doth the same enrich His very grave becomes a cabinet Of precious dust the which is all beset With Saphires like a Rock that stoutly braves The raging Sea and its tempestuous Waves Or like the morning Sun that shines most bright After 't hath long bin clouded from our sight And more transparent shines to the eye of sence Attracting many muddy vapors hence For like the conquering palm that still doth flourish Under its pressures which doe never nourish His spreading limbs into a full extent Maugre the cloggs and weights of punishment Job these are but poor emblems of thy glory Like as the Lower Sphears are transitory Hurri'd with storms but still thy high-born soul Like the true loadstone points the heavenly pole And turns no other way although surrounded With griefs abounding thou art not confounded Tell me of stones whose power can expell Or herbs whose virtue can indeed repell The dangerous Thunder these are of small power Compar'd with that most glorious sparkling Tower His soul that these flames only purifie And brighter made so that we may descry Our conquering glory o're the worlds great same In which he is a Mirror still the same And shall our light afflictions temporary Discourage us from climing to thy glory And drive us from thy service by such Toyes As Satan casts to hinder purer Joyes No thou dost skreen thy love in discontent And shewest thy goodness in our punishment And whilst we do most foolishly repine And grumble at this providence of thine Being two much troubled at the smallest cross Of wealth and Honor which doe us so toss With vain affections shews we cannot take Danger of sufferings for thy blessed sake But are without true sence of thy dear Love And the Celestial Glory that 's above Treasur'd for us our duty 's to submit To thy blest will and all thou thinkest fit Triumphing in our sufferings not repine Lord bow our wills unto that will of thine Eternal wisdom Let it now be done To thine own Glory and thine only Son Romans 6.12 and part of 21. Let not Sin therefore raign in you mortal bodies that you should obey in the Lusts thereof For the end of these things are Death THe Blest and Learn'd Apostle here doth Preach Attonement made by Christ doth likewise teach Th' effects and power of Baptism here on earth Saying we'er all Baptiz'd into his Death And shall be surely raised from the Grave By th' only power of him that did us save From Death Eternal and may freely walk In a renewed Life and thereof talk To th' comfort of our Souls and Crucifie Our foul affections wherein we descry Sins large dominion in us it 's recoyl'd Which only Christ in Love did reconcile Made us alive to God by 's intercession Therefore let sin not raign to the transgression Of Gods most Holy will nor yet obey The raging Lusts thereof which do bear sway Within our mortal bodies while w'have breath Remembring that the end thereof is Death who 'l fancy such felicity on earth Which quite expireth with this present breath And the reward of Lusts will surely be Filled with horror and calamity Had we no hopes and were our sences gone Had we no thoughts of a Resurrection To raise again decayed natures frame To a more noble shape than is the same Then might we well thus drown our selves in pleasure And think on Heaven at our remotest leasure Like Epicures Study and still invent New fashioned Luxury with an intent For to be thought ingenious Rich in Wit And take felicity to revel in it Thinking that all confusion would do well And make no reckning either of Heaven or Hell But mingle all into a wild confusion By making such Athistical conclusion Yea deem 't no scandal for to be thus hurld To Blasphemy as for to think the world Is without God no stop thy prophane breath Sins certain wages is eternal death 'T is not the fear of death that takes thee hence But the horror of a guilty conscience That doth affright thee when the sting of death Seizeth our vital parts and stops our breath The memory of our sins doth smartly sting Awakened conscience when we'er hovering Over our Graves where we must soon be laid Then Hell and Judgment make us most afraid Who suffred sin to vaunt thus in our blood Following our Lusts and shunning what is good Tell me O thou who makest Earth thy Treasure And wrapst thy self up in the softest pleasure 'T is but a little Span before thine eyes With age grown weak and weary yea despise Such objects when each tired limb doth crack With anguish of those pains thy crimes did make Which were th'officious instruments to act Sins fatal Scene and following the tract Of Lusts and Luxury rev'ling with heat That sets thy darling body in a sweat Afflicts thee with the terrors of these fires Which thou hast kindled with thy foul desires Strictly examine now thy self vain man Whether these flattering false enjoyments can Restore thy soul which they have stoln from Heaven Recover it again and so make even That long and vast accompt which heretofore Thou hast laid by and set it on the score Of thy blest Saviour stop I say bewail The memory of thy crimes and so prevail To get that pardoning mercy that doth heal All broken hearts that unto Christ appeal Breathing such aires whose Musick soon would charm Like Davids Harp 't will drive away all harm Still conscience cries make Musick to delight Th' Almighties ears and bring thee to his sight Where are those fond diversions that did take Up thy vain thoughts and did as shadows make A transcient splendor which prov'd little gain It could not bribe thy pardon nor obtain The least reprieve to keep thee from the Grave Or be a means at all thy soul to save See ye blind Lovers of this Mass of Clay How quickly your enjoymonts fade away Being built on such Foundations which do slide And turn to Rubbish it will not abide Your vain felicities they have no power For to secure you in the latest hour Yea that impartial Conqueror pale Death Will seize your Vitals and stop your Breath Such as delight in pleasures live in flame And Death will bring them Torments Hell and Shame All that now spurn at Virtue and it Scoff Following vain pleasures and the Lusts thereof Bewitching World thou thou betray'st our sence And smoothly wheels us to impenitence Making transitory pleasures our delight And through dark mists leads to Eternal night Yet we imbrace and hug the waies of Sin And with a pleasing madness live therein Stopping our ears to the profers of thy Love The which would raise us to the joyes above Wildly we follow the dictates of sence And all those vile affections flowing thence Pitty O Lord our Captiv'd natures frail And give us such desires as may prevail Over our Lusts that our whole Souls may be Breathings in perfect longings after thee With holy servency whilst
from comfort nay the newest pain Of studied torments could not hinder their gain Or force them from their pious Christian love They ever bore to Christ who sits above He that so loves his Saviour will arise And stoop with Mary to enrich his eyes With the fruition of that desired sight That is so full of splendor power and might And not only stoop but step into a tomb And embrace a coffin in that dismal room And look on death but as the door to bliss The Messenger of glory and happiness And with St. Paul in raptures all in flame Begging a dissolution of this frame While his soul in extasies transports its sence Into a holy zeal to be mov'd hence O Lord with what regret do we forsake Earths vanishing pleasures in which we do take So great delight the which should make us sorry That we do strive so little for thy glory But are ever unwilling to let down Our lives our pleasures for an immortal Crown In obedience to the law of the blest Kingdom Which saith thy service is a perfect freedom And yet we count the sweetest sanctuary A Prison and trouble if we find it vary From our vile lusts and think our selves to blame If that we pay due honor to thy name Pardon O Lord the corruptions of our frame And teach us how to love and prize thy name But whether we live or die we may delight In that which is most pleasant in thy sight That when this Tabernacle shall dissolve Our earthy bodies may surely involve Into everlasting joyes the seat of bliss The only residence of happiness And stoop withal due reference and fear And look into a loathed Sepulchre Ecclesiastes 12.1 Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth HOw sweet's the preachers voice that doth invite Youth to a plous care and doth excite A holy life it is the best expression In all his sermon checking youths transgression Here younger Ones are bid to have a care Of spending time least that they do ensuare Their souls in sin for none indeed can tell How soon young Men may hear their passing bell Toll the sad ditty of their latest breath Surrendring up their sences all to death The divine preachers chiefest aim is this To stir youth up to early holiness And yet the worlds not pleased with the strain It sounds too harsh though it design their gain Look on the creatures with a single eye And you this doctrine quickly will espy They plainly preach it yet we slug and slumber With open eyes our duller thoughts do cumber Our purer meditations which should be Of our backslidings and returns to thee Regardless youth delighteth not to hear This silver trumpet sounding in his ear It spoils his mirth and sours his sweeter Muse Stirs thoughts of Heaven too soon he 'd rather choose His Carnal sports than thus to dull his wit Make him look grave before he attain to it His spritely blood thinks it too hard a task To be religious he prefers a mask And rather ravel out his time in pleasure Whose vainest sports are held his chiefest treasure Fond youth call in these thoughts lament thy way Remember the approaching judgment day When we to God a sure account must give Of all our actions whilst we here do live Let not these fleshly objects of thy pleasure Transport our sences beyond a due measure From Heaven and heavenly things which should rejoyce Our very hearts to hear the Preachers voice And shall these lusts which we pursue in pleasure Bewreave us of our joy our only treasure Shall we have greater zeal for to transgress Than for to magnifie thy holiness And shall those pleasures that do quickly die Quite drown the thoughts of immortality My life that 's but a span let it decay And shorten rather than mispend my day Better this earthy tabernacle be Dissolved than I by sin should fall from thee Much better 't is that I should quickly pay Nature her debt and turn again to clay Than with thy justice run too far in score That so thy goodness may again restore Me to thy blessed self which cannot be But by thy mercies Lord alone to me 'T was thou didst bring me from the lowest dust To serve thy self not base and filthy lust Thou didst implant in me a sacred ray Of thine own self to light the ready way Of thy commands which if we do pursue With upright bearts then surely will ensue Such joyes as do accompany thy grace Then cause me Lord no longer to misplace My roving sence but henceforth fixt it fast In my desires to follow Christ at last Make me O God ever to prize thy glory Declining pleasures meerly transitory And teach me for to use this vain vain world As that which may again by thee be hurl'd Into a Chaos let me not lose thee Nor the blest mansions of eternity Dear friends prize virtue though your blood gainsay Love and delight therein 't is the true way Other are by pathes which do tend to sin Much joy you 'l find if that you walk therein Pursue it strictly 't is a serious truth Remember your Creator in your youth Luke 18.11 The Pharisee stood up and pray'd God I thank thee I am not as other Men are DId Christ reprove by parable these Men Which trusteth in themselves and rudely bin Despisers of others in a haughty pride An humble sanctity could not abide But overvalued in a fair pretence Of self conceit not giving reverence And humility to those parts they had receivid But boasting of themselves they had deceiv'd The world till Christ did sharply them reprove In which he shew'd his mercy and his love How proudly do the Pharisee give thanks He stands on tip-toe venting his vain pranks Ungrateful pride hath alter'd his disposition Which used long prayers and vain repetition The fits not now upon him for to pray He 's out of tune but opes his mouth to bray Not to adore his God but commend himself In such proud boasting but alas poor elf That is so highly ravisht with his parts Not caring for to study divine arts But with so cold a zeal a posture ill 'T were better he had bin unthankful still He exceeded other Men in his own sence In a superlative kind of impudence How largely doth he set forth his own worth Making no Apology for his filthy froth He thanks God with a mind that 's fully bent To praise himself 't is rather complement Than prayer he thinketh it Idolatry To worship images yet his vain folly Makes him adore himself with his own praise As do the Catholick Pharisees of our days In works of superarrogation high And think by it strait unto Heaven to fly Having numbred o're their beads their Ave-Mary's Their superstitions rights that fouly varies From the true Catholick Church that blessed spouse Of Christ whose splendid glory doth even rouse My soul in contemplations of its love Which will ne're be perfected till
we have breath Knowing that sins reward is certain Death Matthew 15.28 And he said unto her O Woman great is thy Faith BLest importunity that did procure An answer so Divine that did assure The poor impatient woman in distress Of'r Daughters cure to ease her heaviness Her answers were so pious they did tell That in her breast did all the graces dwell And richer Mines of Treasure there were hid Then Princes Crowns though highly valued All Palestine and the rich Spices there Could not procure a Cordial to compare With her strong Faith which could have no denial But cur'd two Souls sans any further trial Save only this the great Physitian saith Unto this suppliant Great is thy Faith Faith is a grace prevails with God above To work great wonders Mountains to remove To smooth the rugged Ocean for a walk For Peters feet to hear his Saviour talk It stops the Mouths of Lyons quenches fire 'T was the Centurians Faith got his desire It cures the blind in Scripture we may see Our Saviour saith Thy Faith hath saved thee And yet the Faith that hath such wonders wrought Is quite neglected and not duly sought Some place the greatness of their Faith in merit And think thereby Salvation to in herit In many such a fancy there doth dwell They think it Faith enough for to do well But naked speculations will not get The heavenly prize 't is vanity to set Our faith in our abilities parts This is a doctrine which exceeds all arts Faith 's rooted in the soul most firm and stable By which the Blessed Abraham was able For to believe Gods promise true to bless His seed which God did count his righteousness 'T is not profession only that makes noise But wee must practice to obtain true Joyes Yet mourning souls when they do sigh and groan Are in the road unto the heavenly Throne They 'l find acceptance pardon for defects Which doth our souls and bodies thus perplex Let no one think he can take to much pain To be assur'd that Heaven he shall attain Thus was the Womans faith so firmly fixt That it no shew of doubting with it mixt The eccho of the voice did straight affright Foul Sathan from his hold not all his might Could keep possession when our Saviour Spake He quickly vanisht and did her for sake Thus doth our faiths divine all powerful Charmes Drive Satan to his Chain and free all harmes Raiseth immortal statues to the Just And makes their names venerable in dust Yea seals their happiness for ever sure With Christ in glory ever to endure Thou sent'st thy Son O Lord for us to Die That we through him might gain eternity Him whom thou hast advanc'd above all things Is pleas'd to take us under his blest wings That we may have the triumphs of his Cross And afterward Heavens glory without loss Let not the miseries of our patures frail Which first did with thy mercies rich prevail Oh let not these which only know thy power More zealously acknowledge thee each hour Than we to whom thou manifests thy love And claim an interest in thy Christ above Let us be ever thankful for his merit By whose rich bounty we shall sure inherit The heavenly mansions and shall ever be Above faith there to wait all times on thee That faith with which thou givest every grace And without which we nere shall see thy face Teach us thy mercies so far to apply That we neglect not means and so relie On faith that 's dead or on a vaine dissembling Salvation's had by faith faith 's Join'd with trembling John 12.2 But Lazarus was one of those that sat at the Table with him DId Jews take Councel for to put to Death The blessed Lord of Life which gave them breath Was he aware of their most barbarous talk That openly with them he would not walk But came to Bethani where Lazarus lay And there he freely Supt and made some stay Where Martha ferv'd as well as she was able And Lazarus one of them that sate at Table Could Lazarus eat and did his stomack crave That was so lately risen from the Grave Is his late Tomb a Table now his dress That bound his head his Napkin at that Mess He that but now feasted the worms for meat Doth feast himself and with the Living eat The Mercies of our God's above all things He sets at Table with the King of Kings There hath been some all liveless pall stretcht out For Coffin until others went about To tin that spark of life that close lay hid As glimering in the heart not wholly dead And by endeavors have call'd back that heat Which hath enabled them again to eat But here 't was otherwise with Lazarus As Holy Writings testifie to us He 's rais'd from real death yet Martha cry'd Lord if thou hadst been here he had not dy'd Behold him now as risen from his bed All flesh and life no whit disfigured Perfect and whole really rendred able To feast himself with joy at the same table Where his redeemer supt a blessed feast Where Lazarus is admitted to be Guest He 's throng'd with multitudes aged and younger Which came to be spectators of the wonder Yet would not believe the power that wrought it But wickedly oppos'd and never sought it Thy thought of beaven on earth inricht with treasures Elysian fields or such like feigned pleasures Restored Lazarus though thou hast new breath There is a time will bring a second death Yet thou art happy in the sacred story Inricht with that entitles thee to glory A happiness indeed beyond expression Death will thee bring unto the full possession Of the blest Mansions with the Saints in bliss Where Angels Sing and every Comfort is Come tell me Lazarus didst thou e're believe T' enjoy the world again and to receive Thy rise from grave before the general day And grand assize which we must obey Thy sisters doubted it but yet did see This miracle of mercy shewed to thee Who wilt so walk and be a great adorer Of breath divine That was thy great restorer What numbers of expiring souls are frighted At the horror of those crimes that once delighted Their sensual appetites The dying man Scar'd with his pains would leng then out his Span And gladly turn their late profaner ayres To penetential sighs and earnest prayers New tune their lives into most pious strains And be sufficient gainers for their pains He that defers it to the latest hour Shall find his weakness will not have the power And vigor of that zeal that should invoke Mercy divine for to remove the Yoke Of sin that doth so heavy on us lie And so benumbs us that we can't descry Our sins aright the which we must confess With truth of heart and humble holiness Therefore we should make use of strength and parts To invocate that God which searches hearts And though his Judgments high are and sublime He saith to
of his love In sending us his Son which from above Hast left a holy Ministry to be our guide Oh keep us safe that we may never slide Into such pathes that may lead us astray But follow our shepherds in a holy way And from a peevish zeal good Lord restore us And grant us shepherds that may go before us Matthew 5.8 Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God c. GOd of his abundant love did send his Son Into the world to preach salvation Upon the mount whereon he freely taught His blessed precepts unto all that sought To him in faith and obedience to his will Minding his holy precepts to fulfil He pronounced nine blessings with their recompence If we observe them with true reverence And keep his holy Lawes not from it start Surely blessed are they are pure in heart Who would not then strive earnest to be pure See David's fervent zeal for to assure His panting soul which long'd full sore to find A place of rest for his so grieved mind To attain the which he passionately cri'd Lord from thy precepts let me never slide That he would cleanse his heart he might inherit The gifts and graces of his holy spirit Hath piety such a reward no disgrace Shall the pure in heart behold him face to face And with blest spirits ever happy raign In endless glory and true peace obtain Who will not labor to imitate the just VVho have such heavenly visions in their dust Shall the treacherous vanities we enjoy Steal off our hearts and rob us of true joy And bereave us of the glory of that light VVhich is of endless splendor power and might So strengthen me That I may rather choose The divine light and all false lights refuse A sight the which in glory doth surpass All triumphs in the world that ever was VVhat splenders are there compared to this It is an empty air Nothing less A sight which no eye ever saw but may If the worlds objects lead them not astray After the harmony of deluding Charms VVhich lulls frail flesh a sleep in natures arms The Idea of this sight cannot be drawn In lively colors least we do prophane The speculations of the brain can never Portract him truly that doth live for ever Then cease thy fancie and forbear thy art His liveless Character is in thy heart The divine Traveller though but newly there Could give no full description of that sphear Scripture Characters doth but even allude And set it forth but in similitude And shew how infinitely transcendent Is that glory which is omnipotent VVere diamonds all join'd to make one splendor They were but Attoms to the Sun not render The smallest glimps to that luminary Of life and heat the which by motions vary And feed a throng of sparkling stars that are Inlivened with his light which from a far VVe do behold each one in 's proper place How dim's it to the glory of thy face VVho then would thus so vainly sacrifies Himself to sin and so bewreave his eyes Of that blest vision and the chiefest good To gratifie his wild extravagant blood And revel in delights of sin and shame And stiffle his nobler passions and that flame Of holy zeal that should chiefly delight us To the triumphs of thy bliss Good Lord unite us He that would dwell amongst those sacred fires And holy spirits by whose true light inspires The mind with holy motions he must turn His heart unto an altar and their burn The holy sacrifice of penitence And lively faith with all due reverence And humbleness of heart which will do well For the graces of Gods spirit there do dwell The heart that mourns within us there must be The only seat of life and love to thee The graces of the spirit there must rest And be so firmly fixed in the brest Naturalists do well observe that to the heart Is first giv'n life then death it doth them part Oh Lord our hearts are frail there cannot be Strength to support unless it come from thee Give thy supporting graces we are weak Touch thou our hearts and tongues that we may speak To the glory of thy name and so dispise The vanities of the world with its disguise O raise our contemplations to thy glory Cast down our vain affections transitory That proudly do oppose it self in error Correct our thoughts oh let it be a terror Unto our hearts and make us plainly see The horror of our crimes Lord against thee Sanctifie to thy self our whole devotion That we live holy lives in godly motion Oh let our chiefest contemplations raise A holy zeal in us to give thee praise Let it be our delight to do thy will And all thy holy precepts to fulfill That when we shall lay down our lives in dust VVe may be glorified with the Just And sweetly seated in that blessed place VVhere we may all behold thee face to face Daniel 12.3 And they that be wise shall shine as the Brightness of the firmament and they that turn many to Righteousness as the Stars for ever and ever DId Michael th'archangel not stir thence But stood most valiant like a mighty prince To assist Gods people in their times of trouble And said their sufferings would be requited double If that their hearts would be to wisdom bent Should shine for ever in the firmament And such as by their pious pains do turn Others from sin so that they sigh and mourn Shall shine as starrs and be for ever blest VVith glory in everlasting rest Who then would not be studious for to gain True knowledge that he might thereby attain Such promised glory and become most pure Holy Celestial to be ever sure To shine forth as the Sun oh blessed sight In whose most glorious raies is the chief light Where man 's diviner part not only lives As living splendor it for ever gives Transcending beams of lustre which shall shine In the imperial heavens most divine And there be ever fixt and never sever But shine as stars for ever and for ever Look here ye blind admirers of Earths bubble A robe of purple or some glorious trouble A diadem of honor in this Earth Which brings forth care small comfort after death So vain is Man that fondly doth desire Such trifling honors that do soon expire Which carrieth not that light will give access And by its virtue turn to righteousness Which would make them Stars but some desire t' enjoy Their fading pleasures such a splendid toy Hear this all ye that can on shadows dote And you that can to Transitory pomp devote Your souls and care not for immortal bliss And think there is no other Heaven but this Sublunary pleasures couldst thou call down A robe of morning Stars to deck thee round Such Royal luminaries it would be But gloomy splendor a bright obscurity Compared to that lustre 'T will shine but faint Not like that glory that enwraps a Saint That
with Christ above Though that Rome's Juglers do pretend they can Open and shut the door to every Man And enjoyn such pennance as Christ ne're require And teach by pilgramages they aspire The heavenly Throne by their excess of merit Thinking thereby salvation to inherit Let them forbear further to urge this strife 'T is Christ which saith I am the dore and life How nimbly our Enthuafiasts follow their Leaders These trembling Saints these sanctimonious pleaders By imperious purity seem to reform The world and with an attack of words to storm The whole Creation new model it again And Saint themselves new stile with all their train And tell God plainly with their tongue and pen They are the elect not like to other Men And railingly proclaim that we are down hurl'd And they the only true lights of the world In such a pious lunacy and strain They rant as come to Gospel us again Extravagantly prescribing religious rights To the melancholly fancy of their sights And in a sullen zeal they think they shine As Stars counting themselves purely divine Secluded from others in a peevish trance Of supposed zeal their ignorance to advance And proudly vent their follies with so much vanity To the loss of all good order and humanity See how vain Man doth thus delude his sence In performance of religious reverence How is his heart taken Captive with such wiles As Satan casts before him with his smiles And make him think he 's better than other Men When alas poor soul he can but badly ken His way aright yet with all his might Urge his performance boldly in the sight Of his Creator whose all seeing eye Beholds his weakness and his faults espy Humility Crowns all graces and puts on A comely beauty to religion When confidence in merit doth deform Most zealous actions done with so much scorn And secludes us from the enjoyment of that bliss VVhich attends an humble zeal in happiness Teach us O Lord an humble gratitude And self donial of our selves not rude Prophaness to approach thy glorious Throne Of mercy which is our hope alone Oh le ts not be forgetful of that power VVhich chastiseth mortals every day and hour Nor pride our selves in works though ne're so great But humbly prostitute before the seat Of our offended God and there confess Our great presumption ' gainst his holiness And bewail the imperfections of our spirit By such an holy meekness we may inherit The heavenly mansions where we may have access By faith in Christ and devout holiness Matthew 16.26 For what is a Man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul BEwitching world how hath thy baits deceiv'd Poor Man by thy allurements and bereav'd Of purest comforts for a moments pleasure To be shut out of the blest joyes for ever The enjoyment of our carnal pleasures here Are purchas'd at a rate extreamly dear The Indian Mines are of too small a price In value for that place where comfort lies All Crowns and scepters the earths highest bliss Are trifles to that infinite gloriousness Then cease thy proling humor and controul Thy pining cares least that thou lose thy soul And yet poor Man labors under mistake Thinking the world his Heaven and never take Right aims but with a covetous desire Of greatness earnestly striving to aspire To some great title or bubble here on Earth Which quite expireth with its latest breath And while he labors with uncessant toil Is diappointed by some petty foil He frets and fumes that he hath lost his station And so is turn'd to bruitish transmutation And buries his souls divinity in this Earth Which should have greater happiness after death Here this all ye that study complements And look no higher than the elements Ye gallants of the world that are on fire To pawn your souls to satisfie your desire For fading pleasures chief felicity A seemingly delightful misery Which glisters for a time you 'l surely find They are but shadows that delude the mind Heark all you lofty aspirers to ambition Check your proud fancies with a fair submission You that can worship Sathan with delight And do him homage with your strength and might And glory in your lust without controul And pay the immortal tribute of your soul Thy revellings will be horror in that day When sad regrets will check thy soul and say What profit is it for to gain the world And lose my immortal soul and so be hurl'd Down from my lofty state to endless flame Where 's dread and horror infamy and shame Heark you sensualists that make disputes Whose souls are as unconcern'd as bruits And panteth after pleasures seeming fair With more desire than Camelion for air Thou that wad'st in soaming floods of vice O're whelm'd with wantonness at any price Sporting thy self in the full bathes of pleasure Shunning that Christal stream divinest treasure Counting religion dross and do seem able To correct divinity as a very fable And in such height of humor thy thoughts advance Thinking the lives of Saints a meer Romance Laughing at Heav'n and that diviner light Keeping the worlds vain objects in thy sight It will bleer thy eyes unless thou dost repent Thy looser ways will suffer punishment Hearken thou miser that hath given thy eat To the Rhetorick of a bag thy soul doth chear At the musick of a purse where is thy aim That gaze thy eyes to blindness at a Jem Wishing thy self an Judian for such pleasure That thou mayst ever dwell amongst such treasure Inhabit mines until thou art turn'd to oar Thy hairs to silver and thy heart which poar On the worlds filth into a wedg of gold Then wilt thou be a person fit to hold Correspondence with the Devil in the lower vaults Which will severely strip thee for thy faults Though thou art seemingly in a golden slumber He 'l find a time thy covetous thoughts to cumber With his severe corrections thou wilt howl That thou so lov'st the world to lose thy soul Hearken ye gallants which have lost your sence And are enamored on fashions with pretence To beautifie your Limbs with better shapes Have lost your true Ideas are turn'd apes And meerly live to feed vain luxury With studied dishes for debauchery And martyr many creatures to fulfil The unchast desires of your wanton will Like Epicures on that abundance given By the most good and bountiful hand of Heaven Are your veins purer have you nobler spirits Then should your passions be full of great merits Abandoning a base and covetous mind In getting wealth which will scatter with the wind And breath of the displeasure of the giver Which soon can blast our hopes and make them wither Into a sterile dry and pale complexion And make thee know that thou art in subjection To powers divine that can stop thy career And make thy griping covetous purchase dear Could we live old and still recover strength Not finding the miseries of age at