Stop or pursue So short Report Want so much giue See how the last words have the first forgot But oh fond Priests and Elders whence is it That you can stroak These souldiers pates Sure such neglect would you provoke Of all Yet you 're their advocates Alas how fury doth befoole their wits Mean while Disciples were so far from thieving That when this newes They btought That saw 't Yet they refuse To take 't for truth being so far from believing As two of them were to Emaus going Their busie tongue Bee'ng well imploy'd My dearest Lord stands them among No sooner talk't of then enjoy'd Happy the Servants whom he finds so doing What is your talk that makes your walk so sad Saith Cleopas Dost thou Not know These things Alas A mighty Man and Prophet we have had Mighty in word and deed with God and Men Jesus was he Of Nazareth We'd hop'd might our Redeemer be But him our Rulers put to death This bee'ng the third day since And yet agen We know not what to think on 't hurried 'Twixt hope and fear For some That come From th' Sepulcher Assure us that he 's risen from the Dead But oh this evill heart of unbelief This want of faith That can provoke The gentle Lamb of God to wrath Setting in ev'ry wheel a spoke Clouding the rising Sun with gloomy grief O fooles and slow of heart replies my Lord Slow to believe me But oh Not so Not slow to grieve me Ought not your Christ fulfill the written word But Christ can't alwaies hold his chiding story Sugars his checks With sweet instructions Moses his vaile in pieces breaks Proves by prophetick fair deductions Through Seas of sufferings Christ must land in Glory My Lord then makes as he would further go But they begin so pray Him stay And he turns in Happy who love their close reprovers so This bread of life thus broken when he had He breaks more bread And makes them eat Their Lord 's their Sheepheard they 're well fed Body and Soul with blessed meat My soul seek Christ first and those things he 'll add Just now my Lord makes them see who he is Then slips away And oh 'T was so With me last day One moment op'ned and seal'd up like bliss When Christ was gone say they we might have guest What light 't was brought So bright a day To darkest Scriptures might have thought The risen Sun was in our way Finding our hearts so burn within our breast Then they return back to Ierusalem Brimfull of joy To feast The rest But they are coy Till Christ Himself stands in the midst of them And 't is so still Whoever's sent about To tell thy story Hardness of hearts And unbelief blinds all thy glory Lord who believes Lord who converts Till thy deare presence puts all out of doubt Their doores bee'ng shut and hearts much more that even My Lord to put All out Of doubt None else can do 't This newes imparts in person to th' eleven Yet oh how hard a thing is this believing A sprite appears As they suppose The same that in their storms of fears Walk't on the Seas when winds arose Phant'sies fooles-bolt how 't hinders truths receiving Jesus salutes them with a peace be to you Once and agen 'T is I Sirs why Distrust you then Why do you let such thoughts arise why do you Down doubtings I 'm got up And ready have Sirs come and see And feel I pray A Tombe dead unbelief for thee Dig'd in my side but t'other day And for your doubtings in each hand a grave If these suffice not handle feel my feet There are two more Doubt not I 've got All as before Rather then miss their faith their sense he 'll meet Then for the further feeding of their faith He calls for food They give him fish And Honey-Combe but oh his blood And body is a sweeter dish Then breathing take the Holy Ghost he saith Now doth the frost-nipt Tree of life recover Puts forth again New springs And brings Fruits that remain Spirit and Life so prove's Deaths Winter 's over Thomas mean while bee'ng absent from the rest Freezing from th' fire Like them that miss Th' assemblies Christ is wont t' inspire With sweet assurance joy and bliss Can't feed his faith with hear-say of a feast He must first hold a Coroners inquest Must see Christs ayles And must First thrust i th' print of o th' nailes His fingers e're this faith enter his breast His faith must go on stilts or not at all See with the eye Feel with the hand His faith must in his fingers lye His faith must in his feeling stand At th' bound from sorry sense he 'll catch the ball Th' week after he and they be'ng all together With blessed greeting Increase Of peace Christ Crowns their meeting Thomas saith he come reach thy finger hither As men are wont who 've Children to be taught My Lord was fain Though ev'ry letter In 's hands and feet were printed plain With 's finger teach him spell the better The Child to faith by fealing must be brought My Lord and my God! how this sight relieves me Poor Thomas cries Christ saith Thy faith May thank thine eyes Blessed is he who sees not yet believes me Disciples after this a fishing go But nothing's caught Throughout the night Till Jesus comes and brings a draught Lord shew me so which side 's the right When to catch souls thy Gospell net I throw Christ look't into their cup-board just before Children have ye Got meate To eate Else come to me I 've food and firing for you on the shore Hence sinfull cares infest my soul no longer Base diffidence Doubtings retreat Soul mind thy Saviours providence Do thine own work and he 'll find meat Or give thee somethings better if thou hunger Dinner bee'ng done Christ speaks of working then And so should we Our whet Not let Our food should be Shepheards Christ feeds to feed his sheep agen Shepheards who love to eat but not to feed Are what they 're not Not what they are A Paradox and Gordian knot Which Christ will cut and will not spare Shepheards in name but rav'ning wolves indeed Peter dost love me more then these I 'll prove thee Then feed and keep My flock My stâ—ck Of Lambs and Sheep All knowing Lord saith he thou know'st I love thee Peter when thou wast young then thou wast free To come and go As thou'dst a mind Girding thy self 't shall not be so When thou art old others shall bind And gird and carry thee Man follow mee Peter replies and what must this man do What 's that to thee Follow Me thou How busie wee Are to mind others works our own not so In an appointed mount in Galilee Christ meets th' eleven Chargeth them there By all his pow'r in Earth and Heav'n To Preach the Gospell ev'ry where Baptizing in the name of One and Three And in so doing
saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation Aâ— many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are meâ— Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'â— the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his â—ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch â—eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortifâ—ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt
TER TRIA OR THE DOCTRINE OF THE Three Sacred Persons FATHER SON SPIRIT Principall Graces FAITH HOPE LOVE Main Duties PRAYER HEARING and MEDITATION Summarily Digested for the Pleasure and Profit of the Pious and Ingenious Reader By Faithfull Teate Preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk TRIA SUNT OMNIA LONDON Printed for George Sawbridg at the Sign of the Bible on Ludgate Hill 1658. ILLUSTRISSIMO DOMINO D no Henrico Cromwell DIGNISSIMO HIBERNIAE PRAEFECTO SACROSANCTAE INDIVISAEQUE TRINITATIS CULTORI INDIVISO TRIPLICI DIVINAR m GRATIAR m Coronâ ORNATISSmo TRIBUS Que Apprime Christianis OFFICIIS INTEGERRIME DEDITO TRIPLECEM HANC TRIADEM SACROR m POEMAT m CHRISTIANAE DOCTRINAE SUMMAMIN SUMMAE OBSERVANTIAE TESTIMONIUM Humillm. F. T. L. M. D. D. D. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER OFt have I seen Luxuriant Vitious Wit A wanton Rape on a fair Muse commit At once distaining by leud Poetrie The Writers Paper-sheets and Readers Eye And may not I oblige the thrice three Muses Chastly to serve so Sacred thrice three Uses Is the grave Body of Divinity Less Currant for the feet of Poetry Are Truths for being short and sweet less sound Or streames for running smoothly less profound David a Prophet yet in Verse excels 'T was ECCLESIASTES made the Canticles To the Pious and Ingenious Authour of this Tripartite Poem BEfore your triple Poems I admit These Votes made up of Threes may well be writ May Vnderstanding Will and Memory Know Love and hold thy Sacred Poetry May Heav'n be th' fuller Earth the better Hell The thinner by the Truths you write so well May pride of life the lusts of flesh and eye Be poyson'd by these leaves of thine and die If any other three I 'de wish were down 'T is Austria Spain the Pope with ' striple Crown This latter Vote if th' King of Kings would make An Act I 'de willingly the Earth forsake W. Jenkyn Ingenious Reader SOme few mistakes there are of the Printer that unhappyly hurt the Rithme as with these for withall p. 4. l. 11 c. And some the Reason as p. 20. l 8. Wares for Wars c. With some â—seudographies and mispointings which thine Ingenuity will either Correct or not Impute to thy Friend F. T. Ter Tria FATHER THou that begin'st All things begin my veâ—se My words are winde Thy words are works Thou 'lt lightness find Where darkness lurks My Pen and Ink may me not Thee reherse My Pen is but a feather'd vanitie Like mee that write Yet shall this feather If thou 'lt indite Help me flie thither Where Angels wings make â—ens beyond the skie Father mine Inks dark hue presents mine heart Ink's not more dark Ink's not more black One beam one spark Supply this lack Father of Lights now shew thy perfect Art Lord teach me speak and I 'll not hold my peace Which if I should The stones would come Though deaf yet would They not be dumb Break into praises stonie heart for these No man hath seen thee Father but He who Did sometime come Thy Son it was Thy bosom from Thy Looking-glass Hee 's the wise Child that doth his Father know Who else sings Thee sings what he hath not seen My Verse hath feet And fain would run Thy praise to meet But lest the Sun Should hurt weak fight the clouds do interveen Then may I in thy Son thy self discover Sure Hee 's the Mirrour That shews thy face Prevent mine errour Christs flesh like glass A brighter Glory but unseen doth cover Since then I must be silent or begin To sing th' unseen Father of Mercies That set'st the screen Forgive my Verses Oh thou that vail'st their subject vail their sin Father 's a word my child learns first to mutter And thy child too Thy new-born Babe First thing 't can do Is to cry Ab But both come last to know what first they utter Thou art the Father of that Son that made That womb on earth That without Father Did give him birth And might the rather He bee'ng begot where He no Mother had Then shall I call thee Father Lord thy Son Was call'd no less Before his birth Prophets confess He had on earth His children seed and generation Th' Eternall Father call we Thee or rather Thy Child thy Son Born to restore us Thine Holy One Giv'n to us for us I 'll call Thee th' Everlasting Fathers Father All that 's in God is God and needs must bee Thou mad'st mine eye Could'st thou forbear Thy self to spie Or so to rear The blessed Image of thy self in Thee Surely thou could'st no more thy self not view Then Lord not love Thy self when seen From whence thy Dove As hatcht between Thy face and Looking-glass sprung forth and flew Then shall I not beleev Thou' rt One yet Three Father and Son And sacred Spirit That equall run One bliss inherit Lord I 'll believ Thee surely such to bee Yet thou' rt the FATHER still Those sparkling things Are sons of God Those winged flames That flie abroad Thou know'st their names Made without Bodies made all face and wings Faces they have and eyes and tongues with these To see and sing But O their Grace A sixfold wing To ev'ry face Wise happy humble obedientiall Lend's wings dear Dove we lag and lose our traffick Poore short-leg'd Rhymes Verses on foot Reach Seraphims They cannot do 't Lord now if ever make my Muse seraphique Or if I may'nt have wings and so keep sight Of these bright flames Shades of thy glory Yet tell 's their names And tell 's their story And lend's a quill dear Dove and I 'll go write Write Angels Lord 't is done but who are they Servants or sons Subjects or Kings Footstools or Throâ—es Inferiour things Or Principalities What shall I say Sometimes I hear thee call them Elohim Yet they were made These plumed things Are but the shade Of thy bright wings Before whose Sun-shine all these Stars are dim Sometimes 't should seem that they but servants are Or Ministers To wait upon Salvations heirs And guard thy Throne Yet these stand cover'd where thy sons stand bare Servants they are and yet Dominions Each holds his Crown By casting it Most humbly down Before thy feet Father thy Throne 's erected on the Thrones Thousands of thousands of these finite Gods On ev'ry side I mean the Cherubs When thou dost ride Some serv for stirrups And some thou holdest in thy hands for rods Arch-Angels Angels that sixwinged Nation Stand trembling Lord Prest to obey Their Makers word And glad they may By all their running but maintain their station These can't forget that early Funerall These can't forget Those morning-Stars That rose and set Whose inbred wars Blew up themselves But oh their fall Yet Thou' rt the FATHER still these Absoloms Their beeings had And beauties Lord But not theit trade Nor Traitours sword From Thee from whom All good and only comes How came these then to fall 't
but at length relieve me And with thy gentle wings but stroke my smart Dear heart said he I struck thee for to stroke thee Put thee in bonds to set thee free That I might better heal I broke thee I 'm sent to comfort by convincing thee Though I 'm all light and peace yet I did send thee To a dark prison holding over My black rod but it was to mend thee For friends do Fools and Phranticks thus recover Remember man thy wild and Bethlem tricks How oft I strove with the in vain Thine heel could kick against my pricks Sure 't was high time to get thee in a chain Thou and Manasseh stood in much more need Of iron chaiâ—s then chains of Gold Distracted folk must purge and bleed And in their moneths be caught and kept in hold O blessed bonds said I O happy trouble O bitter-sweet sweet-bitter smart My pain was great my profit double Whilst thus thou undertak'st to tame mine heart Void Chymicks spill your Spirits quit your art Cease from your oft sought unfound stone There 's but one Spirit can convert An iron chain into a golden one Dear Dove thy pris'ner may I ever bee Bondage is like to be my state If to my self thou leave me free He 's only free whom thou dost captivate Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty No man can say Jesus is Lord But by the Holy Ghost or cry Abba till that sweet Spirit teach that word I was a lisper and a stamerer And could not skill o th' Shibboleth That might my pray'r to God indear Till this free Spirit gave new speech and breath I was a beggar so extreamly poor I skill'd not how to make my moanes But this Dove met me at Gods door Supply'ng my want of words with store of groanes I was in suit and could not well make good My Title But said this free Spirit Soul take this seal the seal of blood I am thy witness and thou shalt inherit I found a riddle whilst I sought a Text But this free Spirit loos'd the knot Which when I h'd read yet what was next Had not this Spirit prompted I 'd forgot My barren grounds were chapt for want of rain Gasping tow'rds Heaven for a flood This Spirit flowing in a main Told me that he had brought me that 's as good I sea the mine heart found so much dross and tin So â—itâ—â—â— else I self a mourning Both for my gross and splendid sin Then he to me the spirit was of burning I fell a burning when my God did chide me Water said I or I 'm undone This streaming Spirit streight suppli'd me Till all those scorching flames were quencht and gone I fell a chilling till my heart grew stone Scarse had I left one warm desire My frozen heart was next to none Then said this holy Spirit I am fire I fell a melting when I felt his heat My soul was broached at mine eyes The ice was thawn to tears and swear Which with fresh gales this Spirit gently dries These fontinells thus dri'd pride rais'd a tumour And then the Spirit 's fain to take His Lancet and let out the humour But oh mine heart how did it burn and ake Which this dear Dove perceiving straight way goes T' a precious box and thence applies An ointment made of Sharons Rose Which both the swelling cools and mollifies When I was none this Spirit made me be And live and breath when I was worse For worse then nothing sin made me For my rebuilding freely did imburse My stony heart this spirit harcht to flesh My fleshly heart did circumcise My bleeding heart with balme refresh Those tears that fell from bleeding Saviours eyes In native gore when I polluted lay Hav'ng none to wash to salt to swath me His counsells were my salt that day His lawes my swadling bands his grace did bathe me With milk for Babes this comforter did fill Both Testaments the old and new But how to come by'â— I 'd no skill Till he those breasts of consolation drew He took me by the hand and taught me go For I went all by forms before Till's holy unction made me know A new and living way to Fathers door I got upon an hill would fain descry Heav'ns Canaan from earths wilderness But being there could nothing spy Till with his eye salve he mine eyes did dress Over against Heav'ns haven on the shore I stood and waited for a wind Then did this Spirit waft me ore In heart in hope in faith in joy of mind Arithmetick and th' art of measuring I h'd studied but bungled still The measure of a span to bring Oâ— number of my daies I could not skill Then this free Spirit gave a watch to me Which ev'ryday wind up I must To tell me how my time did flee But I forgot and let is stand and rust Then being griev'd that I 'd so direspected Both guift and giver did indeavour To wind it up but t' had collected Such soil as from the wheels I could not sever Then did I moutning to the donour go Confess'd my fault shew'd him the soile It gather'd whilst neglected so Do not despaire said he for I am oyle This is the Spirit of all life and bliss Yet when I felt him first I died The fountain of my life he is Yet but for him I h'd neer been mortified This Spirit in mine heart doth shee l abroad Gods dear and never dying love Yet not a day but his sharp rod Doth me severely chastise and reprove This Spiritrais'd my Christ yet casts me down Doth cast me down and yet uphold Mine humblings are my joy my Crown My fear doth make my faith more firm and bold Calms are not alwayes proffitable for me Therefore the winds are sometimes high This Spirit blusters and is stormy That I might groundfast in humility This Spirit is my good and only guide Yet walk i th' Spirit Scriptures say My conduct and my path beside This Spirit is my Captain and my way Man walk according to thy native light Say some and thou shalt perfect bee Perfect indeed as noon's at night Lord in thy Spirits light light let me see A spirit there 's in man but th' inspiration Of the Almighty only can By no less than a new Creation Enlighten't such a dungeon sin made man Mans spirit is the Candle of the Lord Which who would see by first should light At Gods own fire ev'n Gods own word Gods word 's his mind seat us in black and white For since th' incarnate word his tender love In blood to write us condescends What wonder that his own dear Dove In inke and paper praies us to be friends Nor Son nor Spirit had I understood Bee'ng sunk so deep in sins dark grot Had not the Son took bone and blood Had not the Spirit pen and paper got The Son in humane nature clad doth raise My conscience out of guilts dark grave The Spirit cloath'd in humane
Stretching its neck to look for land Beyond deaths gulf and life beyond The day of doom Hope is next door to Heav'ns gate 'T is but a step from this to that Nay Hope doth Heaven antedate And bring down hither Hope 's th' antidote against despair Coffin of fear and Couch of care Cradle of patience Hope hath fair Even in foule weather Hope is the mourners Handkerchief Hope is the Balme of ev'ry grief Hope doth endorse the beggars brief Ere it 's collected In Hope I have what yet I want Hope makes me full while things are scant Hope doth consummate what I can't Yet see effected Hope hath an harvest in the Spring In Winter doth of Summer sing Feeds on the fruits whilest blossoming Yet nips no bloom Hope brings me home when I 'm abroad As soon as th' first step homeward's trod In Hope to thee my God! my God! I come I come Hope sends the Ship to Sea and then Ere it returns brings't home agen The port of all Seafaring men Is this GOOD HOPE I am a Sea man too My Soul Though toss'd with doubts when weather 's foul Doth like some Sea-sick vessell roul Yet Heav'n's its scope Hope doth the Souldiers weapon wield By Hope the Souldiers Helmet's steel'd Hope gives him ere he fights the field Hope holds his station I am a Souldier too My Sword Is that o th' Spirit th' two-edg'd word Now for an Helmet give me Lord Th' Hope of Salvation Hope sets the poor Apprentice free First day he 's bound And why not me Thou hast Indentures Lord by thee Wherein I 'm tied Mount Sinais Covenants they bee Yet Hope doth Lord Enfranchize mee In Sion-hill where all are free That do reside In Hope the School Boy doth commence Master of Art and fair science Yea whilest i th' lowest form steps thence To th' Doctors Chair I 'm a School-Schollar too My God! But yesterday I felt thy rod Yet still with Hope am girt and shod Away despair ' Tiâ— Hope â—hat doth the sower feed Who seems to cast away his seed But doth preserve in very deed And mend his store I am a Seeds-man too my Lord And but for Hope thou would'st affoard Thy blessing when I sow thy word I had forbore I am a Seeds man every teare I sow in Hope 't will bring an care Fit for thy floor in time of yeare For thee to gather Were 't not for Hope the heart some say Would break yet Hope led me one day Weeping along the Milkie way To thee O Father I am a Seeds man casting bread On th' waters where it seems lye dead Yet Hope assures me 't shall be fed And then restor'd Hope doth the pris'ners bolts unlock His fetters doth in sunder knock Hope drives the Freemans trade and stock My dearest Lord I am a captive too Sins chain Doth hold and hamper but in vain By Hope I 'm saved and set again At liberty I am a Tradesman too Thou art That God with whom I deal My heart Takes Heav'n to be the only mart Thither trade I Exporting groans and broken pray'rs That scarse can clamber up the stairs Importing rich and precious wares Ev'n joy and peace Joy that exceeds all understanding o th' Spirits sealing Christs own handing Peace that is of Gods own commanding And can't surcease Hope makes the labourer to run A race as 't were with each daies Sun Paying his wages ere 's work be done And mine much more I daily dig and delve within Stubbing at th' roots and stumps of sin And but for Hope one day to win I should give ore O come that long'd for day come quickly This Hope defer'd makes my heart sickly Grace is a Rose but sin is prickly And still adheres Amphibion like the diver tries Whet sharp with Hope t' anatomize And geld the deeps his hop'd for prize Forbids his feares I am a diver too Thy word Doth richer rarities affoard A greater deep and better stor'd With Pearls and treasure Angels desire to dive into These deeps and so I daily do Whose Pearls are rich and Cordiall too Health Wealth and Pleasure 'T is Hope that makes the racer fleet Bringing the wager to his feet Make hast saith Hope what don 't you see 't You 've won you 've won I am a racer too My race From sin to glory is by grace Hope sets Heav'ns Bliss before my face And then I run I heard the witty world once say The bird i th' bush may flie away Take Heav'n who will 't is present pay For which we trade To Faith and Hope I told this story Their havings are but transitory Said Faith said Hope and I have glory That cannot fade Hast it said I Hope shew it me What 's this said Hope thou here dost see Said I an Acorn No said he But 't is an Oake What is' t said Hope thou see'st fast by A grain of Mustard seed said I. A plant said Hope reaching the sky And thou'dst right spoke Then I perceiv'd the meaning was Hope ripens seeds of Grace to Grace Makes Grace when grounded Mount and pass To th' highest story Hope shew'd me then a sparkling stone What 's this said Hope that I 've got on I strait reply'd 't is Grace begun Said Hope 't is glory Then learnt I that Grace inchoate By lively Hope doth maturate And rip'ning doth anticipate Heav'n here on Earth I spake to Hope of a reversion I had in Heaven since conversion Said Hope why cast you an aspersion On th' second birth Reversion sounds said Hope to mee Your state at present dead to bee But I have Heav'n in hand you see Whereon I live I am Faiths present recompence My Grammar knows no Future tense The Verbs that make up all my sense Are Substantive Who 're these said Hope thou see'st before Prostrate and begging at a door Said I they are Heav'ns Parish Poor Said Hope they 're Kings Kings said I. But where are their Crowns Their Scepters Kingdoms Countries Towns Their Armine Robes and Purple Gowns Those royall things I can said Hope tell where they bee Safely they are reserv'd by mee Safely reserv'd from them and thee Look here are they All 's lockt Hope lend 's the key said I. Hope fetch a Bible presently On which when I h'd but cast mine eye I found a key The right key 't was o th' door of Hope Enter said Faith thou â—â—edst not â—rope I turn'd the key and th' door flew ope And I went on But O the things that there I saw Jewels of joyes in foiles of awe But blab not Muse Know'st not the Law Peace and have done 'T is not allow'd thee to display The brightness of Hopes holy day Unutterable things to say Muse do not vent're Hope shew'd me but I can't say what Only let him that questions that But get the key that then I gat And let him enter Then let him say If ever he The like things unto those did see Or yet can utter
Center Man's for a more sublime Advent'r 'T is pitty Dust in th' Ayre or Eye Should hinder a Celestiall spie With lumbering Body leave behinde The low th' ignoble servile mind Such men I mean as can't out-pass Old Abrah'ms servants or his Ass The secret secker only knows What secrets Heaven can disclose Gods Holy of Holies still shuts out The vulgar and unholy rout In secret places of the stairs And clefts of Rocks lye mine Affaires Angels will scarce in crouds appear We say The few'r the better chear If busie Ants of mole-hill birth Promiscuously converse on Earth Let th' High-born Bird of Paradise Scorning the Earth still scale the skies An Ant-hill and Exchange agree Save Men the greater Trifters bee Thus mortals toyl to live below Whilest Man by toyl to Heav'n might go What though thou 've been shorâ—-winded sure Heav'ns hill can Earths green-sickness cure Or what needst dread the journeys length Whilest all along thy way 's thy strength II. BEe'ng thus Ascended Binde and slaughter Thy fin thine Only Child of laughter In this Mount God will soon be seen If some Dear sin dont intervene Dear sin indeed whilest Angels sect Their first Estates for it and Hell Dear sin whilest for its buâ—ks men do Fair Heavens houshold-bread forgo A present flash and future flame Is the best Income sin can name 'T was sin eclips'd the Angels Crown And what brought them will keep thee down Man dost not see how Cherubs stand With flaming swords on every hand From rape of such to guard Lifes Tree As of dead works the workers bee Ah! guilty soul dar'st look abroad Or unagreed dar'st walk with God To reconcile dar'st thou aspire Thy dross with that consuming fire Sure such Attonement shall begin When sin proves grace or grace proves sin Since Earth's too dead too dark too low Sure Hell to Heav'n shall never go III. BEe'ng thus far onward in this steep Wouldst further climbe then learn to creep Who try can tell th' Ascents like these Are the best sâ—al'd on th' hands and knees Angels first rose then fell and so By growing too high became so low But Christ did raise his Royall Crest By building such a lowly nest The Pharisee that nothing knows Of the true Temple boldly goes Into its shadow there to boast Reck'ning proud fool without his Host The Publican doth smite upon His Heart as if 't were made of stone Which stone despised thought 't lay below Did to a Temple sooner grow Unto Gods Altar nakedness God suffers to have no access Th' indowments of mens minds we call Their parts importing therewithall No man of parts can decent be Unless cloath'd with humilitie The Highest to the low gives grace Who veil â—heir own shall see his face In dust and ashes self abhor'd Are the accepted of the Lord. Most flaring fair fac'd Dinas are Sooner undone for being fair The veil'd Rebekah Isaac takes And his dear bosom-consort makes How can a near acquaintance grow Whilest God proud hearâ—s far off doth know Proud hearts know not themselves and then Sure Heav'n must needs be out oâ— ken Whilest the void Aire and worthless wind Brooks no way to be down confin'd Earthquakes must all things overthrow Rather than empty Aire keep low Gems Jewels India's Treasures dwell In meanest Caverns low roof'd Cell Thus from the pots the Lord doth take And into Crowns his Treasures make Would'st then be profited by mee From earth sin and proud self get free Yet 't is a Trinity indeed After the which with winged speed I would pursue and ever may Both body soul and spirit pray He whom I seek and ever shall Is THREE and ONE And ONE and ALL. MEDITATE upon these things give thy self wholly to them that thy proffiting may appear to all 1 Tim. 4.51 FINIS