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A13277	Panthea: or, Diuine vvishes and meditations: vvritten by Io. Siluester: reuised by I.M. Master of Arts. Whereunto is added an appendix, containing an excellent elegy, written by the L. Viscount St. Albans, late Lord High Chancelour of England. &c.	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Martin, James, fl. 1615-1630.; Bacon, Francis, 1561-1626.	1630 (1630)	STC 23580; ESTC S118074	13,759	32

pointing at a Starre As I at Thee thy Light transcending farre Thou dost our Thoughts to Speculation tye Like some cleere Fountaine where the Crystall Sky Her bright-vnwrinkled-azure brow may see So doe the Heauens behold their Face in Thee Thy Heart the Firmament of faithfull Truth Thy Arts the glistring Starres that grac'd thy Youth Thy Soule the Cynthia whose bright-shining Raies Lighted the World to haue reform'd her Waies Thy All a Little-World of richer Frame Then that which did possesse the Golden Name Hence then you Termagants to * Ætnae supposed to be Plutoes Court. Mongibell You * Certaine histrionicall Professors Disciples of Sr Iohn Lacke-Latine in the Vniuersity of Fooliana which supernodically censure all Verses whatsoeuer Pantalouns that POESY damne to Hell Peace yawning Goblins Hob Dick Hick and Will Spue not your Gall against his Sacred Quill To such may euery Leafe and euery Line An Armadillo be or Porcupine S. N. à sacerrimis Catharis Lavernionibus horrendiffimè spoliatus The Authors Inuocation and Imprecation against his Infernall Enemies SVpreame Commander of the Crystall Sky That ALL of NOTHING powerfully didst frame Bee 't not offense against thy Deity With humble Accents to adore thy Name Though in this Teare-composed Terrene Globe I weare Mortalities Sin-stained Robe Let me behold with Contemplations Eye The Beauty of thine Angell-guarded Throne And let my soule with humble boldnesse fly Aboue the Starry Constellation And there with that most holy Hierarchy Sing Hymnes and Anthems to thy Deity Let my sad Soule long pierc'd with Swords of Griefe By Fiends Alastors Harpyes Furies fell Receiue my God from thee Diuine Reliefe Which may their Pride and canker'd Malice quell Make those pure Hell-Dogs in their Dens to couch And Belzebub himselfe at last to crouch PANTHEA The Induction WHat should I wish for on the Earth Goodnes is growne to such a dearth While want of Grace doth make abuse Of that which might be for good Vse That who obserues what most men wish Shall find how fond and vaine it is Some wish for Wealth to pamper Pride The Medicine good but ill-applide Some wish for Honour in high thought Honour is good Ambition nought Some wish for Health to liue at ease Health may be good Ease breeds Disease Some wish for Power to wrong at will Power oft is good Oppression ill Some wish for Youth to nourish Folly Youth may be good the Wish vnholy Some wish for Loue to answer Lust Loue may be good the Wish vnjust Some wish for Strength to crush and kill Strength may be good but Murther ill Thus still th' Abuse which Will brings forth Doth make the Wishes nothing worth Yet since that Wishes may be good When Worth is truly vnderstood Let me set downe my Hearts desire And what hath set my Soule on sire It is not Earth nor earthly Treasure Nor worldly Honour fleshly Pleasure Nor Power nor Place nor Youth nor Strength Nor drawing out this Life at length Nor idle pleasing Natures Eye With fond Affections Vanity Not one of these comes neere the White Of my Hearts Wish and Soules Delight The Course of my true Cares content Extends aboue the Firmament The lenell of my Soules chiefe Loue Is onely in the Heauens aboue Where I shall see my Sauiour sweet And how his Saints and Augels meet With such an Harmony of voyces As shewes how euery Soule reioyces In the beholding his sweet Face That is the Glory of all Grace This this my Wish shall onely be To liue where I may euer see My Sauiour sweet and in his sight Haue all my Hearts and Soules Delight Daigne then my God this Boone to giue Whiles here vpon this Earth I liue That neither Wealth nor Pouerty Nor Comfort nor Calamity Nor Health nor Sicknes Ease nor Paine Nor Hope nor Feare nor Losse nor Gaine May euer take such hold on me But still my Ioy in CHRIST may be I. Wish or Meditation OH had I of his Loue but part That chosen was by Gods own heart That Princely Prophet DAVID he Whom in the Word of Truth I see The King of Heauen so dearely lou'd As Mercy beyond measure prou'd Then should I neither Gyant feare Nor Lion that my Soule would teare Nor the Philistims nor such Fiends As neuer were true Christians friends No Passion should my Spirit vex Nor Sorrow so my minde perplex But I should still all Glory giue Unto my God by whom I liue Then Health nor Sicknesse Griefe nor Ease Should so my mind disease or please But Want or We what-ere I proue The Lord of Life should be my Loue. To him I should my mind impart And to him onely giue my heart And to his mercy onely pray To put my secret sinnes away To heale my sinfull wounded Soule And put my Name in Mercies Roll In all my Cares and Crosses still To comfort me with his good Will And when I cry and rore in Griefe In deepe despaire of Hopes Reliefe My Faith should yet in Mercy finde The Comfort of a constant Minde And I should euer ioy to see How Mercies Eye did looke on mee Then should my Heart tune euery string That to his glory I might sing A Song of euer-lasting Praise To end in neuer-ending daies Then should I play and sing and dance And to the Heauens mine Eyes aduance With ioy to see in Triumph so The Arke of God in Glory go And whatsoeuer I possesse In Power or Honour more or lesse Nor Earth nor Heauen should me moue But still my Lord should be my Loue. If I were sicke He were my Health If I were poore He were my Wealth If I were weake He were my Strength If dead He were my Life at length If scorn'd He onely were my Grace If banisht He my Resting-place If wrong'd He onely were my Right If sad He were my Soules Delight In summe and all All-onely He Should be All aboue All to me His Hand should wipe away my Teares His Fauor free me from all Feares His Mercy pardon all my Sinne His Grace my life anew begin His Loue my Light to Heauen should bee His Glory thus to comfort me Thus was this Kingly Prophet blest To liue in Loues eternall Rest And since I see his Grace so great To all that Mercy doe intreat And how the faithfull Soule doth proue An heauenly Blessing in his Loue Let me but onely This request To be but thus with Dauid blest That Ioy or Griefe what-e're I proue The Lord of Life may be my Loue. II. Wish or Meditation OH that I were as Wise as * Salomon He That did by Obseruation see What All things are with all their Worth That vnder Heauen the Earth brings forth How vaine they are and how they vex The Soule whom Passion doth perplex Then should I neither carke nor care For things that so vncertaine are Nor toyle nor labour for a Life So full of Falshood Feare and strife Nor ayme at Title Power or

Place Nor Fauour Wealth or Worldly Grace Nor trouble Patience with a hope Of ought beyond my onely Scope Nor sooth nor flatter lye nor sweare Nor stand in Danger nor in Feare Of him of her of this of that Nor hunt I know not after what But loue the Measure and the Meane That keepes the Soule and Body cleane Then should I finde this Life but Breath That Sinne hath subiect made to Death For from the greatest to the least No Soule but liues at some vnrest The soundest and the deepest Wit Sometimes in idle Thoughts doth sit The fairest and the sweetest Face Is sometime subiect to Disgrace The Noblest and the valiant'st Minde Sometime may hap goe downe the Winde The richest Hand and proudest Heart May chance to play the Beggers part The valiant'st Arme and strongest Hand Sometime at Mercies Gate may stand The purest Soule that would not sinne May chance to fall in Satans Ginne Then since I see there is no state But that sometime or soone or late Is subiect to so hard a course As leaues the Better for the Worse Though I be not so wise as Hee That made me This to know and see Yet will I ioyne with him in this Vpon this Earth to build no Blisse But with the Wings of Faith to flye Vnto my Glorious God on high And in his Mercy only proue The Blessings for my Soules behoofe From Sorrow Sinne and Satan free And loue the World that list for me III. Wish or Meditation OH that I had that Patience That is the Spirits Excellence That Io●n in all his paines did proue Vnto the Lord to shew his Loue Then should no Losse of Lands or Goods Bring in such Flotes of Sorrowes Floods Nor Childrens Death nor dogged Wife Nor wounded Heart nor weary Life Nor Scoffs of Friends nor words of Griefe Nor Hearts Despaire of Hopes Reliefe Should make me once which God forbid Offend his Grace what ere he did But say with Iob If he will kill My heart yet will I loue him still And in his sight my Waies reproue That is the God of gracious Loue. That then when All were at the worst And that my Heart were almost burst My Soule might feele that Comfort sweet Did tread all sorrow vnder Feet But Iob was iust so am not I His God did but his Patience try And made his Faith in Mercy finde The Comfort of a constant Minde But my Soule hath so wicked bin That I am scourged for my Sinne In Iustice but with Mercy such As I can neuer praise too much For had not Mercy heal'd my Sore I had bin slaine for euermore But my good GOD is euer One His Hand is not to me alone But vnto All that in distresse Doe in his Mercy seeke redresse And whose true Patience Faith and Lone Doe in his Iustice Mercy proue IIII. Wish or Meditation OH that I had that Gracious Call That from the Heauens had blessed Paul That chosen Saint of sacred Blisse Where only Saints true blessing is Who from the way of wicked Thought Vnto the gates of Grace was brought And when his Eyes were stricken blinde Had such an insight of the Minde As made him see through Mercies light That is the Soules eternall sight How blinde is Reasons ruthfull Eye Where Errour leads the Heart awry Whilst Conscience thinking to doe well Doth carry Misconceit to Hell Till Mercy meeting on the way Brings home the Sheepe that went astray Then should no Office Power nor Place Make me to secke my Soules Disgrace To take a Tyrants powerfull Rod To persecute the Saints of God But I should more in soule reioyce In Mercies Gracious-Glorious Choice All Persecutions to abide Where Patience Feith and Loue is tride Of the sweet Lord of Heauens Blisse Than persecute one Saint of his But all my Loue and Loues Delight My Meditation day and night Should onely all and euer be Of Mercy that so called me No Griefe no Paine no Want nor Woe That I should euer liue to know But I should thinke too little all In Loue to answer Mercies Call For all the World I would not care Nor K●nor Kesar would I feare No threats nor thraldome scourge nor death To speake his Praise should stop my breath But I should plainely speake and write My knowledge of the Lord of Light And to the Glory of his Name Throughout the World divulge the same My Walke should be but in his Wayes My Talke but only in his Praise My Life a Death but in his Loue My Death a Life for him to proue My Care to keepe a Conscience cleane My Will from wicked thoughts to weane My Prayers for the Good of all That Mercy vnto Grace doth call My Labour for the loue of Truth To leade the life of Age and Youth My Comfort truely to conuert The Soules which Satan did peruert My Health to labour for their Loue That seeke their blessing from aboue My greatest Ease to worke for those Whom Mercy to Saluation chose My Paine and Pleasure Trauell Ease My God thus in his Saints to please Then should I this base World despise With all Earths idle Vanities And gouerne mine Affections so That Sin should neuer ouerthrow This wounded wofull Soule of mine But still in Mercies loue diuine My Soule should finde that life of Grace As should all Earthly loue deface And I should onely wish to liue All Glory to my God to giue And all in all my loy to bee His seruant that so called mee V. Wish or Meditation OH that my Soule might liue to proue Some part of that sweet blessed Loue Which IOHN th'Enangelist possest When he lean'd on our Sunours Brest When Wisdome Vertue Grace and Truth Embrac'd the blessed dayes of Youth Then should I fly with Eagles wings Vnto the Glorious King of Kings And see that Heauenly Court of his The Beauty of the Angels Blisse Where Goodnesse Grace and Glory dwels And Lone and Lise and nothing else But Holinesse and Heauenly Light All onely in my Sauiours sight Then should I loath this World of Woe That doth bewitch the Worldling so And seeke but at my Sauiours feet To find my Soules eternall Sweet Till Mercy will vouchsafe me Grace To haue a glimpse of his sweet Face In whose least sweetest Looke of Loue A Sea of Ioy the Heart doth proue And swimming in the Soules Deligh Is rauisht with that Glorious Sight But though I cannot be so blest To leane vpon my Sauiours Brest As all vnworthy of such Grace To looke on his Coelestiall Face Yet let me beg at Mercies Feet That I may but receiue this Sweet That when his Saints and Angels sing Their Haleluiahs to their King My Soule in Ioy all-sounding then May haue but leaue to sing AMEN FINIS A Funerall PYRAMID TO the deare Memorie of the Most deare 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I consecrate this Threne these Funerall Teares 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 These are the Cypresse Branches that I beare The