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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02769	The synagogue, or, The shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633. Temple.	1640 (1640)	STC 12898; ESTC S103894	10,698	37

THE SYNAGOGVE OR THE SHADOW OF THE TEMPLE SACRED POEMS AND PRIVATE EJACVLATIONS In imitation of Mr. GEORGE HERBERT Stultissimum credo ad imitandum non optima quaeque proponere Plin. Secund. lib. 1. Epist. 5. Not to imitate the best example is the greatest folly LONDON Printed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for Phil Stephens and Chrystopher 〈◊〉 at the golden Lion in St. Pauls Church-yard 1640. The Dedication LOrd my first fruits should have been sent to thee For thou the tree That bare them onely lentest unto me But while I had the use the fruit was mine Not so divine As that I dare presume to call it thine Before 't was ripe it fell unto the ground And since I found It bruised in the dirt nor cleane nor sound Some I have wip'd and pickt and bring thee now Lord thou know'st how Gladly I would but dare it not avow Such as it is 't is here Pardon the best Accept the rest Thy pardon and acceptance maketh blest Subterliminare A stepping-stone to the threshold of Mr. Herberts Church-porch DIc Cujus templum Christi Quis Condidit e●e Condidit Herbertus dic quibus auxiliis Auxiliis multis quibus haud mihi dicere fas est Tanta est ex dictis lis oriunda meis Gratia si dicam dedit omnia protinus obstat Ingenium dicens cuncta fuisse sua Ars negat nihil est non nostrum dicit in illo Nec facile est litem composuisse mihi Divide Materiam det gratia Materiaeque Ingenium cultus induat arsque Modos Non ne displiceat pariter res Omnibus ista Nec sortita velint jura vocare sua Nempe pari sibi jure petunt cultusque modosque Materiamque ars gratia ingenium Ergo velit siquis dubitantem tollere elenchum De templo Herberti talia dictadabit In templo Herbertus condendo est Gratia totus Ars pariter totus totus Ingenium Cedite Romanae Graiiae quoque cedite Musae Vnum prae cunctis Anglia jactet opus WHat Church is this Christs Church Who builds it Mr. George Herbert Who assisted it Many assisted who I may not say So much contention might arise that way If I say Grace gave all Wit straight doth thwart And sayes all that is there is mine but Art Denies and sayes ther 's nothing there but 's mine Nor can I easily the right define Divide say Grace the matter gave and Wit Did polish it Art measured and made sit Each severall piece and fram'd it all together No by no means this may not please them neither None 's well contented with a part alone When each doth challenge all to be his owne The matter the expressions and the measures Are equally Arts Wits and Graces treasures Then he that would impartially discusse This doubtfull question must answer thus In building of this temple Mr. Herbert Is equally all Grace all Wit all Art Roman and Grecian Muses all give way One English Poem darkens all your day The Church-yard THou that intendest to the Church to day Come take a turn or two before thou go'st In the Church-yard the walk is in the way Who takes best heede in going hasteth most But he that unprepared rashly ventures Hastens perhaps to seale his deaths Indentures The Church-stile SEest thou that stile observe then how it rises Step after step and equally descends Such is the way to winne celestiall prizes Humility the course begins and ends Would'st thou in grace to high perfection grow Shoot thy roots deep ground thy foundations low Humble thy selfe and God will lift thee up Those that exalt themselves he casteth down The hungry he invites with him to sup And cloaths the naked with his robe and Crown Think not thou hast what thou from him would'st have His labour 's lost if thou thy self canst save Pride is the prodigalitie of grace Which casteth all away by griping all Humilitie is thrift both keeps its place And gaines by giving rises by its fall To get by giving and to loose by keeping Is to be sad in mirth and glad in weeping The Church-gate NExt to the stlie see where the gate doth stand Which turning upon hooks and hinges may Easily be shut or open'd with one hand Yet constant in its center still doth stay And fetching a wide compasse round about Keeps the same course and distance never out Such must the course be that to Heaven tends He that the gates of righteousnesse would enter Must still continue constant to his ends And fix himselfe in God as in his center Cleave close to him by faith then move which way Discretion leads thee and thou shalt not stray We never wander till we loose our hold Of him that is our way our light our guide But when we grow of our own strength too bold Vnhookt from him we quickly turn aside He holds us up whilest in him we are found If once we fall from him we goe to ground The Church-wals NOw view the Wals the Church is compast round As much for safety as for ornament 'T is an inclosure and no common ground 'T is Gods freehold and but our tenement Tenants at will and yet in taile we be Our children have the same right to 't as we Remember there must be no glatts left ope Where God hath fenc'd for feare of false illusions God will have all or none allows no scope For sinnes incroachments and mens own intrusions Close binding locks his laws together fast He that plucks out the first puls down the last Either resolve for all or else for none Obedience universall he doth claime Either be wholly his or all thine owne At what thou canst not reach at least take aime He that of purpose looks beside the marke Might as well hoodwinkt shoot or in the darke The Church LAstly consider where the Church doth stand As neer unto the middle as may be God in his service chiefely doth command Above all other things sinceritie Lines drawn from side to side within a round Not meeting in the Center short are found Religion must not side with any thing That swerves from God or else withdraws from him He that a welcome sacrifice would bring Must fetch it from the bottome not the brim A sacred Temple of the Holy Ghost Each part of man must be but his heart most Hypocrisie in Church is Alchymie That casts a golden tincture upon brasse There is no essence in it 't is a lye Though fairely stampt for truth it often passe Onely the Spirits aqua regia doth Discover it to be but painted froth The Church-porch NOw ere thou passest further sit thee down In the Church-porch think what thou hast seen Let due consideration either crown Orcrush thy former purposes Between Rash undertakings and firme resolutions Depends the strength or weaknesse of conclusions Trace thy steps backward in thy memory And first resolve of that thou heardest last Sinceritie It blots the historie Of all religious