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A03406
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The gluttons feauer. VVritten by Thomas Bancroft
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Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.
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1633
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from aboue Those from the Mountaine could the cloud remooue And let in sight to mysteries profound Truth is their spirit happinesse their sound There is that Antidote that foyles the graue To cleare eternity there shines the way 'T is by that booke the Almighty Iudge doth saue It is that Port of light that opens day The powerfull influence that doth conuay Life to the soule the happy seed that springes With humblest growth but highest glory brings There may they tast on stony Tables set That precious food that time shall neuer wast Though fiercest Tyranny from Hell were fet And with the world her cruelty should last Where Death stood sentinell this Word hast past And as the sunne but with more heate and light Shall cleare the world nor euer yeild to night There may they see in antique leaues enrowl'd That gracious charter granted from aboue There may they faire Theosophy behold Ennobled by her Serpent and her Doue There may they reach linckt by diuinest loue The sacred vertues as a chaine let downe T' exalt the soule to her celestiall Crowne Great worke of truth whose structure doth excell Canon of iustice that to lowest ground Beats downe the forts of sinne and batters Hell Organ of mercy how for euer bound Is this blest Quire to its celestiall sound That hath repair'd those ruines wrought by pride And all these thrones with Kingly States suppli'd The warbling murmurs of the Siluer floods The numerous swarmes that on fresh Hybla light The whistling gales that fanne th' Arabian woods The Swannes high rapture at his lowest flight Strike not an accent of that sweet delight That in this message of deare Heauen is found Whose euery note doth precious Musick sound Build all by that as by a rule of Gold Their liues faire structure in the mirrour bright Let them the soules each lineament behold And dresse her beauties by that heauenly light Which vnto all that trauell day or night Through the worlds desert to this promis'd land Doth for a cloud and fiery piller stand The lampes of heauen and light ambitious fire Let planet-strooken Persia still adore Nor higher let her sunne-burnt zeale aspire Her Eagles ayd let fighting Thebes implore Fall Babylon her mighty Whale before On monsters Memphis doate and deepe in ground Seeke her greene gods in euery Garden found Let the blinde Ethnickes barr'd from happier lights Thus forge their gods in phansâ—es least diuine And wrong religion with vnhallowed rites Those clearer soules that vnto Heauen encline Must aime at God in his directing line Vnto his precepts must they upright stand Or headlong fall and feele his dreadfull hand As in a straight 'mongst Rockes and Shelues and Sands Is man emplung'd nor happy course can steere But on the mount his great Directour stands Giues him his Word he shall finde safety neaâ—e When if he headlong rush nor care to heare What hope remaines him or what reason why But he should split and wracke and sinke and die God rich in goodnesse doth his bounties showre On euery creature but with ample flood His precious blessing vpon man doth powre Man that vnkinde forsakes that soueraigne good Leaues the sweete Fountaine for th' infectious mud And iustly beares his wraths eternall weight Whose awefull Law his wilfull lust did sleight Deepe in a prison full of wormes and snakes Lies every soule to hopelesse bondage sold But on the Patient God compassion takes And striues to raise her from that noysome sold Where if she faile to fixe her faythfull hold On present ayd what future end remaines Saue endlesse sorrows plagues and woes and paines Then Let thy brethren purg'd from fowle excesse From banefull pride and brutish cruelty To safer paths their needfull steps addresse Let them to Heauens blest oracles apply A chaster eare and fixe a faythfull eye On those high hopes whereof the heauenly Lord Assures the soule by truths eternall Word There flowes that spring that with a current faire Through Rockes of cruelty doth passage find Through Hils of pride through Vallies of despaire Through Vaults of ignorance in darknesse blind Through Mines of auarice with Hell conioyn'd Through euery soile doth happily conuay His precious streames and cleares his narrow way There may they drinke not surfet need to feare And bath securely though in flouds profound 'T is that their sinnes foule leprosie will cleare Will cure the vlcers of their soules vnsound And ' swage the rancour of that festred wound Which the curst Serpent with a banefull sting Did erst inflict on natures tender spring Let them that faire that facile meanes embrace On sacred truth that firme foundation stay And that deare Lord so sweet in gifts of grace That with his loues fresh flowers doth aray The naked world and strewes the Heauenly way Let them aboue the clouds his mercies raise And fill their mouths with his immortall praise Thus if the treasureâ— of their age they spend Lightned of sinne that Heauen cannot sustaine They to these thrones of glory shall ascend But be their dayes extinct in pleasures vaine Whaâ— but eternall darkenesse shall remaine VVhile their loath'd bodies feed the wormie graue Their soules shall waile in that infernall eaue Here in a floud of anguish sadly broke The damned miscreant more deepely drown'd 'Mongst teares and cries and sobbing sorrowes spoke Alasse though Moses should himselfe expound His holiest Lawes they would but sâ—eigâ—â— his â—ound At least no faith no 〈◊〉 would be lenâ—â— On deafned eares is musicke vainely spent How oft the sword of vengeance did we see Brandisht agâ—inst our Luxury and pride Voluptuous surfets lust and tyranny Yet to our hearts all passage still deniâ—d All threats and terrours did our height deride Not all th' Aegyptian mischiefes were of force Our loue-sicke hearts from pleasure to diuorce But from the horrours of this gastly caue Or from those mansions of eternall rest Should some strange Legate lately sent to graue Returne to tell what wretched soules vnblest To deepest plagues and torment were opprest Or what high ioyes their painefull cares repay That vpward striue and keepe the heauenly way Then would they sure their sinfull heart discusse And pierc'd with griefe their wretchednesse lament Had they no hearts but Rockes of Caucasus Fixt in their breasts they could not but relent With melting sorrow for their dayes mispent Should such a messenger such newes relate They would beleeue nor doubt th' eternall State No more reply'd the Father-saint againe Then if blind errour straid from lightlesse Hell With bold delusion should presume to faine What summes of Angels from their stations fell And what vnchang'd in brightest glory dwell How neare the world his finall period hies Or what more deepe in misty darkenesse lies Those sacred sages that to Heauen did lend New light that clear'd all misteries diuine That into leaues did golden truth extend And vnto God drew soules with euery line Haue open set so full so rich a mine Of pretious wealâ—h as
and waile Rais'd high their noise and hideously did wound The eares of Heauen that on the mischiefe frown'd 'Mongst thousand thralls to plagues and tortures sent So wail'd the Epicure more deepe distrest Thrise did he cracke his chaines and thrise he rent The clinging Snakes from off his goary brest What wild despaire could to his thought suggest He taught his rage and thus with flaming breath Gaspt in the panges of euerlasting death O gulfe of horrour poison of my fate O depth of woe that neuer thought could gage O waight of misery O dolefull state How quencht my comfort and how hot this rage Of torment which no pittie doth asswage Ah that a creature frozen in despaire These flames should ' bide and not dissolue to aire Curst that I am how can my heart containe So vast a sorrow will the ioyfull day Of gracious mercy neuer dawne againe Wrackt is my hope and to this desert bay Will my lost comfort neuer find the way Must I for anguish euer howle among These hideous fiends and gnaw this banefull tongue Woe to the authours of this wofull state That poison'd nature with contagious seed Woe to the wombe where first I tooke my fate Why did it not some Snake or Scorpion breed Woe to the nurse did such a monster feed And not some panther from the desert sent That piece-meale might her cursed corps haue rent Woe to the light that first my life descri'd Fate strike each minute of that hatefull day That ominous circuit when the Sunne doth ride Let him in cloudy darkenesse loose his way And to the farthest frozen regions stray That with his heat those Icy mountaines steepe May melting flow and seeme my woes to weepe When first I suckt the poysons of the world Why drew I not destruction from the skies Why were not sheetes of flaming sulphur hurl'd Vpon my cradle nor did mischiefe rise In earthly damps to blast my hatefull eyes That neuer fixt on Heauen how sadly slow Was vengeance arm'd to strike the deadly blow Dread Lord that mounted on the radiant spheares Dost as the dust the cloudy vapours raise Let thy blacke whirlewinde that the Mountaines teares Wracke me at once and drowne these dolefull layes Teare tosse driue loose me in thy stormy waies Thou that mou'st all things vnto nothing turne The cursedst brand that in these flames doth burne Thou that with swiftest embassie dost send The dreadfull lightning from the darkned skie O let thy fierce cloud-bursting vengeance rend Through deepest Hell and in thy tempest flye My fiery soule but straight flash out and dye That I may once more see thy glorious light Though then to vanish into endlesse night Thus all in vaine as 'gainst both tide and wind My sorrow sailes as euery sigh doth driue But of fiue brethren which I left behind VVhose pride and luxury doth mine suruiue VVhat shall become if here they once arriue How sharply will their miseries rebound Vpon my heart and gall each bleeding wound Dearest of Saints that art diuinely stil'd The friend of God befriend his image so As vnto these with worldly soile defil'd To let thy Lazarus with a message goe And vnto them this depth of danger show How for those sinnes that feed their lewd desires I pine thirst burne in these vnquenched fires Let him to light this horrid darknesse bring These sulph'rous floods and fell tormentours rage That they may seeme to feele these serpents sting Let him the glory of Heauens ample stage And beauty blaze that feares no dint of age That burning then with heauenly loue they might These flames preuent and find that blisfull light Natures first light sayd Abraham displaies A sacred shine that cleares the darkest mind And beautifies her sphere with heauenly rayes This be their prospect be they nere so blind They may in her the great Creator find Religions noble seed that rarely growes In fields of flesh in euery brest she sowes She as a volume doth her worke bestow In euery race of creatures drawes a line Each plant her leaues doth for their learning show And not an Asteriâ—ske doth faintly shine In Heauens high front but is a marke diuine No worme weede pebble wants his natiue worth But creepes growes rests to set his Authour forth These roabes of State the high imperiall skies Powdred with Starres what dulnesse doth behold And not the greatnesse of that King descries That in these vestures doth the world enfold Who sees the Sunne enthron'd in burning Gold And not the Father of all heauenly light That doth aduance this mirrour to the sight The wrath of Heauen who feeles and trembles not Who knowes his Armoury with terrors stor'd His Wild-fire Lightning and his Thunder-shot His burning Lance his dart and blazing Sword Kindled and brandisht by his powerfull Word Who heares on high th' embatteled tempests roare And fals not downe the great God to adore Who viewes the Earth in airy ballance waigh'd With all her of-spring on that ample floore With Riuers caruâ—d with Minerals in-laid Who sees the Ocean with his scaly store His watery Mountaines rowling to the shore And doth not thence in high reflection moue A heauenly beame vnto this Throne aboue Those wondrous powers of the subtile soule That with deepe thoughts vnto the center flies But in an instant mounts aboue the Pole And linkes a chaine of causes to the skies May they not learne her to be heauenly wise To know where rest and happinesse are plac'd And thither bend her motion thither hast But that so various â—and so vast a frame As the maine Orbe so many turnes should last Still kept in motion still remaines the same With euery wheele so firme each pinne so fast That not a ioynt is wrench'd nor part displacâ—d How can it not the soule transported mooue To pay the heauenly tributes feare and loue Lik a great Watch whose maker is the Spring Is natures frame that euery shortest houre Should strike the soule and make it loudly ring And sound the praises of th' all-mouing Power That thus inuites her to his heauenly â—ower Thus in each creature like inferiour Kings By picture wooes and all to knowledge brings But his owne Language may thy brethren heare From Heauens high Region doth his voyce resound The Temple and the Synagogues are neare To these alone is their attention bound Plant they their feete vpon the hallowed ground Whence let the flames of ardent zeale arise So shall they cleare their sinnes and climbe the skies Let them the volumes of great Moses turne And learne what high Iehouah did ordaine When to match Heauen the cloudy Mount did burne Thunder and Trumpet did confound amaine Th' embattled terrours that Earth shooke againe Thus to enflame and strike with sacred aw Each mortall brest t' embrace th' eternall Law Let them behold the Prophets heauenly flight Those towering Eagles that their eyes to prooue Pierc'd to the brightest Sunne the Lord of Light That the darke soule illumines