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Otia sacra optima fides
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Westmorland, Mildmay Fane, Earl of, 1601-1666.
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the Skies That all the Air 's perfum'd with Spiceries And shall we think when Jealousie and fear Are out of Breath the Day of hope 's not near Doth it not bloom already and untie That stubborn knot of Incredulity When blossomes fall we say our Trees are set But so as may a womb of fruit beget Thus when the clumsie Winter doth incline His candid Icicles for to resigne To Flora's beauty and the Spring drives on T' oretake Maturity's perfection The Cold so tyrannised had o'r blood Is thaugh'd and each enjoyes new livelyhood The Mariner meeting a stress of weather That with his Shrowds and Tackle shakes together His apprehensive thoughts till they are spent And nought but Death and danger represent With what a full Sea of content doth he Making a Coast embrace security These and much more Illustrious Sir become The Issues of your little Martyrdome With whom all good and Loyall hearts did bring Ambitious heat to joyn in suffering For Seas prove calm when as the storm is ore And after Cold warmth is of Comfort more Best Diamonds may have foyles mistakes have gon To blemish yet rais'd disposition More splendid in esteem no more to say You are the Aprill to our future May To Easter Day WElcome Blest Day where on The Sun Not of the Spheres alone Did rise But that of Righteousness who shon Our True-Light was our Sacrifice For 't had been night With us Dark Everlasting Dismall Vaporous Entail'd from our first Parents Appetite Till by the Power and Might Of this Light of the world our Shades took flight Death Hell the Grave That ever Crave And never satisfi'd appear No longer their Dominions have Sithence vanquish'd by this Conquerer Who doth enlighten every faithfull Sphere Now that each Orb consenting prove The while And trulier might feel those comforts move From so Great Light such precious love We must reflect and back recoil To see what either hath in 's Lamp of Oil. For without Doubt Their share is Darkness let their lights goe out And where agen Ones light doth shine through vertues before Men 'T is True Divinity Our Heav'nly Father 's Glorifi'd thereby Soliloquium ad Salvatorem QUid in Me conspicuum Nisi Vitium Peccans ab Originale Non vult adhuc nisi Male Vile Lutum Fit Pollutum Quaenam est conceptio Mentis vana Seu Prophana Verba sed Heu nostra ventis Parent non rationi Mentis Facere nec quidquam lubet De Illo quod Ipse jubet QUid in Tua facie Nisi Gratia Sed qui Tempus antecedit In Tempore Seipsum dedit Sanguine lavare Emundare Ast quod caro factum fuit Verbum instruit Dum quod scriptum est loquutus Qui vinctus solutus Qui pro Illis quos creavit Nulla pati denegavit Verba Facta Cor Correcta Fac sint Qui pro summa Laude Vacuus est ab omni fraude AMEN The true Bread of Life John 6. 48. BRead is the staff of life and life 's the scope Of every mans desier aime and hope Yet He who was the spoil of Death for so The Syriack renders him yeelded thereto And after more than any else e're saw Of Years and Dayes did at the last withdraw To shew the frail condition here beneath Of those who in their Nostrills bear their breath So that compar'd unto Eternall bliss A Shadow Bubble Span all Emblem This Why then should Thoughts be tost to Court such Clay But that Our natures mandate we Obay And may doe so whilst appetite puts on No other garb 'save Moderation The bounty Ceres from her Golden Ear Scatters to bless the painfull Labourer Comes from above too yet when ground and bread 'T is but our Tabernacle 's nourished And that but for a while the Soul must be Beholding to an Other Grainarie Not that which Moses Prayer caus'd to fall To satiate the Israelites withall Nor of such Barley-loaves grew once on earth Wherewith Elisha fed some in a Dearth These might have hunger after but Those blest With the True batch of Life may ever rest So satisfi'd as with the height of store For such shall never need to hunger more But an Eternall life enjoy wherein No dearth or famine is save that of Sin Plenty and Joyes for evermore dispose Themselves to be the Comforters of those And whilst our Faith makes that a life indeed The other seems to trust a broken reed Afflictions sowre that Temporall bread with Leaven Which this is freed of for it comes from Heaven A Carroll WHen we a Gemm or Precious stone have lost Is not the fabrick or the frame Of Fancy busied and each thing tost And turn'd within the room Till we the same Can finde again Is 't not a Martyrdom Doth Vanity affect us so yet are We slumber-charm'd nor can employ A thought that backward might reduce so farre Lively to represent Our Misery Who fell and thus incurr'd a Banishment Shall we leave any corner Reason lends To give sense light unsought untry'd To finde how far our Liberty extends And how refound we were Re-edify'd By th' Shepherd and by th' Son o' th' Carpenter May not this skill and love in him require The white and better stone to Mark And t' raise this time above all others higher Wherein He came though Light Into the Dark For to restore unto Mankinde its sight Most sure it will and where neglect denies To be observant of this Day It proves not onely forfeiture of eyes But all parts seem asleep Or gone astray So 's the house again unbuilt and lost the sheep Tragicomoedia vitae Humanae ORimur Morimur Mors Nativitas simul introcunt Quid ergo Gloria Mundi Istius Verùm Theatrica ingredi Scilicet EgredÃque semper Mos fuit vetus Est etiam hodie erÃtque donec Postrema scena peragenda est in quâ Simul Omnes iterum partes ut agant prodierint Laevaque acies multis Miseriis Finem imponeâ—t suae Tragoediae Dextrum Cornu dum in Choreis Sponsi resoneâ—t Epithalamium Ambo Epilogum Tragicomoediae Narrent dum manet Ambos Conclusio In Horologium MEntitur celeri facilis rota tempora cursu Et properans Tardam praeterit Illa Diem Sic Horam Alatam superet modo Plumbea virtus Cum juvet in stimulos pondere pressa suos Faltere quam facile est dum non sentitur amisso Pondere tarda rota est tempora sed fugiunt O! mihi sic Liceat prudenti Corde fugaces Annumerare Dies ut mihi Pondus erit Sic possem subito vitam disponere seclo Ut renovet Claram Candida sera Diem The Tragicomedie of Mans life HEre One is born and there an Other dies Nativity and Obsequies Enter at once What then is all This worlds Pomp but Theatricall For to come out and to goe in Hath evermore the Custom been And will be till the latter scene Summons