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
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
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
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