can show To make man proud because he is not so 16. On our Saviours Fishing WHen as our blessed Saviour tooke in hand To be a Fisher Marke the rule he keepes He first puts off a little from the Land And by degrees he launchd into the Deepes By whose example our Men-fishers hold The selfe same course They do the same or should 17. On Mans greatest Enemy OF all those mortall enemies that take part Against my Peace Lord keep me froÌ„ my Heart 18. On the Hypocrite HEe 's like a Reed that alwaies does reside Like a well planted Tree by th' water side Hee beares no other fruit but a vaine bragge Of formall sanctitie A very Flagge Hee 's round and full of substance to the show But hollow hearted if enquir'd into In peacefull seasons when the weather 's faire Stands firme but shakes with every blast of Aire 19. On the holy Scriptures WHy did our blessed Saviour please to breake His sacred thoughts in Parables and speake In darke Enigma's Whosoere thou be That findst them so they were not spoke to Thee In what a case is he that happs to run Against a post and cries How dark's the Sun Or he in Summer that complaines of Frost The Gospell's hid to none but who are lost The Scripture is a Ford wherein t is said An Elephant shall swim a Lambe may wade 20. On Mans heart NAture presents my heart in Ore Faire civill cariage gilds it o're Which when th' Almighty shall behold With a pleas'd eye he brings to gold Thus chang'd the Temple Ballance weighs it If drosse remaine the Touch bewrayes it Afflictions Furnace then refines it Gods holy Spirit stamps and coynes it No Coyne so currant it will goe For the best Wares that Heav'n can show 21. On Drunkennesse MOst Sins at least please Sense but this is treason Not only 'gainst the crowne of Sense but Reason 22. On a Kisse ERe since our blessed Saviour was betrayd With a Lip-Kisse his Vicar is affraid From whence perchance this common use did grow To kisse his tother End I meane his Toe 23. On the Alchymist THe patient Alchymist whose vaine desire By Art is to dissemble natures Fyre Imployes his labour to transmute the old And baser substance into perfect Gold He laughs at unbeleevers scornes and flouts Illiterate Counsell neither cares nor doubts Vntill at length by his ingenious Itch Hee 's brought most poore in seeking to be rich Such is the Civillman that by his even And levell actions hopes to merit Heaven He thinks
Rhemus what demented Soule would spare To ruine Wife or to dis-land an Heyre Rather then feele such torments you pretend That equall Hell in all but Time and end Ah Rhemus If the power of Gold be such How dare you be so bold to dye so rich 18. On JACOB NE're boast thy Bargaine Iacob For poore wee Have made a better contract far then thee We envy not his Land thou didst inherit Our Brother tooke our Flesh gave us his Spirit 19. On SIMON MAGVS SImon bring Gold enough and I will tell thee Wher thou shalt buy what Peter wold not sâ—l thee Repaire to his Successors They are free And frolick Gamsters not so strict as Hee Nay if thy Gold be weake they will not stand To sell good Pen'worths at the second hand They 'l sell good cheape but they 'l not give to any No Pater-noster where there is no Penny No if thy purse be like an empty Shell They will not give what Peter would not sell. 20. On the Bishop of Rome ADmit great Prelat that thou wert that Rock Wheron the Church was founded coldst unlock The gates of Heav'n and with thy golden Key Make Hel thy Pris'ner and the Fiends obey Thy Papall dignity would far be greater If thou wert Simon but as well as Peter 21. On MILO DO strive to enter Milo though the Gate Be narrow and the rugged passage straight Lessen thy selfe and fast thy carkas thin Take in thy Flesh 't will get thee easier in Look up to heav'n t will raise thy body'uprighter Give lib'rall alms t will make thee tread the lighter Sweat forth thy base corruptions and inherit Thy promis'd Crowne halfe lost for want of spirit Let not thy destard and dull thoughts disdaine Those works which cold despaire mistakes as vaine Take heed Let not thy queazy Soule repine Against those Actions which are none of thine Heav'n bids thee shine what if thy Rayes be dim Doe thou thy best leave the successe to Him Follow thy Worke And when thy Soule shall be Gather'd from hence thy Works shall follow thee 22. On Rome GOod Workes abound in Rome 'T is well they doe 'T is the best string they chalenge to their Bow But ev'ry Hee 's no Monck that weares a Hood 'T is well if they 'r well done as well as good When wandring Passengers have lost their way No sort of men that ride so fast as they 23. On three dayes and nights THou knowst our dying Saviour did repose On Friday On the Sabbath he arose Tell me by what account can he be said To lodge three dayes and nights among the dead He dyde for all the World what wanted here Was full supply'd in t'other Hemisphere 24. On TOBITS Dogge WHat luck had Tobits dog what grace what glory Thus to be Kenel'd in th' Eternall Story Vntill th' Apocrypha and Scripture sever The mem'ry of Tobits dogg shall live for ever 25. On the Gospell VVHen two Evangelists shall seeme to vary In one discourse they 'r divers not contrary One Truth doth guide them both One spirit doth Direct them doubt not to beleeve them both 26. On SERVIO SErvio 'T is scarcely worth thy paines to smother Or to subdue one Sin and hugge another Beleeve it Servio he that is in thrall To one is a potentiall Slave to all 27. On FORMIO FOrmio will keepe the Sabbath read and pray His lips are seal'd from oaths upon that day Formio is clad in black and will absent His fleshly thoughts this holy time of Lent Thinkst thou that Formio's shaking hands with Sin No t is but giving hands to meet agin 28. On IOHN and IESVS IOhn was the Morning-starre that did fore-run The long-wisht rising of our Glorious Sun The first word that Iohns preaching lips expressed Was this Repent Our Saviours first was Blessed Iohn makes th' incision Iesus makes it sound Iesus nere cures where Iohn ne'r made a wound 29. On dispossessing VVE read A broyled Fishes heart will scare A frighted Devil from a troubled brest We read againe By Fasting and by Prayre The fierce Demoniack's only dispossest What this affirmes that flatly does deny With reverence to the Text The t'one's a Lye 30. On HERODIAS I Have a young Herodias lives within me That never leaves to dance untill she win me To grant her Suit will never cease to plead Vntill I give her my Iohn Baptists head O then my sorrow would be past her date And I like Hâ—rod should repent too late 31. On MALFIDO SAthans Injections are like Weeds that fall Into thy Garden darted ore the Wall Whose loathsom smel unscent thy sweeter Flow'rs But grow not there unles we make them ours They 'l dye neglected If thou lend them roome They 'l stink But eas'ly thrown from whence they come Feare not Malfido those they be that spoyle Thy Flow'rs that suck their substance from the soyle 32. On Slanders WHen undeserv'd report distaines my name It shames not but perchaÌ„ce prevents a Shame 33. On Law and Gospell THe Law is rough The Gospell milde and calme That launc'd the Bile this powres in the Balme 34. On abosome Sin THat Sin that finds more credit then the rest That is thy Darling leanes upon thy brest That in the Bâ—some of thy heart does lye That dips within thy dish Sayes Is it I That gives thee kisses that 's the Sin that slayes thee O that O that 's the Iudas that betrayes thee 35. On the World THe World 's a Booke writ by th' eternall Art Of the great Maker printed in Mans heart 'T is falsly printed though divinely pend And all th' Erratas will appeare at th' end 36. On my Soule MY weather-beaten Soule long time has bin Becalm'd and tiding in the Sea of Sin But now afflictions Storme does drive and tosse Her batter'd Keele The wind is loud and crosse Feare fills her tatterd Sailes doubts doe drive her She knowes not where and of all hopes deprive her Thus thus transported by the troubled Ayre Amongst the swallowing Quick-sands of despaire If not prevented by a greater power She looks for wreck and ruine ev'ry hower O that mine eyes could raine a Showre of Teares That that would lay the Storme of all my Feares 37. On the Cuckoe THe idle Cuckoe having made a Feast On Sparrowes Eggs layes downe her owne i' th' Nest The silly Bird she ownes it hatches feeds it Protects it from the weather clocks and breeds it It neither wants repose nor yet repast And joyes to see her Chicken thrive so fast But when this gaping Monster has found strength To shift without a helper she at length Not caring for that tender care that bred her Forgets her parent kills the Bird that fed her The Sin we foster in our bosome thus Ere we have left to feed it feeds on us 38. On TOBIT WAs it not time to send his sonne to Rages For mony wheÌ„ his wife spun hard for wages Was 't not high time for him to post
away That for an Angell paid a Groat a day 39. On DAVID WHo ever sung so high so rapt an 〈◊〉 As David prompted by heroick Clio But when thy more divine Vrania sung What glorious Angell had so sweet a tongue But when Melpomene began to sing Each word 's a Rapture or some higher thing Sweet were thy triumphs sweet those ioyes of thine O but thy Teares were more then most Divine 40. On a Monument SEest thou that Mon'ment Dost thou see how Art Does polish nature to adorne each part Of that rare Worke whose glorious Fabrick may Commend her beauty to an after day Is 't not a dainty Peâ—ce And apt to raise A rare advantage to the Makers praise But knowst thou what this dainty Peece encloses Beneath this glorious Marble there reposes A noysome putrid Carkas halfe devour'd By crawling Caniballs disguiz'd deflour'd With loath'd Corruption whose consuming sent Would poyson thoughts although it have no vent Ev'n sucha Peece art thou who ere thou be That readst these Lines This Monument is Thee Thy Body is a Fabricke wherein Nature And Art conspire to heighten up a Creature To summe Perfection being a living Story And rare Abridgement of his Makers Glory But full of loathsome Filth and nasty mire Of lust uncurb'd Affections base desire Curious without but most corrupt within A glorious Monument of inglorious Sin 41. On PLAVSVS PLausus has built a Church And lest his Glory Should dye has boasted his vain-glorious Story Vpon the painted Wall and built to Fame A large Memoriall of his doubtfull Name Plausus 't is bravely done Thy Deeds make knowne Thou either seekst Gods glory or thy owne 42. On CENSORIO THou blam'st the Age condemns the daies of crimes If thou wouldst mend thy Faults 't would mend the Times 43. On fooles of both kinds SOme scorne the Crosse whilst others fall before it Some sit and take the Bread and some adore it Some are too bold and others too too nice Fooles act a Sin whilst they decline a Vice 44. On the name of JESVS IT is the common course of man to double The name of Iesus in the times of Trouble The name of Lord is not a stile to please us Iesu's no Lord with us if Lord no Iesus 45. On the Woman with the Issue HOw could thy Soule fond Woman be assur'd Thy long disease could be so eas'ly cur'd What couldst thou think the touch of cloth was good To dry the Fountaine of thy flowing Blood Or was 't because our blessed Saviour wore it Or why I read not that thou didst adore it He nere so much as ownd thee Woman Sure Thy Faith and not his Garments wrought the Cure 46. On our Redemption WE were created at a Word a Breath Redeemed with no lesse then Blood Death How much greater labour is it than To wash a Sinner then to make a Man 47. On Gods Arme. T Was not that he was weake or thou so strong He dy'd so soone or that thou liv'st so long The head-strong Oxe is haled to the slaughter When the poore worm crawls many a Summer after When Heav'ns victorious arme shal please to strike The Gyant and the Pigmey are alike 48. On our blessed Saviour O Thou that wert the King of heav'n and earth How poorely wert thou attended at thy Birth A Manger was thy Cradle And a Stable Thy Privy Chamber Marye's knees thy Table Theeves were thy Courtiers the Cross thy Throne Thy Dyet Gall A wreath of Thornes thy Crowne All this the King of Glory endur'd and more To make us Kings that were but Slaves before 49. On CORDVPLO KEepe in thy Actions and maintaine the Fences Of thy clos'd lipps Corduplo and thy Senses Thou shalt deceive both Man and Devill too And mayst be damn'd and yet they never know The Devils power of knowledge never delves Into our hearts till we proclaime our selves 50. On Dreames VVHo dreams a Sin not his dreams forbid it An entertainment sins as if he did it Which if thy slumbring Soule could not prevent Th' art safe if thou hast dreamd thou didst repent 51. On ADAM How soon poore Adam was thy Freedome lost Forfeit to death ere thou hadst time to boast Before thy Triumph was thy Glory done Betwixt a rising and a Setting Sun How soon that ends that should have ended never Thine eyes ne'r slept untill they slept for ever 52. On Sins and Blessings VVE write thy common Blessings Lord upon A sliding streame no sooner writ but gon Thy more illustrious Favors we entrust To the dry Sand defac'd with ev'ry Gust But Lord our Scrowle of Sins are written downe On during Marble or some harder stone And our extreame mis-doings are thought good To be inscrib'd like Draco's Lawes in blood Lord let us change our Tables or our Story And we shall have more Comfort Thou more Glory 53. On CELIA CElia complaines her Heart cannot be well Nor will not Celia till it cease to swell 'T is too-too proud with blood perverse and stout It must be launc'd to let the humour out Alas no launce can pierce it It is growne More hard then Raunce or th' Adamantine stone Then Celia like an Adamant thou must Make the incision with her owne made dust 54. On PVSILLVS PVsillus can be jocund never whines When he is full but still in want repines And like a bad-nos'd â—ound that hunts not true Hee 's at a Fault if not the Game in view Be well advis'd Pusillus Heav'n may chance To pipe no more if thou give ore to dance 55. On Beliefe THe Divels doe beleeve I know they doe But their Beleefe does make them tremble too 57. On CRASTINIO PAst time is gone the Future is to be Crastinio say which most belongs to thee The first thou further goest and further from And thou mayst dye before the last shall come The first Crastinio's now growne out of date Perchance the last may come but come too late The last's uncertaine and the first is gone The present then Crastinio's thine or none 58. On an Hower-glasse MAns life is like an Hower-glasse wherein Each sev'rall sand that passes is a Sin And when the latest sand is spent and run Our Sinnes are finisht as our lives are done 59. On KAIN KAin 't is true It was and did appeare A Punishment too great for thee to beare If thou hadst had a Faith and couldst have bin As much opprest and loaded with thy Sin Thy greater patience either might out-worne it Or found more able Shoulders to have borne it 59 On TICIO TIcio stands gaping for the clouded Sun To be inform'd how fast the howers run Ah foolish Ticio art thou sound in minde To lose by seeking what thou seekst to finde 60. On SORTIO SOrtio that makst a Trade of gaming know Thou breakst two great command'ments at a throw The third thou break'st by thy abuse of Lot Thou breakst the Tenth that bids thee Covet not Now tell me Sortio whether
sins most high He that playes faire or he that helps a Die 61. On RAYMOND SEBVND HOnour to high-brain'd Raymond And no lesse To thy renowned Scholler great Du Plesse Your high attempts object to our dull Sight The God of Nature by dull Natures Light But what has Raymond and Du Plessis done They light but two bright Tapers to the Sun 62. To HENRY Earle of Holland T Is not the Sun-shine of great Cesars Eye Nor our Opinion makes thy Honour flye So faire a pitch Nor need thy Glory claime Assistance from thy Blood t' enrich thy Name But what it is that mounts thee up so high The World shall tell thee Henry and not I Blood gives no Vertue nor Opinion Glory And Princely Favors are but Transitory Heav'ns Act is mingled with great Cesars Eye Heav'n gave thee wings and Cesar bids thee flye 63. On Drunkards and Idolaters WHich is the greater Sin and which the lesse Which finds the sharper which the milder Rod To turne Gods glorious Image to a Beast Or turne the Image of a Beast to God Thrice happy is that soule and more then thrice That buyes no knowledge at so deare a price 64. On dying HE that would dye once well must often trye Practice does bring perfection how to dye The Law 's our Tutor and the World our Schoole Wherein w' are taught by ' example as by Rule The Rods Afliction which being laid away The Gospell comes and begs us leave to play 65. On Ravens and Lilies ARe not the Ravens great God sustaind by Thee And wilt thou cloth the Lilyes and not me I 'le nere distrust my God for Cloth and Bread Whilst Lilyes flourish and the Ravens be fed 66. On degrees of Sin CVrses proportion to the Sins degree Adam had one Eve two the Serpent three 67. A last Will. MY Life 's my dying day wherein I still Am making alter and correct my Will My Soule I doe bequeath to God provided Some smaller Legacies may be divided Among my Friends Item my Sins I giue To my deare Iesus whether dye or live Item I give the World that did refresh The tender frailty of my feeble Flesh My lesser Cares I doe bequeath moreover To my poore body home-spun cloath to cover And hide her shame and Food for needfull diet Some Sleepe but not immoderate to quiet Distemper'd Nature and in her Vacation Some lawful Pleasures for her Recreation My Charity to my poore helples brother I give my Prayers to the true Church my Mother Whose watchfull eyes I must desier still To be the Over-seers of my Will 68. On our JESVS HEe 's like a Rock which when we strive to shun We are in danger to be wreckt upon But when our wide-spred Armes seek Refuge there It will secure us from the harmes we feare 69. To King CHARLES THe Common wealth is like an Instrument The divers sorts of people represent The strings all differing in degrees in places Some trebles and some Meanes and some are Bases The potent Rulers the Musitians are The musicke sometimes peace and sometimes warre The Lawes are like the Ruled Bookes that lye Before their eyes and which they practice by Play on great Charles Heav'n make thy strings as strong And true as thou art skilfull Ravish long The worlds wide eares with thy diviner Ayres That whosoever to thy Land repayres May thence returne amazd and tell the Story Of Brittains Triumph in great Charles his Glory 70. A Riddle THe Goods we spend we keepe and what we save We lose and only what we lose we have 71. On GLORIOSO NEro vaunt Glorioso that thou oft reliev'st The poore Glorioso t is not thine thou giv'st Boast what 's thy own Thou art the poor mans Sive Thy wealth was giv'n thee with a Clause to give Put case it were thy owne thou gav'st what then Thy owne Applause hath paid thy own agen 72. On JVDAS TWo hundred pence What 's that to thee But say That so much Oyntment had beene cast away The coyne that paid for 't Iudas was not thine O Iudas that 's the cause thou didst repine 73. On IMPROPRIATOR LOrd how he swells as if he had at least A Common wealth reposed in his brest A Common-wealth â—Twas shrewdly guest I tell ye He has a Leash of Churches in his Belly 74. On the same PRodigious Stomacke what a cruell deale It can devoure who le Churches at a meale 'T is very strange that Nature should deliver So good â— Stomack to so bad a Liver 75. On LVCRO LVcro it is beleev'd thy Conscience either Is very wide or made of stretching leather Me thinkes thy Conscience rather seemes too small So farre from large I feare th' ast none at all 76. To GOD. IF thou shouldst strike a blow for every slipp That mortalls make or spurre for every tripp Within a moments space here would be found No place left free t' inflict an other wound Hackneys and spur-gall'd Iades would happier be And in condition better farre then Wee 77. On Sleepe and Death IT is receiv'd that Sleep's the elder brother I see no reason for 't I thinke the other Though Sleepe does now usurp the upper hand I 'am sure that death do's sweepe away the Land 78. To RHEMVS THy Conscience tels thee that to make debate Twixt Prince and People to subvert a State To violate a Truce to murther Kings Are lawfull nay are meritorious things Thou hast a Freedome more then we wherein To doe against thy Conscience and not sin 79. On GLORIOSO HE that relieves his brother in distresse And seeks no 〈◊〉 Applause do's nothing lesse Then lend to his Redeemer laying downe A worthlesse 〈◊〉 to take up a Crowne But if vain-glory prompt thy tongue to boast It is not lent Glorioso 'T is but lost 80. To GOD. I Wonder Lord thou shouldst so much desire Our yonger dayes when as the greene-wood fire Of feeble Nature is but newly blowne When ev'ry Roome 's unfurnisht and not one Fit for the presence of so great a Guest None trim'd with Art no not so much as drest With common sense when as th'unburnisht print Of thy faire Image taken from the Mint But now has not the least imbellishment Of heav'nly knowledge Lord what hast thou ment To make such choyce to choose a time so ill When we have neither meanes nor yet a will To entertaine Would not our deeper Age Wherein the Toyes of Child-hood and the rage The fire of lustfull Youth shall be abated Wherein our riper Soules shall be estated In richer Knowledge and the strength of Reason O might not might not this bin thought a season A time more aptly chosen of the twaine For thee to come and us to entertaine No thou great God that art our wise Creator Wert better read in our rebellious Nature Thou knewst the Bow of our corrupted will Stood bent to mischiefe would be drawne to ill By every Arme Thou knewst that every hower Gave new encrease to