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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70839	A Looking-glass for children being a narrative of God's gracious dealings with some little children / recollected by Henry Jessey in his life time ; together with sundry seasonable lessons and instructions to youth, calling them early to remember their creator, written by Abr. Chear ...	H. P.; Jessey, Henry, 1603-1663.; Cheare, Abraham, d. 1668.	1673 (1673)	Wing P30; ESTC R11296	42,161	98

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 leng●●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 ●●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 Complem●nts apart Yet love exprest with all my heart White I bethought what way was bes● To gratifie a strong request And how to reach the proper ●nd That was ●ssign'd me by a Friend That I would write a seri●us line Your tender Spirit to incl●ne If possibly from wanton things Which carry with them poysn●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 Solil●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 Pr●●o●-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 So●l is bent On things that are most permanent When least to foolish mir●h inclin'd Then from the Treasure of your mind This serious Song you forth may bring ●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 Temp●ations lead to sin Sin doth of good bereave me Cloathes Beauty Streng●h and Life at Length Are all at hand to leave me Why then should gay att●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 cho●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

Me God hath from great plagues at hand In greater Mercy taken Friends do not grieve then that by me this wretched worlds forsaken Here to be left might mercie be But greater Mercy taken In dust I sleep now freed from tears But shortly shall awaken And shall be when my Christ appears In greater Mercy taken Ye might have one day wept to see Me sigh as one forsaken But now Triumph that Christ hath me To Greater Mercy taken Margaret Trenick Anagram Mark retreating The blessed subject of this mournful verse Transcends my skill her praises to reherse The lively grace which in her youth did shine Reflects convictions on this Soul of mine How short of her I am in patient waiting And how unskil'd aright to make retreating This age of deep revolt from truths profest Made sad impressions on her heaven-born brest Such as bespoke her griev'd in heart to see Gods name blasphem'd by seeming Saints to be This broke her sleep and mixt with tears her eating To mark the madness of this times retreating It s true she talkt not much made little noise Her closet-Friend she chose should hear her voice But her whole walk with God and man bewray'd Heart full to matter Though not much she said For hers and others Souls her heart was beating To mark the steps and issues of retreating She chose to walk a mournful softly pace Weeping while waiting for her Father's face Sharp sickness seal'd home love but seaz'd her life Once a choice Virgin Then a faithful Wife Both life and death this Anagram repeating Behold the uprights end but mark retreating Margaret Trenick Anagram King rare matter A Dialogue betwixt a Querist and her Answer Querist Dear heart while living Grace did much appear In thy slow speaking who wert quick to hear But more when death did thy crackt pi●cher break Thy lamp shines brightest thou dead dost speak In this I acquiesce yet fain would know Why wert so mute why too good speech so slow Answer The Tempter on my Temper might prevail Some needful teaching sometimes to conceal Pretending ease yet brought no solid rest The fire increasing in my panting brest Which rais'd rebukes convictions griefs so high As found no vent but through a weeping eye Quest Was 't all and only thy temptations then Thou wert so mute among the Sons of men So scarcely sociable so retir'd As made converse with thee not much desir'd Thy lips allow'd thy heart so little vent That few could fathom what thy musing meant Ans Nay sometimes reasoning of a higher kind Did that way Byass my poor pausing mind I view'd and wept on a 〈◊〉 age That talkt 〈…〉 a sta●ely stage But so reproacht it by unworthy walking As made me dread their fellowship in talking Quest But why among the S●●nts thy dear delight Wert so reserved if not silent quite Their gracio●● speeches drop as generous wine yet might have been more spic'd warm'd by thine 'T is wisdoms way these waters deep to draw By frequent speakings yet with holy awe Ans Besides the T●mpter's wiles I oft bethought How ●gnorant I was what need be taught How ●ittle I could speak to others gain How I had spoke already much in vain Then begg'd a bridle on my lips might be Lest I should speak what was not wrought in me Querist It 's true their talk involves both guilt and dangers Who boast of grace whereto they are but strangers But all who rightly knew thy Soul could say Ther 's precious treasure though a straightned way Nay when death seiz'd thee and thy strength was spent What glorious matter prest to have a vent Ans I must confess though forth I could not bring My heart conceiv'd rare matter for the King But my conceits were shatter'd short and bare Of such high matter heavenly-Royal rare I could not speak what I was apprehending Until my clouds my streights sighs were ending Margaret Trenick Anagram Make not Grace retire IF this Saint's name inverted thus affords Such choice variety of teaching words What would her nature her new nature yield Had we traversed that sweet-smelling field But since with gravity it was inclos'd Not seeking entrance most its profit los'd Such bosome friends as did that key acquire Found deeply graven Make not grace retire Above the rest her yoak-fellow is left To wail with bitterness as one bereft Of a choice Jewel whose rare vertues lay In Bosome-strengthnings through Christs hated-way Her heavenly arguments in secret dropt His fainting soul hath oft with Courage propt When he ran hazards still did her desire Keep conscience tender Make not grace retire Consult not wife and children would she say Though we beg with you in the Kings-high-way Be●ray not any truth what'ere 't would get you Desert no station where the Lord hath set you Great sufferings rather choose then little on A little spark may dreadful flames begin Set soveraign pleasure in dominion higher Though nature startle Make not grace retire Such words of wisdom dropt in gracious cools Speak louder than the cry that reigns with fools When husband slept the pantings of her breast In frequent travail held her eyes from rest For clearer sealings of her father's love For Sion's showrs and shinings from above She durst not grieve the spirit quench his fire Not make the least true grace of his retire At last she best appear'd on fiery tests When bonds her Husband Death her self arrests When stript of strength being forc't her husband left her Of all three sons her father had bereft her When friends stood trembling grace such beams did dart As rais'd with triumph fil'd with joy her heart These first fruits of the Kingdom set her higher Than that the tempter should make grace retire Sweet Soul She now a glorious rest obtains From all her outward pangs her inward paines Relation dues she long'd so to perform As griev'd to leave him in this dismal storm They cease to bind her These cares ended are To be with Jesus she finds better fare To such rare patterns might my soul aspire Not grieving Christ Not making grace retire An Epitaph GIve heed Spectators In this grave 's invol'd A costly Cabinet to be dissolv'd With wondrous wisdom richly rarely wrought And by great exercises aptly brought To lodge subserve and openly to tender An heavenly Jewel this age rich to render But it s new workmanship in worth did rise it To such vast value this world could not prize it They'd foils indeed to shade it wisely set And on its outside some distempers met On which the world did with contempt insist Till their enriching maket-time they mist So little knows this crooked generation Their things for Peace or dayes of Visitation Like them of old cry Barrabas set free Dispatch the Heir the vineyard ours shall be But the great owner marks not jealous eyes This age's aptitude to slight despise And scorn his renders of the richest gem Crown-Jewels nay the royal diadem And vext