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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66466	Divine poems and meditations in two parts / written by William Williams ...	Williams, William, b. 1613.	1677 (1677)	Wing W2786; ESTC R8131	55,180	128

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

length Could we unwind time and reverse its wheel Stop the celestial posts and make them reel And set the worlds great clock far back again What shall we get by it but trouble and pain Imaginary selicities here Sliding contentments purchas'd very dear And when we 're listed in the dismal book That accursed catalogue of the damned look And ask Dives without any controul What did it profit him to lose his soul Oh Lord what is there in this world to prize And weary our selves with vain desires to raise A temporary felicity and name Which quickly vanisheth as a blast or flame 'T is hard to him that 's to thy law a stranger To apprehend the misery and danger Of covetous desires the length of time Hath made that vice a habit and incline Our natures to the breaches of thy law Oh Lord teach me with care to stand in aw Of losing thee my God my only pleasure Whom to enjoy is the divinest treasure O let the blessings thou hast freely given Quicken our duller souls with thanks to Heav'n From whom we have receiv'd the chief promotion Let it not flack but quicken our devotion And raise contemplations not vainly rude But with obedience and humble gratitude That so the vanities that are here below May be our scorn but the graces with do flow From thy abundant mercy may delight'us To the bosom of thy Church good Lord unite us And raise our spirits our vices to controul And think no profit for to lose our soul Canticles 2.1 I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of the valleys 'T is Solomons song his most Seraphick strein That in high and transcendent raptures aim To express Christs love to his Church the sacred spouse Doth not his fervent divine fancy rouze These high passionate expressions divine The Rose of Sharon love better than wine Lilly of the valleys turtle undefil'd Love of delights sweeter than spices mild Spikenard and Mirrhe Saphron and Frankincense All these allusions in an amorous sence Of divine love as in a holy song VVith lofty ejaculations all along In a devout harmony doth allude In allegory and similitude The Rose is natures perfume it displays Its treasures through the air unto its praise It delighteth sence both in color and smell Whose odoriferous beauty none can paralel Other flowers like Hypocrites are fair of color And in a painted shew they do seem fuller Of various shapes but they have not the scent Of that sweet Rose that still is fragrant And retains its sweetness ev'n in withered dust When other flowers of Color pine and burst Into a nasty shape of the Rose is made A cordial so that it doth never fade It 's virtues are still useful of great price Of vegetables natures paradise In this wonder of flowers we may espy Not only Physick but Divinity It wears Heaven's livery in its beauteous color Natures master piece nothing is fuller Than the sweet lovely blushes of the Rose That Rose of Sharon which all wisedom knows With many prickles was his head surrounded VVith tanting scoffs was his pure soul confoundad The perfumes of his prayers rais'd a richer smell Than all Arabia's spices can paralel His divine miracles were higher scented Than all odoriferous gums if sublimated Into one perfume it s a rifle to that sweet That cordial posie where the God-head meet As join'd in one and sent such perfume thence VVhich should enamor our hearts with reverence To adore that Rose of Sharon which will never Lose its perfume but will smell sweet for ever Oh let us run with meekness not presume After the odors of thy sweet perfume And have fervent desires for thee alone And for the streams that do flow from thy Throne Imprint in me such rays of divine grace A purity capable to see thy face The greatest perfections in creatures lie But a drop of transcendent excellency That is in thee let me have a longing strife To imitate the purity of thy life And in an humble meekness to submit To such indignities as thou think'st fit And when I shall lay down this earthy feature I may be raised a renewed creature And be comforted with perfumes of thy love VVhich are prepared with the Saints above In the eternal paradise of rest VVith the true Rose of Sharon ever blest Psalm 119.92 If my delight had not been in thy Law I should have perished in my trouble FINIS To the Honorable the Lord Chief justice Raynsford upon his adding St. George's Church to the rules of the Kings Bench. THanks noble Raynsford for this bounteous favor To prisoners restrained it doth sweetly savor Of a pious clemency thus to enlarge The footsteps of those Men under thy charge You 've outdone loyal Keeling that act we 'le sound He'n larg'd the rules thou givest us holy ground St. George's Church Englands Titular Saint VVhere we may freely go and make complaint Of our hard ereditors and devoutly pray That he 'l enlarge his mercies in the day Of your account we 'l study to express All ways of gratitude for this happiness With thanks unto our Marshal for his love VVhich doth oblige us faster far above All other obligations we 'l express All cordial love with humble thankfulness Pardon Dear Sir that I this silence break That am the meanest how could others speak An Elogie on the death of Edmund Lenthal Esq late Marshal of the Kings Bench. ARe prisons sad is' t not a place of grief To be restrain'd from liberty the chief Desire of Man but here a comforts given VVhen a mild keeper is decreed from Heaven Such one we had but suddenly snatcht hence By the impartial hand of providence Death with his pale fac'd Envy hath bereav'd Of comfort in which we were not deceiv'd His carriage was obliging sweet and kind Expressing still a bounteous noble mind And generous Courtesy yet his care was just Preserving them that did oblige his trust In such an harmony his acts did meet Mixt mercy with justice in consort sweet My meditations of Joy and gladness Are turn'd to Elogies and songs of sadness He 's taken hence which my sad soul did chear I cease to write surpriz'd with mournful tear THE TABLE Of the FIRST PART Philippians Chap. 4. v. 12. 1. I Know how to abound and how to suffer need c. Job 2.10 2. In all this did not Job sin with his Lips Romans 6.12 and part of 21. 3. Let not sin theresore raign in your mortal bodies that you should obey it in the Lusts thereof For the end of these things are death 7 Matthew 15.28 4. And he said unto her O Woman great is thy Faith 11 John 12.2 5. But Lazarus was one of those that sat at the Table with him 14 Genesis 2.8 6. And the Lord God planted a Garden East-ward in Eden 17 Luke 10.25 7. And behold a certain Lawyer flood up and tempted him Master what shall I do to inherit Eternal Life 20 John 11.36 8. Jesus Wept 23 Matthew 6.33 9. But seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his Righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you c. 25 John 13.23 10. And there was leaning on Jesus bosom one of his Disciples whom he loved c. 29 Luke 19.9 11. This day is Salvation come to thy House 32 Luke 9.57 12. Lord I will follow thee wheresoever thou goest 36   A Copy of Verse to Sir Anthony Bateman on the Death of his Daughter 40   An Elogy on the Name and Death of the Virtuous Lady Martha Bateman who departed this Life the Tenth of December 1674. 41 THE TABLE Of the SECOND PART Numbers 27.16 17. 1. Let the Lord the God of the Spirits of all flesh set a man over the Congregation Which may go out before them and which may go in before them and which may lead them out and which may bring them in that the Congregation of the Lord be not as Sheep which have no Shepherd p. 1. Matthew 5.8 2. Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God c. 6 Daniel 12.3 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 9 Matthew 2.18 4. And when they saw the Star they rejoyced with exceeding great Joy 12 Ecclesiastes 12.13 5. Fear God and keep his Commandments for this is the whole duty of Man 16 Matthew 8.2 6. And behold there came a Leaper and worshipped him saying Lord if thou wilt thou canst make me clean 20 1 Kings 19.9 7. And he came unto a Cave and lodged there 23 Genesis 28.12 8. And he dreamed a Dream and behold a Ladder set upon the Earth and the top of it reached unto Heaven and behold the Angels descending and ascending on it 27 Proverbs 18.14 9. But a wounded Spirit who can bear 33 Matthew 24.38 10. And knew not until the Flood came and took them all away 37 Luke 7.5 11. For he loved our Nation and hath built us a Synagogue 40 John 20.11 12. But Mary stood without at the Sepulchre weeping and as she wept she stooped down and looked into the Sepulchre 44 Ecclesiastes 12.1 13. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth 47 Luke 18.11 14. The Pharisee stood up and pray'd God I thank thee I am not as other men are 50 Matthew 16.26 15. For what is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul 53 Canticles 2.1 16. I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of the Vallies 57   A Copy of Verses to the Right Honorable the Lord Chief Justice Raynsford   An Elogy on the Death of Edmund Lenthal Esq FINIS