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A81112	Euchodia. Or, A prayer-song; being sacred poems on the history of the birth and passion of our blessed Saviour, and several other choice texts of Scripture. In two parts. / By Daniel Cudmore, Gent.	Cudmore, Daniel, 17th cent.	1655 (1655)	Wing C7460; Thomason E1606_2; Thomason E1498_2; ESTC R208455	38,700	131

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Or A PRAYER-SONG BEING Sacred Poems ON THE HISTORY OF THE BIRTH and PASSION OF OUR Blessed SAVIOUR And several other choice texts of SCRIPTURE In two PARTS By Daniel Cudmore Gent. LONDON Printed by J. C. for William Ley in Paul's Chain 1655. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or A Prayer-Song Being Sacred Poem● On the History of the birth ● passiō of our Blessed Savioiur And several other choyce texts of Scripture by Daniel Cudmore Gent. And Wee are his witnsses of these things Acts. 5.32 Behold a Virgine Mathew 1.23 This Iesus which is taken up into Acts. 1.11 Behold the man Iohn 10.5 Hee is not heare but is risen Mat 28.6 La Printed by I C for William Ley at Paul's Chayne 1655. To his honoured Friend HENRY WORTH Esq Sir IN Italy they have a Proverb that Paper blusheth not intimating thereby I suppose that what we are ashamed perhaps to tender in person the pale messenger of an Epistle will not blush to present On these terms it is that having usurp'd your Name in this Dedication and being more happy if in either in my Pen then Tongue and so more obliged to the Printer then to Nature I beg your pardon and acceptance I am not ignorant what censures I shall incur in this adventure viz that the foundation indeed is good as being portions of Scripture but the superstructure wood hay and stubble as being not supplied with materials from those Hurams of Spirit and Learning and so rather apples of lead than of gold in these pictures of silver that what Socrates said in modesty of his Works may be said in earnest of mine That the Paper is more worth then the Work These Objections and more than I can anticipate much less prevent have pursued me to Sanctuary under the shadow of your EAGLES wing where I doubt neither of acceptance nor safety Not that I would make your Patronage an Asylum for Ignorance or your Protection a Refuge for inconsiderate Boldness but that I know your Noble nature to be ever ready to countenance the endeavours and to protect the studies of Vertue and Honesty whereof as I shall still endeavour to be a constant embracer so of you always a true honourer in token whereof I humbly devote my self From my Study in Tiverton this _____ of _____ Your obliged servant Daniel Cudmore To his industrious Friend Mr. DANIEL CUDMORE I Dare presume to tell the bold-fac'd Times Divinity looks best thus cloath'd in Rymes Of all the Factions that have crept of late Into the bowels of our whining State None 's like the Momusites for ev'ry one Studies to carp nay scarce le ts God alone Destroy'd by tongues the tow'r of Babel lies Heav'n grant we fall not by our Heresies Believe me Friend thy Labours shew thou art Indu'd with Wisdom and thy serious heart Hath no outragious Faction but each line Distil'd from heav'n tells us that they are thine Go on with courage though Religion lie Now groaning under sad Deformity And at this time bears an Ecliptick stain 'T will end in conquest and shine bright again Jo. Quarles To the worthy Author GOod works are their own praisers they that show What 't is to praise a work praise what they know I 'll tell thee friend thy labor was my pain In reading and that reading was my gain I did not onely reade but understood What 't was I read and therefore say 'T is good And if my erring judgement have mistook Let the world judge my Judgment not thy Book I 'll therefore second what I said before 'T is good I 'm sure 't is good and what needs more Ric. Harrison Inte. Tomp To the ingenious Author upon his Book TO praise thy work were but to work thy praise 'T is Vertue that thou aimst at not Bays Thy Work is thy Encomium therefore I Will spend no time in Prodigality Of flatt'ring praise but this in short I 'll tell I read I lik'd I prais'd and so farewel Charles Hubburt Gr. Inne The Introduction Psal 90. 17 Prosper thou the works of our hands upon us O prosper thou our handy-work LOrd thou without whose-blessing success Our Wits degenerate to Wickedness Who if thou bidst not Write that book may die In shame or prove the Author's Tragedie Who David 's tongue mad'st as a ready pen When thee he prais'd the fairest of all men O make my pen as ready as his tongue In this my Euchodie and Prayer-song Refine my Wit to Wisdom in this Poem Accept the Dedication speak the Proem Let Naaman love his proud Damascus streams And others hug their Heliconian dreams Those springs alone that flow from Sions hill Shall drench my barren brain and moist my quill But since all springs inspire not but befool Vnless thy Angel of Bethesda's pool Descend and move them with his healing grace Unless thy Spirit move upon their face Oh would they now descend and so baptize My childish fancie in these Mysteries Then should I sing thy Birth as if my brest With one of those thy Angels were possest And write thy deeds as if thou hadst afforded Me what th' Evangelists have not recorded So would I wail thy death that some should think Thy vinegar and gall my onely Ink My Pen should be so tart that it should tear And deeper pierce then did the Souldiers spear But thou who knew'st our weakness by the sense Of a dear-purchased experience Have pity on my Ignorance and daign Some sparks of native wisdom here again That in this men of a judicious head If not thy Image may thy footsteps read Yet let not th' earth thus by thy footsteps trod Be proud but still remember 't is a clod Lest it thy praises curtal and abridge Thee of thy right by Paper-sacriledge On the Nativity of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ Luke 2. 10 Behold I bring you good tidings of great joy that shall be to all people 11 For unto us is born this day in the city of David a Saviour which is Christ the Lord. LEt none hence wonder that the souls vast nature Is comprehended in so small a stature That wonder 's crampt that mirrour here exploded For in this child there is compriz'd a Godhead But stay do not the heav'ns crouch at his feet And beg the honour of a bearing-sheet Doth not the Sun descend on earth to shine And take his Palace for a nobler Signe Doth not the Moon like some great maid of honor With all the troops of stars attending on her Sue for some office No blest Childe my Muse Doth veil her crown and humbly begs excuse A Quill from th' Angel's wing that sung thy birth Were a fit Pen to carol forth our mirth Thou didst devest thy self of much more glory That thou mightst clothe us with intransitory The Sun 's too weak of lustre it would frown Amongst the glories of a Martyr's crown And the dull glory of the azur'd stage But a poor Pageant

to their equipage But may I draw the veil and not deserve T' have one eternal on my visive nerve 'T was not long since thy fiery-pointed eye Did sparkle with consuming Majestie And is it all confin'd comprised all Within the circuit of this gellied ball 'T was not long since thou breath'dst in us our souls And since thy breath did kindle burning coles And do we dare thy nostrils heark O wonder He cries whom erst I 've heard to roar in thunder 'T was not long since such glory Moses drew From see'ng thy back-parts none his face could view And can we see thy face do not w'implore Brandish destructive glory th'row each pore 'T was not long since at thy commanding word The world sprung out of nought like Jonah's guord And since at Sinai's mount did Israel crie Let not the Lord speak to us lest we die And is the mighty Counsellor so weak And he that gave the tongue can he not speak And must their glories all be understood To be wrapt up in humble flesh and blood A Series of wonders which nor men Nor Angels can nor comprehend nor pen Therefore as Angels humbly veil at it Their Wisdoms crowns let us our crowns of Wit That Spirit who conceiv'd thee he can teach How to conceive a Wonder of this reach By him my soul a knowledge of thy worth Brings forth as easie as thou wert brought forth Hence then let 's fetch our Epoche and call This blessed day the birth-day of us all What did our carnal birth boot us this morn Redeems us who condemned were ere born O might I now by vertue of thy birth Be born anew 't would adde to this days mirth And th' Angels who did at thy birth rejoyce At mine in singing would lift up their voice Blest Childe that met'st the heaven with a span Yet in a span art couch'd that dost contain Th' earth in measure Lord yet 't is thy pleasure To be contained in an earthen measure The heav'n of heav'ns cannot contain thy grace Nor art thou straiten'd in a little place Come then take up my heart and until death O make my brest thy blessed Nazareth On the murther of the Innocents Matth. 2. 16. Then Herod when he saw that he was mocked by the wise-men was exceeding wroth and sent forth and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem from two yeers old and under according to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wise-men 1. GOod Babes of whom I may say true For Christ ye did an off ring fall And di'd for Christ ere Christ for you Although none could his love forestal Blest Infantry your Sov'raign's tasters To him of Herod's cup of Malice Ere Christ to finish his disasters Drank deep and free the final Chalice Blest Innocents with whom the case thus stood First circumcised then baptiz'd in blood 2. Sweet Saplings who to spell the Branch Fall subject under Herod's rape VVhose Boureauxes cut and blanch And rob you of your juyce and sap You got blest Cyons by this craft And you may bless curs'd Herod's knife Be'ng hence transplanted y' are ingraft And bourgeon on the tree of life Where each Herodian cicatrice doth bloom Like Aaron's rod so may you bless your doom 3. Curs'd Fox Hell with thy brains did club Thus needlesly to back thy claim But could not blinde rage spare thy Cub Must he fall too before thy aim Foxes use prey abroad but thou Although unwittingly at home Ambitious madness asks not now Whose't is thou prey'st upon or whom Just since thou hast no bowels that thy son Should fall amongst the rest a slaughter'd one 4. Thus Pharaoh like our greedy * The Arms of Rich. 3. who slew his brothers children Hog Or of the kennel with this Fox Who more ador'd Anubis dog Then the plainness of Isis ox Once fearing Israel's increase Enjoyn'd each one to drown each male Till Isr'el groaning for release Their prayers to their God exhale Till he descends and in one fatal morn Slew each Egyptian's and the King 's first-born 5. But you whose doctrine like the crabs Swims backward ' gainst the stream of Truth Speak In what Lymbus are these babes Or all the Isra'litish youth Say In what fold of Purgatory Purg'd in what streams of fire or water Are these Lambs whom this Fox did worry Or dog slew what can fancy flatter Name me what canonized Saint and Martyr Annex'd this truth unto the Scriptures Charter 6. Peace Rachel peace do not deplore The murther of thy children seeing They 're not yet are they not no more And than thou gav'st have better being VVeep not thy buds so soon do bleed Almost as thou didst them disclose They should have grown here amongst weed Now flourish with their Jesse's rose Let Herod grieve for his son's death and weep Thou hast no cause then do not sigh so deep On John the Baptist's being beheaded Mark 6. 27 And immediately Herod the king sent an executioner and commanded his head to be brought and he went and beheaded him in the prison 28 And brought his head in a charger and gave it to the damsel and the damsel gave it to her mother 1. THrice-happie morning-star that didst fore-run The Sun of righteousness his neer approach As that Postilion precedes the Sun And ushers to the world his glorious Coach Blest Prodrom who by th' art of Philip 's wife Didst Christ fore-run in death as well as life 2. Thrice-happie Jacob's Shiloh's Prolocutor Blest Mercury to Jacob's glorious Star Our Saviour's Harbinger the Gentiles Tutor To shew their expectation was not far Who in a purer stream then Jordan's flood At last baptiz'd thy Baptism with thy blood 3. Curst Herod who as John Elijah's spirit Had by a gracious influence bequeath'd So thou as by possession didst inherit Thy father's rage which here on John was breath'd Hadst thou no Trophee to adorn thy birth But th' Baptist's head no triumph but such mirth 4. Bloody Herodias that wert so rough To recompense Iohn's zeal with such requitals Was not thy Musick spirited enough Not joyn'd in consort with the Baptist's vitals Never was Musick of so gross a crime Arraigned guilty since old Iubal's time 5. Vile Wretch who thus wouldst make rash Herod's oath A Pander to a hot incest'ous Bed Neither did Thomyris that famous Goth As thou on Iohn's insult on Cyrus head Vile Monster thus to nustle up thy daughter Ev'n from her tender yeers to blood slaughter 6. Wretch'd Damsel thou whose too too active feet Were onely swift to shed the harmless blood Of th' innocent ev'n so a dancing Fleet Waits for her prey while 't wantons on the flood Ev'n so a Hawk doth quaver in the air Before she souse so danc'd thy wicked pair 7. Blest Iohn as was Elijah so wert thou Into a wilderness by fury banish'd Both forc'd by women both pursu'd by vow Though both not in a fiery Chariot vanish'd Yet herein thou an equal