of his love In sending us his Son which from above Hast left a holy Ministry to be our guide Oh keep us safe that we may never slide Into such pathes that may lead us astray But follow our shepherds in a holy way And from a peevish zeal good Lord restore us And grant us shepherds that may go before us Matthew 5.8 Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God c. GOd of his abundant love did send his Son Into the world to preach salvation Upon the mount whereon he freely taught His blessed precepts unto all that sought To him in faith and obedience to his will Minding his holy precepts to fulfil He pronounced nine blessings with their recompence If we observe them with true reverence And keep his holy Lawes not from it start Surely blessed are they are pure in heart Who would not then strive earnest to be pure See David's fervent zeal for to assure His panting soul which long'd full sore to find A place of rest for his so grieved mind To attain the which he passionately cri'd Lord from thy precepts let me never slide That he would cleanse his heart he might inherit The gifts and graces of his holy spirit Hath piety such a reward no disgrace Shall the pure in heart behold him face to face And with blest spirits ever happy raign In endless glory and true peace obtain Who will not labor to imitate the just VVho have such heavenly visions in their dust Shall the treacherous vanities we enjoy Steal off our hearts and rob us of true joy And bereave us of the glory of that light VVhich is of endless splendor power and might So strengthen me That I may rather choose The divine light and all false lights refuse A sight the which in glory doth surpass All triumphs in the world that ever was VVhat splenders are there compared to this It is an empty air Nothing less A sight which no eye ever saw but may If the worlds objects lead them not astray After the harmony of deluding Charms VVhich lulls frail flesh a sleep in natures arms The Idea of this sight cannot be drawn In lively colors least we do prophane The speculations of the brain can never Portract him truly that doth live for ever Then cease thy fancie and forbear thy art His liveless Character is in thy heart The divine Traveller though but newly there Could give no full description of that sphear Scripture Characters doth but even allude And set it forth but in similitude And shew how infinitely transcendent Is that glory which is omnipotent VVere diamonds all join'd to make one splendor They were but Attoms to the Sun not render The smallest glimps to that luminary Of life and heat the which by motions vary And feed a throng of sparkling stars that are Inlivened with his light which from a far VVe do behold each one in 's proper place How dim's it to the glory of thy face VVho then would thus so vainly sacrifies Himself to sin and so bewreave his eyes Of that blest vision and the chiefest good To gratifie his wild extravagant blood And revel in delights of sin and shame And stiffle his nobler passions and that flame Of holy zeal that should chiefly delight us To the triumphs of thy bliss Good Lord unite us He that would dwell amongst those sacred fires And holy spirits by whose true light inspires The mind with holy motions he must turn His heart unto an altar and their burn The holy sacrifice of penitence And lively faith with all due reverence And humbleness of heart which will do well For the graces of Gods spirit there do dwell The heart that mourns within us there must be The only seat of life and love to thee The graces of the spirit there must rest And be so firmly fixed in the brest Naturalists do well observe that to the heart Is first giv'n life then death it doth them part Oh Lord our hearts are frail there cannot be Strength to support unless it come from thee Give thy supporting graces we are weak Touch thou our hearts and tongues that we may speak To the glory of thy name and so dispise The vanities of the world with its disguise O raise our contemplations to thy glory Cast down our vain affections transitory That proudly do oppose it self in error Correct our thoughts oh let it be a terror Unto our hearts and make us plainly see The horror of our crimes Lord against thee Sanctifie to thy self our whole devotion That we live holy lives in godly motion Oh let our chiefest contemplations raise A holy zeal in us to give thee praise Let it be our delight to do thy will And all thy holy precepts to fulfill That when we shall lay down our lives in dust VVe may be glorified with the Just And sweetly seated in that blessed place VVhere we may all behold thee face to face Daniel 12.3 And they that be wise shall shine as the Brightness of the firmament and they that turn many to Righteousness as the Stars for ever and ever DId Michael th'archangel not stir thence But stood most valiant like a mighty prince To assist Gods people in their times of trouble And said their sufferings would be requited double If that their hearts would be to wisdom bent Should shine for ever in the firmament And such as by their pious pains do turn Others from sin so that they sigh and mourn Shall shine as starrs and be for ever blest VVith glory in everlasting rest Who then would not be studious for to gain True knowledge that he might thereby attain Such promised glory and become most pure Holy Celestial to be ever sure To shine forth as the Sun oh blessed sight In whose most glorious raies is the chief light Where man 's diviner part not only lives As living splendor it for ever gives Transcending beams of lustre which shall shine In the imperial heavens most divine And there be ever fixt and never sever But shine as stars for ever and for ever Look here ye blind admirers of Earths bubble A robe of purple or some glorious trouble A diadem of honor in this Earth Which brings forth care small comfort after death So vain is Man that fondly doth desire Such trifling honors that do soon expire Which carrieth not that light will give access And by its virtue turn to righteousness Which would make them Stars but some desire t' enjoy Their fading pleasures such a splendid toy Hear this all ye that can on shadows dote And you that can to Transitory pomp devote Your souls and care not for immortal bliss And think there is no other Heaven but this Sublunary pleasures couldst thou call down A robe of morning Stars to deck thee round Such Royal luminaries it would be But gloomy splendor a bright obscurity Compared to that lustre 'T will shine but faint Not like that glory that enwraps a Saint That
soul oh hide these spots of mine Then shall I be a beauty that will shine And invite thine Eye again for to look on A wretch that was furlorn lost and gone Consider this ye Riotors in lust VVhich dally with damnation till ye burst VVhat agonies they endure whilst void of sence By the griping of a wounded conscience VVhich so doth rack them into many a fear Of grief but a wounded spirit who can bear Oh who can mind his Murthering sins with pleasure And recount his bitter sweets at his sad leisure He 'l meet an ill account sin leaves behind Having mispent his nobler parts his mind VVer 't thou to die would not thy parting groan Mind thee of thy sad life so past and gone Flattery will prove small comfort in that hour VVhen vain excuses will have little power To still the conscience or thy thoughts to chear VVith joy a wounded spirit who can bear Shew me that Sampson conscience with his strength But that this ugly vulture will at length Both master and subdue what frozen soul Those ashes would not melt and so controul The sturdy sinner laden with loads of guilt VVhich hangs so heavy that his conscience felt That nasty load of crimes that down hath hurl'd His active parts into the lower world Not all his art or courtship cannot save His Treacherous soul from the terrors of the grave They are but trifles to it could it but shroud The guilty soul from darkness oh how proud VVould the soul be if that he might be free From the terrors of a future misery But these are empty shadows cannot keep The tortur'd soul it cannot sweetly sleep Sum all the crosses that the soul surrounded The Catalogue of afflictions thus confounded There 's none like this which his vices thus inherit The grief and anguish of a troubled spirit That intolerable grief which admits no chear Or joy but a wounded spirit who can bear VVhat burthen then doth a wounded spirit endure Unsupportable of his pains griefs are sure Still charged with the frights which ariseth hence By the terrors of a wounded conscience Oh let nor the apprehensions of thy wrath So far afright us thy sweet mercy hath Much balm in store to cure a wounded spirit Which being applied by faith we may inherit Eternal bliss in our bosom thou hast set A perfect Register let us not forget To summ them up in tears without delay Recounting all the ills that did bear sway In our most raging lusts then shall we be Cur'd of our festred wounds O Lord by thee Which art the great Physitian which can heal All wounded spirits when they with faith appeal Lord ope our eyes then shall we clearly see Our many fold transgressions against thee Then shall we by thy mercy sure inherit That blessed balm will cure a wounded spirit Matthew 24.38 And knew not untill the flood came and took them all away HOw great 's the love of Christ that did condescend To acquaint his belov'd disciples with the end Of the old world as the days of Noah were Before the flood whose lofty waves did bear The preserving Ark he saith they all shall see That so the coming of the Son of Man shall be For in those days before the raging flood They eat they drank did little that was good Marry and give in marriage till that day The flood came on and took them all away How fondly and securely did they feast Themselves for ruin they did make a jest Of sin they only striv'd to feed their lusts And cram'd themselves in riot till they burst For lust and luxury took up their heart And so possest it that they could not part Till deaths divorce they were so firmly married Unto their lusts until the Ocean carried Them all away oh how sad's that feast Where overflowing Judgment takes the guests Just Noah's preaching could not yet perswade This drunken Crew that still did swine-like wade Into all filth his fluent admonition Could not prevail to bring them to contrition But the rougher waves made a language to detect Their ranting noise in their own dialect The prodigious raging of the angry deep Silenc't their prophane noise in deaths last sleep Had not God bound himself by promise sure That the Earth no more a deluge should endure And hath his party colored bow so fixt As that there is no doubting with it mixt But how often hath our debauch'd vain ways Corrouz'd and rioted in those our days That we can teach the Epicure to revel And so provoke incensed wrath to level Just judgments on our heads if we aspire Our next refining will be all of fire The former vices of our predecessor Come very short of the present transgressor Of these our times we 're giants now in growth In sin by our unwairy lazy sloth That doth beset us and subdue our sence That we grow monsters without penitence We study vices dayly as though the Earth Like an infernal Affrick hatcht new birth Of ugly monsters such huge prodigies Of minted sins which dayly doth arise It startles reason and as though we were Only to feast in sin and frolick here Was the world drown'd did not the waters stay But carried these living dead Men away And were they taken in their great excess And shall we think to escape this wickedness And be careless of our lives shall we not cry That have lived so long in such impenitency And here behold them drown'd that thus did scatter And freely drank iniquity like water And were shipwrackt in their houses thus surpriz'd By death and Judgment which they so dispit'd So righteous art thou Lord in thy judgment And pure in justice if we not repent Thy hand of justice will us overtake For our impenitency if we don't forsake Our foul transgressions it will so incense Thy justice in thy wrath to sweep us hence And yet how good is thy transcending love That never sendest punishments from above But when our faults encrease so boldly high As to provoke thy sacred Majesty By our impenitencies we do provoke Thy divine justice to the heavy stroak Of judgment which doth thus highly incense Thy wrath in justice for to sweep us hence Lord 't was thy mercy out of thy great love To assure us by thy promise from above To free us from so great a punishment Its memory should make our hearts relent And to admire thy mercy meekly turn Our hearts to holy penitence and mourn And meditate how thy judgments did o'retake Them that all virtuous precepts did foresake Let their example mind us to repent Least we fall under such just punishment Luke 7.5 For he loved our Nation and hath built us a Synagogue WAs the servant sick and did his Masters love So far exceed his charity to move As to send for help to him that was able To cure his soul though born in a stable He knew it was his Jesus which had power To heal he was his only Saviour To
sin which causeth endless shame and death Consider it ye mortals of the Earth Who now carouse in sin and sport away Thy blessed time of love by your delay Be not bewitcht with sin return and blest Behold our Christ admits you to his feast Oh let the endearments of a comon sence Of love and lively faith arise from thence And let sweet raptures of a holy zeal Raise in my soul such joyes as may reveal My constant faith and love to him alone That is for ever seated in the Throne Of heavenly glory Lord do thou permit Me in his arms of love and cause me sit Amongst the Saints above which take delight To sing sweet Hallelujahs day and night To that blest quire good Lord in time unite me And let thy praises ever more delight me Then shall my longing soul have quiet rest In the bosom of that glory ever blest Luke 19.9 This day is Salvation come to thy house BEhold our Jesus trav'ling for to gain Lost Man and see with what a loving pain He passeth Jericho after he 'd wrought Such mighty works and cur'd them all that sought To him in faith of which Zacheus hearing Hastning he climbs to see his Christ not fearing The publicans could hinder his good nature His zeal being warm although but low in stature He takes the Sicamore as here we find To raise his body equal with his mind VVell warm'd with faith and a desire to see His Lord and Christ from branches of a Tree VVhere being seen and call'd he made no stay But with all Joy of heart he did obey His infant faith did soon break forth in action And chearfully he vowed satisfaction And restitution no Man did ever more Largely express his Love unto the poor By all he did it truly demonstrate That Christ assur'd to be with in his gate T' was time for him to hast and not desist To entertain so merciful a guest That did so passionately express his love Calling Zacheus from the Tree above He leaves the branches that did him advance Prostrates himself with humble reverence Had his low limbs been of a higher extent He might have wanted that true zeal he meant But being low in stature high in grace Hee 's call'd to see his Christ ev'n face to face Oh humble kindness of the King of glory As it s recorded in the sacred story See how coldly th' world doth entertain The Lord of life which finds too much disdain 'T is he invites who well could pay the cost That came to seek and save such as were lost The Jew doth vainly look for his Redeemer To come in pomp which shews he 's an esteemer Of worldly majesty but hee 's become A wandring vagrant till the day of doom Stop stop ye glorious mortals which do ride In golden Chariots stuft with carnal pride See your Redeemer a blest president To true humility with care repent Place not felicity on Thrones of Gold But on the Scepter of Gods word take hold And if you 'l climb climb like Zacheus here Not after pomp but with an awful fear Cast down your selves even from the lofty Tree Of carnal Lusts Hear Christ saith come to me All that decline a Carnal conversation To them he offers life joy and salvation Who would not welcome such a noble guest And treat his Saviour at a Bounteous feast And sacrifice even all with joy and love Sith every perfect gift is from above And giv'n by him that can repay us double Conferring perfect happiness for trouble But there are some that think it to much charge If vestry ornaments be something large To express th' honor dignity and worth Of sacred things and decently let forth As late religious arts perform'd in order They say that on Romes Church we neerly boarder If they see Gap or Surplice Hood or Scarse Like silly momes they flout and jeer and laugh But such must know uniess they will be fools These are distinctions in the learned Schools How happy was Zachem with the favor Of Christ his presence whose persumes did savor Of humility in that he 'ed condescend To come to sinners as unto a friend And be a guest unto such a kind of Man As was a meer professed publican Nor is his mercy shut up here alone But it extends to all that sigh and groan Yea every houshould that indeed doth clime And mounts by virtue surely shall see him Hark you that sacrifice your lives and blood And with a hearful zeal do fly from good That foot the musick of a vainer life And with true virtues ever are at strise Strangers to God his holy ordinance The precious sacraments that sure advance The flight toward Heaven and make thee see Like good Zachem here as from a Tree Of grace if this be planted in thy heart Then Christ will be thy guest and nere depart If this be water'd with repenting tears Then it will bring forth fruit in which appears A holy life which will the comfort give And in true Joyes thou shalt for ever live After thy body is by death mowed down Thy soul shall have a pretious heav'nly crown Oh Lord we are as nothing in thy sight 'T is thou haft rais'd us by thy power and might And when the least desire we feel or find To come to thee 't is thou that stirs the mind And makes us climb for we are low of stature Lame and decrepit poor weak things by nature Unless we take advantage by the Tree Of faith and holy life wee see not thee And climb O Lord wee can't without thy grace Raise us O Lord by it to see thy face Infuse in us each holy good desire Blow up in us a zeal as hot as fire A zeal that may a doubtless warmth sure bring Then shall we praise thee and for ever sing Loud Halelujahs to thy blessed name That art th' Almighty God ever the same Whose mercies condescend to every one And gives assurance of salvation Luke 9.57 Lord I will follow thee wheresoever thou goest BEhold our Saviour here who doth reprove Revenging rashness prompting peace and love When his Apostles fill'd with desire To be reveng'd would set a Town on fire And in that passion were so fully bent They urged to Christ a former president Saying did not Elias do such things As'tis recorded in the book of Kings But Christ reprov'd them with a serious frown And pull'd their high avenging spirits down I came not to destroy mens lives but save All such as in humility do crave This heard the scribe professeth without boast Lord I will follow thee where e're thou goest Oh blessed boldness in that resolution A happy confidence to make intrusion Into such company there 's none can blame His passionate affection it became Holy desires which did indeed express His fervent zeal to God and holiness The wondrous miracles which thus were wrought Brought him to Christ whom he with fervor sought That divine light whose powerful
did thus inspire Her more diviner soul that did prepare Her funeral and friends with love and care Her earthly part she did as sleep lay down Her temporal for a Celestial Crown So that henceforth it truly may be said She is transplanted rather than decayed Meditations written by William Williams Gentleman Prisoner in the Kings Bench Anno 1676. And in the sixty third year of his age Numbers 27.16 17. Let the Lord the God of the spirits of all flesh set a Man over the congregation Which may go out before them and which may go in before them and which may lead them out and which may bring them in that the congregation of the Lord be not as sheep which have no shepherd DId God command good Moses to ascend The Abarim mount unto that very end To see the promised Land did he not express How that he sinned in the wilderness At Meribab was he denied possession Of Canan's land for this his his foul trangression The which he shall no sooner see but die Yet ceas'd he not unto the Lord to cry Let God the Lord of spirits continue on A shepherd to the congregation Did not the Lord soon grant to his request Behold take Joshua my spirit 's in his brest But lay thine hands upon him give him charge In presence of the people not at large Set him before Eleazar the chief priest He hath the Urim and Thummim thou seest Let all go in and out at his sole word Yea all the congregation of the Lord. Moses obeys sets Joshua in their sight Lays on his hands with reverence and might Behold this mission did the Lord want power To send out Joshuah at that very hour Needed he the help of Moses to compleat A holy priesthood to succeed his feat Needed he the hands of Moses to confirm The blessed orders and decrees of Heaven No 't was his wisedom to make all to know That God's the God of order to which we owe All possible obedience with submission To his blest precepts taking a commission And run not on in a furious presumption Scorning all order and the holy unction Did not this tipe in Meses represent Christ's mission to his holy Government Of his succeeding Church T' adorn the Station VVhen Christ bids go and preach to every Nation His Apostles boldly went and not till then They were not made the blest fishers of Men. Then stop thou bold Intruder Learn and heark VVas not Uzzah struck for touching the Ark VVithout a Call Let his Example learn The meekness that thou may'st truly discern The way of order continued in all ages And is from thence descended to the sages And Governors of the Church it doth preserve A holy Ministry faithfully to serve As Ministring spirits truly to represent Our dayly wants and help us to repent And bewail the times never be at rest Still praying to send laborers in the harvest No prayers so needful in this presumptuous age When persons run like players on a stage Venting their fancies their vain shapes and guise Their fond delusions which amuse the wise Who would not labor and devoutly pray To be freed from these blind leaders astray Which proudly prattle of their gifts and vaunt Their inward calls I compassionate their want Of sober meekness by which they may be Instructed in the rules of Modesty Who can be hold this Garden become a field For beasts to revel in and their hearts not yield Compassionate tears to see foxes pray On silly lambs and bear their souls away To wild and strange delusions by their prate And bold assertions do insinuate How vainly do they thus pretend new light When they do strip their mother of her right And cry up the rash fancies of their brain Beyond the decent holy gospel strain Can there be want of Laborers in this rout No no there are too many go about To lead away souls by their vain delusion Thinking it zeal to bring in such confusion Where sheep become shepherds their brains are sickle Presumptuously handling the Gospels sickle Yea he that can but talk in a Gospel phrase Doth think himself inspir'd but doth not pause On the hid mysteries contain'd therein But vomits forth his ignorance and sin And climbs a pulpit in some publick heard And there to vent his folly is not affear'd He that doth love his Saviour will delight To honor his spouse the Church and in her right Lay out his interest firmly to maintain Her reverence and esteem is all his aim And triumph in the felicity of her health And beg the perpetuity of her wealth In whose arms alone he can be mounted high Into the Throne of blest eternity He deserveth not to be sharer in bliss That eternal harvest of true happiness That will not labor and devoutly pray To send forth Laborers in that needful day And shepherds that most faithfully will feed Their flocks and keep them in the time of need And save them from those wolves that would devour Their harmless lambs if gotten in their power Oh Lord who can behold this bleeding spouse And not shed tears and ev'n with fervor rouze His very soul in contemplation Of this afflicted Church and Nation Shee that not long since was but little less Than a Princess amongst the provinces Is become a widow weeps sore all night And is bereav'd of comfort and her right Her lovers have forsaken her in such sort That many flout few yield her true comfort She once was worthy the kisses of his love That priz'd her highly as a Queen above And at her glory did no whit repine But magnified her love better than wine But now she 's black but comely to the view Of Heaven though her locks are werted with the diew Yet is continued that sweeter breath Tell me O thou who my soul so loveth Where thou feedest and sets thy flocks to rest Besides the shepherds Tents they are safe and blest Such a sweet dialogue the Church once had Though now grown pale with grief heavy and sad Yet is she still belov'd though in mourning dress The time will come to cast of heavyness Oh! let the accustomed mercies of thy love Protect thy Church from rapine and remove Those Boars and Foxes that strive to devour Thy vine Oh keep it by thy Almighty power From envious storms for thou hast plac't it high Where all may see it and with hearts apply Oh! le ts approach to it not turn'd away By such blind guides that vainly go astray Let ne're thy sacred Oracles want power Nor priest to lead us in our latest hour Nor let the gladsome tidings of our peace Be turn'd to silence Oh! let it never cease Thy holy Ministry but O Lord supply Their defects pardon the wild vanity And ignorant phantastick zeal of those That thus abuse thy Church and are thy foes Give them true light thy mercies quite dispel That darkness which will lead them down to Hell Let us rejoyce in the Mercies
length Could we unwind time and reverse its wheel Stop the celestial posts and make them reel And set the worlds great clock far back again What shall we get by it but trouble and pain Imaginary selicities here Sliding contentments purchas'd very dear And when we 're listed in the dismal book That accursed catalogue of the damned look And ask Dives without any controul What did it profit him to lose his soul Oh Lord what is there in this world to prize And weary our selves with vain desires to raise A temporary felicity and name Which quickly vanisheth as a blast or flame 'T is hard to him that 's to thy law a stranger To apprehend the misery and danger Of covetous desires the length of time Hath made that vice a habit and incline Our natures to the breaches of thy law Oh Lord teach me with care to stand in aw Of losing thee my God my only pleasure Whom to enjoy is the divinest treasure O let the blessings thou hast freely given Quicken our duller souls with thanks to Heav'n From whom we have receiv'd the chief promotion Let it not flack but quicken our devotion And raise contemplations not vainly rude But with obedience and humble gratitude That so the vanities that are here below May be our scorn but the graces with do flow From thy abundant mercy may delight'us To the bosom of thy Church good Lord unite us And raise our spirits our vices to controul And think no profit for to lose our soul Canticles 2.1 I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of the valleys 'T is Solomons song his most Seraphick strein That in high and transcendent raptures aim To express Christs love to his Church the sacred spouse Doth not his fervent divine fancy rouze These high passionate expressions divine The Rose of Sharon love better than wine Lilly of the valleys turtle undefil'd Love of delights sweeter than spices mild Spikenard and Mirrhe Saphron and Frankincense All these allusions in an amorous sence Of divine love as in a holy song VVith lofty ejaculations all along In a devout harmony doth allude In allegory and similitude The Rose is natures perfume it displays Its treasures through the air unto its praise It delighteth sence both in color and smell Whose odoriferous beauty none can paralel Other flowers like Hypocrites are fair of color And in a painted shew they do seem fuller Of various shapes but they have not the scent Of that sweet Rose that still is fragrant And retains its sweetness ev'n in withered dust When other flowers of Color pine and burst Into a nasty shape of the Rose is made A cordial so that it doth never fade It 's virtues are still useful of great price Of vegetables natures paradise In this wonder of flowers we may espy Not only Physick but Divinity It wears Heaven's livery in its beauteous color Natures master piece nothing is fuller Than the sweet lovely blushes of the Rose That Rose of Sharon which all wisedom knows With many prickles was his head surrounded VVith tanting scoffs was his pure soul confoundad The perfumes of his prayers rais'd a richer smell Than all Arabia's spices can paralel His divine miracles were higher scented Than all odoriferous gums if sublimated Into one perfume it s a rifle to that sweet That cordial posie where the God-head meet As join'd in one and sent such perfume thence VVhich should enamor our hearts with reverence To adore that Rose of Sharon which will never Lose its perfume but will smell sweet for ever Oh let us run with meekness not presume After the odors of thy sweet perfume And have fervent desires for thee alone And for the streams that do flow from thy Throne Imprint in me such rays of divine grace A purity capable to see thy face The greatest perfections in creatures lie But a drop of transcendent excellency That is in thee let me have a longing strife To imitate the purity of thy life And in an humble meekness to submit To such indignities as thou think'st fit And when I shall lay down this earthy feature I may be raised a renewed creature And be comforted with perfumes of thy love VVhich are prepared with the Saints above In the eternal paradise of rest VVith the true Rose of Sharon ever blest Psalm 119.92 If my delight had not been in thy Law I should have perished in my trouble FINIS To the Honorable the Lord Chief justice Raynsford upon his adding St. George's Church to the rules of the Kings Bench. THanks noble Raynsford for this bounteous favor To prisoners restrained it doth sweetly savor Of a pious clemency thus to enlarge The footsteps of those Men under thy charge You 've outdone loyal Keeling that act we 'le sound He'n larg'd the rules thou givest us holy ground St. George's Church Englands Titular Saint VVhere we may freely go and make complaint Of our hard ereditors and devoutly pray That he 'l enlarge his mercies in the day Of your account we 'l study to express All ways of gratitude for this happiness With thanks unto our Marshal for his love VVhich doth oblige us faster far above All other obligations we 'l express All cordial love with humble thankfulness Pardon Dear Sir that I this silence break That am the meanest how could others speak An Elogie on the death of Edmund Lenthal Esq late Marshal of the Kings Bench. ARe prisons sad is' t not a place of grief To be restrain'd from liberty the chief Desire of Man but here a comforts given VVhen a mild keeper is decreed from Heaven Such one we had but suddenly snatcht hence By the impartial hand of providence Death with his pale fac'd Envy hath bereav'd Of comfort in which we were not deceiv'd His carriage was obliging sweet and kind Expressing still a bounteous noble mind And generous Courtesy yet his care was just Preserving them that did oblige his trust In such an harmony his acts did meet Mixt mercy with justice in consort sweet My meditations of Joy and gladness Are turn'd to Elogies and songs of sadness He 's taken hence which my sad soul did chear I cease to write surpriz'd with mournful tear THE TABLE Of the FIRST PART Philippians Chap. 4. v. 12. 1. I Know how to abound and how to suffer need c. Job 2.10 2. In all this did not Job sin with his Lips Romans 6.12 and part of 21. 3. Let not sin theresore raign in your mortal bodies that you should obey it in the Lusts thereof For the end of these things are death 7 Matthew 15.28 4. And he said unto her O Woman great is thy Faith 11 John 12.2 5. But Lazarus was one of those that sat at the Table with him 14 Genesis 2.8 6. And the Lord God planted a Garden East-ward in Eden 17 Luke 10.25 7. And behold a certain Lawyer flood up and tempted him Master what shall I do to inherit Eternal Life 20 John 11.36 8. Jesus Wept 23 Matthew 6.33 9. But seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his Righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you c. 25 John 13.23 10. And there was leaning on Jesus bosom one of his Disciples whom he loved c. 29 Luke 19.9 11. This day is Salvation come to thy House 32 Luke 9.57 12. Lord I will follow thee wheresoever thou goest 36  A Copy of Verse to Sir Anthony Bateman on the Death of his Daughter 40  An Elogy on the Name and Death of the Virtuous Lady Martha Bateman who departed this Life the Tenth of December 1674. 41 THE TABLE Of the SECOND PART Numbers 27.16 17. 1. Let the Lord the God of the Spirits of all flesh set a man over the Congregation Which may go out before them and which may go in before them and which may lead them out and which may bring them in that the Congregation of the Lord be not as Sheep which have no Shepherd p. 1. Matthew 5.8 2. Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God c. 6 Daniel 12.3 3. And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the Firmament and they that turn many to righteousness as the Stars for ever and ever 9 Matthew 2.18 4. And when they saw the Star they rejoyced with exceeding great Joy 12 Ecclesiastes 12.13 5. Fear God and keep his Commandments for this is the whole duty of Man 16 Matthew 8.2 6. And behold there came a Leaper and worshipped him saying Lord if thou wilt thou canst make me clean 20 1 Kings 19.9 7. And he came unto a Cave and lodged there 23 Genesis 28.12 8. And he dreamed a Dream and behold a Ladder set upon the Earth and the top of it reached unto Heaven and behold the Angels descending and ascending on it 27 Proverbs 18.14 9. But a wounded Spirit who can bear 33 Matthew 24.38 10. And knew not until the Flood came and took them all away 37 Luke 7.5 11. For he loved our Nation and hath built us a Synagogue 40 John 20.11 12. But Mary stood without at the Sepulchre weeping and as she wept she stooped down and looked into the Sepulchre 44 Ecclesiastes 12.1 13. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth 47 Luke 18.11 14. The Pharisee stood up and pray'd God I thank thee I am not as other men are 50 Matthew 16.26 15. For what is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul 53 Canticles 2.1 16. I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of the Vallies 57  A Copy of Verses to the Right Honorable the Lord Chief Justice Raynsford  An Elogy on the Death of Edmund Lenthal Esq FINIS