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Thrifts equipage Viz. fiue diuine and morall meditations, of 1. Frugalitie. 2. Prouidence. 3. Diligence. 4. Labour and care. 5. Death.
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Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?
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Bodies all the night May rest till Trumpets sound awake to glorious Light To Poore thou shew'st thy honey hid'st thy sting The Rich thy Sting but noâ— thy honey see Like Iailour thou doest good and bad newes bring To Soules that in the flesh imprison'd be One must dye euer th' other shall be free Thou that dost Death to thine by dying make The Messenger of such great ioy and glee Direct my Muse in what I vndertake That I may Death discerne ere Death we ouertake What 's Death but a diuorce or separation Of Man and Wife that neuer could agree From Bed and Booâ—d and from Cohabitation The guilty Flesh payes Costs the Soule is free Yet Both ere long shall one another see Freed from foule Sinne the cause of all their strife And shall in Wedlocks Bands reioined be To loue and liue for aye like Man and Wife A holy happy quiet and eternall Life But this I of the first Death vnderstand Lord of the second neuer let me taste This is the way into the holy Land That doth into continuall darknesse cast No mortall Sense did euer see or tast The seconds anguish terrour horrour paine The first is short the second aye doth last Age Sicknesse men to dye the first constraine The Diuels in the second soules and bodies chaine This setteth willing soules from bodies free That soules in bodies holds against their will By this from Bodies weight we quited be That with such weight of sinne the soule doth fill As to the Pit infernall presse it will This takes good men away before their time Lest they be ouer-whelm'd with too much ill That seizeth on the wicked for their crime That leadeth downe to Hell by this to heau'n we clime The first hath onely power in the graue Second in Hell One vs depriues of sense By th' other sense of endlesse Paine we haue Both haue one name yet see their difference Sinne mother is of both In innocence Had Adam stood Death neuer had been knowne But second Adam hath remou'd long sence The sting of this first Death eu'n by his owne Thus from a Plague Death is to Saints a fauour growne Christ meeteth her as Esau on the way And giues a charge vnto her rougher hands No euill against Iacob to assay Thus turnes he to embracements all her Bands Death made by Sinne our mortall foe now stands Our first fast friend to bring vs vnto blesse And though awhile our carkases she brands With vile corruption aâ—d Râ—ttennesse Our soules the whilst abâ—de in ioy and happinesse All first Death gets is Rottennesse and Dust A Body onely in corruption sowne To kill seeds of Concupiscence and Lust That it more glorious after may be knowne Our earthly part thus turneth to her owne But shall againe a heau'nly body rise And as at first be with the Spirit one Which long hath liu'd in ioyous Paradise Waiting till Christ her mortall should immortalize Alas why should wee then be so afraid Heere to endure a little griefe or paine Be it on Racke or Bed so I be laid Safe in my Graue my soule thereby shall gaine Lord grant me Faith and Patience to maintaine Hels last encounter when my Soule is shaken The holy Martyrs did not so complaine Of Paine when Soule was from the body taken As when their Conscience by tentation was awaken This Death though painefull quicke dispatch doth make The second hath eternitie and paine They rightly at Death's horrour quake and shake Where griefes within more than without remaine Whose consciencâ— them more terribly doe straine Than any outward torment they endure Who sees heau'ns most incomparable gaine And can thereof by Faith himselfe secure Is certaine Death can nought but good to him procure For body fraile one like his glorious head For pleasures profits hopes and honours vaine Whereby than eas'd we are more troubled Eternall rest and freedome from all paine Wer 't thou my Soule but sentenc'd to remaine In this fraile body yet a thousand yeeres Oh! how wouldst thou of wearinesse complaine And maladies thy Flesh about her beares And seeke Death as a blessing eu'n with many teares Yea should this life last without tediousnesse Oh! Doe but thinke that as thou more do'st sinne Thou addest more vnto thy wretchednesse For Death at first by Sinne did enter in Who would not leaue these loathsome ragges to winne That glorious shining roabe of Righteousnesse Thou shalt not lose thy Body but thy Sinne Thou it againe shalt meete in happinesse Corruption shall indeede be changed not thy Flesh. As Golden Ore in Finers fier cast Is not consum'd but cleans'd from drosse and tride So substance of the body doth not waste Onely by Death is purg'd and purifide Should Soules heere in their Tabernacles ' bide With all infirmities till Day of Doome How weary would they be of rest denide And wish their Bodies sleeping in their Tombe Vntill the ioyfull Day of Resurrection come So long as heere our Bodies doe remaine They haue like Wooll one tiâ—cture naturall But Death them dyeth all in purple graine To make them Robes for Sprites Celestiall For we in heau'n like Kings and Princes all Shall reigne in new Hierusalem for ay The Graue vs like each side of Red Sea wall From cruell Egypts bondage on our way Doth to the Land of heauenly Canaan conuay As he who for ill-doing lyeth bound Trembles quakes when loosed from his bands He must before the Iudgement Seal be found To giue account for workes done by his hands But he most stout and resolutely stands Whose Conscience him of euill doth acquite So men reioyce or feare when Death commands Them to appeare before the Iudge vpright There to receiue iust doome for things done wrong or right As water-drops which fall in Fountaine pure Die not but are preseru'd incontinent So Bodies perish not but ay indure Onely resolu'd to their first Element Our spirits fly to heau'n whence they were lent As drops of raine which from the heau'ns descend Are all into the wombe of Tethys sent So Saints dead Bodies to Earths bowels tend Whence drawn vp by Sonnes heate to heau'n they re-ascend What is our Life a wind a course to death They that on Earth the longest course can gaine Runne in the end themselues quite out of breath And no more but their courses end obtaine To which they that liue fewer yeeres attaine God here to men doth life like money lend Which at our Day we must pay backe againe As without oyle the Lampe no light doth send So when our humid's spent our Life is at an end As Pilgrim with long trauell wearied Layes downe his Flesh to sleepe in darkest night But Visions houering about his head Do shew vnto his Soule most heau'nly Light And doth with Dreames his spirits so delight He wisheth oft the night would euer last So fares it with the new-deceased wight When in the graue his Body sleepeth fast And Angels haue his Soule in
thy Writings do increase To largest Volumes for the Churches Peace For Christs pure Spouse and thy deare Kingdomes weale Thy Watchings Prayers Labours neuer cease Else blos'mes of Vines the Fâ—xes soone would steale Or wild Bore root vp all thy Church and Commonweale When in his large wise vnderstanding heart We for our Good such cares continuall see What secret Malice can a man peruert To deeme that in his Loue and Wisedome he Aduance will any to Authoritie But whom he eu'ry way doth able finde To care and labour for the safety Of Church and Kingdome to his care assign'd Wise Masters best discerne how Seruants are inclin'd Great Peeres appointed by this Master wise To Rule his Kingdome and adorne his Hall Of him learne Labour and braue exercise And doe not vnto idle gaming fall The Bane of Court Towne Country Church and all Oh spend the time you from emploiment spare In Tilting Hunting Armes Arts Liberall And so with Piety your minds prepare To labour in your charge and haue of heau'n a care Besides examples of your earthly King Looke on our Lord that sits in heau'n aboue Who heere on earth was alwayes labouring Now as our Head himselfe he doth approue Most carefull for his Spouse and dearâ—st Loue. See his Disciples Saints and Martyrs all How carefull and laborious they proue In Writings Preachings Counsels generall Relieuing poore in want redeeming Saints from thrall Amongst these Lights of Labour with me looke On one though little yet of wondrous might Who Dauid-like takes stones out of the Brooke The proud Goliah in the front to smite Oh how do'st thou most valiantly acquite God and his Church against Rome's railing Host And that Augean stable purgest quite Though it thee mickle care and labour cost Of this would Herâ—'les more than all his labours boast Could Sloth her selfe that sweet Delight but taste Which comes of Paines and honest exercise Her precious time strength she would not waste In Idlenesse and worldly vanities But like to nimble â—arke woâ—ld early rise Who mounting first to heau'n Deuotions sings And afterwards her businesse applyes So long as Light lends vse of eyes or wings And then in â—est enioyes fruit of her trauellingâ— Most sweet Delight at night when wearied We end the Cares and Troubles of the day When priuate publique hauing profited We down our selues with Peace and Comfort lay Not like rich Mizers to their Soules that say In this abundance lye thee downe and rest When ah Who knowes but eu'n that night away His Soule forth from his Body may be prest And he all vnawares o're taken in his nest Vnnecessary Labours worldly Cares Which on themselues not Prouidencâ— depend My Muse to them no such great fauour beares As heere amongst the Graces to commend All things created serue vnto their end For which God at the first did them ordaine And all vnto his Glory doe intend Why then should man be slothfull idle vaine So long as heere on earth he doth in health remaine He hath a minde firme valid rais'd on high Able to soare aboue the Firmament And by sweet Contemplation to descry The heau'ns swift motion Order Gouernment All things are subiect to his Regiment In squallid Slouth and ease yet downe he lyes Till thou who first didst frame his earthly tent Dost raise his mind to heau'nly exercise Which may by Care and Labour him immortalize Not aâ—xious vnprofitable cares Base off-spring of Distrust and Diffidence With present alwayes discontent and feares Vaine future wants or childrens Indigence Distrusting thus Gods gracious Prouidence Which fils with open hands the mouthes of all Whose eyes looke vp to his Beneficence And Lillies clads in colours naturall More faire than Salomons rich robes imperiall He that this all did first of nought ordaine And now it gouernes by wise Prouidence Is by his Bounty able to sustaine All those that labour with true Diligence Sure he will giue aboundant recompence To all who carefull faithfully doe heere Rely on him without least Diffidence He for his Foes did spend his bloud most deare Why then should Friends distrust his Prouidence and Careâ— Kindle thy Loue then in my frozen brest Frame in my minde a study and desire To follow thee that canst direct me best By thy command to march on or retire Awake me from Slouth's filthy durt and mire Lest darknesse me fast-sleeping apprehend From which to Light againe iâ— no retire Let me no houre vnprofitably spend Nor passe one day vnfruitfully vnto mine end That faithfull seruants blessing on him light Whom Thou so doing when thou com'st shalt find Grant whatsoeuer hower of the night My Lord and Master comes my soule and mind May to continuall watching be inclin'd But lest I labour heere too long in vaine I next will passe vnto my Port assign'd To Death the end of all my Care and Paine To graue where till the finall doome I must remaine There quiet I shall sleepe and be at rest With Kings which heere their houses fill'd with gold And Emperours which all the world possest Yet all too streight ambitious thoughts to hold There small and great free bond rich poore young old Oppressors prisoners haue like fruition Of rest All turne againe to dust and mould As small an Vrâ—â— then limits the Ambition Of Popes and Caesars as of Beggers meane condition MEDITATION 5. Of Death COme let 's shake hands we in the end must meete I haue prouided me this goodly Chainâ— Of Graces at thy comming thee to greete For thou wilt not for fauour gold or gaine Thy fatall stroke one moment heere refraine Well close mine eyes and dimme my Bodies Light These shining Gems for euer shall remaine My soule for to enlighten Oh! then smite It skils not when nor how so as my heart stands right Ah! why look'st thou so pale as thou didst feare Thee before men and Angels I forgiue I wish thee not a minute to forbeare I neuer shall the Life of Glory liue Till thou vnlock'st the doore my soule to giue Inlargement from this Prison-house of clay For which she long hath struggled and did striue Yet still the Flesh the Spirit downe doth way And fitting 't is I should my Makers leasure stay Thou earthquake-like this prison house must shake Before my Soule be loosed from her â—ands And make my Kâ—â—pers tremble all and quake Lo then a holy Angell ready stands To saue her from heâ—s-watches grizly hands And though heau'ns sudden Light my Soule amate She forward goes and nothing her withstands A ioyfull entranâ—e to most happy state Thus passe we thorow Deaths-doore in at heau'ns narrow gate Welcome as sleepe to them that right thee know And easie as a Downy-Bed of Rest But thou most gastly-terrible dost show To those that thou do'st vnawares arrest Sweet hau'n to Soules with worlds winds waues opprest A Rocke to those that swimme in sweet Delight Sweet hoast of Saints who with perfumes hath drest The Beds wherein their