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<P><GAP DESC="foreign"> Or, A PRAYER-SONG; BEING Sacred Poems ON THE HISTORY OF THE BIRTH and PASSION OF OUR Ble&s;&s;ed SAVIOUR, And &s;everal other choice texts of SCRIPTURE.</P>
<P>In two PARTS.</P>
<P>By <HI>Daniel Cudmore,</HI> Gent.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>J. C.</HI> for <HI>William Ley</HI> in <HI>Paul</HI>'s Chain. 1655.</P>
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<P><GAP DESC="foreign"> or A Prayer-Song. Being Sacred Poem<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">. On y^e Hi&s;tory of y^e birth <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"> pa&s;sio~ of our Blessed Savioiur. And &s;everal other choyce texts of Scripture. by Daniel Cudmore Gent.</P>
<Q><P>And Wee are his witn&s;ses of the&s;e things.</P> <BIBL>Acts. 5.32.</BIBL></Q>
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<Q><P>Behold the man</P><BIBL>Iohn 10.5.</BIBL></Q>
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<Q><P>Hee is not heare but is ri&s;en</P><BIBL>Mat 28.6.</BIBL></Q>
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<P><HI>La Printed by I:C: for William Ley at Paul's Chayne. 1655.</HI></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>To his honoured Friend <HI>HENRY WORTH</HI> E&s;q;</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Sir,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>IN <HI>Italy</HI> they have a Proverb, that <HI>Paper blu&s;heth not:</HI> intimating thereby, I &s;up|po&s;e, that what we are a&s;hamed perhaps to tender in per&s;on, the pale me&s;&s;enger of an <HI>Epi&s;tle</HI> will not blu&s;h to pre&s;ent. On the&s;e terms it is, that (having u&s;urp'd your Name in this Dedication, and being more happy (if in either) in my Pen then Tongue, (and &s;o more obliged to the <HI>Printer</HI> then to <HI>Nature</HI>) I beg your pardon and acceptance. I am not ignorant what cen&s;ures I &s;hall in|cur in this adventure; <HI>viz</HI> that the foun|dation indeed is good, as being portions of Scripture; but the &s;uper&s;tructure, <HI>wood, hay, and &s;tubble,</HI> as being not &s;upplied with materials from tho&s;e <HI>Hurams</HI> of Spirit and
<PB REF="4">Learning; and &s;o rather <HI>apples</HI> of lead, than of <HI>gold, in the&s;e pictures of &s;ilver:</HI> that what <HI>Socrates</HI> &s;aid in mode&s;ty of his Works, may be &s;aid in earne&s;t of mine, <HI>That the Paper is more worth then the Work.</HI> The&s;e Obje|ctions, and more than I can anticipate, much le&s;s prevent, have pur&s;ued me to Sanctuary under the &s;hadow of your <HI>EA|GLES</HI> wing, where I doubt neither of ac|ceptance nor &s;afety. Not that I would make your Patronage an <HI>A&s;ylum</HI> for Igno|rance, or your Protection a Refuge for in|con&s;iderate Boldne&s;s: but that I know your Noble nature to be ever ready to counte|nance the endeavours, and to protect the &s;tudies of Vertue and Hone&s;ty; whereof as I &s;hall &s;till endeavour to be a con&s;tant embracer, &s;o of you always a true honour|er: in token whereof, I humbly devote my &s;elf</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><HI>From my Study in</HI> Tiverton <DATE><HI>this <GAP DESC="blank"> of <GAP DESC="blank"></HI></DATE></DATELINE>
<SIGNED>Your obliged &s;ervant,<HI>Daniel Cudmore.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>To his indu&s;trious Friend, Mr. DANIEL CUDMORE.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI> Dare pre&s;ume to tell the bold-fac'd Times,</L>
<L>Divinity looks best, thus cloath'd in Rymes.</L>
<L>Of all the Factions that have crept of late</L>
<L>Into the bowels of our whining State,</L>
<L>None's like the <HI>Momu&s;ites;</HI> for ev'ry one</L>
<L>Studies to carp, nay &s;carce lets God alone.</L>
<L>De&s;troy'd by tongues the tow'r of <HI>Babel</HI> lies;</L>
<L>Heav'n grant we fall not by our Here&s;ies.</L>
<L>Believe me, Friend, thy Labours &s;hew thou art</L>
<L>Indu'd with Wi&s;dom; and thy &s;erious heart</L>
<L>Hath no outragious Faction, but each line</L>
<L>Di&s;til'd from heav'n, tells us that they are thine.</L>
<L>Go on with courage: though Religion lie</L>
<L>Now groaning under &s;ad Deformity,</L>
<L>And at this time bears an Ecliptick &s;tain,</L>
<L>'T will end in conque&s;t, and &s;hine bright again.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Jo. Quarles.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>To the worthy Author.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GOod works are their own prai&s;ers: they that &s;how</L>
<L>What 'tis to prai&s;e a work, prai&s;e what they know.</L>
<L>I'll tell thee, friend, thy labor was my pain</L>
<L>In reading; and that reading, was my gain.</L>
<L>I did not onely reade, but under&s;tood</L>
<L>What 't was I read; and therefore &s;ay, 'T is good.</L>
<L>And if my erring judgement have mi&s;took,</L>
<L>Let the world judge my Judgment, not thy Book.</L>
<L>I'll therefore &s;econd what I &s;aid before:</L>
<L>'Tis good, I'm &s;ure 'tis good; and what needs more?</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED> <HI>Ric. Harri&s;on,</HI> Inte. Tomp.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>To the ingenious Author, upon his Book.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO prai&s;e thy work were but to work thy prai&s;e;</L>
<L>'T is Vertue that thou aim&s;t at, &amp; not Bays:</L>
<L>Thy Work is thy Encomium; therefore I</L>
<L>Will &s;pend no time in Prodigality</L>
<L>Of flatt'ring prai&s;e: but this in &s;hort I'll tell;</L>
<L>I read, I lik'd, I prais'd: and &s;o farewel.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED> <HI>Charles Hubburt,</HI> Gr. Inne.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="introduction">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>The Introduction.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 90.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="17">17 Prosper thou the works of our hands upon us; O pro&s;per thou our handy-work.</P></Q>
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<LG>
<L>LOrd, thou without who&s;e-ble&s;&s;ing &amp; &s;ucce&s;s,</L>
<L>Our Wits degenerate to Wickedne&s;s;</L>
<L>Who if thou bid&s;t not <HI>Write,</HI> that book may die</L>
<L>In &s;hame, or prove the Author's <HI>Tragedie:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who</HI> David<HI>'s tongue mad'&s;t as a ready pen,</HI></L>
<L><HI>When thee he prais'd the faire&s;t of all men:</HI></L>
<L>O make my pen as ready as his tongue,</L>
<L>In this my <HI>Euchodie and Prayer-&s;ong:</HI></L>
<L>Refine my Wit, to Wi&s;dom, in this Poem;</L>
<L>Accept the Dedication, &s;peak the Proem.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Naaman</HI> love his proud <HI>Dama&s;cus</HI> &s;treams,</L>
<L>And others hug their <HI>Heliconian</HI> dreams:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;prings alone that flow from <HI>Sions</HI> hill</L>
<L>Shall drench my barren brain, and moi&s;t my quill.</L>
<L>But &s;ince all &s;prings in&s;pire not, but befool,</L>
<L>&V;nle&s;s thy <HI>Angel of Bethe&s;da's pool</HI></L>
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<L><HI>De&s;cend and move them with his healing grace;</HI></L>
<L>Unle&s;s thy Spirit move upon their face:</L>
<L><HI>Oh would they now de&s;cend and &s;o baptize</HI></L>
<L><HI>My childi&s;h fancie in the&s;e</HI> My&s;teries:</L>
<L><HI>Then &s;hould I &s;ing thy Birth, as if my bre&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>With one of</HI> tho&s;e thy Angels <HI>were po&s;&s;e&s;t;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And write thy deeds, as if thou had&s;t afforded</HI></L>
<L><HI>Me</HI> what th' Evangeli&s;ts have not recorded:</L>
<L><HI>So would I wail thy death, that &s;ome &s;hould think</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy</HI> vinegar and gall <HI>my onely Ink;</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Pen &s;hould be &s;o tart, that it &s;hould tear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And deeper pierce then did the</HI> Souldiers &s;pear.</L>
<L><HI>But thou who knew'&s;t our weakne&s;s by the &s;en&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of a dear-purcha&s;ed experience,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Have pity on my</HI> Ignorance, <HI>and daign</HI></L>
<L><HI>Some &s;parks of native</HI> wi&s;dom <HI>here again;</HI></L>
<L><HI>That in this, men of a judicious head</HI></L>
<L><HI>If not thy</HI> Image, <HI>may thy</HI> foot&s;teps <HI>read.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet let not th' earth, thus by thy foot&s;teps trod,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be proud, but &s;till remember 't is a clod;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Le&s;t it thy prai&s;es curtal, and abridge</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thee of thy right, by</HI> Paper-&s;acriledge.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="1" REF="6">
<HEAD>On the Nativity of our Lord and Saviour Je&s;us Chri&s;t.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Luke 2.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="10">10&mdash;Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy that &s;hall be to all people.</P>
<P N="11">11 For unto us is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Chri&s;t the Lord.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<L>LEt none hence wonder that the &s;ouls va&s;t nature</L>
<L>Is comprehended in &s;o &s;mall a &s;tature:</L>
<L>That wonder's crampt, that mirrour here exploded;</L>
<L>For in this child there is compriz'd a <HI>Godhead.</HI></L>
<L>But &s;tay, do not the heav'ns crouch at his feet,</L>
<L>And beg the honour of a bearing-&s;heet?</L>
<L>Doth not the <HI>Sun</HI> de&s;cend on earth to &s;hine</L>
<L>And take his <HI>Palace,</HI> for a nobler Signe?</L>
<L>Doth not the <HI>Moon,</HI> like &s;ome great <HI>maid of honor,</HI></L>
<L>With all the <HI>troops of &s;tars</HI> attending on her,</L>
<PB N="2" REF="7">
<L>Sue for &s;ome office? No, ble&s;t Childe, my Mu&s;e</L>
<L>Doth veil her crown, and humbly begs excu&s;e:</L>
<L>A Quill from th' <HI>Angel's</HI> wing that &s;ung thy birth,</L>
<L>Were a fit Pen to carol forth our mirth.</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t deve&s;t thy &s;elf of much more glory,</L>
<L>That thou might&s;t clothe us with intran&s;itory.</L>
<L>The <HI>Sun</HI>'s too weak of lu&s;tre, it would frown</L>
<L>Among&s;t the glories of a <HI>Martyr's</HI> crown;</L>
<L>And the dull glory of the azur'd &s;tage,</L>
<L>But a poor <HI>Pageant</HI> to their <HI>equipage.</HI></L>
<L>But may I draw the veil, and not de&s;erve</L>
<L>T' have one eternal on my vi&s;ive nerve?</L>
<L>'Twas not long &s;ince thy <HI>fiery-pointed eye</HI></L>
<L><HI>Did &s;parkle with con&s;uming Maje&s;tie;</HI></L>
<L>And is it all confin'd, compri&s;ed all</L>
<L>Within the circuit of this gellied ball?</L>
<L>'Twas not long &s;ince <HI>thou breath'd&s;t in us our &s;ouls;</HI></L>
<L>And &s;ince, <HI>thy breath did kindle burning coles:</HI></L>
<L>And do we dare thy no&s;trils? heark, O wonder!</L>
<L>He cries, whom er&s;t I've heard to <HI>roar in thunder.</HI></L>
<L>'Twas not long &s;ince &s;uch glory <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> drew</L>
<L>From &s;ee'ng thy back-parts none his face could view:</L>
<L>And can we &s;ee thy face? do not, w'implore,</L>
<L>Brandi&s;h de&s;tructive glory th'row each pore.</L>
<L>'Twas not long &s;ince, at thy commanding word,</L>
<L>The world &s;prung out of nought, like <HI>Jonah</HI>'s guord;</L>
<L>And &s;ince at <HI>Sinai</HI>'s mount, did <HI>I&s;rael</HI> crie,</L>
<L><HI>Let not the Lord &s;peak to us, le&s;t we die.</HI></L>
<PB N="3" REF="7">
<L>And is the <HI>mighty Coun&s;ellor</HI> &s;o weak;</L>
<L>And <HI>he that gave the tongue,</HI> can he not &s;peak?</L>
<L>And mu&s;t their glories all be under&s;tood</L>
<L>To be wrapt up in humble fle&s;h and blood?</L>
<L>A Series of wonders! which nor men</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Angels</HI> can nor comprehend nor pen:</L>
<L>Therefore as <HI>Angels</HI> humbly veil at it</L>
<L>Their Wi&s;doms crowns, let us our crowns of Wit.</L>
<L>That <HI>Spirit</HI> who conceiv'd thee, <HI>he</HI> can teach</L>
<L>How to conceive a Wonder of this reach:</L>
<L>By him my &s;oul a knowledge of thy worth</L>
<L>Brings forth as ea&s;ie as thou wert brought forth.</L>
<L>Hence then let's fetch our <HI>Epoche,</HI> and call</L>
<L>This ble&s;&s;ed day the birth-day of us all.</L>
<L>What did our carnal birth boot us? this morn</L>
<L>Redeems us who condemned were ere born.</L>
<L>O might I now, by vertue of thy birth,</L>
<L>Be born anew! 'twould adde to this days mirth;</L>
<L>And th' <HI>Angels who did at thy birth rejoyce,</HI></L>
<L><HI>At mine in &s;inging would lift up their voice.</HI></L>
<L>Ble&s;t Childe! that <HI>met'&s;t the heaven with a &s;pan,</HI></L>
<L>Yet in a &s;pan art couch'd; that <HI>do&s;t contain</HI></L>
<L><HI>Th' earth in mea&s;ure;</HI> Lord, yet 'tis thy plea&s;ure</L>
<L>To be contained in an earthen mea&s;ure.</L>
<L><HI>The heav'n of heav'ns cannot contain thy grace,</HI></L>
<L>Nor art thou &s;traiten'd in a little place.</L>
<L>Come then, take up my heart, and until death,</L>
<L>O make my bre&s;t thy ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Nazareth.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="4" REF="8">
<HEAD>On the murther of the Innocents.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Matth. 2.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="16">16. Then Herod when he &s;aw that he was mock|ed by the wi&s;e-men, was exceeding wroth, and &s;ent forth, and &s;lew all the children that were in Bethlehem from two yeers old and under, accord|ing to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wi&s;e-men.</P></Q>
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<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>GOod Babes! of whom I may &s;ay true,</L>
<L>For Chri&s;t ye did an off ring fall,</L>
<L>And di'd for <HI>Chri&s;t,</HI> ere <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> for you;</L>
<L>Although none could his love fore&s;tal.</L>
<L><HI>Ble&s;t Infantry!</HI> your <HI>Sov'raign's ta&s;ters</HI></L>
<L>To him of <HI>Herod</HI>'s cup of Malice,</L>
<L>Ere Chri&s;t to fini&s;h his di&s;a&s;ters,</L>
<L>Drank deep and free the final <HI>Chalice.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ble&s;t Innocents!</HI> with whom the ca&s;e thus &s;tood,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t circumci&s;ed, then baptiz'd in blood.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="5" REF="8">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Sweet <HI>Saplings!</HI> who to &s;pell the <HI>Branch,</HI></L>
<L>Fall &s;ubject under <HI>Herod</HI>'s rape;</L>
<L>VVho&s;e <HI>Boureauxes</HI> cut and blanch,</L>
<L>And rob you of your juyce and &s;ap.</L>
<L>You got <HI>(ble&s;t Cyons)</HI> by this craft;</L>
<L>And you may ble&s;s curs'd <HI>Herod</HI>'s knife:</L>
<L>Be'ng hence tran&s;planted, y'are ingraft,</L>
<L>And bourgeon on the <HI>tree of life;</HI></L>
<L>Where each <HI>Herodian cicatrice</HI> doth bloom</L>
<L>Like <HI>Aaron</HI>'s <HI>rod:</HI> &s;o may you ble&s;s your doom.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Curs'd <HI>Fox!</HI> Hell with thy brains did club,</L>
<L>Thus needle&s;ly to back thy claim:</L>
<L>But could not blinde rage &s;pare thy <HI>Cub?</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t he fall too, before thy aim?</L>
<L><HI>Foxes</HI> u&s;e prey abroad, but thou</L>
<L>(Although unwittingly) at home:</L>
<L>Ambitious madne&s;s asks not now</L>
<L>Who&s;e't is thou prey'&s;t upon, or whom.</L>
<L>Ju&s;t! &s;ince thou ha&s;t <HI>no bowels,</HI> that thy &s;on</L>
<L>Should fall among&s;t the re&s;t a &s;laughter'd one.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="6" REF="9">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Thus <HI>Pharaoh</HI> (like our greedy
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>The Arms of</HI> Rich. 3. <HI>who &s;lew his brothers children.</HI></NOTE> Hog,</L>
<L>Or of the kennel with this <HI>Fox</HI>)</L>
<L>Who more ador'd <HI>Anubis dog,</HI></L>
<L>Then the plainne&s;s of <HI>I&s;is ox,</HI></L>
<L>Once fearing <HI>I&s;rael</HI>'s increa&s;e,</L>
<L>Enjoyn'd each one to drown each male,</L>
<L>Till <HI>I&s;r'el</HI> groaning for relea&s;e,</L>
<L>Their prayers to their <HI>God</HI> exhale;</L>
<L>Till <HI>he</HI> de&s;cends, and in one fatal morn</L>
<L>Slew each Egyptian's, and the King's fir&s;t-born.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>But <HI>you</HI> who&s;e doctrine, like the crabs,</L>
<L>Swims backward 'gain&s;t the &s;tream of Truth;</L>
<L>Speak, In what <HI>Lymbus</HI> are the&s;e babes,</L>
<L>Or all the <HI>I&s;ra'liti&s;h</HI> youth?</L>
<L>Say, In what fold of <HI>Purgatory,</HI></L>
<L>Purg'd in what &s;treams of fire or water,</L>
<L>Are the&s;e <HI>Lambs</HI> whom this <HI>Fox</HI> did worry,</L>
<L>Or <HI>dog</HI> &s;lew? what can fancy flatter?</L>
<L>Name me what <HI>canonized Saint and Martyr</HI></L>
<L>Annex'd this truth unto the Scriptures Charter.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="7" REF="9">
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Peace, <HI>Rachel,</HI> peace; do not deplore</L>
<L>The murther of thy children, <HI>&s;eeing</HI></L>
<L><HI>They're not;</HI> yet are they not no more,</L>
<L>And than thou gav'&s;t have better being:</L>
<L>VVeep not thy buds &s;o &s;oon do bleed</L>
<L>Almo&s;t, as thou did&s;t them di&s;clo&s;e;</L>
<L>They &s;hould have grown here among&s;t weed,</L>
<L>Now flouri&s;h with their <HI>Je&s;&s;e's ro&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Let <HI>Herod</HI> grieve for his &s;on's death, and weep;</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t no cau&s;e; then do not &s;igh &s;o deep.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>John</HI> the Bapti&s;t's being beheaded.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Mark 6.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="27">27 And immediately Herod the king &s;ent an executioner, and commanded his head to be brought: and he went, and beheaded him in the pri&s;on,</P>
<PB N="8" REF="10">
<P N="28">28 And brought his head in a charger, and gave it to the dam&s;el, and the dam&s;el gave it to her mother.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>THrice-happie <HI>morning-&s;tar,</HI> that did&s;t fore-run</L>
<L>The <HI>Sun of righteou&s;ne&s;s</HI> his neer approach;</L>
<L>As that <HI>Po&s;tilion</HI> precedes the Sun,</L>
<L>And u&s;hers to the world his glorious Coach.</L>
<L><HI>Blest Prodrom!</HI> who by th'art of <HI>Philip</HI> 's wife</L>
<L>Did&s;t <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> fore-run in death, as well as life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Thrice-happie <HI>Jacob's Shiloh's Prolocutor!</HI></L>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Mercury</HI> to <HI>Jacob</HI>'s <HI>glorious Star;</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Saviour's Harbinger,</HI> the <HI>Gentiles</HI> Tutor,</L>
<L>To &s;hew their <HI>expectation</HI> was not far;</L>
<L>Who in a purer &s;tream then <HI>Jordan</HI>'s flood,</L>
<L>At la&s;t baptiz'd thy Bapti&s;m with thy blood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Cur&s;t <HI>Herod!</HI> who as <HI>John Elijah</HI>'s &s;pirit</L>
<L>Had by a gracious influence bequeath'd;</L>
<L>So thou, as by po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion, did&s;t inherit</L>
<L>Thy father's rage, which here on <HI>John</HI> was breath'd.</L>
<L>Had&s;t thou no <HI>Trophee</HI> to adorn thy birth,</L>
<L>But th' <HI>Bapti&s;t</HI>'s head? no triumph but &s;uch mirth?</L>
</LG>
<PB N="9" REF="10">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Bloody <HI>Herodias!</HI> that wert &s;o rough,</L>
<L>To recompen&s;e <HI>Iohn</HI>'s zeal with &s;uch requitals:</L>
<L>Was not thy <HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> &s;pirited enough,</L>
<L>Not joyn'd in con&s;ort with the <HI>Bapti&s;t</HI>'s vitals?</L>
<L>Never was <HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> of &s;o gro&s;s a crime</L>
<L>Arraigned guilty, &s;ince old <HI>Iubal</HI>'s time.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Vile Wretch! who thus would&s;t make ra&s;h <HI>Herod</HI>'s oath</L>
<L>A Pander to a hot ince&s;t'ous Bed:</L>
<L>Neither did <HI>Thomyris</HI> that famous <HI>Goth,</HI></L>
<L>As thou on <HI>Iohn</HI>'s, in&s;ult on <HI>Cyrus</HI> head.</L>
<L>Vile Mon&s;ter! thus to nu&s;tle up thy daughter,</L>
<L>Ev'n from her tender yeers, to blood &amp; &s;laughter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Wretch'd Dam&s;el!</HI> thou who&s;e too too active feet</L>
<L>Were onely <HI>&s;wift to &s;hed the harmle&s;s blood</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of th' innocent:</HI> ev'n &s;o a dancing Fleet</L>
<L>Waits for her prey, while 't wantons on the flood.</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o a Hawk doth quaver in the air,</L>
<L>Before &s;he &s;ou&s;e: &s;o danc'd thy wicked pair.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Iohn!</HI> as was <HI>Elijah,</HI> &s;o wert thou</L>
<L>Into a wilderne&s;s by fury bani&s;h'd;</L>
<L>Both forc'd by women, both pur&s;u'd by vow,</L>
<L>Though both not in a fiery Chariot vani&s;h'd.</L>
<L>Yet herein thou an equal &s;hare may&s;t plead;</L>
<L>Th'art member'd to a far more <HI>glorious Head.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="10" REF="11">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Good God! how are we honour'd! that as <HI>John</HI></L>
<L>Fore-ran to fit Chri&s;t's way before his face;</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o our Saviour, thy ble&s;&s;ed Son,</L>
<L>Prepares our way, and fits our re&s;ting place:</L>
<L>O let's &s;ucceed, where we &s;hall be no other</L>
<L>Then joynt-heirs with thy Son our <HI>elder brother.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the woman of Canaan.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Matth. 25.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="28">28 Then Je&s;us an&s;wered and &s;aid unto her, O woman, great is thy faith; be it unto thee even as thou wilt. And her daughter was made whole from that very hour.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>GOod-woman! who could&s;t thus not only brook</L>
<L>A &s;tern di&s;dainful look,</L>
<L>But the di&s;ciples wrath, who held thy &s;uit</L>
<L>Some clamorous pur&s;uit;</L>
<L>As who would give no an&s;wer to a Cur,</L>
<L>But with a &s;taff or &s;pur.</L>
<PB N="11" REF="11">
<L>Nay, though that <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> retorted thy <HI>Lord help,</HI></L>
<L>With no relief but <HI>Whelp,</HI></L>
<L>And whom thou hop'd&s;t thy <HI>Advocate,</HI> we read,</L>
<L>Did thus again&s;t thee plead:</L>
<L>How held&s;t thou his denials of thy want</L>
<L>A prologue to a grant?</L>
<L>As if repul&s;e were the propos'd condition</L>
<L>To faith, before admi&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>How by thy con&s;tancie was he e&s;teem'd</L>
<L>Then mo&s;t propitious, when he farthe&s;t &s;eem'd?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>When he &s;eem'd deaf, how thy importun'd prayer</L>
<L>To mu&s;ick tun'd the ayr,</L>
<L>And with ingeminated violence,</L>
<L>Monopoliz'd his &s;ence?</L>
<L>And when he &s;eem'd to thee no le&s;s then dumb,</L>
<L>How for thy faithful crumb,</L>
<L>He having with his <HI>bread</HI> &s;upply'd thy cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Di&s;mi&s;s'd thee with applau&s;e.</L>
<L>Denials made not thy affections froward,</L>
<L>Nor yet thy zeal a coward.</L>
<L>Thy quick-ey'd faith, &s;miles through <HI>his</HI> frowns did view,</L>
<L>And through <HI>his</HI> wrath love knew:</L>
<L>It through <HI>his</HI> threats an invitation &s;aw,</L>
<L>Which by repul&s;e did draw,</L>
<L>And in the &s;harp reproaches he avouch'd,</L>
<L>Di&s;cern'd a welcome couch'd.</L>
<PB N="12" REF="12">
<L>Let others hope of Force, and boa&s;t of Fortune;</L>
<L>When they &s;hall fail, I gain when I importune.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>But how is <HI>Chri&s;t,</HI> but now &s;o much e&s;tranged,</L>
<L>Now all to mercy changed?</L>
<L>And thou, at fir&s;t a <HI>dog,</HI> art now inrol'd</L>
<L>One of his <HI>flock</HI> and <HI>fold.</HI></L>
<L>For Faith's the mark by which his &s;heep are known,</L>
<L><HI>And &s;uch &s;aid he's thine own.</HI></L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o wi&s;e <HI>Io&s;eph</HI> held the <HI>ten</HI> for <HI>Spies,</HI></L>
<L>Though brethren in his eyes;</L>
<L>And <HI>Benjamin,</HI> whom he reputed chief,</L>
<L>Pur&s;u'd was for a thief</L>
<L>But when he was di&s;clos'd, each threat of his</L>
<L>Is changed to a ki&s;s;</L>
<L>And for his late experimental check,</L>
<L>Wept on his brothers neck.</L>
<L>So as we ought to fear God's hand that &s;avours</L>
<L>Of peace, and &s;uch-like favours:</L>
<L>So ought we not de&s;pair: God oft doth frown,</L>
<L>And &s;eems then &s;trange, when <HI>he</HI> intends to crown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what &s;he here would for her daughter have,</L>
<L>I for my <HI>&s;i&s;ter</HI> crave:</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> for my &s;oul, and &s;he, the better <HI>I,</HI></L>
<L>Doth for her body vie.</L>
<PB N="13" REF="12">
<L>That thou would&s;t di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;s my <HI>haunted twins</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>legions</HI> of &s;ins;</L>
<L>Which though perhaps not <HI>devils,</HI> yet the &s;pawns</L>
<L>Which here <HI>their father</HI> pawns.</L>
<L>I'll not pray, <HI>If thou can&s;t;</HI> for, Lord, I know it,</L>
<L>I know well thou can&s;t do it:</L>
<L>Although with <HI>him</HI> I'll pray, with tears and grief,</L>
<L><HI>Lord help my unbelief.</HI></L>
<L>Come, purge thy Temple; let it not thus &s;tink</L>
<L>Like to a noy&s;om &s;ink.</L>
<L>Lord, if thou wilt not hear me, I will force</L>
<L>Thy mercy for remor&s;e.</L>
<L>The <HI>unju&s;t judge at length did hear her &s;ute;</HI></L>
<L>Why then 's <HI>the Iudge of all the world</HI> &s;o mute?</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the man heal'd at the pool of <HI>Bethe&s;da.</HI></HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>John 5.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="5">5 And a certain man was there, who had an infirmity thirty eight yeers.</P>
<PB N="14" REF="13">
<P N="6">6 When Je&s;us &s;aw him lie, and knew that he had been now a long time in that ca&s;e, he &s;aith unto him, Wilt thou be made whole?</P>
<P N="7">7 The impotent man an&s;wered him, Sir, I have no man when the water is troubled to put me into the pool; but while I am coming, another &s;teppeth down before me.</P>
<P N="8">8 Je&s;us &s;aith unto him, Ari&s;e, take up thy bed and walk.</P>
<P N="9">9 And immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed and walked.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>AS one long wind-bound in the <HI>Cape of hope,</HI></L>
<L>Until his gales</L>
<L>Kinde <HI>Aeolus</HI> exhales,</L>
<L>Bans the too faithful Cable-rope,</L>
<L>And th' Anchors, which of Hope true <HI>emblems</HI> are,</L>
<L>To him occa&s;ion matter of de&s;pair:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>So lay thy patience at <HI>Bethe&s;da</HI>'s pool,</L>
<L>The &s;oul &s;o waits,</L>
<L>Till death-divorcing &s;traits</L>
<L>Shall waft her hence. So in a School,</L>
<L>A full-ag'd youth, more ripe then rich, waits long</L>
<L>Till wafted thence to th' <HI>Academick</HI> throng.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="15" REF="13">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>The Tyde did &s;erve thee often to thy will,</L>
<L>By th' Angel mov'd,</L>
<L>Not by the Moon improv'd:</L>
<L>But gales of Love were wanting &s;till,</L>
<L>To launch thee forth. So, far from Shore or Tyde,</L>
<L>I've &s;een a &s;hip lie on her u&s;ele&s;s &s;ide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>But who would not than thee much longer wait,</L>
<L>If thus a&s;&s;ur'd</L>
<L>By Chri&s;t he &s;hould be cur'd?</L>
<L>And count all Phy&s;ick but deceit.</L>
<L>The vertue of this pool's not worth thy &s;trife,</L>
<L>Compar'd with Chri&s;t the Well, and Well of life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Oh who with <HI>Lazarus</HI> would not &s;u&s;tain</L>
<L>The pangs of death,</L>
<L>Ev'n to their utmo&s;t breath,</L>
<L>So by Chri&s;t to be rais'd again?</L>
<L>Much more with thee who would not wait a time,</L>
<L>With faithful patience, to be heal'd by him?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, thus I well remember, when infected,</L>
<L>Expecting &s;till</L>
<L>Aid from the Doctor's &s;till,</L>
<L>Which yet in vain I long expected:</L>
<L>Yet evermore &s;ome pa&s;&s;age intervenes,</L>
<L>And robs me of my hope of outward means.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="16" REF="14">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>While thus I lay like an <HI>expo&s;ed elf,</HI></L>
<L>While death upbraids</L>
<L>My hope of future aids,</L>
<L>My <HI>be&s;t Phy&s;ician</HI> came him&s;elf.</L>
<L>Thus if thou come, let other Doctors &s;tay,</L>
<L>And I will fee them after for delay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, when my heart's thus <HI>troubled</HI> by thy <HI>Spirit,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>South</HI> nor <HI>North</HI></L>
<L>Can hardly launch me forth;</L>
<L>Neither thy love nor wrath can &s;tir it.</L>
<L>I'm anchor'd to the world: but call the rocks,</L>
<L>They'll come; but I &s;tick fa&s;t in leaden &s;ocks.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Prodigal.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Luke 15.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="20">20 And he aro&s;e, and came to his father: and when he was yet a great way off, his father &s;aw him, and had compa&s;&s;ion, and ran and fell on his neck, and ki&s;&s;ed him.</P>
<PB N="17" REF="14">
<P N="21">21. And the &s;on &s;aid unto him, Father, I have &s;inned again&s;t heaven, and in thy &s;ight, and am no more worthy to be called thy &s;on.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>FOol-hardy <HI>Prodigal!</HI> what, could&s;t not brook</L>
<L>The di&s;c'pline of thy father's hou&s;e,</L>
<L>But wander'd&s;t like <HI>the errant &s;pou&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Ev'n as a &s;heep that hath her fold for&s;ook,</L>
<L>Among the vagrant goats to brouze,</L>
<L>From the tuition of her &s;hepherds crook:</L>
<L>VVhen in a ragged fleece,</L>
<L>Each briar having &s;natch'd a peece,</L>
<L>He's found and welcom'd as <HI>his Child or Neece.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Thus did&s;t thou rove &amp; rome, thus wert thou errant,</L>
<L>Thus did&s;t thou from thy Father range,</L>
<L>And left&s;t his Palace from &s;ome grange;</L>
<L>Thus thou embrac'd&s;t a &s;tranger for thy Parent;</L>
<L>Thy Native Land left&s;t for one &s;trange,</L>
<L>Till Death arre&s;ts thee with a meagre warrant.</L>
<L>No <HI>Confe&s;&s;or</HI> or <HI>Flamine,</HI></L>
<L>So can reduce, check or examine,</L>
<L>Like th' <HI>Inqui&s;ition</HI> of exacting famine.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="18" REF="15">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Thy wine is turn'd to tears, thy robes to rags:</L>
<L>Thy Father did not get thy Portion</L>
<L>By griping us'ry or extortion;</L>
<L>That's not the cau&s;e th' ha&s;t lavi&s;ht out thy bags,</L>
<L>Yet he wo'n't count thee an abortion,</L>
<L>Though his love draw thee not, but famine drags.</L>
<L>Thy cates are turn'd to husks,</L>
<L>To ordure thy Odours and Musks,</L>
<L>Thy Songs to whines, thy greets to churli&s;h tusks.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Let the&s;e inducements thy return con&s;train.</L>
<L>So <HI>Jacob</HI> ki&s;&s;ed his lo&s;t &s;on.</L>
<L>And <HI>David</HI> wandring <HI>Ab&s;olon;</HI></L>
<L>So <HI>Mary</HI> having often &s;ought in vain,</L>
<L>Found and embrac'd her <HI>holy One,</HI></L>
<L>As thou &s;halt be when thou return&s;t again.</L>
<L>The longing Soul of <HI>Ki&s;h</HI></L>
<L>Ne'r did for <HI>Saul</HI> more &s;trongly wi&s;h,</L>
<L>Nor welcome him with a more joyful di&s;h.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>'Twill be a <HI>Re&s;urrection,</HI> no return.</L>
<L>So <HI>Abraham</HI> took his &s;on repriev'd,</L>
<L>The <HI>Shunamite</HI> &s;o hers reviv'd,</L>
<L>As thou &s;halt be receiv'd as from thy urn;</L>
<L>So <HI>Naim</HI>'s widow took retriv'd</L>
<L>Her &s;ons life, when Chri&s;t did his death adjourn.</L>
<PB N="19" REF="15">
<L>Dead <HI>Lazarus</HI> but kept</L>
<L>His grave four dayes, as <HI>Martha</HI> wept;</L>
<L>But thou ha&s;t many yeers in darkne&s;s &s;lept.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Should any one thy Father now inform</L>
<L>Of a third brothers happy birth,</L>
<L>It would admini&s;ter le&s;s mirth,</L>
<L>Than that th'art regular, late &s;o enorm.</L>
<L>So <HI>Jacob</HI> ble&s;t that happy dearth,</L>
<L>As he this famine. Let thy Brother &s;torm:</L>
<L>Think why, where, what thou &s;erve&s;t:</L>
<L>Death here's thy wages, for thou &s;tarve&s;t;</L>
<L>Think on thy Fathers mercies, and his harve&s;ts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>'Gain&s;t heav'n and in thy &s;ight I &s;in have wrought,</L>
<L>In &s;uch a Di'lect couch thy &s;hrift;</L>
<L>Say of thy patrimonial gift,</L>
<L>I've not <HI>one talent in a napkin</HI> brought;</L>
<L>Not one to te&s;tifie my thrift:</L>
<L>Then weep the meaning of each lab'ring thought:</L>
<L>Say, thy dejected Spirit</L>
<L>Counts thee not of &s;uch worth and merit,</L>
<L>To &s;erve him, and much le&s;s, much le&s;s t' inherit.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="20" REF="16">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, I'm a prodigal, far wor&s;e then this:</L>
<L>When he away but once did rome</L>
<L>Thou (we ne'er read) invit'd&s;t him home;</L>
<L>But thou ha&s;t often woo'd me with a <HI>Ki&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Yet how unwillingly I come!</L>
<L>Then threat&s;t me with <HI>a dearth</HI> far wor&s;e then his:</L>
<L>Yet I had rather whine,</L>
<L>Then &s;ing; attend and feed with &s;wine,</L>
<L>Then with the Lamb to &s;up, with thee to dine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Woman taken in A|dultery.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>John 8.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="3">3 And the Scribes and Phari&s;ees brought unto him, a woman taken in adultery; and when they had &s;et her in the mid&s;t,</P>
<P N="4">4 They &s;ay unto him, Ma&s;ter, this woman was
<PB N="21" REF="16">taken in adultery, in the very act.</P>
<P N="5">5 Now Mo&s;es in the law commanded us that &s;uch &s;hould be &s;toned: but what &s;aye&s;t thou?</P>
<P N="7">7 So when they continued asking him, he lift up him&s;elf, and &s;aid unto them. He that is with|out &s;in, let him ca&s;t the fir&s;t &s;tone at her.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>VIle <HI>Phar'&s;ees!</HI> who would make <HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s truth the Pander</L>
<L>T'accu&s;e <HI>him</HI> but with a more &s;pecious &s;lander</L>
<L>His <HI>Statute-book</HI> hath no &s;uch <HI>Law</HI></L>
<L>Which doth vice both indulge and awe;</L>
<L>Nor made <HI>Law</HI> of that kinde,</L>
<L>Which both doth <HI>loo&s;e and binde:</HI></L>
<L>Though your <HI>Law</HI> asks</L>
<L><HI>Egyptian</HI> tasks,</L>
<L><HI>Which you will not &s;o much</HI></L>
<L><HI>As with one finger touch.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> is too &s;trict a <HI>Martial,</HI></L>
<L>Which is to &s;in nor fond nor partial.</L>
<L>And &s;ince man is too weak to &s;atisfie</L>
<L>His <HI>Father</HI>'s wrath, <HI>the Lord him&s;elf will die.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Yet your hypocri&s;ie, fal&s;e weights, and hins,</L>
<L>Neglect of truth and love, are greater &s;ins;</L>
<L>Which ere dige&s;ted into fact</L>
<L>He &s;ees, and much more in the act.</L>
<PB N="22" REF="17">
<L>Look how the womans lu&s;t</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s mercy writes in du&s;t,</L>
<L>Which the next winde</L>
<L>Blows out of minde.</L>
<L>And yet, whate'er you claim,</L>
<L>Your malice doth but aim</L>
<L>To &s;tone our <HI>Saviour</HI> in &s;teed</L>
<L>Of the adult're&s;s, for the deed.</L>
<L>And though you for her &s;in do <HI>Law</HI> enforce,</L>
<L>Your &s;p'ritual adultery is wor&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Your zeal may with her lu&s;t go hand in hand;</L>
<L>Both kindled were at one infernal brand.</L>
<L>Your zeal's a particle of light</L>
<L>Sprung from the gloomy Prince of night,</L>
<L>When <HI>in an Angel's &s;hape</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of light,</HI> he acts a rape.</L>
<L>Your zeal is baud</L>
<L>T'envie and fraud,</L>
<L>As her Concupi&s;cence</L>
<L>Was baud to this offence.</L>
<L>'T is not true zeal, but hot-brain'd zanie,</L>
<L>Which views each fault, &s;quints through each crannie;</L>
<L>To carp at others failings, but &s;till dallies</L>
<L>With her own &s;elf, nor &s;ees her craft and malice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Although &s;ome bla&s;phemou&s;ly dare di&s;tru&s;t</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s mother's honour, <HI>he</HI>'s no friend to lu&s;t:</L>
<PB N="23" REF="17">
<L>With Harlots though he eats and drinks,</L>
<L>He at their &s;in connives nor winks.</L>
<L>There's nothing now ob&s;cene.</L>
<L>In <HI>Mary Magdalene.</HI></L>
<L>Hell well enough</L>
<L>Knows he's &s;in-proof.</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> may touch pitch, yet not</L>
<L>Receive thereby a blot;</L>
<L>And he with &s;inners may conver&s;e,</L>
<L>Yet ne'er be tainted by commerce.</L>
<L>And though <HI>Phy&s;itians</HI> need an <HI>Antidote</HI></L>
<L>Ere they to &s;ick-men go, <HI>he</HI> wants them not.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Ev'n &s;o would partial <HI>Judah Tamar</HI> &s;tone,</L>
<L>Till Shame retarded Re&s;olution:</L>
<L>The <HI>Serpent,</HI> while he would implead</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Eve,</HI> receives a <HI>brui&s;ed head.</HI></L>
<L>As hi&s;t by guilt and blame,</L>
<L>Ye drop away for &s;hame.</L>
<L><HI>Seth</HI>'s pillar &s;tood</L>
<L>So, when the flood,</L>
<L>Wherein it late was drown'd,</L>
<L>Was now departed round.</L>
<L>As &s;tands the woman thus alone,</L>
<L>While you convicted all are gone;</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o &s;tood weeping <HI>Niobe,</HI> when all</L>
<L>Her hopeful &s;ons did by <HI>Apollo</HI> fall.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="24" REF="18">
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Th'art free, as if thy &s;in were ne'er committed;</L>
<L>Free as <HI>Su&s;anna,</HI> by that <HI>Childe</HI> acquitted:</L>
<L>Th'art clear and clean from this offence,</L>
<L>White as <HI>Su&s;anna</HI>'s innocence:</L>
<L>And &s;uch as hers I dare</L>
<L>Say thy Accu&s;ers are:</L>
<L>Both <HI>Law</HI> inforce,</L>
<L>Without remor&s;e:</L>
<L>As they were hurried thence,</L>
<L>So the&s;e, by Con&s;cience:</L>
<L>Both out of malice, not true zeal,</L>
<L>For &s;entence unto <HI>Law</HI> appeal.</L>
<L>Th'art clear'd by <HI>him</HI> whom thou ha&s;t <HI>griev'd a|lone;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And who dares mention what thou ill ha&s;t done?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Her lu&s;t, deep in repentant tears is drench'd</L>
<L>In waters which might <HI>Sodoms</HI> flames hav quench'd.</L>
<L>How bitterly flows from her brain</L>
<L><HI>The former and the later rain!</HI></L>
<L>Not onely for this &s;in:</L>
<L>She doth for all begin</L>
<L>To &s;igh and &s;ob,</L>
<L>To groan and throb.</L>
<L>Were thus your malice rins'd,</L>
<L>Y'had not been thus convinc'd.</L>
<PB N="25" REF="18">
<L>Her tears your malice may confound;</L>
<L>They &s;hew how deep her <HI>&s;in is drown'd</HI></L>
<L><HI>In the Seas depth.</HI> Nor doth it need your &s;tones;</L>
<L>Her fi&s;t, lo, beats her bo&s;ome till it grones.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>My &s;oul's the <HI>woman,</HI> Lord, found guilty in</L>
<L>The &s;in of lu&s;t, and in the lu&s;t of &s;in:</L>
<L>And as the devil &s;till con&s;pires</L>
<L>With my affections and de&s;ires;</L>
<L>So joyns with Con&s;cience</L>
<L>To aggravate offence:</L>
<L>Both &s;ue for &s;entence</L>
<L>Again&s;t repentance.</L>
<L>Lord, at one word of thine,</L>
<L>Their malice will decline.</L>
<L>No <HI>Ottacus</HI> on thy acquittance,</L>
<L>Will to thy court &s;ue for admittance.</L>
<L>From &s;in and guilt thus cleared when I die,</L>
<L>I &s;hall &s;tand free, and <HI>none but thee and I.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Mary Magdalene.</HI></HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Matth. 26.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="6">6 Now when Je&s;us was in Bethany, in the hou&s;e of Simon the leper,</P>
<PB N="26" REF="19">
<P N="7">7 There came unto him a woman having an alaba&s;ter-box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head as he &s;ate at meat.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>BLe&s;t <HI>Mary!</HI> who&s;e repentant rheums</L>
<L>Were far more precious then thy <HI>Nard:</HI></L>
<L>Thy tears nor age nor time con&s;umes,</L>
<L>Which wa&s;tes and dries the riche&s;t <HI>Lard.</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Nard</HI> afforded rich perfumes;</L>
<L>Thy vocal tears each where are heard.</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Nard</HI> which on <HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s head did fleet,</L>
<L>Though grateful to him, was le&s;s &s;weet</L>
<L>Then were the tears wherwith thou bath'd&s;t his feet.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>The rich ingredient which thy tears</L>
<L>Gave to thy <HI>Nard,</HI> &s;urpa&s;s'd all alms,</L>
<L>Though of continuance of years:</L>
<L><HI>True tears are of them&s;elves a balm,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Nard</HI> fore&s;talling both his ears,</L>
<L>Pre&s;ents each groan a Mercy-p&s;alm.</L>
<L>See, he accepts thy love and thee,</L>
<L>Nor doth at all e&s;teem't to be,</L>
<L>T'anoint th' <HI>Anointed,</HI> a <HI>Tautologie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="27" REF="19">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Do not e&s;teem't an act uncouth,</L>
<L>Fal&s;e-hearted <HI>Judas,</HI> what &s;he doth.</L>
<L>So <HI>Eli</HI> marked <HI>Hannah</HI>'s mouth.</L>
<L>And with her cau&s;le&s;ly was wroth.</L>
<L>So <HI>Boreas</HI> chides the healing <HI>South:</HI></L>
<L>So on the <HI>Church boors frend and froth.</HI></L>
<L>Lov'd&s;t thou the poor, yet wert &s;o &s;peedy</L>
<L>To pro&s;ecute them, and &s;o greedy,</L>
<L>To &s;ell thy Ma&s;ter that was <HI>poor and needy?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>As Ice to Cry&s;tal is congeal'd,</L>
<L>That it nor &s;un nor fire can melt;</L>
<L>So &s;eem our hearts and eye-balls &s;eal'd</L>
<L>To hardne&s;s, that no grief is felt.</L>
<L>Our fro&s;t-bound hearts lie &s;till conceal'd:</L>
<L>Let Love inflame, or Anger &s;well't:</L>
<L>Yet tears can't blinde, nor watry cries</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olve the gelly of our eyes,</L>
<L>No more then rain can melt the Cry&s;tal skies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Good-woman! who e&s;teem'd no paint</L>
<L>Like to a face blubber'd with tears;</L>
<L>All other tinctures are but faint,</L>
<L>But the&s;e out-wear all age and yeers.</L>
<L>No <HI>Venus</HI>-mole be&s;peaks a Saint,</L>
<L>No <HI>beauty-spot</HI> like the&s;e appears.</L>
<PB N="28" REF="20">
<L>And as the <HI>Moon</HI>'s each thinner place</L>
<L>Shews &s;omewhat dark, yet no di&s;grace:</L>
<L>True tears &s;o never &s;tain a beauteous face.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>For &s;in, hair-rending fingers ought</L>
<L>To be our onely cri&s;ping-pins:</L>
<L>Although indeed our hair's too &s;oft</L>
<L>To make a hair-cloth for our skins.</L>
<L>No powder is like a&s;hes thought,</L>
<L>To roll our tre&s;&s;es in for &s;ins.</L>
<L>Hair is the moi&s;ture of the brain,</L>
<L>And &s;o are tears: then 'twere not vain</L>
<L>With <HI>Mary</HI> here, to mix them once again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Thrice-ble&s;&s;ed Convert! from who&s;e bre&s;t</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t</HI> having &s;even devils ca&s;t,</L>
<L>Left not thy bo&s;ome unpo&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>But there the &s;pirit of Grief plac'd.</L>
<L>The former made thee wor&s;e then bea&s;t,</L>
<L>The later gave thee re&s;t at la&s;t.</L>
<L>Oh were I &s;o po&s;&s;e&s;s'd! the&s;e fits</L>
<L>Be&s;peak us be&s;t to b'in our wits:</L>
<L>No joy &s;hould cha&s;e it by removal-Writs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>For <HI>Lazarus</HI> my outward man,</L>
<L>If &s;ick, my <HI>Mary,</HI> Lord, can mourn;</L>
<L>Groan like a dove, throb like a &s;wan,</L>
<L>Till thou ha&s;t rais'd him from his urn:</L>
<PB N="29" REF="20">
<L>But for her &s;elf <HI>&s;he</HI> now and than</L>
<L>Can weep, but doth her grief adjourn.</L>
<L>And yet we &s;ee, when thou do&s;t move</L>
<L>Womens devotions unto love,</L>
<L>Man ever doth the weaker ve&s;&s;el prove.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Peter</HI>'s denial of his Ma&s;ter.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Matth. 26.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="74">74 And Peter remembred the words of Je&s;us, which &s;aid unto him, Before the cock crow, thou &s;halt deny me thrice. And he went out, and wept bitterly.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>WHat, <HI>Peter,</HI> ha&s;t deny'd thy <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI></L>
<L>In his di&s;a&s;ter?</L>
<L>Could&s;t not with&s;tand, thou ea&s;ie <HI>rock,</HI></L>
<L>So &s;mall a &s;hock?</L>
<L>Loor'd thy foundation from beneath,</L>
<L>At a maids breath?</L>
<L>Thou <HI>bear a Church?</HI> who wert thy &s;elf</L>
<L>A &s;andy &s;helf,</L>
<L>Till <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> t'a rock confirm'd thy gravel,</L>
<L>Which none could ravel.</L>
<L>Thee, rather then a <HI>rock,</HI> we &s;tile,</L>
<L>For thy incon&s;tancie, A <HI>floating Ile.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="30" REF="21">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Weak fi&s;her of men! if thus caught</L>
<L>At a maids draught:</L>
<L>How wilt thou hence oppo&s;e the harms</L>
<L>Of <HI>Mermaids</HI> charms?</L>
<L>If thee &s;o much this common frie</L>
<L>Did terrifie;</L>
<L>How will the huge <HI>Leviathan,</HI></L>
<L>Or th' <HI>Hurricane?</HI></L>
<L>How wilt with&s;tand that <HI>Polypheme,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;pouts a &s;tream</L>
<L>Of fury on all Chri&s;tian matters,</L>
<L>Di&s;turbs your rivers, and pollutes your waters?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>If thou wert put to &s;uch extremes</L>
<L>On tender &s;treams,</L>
<L>How wilt thou &s;tand it on tho&s;e Seas</L>
<L>That know no pleas?</L>
<L>How wilt oppo&s;e tho&s;e <HI>Zyphia's</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Remora's?</HI></L>
<L>When Seas with angry windes do &s;urge,</L>
<L>When tempe&s;ts purge,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s that <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> ari&s;e, like that</L>
<L>Mount <HI>Ararat;</HI></L>
<L>How quickly will the raging billows</L>
<L>Make Seas your Down-bed, and the Rocks your pil|lows?</L>
</LG>
<PB N="31" REF="21">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Are all thy promi&s;es &s;o toward</L>
<L>So &s;oon turn'd coward!</L>
<L>When of thy love there &s;hould be proof,</L>
<L>Thou &s;tood&s;t aloof:</L>
<L>And yet thy fortitude, I wote,</L>
<L>Was more remote.</L>
<L>Was all thy valour but t' attend</L>
<L>To &s;ee the end?</L>
<L>More fickle far then was the maid</L>
<L>Which thee betraid:</L>
<L>She not deny'd her words, while thou</L>
<L>Did&s;t <HI>&s;tart a&s;ide like a deceitful bowe.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Look, <HI>Peter,</HI> look, thy Ma&s;ter's <HI>minion,</HI></L>
<L>How <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> they pinion,</L>
<L>By <HI>Judas</HI> trea&s;on, and thy fear:</L>
<L>He's captiv'd here,</L>
<L>Whom (wor&s;e then <HI>Jewi&s;h</HI> rage and &s;corn)</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t for&s;worn.</L>
<L>Two have bely'd him even now</L>
<L>By perjur'd vow:</L>
<L>But thou ha&s;t him deny'd far wor&s;e,</L>
<L>By oath and cur&s;e.</L>
<L>Heark, heark, how &s;prightly <HI>Chaunticleer</HI></L>
<L>Proclaims thee coward for thy da&s;tard-fear.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="32" REF="22">
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Look with what <HI>glance</HI> thy Saviour eyes</L>
<L>Thy perjuries:</L>
<L>Let <HI>it</HI> di&s;&s;olve thy frozen fears</L>
<L>To melting tears.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Marah</HI>-waters be alone</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Helicone;</HI></L>
<L>Not <HI>Sodom</HI>'s lake, tears gro&s;s and thick,</L>
<L>But &s;harp and quick.</L>
<L>And as the <HI>Pontick Ocean</HI>'s pride</L>
<L>Ne'er ebbes by Tide;</L>
<L>Let tears ne'er ebbe, but ever ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Till they have got the cu&s;tom of thy eyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>In <HI>Lot's wife's obelisk of &s;alt,</HI></L>
<L>Go read thy fault;</L>
<L>And let <HI>it</HI> all thy moi&s;ture &s;ea&s;on</L>
<L>To tears for trea&s;on.</L>
<L>But if thy holy &s;orrow lu&s;ts</L>
<L>For &s;harper gu&s;ts,</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t's vinegar and gall</HI> would fitter</L>
<L>Thy grief imbitter.</L>
<L>With &s;uch intoxications whole,</L>
<L>Go drench thy &s;oul.</L>
<L>Confe&s;s him with the <HI>penitent thief;</HI></L>
<L>And as th' ha&s;t freez'd for fear, go melt for grief.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="33" REF="22">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Good God! our weakne&s;s will without thee,</L>
<L>Not onely doubt thee,</L>
<L>But of thee make a flat denial,</L>
<L>On ea&s;ie trial;</L>
<L>Nay, &s;hall not onely thus deny thee,</L>
<L>But &s;hall defie thee.</L>
<L>If th' <HI>rock</HI> could not with&s;tand the&s;e floats.</L>
<L>Can empty boats?</L>
<L>If that &s;uch casks &s;oon buoy'd thy <HI>rock,</HI></L>
<L>Like &s;ome light block.</L>
<L>Can we hold out, who of our &s;elves</L>
<L>No anch'rage have, but onely &s;ands and &s;helves?</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Pa&s;sion and Death of our Lord and Saviour Je&s;us Chri&s;t.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Zech. 12.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="10">10 And they &s;hall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they &s;hall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his onely &s;on; and &s;hall be in bit|terne&s;s
<PB N="34" REF="23">for him, as one that is in bitterne&s;s for his fir&s;t-born.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<L>NOw hath bright <HI>Phoebus,</HI> through his heat,</L>
<L>Drawn up a cloud of vapours, which do threat</L>
<L>T'ob&s;cure his glorious face; and therefore mu&s;ter</L>
<L>Their pitchie beds, to &s;mother up his lu&s;ter.</L>
<L>God long <HI>hath rebels nouri&s;h'd,</HI> who now further,</L>
<L>From damn'd rebellion proceed to murther.</L>
<L>Could not your &s;ins be dy'd enough in grain,</L>
<L>From all the Prophets, but from &s;uch a vain?</L>
<L>Could not the mea&s;ure of your &s;ins be fill'd</L>
<L>In murth'ring them, except their God you kill'd?</L>
<L>Was this to make your <HI>crim&s;on, wooll,</HI> (vile brood)</L>
<L>To bathe the <HI>Lamb</HI> thus in his crim&s;on blood?</L>
<L>We do't by application, thus being done:</L>
<L>But meant you &s;o in your intention?</L>
<L>Was your damnation of &s;o gro&s;s a weight,</L>
<L>That nought could rai&s;e the &s;cales t'an equal height,</L>
<L>But &s;uch an act as this? O cur&s;ed &s;tir!</L>
<L>The <HI>Saw's in arms again&s;t the Carpenter.</HI></L>
<L>Was't not enough thou wert in fle&s;h benum'd,</L>
<L>But when thy yeers t'a perfect age th' had&s;t &s;um'd,</L>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Vine,</HI> were thy ripe grapes &s;mote by the rod,</L>
<L>And in thy <HI>Father's angry wine-pre&s;s trod.</HI></L>
<L>Curs'd <HI>Olivet!</HI> bear, hence, no fruit nor leaf,</L>
<L>Nor in thy vale be cropt a fruitful &s;heaf.</L>
<PB N="35" REF="23">
<L>Unhappie mount, fatal to <HI>Ab&s;alon;</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>David</HI> once, now to his <HI>glorious Son,</HI></L>
<L>By <HI>Judah</HI>'s fraud. Here <HI>David</HI> mourn'd and wept,</L>
<L>And <HI>Je&s;us</HI> here his mourning ve&s;per kept.</L>
<L><HI>Geth&s;emane!</HI> may neither <HI>dew nor rain</HI></L>
<L>Hence dy thy garden in a verdant grain:</L>
<L>For <HI>Je&s;&s;e's Ro&s;e,</HI> pluck'd from thy teeming bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Was ravi&s;h'd hence by that <HI>rebellious beast.</HI></L>
<L>Here roar'd the <HI>Lion;</HI> in this di&s;mal grove,</L>
<L>The <HI>princely Eagle mourned like a dove.</HI></L>
<L>As the condoling heavens, from the skie,</L>
<L>Weep blood, as <HI>Omen</HI> of &s;ome <HI>Prodigie:</HI></L>
<L>So, in his pa&s;&s;ion, an exce&s;&s;ive heat</L>
<L>Forc'd th'row his ble&s;&s;ed pores a bloody &s;weat.</L>
<L>Who by his word foil'd hell, could not &s;u&s;tain</L>
<L>The weight of &s;in without this heavie pain.</L>
<L>And this proves true his moan i' th' &s;acred leaves:</L>
<L><HI>I am &s;in burthen'd, as a cart by &s;heaves.</HI></L>
<L>Here was the Lord of ho&s;ts &s;urpriz'd and taken</L>
<L>By Romane forces; here by 's friends for&s;aken.</L>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Saviour!</HI> what, could&s;t thou not command</L>
<L>A <HI>with'ring dryne&s;s on each treach'rous hand?</HI></L>
<L>Could&s;t thou &s;end <HI>fire from heaven</HI> at his clau&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>If I'm a man of God,</HI> to plead thy cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Twice following on <HI>the captains and their fifty;</HI></L>
<L>And of thy vengeance wert thou here &s;o thrifty?</L>
<L>Did&s;t thou benight the <HI>Syrians eyes who came</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;eize that Prophet, when he beg'd the &s;ame?</HI></L>
<PB N="36" REF="24">
<L>Yet did thy <HI>Maje&s;tie</HI> thus humbly &s;toop</L>
<L>To the &s;urpri&s;al of &s;o &s;mall a Troop?</L>
<L>Accur&s;ed <HI>Judas!</HI> had <HI>Cham</HI> in the flood</L>
<L>So guilty been of trea&s;on and of blood,</L>
<L>H' had drown'd the <HI>Ark,</HI> with all the re&s;t. At fir&s;t,</L>
<L>God with &s;terility, in part, th'earth accur&s;t,</L>
<L>For <HI>Adam</HI>'s &s;in: and could we look for le&s;s,</L>
<L>For thy curs'd &s;ake, then total barrenne&s;s?</L>
<L><HI>Ab&s;tract of wickedne&s;s!</HI> For if had <HI>Cain</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>mother</HI> ravi&s;h'd, and his <HI>father</HI> &s;lain,</L>
<L>Thou wert more guilty, in ju&s;t balance weigh'd,</L>
<L>Who ha&s;t unnat'rally thy <HI>Lord</HI> betraid.</L>
<L>Wretch'd <HI>Pilate!</HI> what, did not thy con&s;cience grudge</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy tongue, when thou condemn'&s;t thy Judge,</L>
<L>Who could have doom'd thee, for thy horrid crime,</L>
<L>Unto the &s;hameful Tree prepar'd for him?</L>
<L>But thus hath God decreed: do&s;t thou not &s;entence</L>
<L>Thy ha&s;ty doom with a too late repentance?</L>
<L>Accurs'd <HI>Jeru&s;alem!</HI> the bloody &s;tage</L>
<L>Of wanton murther, and incon&s;tant rage:</L>
<L>Fell not the ju&s;t re&s;ults of <HI>Hiel</HI>'s guilt</L>
<L>On <HI>Aelius,</HI> who &s;o vile a town rebuilt?</L>
<L>You would no king but <HI>Cae&s;ar:</HI> in conclu&s;ion,</L>
<L>Who but a <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> was your ju&s;t confu&s;ion?</L>
<L>Accur&s;ed <HI>Calvary!</HI> henceforward we</L>
<L>Will never cur&s;e from <HI>Ebal,</HI> but from thee.</L>
<L>May envious Mice hence gnaw thee from the Map:</L>
<L>For here the <HI>Branch</HI> was rob'd of fruit and &s;ap.</L>
<PB N="37" REF="24">
<L>But why d' I cur&s;e? Each place a <HI>Gerizim,</HI></L>
<L>By the&s;e his ble&s;&s;ed pains, is made by him.</L>
<L>And my &s;in with the Souldiers, hand in hand,</L>
<L>Betraid my <HI>Saviour,</HI> and bid him &s;tand.</L>
<L>Mine mock'd, mine &s;courg'd him too: my &s;ins in gro&s;s</L>
<L>Help'd, with the Jews, to nail him on the Cro&s;s.</L>
<L>I know not whe'er my heart &s;hould dance or bleed</L>
<L>At this, this &s;o accur&s;ed ble&s;&s;ed deed.</L>
<L>O for a fancy at his &s;hameful death,</L>
<L>To cur&s;e and ble&s;s the&s;e actions in a breath!</L>
<L>I &s;hould not call <HI>good ill,</HI> nor <HI>evil good;</HI></L>
<L>For both are &s;o, as they are under&s;tood.</L>
<L>And now, methinks, I &s;ee him on the Cro&s;s:</L>
<L>What &s;hall I de&s;cant? what define or glo&s;s?</L>
<L>Forgive my murth'ring Fancy; 't is no Jew,</L>
<L>Although it feign thee crucifi'd in view.</L>
<L>I'll ri&s;e in &s;pight of their confu&s;ed &s;warms,</L>
<L>And beg th' embracement of his out&s;tretch'd arms:</L>
<L>Nor will I cea&s;e, till I've that promi&s;e made</L>
<L>To me, which even now ble&s;t <HI>Gi&s;mas</HI> had.</L>
<L>I'll ki&s;s his lips, embrace his glorious neck;</L>
<L>But not unnail him fearing <HI>Peter</HI>'s check;</L>
<L><HI>Get thee behinde me, Satan: for this favour</HI></L>
<L><HI>Doth not of heaven, but of Satan &s;avour.</HI></L>
<L>I'll &s;uck his crim&s;on wounds, till I have found</L>
<L>My glutton-&s;oul is tinctur'd from each wound.</L>
<L>I'll &s;trive t' outweep his wounds: and le&s;t it breed</L>
<L>Di&s;take I bleed not too, my heart &s;hall bleed.</L>
<PB N="38" REF="25">
<L>But lo, the Sun's eclips'd, withdraws his ray,</L>
<L>And all in <HI>mourning darkne&s;s</HI> clothes the day.</L>
<L>And dur&s;t the &s;tars to &s;hine? have they endur'd</L>
<L>To &s;ee <HI>the Star of Jacob</HI> thus ob&s;cur'd?</L>
<L>No, beauteous light (as if that now were furl'd</L>
<L>Heav'ns gaudy curtains) hath for&s;ook the world,</L>
<L>Not with the lu&s;tre of a <HI>Comet</HI> fring'd;</L>
<L>And th' earth, as by an earthquake, &s;eems unhing'd.</L>
<L>At which (as frighted from that &s;weet repo&s;e)</L>
<L>The <HI>Saints</HI> that &s;lept long in their graves, aro&s;e:</L>
<L>The Temple's veil 's rent from the top to th' roof;</L>
<L>For why? its <HI>Type</HI> is rent and pierced through.</L>
<L>Now is well-nigh our <HI>Saviour</HI>'s &s;oul extorted,</L>
<L>His body thus by wounds and nails &s;upported:</L>
<L>Nor was his bodies weight &s;o great, as were</L>
<L>Our &s;ins, which he upon his &s;oul did bear.</L>
<L>Hark, how his &s;oul's expired with a cry:</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;in's &s;o great, to cau&s;e a God to die?</L>
<L>Not his: for he appeals to th' envious Jews;</L>
<L><HI>Which of you can me of a &s;in accu&s;e?</HI></L>
<L>And even <HI>Pilate, Ce&s;ar's wicked groom,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Did clear his inn'cence ere he clear'd his doom.</HI></L>
<L>We &s;in'd in the <HI>fir&s;t Adam,</HI> and depriv'd</L>
<L>The <HI>&s;econd</HI> of his life, all, ere we liv'd:</L>
<L>But gracious mercy (as <HI>Rebekka</HI>'s twins,</L>
<L><HI>Jacob and E&s;au</HI>) &s;trugled with our &s;ins</L>
<L>In the womb of Eternity; and thus</L>
<L><HI>Smooth mercy</HI> did &s;upplant <HI>rough &s;in</HI> for us:</L>
<PB N="39" REF="25">
<L>And thus the birth-right's ours, our title's good:</L>
<L>For <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> ev'n now hath &s;eal'd it with his blood.</L>
<L>Now hath the Sun with more then common ha&s;te</L>
<L>(Scarf'd in his Sphere) de&s;cended <HI>Ve&s;ta</HI>'s wa&s;te,</L>
<L>And (as hence frighted) of &s;uch acts as the&s;e</L>
<L>Hath carried news to the <HI>Antipodes.</HI></L>
<L>Here for a time though we <HI>in darkne&s;s grope,</HI></L>
<L>Let's not de&s;pair, <HI>as men being void of hope:</HI></L>
<L>For, &s;urer then the Sun will ri&s;e, though &s;lain,</L>
<L>Our <HI>Sun of righteou&s;ne&s;s</HI> will ri&s;e again.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the good Thief.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Luke 23.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="43">43 And Je&s;us &s;aid unto him Verily I &s;ay un|to thee, This day &s;halt thou be with me in Para|di&s;e.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>WHat &s;hall I glo&s;s,</L>
<L>Good <HI>Gi&s;mas,</HI> on thy Cro&s;s?</L>
<L>Why may it re&s;emble not</L>
<L>To the tree of <HI>Elijah</HI>'s Chariot?</L>
<PB N="40" REF="26">
<L>By which,</L>
<L>To th' highe&s;t pitch</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt b' advanc'd of bli&s;s:</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Jacob</HI>'s ladder 't is,</L>
<L>Where Angels &s;tand</L>
<L>At hand.</L>
<L>Thy Cro&s;s is but a type how Chri&s;t thy &s;oul</L>
<L><HI>This day</HI> will fix above each pole.</L>
<L>O happie puni&s;hment,</L>
<L>Beyond extent!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Did <HI>Barabbas</HI></L>
<L>Know who our Saviour was,</L>
<L>He'd &s;corn his life: that Jewi&s;h favour</L>
<L>Would in his choice no reli&s;h finde, or &s;avour:</L>
<L>But beg'd,</L>
<L>By Con&s;cience egg'd,</L>
<L>That he might &s;pell him yet,</L>
<L>Their ears how would he fret?</L>
<L>Accu&s;e that throng</L>
<L>Of wrong?</L>
<L>That Chri&s;t's blood &s;pilt &s;urpa&s;s'd that deed of <HI>Cain,</HI></L>
<L>'T would dye <HI>Jeru&s;alem</HI> in grain;</L>
<L>That they had now gone further</L>
<L>Than <HI>he</HI> in murther.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Good Thief, from whence</L>
<L>Knew'&s;t thou Chri&s;t? not from Sen&s;e:</L>
<PB N="41" REF="26">
<L>Pain 's no re&s;pirer: its extremes</L>
<L>No re&s;pite gives to think on &s;erious Themes.</L>
<L>No, 't was</L>
<L><HI>The winde</HI> of grace,</L>
<L><HI>Which as it breathes on men</HI></L>
<L><HI>Where it doth plea&s;e:</HI> &s;o when.</L>
<L>Which here did breath</L>
<L>In death:</L>
<L>So through a day &s;o dark, that I might &s;ay</L>
<L>A ling'ring twilight 't were, no day;</L>
<L>I've &s;een the &s;etting Sun</L>
<L>Di&s;play'd anon,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>O happie time</L>
<L>Thou di'd&s;t now for thy crime.</L>
<L>So have I &s;een a neighb'ring cloud,</L>
<L>Th'row which the Sun &s;eem'd to look beetle-brow'd,</L>
<L>Ere night</L>
<L>Sun-burnt &s;o bright,</L>
<L>As thou by &s;uff'ring neer</L>
<L>The <HI>righteous Phoebus</HI> here,</L>
<L>Thus grew'&s;t acquainted,</L>
<L>Thus Sainted:</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> of thy &s;hame partook, thou of his glory;</L>
<L>Ble&s;t change, beyond conceit or &s;tory!</L>
<L>Thy Cro&s;s each wi&s;e Invention</L>
<L>Stiles thy A&s;cention.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="42" REF="27">
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Laverna</HI> now</L>
<L>No longer hath thy vow:</L>
<L>But he alone hath thy belief,</L>
<L>Who&s;e inn'cence &s;uffers with thee as a Thief.</L>
<L>This craft</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> thee hath taught,</L>
<L>To rob hell of her aim.</L>
<L>Though Death not of her claim;</L>
<L>Not to redeem</L>
<L>e&s;teem:</L>
<L>For thou giv'&s;t Chri&s;t the prai&s;e, thy &s;elf the &s;hame,</L>
<L>Though <HI>Di&s;mas</HI> doth bla&s;pheme his name,</L>
<L>And, ev'n in death, pants</L>
<L>His wicked taunts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Peace, <HI>Satan's martyr,</HI></L>
<L>Though Chri&s;t nor law nor charter</L>
<L>Hath broke, the Scriptures have not &s;lumber'd,</L>
<L>Which have foretold that Chri&s;t mu&s;t thus be num|ber'd.</L>
<L>But if</L>
<L>Th' had&s;t been no Thief,</L>
<L>Chri&s;t had, t' appea&s;e their pride,</L>
<L>With <HI>Barabbas</HI> thus di'd,</L>
<L>In equipage</L>
<L>Of rage:</L>
<PB N="43" REF="27">
<L>But now thy theft 's in grain; thou do&s;t contract</L>
<L>Blood to 't, while thou approv'&s;t their act:</L>
<L>And while thou &s;hould&s;t condole,</L>
<L>Do&s;t vex his &s;oul.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Did&s;t never read?</L>
<L>Good thief, lift up thy head;</L>
<L>With th' eye of faith look, and condole</L>
<L>The <HI>Brazen Serpent</HI> on you cur&s;ed pole.</L>
<L>The grief</L>
<L>Thou wert a Thief,</L>
<L>Did wound his &s;oul more fierce</L>
<L>Then nail or &s;pear can pierce.</L>
<L>How for thy deeds</L>
<L>He bleeds!</L>
<L>His <HI>bloody &s;weat,</HI> &s;weat through each gracious pore,</L>
<L>Claims but unfeigned tears, no more;</L>
<L>His giving up the gho&s;t,</L>
<L>But &s;ighs at mo&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Thy Scripture's, Lord,</L>
<L>Thy gracious Record,</L>
<L>That <HI>&s;hining light</HI> which through the dark</L>
<L>Directs us <HI>in our race unto that mark.</HI></L>
<L>But this</L>
<L>Thy pa&s;&s;age is</L>
<PB N="44" REF="28">
<L>A circum&s;tance more ample</L>
<L>For precept then example:</L>
<L>We finde this one</L>
<L>Alone,</L>
<L>Who&s;e late repentance Chri&s;t in death vouch&s;af'd:</L>
<L>Although thy wi&s;dom hath me taught</L>
<L>This Scene not to prorogue</L>
<L>Till th' <HI>Epilogue.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Re&s;urrection of our Lord and Saviour Je&s;us Cnri&s;t.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Matth. 28.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="5">5 And the angel an&s;wered and &s;aid to the woman, Fear not: for I know that ye &s;eek Je&s;us which was crucified.</P>
<P N="6">6 He is not here: for he is ri&s;en, as he &s;aid. Come, &s;ee the place where the Lord lay.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<PB N="45" REF="28">
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>ARi&s;e, my active &s;oul, and run;</L>
<L>Keep mea&s;ure with <HI>you dancing Sun,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;eems as weary of his Sphere,</L>
<L>As thou to be confined here:</L>
<L>Look, how his &s;prightly beams do &s;park:</L>
<L>So <HI>David</HI> danc'd before the <HI>Ark.</HI></L>
<L>How he de&s;cends his Chariot! he, in this,</L>
<L>Wor&s;hips Chri&s;t's ri&s;ing, as the <HI>Per&s;ian</HI> his.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>But why doth <HI>Phoebus</HI> mount his head</L>
<L>So &s;oon up from <HI>Aurora</HI> 's bed?</L>
<L>The tother night, when we, my &s;oul,</L>
<L>Our <HI>Saviour</HI> 's Pa&s;&s;ion did condole,</L>
<L>The frighted Sun for&s;ook our clime</L>
<L>Two hours before his wonted time;</L>
<L>And therefore now the &s;ooner gilds the heaven,</L>
<L>By two hours time, to make his cour&s;e up even.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>But how rid <HI>Satan</HI> and his <HI>Legions</HI></L>
<L>In triumph th'row th' infernal Regions?</L>
<L>The Sp'rits which Chri&s;t out-ca&s;t, did come,</L>
<L>With Songs of triumph on his Tomb:</L>
<L>All mankinde was pro&s;crib'd; whom death</L>
<L>Did in conceit to hell bequeath.</L>
<L>Oh how death gloried that all now was &s;afe!</L>
<L>And hell in triumph wrote his Epitaph.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="46" REF="29">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>How did the Devil Man upbraid,</L>
<L>That <HI>Christ</HI> &s;o weakly was betraid?</L>
<L>And he who <HI>took not Angels &s;eed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But Abraham's,</HI> fail'd in the deed;</L>
<L>And by that &s;eed &s;purn'd to his grave,</L>
<L>Whom <HI>he</HI> in mercy came to &s;ave.</L>
<L>That now the <HI>God of life</HI> was dead, this mirth</L>
<L>Had balm to cure the wounds made by <HI>his</HI> birth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>But <HI>Satan,</HI> at the third days dawn,</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t</HI> now hath re-a&s;&s;um'd his pawn.</L>
<L>Thought&s;t thou on <HI>his</HI> t' in&s;ult, as once</L>
<L>Thou proudly did&s;t for <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> bones?</L>
<L>Thy two days triumph 's like the &s;tory</L>
<L>Of the <HI>Per&s;ian pris'ners glory.</HI></L>
<L>So thought the <HI>Gazites Sam&s;on</HI> &s;afe, till day,</L>
<L>When he aro&s;e, and bore the gates away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>De&s;cend, damn'd &s;p'rits; as you began,</L>
<L>Howl on. The death of <HI>great God Pan,</HI></L>
<L>At this <HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s conque&s;t, we may call</L>
<L>Your ruine, <HI>Satans &s;econd fall.</HI></L>
<L>Come, <HI>King of terrours,</HI> yeeld thy <HI>trophies</HI></L>
<L>On <HI>Heroes, Souldiers,</HI> and <HI>Sophies,</HI></L>
<L>Unto our <HI>Saviour;</HI> for thou art undone;</L>
<L>Thy Triumph 's but an empty <HI>Skeleton.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="47" REF="29">
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>My &s;oul, that <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> was born, nay di'd,</L>
<L>Did not &s;o much quench <HI>Satan</HI> 's pride:</L>
<L>But when he ro&s;e, this ble&s;&s;ed morn,</L>
<L><HI>Hell</HI> was confounded, <HI>Death</HI> forlorn.</L>
<L>Were 't not for what this day brings forth,</L>
<L>The <HI>re&s;t</HI> had lo&s;t that &s;olemn worth.</L>
<L>Hence, on this day let no foul &s;pirit dare</L>
<L>T' a&s;cend the Regions of our earth or air.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, as by <HI>thine</HI> I am a&s;&s;ur'd</L>
<L>My bodies ri&s;e &s;hall be procur'd:</L>
<L>So, let my &s;oul feel 't here begin</L>
<L>Her re&s;urrection too from &s;in.</L>
<L>Lord, 'tis too much &s;he's thus confin'd:</L>
<L>But is &s;he buried in this kinde?</L>
<L>Oh rai&s;e her up: if thus thou plea&s;e to do,</L>
<L>My heart <HI>(my bodies Sun)</HI> &s;hall triumph too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="48" REF="30">
<HEAD>On the A&s;cen&s;ion of our Lord and Saviour Je&s;us Chri&s;t.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 24.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="8">8. Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lift up ye everlasting doors, and the King of glo|ry &s;hall come in.</P>
<P N="9">9. Who is the King of glory? even the Lord of ho&s;ts he is the King of glory.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>YE <HI>ble&s;t immortals,</HI></L>
<L>Divide your glorious portals.</L>
<L>Who not dilates</L>
<L>The everla&s;ting gates,</L>
<L>While that the <HI>King of glory</HI> mounts his throne?</L>
<L>Though <HI>by his own</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here nor receiv'd nor known:</HI></L>
<L>We rather worry</L>
<L>The <HI>ble&s;&s;ed Lamb of glory.</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>Wi&s;dom</HI> knows him <HI>God's eternal Son.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="49" REF="30">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>His work is ended,</L>
<L>Nought partial or &s;u&s;pended.</L>
<L>Ble&s;t Angels too,</L>
<L>He purchas'd hath for you</L>
<L>A nature fix'd, which &s;eem'd before unfini&s;h'd.</L>
<L>And of a <HI>worm</HI></L>
<L>Though here he took the form;</L>
<L><HI>It,</HI> &s;ince he di'd,</L>
<L>Is &s;o much glorifi'd,</L>
<L>His <HI>Godhead</HI> 's neither clouded nor dimini&s;h'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>'T is now no <HI>Shrine</HI></L>
<L>T' <HI>his Godhead</HI> more divine:</L>
<L><HI>His</HI> glorious fle&s;h</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> needs not now refre&s;h</L>
<L>With food or re&s;t, from hunger or from labour.</L>
<L>And if he here</L>
<L><HI>Shone on the mount &s;o clear,</HI></L>
<L>As if the <HI>Sun</HI></L>
<L><HI>With rays his coat had &s;pun;</HI></L>
<L>How brighter &s;hines <HI>he</HI> now than on mount <HI>Tabor!</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Since <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> &s;o clear</L>
<L>Shines in <HI>his Manhood</HI>'s Sphere,</L>
<L>That at its graces</L>
<L>Ye <HI>Angels hide your faces:</HI></L>
<PB N="50" REF="31">
<L>See in the <HI>Trinities tran&s;parent myrrour</HI></L>
<L>How <HI>he</HI> 's in&s;tal'd,</L>
<L>And in <HI>his</HI> robes impall'd;</L>
<L>How he 's renown'd,</L>
<L>And by <HI>his Father</HI> crown'd</L>
<L>With <HI>gracious Majestie,</HI> and awful terrour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>At his return,</L>
<L>The <HI>Pearlie gates do burn;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Jeru&s;alem</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shines with each kinde of Gem;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>new Jeru&s;alem</HI> with glory burni&s;ht:</L>
<L>Nought here is built</L>
<L>With &s;uperficial gilt;</L>
<L>But all in gold</L>
<L>The Citie is inrol'd;</L>
<L>All thus again&s;t <HI>his</HI> ble&s;t <HI>A&s;cention</HI> furni&s;ht.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Of <HI>Precious &s;tones</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are her foundations;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Her Pearlie &s;treets</HI></L>
<L><HI>Do brandi&s;h beaming &s;heets,</HI></L>
<L>Reflecting from the <HI>Lamb</HI>'s mo&s;t glorious face.</L>
<L>Here 's con&s;tant noon,</L>
<L><HI>No need of Sun or Moon:</HI></L>
<L>Our glim'ring <HI>Globe,</HI></L>
<L>Deck'd in his azur'd robe,</L>
<L>Here an Eclip&s;e were to the lowe&s;t <HI>Grace.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="51" REF="31">
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>How are we ble&s;t!</L>
<L>That have &s;o &s;weet a re&s;t</L>
<L>Got by the care</L>
<L>Of &s;uch a <HI>Harbinger,</HI></L>
<L>Who all things can command, all con&s;ummate.</L>
<L>The way to heaven</L>
<L>He hath made plain and even;</L>
<L>And what with thorns</L>
<L>Was choak'd, his grace adorns</L>
<L>With ro&s;e-beds, &amp; makes wide heav'ns <HI>narrow gate.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>As <HI>Olivet,</HI></L>
<L>Some &s;ay, retains as yet</L>
<L>Thy foot 's la&s;t print,</L>
<L>That nought can clo&s;e the dint:</L>
<L>Grave on my &s;tupid &s;oul (Lord) this days love,</L>
<L>Ev'n at the mention</L>
<L>Of this thy ble&s;t a&s;cention:</L>
<L>Let her a&s;pire,</L>
<L>Like an excentrick fire,</L>
<L>To <HI>thee</HI> her Centre that art fix'd above.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="52" REF="32">
<HEAD>On Chri&s;t his Se&s;&s;ion at the right hand of God.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Mark 16.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="19">19 So then, after the Lord had &s;poken unto them, he was received up into heaven, and &s;ate on the right hand of God.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>HOw well the throne</L>
<L>Becomes <HI>God's holy One!</HI></L>
<L>How fit the Rod</L>
<L>Be&s;eems the hand of God!</L>
<L>How meet the Crown</L>
<L>Befits <HI>him!</HI> 't is his own.</L>
<L>How well, meet, fit, his Throne, Rod, Diadem,</L>
<L>Deck <HI>him</HI> with glory; but <HI>he</HI> much more <HI>them.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>We wi&s;h <HI>Good luck</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>thee</HI> with the&s;e: go pluck</L>
<L>Hell by the root;</L>
<L>Make <HI>it</HI> quake at thy foot:</L>
<PB N="53" REF="32">
<L>To right thy Spou&s;e,</L>
<L>Damn Death t' a <HI>Charnel-hou&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Good luck have with thy right.</HI> Oh how we ble&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Thee</HI> and <HI>thy Father,</HI> for <HI>thy</HI> good &s;ucce&s;s!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>With how &s;weet bli&s;s</L>
<L>Do Grace and Glory ki&s;s!</L>
<L>So Light and Heat</L>
<L>We &s;ee in <HI>Phoebus</HI> met.</L>
<L>By the&s;e 't is known</L>
<L>Thou not u&s;urp&s;t thine own.</L>
<L><HI>Good luck have with thy right:</HI> we willingly</L>
<L>Submit unto thy yoke of Liberty.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>We, if we might,</L>
<L>Would not &s;upplant thy right;</L>
<L>But yeeld as well,</L>
<L>As if nor heav'n nor hell</L>
<L>Should crown or damn</L>
<L>With endle&s;s bli&s;s or &s;hame.</L>
<L>Our <HI>better Natures</HI> will this ju&s;t embrace;</L>
<L>Nor can we other by <HI>in&s;tinct of Grace.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Satan,</HI> as heir,</L>
<L>Long kept his <HI>&s;teely</HI> Chair;</L>
<L>Nay, yet u&s;urps</L>
<L>The unregen'rate corps:</L>
<PB N="54" REF="33">
<L>But when Chri&s;t claim'd</L>
<L>His right, how was all maim'd?</L>
<L>Our ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Gyant having run his cour&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now on the heavens rides, as on a hor&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>On man 's agreeing</L>
<L>With Hell, &s;in had its being;</L>
<L>And by this blot,</L>
<L>Death had her e&s;&s;ence got.</L>
<L>Should <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> the&s;e things</L>
<L>Suffer as <HI>fellow-Kings?</HI></L>
<L>No, if they &s;tir in us while here we breath,</L>
<L>They 're the la&s;t pangs but of a dying Death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>But how large Scenes</L>
<L>Hath this <HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s act? What means</L>
<L>He to prorogue</L>
<L>His wi&s;hed <HI>Epilogue?</HI></L>
<L>And not concludes</L>
<L>Without more <HI>Interludes?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is not th' earths harve&s;t ripe?</HI> hath it &s;o dull</L>
<L>In &s;inning been? <HI>yet are the Fats not full?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Hell, Sin, and Death,</L>
<L>Which yet too &s;trongly breath,</L>
<L>Seem to bla&s;pheme,</L>
<L>As if they were <HI>Supreme,</HI></L>
<PB N="55" REF="33">
<L>Or their pow'r here,</L>
<L>Some <HI>Interregnum</HI> were.</L>
<L>Lord, 'tis long &s;ince, long, &s;ince thy promi&s;e &s;pake,</L>
<L><HI>The&s;e days I'll &s;horten, for my cho&s;en's &s;ake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On Chri&s;t's Interce&s;&s;ion with the Father for us.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Heb. 7.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="25">25 Wherefore he is able to &s;ave them to the uttermo&s;t, that come unto God by him; &s;eeing he ever liveth to make interce&s;&s;ion for them.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>NOr is our <HI>Saviour</HI> &s;o much given</L>
<L>Unto the <HI>contemplation of him&s;elf,</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>he</HI> forgets us now in heaven,</L>
<L>As, once, prophanely thought <HI>that glutton elf:</HI></L>
<L>But having travers'd hence <HI>his</HI> journey,</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> &s;till remembers us amid&s;t <HI>his</HI> glory;</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> &s;till remains our ble&s;t <HI>Attorney,</HI></L>
<PB N="56" REF="34">
<L>Whereof the lea&s;t act, on our true repentance,</L>
<L>Is able to rever&s;e the &s;tronge&s;t &s;entence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Hence, then, let 's Fortune fear, nor Fate,</L>
<L>Or what blear-ey'd <HI>Star-gazers</HI> can rehear&s;e;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e we have an <HI>Advocate,</HI></L>
<L>Who can each <HI>ominous pre&s;age</HI> rever&s;e.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Satan</HI> never hence appeal</L>
<L>To heaven, in his wonted <HI>Dialect,</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;t he be doom'd by <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> his zeal,</L>
<L>As who would make his Death of none effect;</L>
<L>And aim'd to hinder him, le&s;t he inherit</L>
<L>The dear-bought purcha&s;e which his death did merit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>But if he dare us to attaint,</L>
<L>He'll &s;trait be &s;ilenc'd at <HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s counter-&s;uit,</L>
<L>As daring to accu&s;e a Saint</L>
<L>To whom <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> will his righteou&s;ne&s;s impute.</L>
<L>You then, who&s;e troubled &s;ouls do langui&s;h</L>
<L>In pining &s;orrow for your &s;ins and follies,</L>
<L>Bani&s;h your fears, and calm your angui&s;h;</L>
<L>Exult, and vent your joy in &s;prightly vollies:</L>
<L>Go, &s;ee <HI>him</HI> with your tears, &amp; leave the tryal</L>
<L>To <HI>him</HI> alone, who&s;e Suit ne'er found denial.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>If <HI>Artaxerxes</HI> took &s;o kinde</L>
<L><HI>A handful but of water from a Pea&s;ant,</HI></L>
<PB N="57" REF="34">
<L>Pre&s;ent thy tears, and thou &s;halt finde</L>
<L>More gracious acceptance of that pre&s;ent.</L>
<L>And if thy &s;ins &s;o thick &s;hould croud,</L>
<L>To fill heav'ns ears with a condemning matter,</L>
<L>And &s;tand between you like a cloud,</L>
<L>Which not the windes of all thy &s;ighs can &s;catter;</L>
<L>By him that &s;able cloud &s;hall be di&s;&s;olv'd,</L>
<L>Wherein the <HI>Sun of glory</HI> &s;eem'd involv'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>In vain let <HI>Satan</HI> henceforth wander,</L>
<L>Like to a ba&s;e accu&s;ing <HI>Ottacus,</HI></L>
<L>As daring to inform by &s;lander</L>
<L><HI>Him that's all ear and eye,</HI> concerning us:</L>
<L>Thus let us then fore&s;tal his malice;</L>
<L><HI>Accu&s;e our &s;elves;</HI> let not that &s;eem uncouth:</L>
<L>Who will not &s;o; with Ju&s;tice dallies:</L>
<L>But &s;o we do his office, &s;top his mouth.</L>
<L>Our Ca&s;e thus op'ned, if <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> intercede,</L>
<L>What envious boldne&s;s dares again&s;t us plead?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>What means that <HI>Man of &s;in,</HI> that rallies</L>
<L>The <HI>Saints</HI> as <HI>Chri&s;t's corrivals</HI> in this <HI>Function?</HI></L>
<L>And if they were &s;o neer his <HI>allies,</HI></L>
<L>How was it purcha&s;ed? when was their Unction?</L>
<L>True, with him are the <HI>Saints</HI> co-heirs;</L>
<L>But <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> did purcha&s;e it, and them elected:</L>
<L>And they to whom now <HI>Rome</HI> repairs,</L>
<L>If <HI>Saints,</HI> now by <HI>him</HI> reign, &s;o here expected.</L>
<PB N="58" REF="35">
<L>He is our <HI>elder Brother,</HI> and he &s;ure</L>
<L>Enjoys his right of primogeniture.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Then have our hands tran&s;gre&s;s'd the warrant</L>
<L>Of heav'ns Laws? <HI>Chri&s;t pleads his hands bor'd through:</HI></L>
<L>Or have our devious feet been errant?</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> pleads <HI>his pierc'd,</HI> by a &s;ufficient proof.</L>
<L>Or if our hearts have Ill invented,</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t</HI> pleads <HI>his</HI> for us by the Souldier pierc'd;</L>
<L>All was on <HI>him</HI> by &s;tripes indented:</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> &s;ues the Fine of all on him amerc'd.</L>
<L>In <HI>him</HI> our &s;ins were &s;courg'd, bor'd, nail'd, and rack'd;</L>
<L>Nor will <HI>his Father</HI> them again exact.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Our &s;ins but whi&s;per to that cry</L>
<L>Which <HI>his</HI> wounds make; the &s;orrow &amp; compunction</L>
<L>Of <HI>his</HI> perplexed Agony;</L>
<L>Nay, with our &s;ins if hell howl'd in conjunction.</L>
<L><HI>Our thanks</HI> he <HI>graciou&s;ly perfumes;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our &s;upplications with odours balms;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sweetens with myrrhe repentant rheums;</HI></L>
<L><HI>With incen&s;e &s;anctifies our vows and alms.</HI></L>
<L>Ble&s;t be <HI>thy Father,</HI> and that &s;acred Unction.</L>
<L>That did con&s;igne <HI>thee</HI> to this ble&s;&s;ed Function.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="59" REF="35">
<HEAD>On Chri&s;t his final coming to Judgment.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Revel. 5.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="12">12 And the Sun became black as &s;ackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.</P>
<P N="13">13 And the &s;tars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig-tree casteth her untimely figs, when &s;he is &s;haken of a mighty winde.</P>
<P N="14">14 And the heaven departed as a &s;eroll when it is rolled together, and every mountain and i&s;land were moved out of their places.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>NOr here our <HI>Saviour</HI> concludes</L>
<L>His act: the&s;e are <HI>his Interludes:</HI></L>
<L>The eye of faith in the&s;e <HI>he</HI> asks,</L>
<L>As being an <HI>Interview</HI> of Masks.</L>
<L>But he upon a <HI>flaming &s;tage,</HI></L>
<L>In an <HI>Angelick equipage;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now comes in per&s;on at the day of Audit,</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>troops of angels &s;hall trump forth his plau|dit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="60" REF="36">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>When righteou&s;ne&s;s and equitie</L>
<L>The pillars of his Seat &s;hall be;</L>
<L>The elements together mixt,</L>
<L>And the two Poles of th' world unfixt:</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Genius</HI> &s;hall feel that &s;tory</L>
<L>Of the imagin'd <HI>Purgatory,</HI></L>
<L>When wild Di&s;order, and amaz'd Confu&s;ion,</L>
<L>Shall be the Whifflers to a &s;ad conclu&s;ion?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>But, Lord, how long wilt thou defer</L>
<L>To hear! Wilt &s;till our hopes deter?</L>
<L>How long that <HI>Quaere</HI> wilt &s;u&s;pend,</L>
<L>Whether the world &s;hall have an end?</L>
<L>Come, let thy judgement and thy mercy</L>
<L>Fini&s;h at length that Controver&s;ie.</L>
<L>Come, come away, our panting hearts are drumming</L>
<L>At thy approach, and yet thou &s;eem'&s;t not coming.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Ha&s;te, Lord, de&s;cend, thy Saints to <HI>gather,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And to re&s;igne them to thy Father.</HI></L>
<L>What wilt thou lo&s;e by that thy tender?</L>
<L>'Tis no &s;urpri&s;al or &s;urrender:</L>
<L>Thou 'lt be the <HI>King of glory</HI> &s;till.</L>
<L>For who dares to oppo&s;e thy will?</L>
<L>Safe in <HI>thy Eden</HI> grows the <HI>tree of life:</HI></L>
<L>Thou now not doubt&s;t of <HI>Adam</HI> or his wife.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="61" REF="36">
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;tay, my &s;oul; what, can&s;t thou meet</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Judge</HI> with clean prepared feet?</L>
<L>Art thou not naked, or art cloth'd</L>
<L>As one to &s;uch a Lord betroth'd?</L>
<L>If &s;o, go meet thy coming Groom;</L>
<L>Thy wedding-day's the day of Doom.</L>
<L>But, Lord, we build, wed, fea&s;t; we vaunt and jet,</L>
<L>As 't were but now thou &s;aid&s;t, <HI>But th'end's not yet.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>As morning-light precedes the Sun,</L>
<L>Let grace thy glory here fore-run:</L>
<L>For glory never there will come,</L>
<L>Where grace hath not prepar'd the room.</L>
<L>Give grace, Lord, and, with that, the &s;inew</L>
<L>Of &s;trength and vigour to continue.</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t been <GAP DESC="foreign">, and begun to do;</L>
<L>But &s;eem'&s;t <GAP DESC="foreign">. be <GAP DESC="foreign"> too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>O let not Hell upbraid thy power,</L>
<L>As <HI>his</HI> that <HI>'gan to build that tower</HI></L>
<L><HI>He could not end.</HI> Fini&s;h at length</L>
<L>My <HI>Citadel</HI> with mighty &s;trength.</L>
<L>Yet, faith and hope faint; joys are &s;ory,</L>
<L>Till grace be &s;wallow'd up of glory.</L>
<L>As grace, like <HI>Orphah,</HI> leaves me when I die;</L>
<L>Let <HI>Ruth</HI>-like glory fill my <HI>Naomi.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="62" REF="37">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Ble&s;t God, I know we ought to pray,</L>
<L><HI>Thy kingdom come,</HI> each day by day;</L>
<L>And &s;hould thy coming damn us all,</L>
<L>We dur&s;t but it a mercy call.</L>
<L>Thy time, dread Lord, 's the be&s;t; and thou</L>
<L><HI>Long-&s;uff'ring</HI> art, of old and now.</L>
<L>O let thy grace make way for glory; then</L>
<L><HI>Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.</HI> Amen.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Joys of heaven after the day of Judgment.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>2 Cor. 2.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="9">9 Eye hath not &s;een, nor ear heard, neither have entred into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>GHe&s;s now the Scenes of ev'ry age</L>
<L>Upon one Stage</L>
<PB N="63" REF="37">
<L>Re-acted, and all &s;hifted clean,</L>
<L>Both Stage and Scene;</L>
<L>Each hath his pay, and wafted home,</L>
<L>With <HI>Go</HI> or <HI>Come;</HI></L>
<L>To act a better part, or wor&s;e,</L>
<L>With bli&s;s or cur&s;e.</L>
<L>Both play'd have to my Fancies eye,</L>
<L>A <HI>Tragi-Comi-Comi-Tragedy.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>As heav'n <HI>A&s;tronomy</HI> confines</L>
<L>To <HI>Zones</HI> and <HI>Lines;</HI></L>
<L>And with conceited <HI>Poles</HI> &s;upports</L>
<L>The azure Courts;</L>
<L>And th'row its fancied <HI>Zodiack,</HI></L>
<L>Can <HI>Titan</HI> track;</L>
<L>And takes heav'ns length and breadth, if bid,</L>
<L><HI>As th' Angel did:</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>Jacob's &s;taff</HI> no le&s;s can do</L>
<L>Then if they had got <HI>Jacob's ladder too.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Yet all this &s;erves but to advance</L>
<L>Gilt <HI>Ignorance:</HI></L>
<L>So heav'ns joys by blinde devotions</L>
<L>Are cloath'd in notions,</L>
<L>Which onely gild our <HI>Ne&s;cience</HI></L>
<L>With &s;eeming &s;ence.</L>
<L><HI>Them</HI> we are forc'd to ghe&s;s by plea&s;ures,</L>
<L>And earthly trea&s;ures:</L>
<PB N="64" REF="38">
<L>Since though the <HI>Turki&s;h Alcharon</HI></L>
<L>De&s;cribes their <HI>Par'di&s;e,</HI> ours can be by none.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>But could our <HI>Merlins,</HI> by di&s;cerning</L>
<L>And <HI>Lynx</HI>-ey'd learning,</L>
<L>Who can the &s;tarry <HI>Alphabet</HI></L>
<L>In language &s;et;</L>
<L>And though the clouds &s;hould blot their book,</L>
<L>Can th'row them look:</L>
<L>Could they define the ble&s;&s;ed man&s;ions</L>
<L>B'yo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">d the&s;e expan&s;ions;</L>
<L>I'd love their Art: <HI>Divinity</HI></L>
<L>Should then be <HI>handmaid</HI> to <HI>A&s;tronomy.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>As on their <HI>Babel</HI> of Conceit</L>
<L>They mount heav'ns height:</L>
<L>So, though its beauty and dimen&s;ion</L>
<L>Befools Invention,</L>
<L>Tran&s;cends the <HI>Zenith</HI> of all mancie</L>
<L>Of Art and Fancie;</L>
<L>Yet &s;ince <HI>that</HI> faculty of &s;oul</L>
<L>Doth more inroll</L>
<L>Then 's &s;een or heard, we ghe&s;s tho&s;e joys,</L>
<L>Though far above our knowledge, wi&s;h, or choice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>To call them <HI>Riches,</HI> were not high,</L>
<L>But beggerly:</L>
<PB N="65" REF="38">
<L>To call them <HI>Honours,</HI> were a vile</L>
<L>Inglorious &s;tile:</L>
<L>To call them <HI>Plea&s;ures,</HI> were a gro&s;s</L>
<L>And tedious glo&s;s,</L>
<L>The&s;e <HI>Joys</HI> by <HI>myriads</HI> of pitches</L>
<L>Exceed <HI>&s;uch Riches:</HI></L>
<L>Though by &s;uch names the <HI>ble&s;&s;ed Spirit</HI></L>
<L>De&s;cribes tho&s;e joys which now the <HI>Saints</HI> inherit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Since no man th' heavens ever knew,</L>
<L>By <HI>Art</HI> or view;</L>
<L>Though &s;ome the <HI>Stars</HI> boa&s;t to de&s;cribe,</L>
<L>By <HI>name</HI> and tribe:</L>
<L>As if when fir&s;t the heavens were,</L>
<L>They had been there,</L>
<L>And knew them <HI>all</HI> as well as <HI>he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His &s;ilver skie.</HI></L>
<L>Not knowing <HI>the&s;e,</HI> &s;o plain and even,</L>
<L>Who can define the non-apparent heaven?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, &s;ince more then I can conceive,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t believe;</L>
<L>And far beyond my <HI>Fancies</HI> &s;cope,</L>
<L>I &s;till mu&s;t hope:</L>
<L>Grant, what's conceived by my youth</L>
<L>Agree with truth:</L>
<PB N="66" REF="39">
<L>And what&s;oever doth out-&s;tretch</L>
<L>My Fancies reach,</L>
<L>She at <HI>forbidden fruit</HI> not glance,</L>
<L>But flag her wing in humble <HI>Ignorance.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Torments of Hell.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Luke 16.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="22">22 And it came to pa&s;s that the begger died, and was buried, and was carried by the angels in|to Abrahams bo&s;om. The rich man al&s;o died, and was buried.</P>
<P N="23">23 And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in tor|ments, and &s;ees Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bo&s;om.</P>
<P N="24">24 And he cried, and &s;aid, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and &s;end Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>POor &s;ouls! whom endle&s;s flames do &s;corch,</L>
<L>Since that the earth flam'd like a <HI>pendant Torch;</HI></L>
<PB N="67" REF="39">
<L>Since at the <HI>Trumpets final &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Jericho</HI>'s high walls fell flat to ground,</L>
<L>And all was burnt: What Ver&s;e hath tones</L>
<L>Sufficient to accent forth your groans?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Should all the <HI>Poets</HI> adde each <HI>Fury,</HI></L>
<L>And of the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> Nine make up a <HI>Jury,</HI></L>
<L>And beg their Verdict to define</L>
<L>Hell 's mi&s;eries; they mu&s;t the Suit decline,</L>
<L>Should they exhau&s;t their <HI>Helicon,</HI></L>
<L>And the&s;e &s;hould drain their <HI>Styx</HI> and <HI>Acharon.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Let Wit excite her fruitle&s;s &s;trife,</L>
<L>To limn Eternal Death unto the Life,</L>
<L>And in a Synod call the <HI>Quire</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Arts,</HI> all &s;erved but to paint a fire;</L>
<L>Fire which but makes the brain to &s;weat,</L>
<L>As void of true de&s;cription, as of heat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Reader, let thy <HI>Orpheus-like Fancie</HI></L>
<L>De&s;cend to Hell in &s;ome conceited <HI>Maney,</HI></L>
<L>And with brisk <HI>Nectar</HI> oil the mouth</L>
<L>Of tortur'd <HI>Dives,</HI> which is parch'd with drouth;</L>
<L>All he could &s;ay how <HI>Furies</HI> wreak</L>
<L>Their rage, would be, <HI>I know not what to &s;peak.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Aetna</HI>'s to this an idle tapor,</L>
<L><HI>Ve&s;uvius</HI> a thin incen&s;ed vapor;</L>
<PB N="68" REF="40">
<L>Or as the <HI>Pyramids,</HI> who&s;e &s;pires</L>
<L>Mount onely in proportion'd &s;hapes of fires:</L>
<L>No fire to the&s;e is worth a name;</L>
<L>Even <HI>Sodom</HI>'s but the &s;hadow of this flame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>And what need <HI>Poets</HI> feign a <HI>Styx</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Acharon,</HI> &s;ince floods of tears here mix</L>
<L>Into a Sea, which wildly lurks</L>
<L>In darkne&s;s, and confu&s;ed water-works;</L>
<L>Which all <HI>Hydrography</HI> no better</L>
<L>Can quote, then <HI>Xerxes</HI> th' <HI>Helle&s;pont</HI> could fetter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>But cannot <HI>Dives</HI> from <HI>The&s;e</HI> drench</L>
<L>His thir&s;t-parch'd mouth, and burning liver quench?</L>
<L>No: fire and water here are both</L>
<L>One element, which flaming &s;treams do froth:</L>
<L>Both having purg'd the world &s;o gro&s;s,</L>
<L>Meet in Hell 's furnace, to con&s;ume the dro&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Lord &s;ince Hell 's pains exceed conceit,</L>
<L>Each glo&s;s on them 's a naked counterfeit:</L>
<L>Our Fancies &s;till have &s;ome remor&s;e;</L>
<L>Let us the wor&s;t imagine, &s;till 't is wor&s;e.</L>
<L>If heavens joys can't draw me home,</L>
<L>Let the&s;e true terrors fright me till I come.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="79" REF="40">
<HEAD>The &s;econd Part. On &s;everal occa&s;ions, and &s;e|veral texts of Scripture.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 119.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="37">37 O turn away mine eyes, le&s;t they behold vanity.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>LOrd, what 's a Beauty! but a paint, at mo&s;t,</L>
<L>Which with a breath's gone, 't is &s;o vainly glo&s;t.</L>
<L>What beauty's dy'd &s;o deep in grain, that dolour,</L>
<L>Or age, or &s;ickne&s;s, cannot bla&s;t its colour?</L>
<L>Since there's within 't no principle to nouri&s;h</L>
<L>Its verdant vigour to a con&s;tant flouri&s;h,</L>
<L>Lord, let me think 't but a more &s;pecious worm,</L>
<L>And wink its beauty to an <HI>Antick</HI> form.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="70" REF="41">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's a beauty! in it could I &s;ee</L>
<L>The <HI>Image</HI> which I lo&s;t in lo&s;ing thee,</L>
<L>I'd court, and gaze, till through mine eyes that face</L>
<L>Reprinted on my &s;oul that former grace.</L>
<L>Here's no &s;uch form: although indeed &s;ome few</L>
<L>Think that in it we may <HI>thy foot&s;teps view.</HI></L>
<L>What's beauty then, for which we &s;o much brawl,</L>
<L>But fle&s;h tran&s;parent th'row a &s;moother cawl?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's a Beauty? Did a more divine</L>
<L><HI>Saint</HI> dwell within't, I would adore the &s;hrine;</L>
<L>My captiv'd heart with zealous love &s;hould boil;</L>
<L>I'd count each beauty as this beauty's foil.</L>
<L>But &s;ince the &s;oul, the better part, is tainted,</L>
<L>Can th' outward part be free? mu&s;t that be Sainted?</L>
<L>What's beauty then, if it be void of grace?</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Philip's Blackmore</HI> had the fairer face.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's a Beauty! our fair <HI>Grannam Eve</HI></L>
<L>Soon prov'd a &s;trong <HI>Suadela,</HI> to deceive.</L>
<L>This treach'rous <HI>White &amp; Red</HI> hath bred more war,</L>
<L>Then they did once 'twixt <HI>York</HI> and <HI>Lanca&s;ter.</HI></L>
<L>Lord, let me think tho&s;e eyes by th' wanton Mu&s;e</L>
<L>Stil'd Stars, are <HI>Ignes fatui,</HI> to &s;educe:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Coral-lips, my credit would explode;</L>
<L>The&s;e Yv'ry teeth, my good report corrode.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="71" REF="41">
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's the world! Thou did&s;t not mean, I ghe&s;s,</L>
<L>Th'worlds for Impo&s;tures, either great or le&s;s;</L>
<L>Nor mean'&s;t the le&s;&s;er, whom thou mad'&s;t complea|ter,</L>
<L>Should be at all &s;educed by the greater.</L>
<L>Yet as they repre&s;ent each others parts,</L>
<L>The greater too hath its delu&s;ive Arts.</L>
<L>Since then they're objects both to tempt mine eyes,</L>
<L><HI>O turn them from beholding vanities.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's the world? 't is but a turning Globe,</L>
<L>Which whirls us now on high, then lowe as <HI>Job;</HI></L>
<L>Or a to&s;s'd &s;hip, who&s;e now-a&s;piring Ma&s;t</L>
<L>Seems for to boar the clouds, then back doth ca&s;t</L>
<L>Her rolling pa&s;&s;engers, to &s;eek a Tomb</L>
<L>In &s;ome va&s;t Sea-&s;hell, or &s;ome fi&s;hes womb.</L>
<L>Then what's the world? a bubble 'tis at mo&s;t;</L>
<L>With winde 'tis onely full, with winde 'tis to&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's the world? I will not wi&s;h me blinde,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e mine eyes thus tempt me; though I finde</L>
<L>A grave
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Bp. <HI>Hall.</HI></NOTE> one bid one, of one eye bereft,</L>
<L>Not t' weep that lo&s;s, but that one yet was left:</L>
<L>Nor will mi&s;take thee, when thou bid&s;t not doubt,</L>
<L><HI>If that mine eye offend, to pluck it out.</HI></L>
<L>Lord, turn away mine eyes: all's one to me,</L>
<L>If &s;o thou do&s;t, as if I did not &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="72" REF="42">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, what's the world? indeed the heav'ns aray'd</L>
<L>Are in thy Livery; we &s;ee di&s;play'd</L>
<L>In them thy <HI>glorious Coat;</HI> they each night &s;tory</L>
<L>In <HI>Starry characters</HI> their <HI>Makers</HI> glory.</L>
<L>But &s;ince a fly, worm, or the meane&s;t elf,</L>
<L>If animate, excels the world it &s;elf;</L>
<L>Why then's the world by noble man thus held</L>
<L>In &s;uch e&s;teem, that is by &s;uch excell'd?</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Author's <HI>Epainicron</HI> to God, for his Recovery from a &s;harp Fever.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 118.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="18">18 The Lord hath cha&s;tened and corrected me &s;ore: but he hath not given me over unto death.</P>
<BIBL><HI>I&s;ai. 38.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="18">18 For the grave cannot prai&s;e thee; death cannot celebrate thee: they that go down to the pit, canner hope for thy truth.</P>
<P N="19">19. The living the living he &s;hall prai&s;e thee, as I do this day.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<PB N="73" REF="42">
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord,</HI> THough Scripture &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>A thou&s;and yeers one day</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are unto thee;</HI> yet mu&s;t I think again,</L>
<L>To thee appears</L>
<L>Each day a thou&s;and yeers,</L>
<L>Till I thee thank for freedom from my pain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Late I was &s;ick;</L>
<L>'Twere vain with Launcet's prick</L>
<L>To vent my blood corrupted too too long:</L>
<L>I look'd for death,</L>
<L>As he that lay beneath</L>
<L>A threatning &s;word which by a thred was hung.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>The active &s;trife</L>
<L>For hope or help of life,</L>
<L>Now fail'd me quite. And while the Doctor lingers,</L>
<L>How did I feel</L>
<L>A ha&s;tie Death to ceel</L>
<L>My falling eye-lids with her Ycie fingers?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>The quick re&s;ults</L>
<L>Within my fev'ri&s;h Pul&s;e,</L>
<L>The minutes were by which the hours I counted;</L>
<L>Wherein delay'd</L>
<L>The tarder Doctors ayd:</L>
<L>So hours to days, and days to weeks amounted.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="74" REF="43">
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>To hold me home,</L>
<L>My la&s;t <HI>Viaticum</HI></L>
<L>Was tender'd, to &s;u&s;tain me in my journey:</L>
<L>Nor was I mute</L>
<L>For to pre&s;ent my &s;ute</L>
<L>To th' mediation of my <HI>&s;weet Attorney.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Life's influence,</L>
<L>Scar'd from my outward &s;ence,</L>
<L>Now to my hearts <HI>Metropolis</HI> was gone;</L>
<L>And in this &s;trait,</L>
<L>My ready &s;oul did wait</L>
<L>With nimble wing for di&s;&s;olution.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>But like a <HI>brand</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pluck'd by thy gracious hand,</HI></L>
<L>I have e&s;cap'd the burning uncon&s;um'd:</L>
<L>Though death by Fever</L>
<L>Did rage as bad as ever.</L>
<L><HI>Caldee</HI>'s King on the <HI>furnac'd children</HI> fum'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>But as they, freed,</L>
<L>With one con&s;ent agreed</L>
<L><HI>To prai&s;e thee for thy kindne&s;s and thy love:</HI></L>
<L>So let me prai&s;e</L>
<L>Thy mercy all my days;</L>
<L>So &s;hall this mercy not my judgement prove.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="75" REF="43">
<HEAD>Temptation.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Ephe&s;. 6.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="14">14 Stand fa&s;t therefore, having your loyns girt about with truth, and having on the bre&s;t-plate of righteou&s;ne&s;s,</P>
<P N="15">15 And your feet &s;hed with the preparation of the Go&s;pel of peace.</P>
<P N="16">16 Above all, taking the &s;hield of faith, whereby ye &s;hall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.</P>
<P N="17">17 And take the helmet of &s;alvation, and the &s;word of the Spirit, which is the word of God.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>NOr was with Death my combat &s;uch,</L>
<L>But now I'm tempted all &s;o much;</L>
<L>So that me thinks my Sen&s;es halt</L>
<L>'Twixt two; which was the wor&s;t a&s;&s;ault:</L>
<L>Unle&s;s thou, Lord, who conquer'd&s;t Death,</L>
<L>And lately crown'd&s;t me with that wreath;</L>
<L>As thou ha&s;t vanqui&s;h'd Hell too, I'm undone,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s thou fini&s;h what thou ha&s;t begun.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="76" REF="44">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Is't not enough, by the &s;ini&s;ter</L>
<L>Temptations of her <HI>whi&s;p'ring &s;i&s;ter</HI></L>
<L>My &s;oul's &s;educ'd, with frailty cloath'd;</L>
<L>And to infirmity betroth'd;</L>
<L>That th'ea&s;ie &s;oul by fle&s;h is tempted,</L>
<L>Nor night, nor day, nor place exempted;</L>
<L>As if in &s;lights &s;he did the Devil ape,</L>
<L>And meant them no temptations, but a rape?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Is't not enough, that by the fraud</L>
<L>of Hell, that makes the World her <HI>Band,</HI></L>
<L>I'm by the World &s;educ'd; and Sen&s;e</L>
<L>Wooes, not refi&s;ts its influence;</L>
<L>Who&s;e very ble&s;&s;ings are but Baits,</L>
<L>As if th' air breath'd nought but deceits:</L>
<L>So that we all might breathe our mourning thus;</L>
<L><HI>Fal&s;e world, Impo&s;ture is thy Genius?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>But are we &s;ubject to the darts</L>
<L>Of helli&s;h Fiends, which &s;eize our hearts,</L>
<L>Like &s;ubtil Lightning's fierce inque&s;ts,</L>
<L>Which melts the gold within the che&s;ts?</L>
<L>As if they aim'd t'u&s;urp thy part,</L>
<L>Who onely know'&s;t and try'&s;t the heart;</L>
<L>Into who&s;e Clo&s;ets they them&s;elves convey,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s thou, Lord, vouch&s;afe to keep the key.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="77" REF="44">
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, gird my loyns with truth, and dre&s;s</HI></L>
<L><HI>Me i'th'bre&s;t-plate of righteou&s;ne&s;s;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let my feet be prepar'd,</HI> (my God)</L>
<L><HI>And with the peaceful Go&s;pel &s;hod:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shield me with faith,</HI> (the chiefe&s;t Spell)</L>
<L><HI>To quench the firy darts of hell:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Daign th'helmet of &s;alvation, and the &s;word</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of thy ble&s;t Spirit,</HI> Lord, <HI>which is thy Word.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>But I no more can wear this armour,</L>
<L>Then thy Delight and <HI>Judah's Par'mour</HI></L>
<L>Could &s;tout <HI>Saul</HI>'s again&s;t <HI>him</HI> of <HI>Gath;</HI></L>
<L>For &s;uch too are <HI>Hell</HI>'s arms and wrath:</L>
<L>Nor can no more foyl with thy Word,</L>
<L>Then could that <HI>Turk</HI> with <HI>Ca&s;triot</HI>'s &s;word:</L>
<L>I'm weak and ignorant; 't is thou alone</L>
<L>Mu&s;t teach me both to fight, and put it on.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>But where's this Armour to be found?</L>
<L>No <HI>Cyclops</HI> frame it under ground.</L>
<L>He hopes in vain to win the field,</L>
<L>Who fights again&s;t Hell with Hell's &s;hield:</L>
<L>Such Armours are but empty &s;hrouds,</L>
<L>As thin and airy as the clouds.</L>
<L>Thou, who wilt crown our conque&s;t, do&s;t impale</L>
<L>Our &s;ouls with the&s;e Arms, from thy <HI>Ar&s;enal.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="78" REF="45">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Then if thou &s;tor'&s;t me with the&s;e Arms,</L>
<L>My &s;oul &s;hall need no other Charms;</L>
<L>If thou with the&s;e my &s;pirit furni&s;h,</L>
<L>They'll fright Hell with their very burni&s;h;</L>
<L>Nor doubt I le&s;t Hells arrows points</L>
<L><HI>Should wound me th'row the&s;e armors joints:</HI></L>
<L>I then might &s;end that an&s;wer, <HI>Let him &s;coff,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And boa&s;t at la&s;t, that puts his armour off.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 62.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="9">9 As for the children of men, they are but vain; the children of men are deceitful upon the weights: they are altogether lighter then vanity it &s;elf.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>DRead Lord! w'are all too light: the empty &s;cale</L>
<L>Towards heav'n mounts with a complaining tale:</L>
<L>The over-balanc'd one on <HI>Orcus</HI> knocks,</L>
<L>As if it means to rend the brazen locks</L>
<L>That pri&s;on vengeance; and it pre&s;&s;eth deep,</L>
<L>As if it thought De&s;truction were a&s;leep.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="79" REF="45">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>If thus our Ca&s;e with dreadful Ju&s;tice &s;tand,</L>
<L>How &s;hall we &s;cape her tother armed hand?</L>
<L>Think we God is not with our ways acquainted,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI>'s Sword no &s;harper then 't is painted?</L>
<L><HI>The Lion's painted fiercer then he is:</HI></L>
<L>But deeming <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> &s;o, we judge ami&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Thus &s;tands our Ca&s;e: but if thy Mercy buoys</L>
<L>Th' o'er-balanc'd Scale in even counterpoize,</L>
<L>Then may we pa&s;s good, with a grain or two</L>
<L>Of thy dear blood, as oft light Pieces do:</L>
<L>And then if <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> &s;hould be mo&s;t extreme,</L>
<L>We &s;hould o'er-weigh with a declining beam.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;ince Sin's heavie too, how can agree</L>
<L>In truth this various <HI>levi-gravity?</HI></L>
<L>Unle&s;s it be, that weighty things we fleight,</L>
<L>And over-value things of &s;lender weight.</L>
<L>Thus Scriptures ju&s;tly their complaints may levy:</L>
<L>In weighty things w'are light, in light things heavy</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;hould&s;t thou weigh us as w'are in our &s;elves,</L>
<L>Vain as Incon&s;tancie, and light as Elves;</L>
<L>Might&s;t thou not by the breath of thy di&s;plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Breath into nought at all our empty mea&s;ure?</L>
<L>And might&s;t <HI>Bel&s;hazzar</HI>'s doom with that &s;ame hand,</L>
<L>Not onely on our walls, but foreheads brand?</L>
</LG>
<PB N="80" REF="46">
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Dread Lord, the be&s;t are <HI>as the &s;malled du&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>Within the balance:</HI> &s;o thy Truth di&s;cu&s;t:</L>
<L>How can we then expect but to mi&s;carry,</L>
<L>Weigh'd with the <HI>Shekel of thy Sanctuary?</HI></L>
<L>Such, angry <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> &s;oon to hell pro&s;cribes,</L>
<L>Who hath quick eyes to judg, tho' none for bribes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>If could our Churls with Gold, our airy Gallants,</L>
<L>With all their Glories, rai&s;e the &s;tooping balance;</L>
<L>In &s;heets of Gold I'd clothe me; never check</L>
<L>At Honours Lure, but &s;till obey its beck:</L>
<L>But Gold is vain, and Honour light; and they,</L>
<L>The more they're lin'd with the&s;e, the le&s;s they weigh.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Thus &s;hould&s;t thou weigh what man ami&s;s hath don,</L>
<L>What man could &s;tand it, but thy <HI>onely Son?</HI></L>
<L>Who was weigh'd in man's balance of deceit,</L>
<L>That we might be found of &s;ufficient weight;</L>
<L>Who was out-weigh'd by <HI>thirty pence,</HI> that we</L>
<L>Might &s;o pa&s;s currant in thy <HI>Trea&s;ury.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="81" REF="46">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Eccle&s;. 5.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="11">11 When goods increa&s;e, they are increa&s;ed that eat them: and what good is there to the owners thereof, &s;aving the beholding of them with their eyes?</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<L>GO, Worldings, &s;et your eye-lids on the rack;</L>
<L>Gaze on your wealth, until your eye-&s;trings crack.</L>
<L>With too inten&s;ive views, all your delight</L>
<L>May weary, but ne'er &s;atisfie your &s;ight;</L>
<L>No, though the windows of your eyes were glaz'd</L>
<L>With Multiplying-gla&s;&s;es while you gaz'd.</L>
<L>You that adore your heaps with admiration,</L>
<L>As doth <HI>A&s;tronomy a Con&s;tellation;</HI></L>
<L>And if with th' heav'ns you in love do joyn,</L>
<L>'Tis 'cau&s;e they're of the colour with your Coyn:</L>
<L>Go hug your &s;elves in your belov'd condition;</L>
<L>You onely have in <HI>u&s;e,</HI> I in <HI>fruition</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e gifts of Fortune: Vertue may indeed</L>
<L>Them be without; but you do &s;tand in need</L>
<L>Amid&s;t your wealth; neither can you boa&s;t more</L>
<L>Of being rich, then I of being poor.</L>
<PB N="82" REF="47">
<L>Now can my &s;oul mount freely with her wings,</L>
<L>Not with the baggage clog'd of earthly things.</L>
<L>Here parents may, by under&s;erv'd removes,</L>
<L>Deve&s;t us of our birth-right, and their loves:</L>
<L>So that all duty can't induce their minde,</L>
<L>No, not to &s;hare their &s;tore by <HI>Gavel-kinde;</HI></L>
<L>So leaving grief and poverty their portion,</L>
<L>As if their fir&s;t-born were but an abortion.</L>
<L>There <HI>Satan</HI>'s Vouchers can nor di&s;-inherit,</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> cau&s;e divorce, where <HI>Chri&s;t</HI>'s my merit.</L>
<L><HI>As fal&s;e, as &s;ad, is that conclu&s;ion,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That thinks Gods ble&s;&s;ing's with a birth-right gone.</HI></L>
<L>Come, worldlings, come, who wi&s;h to have no pledge</L>
<L>Of your &s;alvation, but <HI>Achan</HI>'s wedge;</L>
<L>I'll &s;hew you wealth, to which your gold is dro&s;s,</L>
<L>And all your Gallants bravery but mo&s;s.</L>
<L>Within you glorious curtains thou may&s;t finde</L>
<L>A Carkanet of Jewels is en&s;hrin'd.</L>
<L>A&s;cend, and tell me if a Pearl ere &s;hone</L>
<L>In equal lu&s;tre with you <HI>Ja&s;per-&s;tone.</HI></L>
<L>The Jewels of a <HI>Monarch</HI>'s Crown, the co&s;t</L>
<L>Wherewith of old were <HI>Aaron</HI>'s Robes imbo&s;t,</L>
<L>Were childi&s;h &s;hells to the&s;e, true <HI>Midas</HI> di&s;hes,</L>
<L>Which do but choak the owner with his wi&s;hes.</L>
<L>There's the true <HI>Topaz, Iacinth,</HI> and <HI>Beryl;</HI></L>
<L>What Jewel not? which thou without the peril</L>
<L>Of <HI>coveting</HI> may&s;t lu&s;t for: there's a <HI>Mine,</HI></L>
<L>Which onely if thou wilt de&s;ire, is thine.</L>
<PB N="83" REF="47">
<L>'Tis not <HI>Idolatry</HI> to be thus greedy,</L>
<L>But <HI>Piety: thrice-ble&s;&s;ed are &s;uch needy.</HI></L>
<L>Why do&s;t thou &s;tartle at this wealthy tender,</L>
<L>Which Thieves can't rob, nor Fortune cau&s;e &s;urrender?</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Prov. 28.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="13">13. He that covereth his &s;in, &s;hall not prosper.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>COver our &s;ins!</L>
<L>Sees not bright <HI>Pho&s;per</HI></L>
<L>Fal&s;e <HI>Weights</HI> and <HI>Hins;</HI></L>
<L>And can they pro&s;per?</L>
<L>Sin may, like a fal&s;e <HI>Nun,</HI></L>
<L>Cloy&s;ter'd in darkne&s;s lie:</L>
<L>It may avoid the Sun,</L>
<L>Not God's revenging eye.</L>
<L>Some, yet, to cloathe their naked &s;in,</L>
<L>With <HI>Eve</HI> and <HI>Adam</HI> &s;owe fig-leaves;</L>
<L>And one to hide his Vices in,</L>
<L><HI>Such webs as doth the Spider, weaves.</HI></L>
<L>But if could fooli&s;h &s;in avail to cover</L>
<L>The skies with the&s;e imaginary clouds;</L>
<L>Would not a quick-ey'd pendant veng'ance hover,</L>
<L>To rend and pierce their artificial &s;hrouds?</L>
</LG>
<PB N="84" REF="48">
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Cover our &s;ins</L>
<L>From God? From him</L>
<L>What wings or fins</L>
<L>Can flie or &s;wim?</L>
<L>We <HI>Wizards</HI> need, nor <HI>Weirds,</HI></L>
<L>No torturing extremes:</L>
<L>Truths Vouchers, flocks or herds,</L>
<L>Or <HI>walls will be, or beams.</HI></L>
<L>What Medium's &s;o gro&s;s, t' exclude</L>
<L>God, who's all, whe'er in earth or skie?</L>
<L>Who's in &s;o clo&s;e a Parlour mew'd,</L>
<L>To &s;hun his &s;ight, who is all eye?</L>
<L>What darkne&s;s, but the God of light can &s;catter?</L>
<L>His &s;earching <HI>winde</HI> doth enter ev'ry cranny.</L>
<L><HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> puts off her Vizor, though &s;ome flatter,</L>
<L>'Tis at wilde aim if that her &s;word &s;mite any.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Cover our &s;ins!</L>
<L>Since puni&s;hment</L>
<L>And vice are twins,</L>
<L>Though different.</L>
<L>Wrath takes &s;in by the heel,</L>
<L>As <HI>Jacob E&s;au</HI> once;</L>
<L>And makes it fall or kneel</L>
<L>T'hell, or repentant groans.</L>
<PB N="85" REF="48">
<L>No eager hoof, or flipp'ry keel,</L>
<L>Can &s;in to &s;afe <HI>A&s;ylums</HI> bear;</L>
<L>Though hid within a winding eel,</L>
<L>Or in eva&s;ions couch'd it were.</L>
<L>Let's not in private dare an evil fact,</L>
<L>Le&s;t with a <HI>Cockatrices</HI> killing eye,</L>
<L>God make his Seeing and Revenge one act:</L>
<L>No time or place knew long immunity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Cover our &s;ins!</L>
<L>Sees <HI>I&s;r'el</HI>'s keeper</L>
<L>Onely the skin,</L>
<L>And &s;ees no deeper?</L>
<L>Ere done, he &s;ees our deeds;</L>
<L>Much more when they are done:</L>
<L>He &s;ees them in their &s;eeds;</L>
<L>Much more when they are grown.</L>
<L>If we could hide us in the air,</L>
<L><HI>Heav'n is God's molten Looking-gla&s;s:</HI></L>
<L>Should we for &s;afety t' hell repair,</L>
<L><HI>Holl hath nor covering nor ca&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>But if we &s;o much lu&s;t to lurk and hide,</L>
<L>Let's take <HI>A&s;ylum in tho&s;e ble&s;t five clifts</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of that great Rock;</HI> let's ne&s;tle in his &s;ide:</L>
<L>Let us his <HI>Prie&s;thood</HI> feed upon the&s;e <HI>fifts.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="86" REF="49">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 60.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="2">2 Thou ha&s;t moved the land, and divided it: heal the &s;ores thereof, for it &s;haketh.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>TH'a&s;t mov'd us, Lord; our troubled times re&s;emble</L>
<L>An earth-quake be&s;t; for &s;o we quake &amp; tremble.</L>
<L>The lofty fabricks of our beauteous <HI>I&s;les</HI></L>
<L>Now lie confus'd, and heap'd in ru'nous piles.</L>
<L>Lord, thou ha&s;t mov'd us, as <HI>corn-fields we finde</HI></L>
<L><HI>Decline their knotty &s;tems before the winde.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Yet thou can&s;t move wor&s;e then by Civil wars;</L>
<L>When thou &s;halt move the world, when <HI>fixed &s;tars</HI></L>
<L>Like Autumn-leaves &s;hall from the heavens drop,</L>
<L>When the feign'd <HI>Poles</HI> &s;hall fail to under-prop</L>
<L>Their ma&s;&s;ie weight: yet Lord, now, let thy love</L>
<L>And mercy move us, ere thy pow'r thus move.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="87" REF="49">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, thou ha&s;t mov'd our land; it moved hath</L>
<L>Been by the breath of thy provoked wrath,</L>
<L>Wor&s;e then that wind that would di&s;people th'woods,</L>
<L>And make proud Ma&s;ts to ki&s;s the angry floods:</L>
<L>Yet &s;ince thy breath can kindle coals wor&s;e far</L>
<L>Then tho&s;e of <HI>Juniper,</HI> untouch'd we are.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Our land's a broken bone, by Di&s;cord bur&s;t;</L>
<L>Which timely &s;et, may prove as &s;trong as fir&s;t;</L>
<L>But if delay'd until a Gangrene &s;eize it,</L>
<L>What art can cure it, or what hand can ea&s;e it?</L>
<L>When man's help fails, thou only can&s;t complete it:</L>
<L>None but thy hand, that broke the bone, can &s;et it.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>W' are &s;ick; no part in or 'twixt th' head or foot,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But is di&s;e as'd, &s;ick both in branch and root:</HI></L>
<L>But &s;ince mo&s;t Doctors, while they cure, exhau&s;t</L>
<L>The moi&s;ture radical, and &s;pirits wa&s;t;</L>
<L>Let's unto him, who&s;e wi&s;dom knows at length</L>
<L>To cure the wound, yet not t' impair the &s;trength.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>My heart bleeds, Lord, to think our <HI>Nation hath</HI></L>
<L><HI>So few to &s;tand betwixt us and thy wrath:</HI></L>
<L>Our fins &s;o hainous might mo&s;t ju&s;tly <HI>&s;hame</HI></L>
<L><HI>The mouth of Mercy for to plead our name;</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> &s;eems to plead, at <HI>Mercy</HI> vext,</L>
<L><HI>Bold Mercy cea&s;e thy chat, my turn is next.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="88" REF="50">
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>How gro&s;s is Nature's &s;in, that thus can move,</L>
<L>As here on earth, &s;o war in heav'n above?</L>
<L>Sets God again&s;t him&s;elf, can rai&s;e di&s;putes</L>
<L>Betwixt his ju&s;t and gracious Attributes.</L>
<L>Will not the angry heav'ns the world impeach</L>
<L>As true occa&s;ioners of this their breach?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>But <HI>thou,</HI> who both in one ha&s;t reconcil'd,</L>
<L>That <HI>Mercy</HI> &s;ate content, &s;tern <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> &s;mil'd;</L>
<L>On thee the weight of all our &s;ins was laid:</L>
<L>Oh do not us again with them upbraid.</L>
<L><HI>Thou raz'd&s;t not the partition-wall in vain:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oh do not &s;uffer't to be built again.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Spring.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MY Sen&s;e is ravi&s;h'd, when I &s;ee</L>
<L>This happie Sea&s;ons <HI>Jubilee.</HI></L>
<L>What &s;hall I term it? a new birth,</L>
<L>The re&s;urrection of the earth,</L>
<L>Which hath been buried, we know,</L>
<L>In a cold Winding-&s;heet of &s;now.</L>
<L>The Winters breath had pav'd all o'er</L>
<L>With Cry&s;tal Marble th'world's great floor:</L>
<PB N="89" REF="50">
<L>But now the earth is livery'd</L>
<L>In verdant &s;uits, by <HI>April</HI> dy'd;</L>
<L>And, in de&s;pight of <HI>Boreas</HI> &s;pleen,</L>
<L>Deck'd with a more accompli&s;h'd green.</L>
<L>The gaudy Primro&s;e long &s;ince hath</L>
<L>Di&s;clos'd her beauty by each path.</L>
<L>The floods, as freez'd for Chariot-proof,</L>
<L>Were planch'd o'er with a Cry&s;tal roof:</L>
<L>Now in their chanels &s;weetly glide,</L>
<L>As <HI>Nyle,</HI> when they his banks divide.</L>
<L>The trees rob'd of their leafie pride,</L>
<L>With mo&s;&s;ie frize had cloath'd each &s;ide;</L>
<L>Who&s;e hoary beards &s;eem'd to pre&s;age</L>
<L>To blooming youth their winters age:</L>
<L>But now invite to come and lie</L>
<L>Under their quilted <HI>Canopie.</HI></L>
<L>Blithe <HI>Damon,</HI> like a jolly man,</L>
<L>Long &s;ince unto the mountains ran,</L>
<L>Where quietly he &s;its to pipe,</L>
<L>Whereat his lambs do &s;eem to skip;</L>
<L>Then running to their dams, they tug,</L>
<L>VVith plea&s;ant &s;peed, the &s;welling dug.</L>
<L>Anon, let's to yon hawthorn &s;teal,</L>
<L>And hearken how &s;weet <HI>Philomele</HI></L>
<L>Grieves not &s;o much at <HI>Tereus</HI> crime,</L>
<L>As joys to &s;ee the Summer's prime.</L>
<L>How to the Spring the whi&s;tling Thru&s;h</L>
<L>His Sonnets &s;ings on ev'ry bu&s;h!</L>
<PB N="90" REF="51">
<L>The Sun late &s;quinted from the skye,</L>
<L>And look'd on us with half an eye:</L>
<L>But now with glad and golden chear</L>
<L><HI>Phlegon</HI> mounts up our Hemi&s;phere.</L>
<L>Our blood's mild, as if by &s;ome art</L>
<L>W' had &s;uck'd &s;ome new-born infant 's heart.</L>
<L>In brief, quaint Nature &s;eems here nice</L>
<L>In type to &s;hadow <HI>Paradice.</HI></L>
<L>Lord, all things bud, and &s;hall I davour</L>
<L>Without the &s;un&s;hine of thy favour?</L>
<L>VVilt never prime? ha&s;t pa&s;s'd a doom,</L>
<L>That &s;ea&s;on never more &s;hall bloom?</L>
<L>Inflict not on me &s;uch a dearth,</L>
<L>A greater cur&s;e then on the earth.</L>
<L>If did my &s;in in <HI>Tereus</HI> &s;hape</L>
<L>Act on thy <HI>Philomel</HI> a rape;</L>
<L>My &s;oul like <HI>Progne</HI> &s;hall be ju&s;t,</L>
<L>And on his brats revenge his lu&s;t.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Primro&s;e-like</HI> Repentance ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Dew'd by the <HI>April</HI> of mine eyes:</L>
<L>Then will I not doubt but next thou</L>
<L>VVilt make each grace in order blow.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="91" REF="51">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL>P&s;al. 22.</BIBL>
<P N="9">9 <HI>But thou art he that took me out of my mothers womb: thou wa&s;t my hope, when I hang|ed yet on my mothers bre&s;ts.</HI></P>
<P N="10">10 <HI>I have been left unto thee ever &s;ince I was born: thou art my God, even from my mo|thers womb.</HI></P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>LOrd, when the <HI>O&s;trich</HI> leaves her forlorn eggs,</L>
<L>Nor ey'd nor watch'd,</L>
<L>They by the &s;and are hatch'd:</L>
<L>The young &s;oon u&s;e their wing-born leggs,</L>
<L>And for them&s;elves with eager &s;peed can prey:</L>
<L>But Lord, thou found&s;t me in wor&s;e ca&s;e then they.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>The <HI>Halcyon</HI> can promi&s;e on the flood,</L>
<L>That South nor North</L>
<L>Rage, till &s;he have brought forth</L>
<L>Among the waves her &s;ea-born brood:</L>
<L>But I was &s;ent, young far on &s;ea and land,</L>
<L>But found thus good to me nor &s;ea nor &s;and.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="92" REF="52">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>I was ca&s;t forth, like an <HI>expo&s;ed Elf,</HI></L>
<L>As &s;oon as born,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t wretched and forlorn:</L>
<L>Until thou took'&s;t me up thy &s;elf.</L>
<L>As if my Parents knew no other debt,</L>
<L>They ow'd their childe, but onely to beget.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Like <HI>Mo&s;es,</HI> young, expo&s;ed to the floods,</L>
<L>Where I might weep</L>
<L>To the remor&s;le&s;s deep:</L>
<L>Left &s;ince, like <HI>I&s;hm'el,</HI> to the woods</L>
<L>Of this uncertain world, where I a&s;ide</L>
<L>Might wander, if thou had&s;t not been my guide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>And as the earth (held by thy &s;ecret hand)</L>
<L>Hangs in the air;</L>
<L>There is no thred or hair</L>
<L>Supports the &s;malle&s;t du&s;t or grain of &s;and:</L>
<L>So while &s;ome wonder how it is they fall,</L>
<L>To me 't is &s;trange, <HI>Lord,</HI> how I &s;tand at all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Ble&s;t God, that <HI>took'&s;t me from my mothers womb,</HI></L>
<L>My heritance</L>
<L>Here, is not worth a glance;</L>
<L>In length and breadth all but a Tomb:</L>
<L>For as th' ha&s;t wean'd me ever &s;ince my birth,</L>
<L>So &s;till th'ha&s;t wean'd me from my mother earth.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="93" REF="52">
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Yet though my friends have thru&s;t me from my right,</L>
<L>As from their ne&s;t</L>
<L>The Eagles do deve&s;t</L>
<L>Theirs who can't dare the &s;un by &s;ight:</L>
<L>Yet this is &s;till my glory, in all things,</L>
<L>Th' ha&s;t born me th'row, <HI>as 't were on Eagles wings.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Wealth is no needful adjunct unto grace.</L>
<L>If riches are</L>
<L>The true undoubted &s;tayre</L>
<L>That lead to glory, <HI>Jacob</HI> 's ca&s;e,</L>
<L>In purcha&s;ing his ble&s;&s;ing, were but poor:</L>
<L>For he liv'd mean, while <HI>E&s;an</HI> &s;well'd with &s;tore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>The ble&s;&s;ing &s;tood not in the promis'd land</L>
<L>So much indeed,</L>
<L>As in the promis'd Seed</L>
<L>Bequeath'd by <HI>I&s;aac</HI>'s ble&s;&s;ing hand.</L>
<L>God's right-hand-ble&s;&s;ing's &s;eldom clods of earth,</L>
<L>But &s;uch as fear inva&s;ion, plagues, nor dearth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>Yet here each birth-right's not a <HI>Type</HI> of heaven,</L>
<L>As <HI>Canaan</HI> was</L>
<L>T' <HI>Abraham</HI> 's &s;eed; but as</L>
<L>Th' earth 's curs'd oft, as a cur&s;e 't is giv'n:</L>
<L>But &s;eldom (for w' are oft deceiv'd in ghe&s;&s;ing)</L>
<L>The <HI>Earne&s;t</HI> or th' <HI>Appendix</HI> of a ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="94" REF="53">
<LG>
<HEAD>12.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, be 't all as thy wi&s;dom hath decreed,</L>
<L>Since <HI>th' art my portion,</HI></L>
<L>I fear no &s;uch extortion;</L>
<L>I pa&s;s by all, and bid <HI>God &s;peed.</HI></L>
<L>Let them go view their <HI>Landskips,</HI> while that I</L>
<L>Do with a better birth-right plea&s;e mine eye.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Job 7.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="20">20 I have &s;inned; what &s;hall I do unto thee, O thou pre&s;erver of men?</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L><HI>LOrd, I have &s;in'd:</HI> O weighty words! what more</L>
<L>Could Hell, if it repentant were, deplore?</L>
<L>It could but &s;ay, VVe merit thus to die:</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o do I confe&s;s, ev'n &s;o have I.</L>
<L>Yet though my &s;ins do bear an equal bulk</L>
<L>VVith &s;ome of Hell's, unequal is our mulct.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd;</HI> to tell how much, there wants</L>
<L>A &s;ea of Ink, as many Pens as plants</L>
<PB N="95" REF="53">
<L>Grow on the teeming earth; and &s;heets as large</L>
<L>As are the heavens, to contain the Charge:</L>
<L>As many <HI>Items</HI> to the Charge amount,</L>
<L>VVhich none but thy <HI>Arithmetick</HI> can count.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd:</HI> what &s;hall I &s;ay? O brief</L>
<L>Yet full expre&s;&s;ion of &s;in and grief!</L>
<L>Thus humble <HI>Penitents</HI> vent much in little,</L>
<L>VVhile <HI>Phari&s;ees</HI> yet vent their frothy &s;pittle</L>
<L>In &s;elf-applau&s;e. But in my grief this clau&s;e</L>
<L>I'll onely vent, and then &s;it down and pau&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd;</HI> when not? in life and function:</L>
<L>VVhat time or age can plead a free di&s;-junction?</L>
<L>Not childhood: for &s;in &s;oon outgrew that age,</L>
<L>And prov'd a Graduate in my Pupillage:</L>
<L>So that I ju&s;tly may lament, that <HI>&s;in</HI></L>
<L><HI>And I were born un&s;eparable twin.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd:</HI> Nay, &s;leep, that locks my &s;ence,</L>
<L>Can hardly bat that bold intruder thence:</L>
<L>Corruption &s;till her centinel doth keep;</L>
<L>What Lullabee can rock her watch a&s;leep?</L>
<L>Poets may feign at will; but &s;he nor weighs</L>
<L>Dull <HI>Morpheus</HI> nor his bunch of leaden keys.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd:</HI> but if I once were clear,</L>
<L>VVhen wheels about that &s;ame <HI>Platonick</HI> yeer?</L>
<PB N="96" REF="54">
<L>That I might hope, when my (now-tainted) duty</L>
<L>Might innocent appear in perfect beauty.</L>
<L>O for that <HI>Anniver&s;e,</HI> to &s;et me free;</L>
<L>Hence would I fetch my ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Epoche.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd:</HI> but were I free, where's found</L>
<L>That happie and no le&s;s then holy ground?</L>
<L>O might I know the place, there would I rai&s;e</L>
<L>And dedicate a <HI>Temple</HI> to thy prai&s;e.</L>
<L>But thy ble&s;t winde, that breathes at li&s;t his grace,</L>
<L>Can breathe his <HI>Zephyres</HI> here in ev'ry place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, I have &s;in'd:</HI> and for my <HI>Irritavies</HI></L>
<L>If thou &s;hould&s;t not vouch&s;afe me true <HI>Peccavies,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;till &s;hould &s;in: let others u&s;e their mind,</L>
<L>My <HI>El'gies</HI> burthen &s;till &s;hall be, <HI>I've &s;in'd.</HI></L>
<L>And &s;ince I can't weep for each &s;in; till death,</L>
<L><HI>I've &s;in'd</HI> &s;hould be the burthen of each breath.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="97" REF="54">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL>Mark 7.</BIBL>
<P N="21">21 <HI>For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murthers,</HI></P>
<P N="22">22 <HI>Thefts, covetou&s;ne&s;s, wickedne&s;s, deceit, la&s;civiou&s;ne&s;s, an evil eye, bla&s;phemy, pride, fooli&s;hne&s;s.</HI></P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>IF could &s;ome <HI>Delius</HI> with divided hands</L>
<L>Sound the Seas depth, and on his &s;ouls recorder</L>
<L>Imprint the wracks, huge rocks, and heaps of &s;ands,</L>
<L>Which there lie &s;catter'd in confus'd di&s;order:</L>
<L>This could he do, by Natures's &s;trength or art,</L>
<L>Yet none could &s;ound the bottom of the heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Should &s;ome <HI>Ship-ma&s;ter</HI> make's <HI>fore-&s;plit</HI> the Probe</L>
<L>Of Nature's &s;ecrets, and &s;o bring to view</L>
<L>Land to make up a perfect earthly Globe,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Drake</HI> nor <HI>Kit Columbus</HI> never knew:</L>
<L>Yet, as in the great world, &s;o in his own,</L>
<L>He mu&s;t confe&s;s there 's yet much land unknown.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="98" REF="55">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>The heart's a Sea for depth, like <HI>Sodom-lake,</HI></L>
<L>Dead, thick, &amp; gro&s;s; in it will &s;ink no good:</L>
<L>Th' hearts land 's unknown; wherein what mon&s;ters make</L>
<L>Their hides and dens, few yet have under&s;tood.</L>
<L><HI>The centre may be pure&s;t earth;</HI> yet th' heart</L>
<L>The bodies centre's the corrupter part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Our heart-&s;trings are the cords of vanity;</L>
<L>Their caverns are the devil 's lurking-holes;</L>
<L>No fit <HI>Triangle</HI> for the <HI>Trinity;</HI></L>
<L>An habitation more fit for moles:</L>
<L>Their cauls the veils of damn'd <HI>Hypocri&s;ie.</HI></L>
<L>Thus is &s;um'd up man 's wretched <HI>Maje&s;tie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>If thus the <HI>Sun</HI> within our firmament</L>
<L>Into a Meteor degenerate;</L>
<L>If thus the King within our continent</L>
<L>Let 's &s;in and lu&s;t u&s;urp his Royal &s;tate:</L>
<L>If thus corrupted be the bodies leaven,</L>
<L>How &s;hall we manchets be prepar'd for heaven?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Whe'er Hell be in th' earth's centre,</HI> I &s;u&s;pend;</L>
<L>But in man 's centre 's couch'd an Hell of &s;in:</L>
<L>Nor do &s;o many lines to th' centre tend,</L>
<L>As in a wicked heart fiends make their Inne:</L>
<L>Which yet mo&s;t know no more, then can be found</L>
<L>Where <HI>Arethu&s;a</HI> windes beneath the ground.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="99" REF="55">
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, &s;hew me in the Mirrour of thy Law</L>
<L>The horrour of my heart by bright reflection:</L>
<L>In that thy Gla&s;s, there fal&s;hood is nor flaw:</L>
<L>Though wickedly &s;ome &s;corn its true direction,</L>
<L>And whip the <HI>Tutor</HI> for his <HI>di&s;cipline;</HI></L>
<L>Yet Lord direct me by that Gla&s;s of thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Oh daign my heart with graces to perfume,</L>
<L>And th'rowly purge it from each noi&s;ome vapor,</L>
<L>Who&s;e rank infection choaks each neighb'ring room,</L>
<L>And &s;trives to damp my &s;oul's a&s;piring tapor.</L>
<L>O make my heart-&s;trings, Lord, thy cords of love;</L>
<L>So mine according to thy heart &s;hall prove.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>1 Pet. 4.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="18">18. If the righteous &s;carcely be &s;aved, where &s;hall the ungodly and the &s;inner appear?</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>IS then with fraud</L>
<L>The way to heaven &s;traw'd?</L>
<L>And is it granted that our race</L>
<L>Is &s;cattered with <HI>caltraps</HI> ev'ry pace?</L>
<PB N="100" REF="56">
<L>Which if but trod on, pierce us to the ankles;</L>
<L>And more, no wound they give, but rankles:</L>
<L>So that it &s;eems a venter</L>
<L>At all to enter.</L>
<L>The way to heav'n's not dam'd with trifling burs,</L>
<L>But block'd and barricado'd with demurs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>The world's no le&s;s</L>
<L>Than a va&s;t wilderne&s;s;</L>
<L>Whence if heav'ns guides lead us not home,</L>
<L>Officious hell will &s;eem to lend us &s;ome:</L>
<L>His fiery pillar of fal&s;e joy he grants,</L>
<L>His cloudy one of Ignorance.</L>
<L>But to the&s;e who confides</L>
<L>To be his guides,</L>
<L>Is &s;traightway &s;wallow'd in &s;ome dang'rous gulf,</L>
<L>Or prey'd by &s;in, as by &s;ome bear or wolf.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Who look well in 't,</L>
<L>The world's a <HI>Labyrinth;</HI></L>
<L>At each who&s;e Maze who ever touch'd,</L>
<L>But found that damned <HI>Minotaur</HI> lay couch'd;</L>
<L>Who takes each yeelding for a firm contract,</L>
<L>And proudly will each grace exact,</L>
<L>Till he have all deflowr'd,</L>
<L>And all devour'd.</L>
<L>Let not thy <HI>The&s;eus</HI> Lord, be too remi&s;s:</L>
<L>My &s;oul, my <HI>Ariadne,</HI> &s;hall be his.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="101" REF="56">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Is then each path</L>
<L>All thus &s;catter'd with wrath?</L>
<L>We hop'd, among&s;t the <HI>Jewi&s;h</HI> &s;corns,</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t</HI> from the&s;e ways had fetch'd his crown of thorns;</L>
<L>And from the&s;e Turn-pikes and the&s;e armed Rails,</L>
<L>Had daign'd to take his Cro&s;s and Nails;</L>
<L>And hence had fetch'd that dart</L>
<L>Which pierc'd his heart;</L>
<L>And triumph'd had in conque&s;t of the&s;e &s;poils,</L>
<L>And purg'd his high-way of the&s;e &s;nares and toils.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>W' are not with&s;tood</HI></L>
<L><HI>By ea&s;ie fle&s;h and blood;</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Satan</HI> with our weakne&s;s wre&s;tles,</L>
<L><HI>The Prince of th' air</HI> which in our Region ne&s;tles:</L>
<L>Nay we with the&s;e, like <HI>Gibellines and Guelves,</HI></L>
<L>Do &s;ide and fight again&s;t our &s;elves;</L>
<L>Fraud's Convoy, and Deceit</L>
<L>Th' Inne where we bait.</L>
<L>Though Chri&s;t have bought us heaven, without doubt</L>
<L>We both mu&s;t &s;ue for it, and fight it out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>No <HI>Saint</HI> nor <HI>Martyr</HI></L>
<L>Can boa&s;t of other Charter;</L>
<L>All at this Cro&s;s have Inn'd, as well</L>
<L>As <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> that went that way to heav'n by hell.</L>
<L><HI>Vertue's a narrow mean betwixt two Vices;</HI></L>
<L>On each hand are deep precipices:</L>
<PB N="102" REF="57">
<L>Let's take (if guide we lack)</L>
<L>That bloody track</L>
<L>Which i&s;&s;u'd from that <HI>ble&s;&s;ed Roe</HI>'s five wounds,</L>
<L>When pierc'd and pur&s;u'd by the Jewi&s;h hounds.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>It can't be wav'd,</L>
<L><HI>The righteous &s;carce are &s;av'd:</HI></L>
<L>Shall not the wicked then be &s;wallow'd</L>
<L>Up in the mire wherein they thus have wallow'd?</L>
<L>If trouble ever do attend on grace,</L>
<L>Shall peace wait on a wicked ca&s;e?</L>
<L>If &s;carce be &s;av'd the ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Shall pride and lu&s;t?</L>
<L>If thus the ca&s;e &s;tood with that <HI>verdant tree,</HI></L>
<L>How &s;hall the &s;tubble and the chaff go free?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>In &s;ack and down</L>
<L>All thoughts of hell they drown:</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o th' Hart ends the controver&s;ie,</L>
<L>When he, pur&s;u'd, flies to the Hunter 's mercy.</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;o the Sparrow, by the Falcon chas'd,</L>
<L>Did to the <HI>Stoick</HI>'s bo&s;ome ha&s;te.</L>
<L>Each path with plea&s;ure's pav'd,</L>
<L>With beauty grav'd,</L>
<L>Until that footing fails them ere they think;</L>
<L><HI>Oh then how quickly into hell they &s;ink!</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="103" REF="57">
<HEAD>Grief for not grieving.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 126.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="6">6 They that &s;ow in tears, &s;hall reap in joy.</P>
<P N="7">7 He that now goeth on his way weeping, and beareth forth good &s;eed, &s;hall doubtle&s;s come a|gain with joy, and bring his &s;heaves with him.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>IF ever any thing be heard or &s;een</L>
<L>That might provoke or rai&s;e my jocund &s;pleen;</L>
<L>How could I wi&s;h my lungs were made of buff,</L>
<L>For cla&s;ps to hold me till I've laugh'd enough?</L>
<L>But godly grief cannot one tear extort;</L>
<L>As if my &s;en&s;es all were made for &s;port.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Have I &s;u&s;tain'd a trivial lo&s;s? how apt</L>
<L>My active &s;en&s;es are for to be rapt</L>
<L>To th' highe&s;t &s;train of pa&s;&s;ion? I can glo&s;s,</L>
<L>Heav'n never could impo&s;e a greater cro&s;s.</L>
<L>My floodgate-&s;en&s;e can &s;tand wide ope at tho&s;e;</L>
<L>But godly grief's again&s;t the &s;tream; they clo&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="104" REF="58">
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>If that I hear Death's univer&s;al doom</L>
<L>Hath on my friend to execution come;</L>
<L>Methinks then had I at his funeral</L>
<L>All <HI>Argus</HI> eyes, I could &s;upply them all:</L>
<L>But when one tells me what a <HI>Lethargie</HI></L>
<L>Hath &s;eiz'd my &s;oul, I can nor moan nor cry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>If little bigger then an <HI>atome</HI> fall</L>
<L>Into my eye, it &s;marts, though ne'er &s;o &s;mall:</L>
<L>But what's an <HI>atome</HI> to a <HI>mountain?</HI> &s;uch</L>
<L>Like &s;ins I bear, yet &s;tart not half &s;o much.</L>
<L>Why have I not within, through con&s;cience,</L>
<L>A &s;en&s;e of pain, as outward pain of &s;en&s;e?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>If that the clouds &s;ome foggie mi&s;ts have &s;uck'd,</L>
<L>They'll &s;how'r them back; what can their cour&s;e ob|&s;truct?</L>
<L>The Moon by tides doth purg the frothy main;</L>
<L>The poi&s;on'd Spring doth clear it &s;elf again:</L>
<L>Yet I'm &s;in-tainted, and what motions urge me</L>
<L>Unto repentance, that &s;hould clear and purge me?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Were I to live the old <HI>Methus'lem</HI> 's yeers</L>
<L>A living Conduit of ince&s;&s;ant tears,</L>
<L>I could not vie a tear for ev'ry &s;in;</L>
<L>So vain and fooli&s;h all my youth hath bin.</L>
<L>Yet th'earth to bear our villanies may groan;</L>
<L>But I am dead and &s;en&s;le&s;s of mine own.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="105" REF="58">
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>My Con&s;cience, Lord, though I it light e&s;teem,</L>
<L>Doth with a &s;ecret i&s;&s;ue clo&s;ely teem:</L>
<L>Oh let her pregnant womb be now di&s;clo&s;ed,</L>
<L>Till that di&s;ea&s;e or age have incompo&s;ed</L>
<L>My &s;en&s;e. I now &s;hould court it as my friend,</L>
<L>Which then, perhaps, may prove my foe i'th'end.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Lord, wound me, or I die:</HI> for I, although</L>
<L>My ca&s;e be deadly, am not &s;ick enough:</L>
<L>O let me know I'm taken in Death's jaw,</L>
<L>Till I am quite dige&s;ted in her maw.</L>
<L>For if any Con&s;cience, like a <HI>Lethargie,</HI></L>
<L>Stir not till th' hour of death, I &s;adly die.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Ephe&s;. 4.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="30">30 Grieve not the holy Spirit of God, where|by ye are &s;ealed unto the day of redemption.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>GRieve not the <HI>Spirit!</HI> can it be believ'd</L>
<L>The <HI>Spirit</HI> can be griev'd?</L>
<L>Thought we God, void of pa&s;&s;ion, could be vext.</L>
<L>Except we &s;aw this text?</L>
<PB N="106" REF="59">
<L>When Chri&s;t indeed was heres in fle&s;h confin'd,</L>
<L>He wept and griev'd we finde;</L>
<L>But thought we that a <HI>Dove</HI> which hath no gall</L>
<L>Could once be griev'd, at all?</L>
<L>Oh I &s;hould groan 't, not mea&s;ur 't in an Ode;</L>
<L><HI>Sin grieves the holy Spirit of my God.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Who would re&s;i&s;t that &s;acred <HI>Dove</HI> that pecks</L>
<L>The con&s;cience with checks?</L>
<L>Who would re&s;i&s;t that <HI>Dove</HI> that <HI>helps to grone</HI></L>
<L><HI>In an accepted tone?</HI></L>
<L>Who would re&s;i&s;t that <HI>Dove</HI> who&s;e harmle&s;s beak</L>
<L>In&s;tructs us how to &s;peak?</L>
<L>Who would re&s;i&s;t that <HI>Dove</HI> who&s;e in'cent feet</L>
<L>Shew to walk as is meet?</L>
<L><HI>Let not this Dove back to the Ark, and grieve</HI></L>
<L>That we on earth will none of him receive.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Here let him bring his Olive-leaf and re&s;t,</L>
<L>And ne&s;tle in our bre&s;t.</L>
<L>O! never let us at <HI>his</HI> gracious billing</L>
<L>Once &s;hew our &s;elves unwilling,</L>
<L>Until we new <HI>begotten are, and breed</HI></L>
<L><HI>Through his eternal &s;eed.</HI></L>
<L>O! let us never hence re&s;i&s;t this <HI>Dove,</HI></L>
<L>This ble&s;&s;ed Bird of love.</L>
<L>This <HI>Dove</HI> at <HI>Mahomets</HI> ear never bill'd,</L>
<L>Though &s;o he faign the <HI>Alcharon</HI> in&s;till'd.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="107" REF="59">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Think we, becau&s;e &s;ome &s;ay, <HI>Doves</HI> have no gall,</L>
<L>God's vengeance feign'd at all,</L>
<L>That we thus with his <HI>Spirit</HI> dare to dally,</L>
<L>As with our Friend or <HI>Ally?</HI></L>
<L>Such wanton cruelty to <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> we dealt</L>
<L>When he among us dwelt;</L>
<L>Such entertainment he whiles here receiv'd,</L>
<L>When he among us griev'd:</L>
<L>VVe could him to no other Inne bequeath,</L>
<L>But to his Grave; and to no Hoa&s;t, but Death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>But let not &s;in u&s;urp us; but the <HI>Spirit,</HI></L>
<L>His right in us inherit:</L>
<L>And &s;ince <HI>he</HI> made the heart, let none abridge</L>
<L><HI>Him</HI> of that priviledge.</L>
<L>O let not &s;in be Porter &s;till, which mocks</L>
<L>His &s;weet, his Patient knocks.</L>
<L>Delay, <HI>like that fal&s;e Brother, cries, I go,</HI></L>
<L>But means no le&s;s then &s;o.</L>
<L>VVho but a begger for a &s;lender pittance,</L>
<L>VVould with &s;uch patience dance for an admittance?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>O let us open, le&s;t his wrath break through!</L>
<L>VVe are not thunder-proof:</L>
<L>O let us open to his calls! &s;uch knocks</L>
<L>Ev'n might awake deaf rocks:</L>
<L>VVho might (enamour'd on his gracious gifts)</L>
<L>Divide their flinty clifts,</L>
<PB N="108" REF="60">
<L>Le&s;t he appear next in a Vulture 's &s;hape,</L>
<L>T' act on our &s;ouls a rape:</L>
<L>Le&s;t with <HI>his</HI> lightning <HI>he</HI> our bodies harrow,</L>
<L>Incinerate our bones, and drink our marrow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, I am dull; O let thy <HI>Spirit</HI> pierce</L>
<L>Way for a quick commerce.</L>
<L>'Tis whole&s;ome <HI>Phy&s;ick,</HI> Lord, to be &s;oul-&s;ick;</L>
<L>Health, to be pierc'd at quick.</L>
<L>When ere thou com'&s;t, I'm either gone from home,</L>
<L>Or thou before I come:</L>
<L>Next, if deny'd, break th' hou&s;e, 't is thine, and I</L>
<L>Allow the <HI>Burglary;</HI></L>
<L>And let thy <HI>holy winde,</HI> with quick inque&s;t,</L>
<L>Enter, and rai&s;e his Earthquakes in my bre&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Then purge thy Temple; let my fle&s;h ev'n long:</L>
<L>O give each pore a tongue,</L>
<L>To cry, <HI>Come ble&s;&s;ed Spirit:</HI> let each mouth</L>
<L>Breathe, <HI>Ri&s;e, O North, come South;</HI></L>
<L>Breathe on thy Spices, breathe, le&s;t that thy garden,</L>
<L>Not blow'd, or dew'd on, harden,</L>
<L>Like to that <HI>quondam-Nur&s;ery</HI> of thine,</L>
<L>Once-fruitful <HI>Pale&s;tine.</HI></L>
<L>Thus by thy grace refre&s;h'd, in thy good time,</L>
<L>It flouri&s;h may, like <HI>Eden</HI> in its prime.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="109" REF="60">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>P&s;al. 63.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="4">4 For thy loving kindne&s;s is better then life it &s;elf.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L><HI>BEtter then life it &s;elf!</HI> what's life? what blindne&s;s</L>
<L>Prefers his life before thy loving kindne&s;s?</L>
<L>Were life po&s;&s;e&s;t of all that feigned bli&s;s</L>
<L>The <HI>Alchoran</HI> can promi&s;e after <HI>this;</HI></L>
<L>Yet what were all the&s;e joys? what gu&s;t or &s;avor</L>
<L>Had all the&s;e plea&s;ures yet, without thy favor?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Could man re-purcha&s;e, by &s;ome unknown price,</L>
<L>His ancient Mannor, real <HI>Paradice:</HI></L>
<L>Should he be re-&s;aluted, The &s;ole Lord,</L>
<L>And <HI>&s;ei&s;in</HI> giv'n him by that <HI>flaming &s;word:</HI></L>
<L>Could Man have all the&s;e joys, what were 't to be</L>
<L>At peace with Creatures, and at war with Thee?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Should man be with that <HI>cho&s;en ve&s;&s;el</HI> rapt</L>
<L>Up into heav'n, and there in glories wrapt:</L>
<L>Should he with &s;uch a holy violence</L>
<L>As was <HI>Elijah</HI> once, be wafted hence:</L>
<L>Could man have the&s;e, without thy love what were it</L>
<L>To what <HI>Elijah</HI> and ble&s;t <HI>Paul</HI> inherit?</L>
</LG>
<PB N="110" REF="61">
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>If the wings of our time of life did flag</L>
<L>Nothing below the age of crow or &s;tag;</L>
<L>If in man's body fitly did conden&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>An equal temper of the elements:</HI></L>
<L>Yet what were life, without <HI>thine</HI> from above?</L>
<L>Or breath, without the <HI>breathings</HI> of thy love?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Life</HI> is a <HI>noble thing,</HI> by God 't was breath'd;</L>
<L>A jewel to man's carkanet bequeath'd,</L>
<L>To cheri&s;h 't by in&s;tinct is all our &s;trife,</L>
<L>All good 's included in the Name of <HI>Life</HI></L>
<L>Yet if thy gracious <HI>Spirit</HI> not revive,</L>
<L><HI>We but dead, and onely &s;eem to live.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L><HI>True, a live dog exceeds a lion dead;</HI></L>
<L>But a dead dog excells a life that 's led.</L>
<L>Without thy favour, without thy direction:</L>
<L><HI>Thy breath</HI> in us corrupts by &s;ins infection.</L>
<L>Without thy love, each creature's both our Foe,</L>
<L>And all enjoyments turn to bitter woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Except our money with thy &s;tamp be coyn'd,</L>
<L>Except our friend&s;hip with thy love be joyn'd,</L>
<L>Except thy <HI>marrow</HI> do our di&s;h imbelli&s;h,</L>
<L>Except our wine do &s;avour of thy reli&s;h;</L>
<L>Our money, friend&s;hip, all our wine and &s;ood,</L>
<L>Not currant is, not true, not &s;weet, not good.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="111" REF="61">
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Dear God! without thy love all creatures may</L>
<L>Match me; I live and am, and &s;o are they:</L>
<L>No difference, without thy quickning pre&s;ence,</L>
<L>There is 'twixt me, and unbelieving pea&s;ants.</L>
<L>If here thy love bear witne&s;s of thy choice,</L>
<L>I in thy loving kindne&s;s &s;hall rejoyce.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>2 Pet. 3.</HI></BIBL>
<P N="10">10. But the day of the Lord &s;hall come as a thief in the night, in the which the heavens &s;hall pa&s;s away, with great noi&s;e, and the elements &s;hall melt with fervent heat; the earth al&s;o, and the works that are therein, &s;hall be burnt up.</P>
<P N="11">11. Seeing then, that all the&s;e things &s;hall be di&s;&s;olved what manner of per&s;ons ought we to be in all holy conver&s;ation and godline&s;s?</P>
<P N="12">12. Looking for and ha&s;ting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens, being on fire &s;hall be di&s;&s;olved, and the elements &s;hall melt with fervent heat.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<PB N="112" REF="62">
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>Thus learn'd,</L>
<L>Let 's be fore-warn'd;</L>
<L>And thus a&s;toni&s;h'd,</L>
<L>In time let 's be admoni&s;h'd.</L>
<L>In vain our brains we pump,</L>
<L>To tell the terrours of that trump:</L>
<L>Cloud-rending thunders are but &s;oft,</L>
<L>Quiet as night, and &s;ilent as a thought;</L>
<L>Or as the noi&s;le&s;s <HI>mu&s;ick</HI> of the Spheres,</L>
<L>To this &s;ound that &s;hall deaf our ears.</L>
<L>No vapours bellowing from the ground</L>
<L>At all are like this &s;ound.</L>
<L>And if that Trump &s;hall make</L>
<L>The dead t' awake;</L>
<L>Where &s;hall it drive</L>
<L>Th' alive?</L>
<L>If &s;hall the &s;en&s;le&s;s graves and th' earth obey,</L>
<L>Shall we not quake and tremble wor&s;e then they?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>I wonder,</L>
<L>If that the Thunder</L>
<L>Makes bea&s;ts to flee</L>
<L>For &s;afety to &s;ome tree:</L>
<L>Let 's think then with what terrour</L>
<L>Shall that loud <HI>Trump</HI> wake &s;in and errour!</L>
<L>How do we tremble if we meet</L>
<L>The eager fla&s;hes of a lightning &s;heet?</L>
<PB N="113" REF="62">
<L>How do we wi&s;h to quench a burning City,</L>
<L>If po&s;&s;ible, with tears of pitie?</L>
<L>If with our fev'ri&s;h friend we fry</L>
<L>In hearty &s;ympathy;</L>
<L>How &s;hall we melt as fa&s;t</L>
<L>As th' heavens wa&s;t,</L>
<L>When I and you</L>
<L>Shall view</L>
<L>The heavens to di&s;&s;olve, the skies to &s;welter,</L>
<L>And &s;tars in melting elements to welter,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>We count,</L>
<L>At <HI>Sinai</HI> 's mount,</L>
<L>When God propounded</L>
<L>The Law, all were confounded:</L>
<L>God 's thunder-rhetorick</L>
<L>With lightning fla&s;h'd, made Nature &s;ick:</L>
<L><HI>Sinai</HI> like &s;ome <HI>Ve&s;uvius</HI> &s;eem'd;</L>
<L>Its trembling womb with con&s;tant earth-quakes teem'd,</L>
<L>As if the feigned <HI>Cyclops</HI> there were under,</L>
<L>And there did forge and frame their thunder:</L>
<L>His Law God with &s;uch terrour &s;pake,</L>
<L><HI>It made the ju&s;t to quake:</HI></L>
<L>How will he then impeach</L>
<L>His &s;tatutes breach!</L>
<L>And &s;in how &s;trict</L>
<L>Convict?</L>
<PB N="114" REF="63">
<L>Shall they not feel tho&s;e terrours of the Law.</L>
<L>Which they at <HI>Sinai</HI> onely heard and &s;aw?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>The torrid</L>
<L>Zone 's not &s;o horrid</L>
<L>As &s;ome do feign;</L>
<L>Nor is the dog-&s;tars reign:</L>
<L>Our wits foment more fuel</L>
<L>Then Nature gave; they 're not &s;o cruel:</L>
<L>But who hath &s;o his thoughts indulg'd,</L>
<L>To think the&s;e flames le&s;s then they are divulg'd,</L>
<L>May fear to be ca&s;t from this burning frame,</L>
<L>Into an everla&s;ting flame,</L>
<L>'Mong tho&s;e contemners of that Prophet</L>
<L>Who did denounce that <HI>Tophet,</HI></L>
<L>Whereon a forc'd belief,</L>
<L>Shame pain and grief,</L>
<L>Shall without end</L>
<L>Attend:</L>
<L>Where &s;ighs &s;hall &s;erve but to blow up the flame,</L>
<L>And tears the oil, which &s;hall foment the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>And thus</L>
<L>We now di&s;cu&s;s,</L>
<L>The world of old</L>
<L>By <HI>Noah</HI> was foretold;</L>
<L>And as they at his <HI>Ark,</HI></L>
<L>Some at our preparations bark:</L>
<L>The <HI>Athei&s;t</HI> 's ready to ask whether</L>
<PB N="115" REF="63">
<L>Our <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> and <HI>Mahomet</HI> will come together;</L>
<L>Since both have been expected long, t' inve&s;t</L>
<L>Theirs in a <HI>Paradi&s;e</HI> of re&s;t.</L>
<L>There 's none but both upbraids and pities</L>
<L>Wretch'd <HI>Sodom</HI> and her Cities:</L>
<L>Ev'n they were thus &s;urpris'd,</L>
<L>When unadvis'd</L>
<L>They reck'ned not</L>
<L>Ju&s;t <HI>Lot.</HI></L>
<L>And who knows <HI>Sodom</HI> 's fate, but counteth it</L>
<L>Th' world 's future in a le&s;&s;er volume writ?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>But ghe&s;s</L>
<L>To what di&s;tre&s;s</L>
<L>Was th' old world brought,</L>
<L>Beyond conceit or thought,</L>
<L>When void of Ark or Boat,</L>
<L>They &s;aw ju&s;t <HI>Noah's Ark</HI> afloat!</L>
<L>Ghe&s;s one upon a rock that &s;nores,</L>
<L>While the wild Sea hath drown'd all neighb'ring &s;hores.</L>
<L>Anon awaking, ca&s;ts his frighted eyes</L>
<L>Upon a &s;hip which &s;corns his cries;</L>
<L>Now looks each minute for &s;ome wave,</L>
<L>To waft him to his grave:</L>
<L>Such even was their fate,</L>
<L>When they too late.</L>
<L>Like <HI>Pharaoh</HI>'s ho&s;t,</L>
<L>Were lo&s;t.</L>
<PB N="116" REF="64">
<L>And now what &s;aving knowledge will di&s;&s;ever</L>
<L>From &s;erious thoughts, that drop&s;ie and this &s;ever?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Oh how</L>
<L>Methinks I now</L>
<L>See that day dawn,</L>
<L>Tombs &s;plit, and graves to yawn!</L>
<L>Methinks I hear no noi&s;e,</L>
<L>But &s;eems to accent forth <HI>that voice,</HI></L>
<L>Some have let loo&s;e the Torrid Zone;</L>
<L>The skie 's one fiery element alone;</L>
<L>Th' earths veins and minerals run in one &s;tream,</L>
<L>At th' heavens all-di&s;&s;olving beam:</L>
<L>All waters (as tho&s;e that did drench</L>
<L>Divine <HI>Elijah</HI> 's trench)</L>
<L>The fire doth &s;eem to &s;up,</L>
<L>And &s;wallow up.</L>
<L>What flames di&s;play</L>
<L>The day!</L>
<L>Now let nor <HI>Daedalus</HI> tru&s;t to his wing,</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Gyges</HI> walk invi&s;ibly in 's Ring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>This wee</L>
<L>May all fore&s;ee:</L>
<L>Hear we not <HI>rumours</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of war,</HI> revenge, and humours?</L>
<L>As if we would th' earth 's fall</L>
<PB N="117" REF="64">
<L>With flames of rage and lu&s;t fore&s;tal:</L>
<L>Some &s;tars are fallen, and long &s;ince,</L>
<L>That they were fla&s;hie Meteors convince.</L>
<L>The fixed &s;tars &s;eem Planets, and, God knows,</L>
<L>Meet in conjunction but t' oppo&s;e:</L>
<L>They who did pillars &s;eem, and props,</L>
<L>Prov'd <HI>Egypts</HI> reeds t' our hopes.</L>
<L>And if the&s;e are not &s;ignes</L>
<L>How th' world declines.</L>
<L>I to ju&s;t Zeal</L>
<L>Appeal.</L>
<L><HI>Our Go&s;pels &s;un in darkne&s;s hath been urn'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And into blood the Moon our Church been turn'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L><HI>What men</HI></L>
<L><HI>Should we be then?</HI></L>
<L>How faithful we</L>
<L>In mea&s;ure and degree:</L>
<L>How watchful, wi&s;e, and wary,</L>
<L><HI>He that comes, will come, and not tarry.</HI></L>
<L>How ought we now to heav'n exhale</L>
<L>Our timely &s;ighs in a repentant gale?</L>
<L>How ought we now, again&s;t this day of fears,</L>
<L><HI>Gods bottle</HI> fill with mourning tears?</L>
<L>That in this day, when air nor pool</L>
<L>Shall not refre&s;h nor cool;</L>
<L>When waters &s;hall not drench,</L>
<PB N="118" REF="65">
<L>And much le&s;s quench,</L>
<L>Nor ought refre&s;h</L>
<L>Our fle&s;h:</L>
<L>We may be cheared by that <HI>North and South,</HI></L>
<L>Which &s;hall refre&s;h our &s;corchings, cool our drouth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>Dread God,</L>
<L>This <HI>Period</HI></L>
<L>Cannot be far;</L>
<L>Though thou wilt &s;end no &s;tar</L>
<L>Before thee now, as when</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t at fir&s;t to tho&s;e <HI>Wi&s;e-men:</HI></L>
<L>Yet Wi&s;e-men now, with eyes as &s;teady,</L>
<L>View in the ea&s;t thy &s;tar there fix'd already.</L>
<L>O &s;end thy <HI>Spirit,</HI> by a privie Se&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>T' arraign and &s;entence each tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion:</L>
<L>Let 's now condemn our &s;elves, that we</L>
<L>May then b' ab&s;olv'd by thee.</L>
<L>O let 's now for each fault</L>
<L>Our hearts a&s;&s;ault;</L>
<L>Our &s;elves contemn,</L>
<L>Condemn:</L>
<L>Then &s;hall that flame our joyful <HI>Bonefire</HI> be,</L>
<L>And that <HI>Trump</HI> &s;ound our happie <HI>Jubilee.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="119" REF="65">
<HEAD>On the death of that worthy ingenious GENTLEMAN, <HI>John Ay&s;hford</HI> E&s;q; Who departed this life, <HI>May</HI> 19. <GAP DESC="blank"> 54.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ANd art thou dead? nor can Religion rai&s;e</L>
<L>Thy body as immortal as thy prai&s;e?</L>
<L>Neither can quick'ning Vertue, as a &s;igne</L>
<L>Thou lov'd&s;t her, chu&s;e thy body for her &s;hrine?</L>
<L>My grief 's too dull; I 'd in a &s;erious plea</L>
<L>'Twixt Grief and Rea&s;on, melt into a Sea.</L>
<L>Come, in a weeping cloud let 's mix our tears,</L>
<L>Till they through his drop, as through <HI>Ri&s;pah's</HI> her&s;e;</L>
<L>And as <HI>Romes</HI> Emperour by a remote</L>
<L>Kinde of exce&s;s, made &s;hips in wine to float;</L>
<L>Let 's make our friends che&s;t &s;wim in pious Brine,</L>
<L>And riot more in tears, then he in wine.</L>
<L>Could after-ages know thee, with what fla&s;hes</L>
<L>Of love and prai&s;e would Wit adore thy a&s;hes!</L>
<L>How would they for thy &s;acred du&s;t explore,</L>
<L>As greedily as &s;ome for golden Ore!</L>
<L>How would they &s;eek thy bones, (as &s;ome of old</L>
<L>Did <HI>Scanderbeg</HI> 's) t' enamel them in gold!</L>
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<L>All in remembrance that the time was, when</L>
<L>Thou liv'd&s;t the Jewel and <HI>delight of men.</HI></L>
<L>Youth could not wi&s;h &s;ociety more &s;weet,</L>
<L>Nor graver age, more &s;olid and di&s;creet:</L>
<L>As fervent in Religion as any,</L>
<L>Yet knew to difference 'twixt Zeal and Zany.</L>
<L>A Gentleman, yet learned; rich, yet free,</L>
<L>Not out of lu&s;t, but liberality.</L>
<L>Poor Truth hath lo&s;t a &s;houlder of &s;upport,</L>
<L>And innocence an arm for to retort</L>
<L>Her injuries: the poor, the lame, the dim,</L>
<L>Have lo&s;t a hand, a foot, an eye in him.</L>
<L>What can I more? w' have lo&s;t, by this remove,</L>
<L>A head of coun&s;el, and a heart of love.</L>
<L>Reader, did&s;t know how worth? I need not borrow</L>
<L>Terms to per&s;wade thee, then, to rai&s;e thy &s;orrow:</L>
<L>But if thou knew'&s;t him not, or liv'd&s;t remote,</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure th' ha&s;t cau&s;e to weep thou knew'&s;t him not.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Sic flevit Daniel Cudmore.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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