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Midnight calls and I must leave thee This shall purchase my release May not such sweet dreames deceive thee That pretend a prudent Peace War with this dark night fly over And all joy rise with the Light Thus thy Lipps with mine I cover One kiss more and then Good night An Elegy and Epitaph composed on the death of an Infant Lady GReat King of Golgotha grim God of fears Whose Throne is made of thirsty Sepulchers That by the vertue of thy cold commands Destroy'st more lives then there be stars or sands From vvhose cadaverous imbraces none Are free'd until the Resurrection Attend my Summons for the powers divine Decree that I must one day bow to thine And tell me why thou hast imploy'd that dart Which perforated Alexanders heart Upon this Infant Lady whose fair eyes Could not but quell the keenest cruelties The fiercest Tyrant that red Ireland bears Might have been conquer'd with one smile of hers Her dumb complaints would have wrought more contrition Then all the reason of the best Logitian Do but consider death what thou hast done Upon our Albion Isle since Forty one Remember who have suffer'd by thy frown These ten years 'twixt the Cottage and the Crown What souls are fled will not all these suffice But thou wilt deal in Cradle cruelties Methinks the mother of that fragrant bud As fruitful in her vertue as her bloud Might have prevail'd with thee but oh I see No reason can reduce thy tyranny Therefore wee 'l stop the floud of further Passion With this Celestial consideration That though thou hast tore oft her fleshly clothing Her Soul shall be a Saint when thou art nothing The Epitaph 1 LAdies that are young and wise Shall I tell ye of a Prize Here a Box of Beauty lies 2 A Iewel hid from vulgar view Whose excellency if you knew Your eyes would drop like morning dew 3 Dame-Natures Diamond which when She saw it was too bright for men Shew'd it and shut it up agen On the event of these Wars betwixt the Dutch and English SOme are such silly Statists that they wish Our English loss may fill the Dutchman's dish But most of them I know be such as are A suffering Party in our Civil War I feel the same disease too but would never Exchange an Ague for a Burning Feaver On those women who pretend that poverty provoketh to inchastity SHall poverty destroy us Is the mind The noble temper of the soul confin'd To such a baseness that we cannot be Our selves unless we hug prosperity Shall we confess an Hell conceit withall There is an Heaven where the Angelical Receive immortal joy Shall we believe It vvas ordain'd for poor ones such as grieve In a continual vvant and hourly groan Under the burthen of affliction And shall vve be so senseless to agree That vertuous souls can fall by poverty Tell me intemperate creatures in vvhat state Did ye salute the vvorld at first vvhat rate Were your gay garments priz'd at vvhen you cry'd For needful coverture no Robes for pride When as the pregnant brest gave more content Then the prosusest Banquets ye have spent Usher'd vvith Wine and Musique when nor wit Nor best inventions could your Pallat sit When all your learned Cooks could not retain Sufficient Art to vvast your vvealth in vain But novv the Spring of riot is dravvn dry Ye cannot as you vvould true proverty Contents it self vvith nought and scorns to raise A vvretched riches by sinister vvayes Yet this recalls not you but makes you guess Ye have a warrant for your wickedness For when some virtuous Soul desires to see The Cause ye have you shew your Poverty And som small charge of Children which you say You must provide for 'gainst their Marriage day Thus fed by vice they live when they 'r at Age T is your damnation proves their Heritage Admit your care be less that y' are beguil'd The procreated Blessing of a child Your Cause is so much lesser will you give Your pretious Soul to make one Body live Sure your kind Parents were not so unwise As not to teach your hands some mysteries To keep your Body spotless and preserve Your Soule which of the two's most like to starve Endeavour then they 'r poor beyond all fear That are not worth the flesh and blood they wear Tell me ye pitied Spectacles of woe How will your pride and your rich rayment show When as your sordid Suitors shall proclaim Ye won them by an Act ye dare not name When they shall tell their neighb'ring Lechers how They wrought upon your willingness and shew In their rank Ribaldry how hot and high Your wantonness advanc'd their luxury Who will conceit such a lewd thing as this Did e're know chastity or that there is So great a vertue resident or think She ever priz'd it that thus low could sink Not I believe me I 'le as soon allow Poyson and Balm may from one issue flow For she whom want will make a Wanton doth Make foul Adultery the Nurse of Sloth The Proselite 1 FArewel thou dearest of my Crimes Be never more th' abuser of my Times Lest that I curse too late The errors of that Fate Which made me love thee All ye Deities divine Strengthen this request of mine Then may I say Frail delight pass away I am rul'd by a Power that is above thee 2 No more shall thy seducing smiles Thy winning looks or other sweet beguiles Have power to withdraw My heart from Love by Law Seal'd to another Cupid I thy power defie Thou 'rt a flatte'ring Deity And there are none But confess thee the Son Of a fair foolish fickle wanton Mother To the much honored Pair and most pious Preservers of Love and Loyalty in Wedlock Mr. Nathaniel Lownes Merchant Adventurer c. and the perfect Patern of Vertue Mrs. Melior Lownes his beloved Consort MY Muse salutes ye both who to your worth Devotes her love and holds my service forth All happiness that the Celestial Powers Ordain for men wait upon you and yours Treasure long life love liberty and myrth Dwell with ye till ye find heaven upon earth True Concord be your guide and may no passion On either side provoke a separation In medio consistit virtus vve Find in your loves a meliority Which is most permanent what is belovv That or above it is too fast or slow Health peace and plenty vvith all joyes that can Add vigour to the noble soul of man Erect your spirits may ye never be Expos'd to any infelicity But may that God vvhich hath heaven for his home Guide you in this vvorld and the vvorld to come Such are the wishes of a Servant to both your Vertues THO. JORDAN On Reason WOuldst thou have all things subject unto thee Be subject then to Reasons Monarchy Thou shalt be Conqueror of many if Reason may be thy Governor in chief Wouldst thou command a little world then be King of thy self 't
pray Spi. Heaven Fle. What 's that Spi. A City built for the Regenerate So scituate that neither Sun nor Moon Need rise or set to make it night or noon They both are useless light and brightness there Are not confin'd in Centre or in Sphere Each Angel's face is more resplendent fair Then Phoebus when he guilds the Western Ayr The sacred Citizens do never fear The furious famine of a fruitless year They live in such sweet plenty and where none Need fly the City from infection Ther 's no defraud no greedy great man plyes The good Kings ear for base Monopolies For his peculiar gain the poorer sort Nere suffer for the Riot of the Court This is that place of Bliss who more would know Must first crave Faith he may believe it so Fle. The place is fraught with Glory there is more Essential joy then I e're heard before But tell me one thing pray May we not there Enjoy our Mistrisses as we do here Kiss and imbrace them May we not drink high Swagger and roar Spi. No 't is Impiety 'T is that which ruines Earth when you are there You 'l feel no spark of such prophane desire That 's no true heaven but a fained one By Mahomet in his black Alcoron Fle. Thou know'st dear Spirit that I long have lov'd Fair Iesabel Spi. An Harlot most ayprov'd Fle. A sweet unblemish'd Beauty in each eye An Angel sits Spi. Beware Idolatry Fle. Shall I not meet her there Spi. Yes if from me Ye both will take advice Fle. Most willingly Spi. Repent Fle. What 's that Spi. A thing ye both must know Or els nor you nor she can thither go Joyn both your hands then with as great desire As e're ye met disjoyn part and retire Weep sigh and wring your hands not that ye part But 'cause ye met together Fle. Oh! my heart Spi. It must be done then to your Chambers goe To Kneâ—le and Pray ye may continue so Now she seems fair but then you 'l think her fowle As is an Ethiop both in face and Soul Fle. Not for a thousand worlds these Eyes I weare I cherish cause they tell me she is faire For nothing I adore th' Omnipotence Of my Creator more then this one sence Which shewes her Beauty and so much I prize That I could wish all sences e'ls were Eyes Had Argus seen this object Sleep had never Gave Hermes power to make him sleep for ever Not though his oaten reed were as acute In Art and sweetness as Apollo's Lute When underneath his lovely Daphne he Sate sweetly warbling forth her Elegie Spi. He vvhom you do adore for that one sence Dispos'd it not unto that End from thence Nere came an ill effect He nere gave eyes To be adult'rate vvith Idolatryes Fle. Novv let thy resolution be as free To answer one thing I shall question thee I 'le tell thee hovv thy Counsell thrives Spi. Say on I freely grant thee my attention Fle. 'T is thus then may not some familiar friend Conveigh my mind in Letters Spi. To vvhat end 'T is ill to think on her vvould you reveale Your sinfull thoughts under your Hand and Seale Think when you are a happy Convert how The fatal Legend will discourage you Fle. Then Iesabel farewel Oh! how her Name Creates in me an unexpiring flame 'T is a strange Riddle I should part with thee And from thy presence find felicity A thing I will not credit therefore cease Vain Spirit so to interrupt the peace 'Twixt me and my fair Love I will be gone To reunite my first affection Tell fools your tales of heaven all is hell That doth not appertain to Iesabel Spirit alone THus am I daily hurried to and fro From vice to vice still am I forc'd to go With him to each lewd practise Thou whose might Is most Omnipotent and infinite Send me a guard of vertues such as are Perfect and powerful for a Civil War Faith thou shalt be my General and lead My warlike Troops thou on sure ground dost tread Let us march on then victory is sure When as the Lord of Hosts makes all secure Prepare thee Flesh I come to war not woo Although thou bring the world and Divel too And e're this sacred Battel we conclude Thy might or mine or both shall be subdu'd An Acrostich on my very worthy friend Mr. MARKE WARD May all the real joys that can appear Within the Circle of the next new year Attend your wish may no true pleasures be Above the reach of your capacity Religion guard your Conscience may your health Replenish may you wallow in your Wealth Knowledg support you may you never vow Divided Love and when soever you Enter the List of Wedlock may that prize Be loving vertuous young rich fair and wise An Epitaph in an Acrostich composed on the Name of his vertuous Sister Mrs. Joane Ward Jn this plain piece of humble earth lies one Whom no unworthy feet should tread upon One whose chast life did very much improve A Daughters duty and a Sisters love Almighty God was still her contemplation Religion was her daâ—ly recreation Nothing came in her Maiden thoughts that cou'd Defile the Fountain of her Virgin Bloud Eternal joys contain her now let 's then Mourn until we meet with her agen An Elegiack in a double Acrostich sacred to the memory of the most truly vertuous Mrs. MARGARET JESSOP VVife to the much honoured WILLIAM JESSOP Esq. who deceased the first of November 1651. Mourn or depart for they whose cheeks be dry Are not for our confluent CompanI All that we talk is tears and when we see One smile we look upon 't like HeresiE Reader within this Marble Mansion lyes A motive would make tears in Tyrants eyeS Grief would becom their Mistriss they would dress Themselves in nothing but unhappinesS All the small vertues God did e're bestow On Woman-kind lyes here in FoliO Religion was her Pilot and her prop From whose sententious tongue did always droP Eternal Language such as Angels sip In sighs and Prayers from a Convert's LiP To speak her larger he that further dives Must Summon in all the Superlatives The CHARACTER of a Corrupt STATES-MAN that is solely devoted to Selfe-Ends But pretends to Piety A Corrupt Statist is a thing in whom There is contract all Evill that can come The soule of Satan in a Saint's disguise The grand Elixir of Hypocrisies The secret Issue of long-lurking spight The Prince of darknesse in a robe of light His tongue is tipt with Mercy but his Maw If he be mov'd disgorgeth Golgotha He is the root of Ruine Mischief's Mint The Alcharon put in Geneva print The saddest object Peace can fix her eyes on Whose Prayers are Pistolls and his Tears are Poyson He hath if the old Maxime doe not misse Iudas his soule by Metempsychosis And that it may profoundly be undone Can kisse a Country to confusion To that point where Ambition doth conduct All Evil
is a safe Soveraignty On Henry the VIII HArry the VIII as story saith Was a King so unjust He nere did spare man in his vvrath Nor vvoman in his lust An Epigram on one who said He liv'd by his wits PAmphlet last vveek in his fantastique fits Was ask'd hovv he did live He said By 's wits Pamphlet I see vvill tell lyes by the Clock Hovv can he live upon so poor a stock On Ribaldry OF all detested vices none to me Appears more vain then verbal Rihaldry For he who to such talk his mind doth bend Is like that dog vvhose tail is at 's tongues end Good Wits may Iump A Good Wit brought unto a Stationer A Manuscript that so he might prefer His volume to the Press but e're that he Could make a Bargain for his Poesie The Book-seller whose aimes were for his profit Desires the Author he would read some of it The Writer reads some six or seven leaves Which having done the Stationer conceives That it was old a strait begins to look As memory led him in a printed book Lays it before our Author on the board And reads the Transcript to him word for word The Puet puzled at it 'gins to pump For an excuse and cryes Good Wits may Iump On a School-Master A Country Pedant of soul soft and silly Whose reading nere exceeded William Lilly In 's Ranks and Files of Substantives began His Brags to a more learned Countryman And said he took a Child the other day From women-tutors which e're long should say His Grammer Rules by heart and in two years He 'd make him a good Scholar th' other fleers And tnswers him agen Come Doctor come You know that Charity begins at home An Elegy and Epitaph on the deplored death of the much worthy William Barklay Esquire one of the Aldermen of the City of London dedicate to Mr. Hen. Barklay STay and release my wonder you that can Resolve what may compleat a perfect man So absolute that future times may well Admire at but shall never parallel Let him be wise and learn'd his better part Be richly furnish'd with transcendent Art Let Nature be his friend and in his mind Let vertues choice indovvments be refin'd He vvill come short of him whose body lyes At this time floating in his Mourners eyes For in this Monument is one in whom Faith Hope and Charityâ—ook up their room One who hath gather'd vertues since his birth Enough to crovvn a man in heaven and earth When acts of equity were in his trust He ever vvas both merciful and just The poor he pitied but his soul vvould nere To vitious greatness turn Idolater He had indeed a heart vvhich the vvorst times Could never tempt to profitable crimes His thoughts vvere pure his actions free his store Was made a good Exchequer for the poor Though envy oft on vertue doth attend He forced envy's self to be his friend By this the knowing Reader well may see The brittle State of best mortality Let man be nere so perfect in his parts And have the accomplishments of all the Arts Though he live long and well yet shall he have No earthly gratulation but a grave Forbear more words my phantsie thou 'rt too weak Great griefs are silent whil'st small sorrows speak Although his body sleep till the day come Shall reunite him to his antient home His soul is mounted on Seraphick wings Unto the Mansion of the King of Kings The Epitaph 1 WEep Reader weep for if we see Thy Fountains dry no man will be Perswaded to relent for thee 2 In this monumental clay Lies pious dust till it obey The Summons of the latter day 3 You that ransack earth and Skies For all worth which good men prize Look no further Here it lies 4 Let your truer tears attend it When all studious men have pen'd it This mans Name will comprehend it 5 But to sum up all in brief He whose eyes are void of grief Hath a heart without belief 6 HE whose soul doth not desire To weep before he do retire Would laugh were all the world on fire On Intemperance HE that devotes himself to wrath or wine Is not his own friend and can nere be mine On pious Poverty NOne but a vicious rich man will defie The low estate of pious poverty On vain delights IN seeking to obtain delights we lose 'um Dalila's lap leads not to Abrahams bosom On the Eucharist SEe the wide difference 'twixt wine and grace One warms the Spirit tother fires the face So he whose faith drinks o th' Communion Bowl Shall feel the inflammation in his soul The material substance of our Creed c 〈…〉 ed in twelve lines I Do believe in God Lord of Creation And in his Son Christ Iesus ou 〈…〉 Conceived by the Holy Ghost who 〈◊〉 Both from the Father and the Son 〈◊〉 Born of the Virgin Mary's womb 〈…〉 A cruel death by Pilat crucified Was dead and buried did descend 〈◊〉 The third day rise on earth next 〈…〉 one From thence he 'l come to Judgment 〈…〉 ve One Church one Spirit and I do 〈◊〉 Saints have Communion Reprobates 〈…〉 n Sins pardon soul and body's Resurr 〈…〉 n. The ten Commandements i 〈…〉 ines GOd spake these words and 〈…〉 am thy God That brought thee from the 〈◊〉 of Egypts rod And thou shalt have no other God but me Thou shalt not worship any Imagery Thou shalt not take my sacred Name in vain The holy Sabbath day thou shalt maintain Honor thy Parents and thy daies I 'le further With length and plenty Thou shalt do no murther Thou shalt no vile Adultery commit Thou shalt not steal no nor purloin by wit Thou shalt not bear false witness 'gainst thy Neighbor Nor covet what is his by right or labour The happy estate of the Blessed Matth. 5 1 YE wealthy souls that being poor in merit Are by Gods sentence allow'd rich in spirit Heaven is made your Kingdom Angels be Your glorious guides to bliss Blessed are ye 2 You that with grief do mourn and relent Bedew your cheeks till your wet eyes are spent You shall be comforted by Gods Decree And one day joy as much Blessed are ye 3 You that are meek and humble in your minds Mark what felicity your meekness finds The large earth your inheritance shall be And heaven at the last Blessed are ye 4 You hungry thirsty souls whose appetite Desires but righteousness receive your mite You shall be filled Christ your bread will be Feed and be thankful then Blessed are ye 5 You that are merciful hope to obtain Mercy again ye cannot hope in vain God is your stedfast Anchor and will he Leave you to shipwrack no Blessed are ye 6 You that in mind in heart in soul are pure Gold purg'd from dross that can the touch indure Happy are ye your excellence shall see Gods brightness face to face Blessed are ye 7 You whom vile men unrighteously revile If you remain but patient all the while For Iesus sake shall sure rewarded be More then an hundred fold Blessed are ye 8 Ye persecuted souls that suffer wrong For righteousness and want a pleading tongue To tell your grief your joy compleat shall be Your Kingdom Heaven is Blessed are ye 9 Rejoyce and be exceeding glad for great Will your reward be from Gods Mercy Seat Can a rewarding Master better be Then our dear Saviour Christ Blessed are ye 10 So were the Prophets persecuted they Suffer'd your wrongs whom cruel men did slay They have their Saviours bounty then agree To bear their sorrows and Blessed are ye The wretched estate of the cursed Deut. 27. 1 THere is a cruel wretch whose watchful eye Stands Centinel that he most secretly Might smite his Neighbour where so e're he be God's curse o'retakes his fact Cursed is he 2 That faithless man who for his sole defence Cleaves to mans frailty without care or sense Of God or his just power let all agree With one consent to cry Cursed is he 3 There is a slave so cruel and unkind That will pervert the footsteps of the blind And lead them from their journey all that be Christians will surely say Cursed is he 4 A vile transgressor too I cannot miss An Image-worshipper and one that is A friend to Wooden Saints let him not be A patern for our lives Cursed is he 5 He that 's unmerciful adulterous A Fornicator or one covetous And many such great evils God will see His true amendment els Cursed is he 6 He that in Judgment hindereth the right Of Fatherless or Widows in God's sight His unjust Judgment stands who will not see His sin unpunished Cursed is he 7 But ther 's a Iudas who reward will take To murther Innocents my Saviours sake Doth make me now relent but let him be Subject unto his bane Cursed is he 8 But now a Caytiff heathenish and vile I must declare a disobedient Child A Parent-Curser who deserves to be Cursed of all the world Cursed is he 9 There is a craft crep't in the Country Sir Which is to bear his Neighbours Landmark far From its true place of residence to be For his unlawful use Cursed is he 10 Here is another Iustice will not spare An hot lascivious loose Adulterer That whores his Neighbours wife and makes him be The laughing-stock of Fools Cursed is he FINIS