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A47275
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Flosculum poeticum poems divine and humane : panegyrical, satyrical, ironical / by P. K.
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Ker, Patrick, fl. 1691.
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1684
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Wing K338; ESTC R17623
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But when I laid it to mine Eye It was a meer Absurdity I clad it with supposed Fictions And run my self in Contradictions For when my Phancie made a stand Thinking to catch it in my Hand I cast mine Eye but could not see Such Fruit upon Porphyreu's Tree I can perceive some twi-light sky Of all our new Philosophy But this the Object of Objection Know not by first nor last conception Only I think I hear it cry I 'm Endless Long Eternity Some Philosophs it sue and chase To know it's height and see it's face But it no Parley but Desie Sounds unto such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 'T is still at Hand and yet it flyes Beyond the Horizon of Eyes I bent my Soul and shot my Wit Thinking this Center-Mark to hit But it like Arrows shot in vain As Immanent turn'd back again I seriously did once design It to describe but not define Yet got no further but to IT Which of no limits doth admit Of no Non ultra or Non plus No Prius nor Posterius It Time survives and yet I 'm told It self was ne'er a Minute old It is a VERB that doth commence No further then the present Tense A NOUN abounding yet doth fall Objected to no sense at all A PRONOUN sure it needs must be For it includes Him Thee and Me A PARTICIPLE that gives and takes Yet Less or More it never makes And for an ADVERB it may pass Because it is an endless Cras. A PREPOSITION out of doubt For Circacircum's round about 'T is a Conjunction that doth draw Forth endless long et caetera It needs must be an INTERJECTION Branched forth in Passion and Perfection Because it hath still to throw in Evax and Heu and e'r begin The moment of our short time is ETERNITY'S Parenthisis Yet the Duration that 's called time In it's own proper sense and clime Is all one with Eternity But ' cause all Mortals here must dye We change the Name but not the Nature Terming our measure like the Creature It none that lives but one doth know And can make it our Friend or Foe Whom we alone can fully call Heter and Homogeniall A Parte ante and a Post Whom chance or change doth not accost Who did us save when we were lost By whom let Reader Thee and Me And all true hearted Christians be Bless'd unto all ETERNITIE THE WORLD'S Unworthiness John 1.17 The Law was given by Moses but Grace and Truth came by Jesus Christ MOSES a Shephard and the Man of God Feeding his Flocks in Horeb Mount abode And as he sought some wandering Sheep to spy A Non-such Object did surprise his eye A Bush which is Hyperbole to say Did burn a-pace but not consume a way Therefore amaz'd he thither made his flight To see that strange and unexpected sight But ' ere he knew he forc'd was to retire For him whose Name is A Consuming Fire The King of Kings from Heaven to Earth was come To give the Law Per post liminium The Great Jehovah Lord descended had To do the work th' Almighty promised But neither Plagues nor Wrath nor any Act Or Miracle of Mercy could bring back The chosen Israel to pay the score In workes his great Grandfather run before The heavenly Herauld both in smoak fire To pay their debt all Mortals did require God's Majesty made Earth's Foundations shake Mount Sinai tremble and the people quake A fiery Law went out made Jacob mourn It gave a light but every spark did burn No deb't was paid for Moses could no more But quake and tremble further on the score And all the World could only but confess God's holiness and their Unrighteousness Therefore the Lord to keep us free from harm Lay'd up the Bond and gave a longer term God only good as our case did require Turn'd flame of love from a consuming fire And likewise veil'd his great love to express The burning Bush within a Humaine dress Which Mortals boldly might approach unto Which not the meekest man before durst do THE WORLD'S Ingratitude John 1.10 He was in the World and the World was made by him and the world knew him not O Thankless Globe of thrice adulterate clay Whose Sin and Ignorance eclips'd that day Wherein thy Maker Mask'd with Mortal dress Vail'd his bright light in humaine lowliness To reconcile and ransome thee again From endless Death from Sorrow Grief Pain He left his Fathers Court to visit thee And Flesh became to set thee Prison-free The King of Kings the Lord of all things he Came in a Servants form to suit for thee Power Wisdom Goodness Beauty Life Love With light did all discend from heaven above bane To reunite espouse and bring again The wretched world from the old Serpents When Adam's race was dead and sunk in sin Whom none could bring to life nor once begin A Remedy sufficient to heal Poor Apostates nor could find any bail In Heaven or Earth who worthy was and just To whom the God of truth could give in trust His Power and Sp'rit to fight put to chase The Host of Hell and world of Wickedness When neither Man nor Angel this durst dare The God of peace became a Man of War He made the world but when he came therein To purifie and make it clean from sin They turned him out of doors and did deny Him Bed or Pillow whereupon to lye They would not give him lodging one poor Night Though unto him belong'd the whole World's right Both Beasts Fowls had whereupon to rest The Fox had holes the Sparrow had a nest And yet the Son here was so humble made He had not whereupon to lay his Head O Great Ingratitude he did lay by His Royal Robes and Glorious Majesty And took our Nature that he might restore Us to the Righteousness we lost before But when he came unto his dearest own He like a stranger was to them unknown They took his Life and they by him did live He by his Death Life unto them did give They Murthered him But he Reviv'd agen And his delight is with the Sons of Men. Here 's a Misterious Love and no Man knows it But he to whom the Father of Spirits showes it The Stedfast-Christian Eccles 4.12 A threefold Cord is not easily broken Luke 24.32 Did not our Heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way c. FAith Hope and Love Are from above And he that keeps them sure Can never Fall For Good and all Whil'st Life-time doth endure Though Tempests blow Through Stormes of Snow Be of a stedfast mind Ther 's none needs care For Prince of Air Whil'st God rides on the Wind. He can no more But only roar And sue us for his prey But ten dayes space Will turn the chase And he will shrink away Suspirium Regale OR A Royal Sigh of King CHARLES the First On His Arreignment Eccle. 8.4 Where the World of a King is there