from his great desire you be blest And in your choice reach everlasting rest He offers dear-bought light to guide your mind That to the better part it be inclin'd He shews a little in a homespun stile The one's simplicity the other's Guile What stocks they come of and their old descents Their various treasures and their plain intents What are their qualities their differing ends To what plain issue each proposal tends Their sundry overtures your love to gain In way of Dialogue betwixt them twain The love of Christ SWeet Virgin stop let Wisdom drop a word becoming Kings Pray be inclin'd to bend your mind unto coelestial things I beg your love for things Above nay all your Powers I claime I would adorn your youthful morn and crown your early aime The lust of the flesh Should any thought to mind be brought that interrupts your quiet Shall Virgins weep disturb their sleep desert their needful diet Tush drink in Plate and recreate your lively youthful Spirit Seek Courtly things delight in Kings which may proclaim your merit The love of Christ While Flesh pretends these pleasing ends its dire intents it hides But pray awake for Jesus sake while day of Grace abides Flesh lusts its Guests between its Breasts convictions to expel But deadly Charms are in its armes its Guests are lodg'd in Hell The Lusts of the flesh What strange conceits what silly cheats would drive thy joys away These Preachers tell but dreams of Hell and of the Judgment day 'T wil ne'r do well till mirth expel such sullen dumps as these The Timbrel bring come dance and sing eat drink and take thine ease The Love of Christ These Childish Toys may make a noise to please the carnal heart But all the while they but beguile nay wound the better part One glimps of love seal'd from above these highest joyes transcends From deeps 't will raise to heights of praise when that in torment ends The Lust of the flesh Shall wordy winds on gallant minds such deep impressions make That for a â—ound of things unfound they joys in Hand forsake This day invites to rare delights all Ladies who design T o've fortunes rais'd and beauties prais'd embrace thess paths of mine The Love of Christ Alas at length you 'l lose your strength mirth beauty sport and pleasure And when too late lament your state your mispent time and treasure They 'l take them wings and leave you stings with venom guilt and smart Then while 't is day I humbly pray chuse Mary's better part The Lust of the flesh Are such things fit that clogs your wit which now to heights aspires Such doatings leave till age bereave of moisture warm desires Your budding Spring prompts you to sing your warbling Princely straine In Courtly Modes with amourous odes your Gallants entertain The Love of Christ Such frothy freaks aloud bespeaks how slightly youths esteem Their nobler parts their precious hearts which Earth cannot redeem How hardly brought to turn a thought from Objects thus deprav'd Though Jesus cries Oh! fix your eyes on me and be ye sav'd The Lust of the flesh Such looks may grace some wither'd face or some grave Cloystered Nun Are counted blots not beauty-spots where Fame 's but now begun Tush rather prize those Comedies and rare Romances use Attend resorts to Princely sports and shades for interviews The Love of Christ What pitty 't is such trash as this with heaven-born Souls should take While Jesus stands with stretch'd out hands rich overtures to make Gold try'd in Fire and rich attire do your acceptance crave A crown of Bliss prepared is when each an end shall have The treaty stops but here you have a tast your friend hath longings that you may be Chast Preserv'd a Virgin and brought such to Christ By love constrained not by lust intic't A Description of an Elect Person in his threefold state by Nature Grace and Glory Collected by Va. Powel in the close of his Catechism translated into familiar Verse for Childrens better remembrance by A. Chear Ejaculation My blessed Father when my heart enclines To sing this Song or but to read these lines Let me thy Spirits Power or leadings find To form their lively likeness on my mind Work deep convictions and an holy fear To think what am I or what once I were And into fellowship Lord let it guide me With all this Grace the Gospel doth provide me That I may claim what this thy record saith By sound experience and unfeigned Faith And let the hope of yonder Glory raise My Soul to close with those reflects of praise 1. Nature BY Nature and as out of Christ born of the flesh was I Grace By Grace and as I stand in Christ I 'm new born spiritually Glory In Glory I with Christ shall reign and heavenly freedom have Refl Lord what is man that thou shouldst daign so vile a Wretch to save 2. Nature Flesh did my Members and my mind with quietness inherit Grace But now a Warfare I do find betwixt my flesh and spirit Glory The spirit promised at length all glorious will make me Refl For that his War 's above my strength let not my Christ forsake me 3 Nature My sensual lusts to satisfie a fleshly War I waged Grace But now for walking spiritually my spirit stands ingaged Glory Nay by Christ's quickning power at last transform'd I wait to be Refl Lord what am I that thou should'st cast a look of love on me 4 Nature To that which fleshly pleasure brings I wholly bent my mind But now unto the Spirit 's things Grace I chiefly stand inclin'd Glory At length my glorified eyes such sights alone shall see Refl Lord what am I that thou should'st prize so poor a Worm as me 5 Nature By sinful nature I was dead in trespasses and sins Grace By Gospel-Grace now quickened my Soul to live begins Glory The day approacheth when from sin I shall be wholly free Refl Lord what am I that thou hast been at so great cost on me 6. Nature In sin as in my Proper place I was well pleas'd to lie Grace But now I strive to walk by Grace in all simplicity Glory I shall presented be at last as my dear Christ is pure Refl What love is this that Christ so chast should such a Wretch indure 7. Subjected to the Law of sin Nature and death I once did stand Grace Made free I to obey begin the Spirit of Life's command Glory A glorious triumph 's yet in store o're sin and death for me Refl How should I Majesty adore that I thus sav'd should be 8. Nature Once Gods pure Nature Word and Law I hated as my foes Grace Now with them I in holy awe and dear affections close Glory Desires shall into full delight at length resolved be Refl Lord what am I that er'e my sight should such blest objects see 9 Nature Born ignorant of Heavenly things I teachings did despise Grace
will dress you I have some hopes that God by it may bless you 1. WHen by Spectators I am told what Beauty doth adorn me Or in a Glass when I behold How sweetly God did from me Hath God such comliness display'd and on me made to dwell 'T is pitty such a pretty Maid as I should go to Hell 2. When all my Members I compare form'd by my Maker's hand In what sweet order strait and faire each part together stand How in the use of these might I in vertue 's Walks excell 'T is pitty when I come to die all these should go to Hell 3. Doth God my ornaments provide of soft and good aray The which this Age converts to pride I am as vain as they But when the thoughts of Pride entice such temprings I should quell By serious heeding this advice I must take heed of Hell 4. If Parents industry and care should by the Lord be blest That they large portions could prepare for me and all the rest Though many Suitors this invites my Fortunes might excell What would become of these delights if I should go to Hell 5. Should Wisdom Breeding parts conspire my spreading fame to raise Should Courtly Ladies me admire and my perfections praise Though for Endowments rare and high from all I bare the Bell What would these toys avail if I at lengâ—â—t be lodg'd in Hell 6. If to seek pleasures Pastimes Sports My fancy should be bent Which City Countrey Town or Court to please me can invent Though thus to satisfie my lust with greediness I fell By weeping-Cross return I must or else go quick to Hell 7. Doth Beauty such corruption Hide is comliness a bait Do costly Garments nouirsh pride hath Treasure such deceit Do Complements breed vanity doth pleasure Grace expel How little reason then have I for these to go to Hell 8. 'T is time I should without delayes my 〈◊〉 state bethink Th â—â—gh God's forbearance at my dayes of ignorance did wink Repentance he doth now expect and learning to do well For plainly he doth this detect this broad way leads to Hell 9. To chuse the new and living way the Gospel doth beseech me The heart of Jesus day by day is open'd to enrich me The tenders of New-Cov'nant Grace would sin and guilt expel The promis'd Spirit would me place safe from the lowest Hell 10. Would Christ my Spirit lead along these tenders to embrace I should have matter for a Song to praise his Glorious Grace How first of goodness I was seiz'd from what a state I fell To what a glory God hath rais'd a Fire-brand pluckt from Hell To my Cousin T. H. at School KInd Kinsman Complemâ—nts apart Yet love exprest with all my heart White I bethought what way was besâ— To gratifie a strong request And how to reach the proper â—nd That was â—ssign'd me by a Friend That I would write a seriâ—us line Your tender Spirit to inclâ—ne If possibly from wanton things Which carry with them poysnâ—d 〈◊〉 And kindly to attract your eye From vanity to things on high My thoughts to Meeter were inclin'd As thinking on a Schollars mind It might at first with fansie take And after deep impressions make Which Oh! If God would but inspire Convince of folly raise desire Discover Beauty kindle Love Fix your delight on things Above These weak endeavours then may stand As Christ's remembrances at hand To warn you folly to avoid Which hath such multitudes destroy'd And thence your nobler part incline To Meditations more Divine Which have a faculty to raise Immortal Souls to frames of praise By means of which when you obtain Your Spirit in a serious strain when vanity hath least respect And thoughts are fittest to reflect Then from your Treasure you may bring This brief Solilâ—quie and Sing COme Soul let you and I A few discourses have Shall we bethink how near the brink We border of the Grave Shall we surveigh our time How vainly it is spent How youthful dayes consume in wayes Which Age must needs repent The things which others please What profit do they merit What are the Toyes of wanton Boyes to an immortal Spirit How will our Reckoning pass Of pastim Pleasure play When every thought and Deed is brought Unto the Judgment Day Would not our time and strength Be better far imploy'd If every thought were this way wrought How Christ may be injoy'd Should not a young man's way Be ordered by the Word Should not his mind be still inclin'd To know and fear the Lord If we behold our Frame Our parts and powers compare Sure God intends some glorious ends To form a piece so rare A Letter sent to a Friend's Child Sweet Child I pray you think not long E're I have sent my Prâ—â—oâ—-Song To turn after a Godly sort Your tongue and thoughts from sinful sport Pray let it frequently be brought With holy fear upon your thought And when indeed your Soâ—l is bent On things that are most permanent When least to foolish mirâ—h inclin'd Then from the Treasure of your mind This serious Song you forth may bring â—ith Gospel Melody and Sing LOrd what a worm am I what could'st thou here espie That ever thou should'st humbly bow On me to cast an eye What kind of Love is this What reason can it have Shall God through Grace himself abase So vile a Wretch to save How strangely was I made How curiously adorn'd I was at first an heap of dust Which sin hath quite deform'd My Matter Earth and Clay Form'd by a power Divine Sure God would hide all cause of pride From every thought of mine My Childish thoughts would cease On vanity to stay Could I bethink I 'm on the brink Of danger day by day Tempâ—ations lead to sin Sin doth of good bereave me Cloathes Beauty Strengâ—h and Life at Length Are all at hand to leave me Why then should gay attâ—re Yield so much food to pride What glory 's in a beareous skin That so much filth doth hide Why should the fond delights Of parents puff me up Such boundless love doth often prove To both a bitter Cup. Why should the highest joyes Of Sin subject my reason The sinful Sports of Princes Courts Last only for a season Lord let my Soul be rais'd And all its powers incline On Eagles Wings to follow things That are indeed Divine Those depths that from the wise Thou pleasest to conceal Mysterious things obscur'd from Kings To me a Babe reveal That from an Infants Mouth A Suckliugs Lips inspir'd Thy glorious Name may purchase same And Christ be more admir'd Let me thy Beauty see Thy Countenance behold Thy Rayes of Grace fixt in my face More rich than Massy Gold Let Royal Robes of Praise And Righteousness adorn me Which may me bring before the King How ever Mortals scorn me Let Treasures of thy Grace A portion rich endow me In lasting Bags though here in Rags Men scarce a bit allow me If
Comeliness I want Thy Beauty may I have I shall be fair beyond compare Though cripled to my Grave And if above it all To Christ I married be My living Springs Oh king of Kings Will still run fresh in thee Vpon a Bible sent as a Token to a young Virgin wherein the worth of the holy Scripture is minded WHile I was musing what was 〈◊〉 unto your hands to send That of your Souls eternal rest my care I might commend The Holy Scriptures I bethought oft tendring to your heart That your affections might be brought to choose the better part There you may read what guilt of sin into the World you brought And since what filthiness hath bin in Word in Deed in Thought How God's long-suffering sins have prest as sheaves do press a Cart And nothing else can make you blest but Mary's better part That God hath holy jealous eyes the Scriptures do unfold By which heart-secrets he espies yet cannot sin behold Through shades of Death and darkest night these piercing Beams do dart He looks on nothing with delight but on that better part With flaming fire you also read a Judgment day design'd Where every idle Thought and Deed Must righteous Sentence find There Kings stand naked Death hath harl'd their Robes and Crowns apart Then but too late they 'l give the World for Mary's better part Then to have Jesus Christ ones own will be admired Grace To stand with boldness at the Throne and see the Father's Face To sit on Thrones when Christ shall say Ye wicked ones depart But come ye blessed in my day ye chose the better Part. The tenders of his Grace so rich here Jesus doth display He scarlet-sinners doth beseech his Gospel to obey To let sins settered Captives free and heal the broken heart He begs them on his bended knee to chuse the better part Deep Myst'ries of eternal Love hid from the Saints of old To Babes and Sucklings from above these Scriptures do unfold Not in the words of frothy Wits or humane terms of art But such simplicity as fits the Spirit 's better part The glory of the Father's Face the burning Law declares The beauty of Christ's precious Grace the Gospel here prepares Both Grace and Glory here unite to heal sins deadly smart The spirit and the Bride invite to chuse this better part The blessed truths display'd herein all your dear pleasures make It s sharp rebukes of every sin as healing Balsom take For though convictions to the flesh so bitter seem and tart Yet is their issue to refresh and heal the better part Oh! then upon this Word of Truth place high and great esteem This point of Wisdom learn in youth your precious time redeem To know Christ's from a strangers Voice account the highest Art Your richest treasure is your choâ—ce of Mary's better part A Poetical Meditation wherein the Vsefulness Excellency and several perfections of the holy Scriptures are briefly hinted perform'd by J. C. but turn'd into more familiar verse for the use of Children by Abr. Chear AMong thy glorious gifts Lord thou thy Word hast given Precious and pure sweet holy sure To guide me hence to heaven Here I abound with straits Wants and necessities There I have store heapt running o're With plenteous rich supplies Temptations here abound With terrors dangers fears These petty Hels thy Word expels And all my passage clears When Satan fiercely shoots His fiery darts at me Then Lord they Word is shield and Sword Me saves and makes them flee The present world commends Its Objects fresh and fair But yet thy Word doth that afford Which proves more precious Ware When fleshly lusts intice To their alluring pleasure To rare delights thy Word invites More choice in weight and measure The Errors of the Times Their cheating Wares display But Scripture sayes shun Errors wayes My Rule shall guide your way When by the Tempter's Wiles I tempted am to sin By thy Words Art hid in my heart Both field and Prize I win Nay though I foiled be And sin defile my Soul Thy Word can cleanse these noisome Dens And sins best strength controul An unbelieving heart Do I till now inherit Lord thy Word hath Pow'r to work Faith By thy most Holy Spirit If this be my Disease An hard and stony heart Thy Word thus deals first kills then heals And cures me by this smart Will not my frozen heart With Gospel Grace comply Thy Royal Law this heart can thaw And cause a weeping eye Doth lofty towring thoughts Puff up my tempted Breast Thy word brings low the proudest Foe Less makes me than the least Do muttering thoughts arise Grudge murmur or repine Thy Rod and Word teach patience Lord And still these thoughts of mine Am I tongue-ty'd in Prayer And know not what to say Thy Word inspires praying desires Tell 's how and what to Pray When like a lost sheep I In darkness err and stray Thy word 's a Light most clear and bright And guides me in my way A simple fool I be And destitute of eyes Thy word 's a Rule Master and School To make its Schollars wise I see my self undone Distressed naked poor Thy Words infold a Mine of Gold Rich pearls and precious store By sinful nature I And God are still at odds Thy Word my Soul converteth whole From Satan's Will to Gods Do troubles from without And floods of inward grief My Soul torment thy Word is lent With Joy and Soul relief Or is my Soul perplext With reasonings doubts and fears Thy Word of Grace resolves the case My cloudy Judgment clears Or do despairing thoughts My tempted Soul o'rtake Thy word doth give me hopes to live For Christ my Saviour's sake When floods and multitudes Of troubled thoughts me press I call to mind thy word and find Its joyes my Soul refresh Though in this vale of tears I thirst faint hunger Pine Thy word me feeds in these my ne Its Bread and Milk and Wine Or am I weakned out And cannot walk alone Thy word then is strength to my knees And staff to lean upon And though in scorn and pain Forsook and poor I be Thy word alone hath all in one Health Wealth Friends all to me Thus though my pained Soul Be sick and wounded sore With grievous sin which doth begin To fester more and more Thy word directs me where My healing may be had And doth me guide to Christ's pierc'd side For Balme of Gilead Nay though no life at all Nor quickning there remain Thy word is good and liveing Food Which fetcheth life again And if I would desire A Life that lasts for ever The Scripture shows whence water flows To drink and perish never Blest be the Lord my God Who evermore provides And filleth full my empty Soul With Food that still abides My Soul O bless the Lord Who bounteously hath given Strength light guide way lest thou shouldst stray In this thy way to Heaven This Holy Book of God
work was done Had we an Hiram skil'd to work in brass Jacin and â—oaz might be rear'd for Glass Faith True he was sick and sleeps whom Jesus lov'd But they who sleep so shall do well at length They rest from labours are from sin remov'd Weep not he 's gone but to renew his strength We face to face shall see him for alas We saw but darkly through that factur'd Glass Sense Must I be stript then of my choice attire To offer Isaac is an heavy tryal Must I be season'd thus with salt and fire How hard a lesson is this self-denial My nailes remov'd its weight is fail'n alas Cups flaggons great and small all break as Glass Faith Take heed of murmuring when God comes down To bind up Jewels that on earth he finds To raise and six them in a glorious Crown He calls for chearful gifts from willing-minds When he would have a laver made of brass Mark how each daughter offer'd up her glass Sense These are hard saying deep to deep doth call My flesh begins to fail my heart to sink T is hard to feed on vinegar and gall To eat of ashes and with tears to drink From me if it were possible let pass Such deadly draughts mixt in a breaking Glass Faith Cease Rachel's weeping hope is in thine end Thy Children to their border God will bring He 'l plead thy cause thy right he will defend Then Kedars-dwellers and the rocks shall sâ—ag Thy countenance that black and scorched was Shall shine in brightness like transparent Glass An Anagram and Elegy on his dear deceased friend John Vernon who having served his Generation by the will of God fell asleep the twenty ninth day of the third Month vulg called May 1667. For Christ was hunted griev'd disgrac'd With Christ is In New Honour plac'd I. COme Sions Mourners men of holy skill For lamentation in the ashes lie Come skilful mourning women weep your fill Take up a wayling help to raise the cry Till from our eyes like Rivers tears run down Though in new honour we have lost our Crown II. Iniquities do more and more abound They that were filthy will be filthy still Heaven-daring sins without controle are found With wickedness now doth the Ephah fill Saints fill your bottle with repenting tears Then in new honour quickly God appears III. A fixed series of rebukes of late Like Wave on wave discovers dirt and mire In persons Families in Church and State No stone in Sion but is tried by fire All old creation things with trembling mixt Nought stanâ—s but what is in new honour fixt IV. ' Mongst other warnings of a dreadful day Approaching on the remnant that are left The Righteous fail the best men caught away Of sense and feeling seem the rest bereft How swift the ruines of this old world haste Whilst in new honour Saints so swift are plac'd V. Amid these troops of fiery Chariots prest The Royal Off-spring home to bring with speed My heart is pain'd to undergo the test Of parting with this Israelite indeed Yet when I think how many are debasing I durst not grudge him in new honour placing VI. But who in such a stormy wind can part With such a Father such a Friend indeed And not cry out in bitterness of heart A double share I of thy Spirit need Though carnal Israel Israels-troubler calls thee Yet in new honour Israels-God install thee VII Poor England little thinks doth less bewail Its Chariots and best horsmen troop away When witnesses and loud reprovers fail Our grand tormentors are dispatch'd say they In open streets expos'd to scorn such lie Ere in new honour they be rais'd on high VIII What though dear Soul thy worth hath not appear'd But black among the pot-sherds thou hast lien Thy Visage mar'd thy beauty been besmear'd By mingling Sions dust with tears of thine That dust is wash'd those tears are wip'd away Since in new honour thou art call'd to stay IX Earth was not worthy of thee could not bear thee Profane and loose Professors far'd alike Thy words and walks did make them fret or fear thee ' Gainst those defilements thou wert bent to strike In base compliances thou dread'st to bow Wert then in shame art in new honour now X. Ah what a troop of weepers I descry Of Windows Fatherless Sick Prisoners sad Poor Exiles desolate condemn'd to die Shewing how they by thee were chear'd and clad Our loss weep they will scare repaired be Till in new honour we meet Christ with thee XI Among the Flock of Slaughter clad with dust Through simpathy in Spirit oft am I But with Job's Comforters sit mute I must Since grief amounts to such extremity His indignation having sin'd let 's bear Till in new honour he our breach repair XII A trembling remnant ' mongst the rest I spy Of mourners mark'd and seal'd in front and hands Whom Carnal Brethren casting out do cry Where 's now your God our mount unshaken stands But to their shame he will appear at last When in new honour are markt mourners plac't XIII For his blest chastned Houshold left with God The pregnant Widow and her hopeful Seed Friends Servants Sojourners that feel this Rod My flesh doth tremble and my heart doth bleed Through right to Christ yet raised from the dead Ye in new honour have a better head XIV Among these mourners should I strive to sing Like Vinegar on nitre it would seem If to their sorrows I more weight should ring A woful Comforter they'I me esteem Hast to thy mountain Soul with mourning wings Till in new honour light from darkness springs XV. But ah poor sinners When will ye be wise They 'r gone who did disturb your carnal peace But sins abiding stones shall cry and rise Rather then Gods contest with you shall cease With flames his controversie he 'l renew If in new honour ye no right pursue XVI His Prophets he no longer now imploies His slighted scorn'd Ambassadours withdraws But with heav'n-shaking earth affrighting noise As if seven thunders spake he pleads his cause Stout sinners gird your loyns decision's nigh Saints to your Fortress in new honour fly XVII Bacâ—sliding England once professing high Now turning Egipt-ward in spight of wrath Thy Oaths base crouchings deep apostacie To sins and vengeance flood-gates opened hath Turn turn at Gods reproof break off thy sin Else ne're expect nue honour stepping in XVIII Yet hope 's in Israel still though flesh hath none A shelter from the storm have Saints provided When desolate expos'd left most alone They by Gods Eye and Counsel shall be guided When desolations at their height begin Such earth-quakes usher their nue honours in XIX Then mourning trembling Sionists attend Though heart and hand grow faint lift up your head The Achâ—n-search the breach and gap defend 'Twixt porch and Altar stand 'twixt quick dead Peace may be made perhaps a pardon had And plowed Sion in new honour clad XX. Nay though this age must needs be swept away That Noah's Daniel's Job's find no regard Decrees be seal'd and men have lost their day Yet shall your faithful work have full reward Th' Assiâ—ians floods your peace shall not annoy Ye in nue Honour shall your God enjoy A. C. FINIS
Exon. the 27th year of his age John e Edwards Anagram Inward He do's or He Do's Inward WHen Satan shuts up Saints in ward his might Is bent to quench at least obscure their light To quel their spirits to distract their mind That they no heart no hand for work should find But here 's a Conquerer in spight of foes His fathers business though in Ward He Does He Does much inward work he writes Prays Preâ—ches The saints and sinners through his grate he reaches Nay still he speaks It don't that work obstruct Though from his prison he to reign be pluckt This voids that argument we must comply Or if in bonds must cease our Ministry John e Edwards Anagram He 'd draw Sion He 'd Sion ward From Hell's black region yea through Sinai's shade New covenant conduct plain his passage made From threatned strokes which wisely he foresaw And from sins hastening them He 'd Sion draw He 'd draw souls Sion ward with dexterous art Inform their Judgments then attract their heart His worth and Sions lyes not much obscur'd Well though he liv'd contemn'd and dy'd immur'd When Jesus comes he 'l in his Lot remain He slept to wake he died to live again Johannes Edwardus Anagram Heav'nd Sion-wards THis serious Sionist his race pursues whilst young men languish still his strength renews Through Bacahs vale he plyes from strength to strength To appear in Sion is his scope at length With Princely staves He slighting carnal tools Digs pits on earth Heaven daily fils his pools In this his progress through the Kings-high-way He meets with heaven heaven meets him day by day Till of a suddain midst his travelling night An Heavenly Chariot caught him out of sight Ah wretched I how Earth my course retards Lord let me be as he Heav'n'd Sion-wards Upon the Grave-stone of Anastis Mayow and her Child laid in the same Grave in Dartmouth Anastis Mayow Anagram Aim at Sions way Till Jesus comes this bed the dust contains Of a sweet Sionist discharg'd from pains Whose aim at Sions way was took aright That path she travel'd with increasing might That race she finish'd in her youthfulday Though dead she speaketh Aim at Sions way On her young Child dying shortly after SPectators Heed death's quick pursuit But now the Tree and now the fruit Yet his attempts are all but vain For Tree and Fruit shall spring again On Mr. Fowler of Lime and his Wife William Fowler Anagram Worm will fail WHat 's man at best a worm Can worms avail About eternal things A worm will fail Mortals be warn'd by me reclaim your trust From man a worm reducible to dust Martha Fowler Anagram The formal War TWixt flesh and spirit once in me the formal war was raised Now grace hath got the victory the Blessed God be praised The triumphs of the Crowning day with Jesus are not far Let nothing Saints your faith dismay nor dread the formal War In memory of that servant of Christ Ed. Cock of Plym Who rested from his labours the 23d of the 5th Month 1666. Edward Cock Anagram A dewed Rock IF Rizoah's offer from her Princely mind Such Royal favour did with David find When she with tears and tenderness had spread A sable sackcloth to conceal the dead Nay clad with this attire the mournful Rock Where hung the Off-spring of Saul's Royal stock From Birds and Beasts them day and night to keep Till from above the cloudes on them did weep Nay till their bones the Kings command did gather And lay in state and honor with their father Till Harvest's end till three years famine cease Till God was pacifi'd the Land at Peace Why may not I at least allowed be This Paper Canopie to spread on thee Dear Heaven-born Royally descended Cock Not to obscure thee nor thy dewed Rock Thou art secured in a better way From teeth or claws of birds or beasts of prey From strife of tongues and from the foot of pride Thy Fathers Royal secret tent doth hide As for the Rock whereon thou end'st thy dayes It s none of Gilboa's the Dew bewrayes Thy roots were watered though to stones they clung And all night long dew on thy branches hung Thy sleece with drops was filled from on high When round about the parched ground was dry Yet still as Jacobs â—ountain dropt on thee At second hand they â—ound should dewed be From thence thy first and latter rain did drop Which fill'd thy ears and so inrich'd thy crop Thy ear-ripe harvest God's command did shew Thou shouldst be blessed with mount Zions dew On â—his high Rock where thou wert made to ride Honey and butter flow'd on every side This strong munition did thy peace secure Thy bread was given thee and thy water sure Thy sepulcher thou in this Rock didst hew Yet still remain'st as dew of herbs thy dew Thy flesh abides in hope though 't dwell in dust With Christ's dead Body rise and sing it must It 's but a little while untill the King Shall make the dwellers of this Rock to sing A friendly attempt to call to remembrance the precious Saviour of that gracious Soul Mrs. Margaret Trenick late wife of Mr. Thomas Trenick of Plymouth who departed this life the 30th day of the second â—lmth vul January Anno 1665 being the 27th year of her age Psal 12. 1. Margaret Trenick Anagram Art creating meeker My slumbring Muse hath me invited A song with sighs in hand to take But with such work not much delighted She shrunk and slunk escapes to make Great indisposedness appears In mind and Members to this thing Yea â—hrongs of doubtings clouds and fears Discouraging excuses bring But under great ingagements I 'le go seek her For thy sweet sake who art creating meeker But Oh How treat of Christ can I Or of his Grace-begetting write Creating is a Theam too high Unless th' Anointing all indite Besides it is a sight so â—are To see Creating-grace display The Everlasting Arm made Bare Who will believe in it one day Becomes me best to own my self a seeker Can this thing be Thou art creating meeker But when I fix my serious thought Upon the task I 'm undertaking A lively instance forth is brought Of a meek soul yet meeker making A Lamb-like temper at the first In nature beautifi'd her morn But 't was not Adam form'd of dust Whose meekness could her Soul adorn Till Christ in meekness comes himself to seek her And speaks with power Thou are creating meeker This new-Creation progress found From strength to strengh by meekning grace By oppositions gaining ground Till she had finished her race Through soul distresses doubts delays Which others meekness oft times tire She meekly walkt to Christs high Praise Her meekness by these steps got higher Nay when grim death to ruine all did seek her This truth was seal'd Th' art yet creating meeker Margaret Trenick Anagram Greater Mercie tak'n While earth's foundations cannot stand while powers of heaven are shaken