limit what can set a bound Unto thy wandring thoughts a little ground Contains thy body and when thou art dead Thou art contented with a narrow bed O pray for Grace without which all thy store Which should enrich thee will but make thee poore The Anabaptist Ostende Anabaptistam ego ostendam monstrum WHat wouldst thou have a King a Lord a Knight A Bishop Priest are monsters in thy sight No Church nor Altar and no Law must be To dictate but thy conscience unto thee It thou art displeas'd with Lawes Divine and Civil I know not what will fit thee but the Devil Upon the mournful deâ—th of our laâ—e Soveraign Lord Charles the first King of England c. I Read of a Confessor and a King A King and Maâ—tyr is a stranger thing Our Charles was both A King both just and wise A holy Maâ—tyr and sweet sacrifice Thieves did consent to kill the just but why When that the Wolf is Judge the Lamb must dye He went to Canaan for three Kingdoms good Through the red-Sea of his own sacred blood Thus John the Baptist dy'd that holy one Whilst Herod did usurp King Davids throne By his beheading it may well be sed Three Kingdoms by injustice lost their head If ere I shall the ayde of Saints implore Thy Shrine alone good Charles I will adore Lord let my soul unto thy Kingdom come To see King Charls crown'd for his Martyrdom Gods Mercy Nec habâ—t principium quo inâ—hoatur nâ—â— finem quo terminatur THe Sun 's within his Tropicks th' heavens high Within a span the clouds included lye Within the fist the earth that spacious creatâ—re Within a circle is confin'd by Nature But O thou God of Love to thy rich treasure Of endlesse mercy who can find a measure Upon the return of our most illustrious King Charls the second from Flanders to England WElcome bright Starre the prodromâ— of the day With whom the Sun of glory shall display His golden banners and restore the Light Of truth eclipst by an erroncous night He liv'd in exile long and Flanders then Was th' Eagles neast or the true Lions den He past a Sea of troubles and each wave Of grief he flatted with a soul more brave To meet their King the people ran so fast As if each one disdain'd to be the last Such plenteous tears of joy flow'd every where That some in England did a deluge feare They did such piks of wood in London burn That many thought it would to Ilion turn Those fires are ended but the flames of love Unto our King shall everlasting prove Long live King Charles so long till wise men see His years as many as his vertues be Then he 'le outlive old Nestor whose glasse ran Before 't was spent through the third age of man Upon the Lords Prayer Clavis Calâ— THe sacred Prayer of the eternal Word Doth greater comfort to my soul afford Tiran all the pâ—ayers made by humane Aâ—t Those I have read but this I have by heart It is my constant prayer and the best Like rich perfume to sweeten all the rest Winter Charitas frigescit Spark not to me of Frizland on the cold And gâ—lid Clymats of the North I hold There can no greater frostâ— or Winâ—er be 〈◊〉 â—â—d heart that 's cold in â—â—aritâ— O shine thou Sun of glory and impart Thy gracious heat to thaw my frozen heart Upon the Right Honorable the Lord General George Monk Duke of Albemarle Qui lumen pietatis slumen liberalitatis fulmen belli HEre is our glorious Atlas who doth bear Our heaven up and keep our hearts from fear His merit is beyond reward whose mind To high attempts by Nature is confin'd Some Merchants have by their adventures bold Enricht this Land with precious pearl and gold Yet none but Royal Monk could ever bring So rich a treasure as our gracious King Herculean labours were but twelve here 's one That hath an hundred labours undergone He nere was rash nor did the hasty hand But a wise heart his active sword command Judgment and valour live in him as fair Rebecca's sons did in one womb despair Could nere attempt him for his nobler mind Did soar above the reach of storms and wind This good Centurion doth not love to change His garment of Religion nor to range Through Groves of fancies he 's a fixed star To beautifie the Church and seat of war He is descended from a Royal line Not from the Bramble but the slately Pine The glory of the Wood his vertues be The Symptoms of his true Nobilitie He is in vertues rich in merits high So let him happy live so let him die REPENTANCE Vnicum necessarium REpentance is the key for rich and poor To lock up Hell and open Heavens door When like the Dove our wandring souls have left The Ark of God and when we are bereft Of safety and relief all help is vain But by repentance to return again One tear for sin yields to the soul relief More than a fountain shed for worldly grief The Vine drops tears which well the face may cleer But never beautifie the soul Repentance here Must be the spring which makes us seem so bright As if we were transfigur'd into light WORLDLY WEALTH Natura paucis contenta WEalth unto every man I see Is like the Bark unto the Tree Take from the Tree the Bark away The naked Tree will soon decay Lord make not me too rich nor make me poor To wait at rich mens tables or their door Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Aspice venturo laetentur ut omnia saeclo OUr Solomon is crown'd A Crown will share Not more of honour to his head than care He wore as the great King of Heaven would A Crown of Thorns before his Crown of Gold Thus children whom the Lord intends to bless Go to their Canaan through the Wilderness CHARLS by the grace of God wise men foresee Greater than Charls the Great in time shall be Almost to death unhappy England bled And liv'd a Monster long without a Head The Kingdom swallow'd up the Commonwealth And England which was sick is now in health Her Merchants shall bring gold and pearl and spice To make this Garden rich as Paradise And unto Caesar our most gracious King Great Nations shall their humble Presents bring Kings were neer Fountains crown'd as Writers show Because from them as from pure Fountains flow Our wealth health honour If the Head be ill By sympathy the Body suffer will We may as well live without air or fiâ—e Or bread and water which we all require As live without a King because the King Is like the Sun which maketh every thing To grow and flourish He 's the Stern to guide Our wandring ships through every wind and tide The Kings's our Nursing Father and the Queen Gur Nursing
their pure and rich attire God seeds the Raven which noâ— reap nor sow By these Gods gracious providence I â—now When lo the lofty hills I lift mine eyes I speak of heaven in soliloquies The stream whose constant motion never stays Argues the swift Procession of my days i travel to my grave till life is done As rivers do unto the Ocean run When I behold the Lark't advance her wing And to our God a thankful Anthem sing I check my nature and can do no lesse Than tax my self of dull unthankfulnesse Such holy raptures with my soul agree When in the world I from the world am free The further I from wordly men remove I draw the neerer to the God of Love The Virgin Mary From henceforth all generations shall call me blessed MOst blessed is thou sonne of man the breast Which thou didst suck the chast womb is blest Which bare thee when thou didst our nature wed No sinful lust defil'd thy marriage bed None was so gracious as the Virgin Mary Gods holy Temple and his Sanctuary As fathers hold her blessing did consist More in beleeving than in bearing Christ Old age Delirium naturae VVHen we are young and do enjoy the spring Of pleasant youth we laugh we dance we sing And think old age which is so cold so soure Will never come to blast our youthful flower As some dark cloud invades the sky so fair And by degrees obscures the clearest air Old age thus creepeth on and turnes our light Or Summer's day into a winter night Our Limmes are turn'd to ice our hair to snow Our windows dark and dull our feet are slow Our Roses languish and our Lilleys fade Our wine is sour'd our pleasures bitter made Joves tree the sturdy oake the Cedar tall In length of time are forc't to stoop and fall Remember God whilst thou art young and he When thou art old will sure remember thee Upon the golden Grove in the County of Carmarthin the habitation of the Right Honorable the Lord Vauhan Earle of Carbery now Lord President of the Marches of Wales IF I might where I pleas'd compose my nest The golden Grove should be my constant rest This curious fabrick might make us believe That Angels there or men like Angels live I must commend the out-side but within Not to admire it were almost a sin Of fertile ground the large circumference With admiration may confound the sense Which ground if things were rightly understood From Paradise came tumbling in the Flood And there the water left it therefore we Find here of pleasures such varietie Wise Nature here did strive and witty Art To please the curious eye and longing heart The neighbouring river Towyd oth oreflow Like pleasant Nilus the rich Meades below Hence come great store and various kind of fish So good as may enrich the empty dish Fowles thither flock as if they thought it fit They should present themselves unto the spit Here gardens are compos'd so sweet so fair With fragrant flowers as do perfume the air Hard by a grove doth stand which doth defeat Cold winter storms and the dry Summers heat Their merry birds their pleasant Carols sing Like sweet Musicians to the wanton spring There are parks orchards warrens fish ponds spring Each soot of ground some curious object brings There lives a noble Earl free just and wise In whom the Elixer of perfection lyes His heart is good as balsome pure as gold Wise as a Serpent as a Lion bold The righteous is confident as a Lion Pro. 28. THe guilty conscience feares when there 's no fear And thinks that every bush containes a beare When none persues the wicked flyes and still Distractions alter his confused will The righteous man sits in his peaceful chair Secure from fears and free from black dispair His resolution like a Uirgin pure He keeps unspotted and can well endure The burden of affliction for the crosse Makes trial whether he be gold or drosse The righteous shelter'd under heavens wing Like the three children in the fire may sing For God will bâ—oach the rocks and Manna rain He 'le bring the quailes together to sustain His chosen people Lions hunger may And want but he that â—reads a vertuous way Shall never feare a famine God is able In the wild desarts to prepare a table The Devil will destroy the flesh infect The world deceive unlesse that God protect Vpon the Right Honourable Lady the Lady Mary Beauchamp of Edington in the County of Wilts Romana vivit clarior Iliâ A Dwaâ—fe may on a giant look and I May speak of her whose merits are so high Count all the various flowers of May declare Of stars what number by creation are This may be sooner done than you can tell What sacred vertues in this Temple dwell Would you find bounty or do you desire To see Religion in his best attire Would you know meeknesse charity and love Which are the touchstones that our faith doth prove These vertues are included in her breast Like precious Jewels in a golden chest Her kinred neighbors tenants and the poor Yea strangers do frequent and blesse her door Twixt her and Saints I do no difference know But this they are above and she below And if all had so pure a mind as she Heaven on earth and earth would heaven be Upon the honourable Gentlewoman Mrs. Jane Lane who was by Gods providence a most happy Instrument to convey our Soveraign Lord King Charles out of the hands of Rebels from England to Holland HAve you observ'd the sun sometimes to shroud His glorious head and lustre in a cloud Thus God was pleas'd to hide our gracious King Under a woman's most auspicious wing 'T is strange a woman could so silent be In things of moment and great secresy She was the weaker vessel God thought fit To make her weak in strength but strong in wit To save her Countrey Holofernes head Brave Judith cut off on his wanton bed But many traytorous hands did vex this Nation Which Jane cut off by Charls his preservation Let noble Ladies sing and Virgins dance Before this Judith our deliverance Praise God for this High-work and be content To honor her as Gods great instrument No fading garland of sweet flowers or bayes Shall crown her head but everlasting praise GRACE 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SInne like a gyant doth encounter me Nor am I from his proud controulment free To kill this great Goliah gracious King 〈◊〉 thy grace instead of Davids sling Jordan may help and Siloam's poole may cure Carnal diseases but thy fountaine pure Of saving grace when I do faint or pine Doth heal my soul without fine oyl or wine Grace is the shield of my defence the light Which guides my feet through this dark vale of night When friends and riches leave me that alone Conducts me from the grave to heavens throne I fear no Devils through Gods grace nor men No firie oven nor
a shrew could any yet impart Upon a Gentlewoman with a bad face but a good and pious mind HERE Uertue is eclipst and I do find Her face a mask unto her fairer mind Thus Diamonds in rocks as story tells And precious pearls are found in oyster-shells In this dark Lanthorn burnes a lamp most bright Under this cloud there is a glorious light Sweet vertues sparkling from her soul divine Will break forth through the thickest clouds and shine Nature in framing her her skill forgot When she should fairly write shee did but blot Her outside she composâ—d of sturdy buffe But grace hath lind her with more precious stuffe Nature and Grace in her could not agree The one was sparing and the other free The Harlot Pestis Reipublicae THE Harlot is the broad way unto hell A laborinth a ditch a poisnous well She is a nightly glow-worm Canker'd brasse A common Inne a sink a broken glasse Her love is lust her lover is a slave Her arms are setters and her bed a grave She doth perfume her wanton lips and hair When her corrupted breath infects the air Some fool will venture for a wanton kisse As Eve did for an apple heavens blisse Thus children for a nut will part with gold Thus Esau for some broth his birth right sold Use thy own fountain stollen waters please Lascivious minds and breed the souls disease Ad vere pium colendiffimum virum Johannem Gibs armigerum Jurisconsultum legis divinae humanae scientissimum Anno Domini 1658 MEns tua divino splendescet lumine cernis Accessit sacrae quanta ruina domo Gloria quam brevibus ditissima labitur horis Nec manet in centro firma tenâ—xque suo Fâ—lsus honor fragilisque fugacibus avolatalis Sordet in medio saepe corona luto Mutatis pereunt fulgentia lilia formis Splendorem retinet nâ—c rosa blanda suum Nunc minuit crescit nunc pleno Cynthia cornu Ambigui sluit resluit unda sali Sic vita est variis obnoxia casibus hora Nemo sit ingrati quid ferat una mali Continet in numeras Nâ—ptum-littus arenas Mustarum aestivo est plurima turba die Arboribus variae sunt frondes graminaterrae Tot mala tot morbi corpora nostra premunt Nunc caeto ridens summaque salute triumphans Cras movet in maesto languida membra toro In caelis aeterna dies aeteâ—â—a voluptas In terris vanâ— est gloria pictus honos The Wish Hoc est summum mei caputque voti A Little house a quiet wife Sufficient food to nourish life Most perfect health and free from harm Convenient cloths to keep me warm The liberty of foot and mind And grace the ways of God to find This is the summe of my desire Until I come unto heavens quire Upon the most beautiful hospitable and Iugenuous Gentlewoman Mrs Blanch Morgan of the Therow SOme fragant flowers the smell some trees the sight Do much content some pearls are wondrous bright There 's not so sweet a flower so sair a tree So pure a gemme in all the world as she Some Ladies humble are and some are wise Some chast some kind some fair to please the eyes All vertues do in her like stars appear And make a glorious constellation there Ad magni honesti nominis virum Edmundum Jones Armigerum Jurisconsultum optima scientia conscientia praeditum Anno Domini 1656. INtimas sundens animae querelas Proximas tristis spacior per undas Et meis plenum sluit ex ocellis Flumen aquarum Cum domum sacram video ruentem In lâ—to faedis maculis not andam Distrabor curis misero laborans Vulnere mâ—ntis Templa clauduntur penitus relicta Parcius sanctis precibus beata Et silet stulte timidi prophetâ—ae Buccina verax Haeresis penna volitat superba Fascinans mentes populi cadueas Veritas lucem fugiens silenti Nocte vagatur Te scio verae Cupidum salutis Vineam multùm coluisse sanctam Nulla spes lucri potuit fidelem Flectere mentem Firma mens nullas metuens procellas Petra ceù fortis stetit heù â—imores Negligis vanos memoratque coeli Caetera calcas Seculum soelix brevitèr suturum Nuncio lumen sequitur tenebras Claritas solis properatque caecam Pellere noctem Fasting Jejunavit Christus non per necessitatem sed per dispensationem ut ostenderet quà m bonum sit Jejunium FULL Barrels make no sound nor can they pray With perfect love who banquet all the day Fasting extenuates sin it doth controul And check the lustful motions of the soul Fasting doth make our prayers flame more high And prayer doth our fasting sanctifie To fast from meat my body shall begin And then my soul shall soâ—ner fast from sin Thy Saints and Angels Lord nor drink nor eat Receive my soul and I will use no meat Thou art the Well and bread of life on thee I 'le feed with Heavens blessed Hierarchy In serenissimi nominis virum Jacobum Scudamore Armigerum qui verae nobilitatis vivax exemplar nec non ditissimus est liberalitatis Nilus ECcè virtut is speculum supremae Alta cui mens est vari is beata Gratiae donis placidique plena Munere coeli Divitum multis premitur catervis Paâ—peres vultu recipit benigno Januam servans paâ—ulam locumque Pluâ—â—bus umbris Spiritus mitis dominatur intùs Non mâ—lo pictus genio tumescit Nec sames auri studiosa mentâ—m Possidet aequam Donâ— fortunae malefida blandae Despicit virtus animum gubernat Prodigum mundi properatqueâ—ummum Scandere coelum Haereses odit nimiùm profanas Tramitem rectum gradiens salutis Transigat longos prâ—cor quietos Nâ—storis annos Baptism Baptismus Johannis â—rat in spe ad poenitentiam baptismus Christi erat revera ad remissionem peccatorum THE Baptism of water a good thing Common to all cannot salvation bring The Baptism of fire and the Holy Ghost Must make us live or else our life is lost Baptize me Lord if thou shalt think it good With fire and with the baptism of blood Sickness Omnes sani facilè aegrotis consilium damus ASK me no more Which is the greatest wealth Our rich possessions liberty or health For riches freedome without health to me Make but sad musick without harmony Rust eateth Iron and the finest cloth Is spoil'd and fretted by the envious moth Through sickness strength and beauty fade away As when a cloud obscures the fairest day Each sickness is Gods prison and more sad Than any which cruel Tyrants had When the sore gout doth but possess the toe Where is thy former liberty to go A golden Crown can no great comfort be When th' head is troubled with a plethorie Call for delicious Quails Canary Wine The finest Bread or Manna more divine These to thy palate will distastful prove When nothing can thee to disgestion move Much more diseases will in man appear Than
die to morrow Life is to him no joy nor yet a sorrow Hell Qui per malam vitam negligit â—oelâ—m per justiâ—â—am Dei cadit in Infernum GOOD Lord deliver me from hell where grief Is without end and pain without relief In this dark dungeon damned spirits lâ—e Where the foul woâ—m of conscience doth not die Nor fire go out where the most wretched soul Doth but in vain for pardon cry and houl Here they do gnash their teeth they spend sad teaâ—s Full of distractions horrid thoughts and fears From Gods sweet presence from eternal light From holy Angels and from Saints delight Fâ—om heavens glory now they banisht are What torment is this no man can d clare If after twenty thousand years of pain And thousands more the damn'd were sure to gaâ—n A pardon and come out this grant would be Some comfort to them in their misery But there is no such hope the Judgement 's past And cannot be revok'd the gate is fast And never can be opened who can tell What dreadful lamentations are in hell I know that heaven is above but how Or where hell stands Lord let me never know The prosperity of the wicked Vt paupert as bonorum est beata sic prosperit as impiâ—rum est maledicta SOmetimes the wicked flourish like the bay Which still keeps green when better trees decay Have you observ'd how little streams do swell And rise above their banks and then have fell And sunk into their Channels so we know Base men have risen high then fallen low That Kingdom is in an unhappy case Where Cedars fall and shrubs possess their place With joy and pleasure Upstarts climb the hill Again they tumble down against their will Those men do much mistake who only measure A Christians welfare by his worldly treasure An Angel hath no gold no beasts nor land And yet he is not poor his wealth doth stand In better things although the just mans store Is small he hath enough and needs no more God doth his grace instead of wealth impart And with contentment doth enrich his heart The bad mâ—ns wealth with discontent doth dwell His heaven is but interm'xt with hell Be not in love with gold a golden purse Is without grace no blessing but a curse The Martyr Martyrium est baptismus sanguinis SOme in gay feathers do the Peacocks play While 't is fair weather and a sunny day But when 't is clouded and the storms begin Like fearful snails they keep their horns within Pure fountain-Fountain-water doth most heat contain The winter time Good men in greatest pain And hardest times or dangers valiant prove And do express the greatest heat of love A Christian from his faith will never start If thousands should present and fire his heart He loves not life life is to him a pain He fears not death death is to him a gain He dies a Saint for truth who spends his breath The cause proclaims a Martyr not the death The blood of Martyrs is the fruâ—tful seed Which being sown doth still more Christians breed The DEVIL Monstrum horrâ—ndum informe ingens cui lumen ademptuâ— GOD bless me from the Devil â—oe to man If God rules not that great Leviathan Dâ—â—k soggy mists he câ—sts before our eyes To make us credit his phantastick lyes His greatest proffers are but painted toyes 〈◊〉 thâ—ough with grief and onely fac'd with joyes With pleasant potions and with sugred pilâ—â— The Devil tempts his patient when he kills He tempted David with Bathsheba fair Jâ—das with silver-pieces whom despair Brought to perdition with a beauteous face He brought two wanton Elders to disgrace With Naboths vineyard Achab he beguil'd So he with blood his guilty hands defil'd He cozen'd Achan with a wedge of gold Eve with an apple No man can unfold His various tricks he knoweth when to fish What bait you love what things you chiefly wish Three ways he useth most Wine women wealth By which he creeps into the heart by stealth Resist him at the first he 'll flie away Get but the morning and you have the day The Sinners Petition Non opus est misericordia ubi non est peccatum AFter some sick and tedious hours of night The Patient longs for the approaching light The thirsty Deer doth panting run and look Desiring to find out the water-bâ—ook So pants my soul and sighs and longs to see Thy saving health to make thy servant free How am I circled with thick clouds of sin And still a thred of vain delights I spin The Sun of glory these daâ—k clouds can chase And cleer me with the beauty of his face Wash Lord my scaâ—let sins that knowest how To make me wâ—â—teâ— than the â—lâ—eâ—e of snow Remember not my rash and ill spent youth When I could fancy lyes and hate the truth Those sins are wormwood now and bitter gall My pleasures then I now my sorrows call I creep unto thy gate and do implore Thy gracious love to cure my cankred sore Receive me in although I come so late Thou hast the keyes to open heavens gate A Hymn HEar me thou God of my delight Me inspire with thy fire Pure and bright Cleer my face with thy grace Turn I pray night to day With the beams of thy glorious light My waters calm and cure me with thy balm Have in store for my sore Some redress Rid my fears wipe the tears Which mine eyes do surprise And me with thy pleasures bless Great King break not a bruised reed Give me bread to be sed At my need Call to mind Loâ—d how kind Christ thy Son me hath won When his â—recious side must bleed Keep me fâ—om thrall and let me never fall Into woe lâ—st my soe May be glad Let thy wing comfort bâ—ing To my â—â—nd when I find My soul in her â—â—â—rning 〈◊〉 All laud unto the glorious King Whose great love we may prove By each thing Heart and voice shall rejoyce And my breath unto death Shall harmonious Anthems sing Lord when I die let my spirit flie To thy throne where alone Thou dost raign Perfect health and true wealth Quiet peace never cease In thy Kingdom there 's no pain Glory unto the Father be To the Son it be done Equally Praise and boast th' Holy Ghost With thy power every hour One true God in Persons three Now 't is even as heretofore it was And shall be certainly Evermore His great light hath no night Nor can he changed be But remains as he was before Drunkenness Elrietas brevis est insania USE golden Temperance that anchor may In greatest floods thy boat that wanders stay Who drinks too much and doth in tâ—verns dwell May want a drop to cool his tongue in hell Poâ—ts write of Men transform'd to bâ—asts if true I do believe they were some Drunken â—â—ue No Wolf no Ass more fierce more shameless can Or careless be than is a drunken man Lust murder folly falshood anger pride Possess foul
which no order know Drones knaves and fools for Church-preferment look Those fish and catch it with a silver hook Such Workmen in Christs Vineyard will I fear More shame the work than help good labourers there The Priesthood is a holy Sacred thing Deriv'd from Christ both Prophet Priest and King This pearl is fit for Merchants that can tell The use thereof and know the value well Let not this rich and precious oyle be shed Or pour'd on any but wise Aaron's head The wise men came with reverence to Christs stable But fools will come without it to his table Those must have perfect eyes that guide the blind Who sin corrects should have the purest mind Those must have skill in Musick that can sing One of the Songs of Sioâ— to the King Christ once had need but cannot now abide Unto the Temple on an Ass to ride God doth inflame his Priests with Sacred fire And them he doth with different gifts inspire Some wound some heal our sores some weep some sing Some thunder Judgements some glad-tydings bring No Souldier will prepare himself to fight Unless the Warlick Trumpet soundeth right Then Prelate be not rasht ' impose thy hand The Holy Ghost is not at thy command The Merciful Samaritane NO balm from Gilead no Physitian can Heal me but Christ the true Samaritan When I am sick and when my wounds are foul He hath his oyle and wine to clense my soul My sins the thieves which wounded me have bin Help Lord conduct me to thy peaceful Inn. The poor Widows mite OUR Saviour did prefer the Widows mite Before the rich mens gifts God takes delight More in the heart than hands and he doth measure How great our love is not how much our treasure Give all thy full possessions but thy love Thy gift will an abomination prove Love makes cold water wine small actions great And without love no bounty is compleat Upon the sad departure of the right reverend Father in God and the most learned Prelate William Nicolson from Caermarthin in South-Wales to his Bishopick of Gloucester Sol vespertinas discedens duplicat umbras Quanta sed abscessum est umbra sequuta tuum THE light which did direct us will appear Or shine no more in our dark Hemisphear We lost a Shepherd which could wisely keep The Fox and Wolf from preying on the sheep His Catechism is in doctrine sound In language sweet in learning most profound This he hath left behind him and we look On nothing more than on his serious book He made his Farewel-Sermon ne're was known More grief than now in Prophet Mertin's town He utter'd many words unless fame lyes More tears by far flow'd from the peoples eyes For Gloucesters Reformation God thought fit To use his faithful pains and holy wit And if he can by wholesome doctrine bring These in obedience to the Church and King It will a greater miracle be thought Than any of the old Apostles wrought His godly presence doth make others live In peaceful joy his absence makes us grieve Upon the much honoured Gentleman John Delahay of Alltrynis Esq Conspicuae virtutis amor dominatur in illo Non magnus fieri sed studet esse bonus AN old Philosopher with a Candle ran About the streets to find an honest man Had he liv'd now and met with him I swear He had been pleas'd to stay his journey there Or if he had refused him for one He might in vain through all the world have gone Upon the Worshipful Milborn Williams Esq Son to that most excellent Knight Sir Henry Williams of Gwernivet Magnorum haudquaquam indignus avorum 'T Is my ambition to remember those Whose vertuous minds their actions do disclose Some men like owls cannot behold the light Nor judge of colours be they black or white Such I neglect and write of those who can Discern a Picture from a living man His knowledge is not weak nor judgment dull But strong and bright like Câ—â—tbia in the full His gentle nature is so free so fair So full of sweetness as the purer air He beaâ—s an humble mind and knoweth well That by ambition holy Angels fell He was so zealous for the Kingly cause As old Judge Jenkins for the Kingdoms Laws To number the bright stars requires lâ—ss pains Than all the vertues which his heart contains To cut his thred of lifâ— when Fates agree A great Eclipse in Brecknock-shire will be DEATH Omnibus haec calcanda viâ— est WElcom sweet Death I love thy cold embracâ— The rich and bad cannot endure thy sâ—â— Life is a passage unto Death and Death An entrance into life When no â—al bâ—eaâ—h Is once expir'd to live then we beginâ— Which life secures us both from death 〈◊〉 Conceive a precious pearl involv'd in clay Which can its lustre by no means display So doth the brighter soul imprison'd lie In this black dungeon of obscurity Nor shall its glory shine until 't is free From the dark clouds of dull mortality To come into the world one way we have A thousand ways to hasten to the grave The day of Death is secret kept that we Might every day suspect that day to be As I am not asham'd to live so I Can never truly be afraid to die O Death O watchful Death thou look'st for me I am prepar'd O Death and look for thee Magnae honestatis virtutis viro Thomae Williams Armigero Causidico longe optimo Canticum familiare VIr egregie mundum vides Nec non inconstantiam rides Quanta est mutatio rerum Nihil tenax nihil verum Hodiè regnans in pallatio Debellatur brevi spatio Hodie Princâ—ps in honore Cras est servus in timore Transit nubes siae moraÌ„ Transit viâ—ae brevis bora Ciâ—â— fracta est aquae bulla Diù mauet aet as nulla Nos imbelles nihil sumus Nisi umbra nisi fumus Dum in terris ambulamus Ad sepulchrum properamus Ambio nullos ego honores Multi premunt me dolores Plorans tristis hic anhelo Nemo felix nise in coelo Simeon's Song Lord now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word SOme when they die blaspheme and some are mad Some curse and swear some desperate are some sad But no distraction racks the just mans mind No strange conceits his understanding blind Out of this life so God his servant calls As when the Infant into slumber falls When Simeon had enricht his blessed eyes With seeing Christ the world he did despise He dy'd in peace and like a Swan did sing Before his death an Anthem to the King Christ like a Lamb did die whilst you have bâ—eath Pray for a quiet and a peaceful death Upon the Worshipful and much deserving Gentleman John Jeffreys of Abâ—rcuâ—rick Esquire Nondum mutatus äb isto Hectore qui quondam CAn silence fit the present stage or dare Our tongues be silent where such merits are His actions are too great
Mind so brave If Nature's stock were wholly spent Here Beauty might again be lent T' enrich the world because that she Hath Beauty's sole Monopoly She like a lively Spring oreflows And daily in perfection grows The Leper IAm a filthy Leper from my head Unto the foot with scurf of sin o're sâ—read I want no art or help to cleanse my skiâ— The stream may wash my body not my sin Lord let the Jordan of thy grace restore My perfect health and let me sin no more An Epitaph upon my beloved Daughter Susanna Watkyns who was born upon Ashwednesday 1655. and dyed the 5. of August 1658. HEre lies a pleasantRose rash Death thought good To take and crop it in the tender bud God is a Husbandman who doth remove His younger plants to make them better prove She for her mornings work shall have her pay Equal with those that labour'd all the day Ashwednesday she was born for her I mone Because she is so soon to Ashes gone Hic noster dolor est hic nostri germen amoris Hic Rosa slos campi gemma sepulta jacet Upon the most pious and learned Work intituled Davids Harp strung and tuned being a brief Analysis of Davids Psalms with devout Prayers and Meditations on each Psalm Composed by that Orthodox most learned and excellently qualified Prelate William Nicolson Lord Bishop of Gloucester VVHen David on his skilful Harp did play Saul was refresht the Devil fled away Sure David with the Harp did sing a Psalm Which did King Saul's fanatick nature calm The Psalms are Davids Harp now plaid upon And tun'd by Englands chief Musition He handles Davids Harp and playes so well That where 't is heard no sad distractions dwell With the wise Prophet he doth well dispence â—y clearing not by changing of the sence Have you observ'd how the laborious Bee Doth feed on flowers of all varietie And thence pure honey doth extract and we Receive much profit from her Treasurie So he hath travel'd through the fruitful field Of Davids Psalms which like rich flowers do yield Pleasure and profit to judicious men Who will admire the sweetness of his pen. On every Psalm each holy Meditation And Prayer merits heavens approbation Who meditates or prayes so well as he From sin from Satan and from hell is free Here thou may'st learn to write and learn to pray Here thou may'st learn to think on heavens way Upon a most pious and learned Exposition of the Apostles Creed by the same right reverend Father in God William Nicolson Lord Bishop of Gloucester HE that desires to tract the Sacred way Which leads to heaven soon shall go astray Uâ—nless he hath a perfect rule or line Safely to guide him through all paths divine All is involved in th' Apostles Creed Which sinners do unto salvation need Twelve Articles of faith the Creed contains Which are explain'd by his laborious pains He lean'd with John on Christs own bosome thence He suckt deep knowledge which he doth dispence Unto the world to open heavens door Use but this key and you shall want no more The two Books above mentioned written by the Bishop of Gloucester are to be sold at the Crown in Fleet-street Ambition exemplified in the Parable Judg. 9. THe trees would chuse a King they all agree The Olive should their King elective be The Olive would not her rich fatness leese To be promoted over all the trees The Vine would not be King to lose her wine Which doth all hearts rejoice all wits refine The Fig-tree much did of her sweetness boast And would not reign to have her sweetness lost At last the Bramble doth intrude and would Though most unfit the Royal Scepter hold With vain ambition those do never swell In whom high gifts of grace and nature dwell Ambition spurs the bad by some sad fate Who many times usurp the Chair of State To row their Boats for wind and tide they watch And at Promotion like the Bramble catch Ambition moves me not my self I yield To be the meanest flower in all the field Yet from preferment I 'le not turn aside Nor go on foot when God doth bid me ride The Conclusion THese Poems so compendious I presume No time no fire nor envy shall consume Those Hero's writ of in this Book shall be A President to all Posterity Nature a short life gave them this will give A second birth and make them ever live BReconium quondam veteres coluere Silures Terra bona est mala gens litigiosa sagax Hic domus est angusta mihi cum stramine tecta Pastor sum templi Barnace sancte tui Sed natale solum est soelix Heresordia longà Villâ sub nigro Monteque nâ—tus eram Proverbial Sentences 1. A Hood makes not a learned Monk they err Who think a Beard makes a Philosopher 2. Some cross the Seas to gain more wit we finâ— They only change the air but not the mind 3. All is not gold that glisters painted glasâ— With fools and children for true peaâ—l may pass 4. Who riseth up and prays not turnâ— the light Or natural day into spiâ—itual night 5. Ice will convert to water Man to dust Young men may die but Old men die they must 6. Be merry Maids you cannot Husbands lack For every Gill there is an equal Jack 7. A man which falleth in a dirty way The fouler is the longer there he 'll stay 8. An hundred weight of sorrow will not pay One pound of debt to clear the Serjeants way 9. He that hath many children it is known That all his morsels cannot be his own 10. He that hath spice enough within his fist His cup of drink may season as he list 11. Who hath a Fox to be his mate must set Or at his girdle hang a constant net 12. Who hath one Hog doth make him fat and he Who hath one Son makes him a fool to be 13. Who lets his wife go unto every feast And lets his horse of every water taste Hâ— shews but little wit for all his life He 'll have a horse that 's bad and so a wife 14. Who hath the better game doth fear the end Who hath the worse doth hope the game may mend 15. Iâ— that thou do'st desire to know a Knave 〈…〉 him a staff and let him power have 16. Who climbs the highest hill above shall find More frequent storms and greatest force of wind 17. He pulls with a long rope who first must wait Anothers death before he hath his bait 18. He that to market sends an idle fool Must follow him and let his porredge cool 19. Who hath a Wolf for his companion can Never do well without a Dog his man 20. A cheerful look doth much content a guest And makes a homely dish a dainty feast 21. When holy Prayers at the Church are done Forsooth my Lady 's ready then to come 22. An antient wise man's shadow or his word Is better far than a
Let him be alwayes merry never sad Of Head-ach caus'd by the foul Stomack Sharp humors in the stomack oft abound And chiefly in its mouth from whence are found Foul vapours to ascend the sick would fain â—omit he feels a sharp and gnawing pain You must now things to the head apply To purge the stomack is the Remedy Of Head-ach by Drunkenness Hot wines strong drinks with vapours fill the brain If that the brain be hot the more 's the pain A vomit's very good then sleep and rest Amongst all medicines this is counted best Of the Windiness of the Stomack Phlegmatick humors we by reason find Oft in the stomack do ingender wind And sometimes windiness is caus'd by meat Dissolv'd to vapours through the want of heat They that are thus diseas'd do stretch and swell The pain doth in the back and belly dwell If that the Patient 's bound a purge is good Whâ—ch may expell the sleâ—m and clense the blood â—oâ—le grains in good strong water for I think Againâ—t all wiâ—d this is an excellent drink The Yellow Jaundes This sickness stops the gaul or spleen with great Combustion in the liver and strong heat A yellow colour of the skin and eyes With grief doth in the spleen and liver rise The juyce of hore-hound will afford relief With thy own urine to expell this grief Turmerick and Honey Saffron well compound With Treacle to make thy body sound Or else the dung of Goats to powder beat And drink 't three dayes to render health compleat The Dropsie The Dropsie is a water bred with in Betwixt the bowels and the tender skin Which clasps about them which disease indeed From coldness of the liver doth proceed The belly swells the colour is not good The Patient is compel'd to loath his fâ—od With juyce of Plantain fill some pot and bind About the pot a linnen cloth then find And lay some ashes on the cloth the fire It must abide until the halâ— expire Drink some each moâ—n This hath been known and seâ—n To cure the wâ—â—rish Dropsie and the Spleen Of the Stone in the reins of the Bladder Some gross and naughty humors putrifie Within the bladder which great heat doth dry Small gravel in the urine you may find Pains in the bladder to afflict the mind Anoint the yard with Fox-blood and the stone Will soon dissolve this is a practice â—nown Nine Ivy berries in warm wine receive This drink the Patient never did deceive Beat Snails to â—owder or few egg-shells dry'd Powder'd and drunk have bin thought good and try'd Of Garlick seeth some seven heads or more To break the stone and perfect health restore The Strangury Ulcers within the Bladder this begets Or some Apostume which the urine frets The urine at the yard will drop and wish You may with strong desire but cannot piss The Radish root in white wine seeth or steep If thou thy body from this grief wilt keep Some Filbirts stampt and drunk the grievous pains Will cure which in the bladder be or râ—ins The Gout Surfet and Drunkenness breeds this foul disease And use of women doth the same increase Long standing brings it too and boystrous wayes Of too much exercise and youthful playes This doth great pains to joynts and swellings bring In time of harvest chiefly and the Spring Some Plantain leaves being plaistred with fresh gre 〈…〉 Bring down the swollen gout and grief appease Figs honey bread and also mustard-seed With vinegar compounded help your need Pitch Salt Armoniack mingle well and stamp 'T is excellent good to cure a grievous cramp The Ague called Ephymera which endureth one day Unnatural heat the vital parts doth fret Which anger watching drunkenness may beget A feverish heat it to the body sends Which in a fainty sweat or vnpour ends For Agues take a vomit or a quart Of Sack will cure thee and rejoice the heart To cure the heat juyce of Cucumber's best With oyle of Roses smear the pulse and breast A continual Ague Abundance the foul body doth contain Of humors putrifi'd in every vein The Patient suffers constant heat and pains And till the fever ends no respit gains Some Colewort-leaves with oil of Roses take And for the stomack this a plaister make Drink in warm water the herb Pimpernel This cures a Fever as Physicians tell The Carbunc â—e Gross and hot blood residing in some place An Ulcer or a painful Bile doth cause Rue Nuts and Honey stamp this plaister will Cure all Carbuncles and Apostumes kill A Quartain Fever This Melancholy breeds which putrified To divers parts of sickly men doth slide The weary Patient two good days enjoys But on the third a sore fit him annoys Take Rue-leaves Pepper Honey mingle these The bigness of a Chess-nut will give ease Two hours besore the fit that compound give To cure the fever nature to relieve Use Almond-milk in fevers and all say 'T is good to use sweet clarified whay The Lethargy This sickness like some drowsie heavy pain Fills with corrupted flegm and cold the brain Such often sleep all wit and judgment 's gone And they forget what they have spoke or done Use Vinegar and Oil Red Mint and Rew Unto the nose the spirits to renâ—w Or you may burn the skin of any Hare The ashes drunk with Calament is rare The Phrensie Choler the Phrensie and much blood maintains Heating the head and filling up the brains A constant Fever frantick patients have They love to watch and seldom rest do crave When they awake they use to rore and cry But can afford not any reason why If Blood 's the cause to laugh they will delight If Choler be the cause they braul and fight With Plantan-juyce the tâ—mples first anoint A Cap of Terâ—bentine wax I then appoint With womans milk which wrapt about the head Will give the Patiâ—nt rest within his bed Let blood in that same vâ—in which as I guess The middle of the forehead doth possess The Turn or Dazeling in the head Some vap'rous Exhalations do arise From the foul stomack and the brains surprise The Patient thinketh that all things go round And oftentimes he falleth to the ground The pith of Bread bak'd with Coriander seed Laid to the head is good to help thy need Take Opium Saffâ—on Roâ—es and all these With Vinegar mix which plaister bringeth ease Too much Watching Great store of choler dryness in the brain Doth watching cause and wonted sleep retain The seed of Mustard bruis'd laid to the head Hot cures she pains and makes a quiet bed Some Poppy-juyce and oil of Roses take These mixt will make him sleep that keeps awake The Falling-Sickness Gross slimy humors do possess the brain The lively spirits no free passage gain The Patient at the mouth will foam and fall As if he dy'd and lost his senses all Burn any dead man's skull the ashes take In drink this sickness shall you soon forsake If you desire to cure this evil