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Divinity and morality in robes of poetry composed for the recreations of the courteous and ingenious by the author Tho. Jordan.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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1660
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Wing J1030; ESTC R29882
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DIVINITY AND MORALITY IN ROBES OF POETRY Composed for the Recreations of the Courteous and Ingenious By the Author Tho. Iordan Quod meus hortus habet sumas impunè licebit Si dederis nobis quod tuus hortus habet LONDON Printed by R. A. DIVINITY AND MORALITY IN ROBES OF POETRY A Sacred New-yeares Gift Dedicated unto all Lovers of Christianity Professors of Piety and Moral Honesty Preambulation IF pious Gifts by curious disquisition Prove not the Badg of antique Superstition Or if a Rhyme reduc'd to holy Reason May be allovv'd to celebrate the season And find admission in a noble heart As much as they vvhose Riches can impart Gold of Peru or those admired vvorks That spread the Tables of Triumphant Turks I hope the low Oblation of a friend That only makes your fair esteem his end May find as it deserves more grace then he Whose bounty is a Baud to treachery My gift is made of Wishes such as may If granted live with you when night and day Admit of no distinction perfect bliss Is now my Theam and that I wish is this The New years Gift A New Soul blanch'd in sin-dissolving tears And pious promises for future years Possess your mortal Mansion may no Times Witness the guilt of our re-acted crimes May you disband your bosom Sins and be Atton'd with God's immortal Monarchy Although each day ye pay in sighs and groans Your penitential contributions May the red Rain vvhich our rude vvrath let fall In num'rous showres of vengeance National Be all wash'd out and may Religions fame In England bear but one celestial Name May all those desperate distinctions that Have made our Island much unfortunate Be so composed by Religious Laws That rigour may no more dispute the Cause For I confess to my intelligence That hath relation but to common sense It is a Paradox that all the wise Holy and Learned in large Misteries Of Church and State that in convention sit Crown'd with the Genius of a Nation's wit With all the aids that Art and Nature can Contract within the circuit of man Should flight the Helm and let the peoples fate Be left unto the rageing stormes of state Such is a Civil War whose fury vents Artillery instead of Arguments As if the Holy Ghost Spirit of Love That once descended like a Turtle Dove Should now resigne his function and appeare Like a devouring Vulture may this yeare Register no such Apparitions but May all tranquility that God e're put Into the Power of Vnion on a Nation Receiv'd to Grace by true Humiliation Fall on your Souls may a New Spring of tears Renew your Graces Health Wealth Beauty Years And may your fair Posterity nere know The wild Confusion of our moderne woe May Peace and verity conjoyn'd in Glory Crown the Conclusion of our tragick Story May Schism sink and Truth be held supream Whose Robe of Sanctity hath nere a seam And let that foole which well deserves the Rod For saying in his heart there is no God Be better principl'd for he speakes Treason Not onely 'gainst Religion but Reason May the gross mists of error be dispel'd That curious heresies so hotly held May be display'd for then the radiant Beams Of righteousness vvill dissipate their dreams Let nothing enter in your hearts but vvhat The Holy Spirit doth communicate By sacred Law and Gospel vvhat is vvrit Iâ— them vve must obey vvhat not omit May you be charitable yet live free From any Popish censure may you be Fil'd with firm faith not that vvhich yeilds the Turks Preheminence before ye in good werks May you believe God's stock of mercy is Larger then all mens crimes yet let not this â—â—â—ffess ye vvith such vvarrant of salvation To think one sin may not destroy a Nation May you believe that the Apostles Creed Which some late Novelists forbear to read Is of such povver that you vvithout it are Farther from bliss then Saints from Civil War Let God's ovvn Prayer be your daily task For it contains all that vve ought to ask Those deprecations sum up every want And vvhatsoever God is pleas'd to grant 〈◊〉 that Petition cannot be ill vvrit When he that made it means to answer it Let not bright Gospels Exposition be A Lock and Key to its ovvn mystery What Scripture hath begun let Scripture finish Who comments false doth both add and diminish Which is a fearful crime may you be free From such transgression may Divinity Illuminate your Intellect may no Fallacious disputations overthrow The Pillars of your Piety or make The Fundamentals of your Faith to shake When these effects for which I pray appear You will confess it is a good New-year For if all come to pass which I have said 'T is the best New years-Gift that e're you had On forgetfulness in holy Duties FOrgetfulness can be no Plea for folly For God commands Remember thou keep holy On the Heart OUr God requireth the whole heart or none And yet he will accept a Broken one On rash Iudgment CAll not thy Brother Reprobate for sure Where God wil heal there is no wound past cure On an Evil Tongue THe Tongue as wel as Hand deep wounds affords Ther 's but one Letter betwixt Swords and words A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh and the Spirit Fle. COme prethee leave this reading let me hear Some jests or want on tales then shall my ear Be link'd unto your Oratory now I am so dull and drowsie that I vow I can no more give audience what dost call This petty Book thou art so pleas'd withall Spi. It is the cure of souls and it contains Our life or death our glory or our pains Here 's the great Law of God where man may view What he ought most to covet most eschew The glass of purity where mighty Kings Behold their bodies to be earthen things And with the wisest wise man lowdly cry All worldly honors are but vanity Here is thy first Creation where 't is shown How thou and I first met and joyn'd in one This shews the state we liv'd in how we were Blest with the plenty of a pregnant year The Husbandman nere toyl'd for there we knew No hate no strife nor where black Malice grew We had no envious Neighbours but were free From doing or receiving injury The Beasts were made your subjects and as true Unto each other as they were to you They had no Civil Wars no envy neither For Wolves Lambs might eat their meat together They liv'd secure within their proper holes And Lions did disdain to tread on Moles This was thy Paradise where all was free Unto thy use but one excluded Tree Where thou hadst liv'd till now had Gods Command Prevail'd with thee before the womans hand Under what misery doth poor man groan When as the flesh must suffer for the bone This is the Bible which I read by this I hope to tread the perfect path to bliss Fle. What kind of bliss I