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The pilgrim's viaticum, or, The destitute but not forlorn being a divine poem / digested from meditations upon the Holy Scripture by Eliz. Tipper.
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Tipper, Elizabeth.
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1698
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Wing T1305_VARIANT; ESTC R33834
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Passions in severest Awe Reject Usurping Arbitrary Law And when no Safety can from Tempest find Retires within the Halcyon of her Mind Thus ne'r engaging meets with no defeat But gains a Victory by a wise Retreat A. L. Esquire To Mrs. Tipper on her Divine Poems AS we are told That all they do above Cowley Is only that they Sing and that they Love What wondrous Charms must endless Hymns inspire When the Immortal Songsters of the Choir Not ev'n their whole long Eternal Chant can't tire And the Celestial Muse whilst all around The Extasi'd continu'd Raptures sound That honour'd Head what Glories has she given Thus grac'd to furnish half the Work of Heaven The Muses yes in that Seraphick Sphear Are all Urania's and Apollo there Beneath the Footstool of JEHOVAH's Throne Kneels to a Brighter Sun than was his own If Harmony with that enlightning Beam Tunes her loud Musick to that Mighty Theme Madam Your MUSE tho' with a feebler Voice The same High Subject makes her Sacred Choice Tun'd to the Great Creator's just Applause That Pen writes best that from Luke's Pensil draws And 't is that Poetry does truly shine That Copies from Originals Divine E. S. Gent. To Mrs. Tipper on her Miscellany of Divine Poems AMongst the various Actions of Mankind Rivals in Wit as well as Love we find But you alone the glorious Prize must gain You merit it by so Divine a Strain Urania is thy Muse the Heavenly Quire Thy Soul with purest Raptures does inspire Chaste as thy Self and Sacred are thy Rhimes Which not polluted by corrupting Times Shall make Profaner Scriblers all submit And own thee as the Type of Heavenly Wit Thy Theme and Inspirations from above Heaven is thy Parnassus and thy Love Each rising Thought does with the blushing Morn The Beauties of thy chaster Soul adorn A Harmony in every Line appears Much like the Heavenly Musick of the Spheres Phillips and Behn whose Praise Fame still rehearse In all their Works don't paralel thy Verse Which unto after Ages shall remain And the sweet Odour of thy Worth retain Parnassus is but low thy flighty Soul Her Head above that Mountain does Extol The Mystick Scite of Heaven is thy Aim Celestial LOVE not Carnal is thy Theme Tho' the most Nice of Criticks do combine They cannot Damn a thing that 's so Divine John Hallum To Mrs. Eliz. Tipper on her Super-excellent Miscellany of Divine Poems Gratior est Virtus e corpore pulchro veniens HAd Herbert Quarles or other Sacred Pen These Meditations tun'd Encomiums then Were but just Tributes to the Work Divine But since thy Lips the Verses more refine Celestial Hymns should sound before thy Shrine What shall I say in such a spacious Field Where th' meanest Shrubs large Contemplations yield Thy Wit 's Refin'd thy Theme as Heaven Sublime Each Breathing Accent makes a Clouse Divine Oft I have seen like Parrats in a Cage Men Prate by Rote upon the publick Stage Tell this and that and Precepts largely Preach Tho' few like thee by try'd Experience Teach Experienc'd Knowledge Mistress of True Art In Sweetest Lays thou dost to us impart Go on Chast Maid thy Virtues still renew Whilst in thy Lines at once we clearly view Minerva and the Beautious Venus too Many Daughters have done virtuously but thou excellest them all Prov. 31.29 E. Steele On the Holy Bible NOT mortal Wit but blest Aetherial Fire Assist me and my sacred Muse inspire My Subject's greater than those Glories all That glister in the splendor of Earths Ball Scepters and Crowns fall much below my Theme And Heroes warlike Deeds are but a Dream No Extasy of Lovers soft Delight But of the Oracles of God I write Shall I with reverence strive to show the worth Alas 't is not for Clay to set it forth All that the largest Soul on Earth can crave Within this sacred Volume they may have This is Perfections Clew by whose blest guide Full Streams of Joys divine for ever tide Where each distrusting Soul may swim with ease In all the blissful Billows that can please The Learned may on choicest Knowledge feed The Ignorant of greatest Wisdom speed The Poorest here see vaster Riches shine Than sparkle in the Spaniards golden Mine Here wearied Souls a sweeter Rest does crown Than Bodies on the softest Beds of Down And troubled Minds find Peace in larger measure Than Ages give in Halcyon Days of Pleasure The Sad with more exalted Joys be fill'd Than all the Mirth of this vain World can yield Through Faith in These the Weak are Stronger made Than Gyants which the World with Arms invade Wisdom Strength Riches Joys Rest Peace abound And all the Good of Life in Them is found How vain is She that seeks for Comfort Lord In any thing but in Thy Self and Word Some Experimental Passages of my LIFE with Reflections upon Jacob 's Words Few and Evil have the days of the years of my Life been 'T Is strange that he Unborn ere he saw Light Destin'd a Victor and Heaven's Favourite Should almost at the Period of his Age Give this relation of his Pilgrimage Yet 't is not strange since mortal Life we see No more from Sorrow than from Death is free My Life the assertion much has verifi'd From Part to Part by sad Experience try'd In all my Undertakings still been crost And like a Ball from hand to hand been tost Five Years i' th Prime of all my Youth I spent Recluse as 't were from the World in Banishment And Hermit like in all things did I dwell An uncouth Cottage serving for my Cell For several Days and Nights sometimes been driven To Silence save the Words I spoke to Heaven My constant Visits Fields and Woods receiv'd Who at my oft resorting never griev'd But bounteously with Sunshine Air and Shade Their frequent Visitant still happy made One dear and courteous Tree above the rest Did oft invite me to become her Guest Upon her root I hourly sate and Read Her towering Branches sheltering my Head And when I Kneel'd the kind officious Grass The verdant Covering of my Cushion was The like Good-will have Hedges to me born And distant Furrows of the growing Corn To this the Evening oft hath met my Fast And Tears the longest day been my Repast Yet these Afflictions Lord more Joy I own Than have the Vicious who possess a Throne Nor can I at a Flood of Tears repine Till I forget that Bloody Sea of Thine O grant me Resignation till I see How 't is Thy Pleasure to dispose of me My Penance now seem'd something to abate And glimering Beams of Sun-shine dart from Fate Two of my greatest Wants at once supply'd IMPLOYMENT and SOCIETY beside My Happiness this large Addition found New Joys with Honourable Friendship crown'd No more my Brow contracted now appears Nor Eye-Balls fretted Red with Briny Tears Save when in Penitence and Care I mourn'd That GOD's withdrawing Beams might be return'd
Beauty Virtue Wit Do Govern others but to me Submit * I teach Ladies Writing and Accompts one day and keep Shop-Books the other day in which Business I am a hired Servant To morrow from this Dignity I fall And am a Servant at each Beck and Call Next Day I 'me free in Liberty and Power And as before a Mistress every Hour Changeable is my State and yet not strange When Day to Night and Light to Darkness change Yet Fate I cannot blame but justly own She in this Difference Evenness hath shown For when I 'me Mistress none I can Command When Servant curb'd by no Imperious Hand This is a Riddle yet nere wonder why When all the World 's a Riddle why not I On REPVTATION BRight Object whom each Mortal courts to have From the great Caesar to the humble Slave From Vertues Sons to Vices blacker Brood From Hypocrites to those sincerely Good Who pays not Vows to thy most glorious Shrine Who does not Idolize that Name of thine The Wise and Pious commonly declare That much before their Life they thee prefer The Prostigate who takes a sensless Pride In being base his Skill has often try'd In thy blest Shade his Ulcerous Name to hide Since thou art so ador'd what can I do But own I am thy great Admirer too Yet fair One give me leave before my Love With too much Passion sixes first to prove If thou hast Blessings true as those above I fear thou art of a mutable Degree Weak and defenceless quickly apt to flee Should I place all my Joys in thee alone Keep all my Actions fair that not in one A Blemish could be found yet this would be A small Assurance of possessing thee For Censure and Opinion have their swing Ill Tongues and bad Belief out-reign a King All as they speak or think their Fame or Faith Good or bad Names are still but Popular Breath Excuse me therefore since all this is true If I refuse to set my Heart on you SECVRITY 'T Is not in Princes or Superiors Smiles Profound Contrivance or ingenious Wiles In boundless Riches or the shining Flame Of a dear sweet and odoriferous Name 'T is not by these rare Pleasures we can be Plac'd in the Orb of fixt Security Transient and vain these tempting Charms have prov'd To those who sought them most and most have lov'd And the true Blessing of a Life secure Is never found but in a Conscience pure Whose choicer Wisdom with improving Skill Strives Strictly to Obey her Maker's Will Regarding That can Calmly o're and o're Take Frowns from the same Brow that smil'd before Think Riches are but transitory things Which take uncertain Flights with spreading Wings And with an Intellectual View despise The Bubbling Show of Worldly Policies See a good Name lye in the stabbing Smart Without the Terrours of a troubled Heart And with all Earthly Treasure let that go Slight as the Dust if GOD will have it so For 't is his inward Joy which crowns the Mind More than in all these outward things we find Possest of which we are securely blest Whatever does become of all the rest To Imploy Fear and Hate ASsist great GOD this Work which I begin Turn my frail Passions Fear and Hate at Sin Let me not know what 't is to use my Fear Except the danger of a Sin appear Then timorous shivering flying let me get Into the Guards of Vertue 's safe retreat Immur'd within whose Sacred Bounds I 'de be Fearful to Think to Speak to Hear or See Ought that relates to this grand Enemy No Parly would I have no soft Debate No Passion but my never-ending Hate Hate whose Aversion all Revenge excell'd By no Example yet e're paralell'd Free and perpetual on this Object spent Without an inclination to relent Desist or cease no not with Life to end Nor Time nor Heavens possession But ascend And Reign within that glorious Orb while I Retain it there to all Eternity Thus when Sin only shall the Object prove Of my fixt Hate 't is GOD has all my Love On SVNDAY MOst blissful Day 't is for your kind return My highest Wishes do in Fervor burn You bring such heavenly Sweetness with your Rest As if in you alone all Time were blest The other Days with loaded Care abound Earth's Service drives the heavy Circle round And dully fix their Aspect on the Ground Your heavenly Looks reach that amazing Throne Which yours and my great Maker's seated on Never but upward your aspiring Head Tends with a Look And so my Soul you lead In such delicious Joys that when you are gone I still anticipate and reckon on How long before you come again how near The Times expir'd when when will you appear At your first dawn my Heart dilated lies In the content of Divine Extasies Exempt from Sorrow only that I see Those precious Moments do too swiftly flee But after this vast Joy when Night comes on And I reflect how near the Sabbath's gone For all the Pleasure was so great and true 'T is with a bitter Sigh I part from you Yet though great Day of Blessings all sublime You fly like others on the Wings of Time No special Favour of a Minute's stay Can be prolong'd more than another Day But swift as Hurry are your Moments spun And of the common Sand your Glass does run Your Property will change when I shall have Pass'd one dark Walk to the other side o' th Grave Then to an everlasting Sabbath I Shall be receiv'd with endless Extasie On Directions to know how to Act Fortunately FAin would I know each day what I should chuse What Undertaking I had best refuse I 'de have an Art that all that I forsook Should make all prosperous which I undertook I 'de miss to act those Days of ill Events And meet with none but Fortunes sweet Centents I 'de know the Minute critical and rare Should fill my Wishes all and crown my Care Some kind Thought tell me how I may possess This mighty great desir'd Happiness Shall I consult the Stars and read the Sky Grow perfect Mistress of Astrology Know all the Planets and their influence When 't is they good and when they ill dispense Thus guide my Life thus steer my Course and be Inform'd before-hand what the Fates decree To guide my Life with this Lord did I say Alas I know it is a foolish Way Thy Word instructs me that I can nor must Repose in none but thee alone my Trust Why should I like a Heathen then rely Upon the Signs and Aspects of the Sky Upon a Babling Fortune-teller's Skill Or Wonders from the Wise Star-gazer's Quill I fly but envy not their best Perfection And covet only Thy Divine Direction If 't is my Fate I must sustain a Loss Give me Submission to receive the Gross And like a Christian bear it and adore Him who for me the bloody Gross has bore If Disappointments must my Hours attend