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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29823	Sacred poems, or, Briefe meditations, of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke	Browne, Edward.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590. Sepmaine. English.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1641 (1641)	Wing B5106; ESTC R12452	45,038	82

the feast of feasts Sabbath of Sabbaths endlesse rest of rests He would this day our soule sequestered From busie thoughts of worldly cares should read In heav'ns bow'd arches and the elements His boundlesse bounty power and providence That every part may as a Master teach th'illiterate rules past a vulgar reach The world 's a Schole where in a generall story God alwayes reads dumb lectures of his glory The world 's a booke in Folio printed all With God's great works in Letters capitall Each creature is a page and each effect A faire character voyd of all defect Heare this dumb Doctor study in this booke Where day and night thou maist at pleasure looke And thereby learne uprightly how to live For every part doth speciall lessons give Even from the gilt studs of the firmament To the base centre of our element The reasons why the Sages on this day Doe place the Planet Saturne to beare sway Are most conspicuous hence I 'll show his birth Coelum begot him Vesta brought him forth He was produced of the earth and sky Being the foundation of the progeny Of heathen Gods as Pluto Neptune Iove And Venus her fairefelfe goddesse of Love The time he liv'd was call'd the golden age For earth brought fruit without the Plowes tillage Men peacefull were and did to rest repose But by his sonnes there much contention rose Ingenious Saturne Spouse of memory Father of th'age of gold though coldly dry Silent and sad bald hoary wrinckle faced Yet art the first amongst the Planets placed And thirty yeeres his leaden coach doth run Yer it arrive where his carere begun He governes Moores Monks and the antient Jewes Decrepid old men and all those that use To worke in Leacher earth or on a grave To show that mens desire is rest to have Therefore the use of this day shall be this To contemplate of heavens glorious blisse You heathen Poets henceforth let be dumb Your fabled praises of Elizium For the Almighty made his blissefull bowers Better far better than what 's fain'd of yours Your's but a shadow and a fabled story But this is perfect reall solid glory For never any eye nor eare nor heart Could see heare or perceive of the least part Of that great glory yet I doe admire How heathen men so highly should aspire For in their fained stories they suppose Strange blessings love on their just men bestowes Great Iove is he that rules the ayre and sky And is adorned with great Majesty In his right hand is the Amalthean horne But in his left thunder and furie 's borne He can command all other heathen gods Rewarding Vertue Vice correct with rods With thundring stormes he makes the earth to shake And in his fury Pluto's selfe to quake But in his clemency he powreth downe Sweet Honey Nectar Vertues head to crowne His palace he doth keepe in royall sort For all the Gods attend upon his court Pallas for wisdome Venus for beauties grace Mercury there for eloquence hath place Bacchus for joy Vulcan the fiery God For zeale for love Cupid hath there abode Pan and Apollo with their musique shrill Doe all heav'ns Court with blissefull pleasure fill Thus are Pandora's or the vertuous blest And live with Iove in a perpetuall rest But whither doe I run out of my story Thus to insist on heathens f●ined glory O! let me now with eye of faith behold A glorious city all of beaten gold The walls of Jasper and the gates shin'd bright Being twelve in number each a Margarit The streets and lanes were paved every one With gold inlaid with pearles and pretious stone There is no need of Sun or Moone or Star For Christs bright glory passeth all these far Who sits i' th midst and shineth cleare and bright There is no darknesse nor no dismall night And from Christs throne a stream of water cleare Doth flow as Christall and there doth appeare Upon each bancke the Tree of life to grow Which beares perpetuall fruit there is no wo No griefe nor sorrow nor the dreadfull feare Of death or danger as we live in here This Citie 's breadth and length both equall are Twelve thousand furlongs each it is foure square And there the Saints keep a perpetuall feast With joy and rest that cannot be exprest Thus is this happy place describ'd by Iohn In the last Tract of his blest vision By the most glorious things that we doe know The glorious blessednesse thereof to show Now learn'd Dwines say man by his creation Hath in three places his aboad and station The first is in a narrow darksome place The second 's in this faire worlds mantled face Coelum Empyreum is the last which is In life to come place of eternall blisse Now what proportion this life doth surpasse The life we had in that most narrow place The same and much more to the Saints are giv'n In that most glorious happy place call'd heav'n For this worlds globe compared to heav'n bright Is but a point a pricke voyd of true light So I conclude as this world doth exceed My mothers wombe wherein shee did me breed For beauty pleasure joy delight and blisse So doth that palace far surmount all this And as a living man in wit and strength Beauty and learning bodies breadth and length Doth farre exceed a childe in 's mothers belly So and much more Saints in this royall City Doe far excell men on this earthly st●tion In beauty knowledge and in true salvation And as great horror would a Saint be in To come from heav'n to earth to live in sin As a man growne would feare to goe againe Into his mothers womb there to remaine And as the nine moneths there compar'd unto An old mans life is little even so And more Eternity doth passe all time That men here live why should I then thus rime To make conjecture what the learned are Ignorant of and I in wit am bare Therefore I 'll leave to speake of this blest place And view the jewels in this golden case First there 's the presence of the Lord of hoast● I meane the Father Sonne and holy Ghost The Fathers Majesty and glorious might And Christ at 's right hand deckt with wondrous light The Spirit in milk white robes of sanctity One God in three and three in unity On either side a quier of Angels sings Archangels Cherubins and Seraphins The soules of righteous men and blessed Saints Apostles Prophets Martyrs Innocents There shall appeare with crownes upon their heads For their victorious acts and worthy deeds These keepe a Sabbath in eternall iest Such glorious joy can never be exprest There 's rest no toyle there 's joy without all paine Peace without strife content that is not vaine There 's safety without feare blisse without end O! that God would my poore soule thither send For here I labour and have seldome peace Content's a rare thing vaine lasts never cease But there I should hold a perpetuall feast Sing such a sacred song as heav'n likes best Weare such a crowne as never should decay Possesse a dwelling that ne'r falls away Fully enjoy God and see his bright face Whose presence onely makes a happy place Therefore the godly say it is small paine Hell torments to endure this to obtaine Therefore I humbly pray I may so here Upon the earth live that I may appeare After my soule hath put off's mortall case Pure and unspotted in this resting place 〈◊〉 should I truly keepe a Sabbath day And in bright glory ever rest for ay 〈◊〉 with the Prophets and Apostles zealous 〈◊〉 Constant Martyrs and our Christian fellowes 〈◊〉 faithfull servants and his chosen sheepe 〈…〉 w'n I hope within short time to keepe FINIS