soul 's shun the blest meanes of grace Let vs for euer then resist all Euill Wisedome commands vs to defie the Diuell To combate with our sinnes oppose temptation Fight against Hell the Diuell and Damnation This for a Caueat take striue to doe well Ingratitude to Heau'n picks open hell While Grace is offer'd then Watch Fast and Pray Ther 's no preuention in the latter day * None liues secure that to his Vice liues friend * A Vitious life oft makes a vitious end * Strengthen me my Creator make me fight * Thy HOLY BATTLE let not the Worlds delight * Disswade my soule sweet Iesus for thy merits * Enable mee Rowze my deiected Spirits * Vncharme Hells charme O Sacred God vntie * My fetter'd Soule let mee not euer lie * Lull'd in the Strumpet lap of deadly sinne * This Minute Sacred Sauiour now beginne * To giue Release and as thou didst prouide * An Army of Angels for Eliahs guide * Who to secure him guirt with Enemies * Mounted his soule from worldly vanities * So Heauenly Day-Star blessed Iesus end * This my Designe thy holy Angell send * To be my Guide my Guard my Sacred spell * Gainst all Enchantments witchcrafts death hell * So shall my Anthem euery morning be * Glory of Heauen shew mercy vnto me * To me Times wretch most wretched vilely base * Wanting thy sacred aide spirituall grace * Remember not my frailties make me to grow * Great in thy loue thou that dost truly know * Of all the Blessings vnto Mortals giuen * My chiefe desire on Earth is Grace from Heau'n * The Blessing of th' Almighty Lord of Hoast * The Father the Sonne and the holy Ghost * Preserue be with me now and for euer when * My Soule is most distrest Amen Amen Spes mea Christo THE WORLD VAine is this World this Strumpet World that can Yeeld nothing cōstant Loue 'twixt man man Which next his Maker should be most respected Is soonest broake and most of all neglected Ingratefull vile the World 's a very Whore Proud rich in Vice in Vertue most most poore Misse-led by eu'ry vaine Phantasticke Toy To forget God bewitch't with carnall ioy Bundles of Baubles imbecilitie Biles of Apparell Botch Nobilitie Lordships Ladyships Foolries and Fashions Lust-panting Humours ten thousand Passions Rich Men the more to blame as this Age goes Debarre house-keeping to maintaine gay Cloathes A Rich Caroach three hunder'd pounds a Gowne Thirty pounds a Smocke or their Wiues will frowne There is no liuing with them they must ride Where when and how they list in glit'ring Pride High flashing burning Brauerie blinde Eyes Flint Hearts dull Eares deafe to all poore Mens cries Such is the dullnesse of Mortalitie And such the World 's cold Hospitalitie * Each dustie Magist'rate with Brib'rie fed * One robs the liuing another robs the dead * A third the Arch-Theefe playes by cunning stealth * Knaue Knights by Patent rob the Common-wealth * Ioyne with much too much ill iniustice he * Zodomiticall Lecher for a greedie Fee * Dares license lust glad if he may preuaile * Sucke wealth from prostitute Harlots neuer faile Man's minde which most his Maker should affect With feare and trembling and that true respect Belongs to his high Maiestie the Net Of sinne so snares we worthlesse wormes forget God's Thunder-darting Vengeance glorious state Still forget God forget to contemplate With Rauishing Loue true loue pure heart pure eies That 's the defect makes hourely mischiefes rise * Ambitious Lords Attir'd in Anicke shape * Ioy in the wayes of Lust Murder and Rape * Ladies with charmes tricks humours that they haue * Abuse their Lords dispatch them to the Graue * The Iealious Husband mischieuous in ill * Through vaine suspect his constant wife to kill * The carelesse Cleargy man in his degree * Satan corrupts makes for a golded fee The greedy Lawyer fed by Clients strife Brib'd angels take for the true Angell life Iust Iudge the vniust dustie Magistrate Father the Sonne the Sonne the Father hate Brother the Brother prosecute to death Quarrell for Toyes stop one anothers breath The world do's hourly tempt fooles worldly wise The deceitfull Tradesman that seemes precise And is an arrant knaue to thinke the honie And onely blessed life still to get mony Mockes at the poore mans vertue and in pride Stiles him a vertuous foole thus knaues deride The pouertie of Men which do's as farre In Heauenly wealth transcend them as a starre The richest Iemme on Earth But t is not so With the worlds wealthy worldling they say no Rich enough Honest enough all they can Aimes at the outward not the inward man * Pouertie made a scoffe a scorne a winde * Gold smothers Vertue blackest Actions blinde * Gold got in God's name with an honest face * Comes slow but in the Diuels name apace Such is the world's condition Good Men's thrall On Earth ther 's no true comfort none at all * The honest minded Scholler shall ne'r lacke * Sorrow nor want of meanes to breake his backe * The pittifull Souldier in his greatest need * Ha's his throate cut he shall be sure to bleed * The faire Gamester for his milde square play * Is soonest coozen'd sure to lose eu'ry day * The faithfull Louer still is paid with hate * The more in loue the more vnfortunate Be rich or poore in high or low Estate I' th mod'rate Meane or fully fortunate Insatiate Mankinde euer discontent Desires to liue but neuer liues content In scarcity of Corne for plentie crie In plenty straight forget God instantly Such is Man's Erring soule which ought to know * Life 's but a long sad Pilgrimage of woe Simile * An Arke of trauell shop of vanity * Storehouse of trifles Inhumanitie * A Field of Stones a Path of thornie Prickes * Meadow of Scorpions Groue of Basilisckes The Worlds vnquiet rest is all Man's foe * Dangers attend vs where so ere wee goe * Mischieuous Deceits Brawles Quarrels Fightings * False-hearted Neighbour-hood base back-bitings * Friendship 's so faithlesse Ripe full blowne with euill * A friend to day the next for gaine proues Deuill The World's condition right 't is slaue to sinne Beware of it the worlds a cunning ginne * T will entrap soules call then to God for Grace * Let griefe for worldly Crosses ne'r take place * Neuer let sorrow runne into extreames * Vnlesse for sinne so shall Celestiall Beames * Glorifie thy Soule make it Immortall * Free it from ills what euer can befall In this false promising World this Maze of woe Where wretched Worldlings know not where to goe To winde them out such are the various wayes Of life oppressing Yeeres Months Weeks and Daies As Prose ill read abide too much misusing Or Vertuous verse when rogues haue the perusing * So fares it with the faire and flourishing Line * Of that sweet Heauenly straine Poesie Diuine * Basely neglected by the Monster
bloody Crucifixe Simile * Satan and Death like sawcie serieants went * To seize on him to sheere that Innocent * Blest Lambe of God But he who was to saue * All that belieu'd they had no power to shaue * His Patience Death and Diuels force did quell * He tooke the Great Leuiathan of Hell * With the hooke of his Crosse made him his slaue * Captiu'd the Diuell and subdued the Graue Simile * Like a long lookt for Booke Christ in the Presse Was kept to come in Print forth for to blesse * Our soules with that Saluation which do's giue * New Life whereby Eternally wee liue INRI Suffer'dst the Crowne of Thornes t'empale thy Braine The Key of Heauen Which downe thy Checkes forc'd showres of Bloud to raine Suffer'dst the piercing LAVNCE that like a FLOVD Sluc'd from thy wounded Side thy pretious BLOVD Nayl'd to the Crosse there CHRIST lost Soules to winne Suffer'd the World 's huge pond'rous weight of Sinne. Deare Sauiour sweet sweet was thy deare Compassion Dearely exprest in that most bitter PASSION When whipt and scourg'd thou mildly suffer'dst all Blowes Buffets Blasphemies VIN'GER and GALL Insulting Foes Reproach Mockes Scoffings Scorne Thy SINEWES to be Rackt thy BODY Torne Heau'ns Wrath Hel's Rage On CHRIST all Torments fell To saue our Soules frō those blew flames in Hell At which th' amazed EARTH with horrour shooke Darkenesse possest the WORLD Day Light forsooke INRI CAN muddie Mortals minde their Actuall EVILLS And not Christs SVFF'RINGS Such resemble Deuils HAPPY the MAN whose sacred SOVLE is bent FOR Christ's ENDVRINGS firmely to REPENT What Tongue What Pen Not all Man's Wit can tell CHRIST'S Torments they exceeded paines in Hell Her wonted course the Sunne obscur'd his Light At Death of IESVS CHRIST that bloudy sight Made HELL to quake Diuels with Admiration Tremble to see the Cause of MANS Saluation Oh the rich thought strike strike amazing Thunder Shake Natures Frame this impious Age with wonder And all for MAN Ingratefull wretched MAN Are we not bound to loue and feare Him than O yes to spend whole houres dayes months yeares In true Repentant Showres and Flouds of Teares Blest Blest O Blest Be that Diuinity The PYRAMID OF Paradice Three Sacred Persons GOD in Vnitie WHOSE glorious Rauishing Resurrection Restor'd Vs lost to Grace Oh PERFECTION Purifie thou my Soule my Heart my Minde Snatch mee from Earth to Heau'n make mee inclin'd Wholy to Thee All worldly Pompe despising Fixe my THOVGHTS euer On thy Blessed RISING Giue MEE A Sempeternall Reuerence To Thy ALL-glorious high Omnipotence I that am clog'd with sin wretchednesse Desp'rate thoughts hunting after Worldlinesse Thy Blest Protection craue cleare the great score Of all my fowle misdeeds that I no more So great a Sinner prooue Lord let my strife Against my sinnes Raise me from Death to Life And from the Foote of vggly sinnes disgrace Mount mount my SOVLE to th' Pyramid of Grace Did each one truely know the true delight Wherein the wise contemplate Heau'ns rich sight 'T would fright th' excessiue sinners God-lesse face Make him as in a Glasse see his disgrace Teare op'e his eyes that all amaz'd with horrour Trembling he may behold with dreadfull terrour A guard of Furies sucking at his soule That he may see his sinnes horrid and foule Liue as in sulphurous flames discerne his Euill See the fierce Deuill and cease to be a Deuill Cease from damnations Heire licentious life Cease from extreames in sinne soule-murdring strife Abhorre to studie state with greater Zeale Then Zeale to Heau'n or the soules Common-weale Abhorre with solemne Oathes periur'd to teare And racke the Name of Christ dreadlesse of feare Wounding afresh with trembling feare I write Wonder of Angels that great God of Light His wounds with Othes of wounds flesh bloud hart Horrour of darkenesse O blaspheming part Too too much vs'd 'mong God-lesse soules who still Infinite good pay with infinite ill As if no thought remain'd of future good No teares for him that shed his pretious bloud But as the comely Actor Simile whose faire part Vpon the stage presents an honest heart For two houres space a Vertuous Noble Minde His Sceane expir'd basely to vice inclinde Drinke Drabs and Oathes making no other vse With his faire Part but with excesse abuse * O you that stand on Pynacles of state * Let not the World deceiue you least too late * From off your slipp'ry height you come in thrall * o pash your selues in peeces past recall * Sell not fare Lord-ships to keepe Lady-ships * Nor sucke damnation from a strumpets lips * Touch not those Spells of Sparta let e'm Rot * When Vertue rules in Man Lust liues forgot One onely Iemme that 's all the store I haue Great of that little nothing which shall craue Of Heauens Greate En's not for my selfe alone But for thee Reader thee and euery one Rarenesse of Rare example and withall An euerlasting skie of Grace to fall Vpon our warre on Earth desiring Heauen For wayes on Earth are crooked all vneuen * Saue me O saue me thou Eternall Terror * To damned soules I doe confesse each Error * The many thousand sinnes vnseene vnfelt Which long too long in my hard heart haue dwelt * To thee to thee thou Euer-liuing being * Of an Eternall Maiestie All-seeing * With penitent Heart I come I call I cry * Pardon my sinnes helpe thou All-viewing Eye * Looke downe Soule-sauing sacred God of Truth * Forgiue th' infinite follies of my youth * Shield me Diuinitie from Satans Ginnes * Lord lay not to my Charge my Parents sinnes * Glory of Goodnesse in thy Mercy heare mee * Let Hate Reuenge nor Enuie ne'r come neare mee * Let neither Pride nor hope of gaine deceiue mee * Nor pleasure nor the want of Meanes bereaue mee * Of sense least senselesse wholy I despaire * And so become the wretched Childe of care * O sacred Sauiour make me euer trie * To liue by honest Meanes or let me die * Though griefe and I haue well acquainted beene * Lord let me neuer grieue but for my sinne * So shall thy Mercy ne'r forgetfull stand * While I haue Tongue a Pen a Head a Hand THE SPIRITVALL SEA-FIGHT EM'prour of Angells O thou King of Starres Mans perfect solace ' gainst sins bloody Wars When I behold with contemplation Eye The siluer Spangles of thy Glorious skie Me thinkes in that Blew-paper-Booke of Heau'n I see waies of Mortalls all vneu'n The wretched soule of Man in euery Place Liues as in Hell on Earth without thy Grace Temptation on Temptation past controule Alures the Body to betray the Soule Hell's Blacke Prince Troopes of spirits eu'ry day Inuade my sinne-seidg'd-soule Furies display Infernall Banners while the Drumme of Death Beates a dead March and e're I can take Breath Sounds shrill Alarums hot Assaults beginne The soules fierce Fight muffl'd in cloudy sinne I liue beset Millions
of spirits round Shoote at my soule I stand on no firme ground But tread on earth as on a Ball of Ice I cannot stand nor stirre for slip'ry Vice My Soul 's a Ship tost on the Mountaine Seas Of this vast World she neuer liues ar ease * Her sayles are sighes her Anchor deepe despaire * Her Compasse Error her sad Pilot Care Farre of from safeties shore floates on the waues Of fearefull billowes Soule deuouring Graues Rough blust'ring stubborne stormes yeeld no reliefe On euery Shrowd Each Tackling hangs a griefe Death like a darke cloud besets euery Place Here Rocks of Ruine their Pyrates lie in Chase In euery corner Mischiefes hourely lurke * Pride fights against vs like a furious Turke Simile * Lust like a trech'rous Spaniard murd'ring French * Like an infected poyson's loathsome stench * Gluttonie like a Germaine drunkennesse * Like a Dutch Dun-kercker whose impiousnesse * Stiles him the Master Gunner to giue fire * To all sinnes blacke Artillery Hells Ire * Infernall chaine-shot All soule-murd'ring strife To sinke Man's weather-beaten ship of Life Which to gaine Grace no sooner weighs Anchor Sets sayle for safety but straight sinnes Canker The deuouring Diuell Pyrate for Hell Chasing flyes after and with blacke Arts spell Commands to stay sometimes with beauteous formes With songs of Syrens sometimes sometimes stormes Such pitchie Tempests to be night the way As if the horror of the lattet day Frighted the World so stops the soule from blisse Shoots through and through her so she steers amisse Then as in bloudy Sea-fights Men may see Simile Times sacrifice to valour no man free From desp'rate danger euery one maintaines The terrour of the Fight though with their braines Dasht in each others Faces Vitall breath Lost in a fighting flame blood and death Bullets and Batteries couers the ship all o're Her dismall deckes with horror purple gore And scatterd limmes so the soules Pinnace In her spirituall fight sinnes do's deface Murders our best of thoughts like raging Seas Winds stormes tempest driue vs where they please The poore afflicted soule Satan so blinds It knowes not where shee is by whyzing winds Now tost toth ' top of all the Azure Skie Now tumbling as to Hell with frighted Eye Her Flag of sinnes defiance Tempest-rent Her Sayles torne all to Rags her Maine-mast spent All out of Order tossing to and fro The soule distrest knowes not which way to goe With gentle calme check Satan's black storme Lord Wee shipwracke else Diuels will come a Board Burne with Hells wildfire Flame Ruine Race Blot our soules hope helpe Minister of Grace Safeties in Heau'n in this vncertaine Life Nothing but Hell-bred quick sands Warre and strife Soule-killing vapours worldly vanities Thicke clouds of vice Perpetuall miseries There is a Voyage to the Holy Land In which the Truth our blessed Card must stand The Holy Ghost our Pilot to direct The steerage of our course from sinnes neglect Toth ' Hauen of Heau'n that happy Port of Rest Saluations Guard true Cape of Comfort blest There Heauens bright Maiestie our Sauiour sweet Sits with the Hand of Mercy for to Greet And waft vs to him O may all that stray Sayling along the Coast of sorrow Pray Pray vnto him hee 'l guide their wandring Barke Tempest tost hourely in the dreadfull Darke If thou be Sea-sicke call vpon him and he Shall soone with Health's sweet solace comfort thee Rebuke the raging windes Times blackest storme And to a calme Skie-swelling Seas reforme No Rocks Gulfs Sands nor Seas cloud-kissing waues Sinnes dreadfull Sea-fright nor the desp'rate braues Of Pyrates none shall hurt let then thy care See thy weake vessell Rigg'd well Man'd with prayer And then launch forth hoist sayles and when you spie The Cape of good hope keepe it in thine eye Let holy thoughts death threatning storms o'recome That whatsoeuer chance there shall become The vessell of thy Body being foule Make sure to saue the passenger thy soule * He valiant onely Vertuous is that can * Subdue his Sinnes Hee s the true Noble Man * Ther 's perfect valour he true glory winnes * He 's the true Souldier that subdues his sinnes * Breakes through the pikes of sinne all fiends that are * In Hell or Diuels ruling in the Aire * Forcing his way to Heau'n despight all charmes * Enchantmēts dead-sleeps all soule-flayling harmes * Wrestling like Jacab Simile constant in his fight * Mindfull of his maiestick-Makers sight To such belongs the Euerlasting Crowne Of sempeternall Glory true Ronowne Which to prepare thee for cease to neglect Th' Allmighties sacred seruice let respect Feare and true Reuerence to his pretious Word Be to thy soule that Helmet Shield and Sword Too strong for Sathan all the fiery Darts Of Fiends and furies Arme thy noble Parts Thy Soule thy Heart thy Minde striue to fulfill The Maiestie of Heauen his Diuine Will And like the cunning curious Architect Simile Earnest some goodly Building to Erect Breaking his sleepe wholly imployes his minde On the drawne Modell which when he do's finde Exact his Eye dwels euer then vpon it And his affection neuer driuen from it So when to thought we call our Sauiours blood That sempeternall platforme of all good Shed for our sinnes Let it for euer dwell In the Idaea of our Mindes so Hell Sinne death nor deadly desp'rate discontent Can barre the Heau'nly heart from true content * What vggly wormes are wee that dare presume * To pawne our soules for pleasure dare consume * Our Time on toyes when as we firmely know * Time shall decay we cannot feed nor goe * Nor promise life a Minuite we passe to bed * But Ignorant to rise aliue or dead * Admit day-light approaches and the morne * Inuites thee forth thou neuer maist returne * Death by a thousand accidents do's meete * Health Wealth and Beauty stabs them in the street * He that least thinkes of death some falling Tyle * Timber or Stone do's suddenly beguile Him of his life yea oft' when he refraines And seekes to shun it dasheth out his braines These Tragicke Truths true causes of dislike Me-thinkes should moue vs to repent and strike A terror to our soules force vs to see Man's outward danger inward misery Which like an vnresisted roaring Tide Runnes through our veins and apts the blood to pride To all the sinnes that are or euer were O horrid ill haue wee not cause to feare To quake and tremble when our dull dead Eyes Drunke with the poyson'd dreggs of sinne ne'r spies The mischieuous perills and the blacke affright That hourely waite on the Spirituall fight Fiends liue at Sea and Furies on the Land * Gluttonie for a Corporall do's Stand * Au'rice a Pioner Sloth you may spie * An idle Gentleman of a Company * Wrath 's the Serieant Enuie the Colours gaine * Lust the Lieftennant is Pride the Captaine These in the Heart of euery one take Place Where cowardly
poysons to this Soule of mine * There 's no true Ioy on earth but what 's diuine Lord teach me for to prize this world at naught Vpon thy Blessednesse be all my thought * Make me my God in hate to impure liues * Kicke at that Life which Life of Heau'n depriues Make me to feele those wonted holy fires Which rapt my soule in sanctifide desires Rauisht all sense and with admir'd amaze Expos'd me to that blessed burning blaze Of glorious contemplation thoughts diuine Then like Heauens Tapers in my Soule did shine Simile But now that Glory failes my soule hath seru'd Folly so long 't is readie to be steru'd Darke sinnes desire hath dimm'd the Christall sight Of Meditation turn'd my Day to Night To dismall Night where onely I may see My selfe alone stand like a desolate Tree Forsaken of all her Leaues the Fruite dead And eu'ry Branch of comfort withered Naked performance of Heauens sacred Word Pulls Hell on me Me thinkes the flaming sword Of Gods iust vengeance houer's o're my head Th' Element burnes Simile the starres like molten Lead Threaten destruction while distressed I Like a condemned wretch sentenc'd to die Stand quaking at the Horrour dreadfull woe Shiuers my sinfull soule What shall I doe Pitty me King of Thunder Heau'n and Earth Mercifull Maker thou that didst giue me Birth Thou that canst muster Angels in the skie To safegard soules from blacke impietie Thou that dost feede and clothe and still perseuer To giue me Health be mercifull for euer I that am poore weake feeble and too apt By the worlds whorish wayes to be entrapt I that am slothfull dull and negligent Vnmindfull of thy dread Commandement Beseech thy pardon forgiue my coldnesse In seruing thee pardon that sinfull boldnesse Pardon all idle prate sinnes rotten talke Let not my steppes tread that accursed walke Which leades to lewdnesse base delight in Pleasure Desire of Pompe Vaine-glory Tott'ring Treasure Deale not O deale not with me as my merit Truely deserues driue out the vggly spirit Of all vncleannesse from my filthy flesh My drooping soule with sanctitie refresh Shrowd me beneath thy sacred Countenance Giue me thy Seruant Dauids Repentance The Patiency of Job Paul's Puritie And soule-afflicted Peters weeping eye With holy Teares Lord make me to reiect The sinne I sinne-sicke sinner most affect Heare me Miraculous Maiestie and giue A Period to my cares let me not liue Frustrate of heau'nly thoughts O send redresse Thou bidst me write keepe me from Idlenesse From all ill Company All waies vniust Sinne Satan and the Laborynth of Lust Simile * Like Joseph Mighty Maker make me fly * The tempting Baites of Beauties burning Eye * Diuert my sad distressed soule from vice * And Rauish me with loue of Paradice * Let not my wand'ring Eyes swimme in the fire * Of Lust-stung lookes nor let the loose desire * Of womans naked Paps burne out mine Eyes * With sencelesse gazing make me to despise * All base desires sinnes of ill-gouern'd youth * All wicked Customes gainst thy sacred Truth Suffer me Worme vnworthy not in vaine To call on thee let me some comfort gaine Or kneele for euer happie man were I To kneele and pray and praying thus to die My Armes are spread come sempeternall Essence Rauish my soule come blessed penitence Giue me a thousand stabs my soule has need Of many thousand Teares then let it bleed Pierce pierce my stubborne Heart make that the Inne Of Grace which yet is but the house of sinne At my dull follies I 'le no longer wincke Sorrow shall be my Pen sad Teares my Incke Misery my Paper whereon I 'le write The sorrowes of my soule my Youth's delight My Paths of Pleasure prodigall expences My scarlet Crimes and all my blacke offences This Booke I 'le Dedicate vnto my Heart My Heart chiefe Actor in sinnes Tragicke part My Heart vnprincely Reuelling within My Body that Banquetting House of sinne There chain'd to th' Magicke Musicke of free-will Riots in poyson'd pleasures lewdly ill All that belongs to th' Body eu'ry part My soule alone excepted serues my Heart Best pleas'd and best at ease with pleasures Bane Most glad to be most bad and in that vaine Traitor to Truth Each Limme a Mortall Foe To worke my vniuersall ouerthrow And to that end with rude insatiate eyes Runne all a whoring after vanities Soule-damning Banquets Pompe bewitching ioy Forsake eternall Glory for a Toy Debarring hope of Heau'n and sweete Saluation For moment pleasure licorish damnation O false false Heart false to thy dearest friend Wound me no more for pittie make an End I pittie thy blacke life nor can forbeare For thee to shed many a bleeding Teare Thou art my foe and yet to see thee feed Fat for Hells shambles my poore soule do's bleed Bleeds inward vndiscern'd of any Eye Except my God and my owne misery What shall I doe faine would I shunne the sinne My frailty most delights to wander in And yet I cannot when I striue gainst vice To stand most firme I 'me tript vp in a trice * Oh what a misery 't is to haue a minde * For to be truly honest well inclinde * And not to be suffer'd such is the state * Of my sad bleeding soule vnfortunate Poore soule that liues like Fortunes foot-ball tost In hazard eu'ry minute to be lost As is the ship 'mong Rocks Simile steerd by the skill Of an imperfect Pilats desp'rate will Which like a fruitlesse naught respected fly Simile Carelesse of danger paine or misery Cutting the Ayre flies at selfe-will so fast Till in the Spiders web 't is caught at last So pleasure soothing pleasure doth beguile The sinfull Body with her couert guile Being the onely cause when life for breath During her short space vainly striues gainst death Then like a mast-lesse Barke in stormy weather Simile The soule driues vp downe it knowes not whether At last for life misse-led sinnes that excell Body and soule at once Iumpe into Hell * O thou the King of those eternall fires * Which spangle Heauen good God grant my desires * Infuse in me thy Grace or I shall stray * And so become a fearefull Cast-away * Helpe or I sinke belowe the lowe degree * Of sinnes extreamest infelicitie * Come come Lord Iesus O come thou and giue * Helpe to my helplesse soule I that doe liue Simile Like the distressed Bird trapt in a Snare Caught by a lime-twig flying from the Ayre In which distresse for comforts sweete reliefe Poore Innocent with wings adds woe to griefe So fares my soule striuing sinnes snare to fly Forc'd by deceit liues snar'd in penury Accompaned with comfortlesse despaire With sobs and grones and selfe-consuming care In Sable sorrow sits there sighs and mournes Simile Wastes and consumes like a spent Taper burnes Onely for a slash ready to goe out With multitude of sinnes circl'd about The very thought do's shake me and
ngels Protect you both May your faire worth N atur'd like that Blest Tree first brought you forth L iue long So loue liue blest in one another Y our sweetnesse grant O Heau'n a ioyfull Mother Verses vpon Sr. Thomas Stanly his Lady her first beeing with Childe God to this world with safe deliu'rance bring That little world Prime Noble Pretious thing Within your happy Wombe Long may it liue To liue Times faire example truly giue Next God full ioy praise to that Bodies worth Blest Tree of Happinesse first brought it forth That 's all I can wish which to your true Ioy Through hearty Prayer I wish a louely Boy Hope Faith Charitie The blessed Syrens of Eternitie Firme Faith Sweet Hope and Sacred Charity For euer dwell faire Minded Vertuous Dame In your two Hearts now in one Bodies Frame Big with Rich Natures comely curious dressing Iewell of Glory God's Almighty Blessing O may your Pangs in Labour proue as milde As was the Virgin Mary she whose Childe Remember in your Throwes you then with ease Shall beare a Babe that best your minde shall please So happy Mother of a happy Sonne If Daughter happy Liue Heauens will be done A Memoriall vpon the Death of that True Honorable Valiant Commander Sr. Francis Carew Knight of the most noble and sacred Institution of the Bath to our Soueraigne Lord King Charles F all from mine Eyes yea Tragicke Teares of pitie R un to my Pen write write Times mournefull Dittie A nd to this dull Age tell in Sorrowes Tone N oble Wise Valiant Carew he is gone C onquer'd for Loue to Heau'n King Country State I n a iust cause he dy'd O happy Fate S oule suff'ring Vertue fully fortunate C all'd to the sacred Order of the Bath A Jemme he liu'd and dy'd a Knight of Faith R eligion drew him on to Warres fierce Fight E arth claim'd her due Death was to him delight W ho liu'd and dyde Heauens happy Fauorite An Epitaph vpon the Right Honourable Lady the Lady Francis Sister to Theophilus Earle of Lincolne and wife to Mr. Iohn Gorges Esquire YEe Eyes that ioy i' th rarenesse of that Life Which makes Man blest in a true Noble wife Behold here lies a Iemme bereau'd of Breath That Excellent Lady she that by Death Sterne Death subdu'd her life and loue did shine Cleare as Heau'ns star like a true wife diuine She was her Sexes wonder hate to sinne Made her the Glory of her Noble kinne She was what can be said Religious kinde A Saint on Earth that bore an Angels Minde Vpon the Death of Mistris Margaret Brograue M ilde At Rough Grim Assaults Restlesse Eu'n Tir'd B eguirt with Death mildely her soule aspir'd R ight vpward flew to that Arch-glitring Heau'n O f for and from whom shee at first was giuen G lory of Parents farewell modest kinde R are earthly Forme fram'd of a Heau'nly Minde A ll the fond fashions of the world's entice V aine Woman's wish she slighted tempting vice E uer she checkt with thoughts of Paradice Vpon my worthy Friend Mr. CHARLES AYTE CHARLES AYTE Anagram REALY CHASTE THe true expression of a gratefull Minde For your long since past loue to me so kinde I neuer shall forget accept then this Diuine Note on your Name Mans chiefest blisse Courts you faire Soule to such an happinesse Words are too weake to tell Pen to expresse While thousands in vaine Lust their life time waste Your Anagram is what Realy Chaste MARY HEATH Anagram HA MY HEART Thus exprest NEuer had Virgin sweetenesse to the view Of this vast World a happier Name then you Your Anagram is such 't is euer vs'd ' Mongst Turtle Louers that ne'r loue abus'd Vertues Chaste Queene to you doth here impart Infinite Ioy in these words Ha My Heart TO My much respected true Friend Master William Vtber W i th holy thoughts Lord make thee to repell I nfernall sinne ne'r may the charmes of Hell L asciuious Temptings nor the worlds delight L ocke thee from Heau'n the Lord of Day and Night I nspire thy Soule Rauish thy Noble Sight A rm'd with Faith Hope and Sacred Charitie M ount may thy Soule Eternall Victory V aine World what is it but a Theame of sorrow T imes slaue the stage of death from which we borrow B rau'ry for one Day and are dead to Morrow E arth's Pompe is nothing but a poys'ning Spell R iots vaine Glory Painted Iezabell TO His Respected Friend Mr. VALENTINE OLDIS V ertue on Earth firme Enemie to Vice A ppearing Glorious when the Worlds Intice L aies Seidge vnto the Soule and with delight E leuates holy Spirits gainst sinnes Fight N ames you the Man for Combate points thee on T o the Celestiall Race which thought vpon I nuites thy Soule to that perfection N o Tongue can tell not all the Words content E quals the Minde that 's truly Penitent O n Gods great Mercy euer cast an Eye L et thy knowne dang'rous Trauailes neuer die D eeds that haue past the Stormes of Sea and Land I n thee true Triall haue to make thee stand S in s Foe Truths Champion still at Heau'ns command TO My beloued Friend Mr. FRANCIS HVRST F ly Friend from all vaine thoughts let thy faire youth R unne Vertues Race be still in Loue with Truth A s Sea-Men striue in Neptunes Path to shunne N umberlesse Dangers so like Times best Sonne C leare thy Soule 's ship from eu'ry stormie Spell I n this Worlds wicked Sea Those waues of Euill S urges of Sinne the World the Flesh and Deuill H ere as you reade the Follies of the Time V ndaunted struggle to subdue each Cryme R owze thee from sinne striue Vertues Top to clime S o from the high Pyramides of Grace T here houers o're thy head an Angels place LOVES SONNET LEt me not be with bitternesse despighted That an with you and onely you delighted Beare witnesse Angells what I write is true I Loue and loue and loue and none but you Shall I then suffer Racke be rackt and torne Shall I then suffer hate and churlish scorne Will you my honest minde so much misuse Sweete Natures Loue to pittie not abuse O bee so sweete Liue and liue long to cherish My Pen and mee or I for euer perish Sorrowes Sonnet Once I did loue so lou'd and was belou'd As Heau'n was angry sure else we had prou'd No-Star-crost Louers our true Loues were such Alas we lou'd and lou'd and lou'd too much For see the lucke my Loue kept from mine eyes By her most cruell Friends for Loue she dyes Then like a burning Beacon set on fire At sight of her sad Funerall my dere Kindled burn'd fier'd flam'd as t would pierce the skie Then would I perish faine but Fates denie A thousand griefes at once me thought did moue In my Mad braine and then I was in Loue Starke Mad in Loue all ioyes bereft me And nothing but despaire Sad sorrow left me Vpon