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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70839	A Looking-glass for children being a narrative of God's gracious dealings with some little children / recollected by Henry Jessey in his life time ; together with sundry seasonable lessons and instructions to youth, calling them early to remember their creator, written by Abr. Chear ...	H. P.; Jessey, Henry, 1603-1663.; Cheare, Abraham, d. 1668.	1673 (1673)	Wing P30; ESTC R11296	42,161	98

to see in this provoking world His precious treasure basely kick't and hurl'd Determines Earth's not worthie to contain His Royal retinue his Princely train Or these rich treasures which they gladly bring And freely offer to endear their King In wrath he seems to speak my Saints retire To your strong Tower from my approaching Ire Come draw off from the gap desert the breach Let me and them alone To pray to preach Reprove or witness in the gate 's a crime Prudent keep silence 't is an evil time In Deps and caves a remnant I will hide In Prison holes some precious ones shall bide Some from their homes and land dispell'd shall be To bear a witness and stand ground for me But from your usefulness to this vile age More then to shew their sin disclose their rage And aggravate their Judgment I discharge you Yet in due season I le again enlarge you Nay strange not If I gather from your sight Some gems of honour stones of great delight I break and hide my Cabinet in dust Transfer my jewels where's no moth nor rust With just mens souls in light to set them down A constellation in a splendid Crown Till Christ appear his Jewels to collect To raise his dead to change his quick elect Their spirits souls and bodies to translate In blessed likeness to his raised state The King of glory swiftly thus dispos'd Of our choice Margaret not yet disclos'd In her inriching worthiness to all Till Come up hither was her blessed Call Ah wretched age must we in it remain Which sins away such Jewels to their gain But our loss irreparable unless The quickening Spirit from on high possess The Remnant that is left but scattered lie About the graves as bones exceeding dry Lord hast that blessing which thy truth contains Of its descending as the latter rains To usher in the glory of thy day Thy Kingdom come Sweet Jesus hast away In Memory of that Example of the grace and power of God Caleb Vernon who departed this life the 29. day of the 9th Month 1665. being aged twelve years and six months Caleb Vernon Anagram Bore unclean New clean Robe Through Adam's nature I unclean was bore Through grace betimes Christ's new clean Rebe I wore BY nature in my first estate A wretched babe was I In open field deserving hate In bloud and filth did lie And in that state I did delight As in my sport and play And therein would with all my might Have wallowed night and day And though from gross enormities I might by men be clear'd Yet to my maker's searching eyes Defil'd I all appear'd Though nature with a pregnant wit And comeliness adorn me And education adds to it To teach restrain reform me What prov'd it but deceiving paint On which defiling sin It did not kill but lay restraint Where outrage would begin A pleasant picture to the eye I hereby might appear By which to close-Idolatry Some might be drawn I fear But God that faithful he might be That deadly snare to break And that right early unto me He grace and peace might speak With tenderness on these intents He strips me of my vaile My costly coverings all he rents My countenance makes pale My comliness to rot he turns My witty words to groans My moisture up with drought he burns Discloseth all my bones And in a day of publick Ire Me these rebukes did meet When Pestilence as burning fire flew thousands at his feet I who to blossom did begin with such fair paint before Now as the early fruit of sin This Character I wore Despised Idol broke to earth A Potsheard no way fit To take up fire out of the hearth Or water from the pit But though neer corruptible dust This curious Frame was brought By gracious pleasure stay it must Till nobler work were wrought Till deep convictions of my sin Till Jesus form'd in me Till as my portion I begin The Lord 's dear Christ to see Till all my sins were done away Till terrours made me cease Till heart and mind could sweetly stay In thought surpassing peace Nay till in an accepted day My homage I could bring And in his instituted way Devote me to the King Till Christ put on his works allow'd His dying marks imbrac'd His cause confest his works avow'd His sufferings boldly fac'd His promise for a portion took Saints for companions chose And on him plac'd a fixed look For future free dispose Since then in an unusual way Rich Grace hath thus array'd me And in my young yet dying day With glory overlay'd me What properly should I desire But now dissolv'd to be And in this Marriage-white Attire My Bride-groom's face to see In Kedar who would not bemoan If there he must reside Oh wretched man Who would not groan In sinful flesh to bide who 'ld lodge in such a nasty shade As torturing tottering stands That hath a palace ready made Not with polluted hands Where sin temptation suffering strife shall fully be destroyed All-Dying swallow'd up of life and God at full injoy'd What ailes my Parents then to weep my friends to be dismay'd Relations such ado to keep to see a Child unray'd It s filthy garments lay'd in dust he lay'd repose to take Untill the morning when he must with New clean Robes awake May this a witness be to truth in this back sliding day A Christal mirrour unto youth How to amend its way Amen Verses affixed to the wall of the Prison at the Guild-hall in Plymouth where A. C. was detained a month and thence sent to the Island the 27th Sept. 1665. NIgh four years since sent out from hence To Exon Goal was I but special grace in three months space wrought out my liberty Till Bartholomew in sixy two that freedom did remain Then without Bail to Exon Gail I hurried was again Where having layn as do the slain 'mong dead men wholly free Full three years space my native place By leave I come to see And thought not then I here again a months restraint should find Since to my Den cast out from men I 'm during life design'd But since my lines the Lord assigns In such a lot to be I kiss the rod confess my God deals faithfully with me My charged crime in his due time He fully will decide And until then forgiving men In peace with him I bide On the beginning of his recovering from a great sickness on the Island of Plimouth To his truly Sacred Majesty the High and Mighty Potentate King of kings and Lord of lords Prince of Life and peace Heir of all things and Head over all to the Church The humble prostrature and thankfull acknowledgment of a poor Prisoner of hope whose life upon all accompts hath been marvellously preserved and delivered with a great Salvation from the pit of Corruption MOst glorious Soveraign to thy feet is brought The trembling of spring of a contrite thought By a poor Captive who attempts to

from his great desire you be blest And in your choice reach everlasting rest He offers dear-bought light to guide your mind That to the better part it be inclin'd He shews a little in a homespun stile The one's simplicity the other's Guile What stocks they come of and their old descents Their various treasures and their plain intents What are their qualities their differing ends To what plain issue each proposal tends Their sundry overtures your love to gain In way of Dialogue betwixt them twain The love of Christ SWeet Virgin stop let Wisdom drop a word becoming Kings Pray be inclin'd to bend your mind unto coelestial things I beg your love for things Above nay all your Powers I claime I would adorn your youthful morn and crown your early aime The lust of the flesh Should any thought to mind be brought that interrupts your quiet Shall Virgins weep disturb their sleep desert their needful diet Tush drink in Plate and recreate your lively youthful Spirit Seek Courtly things delight in Kings which may proclaim your merit The love of Christ While Flesh pretends these pleasing ends its dire intents it hides But pray awake for Jesus sake while day of Grace abides Flesh lusts its Guests between its Breasts convictions to expel But deadly Charms are in its armes its Guests are lodg'd in Hell The Lusts of the flesh What strange conceits what silly cheats would drive thy joys away These Preachers tell but dreams of Hell and of the Judgment day 'T wil ne'r do well till mirth expel such sullen dumps as these The Timbrel bring come dance and sing eat drink and take thine ease The Love of Christ These Childish Toys may make a noise to please the carnal heart But all the while they but beguile nay wound the better part One glimps of love seal'd from above these highest joyes transcends From deeps 't will raise to heights of praise when that in torment ends The Lust of the flesh Shall wordy winds on gallant minds such deep impressions make That for a ●ound of things unfound they joys in Hand forsake This day invites to rare delights all Ladies who design T o've fortunes rais'd and beauties prais'd embrace thess paths of mine The Love of Christ Alas at length you 'l lose your strength mirth beauty sport and pleasure And when too late lament your state your mispent time and treasure They 'l take them wings and leave you stings with venom guilt and smart Then while 't is day I humbly pray chuse Mary's better part The Lust of the flesh Are such things fit that clogs your wit which now to heights aspires Such doatings leave till age bereave of moisture warm desires Your budding Spring prompts you to sing your warbling Princely straine In Courtly Modes with amourous odes your Gallants entertain The Love of Christ Such frothy freaks aloud bespeaks how slightly youths esteem Their nobler parts their precious hearts which Earth cannot redeem How hardly brought to turn a thought from Objects thus deprav'd Though Jesus cries Oh! fix your eyes on me and be ye sav'd The Lust of the flesh Such looks may grace some wither'd face or some grave Cloystered Nun Are counted blots not beauty-spots where Fame 's but now begun Tush rather prize those Comedies and rare Romances use Attend resorts to Princely sports and shades for interviews The Love of Christ What pitty 't is such trash as this with heaven-born Souls should take While Jesus stands with stretch'd out hands rich overtures to make Gold try'd in Fire and rich attire do your acceptance crave A crown of Bliss prepared is when each an end shall have The treaty stops but here you have a tast your friend hath longings that you may be Chast Preserv'd a Virgin and brought such to Christ By love constrained not by lust intic't A Description of an Elect Person in his threefold state by Nature Grace and Glory Collected by Va. Powel in the close of his Catechism translated into familiar Verse for Childrens better remembrance by A. Chear Ejaculation My blessed Father when my heart enclines To sing this Song or but to read these lines Let me thy Spirits Power or leadings find To form their lively likeness on my mind Work deep convictions and an holy fear To think what am I or what once I were And into fellowship Lord let it guide me With all this Grace the Gospel doth provide me That I may claim what this thy record saith By sound experience and unfeigned Faith And let the hope of yonder Glory raise My Soul to close with those reflects of praise 1. Nature BY Nature and as out of Christ born of the flesh was I Grace By Grace and as I stand in Christ I 'm new born spiritually Glory In Glory I with Christ shall reign and heavenly freedom have Refl Lord what is man that thou shouldst daign so vile a Wretch to save 2. Nature Flesh did my Members and my mind with quietness inherit Grace But now a Warfare I do find betwixt my flesh and spirit Glory The spirit promised at length all glorious will make me Refl For that his War 's above my strength let not my Christ forsake me 3 Nature My sensual lusts to satisfie a fleshly War I waged Grace But now for walking spiritually my spirit stands ingaged Glory Nay by Christ's quickning power at last transform'd I wait to be Refl Lord what am I that thou should'st cast a look of love on me 4 Nature To that which fleshly pleasure brings I wholly bent my mind But now unto the Spirit 's things Grace I chiefly stand inclin'd Glory At length my glorified eyes such sights alone shall see Refl Lord what am I that thou should'st prize so poor a Worm as me 5 Nature By sinful nature I was dead in trespasses and sins Grace By Gospel-Grace now quickened my Soul to live begins Glory The day approacheth when from sin I shall be wholly free Refl Lord what am I that thou hast been at so great cost on me 6. Nature In sin as in my Proper place I was well pleas'd to lie Grace But now I strive to walk by Grace in all simplicity Glory I shall presented be at last as my dear Christ is pure Refl What love is this that Christ so chast should such a Wretch indure 7. Subjected to the Law of sin Nature and death I once did stand Grace Made free I to obey begin the Spirit of Life's command Glory A glorious triumph 's yet in store o're sin and death for me Refl How should I Majesty adore that I thus sav'd should be 8. Nature Once Gods pure Nature Word and Law I hated as my foes Grace Now with them I in holy awe and dear affections close Glory Desires shall into full delight at length resolved be Refl Lord what am I that er'e my sight should such blest objects see 9 Nature Born ignorant of Heavenly things I teachings did despise Grace

stratagems bewrayes the wiles Wherewith the Fowler silly Larks beguiles He warns of dangers needful counsel drops Forestalls surprisal hints coelestials props Both heaven and earth his lot must needs commend Who hath such a seal'd though concealed Friend Friend do not cease thy outcry to prefer Slack not thy witness from thy mount of Mirrh Although the Rock of ages thee immure Where Bread's ascertain'd and where water's sure Though out of dread and gunshot thou abide Thy Talent in a napkin do not hide From Mount-Communion Gospel-depths disclose If not in Meeter yet in Nervous Prose For If to birds incag'd thy strains be rare The●'l more be priz'd by birds in th' open air Direct thy musick to the shady Wood Where for a covert and to pick their food The sometime numerous flock dispersed lie Expos'd to sinkings and design'd to die Let pitty move you yea let grace incline Your yearning Bowels by a power divine Sing heaps of Wheat Birds of the Golden-feather Will fly like clouds then flock like Doves together Ne'r fear the Vulturs that are now abroad Your Covert-work and wages are of God I le not detain you but conclude and end Your no-way tired though retired Friend A Coppy of Verses Composed and sent me from London by a Child of 12 years o Age. OH what is man that God should mindful be Of such a Brute of such a Beast as he Admire the goodness of the Lord of lords That he such mercy unto man affords Man that 's but durt or clay or some such thing Oh! then admire the goodness of our King When first the Lord created man then he Did give him grace to live eternally Then he did fill him with his holy Spirit And gave him power eternal joy to merit Thus man by his own power and strength doth stand The subtil Serpent comes with a strong hand To try mans power and to shake his faith Thus to the woman he begins and saith Come silly woman hath God said that ye Are not to eat of the forbidden Tree The woman answering to the Serpent said We are to eat of all that God hath made But from the tree that in the midst doth stand We are commanded to refrain our hand The subtil Serpent gat the day at last And made poor Eve and Adam be laid fast In mire and dirt and filth of sinful sin Which made poor Adam Gods great curse to win For when the woman saw the tree was good And that 't would make one wise also for food She takes the fruit of the forbidden tree And gave some to her husband and when he Had taken of the fruit he condescended To eat likewise so to the Serpent bended Now God perceiving man had quite lost all This great perfection had before his fall And that there was no way for him to stand He thinks how he might put an helping hand Though feeble man 's thus fallen and quite lost God calls his Son and therein spares no cost Who sure is able all their sins to bear Yea though their sins were twice as many more Come my dear Son come wilt thou undertake To bear those Sinners sins do for my sake Come my dear Son redeem lost man for me I have no way to save him but by thee If thou wilt be a surety for mankind I 'le covenant with thee dear Son and bind My self to give thee strength and glorious power For to go through the torments of that hour In which thou Justice art to Satisfie I say againe to thee I will stand by Our Lord and Saviour willing for man's sake To dye for him he did his office ●ake And so well did perform his charge that he Poor man from chaines of darkness did set free By offering up himself a Sacrifice He paid the debt that did for sin arise Go that the highest heavens doth now ascend To God the Father and from thence doth send His holy Spirit to lead in the way And guide us lest we erre and go astray A●l praise be given unto the Lord of lords 〈…〉 his Grace much help to us affords And 〈◊〉 us all our dayes express the same 〈◊〉 honour of his great and glorious Name An Answer being desired This fragment being but a part of what was intended ●●nd Friend When first I purpos'd freely to rehearse The courteous welcome of your rare ripe verse With what delight your promptness we descry With what thanks-givings we God's teachings eye How wit 's d●xterity ascends its place 〈◊〉 how it prostrates to enthroned grace On this design there need not be impr●'st Our rural requisites to do their best Our empty Genius would attempt the wing Our home-spun dialect its store would bring Wit if its wit assistance would afford And wanton mirth turn-out its frothy hoord But all their work were fitter for the plough Than wreath a Garland for your hopeful brow For look as hazy morning-mists give way When glistering Phoebus doth his beams display Or as with gentlest touch the fearful snail Contracts his cornets and slow silvering tail So slunk and shrunk for shame such vain essayes By sound rebukes from your grave gracious layes Since then no concord can be but a clash 'Twixt the best substance and this filthy trash No streams nor frames can square with the design But aid and arguments throughout divine What great necessity upon us lies For that anointing to prefer our cryes That 's promis'd and prepared to direct Through paths of Myst'ries secrets to detect Things hid from ages from the voice to hide Of fleshly glory to abase the pride While Babes and sucklings weak base empty things Into the knowledge of these depths he brings Oh then what purity should such direct As lively leadings in such paths expect What chast conceptions yea what frames refin'd Should still accommodate the waiting mind And then how thankful should they trembling stand Who need such leadings from this Holy Hand Joy watch with Jealousie most safely keeps Their feet who walk through such misterious deeps Sweet Soul for you is prayd in early dayes What Israel's singer upon high did raise Their mirth and musick who bare conquering palms Prompted to sing the Lamb's and Moses Psalms Which none but Zions Virgins can acquire Tun'd to the sacred Evangeli●k lyre May your dear Soul the power and vertue find Of that great Compact which your song doth mind How neer how pure the blood of sprinkling makes What glorious priviledge the Saint partakes What helps to holiness it brings to hand On what firm Basis all his comforts stand What grounds for constant triumph it affords What sweet ingagements still to be the Lords What blessed prospects through these clouds it gives To Zions joy that its redeemer lives And that he hasts to pluck from Satan's jaws And give reviving to his blessed cause A Friend his Offer towards the preserving The remembrance of that faithful servant of Christ John e Edwards junior who died in the Prison of