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A57207	The mirrour of mercy in the midst of misery, or, Life triumphant in death, wherein free-will is abolished, and free-grace exalted with the large wonders of loves wounds / written in a fit of sicknesse by Jeremiah Rich.	Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?	1654 (1654)	Wing R1345; ESTC R36787	20,326	50

his power away he that climbed can hardly crawle and he that had Feathers to fly can scarce finde Feet to follow for so much do the words of our subject import Draw me and I will run after thee And now with a free will answer me all free welwillers you that have still the power your Father had in Paradice that can overthrow Sinne and conquer Sathan shut up Hell and open Heaven and baffle all those principalities and powers temptations and corruptions which often in our Journey to Heaven doe make us lye becalmed does not thine eye check to see our subject does not thy heart smite thee to reade thine inability Peradventure thou wilt aske how God drawes the Soule I could answer severall wayes God is not ty'd to the education condition meanes time matter nor manner of his creature And his wayes are above our thoughts as far as an infinite Creator is beyond a finite creature it is the prerogative of his grace to draw one man one way and another man another way all of which for their number and nature are past our finding out neverthelesse I shall name five wayes and they be these By his Workes By his Word By his Lash By his Light And by his Love First God draws by his workes and this I believe would puzzle the Intellects of Angels to rehearse who I think are the fittest Orators to utter the glory of his greatnesse since they are not clouded with a vaile of flesh but can behold those works of wonder in a more perfect forme which I believe doth not a little amaze those glorious creatures while they bow before the Immortall throne What meanes the forming of this spacious universe and the setting so faire a fabrick in such a curious frame the Imperiall Heavens where Argel●sing Hallelujahs I shall not speak of that sence it passeth the highest capacity and in relation of which many abler pens than mine have been already dull'd it being circkled with such brightnesse and glory in such a capacious Orbe that no mortall can behold and not drop downe and dye And when Aurora sets open her golden gates in what a Majesty the Sun arises as from a bed of Roses to rouze up sleepy mortals and lend his light to all unmuzling Darknesse from the lower World And with what swiftnesse doth he hurry through the Zodiack adding Summers heat and Winters cold and sometimes a Medium when he mingles his sire with the cold and freezing Aire and how welcome is his approach to the Earth who against the returne of his Chariot wheeles doth cast off her mantle of mourning and adornes her selfe with costly fruits sweet flowers perfumed finells rich odours amorous glances sweet smiles beauty bravery dignity and glory wrapt in a robe of the purest dye and flourishing in a never-fading livery of green Beside the Moon Planets and fixed Starres and all those Royall Armies that spangle the Canopie that in their nightly Watches they might adorne the darkned Throne when Darknesse drawes a sable Curtaine o're the Skie and the Sun hath done the day What shall I say for the time would faile me to tell you of the Royall Armies of Heaven their secret workings in their severall Orbes the Golden Mines costly Jemms rich Jewels of the Earth her pompous Apparell delitious fare Physicall Herbes gallant Fruits sweet Flowers the wonders of Art the hidden fecresies of Nature that lye in the boundlesse Earth unfathom'd Sea unseen Fire and perfumed Aire What meane the shining Lamps of Heaven that chase away darknesse from the world the dividing of the unruly Elements the hanging of the Earth just in the Center of the Heavens her wondrous motion between the two Poles her equall distance from the flaming Chariot of the Sun and the hidden region of Fire lest with contagious heate our hearts should faile lest we should suck up hot lightning and imbrace in our bosomes Fire in the stead of Aire The workes of God have in all ages drawn Souls as may witnesse the Plagues of Egypt the Prosperity of Israel the overthrow of Nations the clashing of Kingdomes the dividing of the red Sea the Manna in the Wildernesse the thundering of the Law on Mount Sina the Birth of our Saviour the deeds that he did the Sick that were healed the Eyes that were opened ●●e Devills dispossessed the Wicked converted the Lame that were cured the Lepers that were cleansed the Dead that were raised the calming of the Sea to the Disciples the Holy Ghost that was given to the Apostles the draught of Fishes to Peter the Vision from Heaven to Paul These works of God I say have in all ages wrought on both Sinners and Saints causing the one to admire and the other to adore Secondly God drawes by his word and if it were demanded what word I should answer the sweetest words that Art or Love can frame the word of the Gospell what directions dehortations what councels and comforts what inticements and allurements every Line is penn'd with Love every Page hath its promise that he that runs may read and if it were not so how should the poore Pilgrim wander to the holy land when on the one hand the world presents him with riches and rarities honour and pleasure presumption and pride dignity vaine-glory stately buildings costly faire trampling Horses rich Jewels rare Musick inchaunting faces amorous glaunces sweet smiles when his journey to Heaven is strewed with Briars and Thornes difficulties and dangers afflictions desertions trialls temptations being despised disgraced afflicted tormented and abused with envy and folly discourtesie disloyalty opinion and disdaine and how often doe these poore Soules strike Saile and lye becalm'd when the Heavens are covered with blacknesse and darknesse and the Sun of glory is mantled in a sable cloud and hath turned the glorious morn into a gloomy day Therefore the Almighty wisdome thought best to draw by his word and no part of his word so prevalent as promises to support the Soule in the midst of sorrow they being the promises of this life and of that which is to come the promises of pardon of sinne of rest for the Soule of protection from danger of deliverance from Feare of communion with the Spirit of fellowship with the Sonne of eternall life and the Fathers love and how exceeding great and precious are they great in the superlative the greatest All that we have are nothing to promises they are like Spikenard in the Kings Palace or Manna in the Wildernesse or Solomons Chariot paved with Love or Balme in Gilead or Moses rod or the ointment poured on Jesus Christ or that perfume that ran about the head of Aaron being for our security in the possession of the Prince of Peace built upon the rock of ages the Usurer it may be hath rusty prosperity the high-borne flashy dignity the Prodigall a puffe of Pleasure the Souldier a blast of honour But tell me thou Silkeworme or speak thou glorious slave how long will

Cool'd as the angry North when Jove makes bold To cl●ath the Universe with freezing cold Sometimes I was in Heaven or else not farre Below it where I saw each wandring Starre Move in their severall Orbs Sometimes mine eyes Beheld great wonders as if all the Skies Were pav'd with Pearles and Rubies then I 'de run To view the glittering Palace of the Sun Where I beheld how Phoebus drove his throne Over the Spangled vault and I made moane He went so swift away with hot desire Lashing his Horse with whips of flaming Wier Then to the middle Region of the Aire My fancy would retire to view the rare Agreement of the Elements how they Keep in their bounds and every houre obey The Ordinance of Heaven and then my minde Would thinke how clouds rode on the winged winde Now horrid Aeolus who is heard too oft And wide-mouth'd Boreas raises stormes aloft ●he sable Clowds have blotted all the Skies And to the apprehension of all eyes ●ave banish●d the Sunnes glory all is black With angry Clowds the Poles do seem to crack The Axeltrees to rend the Fabrick shakes The Exalations and the Vapours makes The flashy Lightnings and the Winds to flie With Thunder-bolts from Jove's Artillerie Then on the suddaine all is hush and gone And smiling Phoebus in his kingly Throne The roaring Thunder now is quite given o're And angry Jove will fire his Guns no more Neptune appeares to calme the swelling maine Delus and Boreas now are friends againe The Clowds are vanish'd and the Heavens do smile As if they did but fright us all this while And all was done in jest but to invoak Us to believe a God with that I'woke What horrid shape is that that calls dim Night To hide my torments that abjure the light With that like thunder or like flashy fire His fury rose Wherefore dost thou inquire Sayes he I am the King of feares and I Was sent with summons from Eternity I dwell in that dark Vault where the black line Of Death is drawne where Pluto Proserpine Proud Beelzebub and Mephestophilus Pale-sac'd Oblivion horrid Cerberus Millions of Haggs and fearefull Furies haunt Grim Charon and the churlish Rhadamant Where Etna's hill doth pour her hideous flames Into the starry Region and proclaims A terrour to the world by soaring higher Than flashy lightening or feeble fier While the amazed Marriner from a sarre Looking aloft admires what blazing Starre Threatens the aged Moon because they be Fearfull fore runners of a tragedie At this turn'd my face and wept till all My ch●●k●● were bath'd and is my Funerall So sudda●ly to be and is there none Will send a sigh to heaven a tear a grone Will no one begg for me that heaven would stay His hand a while and give me longer day Unhappy m●ther where are all your gaines Poore satisfaction for your nine moneths paines Was it for nought but this oh rather why Did not weep a shower of teares and die Within my Nurses armes Then might I have No fostering but a cradle and a grave Oh beauteous Innocence how blest art thou Sweet Vertue too oh might I tarry now How should I love thee then I should not feare To flie into the bosome of my Deare Where lifted up ravisht I should behold That shining City built of burnisht gold Like to transparent glass then should I dare To travaile through the dwellings of the aire To immortality where I might see Wonders deny'd to our capacity There is perpetuall Youth perpetuall Spring ●o evening cold no heat nor no such thing ●s time or feeble age nor timorous feare ●nvy deceipt and pride are strangers there ●here is no dread of horror to perplex● ●o poverty to curb no care to vexe ●o fear● of Theeves to rob no Moth to rust ●o winking fraud no trembling distrust ●o trading there nor trafi●king for toyes ●ut every man his owne desires enjoyes ●here troops of glorious Angels shall surprize Having rare pleasures sitting on their eyes ●he new-come Soule in white transparant vailes ●esembling Snow their garments deckt with trailes Of Orient Pearle with which you may behold ●right Diamonds their girdles are of Gold ●heir eyes like morning rayes but shine more ra●e ●ike threds of fringed Gold their frizled haire ●heir countenances sweet where Love incloses ●he Lillies with a bed of fragrant Roses ●nd send a thousand thousand graces downe ●rom their faire eyes to welcome me and crowne My Soule with endlesse pleasures and delights Of rarities their Snowy hands invites ●o their rare walkes where that Immortal love ●ts richly shadowed in a hallowed grove ●here pleasures still are length'ned with device ●heir food is swelling fruit of Paradice Where on a banke of Violets our eares ●hall drinke the ravishing musick of the spheres While we sing Hallelujahs to 't and cry No Joy no triumph to Eternity Oh! If the King of Heaven would please to smile And to my dayes adde but a little while A little little longer that poor I Might learne to live before I come to dye How should I prize it then with regenerate feare Would I goe bathe my eye-lids with a teare For my black crimes how should I slight this ball Of Earth and tread and trample upon all The glory of the world then should my dayes Be past in purity and spent in praise But now I see my labouring sands are run From times swift houre glasse the dayes bright Sun Is hurryed to the shades where envious night Will hide the lustre of his glorious light And now 't is vaine for me thus to implore I must be gone and shall see Man no more Death I have out-stayed my patience let 's away Together yonder comes the dawning day And still we linger on cease thy vaine prayers They are too tedious and my waighty affaires Will not admit delay thy weake desire Is vaine thus thus I 'le quench my flameing Ire Time Hold I command thee hold or by my powers Yeares ages seasons moneths dayes minutes houres And by the spangled Palace of the Sun By all their glories ere my glasse is run Strike if thou dar'st strike look here this hand Hath brought from heaven a powerful countermand I 'le puff thy power away and banish thee To that low vault of black eternity Stand back or to the shades thou shalt be hurld I 'le make thee cease triumphing o're the world At this Death vanisht and who ever saw Those timerous people that were struck in awe With that great Comet that did once appeare Within the Horizon of our Hemisphere May guesse how we all wondred at the story Being much amazed at this Persons glory Therefore 'twixt grief or feare joy hope or rage I thus replyed What mean these Changes What has Time or Age To do with us What sodaine Change is this What glorious Guest What Bird of Paradise Does here attend us What bright A●gel's he Has left the Palace of Eternity To grace my Funerall with his