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Divine poems written by Thomas Washbourne ...; Poems. Selections
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Washbourne, Thomas, 1606-1687.; Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696?
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which 't is hard to sail And not be shipwrackt here prophanenesse stands With all it's brood of vices at iâ—s tayle There superstition with its numerous bands Of false traditions 't was the main intent Of our late Pilots between both to steere But froward fate to seamen incident Made them mistake their way for whiles they fear To sink into the gulf of superstition They in the gulfe of profanation fal And in the furious heate of opposition 'Gainst Papists are like to turn Atheists all So some of th' ancient Fathers in dispute Against one heresie did too much bend Unto another and their arrow shoot Besides the mark thus marre what they would mend But cannot we keep in the middle region Except we sink too low or soar too high Is there no moderate temper in religion But we must either scorch'd or frozen die What hath the Church no habitable part Betwixt the torrid and the frozen Zone Nor hath the Churchman learnt as yet the Art O' th' moralist that vertue leans to none Of the extremes but in the center lyes So doth religious Truth if we could find It's track out but the fault is in our eyes That wil not see or rather in our mind That wil not keep the road and safest way Which by the best and wisest men is gone But rather through unbeaten deserts stray Which lead to nothing but confusion O God be thou out Pilot once again Or put some Pharos up that by the light Our ship the Church may saile safe through the main And not be swallow'd by these gulfs i' th' night Upon Lay-mens preaching ART thou offended because thou dost see Eldad and Medad both to prophesie Within the camp although they came not neer The Tabernacle nor inabled were Til th' instant by the Spirit Do not say Moses forbid them rather wish and pray That all Gods people Prophets were for so The meekest man on earth Moses did do But when an Ignoramus shall professe Himself a Prophet and inspir'd no lâ—sse Then Moses or Elias and pretend The Spirit is on him to no other end Then to foment a faction and decry All learning in the University When that Mechanick fellows from their trade Shall Aarons office offer to invade And mount the Pulpit publickly expound The Sacred Scripture though they have no ground For what they say but meerly what proceeds From spleen or fancie so they sow their weeds I' th' furrowes of weak hearts which grow apace Choaking the good seed and the herbs of grace Sowne by the Ministers of God before 'T is time high time that they be bid give o're And that with Joshua we cry My Lord Moses forbid them to abuse Gods word But if both we and Moses silent are And none the madnesse of these Prophets dare Reprove either the simple Asse wil do 't The vulgar sort and spurne them with his foot Scorning to learn of those who nothing know But what they bring from shopboard or from plough Or else let them expect their doome to hear From Gods own mouth which the worst Judgment were These Prophets run yet them I have not sent I have not spoken to them yet they went And prophesied deceits even in my name I am against them therefore to their shame And wil confound all those that lies do teach No more my people do you hear such preach But seek the word at their mouths who are wel Train'd up at feet of learn'd Gamaliel Elisha's double portion do inherit Being call'd both by the Church and by the Spirit Who can my holy mysteries unfold And forth their treasures bring things new and old Who can confirm their truths by strength of reason Mercy and judgment sing each in their season That can their several portions give to all Humble the proud and raise up them that fall Have milk for babes and meat for stronger men Can teach both by their preaching and their pen Prune the luxuriant prop the weaker plants Have fords for lambs and depths for Elephants The men thus qualified are those I send To such and only such you must attend Upon the contrary effects of Tobacco in himself and his friend IS it not wondrous strange that there should be Such different tempers 'twixt my friend and me I burn with heat when I Tobacco take But he on th' other side with cold doth shake 'To both t is Physick and like Physick works The cause o' th' various operation lurks Not in Tobacco which is stil the same But in the difference of our bodies frame What 's meat to this man poison is to that And what makes this man lean makes that man fat What quenches ones thirst makes another dry And what makes this man wel makes that man dye So the same Sun we see hardneth the clay By his reflex but melts the wax away So the same word of God doth Saul convert And softneth his but hardneth Pharaoh's heart What ere the difference of our bodies be Lord let the temper of our souls agree That so thy Word the same effect may have On both of us not to condemne but save Upon a good yeer of Corn and a quick harvest HAve we not had a fruitful yeer of grain Fair weather too to bring it in amaine And shall we not an offering to him pay Who gives us richly all things to enjoy Did not the heathens shew their thankfulnesse To their Corn goddesse Ceres and expresse The same by sacrifices of the best And shal we faile our thanks to manifest To our true God who bears the Christian name O let not us fall short of them for shame But what wil he accept What shal we bring A sheafe of wheat or some such trivial thing That were but paying him in his own coyne A single penny out of his whole Mine We should present the best we can devise A reasonable living sacrifice Our souls and bodies purified from sin That ô that 's it which he delighteth in That is the Corn which Angels shal with joy Reap and into Gods heavenly Barne convey Upon his walking one day abroad when sometimes the Sun shone warm an sometimes the winde blew cold on him THis emblem 's forth the world aright Which now shines on me hot and bright Now it blowes cold on me But ne're wil constant be 'T is just like the weather Hot and cold together One while it mee with many favours crownes Anon it stabs me with as many frownes Why do I then my trust put in it Seeing it varies every minute I may goe court the moon And stop her course as soon As bind the world to stay My faithful friend a day If it be so inconstant I intend To seek out if I can a surer friend But where is he Not here below Where Sun doth shine and wind doth blow But in the heaven above There do I fix my love On one that changeth never Being the same for ever It is my God who is so fast
of a Dove To fly unto the bosome of our Love There we should rest securely from all harmes Embracing and embraced in his armes But what is this behold another sight Two men or Angels rather clad in white Angels Leave gazing thus ye men of Galilee For this same Jesus you shall shortly see Returne again in the same manner as You now beheld him hence to Heaven pass He 's gone but to prepare for you a place Against the time that you have run your race Leave wishing too for wishes will not raise You to the mansions of those endlesse joies Where he resides but let your thoughts all bend In heavenly conversation to ascend Follow his holy steps for so you shall Have your Ascension bodie soul and all Apostles We thank you for your counsel and obey This having said they all depart away Th' Angels to heaven th' Apostles homeward went Expecting when the Spirit should be sent And they endu'd with power from the Lord To save the world by preaching of the Word Upon all Saints day SUch honour have all the Lords Saints that we Keep this day holy to their memorie And reason good for they examples are To us in life and death of vertues rare For though all vertues in some measure met In all the saints as lines i' th' center yet Some special grace in every one did dwel Wherein each one the other did excel Thus Abram for his Faith was most renown'd Job for his singular Patience was crown'd Moses for Meeknesse did all men surpasse Elias for his Zeale most famous was David is for an Upright heart commended Josias for a Tender heart transcended John the Evangelist for Charity And John the Baptist for Austerity Saint Paul for his Humility surmounted When chief of sinners he himself accounted And least of all th' Apostles though indeed For pains and parts he did the rest exceed Peter for Penitence the prize doth bear Who for his sinne shed many a bitter teare Now as their life to us serves for a light So is their death most precious in Gods sight By that we learn to live by this to die By both we come to immortality Since then they are such happy guides wel may We solemnize at least one annual day Unto their honour yet not guiltie be Of superstition or Idolatry When we observe this day we do no more Then reverence them as Saints not them adore God's the sole object of our invocation They but the pattern for our imitation And 't is our prayer alwaies on this day That we their godly living follow may Til we with them at last come to partake Of joyes unspeakable for Christ his sake Whiles thus we celebrate this festival None can us justly superstitious cal To Christ A Poem of Hugo Grot. Sil. lib. 1. p. 10. Translated O Christ which art the head of every thing From whom a better life then this doth spring Thy Fathers measure yet unmeasured Whom whiles that he himself contemplated In his high mind he streams forth light of light And sees himself in 's equal image bright Like whom the world and the worlds guardian man Was made but O he suddainly began To be rebellious his high honour lâ—st And prest with crimes which him most deerly cost Becoming guilty of the greatest pain In this state lay and had for ever laine But that thy Father his case pitying did Give thee who with himself before wast hid Under concealed light eternal love Unto his Church did him to mercy move His truth by dreams he wil reveal no more Nor visions by his Prophets as before But willing now a living Law to make And lasting league with men lo thou didst take A mortal body and a man-like face Yet not begot the way of humane race By filthy lust but thou conceived wast By power divine born of a Virgin chaste Though thou no purple hadst to cloth thee then Bâ—ing newly born nor bands of armed men To compasse thee about and be thy guard Yet Citizens of heaven keep watch and ward And divine Anthems sang about thy stal More royal thus then any Princes Hall The beasts and shepherds thee incircled there Poor but far happier then all Kings they were In that they knew thee thou a new come guest Wert by thy heaven to earth made manifest The Magi stood amaz'd a starre to see Ne're seen before how great say they is he That 's born to honour whom new stars appear Yee â—erie signes of heaven your light forbear Forbeare ye wandring stars and Charls his Wayne To guide the Passengers upon the Maine For through the various waves of things below And life's uncertainties this Star doth show The way not that which unto Babylon brings Proud in the Courts of her Arsâ—oian Kings Nor to the Palaces of Tibur stout Nor to Jerusalem's turrets but points out The Cottages of Bethlehem and the door Of shepherds tents Jewes seek your King no more Amongst the Cornets and the Trumpets sound And th' Arms wherewith mans furie doth surround Himself ye know not wretches as ye be How neer a thing to heaven is povertie How sweet to suffer tel the Parthians now Goe tel the Romans tel your Herod how Hee 'll make the blind to see the lame to walk Hee 'll make the deaf to hear the dumb to talke Hee 'll heal all plagues and sicknesses with ease By 's word not herbs and calm the raging seas Thousands he wil with little food sustain Himself long time with none and raise again The dead make water wine at his command And walk upon the sea as on dry land Let them whom jewels deck let Martial men Try if they can perform the like again These my poor Christ can doe nor doth he cure Bodies alone but minds of men make pure Purges their brests that are possest with sin And heals the plague-sick world which we live in Thus a right way he takes whiles those that stand And mightie are he puls down with his hand Those that are weak and fallen he erects But look what stirrs i' th' heavens What strange aspects And strife of things Whiles so great good in thee Is recompenc'd with hateful crueltie Not by the Sythian or the barbarous men Of Affrick or the north Pole Citizen But by good Abrahams off-spring who alone Of all the nations was thy chosen one Such mischiefe black ambition can do Whiles't being incens'd with pride and hatred too It rages under faigned piety A simple fate thou didst not perish by But as a thief thou di'dst though innocent To undergoe our sin and punishment The sins of all the world did lye on thee Since Adam ate of the forbidden tree From that first hour to this they prest thee all On us those bonds on us those blowes should fall Those sharp black thorns should prick our temple veins The Sergeant should us drag to endlesse pains The nails should pierce our hands the spear our side And we without delay