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A51785 Divine contentment, or, A medicine for a discontented man and a confession of faith, and other poems upon several subjects / by Edward Manlove ... Manlove, Edward, fl. 1667. 1667 (1667) Wing M452; ESTC R31166 37,704 118

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murmur some do mourn Which maketh God their mercies to adjourn Wouldst thou have mercy seek to God and pray This murmuring doth God's mercy much delay When children struggle they are beaten worse Our sinful passions cause a heavy curse The Isralites by murmuring discontent Procur'd from God a heavy punishment They were rewarded for their peevishness They wandred long within the wilderness Then strive O man against thy discontent This evil spirit labour to prevent The world is such that men the more they have Are less content which makes them more to crave Doth Wealth increase the worldly mans desire Increaseth more this Oyle inflames the fire The heart of man triangular is found The world is very Circular and Round There is nothing man's soul can satisfie But God the Lord the Holy Trinity Then covet not much wealth strive for content Life is a vapour and is quickly spent Sometimes the Sun goes down before noon day Before old age grim death takes life away Sometimes the Sun of life sets presently Death doth approach the dawning Infancy Sometimes it is Eclipsed in the Womb The mothers belly doth the babe intombe Man's here to day to morrow he is gone Our winged Time goes very swiftly on Life is uncertain long it cannot last It is a wheel that 's running ever fast Man's life it is compared to a day Or to a Post that rideth fast away Our life is short long here we cannot stay And little will our charges here defray It is not far unto our journeys end And after death we need no more to spend If Farmers should great summes of money spend In Building when their terme is neer an end They would be deemed very indiscreet For building where they have no better right So he that doth immoderately give His mind to Wealth and hath short time to live May be accounted for a carnal man That slights his soul he is no Christian Then learn content for wealth cannot delay The Pangs of Death which take thy life away Sad thoughts and troubles often here attend A great Estate and terrour in the end T is not aboundance that a man enjoyes That is the thing wherein contentment lies An evil spirit haunts the Worldlings Chest So that the Miser cannot be at rest His heaps of Gold he strives to hide them sure He takes great care his Riches to secure His worldly wealth he labours to increase His anxious thoughts destroy his inward peace The World affordeth many pleasant things This Bee gives Honey but it often stings Within the Sunshine is the pleasant seat Yet it is troubled with the scotching heat Most men they do delight in dainty fare The Rich mans table often is his snare He quickly may ingulf himself too deep And drowned be within these waters sweet T is difficult to know how to abound Good Salve ill us'd may make a greater wound So many times mans great Prosperity Doth make him Proud and cause security And yet aboundance few mens hearts doth fill But many souls this Plurisy doth kill Then with a little learn to be content Srive to be good not to be eminent When Iacob for his Pillow had a stone And when his body lay the earth upon He sweetly slept and did enjoy his rest For Food and Rayment Iacob made request Doth wealth increase it doth increase thy cares And may thee draw into a world of snares Small Pinaces ride safe upon the Sea When storms and winds cast gallant Ships away Our Father Adam fell in Paradise Iob from the Dunghil had a glorious rise Strong Sampson slept securely on the lap O Dalilah that sought his life to trap The fawning world is worse then when it frownes The greatest cares attend the Richest Crownes When men grow rich their hearts begin to swell The sin of Pride in rich mens hearts doth d●●●ll Observe how mad men when the Moon declines Are quieter then when it 's in the prime When mens Estates are low and in the Waine They humble are and less mind worldly gain Then be contented with thy present lott If thou have less then others envy not A great Estate great envy to it drawes Men hate Superiours that 's the greatest cause When David kept his Father Iesse's sheep None did him envy none his life did seek But when he did enjoy a Kingly Crown Then envy sought to bring his Honour down An envious man he hath an evil Eye He hates to see good mens Prosperity Then be content seek not too high to mount The more thou hast the greater's thy account Trade for Gods Glory hast thou less or more Lay out thy money on this publick score Cast in thy Mite into this Treasury Improve thy Talent for Eternity Art thou exalted to a high degree Then in good Works man labour Rich to be Remember that thou art a Steward here Prepare thy self and make thy reckoning cleare Against thy Lord and Master call for it Thou must account for this thy Stewardship And when this great account is clearely past Then thou art free this reckoning is thy last Then what if thou some hardship here indure Death ends thy Hell and then thy Heaven 's sure Rich Dives did poor Lazarus disdain Who craved crumbs his life for to sustein And yet the doggs some pitty took on him As if those doggs had his Physitians been They lickt his sores when Lazarus did lie At Dives gate to beg his Charity But Lazarus he from sorrow soon was quit Here was his Hell he was releast from it And was by Angels carried clear away To Paradise where he shall be for aye But Dives was sent to the lowest Hell Where he with Divels shall for ever dwell And in his torments in the flaming fire A little water Dives did desire To cool it tongue but could it not obtain The damned must endure eternal pain He that would not afford the poor a crumb For water cryd to cool his burning tounge Observe Gods Justice upon wicked men That have no mercy he hath none for them And seek by prayer Gods Judgements to prevent Use well thy wealth and learn to be content ●t is a judgement for a man to have A great Estate and yet still more to crave The greedy man will never be content He cryes give give he 's alwaies indigent He eats and drinks and yet 's not satisfi'd This glutton hath a greedy appetite For avarice doth foster discontent ●t is a sin it is a punishment It is accounted for a secret curse For goods ill gotten makes the gainers worse The more they have the less they are content The more they crave the more 's their punishment For heaps of silver cannot satisfie Him that loves silver here 's his misery Then strive for grace and greatness set aside Be not content till sin be mortifi'd Though sin in the regenerate remain Yet sin in them doth never rule not reign Be not contented with thy natural state Gods Wrath pursues the Unregenerate