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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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is a safe Soveraignty On Henry the VIII HArry the VIII as story saith Was a King so unjust He nere did spare man in his vvrath Nor vvoman in his lust An Epigram on one who said He liv'd by his wits PAmphlet last vveek in his fantastique fits Was ask'd hovv he did live He said By 's wits Pamphlet I see vvill tell lyes by the Clock Hovv can he live upon so poor a stock On Ribaldry OF all detested vices none to me Appears more vain then verbal Rihaldry For he who to such talk his mind doth bend Is like that dog vvhose tail is at 's tongues end Good Wits may Iump A Good Wit brought unto a Stationer A Manuscript that so he might prefer His volume to the Press but e're that he Could make a Bargain for his Poesie The Book-seller whose aimes were for his profit Desires the Author he would read some of it The Writer reads some six or seven leaves Which having done the Stationer conceives That it was old a strait begins to look As memory led him in a printed book Lays it before our Author on the board And reads the Transcript to him word for word The Puet puzled at it 'gins to pump For an excuse and cryes Good Wits may Iump On a School-Master A Country Pedant of soul soft and silly Whose reading nere exceeded William Lilly In 's Ranks and Files of Substantives began His Brags to a more learned Countryman And said he took a Child the other day From women-tutors which e're long should say His Grammer Rules by heart and in two years He 'd make him a good Scholar th' other fleers And tnswers him agen Come Doctor come You know that Charity begins at home An Elegy and Epitaph on the deplored death of the much worthy William Barklay Esquire one of the Aldermen of the City of London dedicate to Mr. Hen. Barklay STay and release my wonder you that can Resolve what may compleat a perfect man So absolute that future times may well Admire at but shall never parallel Let him be wise and learn'd his better part Be richly furnish'd with transcendent Art Let Nature be his friend and in his mind Let vertues choice indovvments be refin'd He vvill come short of him whose body lyes At this time floating in his Mourners eyes For in this Monument is one in whom Faith Hope and Charityâ—ook up their room One who hath gather'd vertues since his birth Enough to crovvn a man in heaven and earth When acts of equity were in his trust He ever vvas both merciful and just The poor he pitied but his soul vvould nere To vitious greatness turn Idolater He had indeed a heart vvhich the vvorst times Could never tempt to profitable crimes His thoughts vvere pure his actions free his store Was made a good Exchequer for the poor Though envy oft on vertue doth attend He forced envy's self to be his friend By this the knowing Reader well may see The brittle State of best mortality Let man be nere so perfect in his parts And have the accomplishments of all the Arts Though he live long and well yet shall he have No earthly gratulation but a grave Forbear more words my phantsie thou 'rt too weak Great griefs are silent whil'st small sorrows speak Although his body sleep till the day come Shall reunite him to his antient home His soul is mounted on Seraphick wings Unto the Mansion of the King of Kings The Epitaph 1 WEep Reader weep for if we see Thy Fountains dry no man will be Perswaded to relent for thee 2 In this monumental clay Lies pious dust till it obey The Summons of the latter day 3 You that ransack earth and Skies For all worth which good men prize Look no further Here it lies 4 Let your truer tears attend it When all studious men have pen'd it This mans Name will comprehend it 5 But to sum up all in brief He whose eyes are void of grief Hath a heart without belief 6 HE whose soul doth not desire To weep before he do retire Would laugh were all the world on fire On Intemperance HE that devotes himself to wrath or wine Is not his own friend and can nere be mine On pious Poverty NOne but a vicious rich man will defie The low estate of pious poverty On vain delights IN seeking to obtain delights we lose 'um Dalila's lap leads not to Abrahams bosom On the Eucharist SEe the wide difference 'twixt wine and grace One warms the Spirit tother fires the face So he whose faith drinks o th' Communion Bowl Shall feel the inflammation in his soul The material substance of our Creed c 〈…〉 ed in twelve lines I Do believe in God Lord of Creation And in his Son Christ Iesus ou 〈…〉 Conceived by the Holy Ghost who 〈◊〉 Both from the Father and the Son 〈◊〉 Born of the Virgin Mary's womb 〈…〉 A cruel death by Pilat crucified Was dead and buried did descend 〈◊〉 The third day rise on earth next 〈…〉 one From thence he 'l come to Judgment 〈…〉 ve One Church one Spirit and I do 〈◊〉 Saints have Communion Reprobates 〈…〉 n Sins pardon soul and body's Resurr 〈…〉 n. The ten Commandements i 〈…〉 ines GOd spake these words and 〈…〉 am thy God That brought thee from the 〈◊〉 of Egypts rod And thou shalt have no other God but me Thou shalt not worship any Imagery Thou shalt not take my sacred Name in vain The holy Sabbath day thou shalt maintain Honor thy Parents and thy daies I 'le further With length and plenty Thou shalt do no murther Thou shalt no vile Adultery commit Thou shalt not steal no nor purloin by wit Thou shalt not bear false witness 'gainst thy Neighbor Nor covet what is his by right or labour The happy estate of the Blessed Matth. 5 1 YE wealthy souls that being poor in merit Are by Gods sentence allow'd rich in spirit Heaven is made your Kingdom Angels be Your glorious guides to bliss Blessed are ye 2 You that with grief do mourn and relent Bedew your cheeks till your wet eyes are spent You shall be comforted by Gods Decree And one day joy as much Blessed are ye 3 You that are meek and humble in your minds Mark what felicity your meekness finds The large earth your inheritance shall be And heaven at the last Blessed are ye 4 You hungry thirsty souls whose appetite Desires but righteousness receive your mite You shall be filled Christ your bread will be Feed and be thankful then Blessed are ye 5 You that are merciful hope to obtain Mercy again ye cannot hope in vain God is your stedfast Anchor and will he Leave you to shipwrack no Blessed are ye 6 You that in mind in heart in soul are pure Gold purg'd from dross that can the touch indure Happy are ye your excellence shall see Gods brightness face to face Blessed are ye 7 You whom vile men unrighteously revile If you remain but patient all the while For Iesus sake shall sure rewarded be More then an hundred fold Blessed are ye 8 Ye persecuted souls that suffer wrong For righteousness and want a pleading tongue To tell your grief your joy compleat shall be Your Kingdom Heaven is Blessed are ye 9 Rejoyce and be exceeding glad for great Will your reward be from Gods Mercy Seat Can a rewarding Master better be Then our dear Saviour Christ Blessed are ye 10 So were the Prophets persecuted they Suffer'd your wrongs whom cruel men did slay They have their Saviours bounty then agree To bear their sorrows and Blessed are ye The wretched estate of the cursed Deut. 27. 1 THere is a cruel wretch whose watchful eye Stands Centinel that he most secretly Might smite his Neighbour where so e're he be God's curse o'retakes his fact Cursed is he 2 That faithless man who for his sole defence Cleaves to mans frailty without care or sense Of God or his just power let all agree With one consent to cry Cursed is he 3 There is a slave so cruel and unkind That will pervert the footsteps of the blind And lead them from their journey all that be Christians will surely say Cursed is he 4 A vile transgressor too I cannot miss An Image-worshipper and one that is A friend to Wooden Saints let him not be A patern for our lives Cursed is he 5 He that 's unmerciful adulterous A Fornicator or one covetous And many such great evils God will see His true amendment els Cursed is he 6 He that in Judgment hindereth the right Of Fatherless or Widows in God's sight His unjust Judgment stands who will not see His sin unpunished Cursed is he 7 But ther 's a Iudas who reward will take To murther Innocents my Saviours sake Doth make me now relent but let him be Subject unto his bane Cursed is he 8 But now a Caytiff heathenish and vile I must declare a disobedient Child A Parent-Curser who deserves to be Cursed of all the world Cursed is he 9 There is a craft crep't in the Country Sir Which is to bear his Neighbours Landmark far From its true place of residence to be For his unlawful use Cursed is he 10 Here is another Iustice will not spare An hot lascivious loose Adulterer That whores his Neighbours wife and makes him be The laughing-stock of Fools Cursed is he FINIS
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