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<P><HI>The Synagogue:</HI> OR THE SHADOW OF THE TEMPLE.</P>
<P>SACRED <HI>POEMS,</HI> AND PRIVATE EJACULATIONS.</P>
<P>In Imitation of Mr. <HI>George Herbert.</HI></P>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Plin. Sec. lib. 1. Ep. 5.</HI></BIBL>
<P>Stulti&s;&s;imum credo ad imitandum non optima quaeque proponere.</P></Q>
<Q><L>I do e&s;teem't a folly not the lea&s;t</L>
<L>To imitate examples not the be&s;t.</L></Q>
<P><HI>The Seventh Edition, Corrected and Enlarged</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>S. Roycro&s;t,</HI> for <HI>R. S.</HI> and are to be Sol<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"> by <HI>John Williams</HI> Junior, at the <HI>Crown</HI> in S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard, 1679.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB N="2" REF="3">
<HEAD>To the Author.</HEAD>
<L>HE that doth imitate mu&s;t comprehend;</L>
<L><HI>Ver&s;e, Matter, Order, Title, Spirit, Wit;</HI></L>
<L>For the&s;e al&s;o our Church-Poet doth intend,</L>
<L>And he who hath his Imitation writ.</L>
<L>O glory of the time! be&s;t Engli&s;h &s;inger,</L>
<L>Happy both he the Hand and thou the Finger.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>R. Langford</HI> of <HI>Grayes-Inn,</HI> Coun&s;ellour of Law.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="3" REF="3">
<HEAD>Subterliminare.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DIC, cujus Templum? Chri&s;ti, Quis condidit? Ede.</L>
<L>Condidit <HI>Herbertus.</HI> Dic, quibus auxiliis?</L>
<L>Auxiliis multis: quibus, haud mihi dicere fas e&s;t.</L>
<L>Tanta e&s;t ex dictis lis oriunda meis.</L>
<L>Gratia, &s;i dicam, dedit omnia; protinus ob&s;tat</L>
<L>Ingenium, dicens, cuncta fui&s;&s;e &s;ua.</L>
<L>Ars negat, &amp; nihile&s;t non no&s;trum dicit in illo;</L>
<L>Nec facile e&s;t litem compo&s;ui&s;&s;e mihi.</L>
<L>Divide: Materiam det gratia, materiaeque</L>
<L>Ingenium cultus induat, ar&s;que modos.</L>
<L>Non: ne di&s;pliceat pariter res omnibus i&s;ta,</L>
<L>Nec &s;ortita velint jura vocare &s;ua.</L>
<L>Nempe pari &s;ibi jure petunt, cultu&s;que, modo&s;que,</L>
<L>Materiamque, ars, &amp; gratia, &amp; ingenium.</L>
<L>Ergo, velit &s;i quis dubitantem tollere elenchum,</L>
<L>Di Templo <HI>Herberti</HI> talia dicta dabit.</L>
<L>In Templo <HI>Herbertus</HI> condendo e&s;t gratia totus,</L>
<L>Ars pariter totus, totus &amp; ingenium.</L>
<L>Cedite Romanae, Graiiae quoque cedite Mu&s;ae;</L>
<L>Unum par cunctis Anglia jactat opus.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="translation">
<PB N="4" REF="4">
<HEAD>A &s;tepping &s;tone to the thre&s;hold of Mr. <HI>Herberts</HI> Church-Porch.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat Church is this? Chri&s;ts Church. Who buil|ded it?</L>
<L>Mr. <HI>George Herbert.</HI> Who a&s;&s;i&s;ted it?</L>
<L>Many a&s;&s;i&s;ted: who I may not &s;ay,</L>
<L>So much contention might ari&s;e that way.</L>
<L>If I &s;ay Grace gave all; Wit &s;traight doth thwart,</L>
<L>And &s;ays, All that is there is mine: but Art</L>
<L>Denies, and &s;ays, There's nothing there but's mine:</L>
<L>Nor can I ea&s;ily the right define.</L>
<L>Divide: &s;ay, Grace the matter gave, and Wit</L>
<L>Did poli&s;h it: Art mea&s;ur'd, and made fit</L>
<L>Each &s;ev'ral piece, and fram'd it altogether.</L>
<L>Nay, by no means: this may not plea&s;e them neither.</L>
<L>None's well contented with a part alone,</L>
<L>When each doth challenge all to be his own.</L>
<L>The matter, the expre&s;&s;ions, and the mea&s;ures,</L>
<L>Are equally Arts, Wits, and graces trea&s;ures.</L>
<L>Then he, that would impartially di&s;cu&s;s</L>
<L>This doubtful que&s;tion, mu&s;t an&s;wer thus:</L>
<L>In building of his Temple, Ma&s;ter <HI>Herbert</HI></L>
<L>Is equally all Grace, all Wit, all Art.</L>
<L><HI>Roman</HI> and <HI>Grecian</HI> Mu&s;es all give way:</L>
<L>One <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Poem darkens all your day.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB N="5" REF="4">
<HEAD>The Dedication.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LOrd, my fir&s;t fruits &s;hould have been &s;ent to thee;</L>
<L>For thou the tree,</L>
<L>That bare them, only lente&s;t unto me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But while I had the u&s;e, the fruit was mine:</L>
<L>Not &s;o divine,</L>
<L>As that I dare pre&s;ume to call it thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Before 'twas ripe it fell unto the ground:</L>
<L>And &s;ince I found</L>
<L>It brui&s;ed in the dirt, nor clean, nor &s;ound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some I have pick'd, and wip'd, and bring thee now,</L>
<L>Lord, thou know'&s;t how:</L>
<L>Gladly I would, but dare not it avow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such as it is, 'tis here. Pardon the be&s;t,</L>
<L>Accept the re&s;t.</L>
<L>Thy pardon and acceptance maketh ble&s;t.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<HEAD>The Church-yard.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou that intende&s;t to the Church to day,</L>
<L>Come take a turn or two, he fore thou go'&s;t,</L>
<L>In the Church-yard; the walk is in the way.</L>
<L>Who takes be&s;t heed in going, ha&s;teth mo&s;t:</L>
<L>But he that unprepared ra&s;hly ventures,</L>
<L>Ha&s;tens perhaps to &s;eal his deaths indentures.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Church-&s;tile.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEe&s;t thou that &s;tile? Ob&s;erve then how it ri&s;es,</L>
<L>Step after &s;tep, and equally de&s;cends:</L>
<L>Such is the way to win cele&s;tial prizes:</L>
<L>Humility the cour&s;e begins and ends.</L>
<L>Would&s;t thou in grace to high perfections grow?</L>
<L>Shoot thy roots deep, ground thy foundations low.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Humble thy &s;elf, and god will lift thee up:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that exalt them&s;elves he ca&s;teth down:</L>
<L>The hungry he invites with him to &s;up,</L>
<L>And clothes the naked with his robe and crown.</L>
<L>Think not thou ha&s;t, what thou from him would&s;t have:</L>
<L>His labour's lo&s;t if thou thy &s;elf can'&s;t &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pride is the prodigality of grace,</L>
<L>Which ca&s;teth all away by griping all:</L>
<L>Humility is thrift, both keeps his place,</L>
<L>And gains by giving, ri&s;eth by its fall.</L>
<L>To get by giving, and to lo&s;e by keeping,</L>
<L>Is to be &s;ad in mirth, and glad in weeping.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="7" REF="5">
<HEAD>The Church-gate.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NExt to the &s;tile, &s;ee where the gate doth &s;tand,</L>
<L>Which turning upon hooks and hinges may</L>
<L>Eas'ly be &s;hut, or open'd with an hand.</L>
<L>Yet con&s;tant to its centre &s;till doth &s;tay,</L>
<L>And fetching a wide compa&s;s round about,</L>
<L>Keeps the &s;ame cour&s;e, and di&s;tance, never out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such mu&s;t the cour&s;e be that to Heaven tends,</L>
<L>He that the gates of righteou&s;ne&s;s would enter,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;till continue con&s;tant to his ends,</L>
<L>And fix him&s;elf in God, as in his centre.</L>
<L>Cleave clo&s;e to him by faith, then move which way</L>
<L>Di&s;cretion leads thee, and thou &s;halt not &s;tray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We never wander, till we loo&s;e our hold</L>
<L>Of him that is our way, our light, our guide:</L>
<L>But, when we grow of our own &s;trength too bold,</L>
<L>Unhook'd from him, we quickly turn a&s;ide.</L>
<L>He holds us up, whil&s;t in him we are found:</L>
<L>If once we fall from him, we go to ground.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Church-walls.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw view the walls, the Church is compa&s;s'd round,</L>
<L>as much for &s;afety, as for ornament:</L>
<L>'Tis an inclo&s;ure, and no common ground;</L>
<L>'Tis Gods free-hold, and but our tenement.</L>
<L>Tenants at will, and yet in tail, we be:</L>
<L>Our children have the &s;ame right to't as we.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Remember there mu&s;t be no gaps left ope,</L>
<L>Where god hath fene'd, for fear of fal&s;e illu&s;ions.</L>
<PB N="8" REF="6">
<L>God will have all, or none: Allows no &s;cope</L>
<L>For &s;ins inchroachments, or mens own intru&s;ions.</L>
<L>Clo&s;e binding locks his Laws together fa&s;t:</L>
<L>He that plucks out the fir&s;t, pulls down the la&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Either re&s;olve for all, or el&s;e for none:</L>
<L>Obedience univer&s;al he doth claim.</L>
<L>Either be wholly his, or all thine own:</L>
<L>At what thou can'&s;t not reach, at lea&s;t take aim:</L>
<L>He that of purpo&s;e looks be&s;ide the mark,</L>
<L>Might as well hood-wink'd &s;hoot, or in the dark.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Church.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LA&s;tly, con&s;ider where the Church doth &s;tand,</L>
<L>As near unto the middle as may be;</L>
<L>God in his &s;ervice chiefly doth command</L>
<L>Above all other things &s;incerity.</L>
<L>Lines drawn from &s;ide to &s;ide within a round,</L>
<L>Not meeting in the centre, &s;hort are found.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Religion mu&s;t not &s;ide with any thing,</L>
<L>That &s;werves from God, or el&s;e withdraws from him;</L>
<L>He that a welcome &s;acrifice would bring,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t fetch it from the bottom, not the brim.</L>
<L>A &s;acred Temple of the Holy Gho&s;t</L>
<L>Each part of man mu&s;t be, but his heart mo&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hypocri&s;ie in Church is Alchimy,</L>
<L>That ca&s;ts a golden tincture upon bra&s;s:</L>
<L>There is no e&s;tence in it: 'tis a lye,</L>
<L>Though fairly &s;tamp't for truth it often pa&s;s:</L>
<L>Only the &s;pirits <HI>aqua regia</HI> doth</L>
<L>Di&s;cover it to be but painted froth.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<HEAD>The Church-Porch.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw, e're thou pa&s;&s;e&s;t further, &s;it thee down</L>
<L>In the Church porch, and think what thou ha&s;t &s;een;</L>
<L>Let due con&s;ideration either crown,</L>
<L>Or cru&s;h, thy former purpo&s;es. Between</L>
<L>Ra&s;h undertakings, and firm re&s;olutions,</L>
<L>Depends the &s;trength, or weakne&s;s, of conclu&s;ions.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Trace thy &s;teps backward in thy memory:</L>
<L>And fir&s;t re&s;olve of what thou hearde&s;t la&s;t,</L>
<L>Sincerity; it blots the hi&s;tory</L>
<L>Of all religious actions and doth bla&s;t</L>
<L>The comfort of them, when in them God &s;ees</L>
<L>Nothing but out-&s;ides of formalities.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In earne&s;t be religious, trifle not;</L>
<L>And rather for Gods &s;ake, than for thine own:</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t rob'd him, unle&s;s that he have got,</L>
<L>By giving, if his glory be not grown</L>
<L>Together with thy good: who &s;eeketh more</L>
<L>Him&s;elf than God, would make his roof his floor.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next to &s;incerity, remember &s;till,</L>
<L>Thou mu&s;t re&s;olve upon Integrity.</L>
<L>God will have all thou ha&s;t, thy wind, thy will,</L>
<L>Thy thoughts, thy words thy works. A nullity</L>
<L>It proves, when God, that &s;hould have all, doth find,</L>
<L>That there is any one thing left behind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And having giv'n him all, thou mu&s;t receive</L>
<L>All that he gives. Mete his Commandement:</L>
<L>Re&s;olve that thine obedience mu&s;t not leave,</L>
<L>Untill it reach unto the &s;ame extent.</L>
<PB N="10" REF="7">
<L>For all his precepts are of equal &s;trength,</L>
<L>And mea&s;ure thy performance to the length:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then call to mind that con&s;tancy mu&s;t knit</L>
<L>Thine undertaking, and thine actions fa&s;t:</L>
<L>He that &s;ets forth tow'rds Heaven, and doth &s;it</L>
<L>Down by the way, will be found &s;hort at la&s;t.</L>
<L>Be con&s;tant to the end, and thou &s;halt have</L>
<L>An heavenly garland, though an earthly grave</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But he that would be con&s;tant, mu&s;t not take</L>
<L>Religion up by fits and &s;tarts alone;</L>
<L>But his continual practice mu&s;t it make:</L>
<L>His cour&s;e mu&s;t be from end to end but one.</L>
<L>Bones often broken, and knit up again,</L>
<L>Lo&s;e of their length, though in their &s;trength they gain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>La&s;tly, remember that Humility</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;olidate, and keep all clo&s;e together.</L>
<L>What pride puffs up with vain futility,</L>
<L>Lyes open, and expos'd to all ill weather.</L>
<L>An empty bubble may fair colour carry;</L>
<L>But blow upon it, and it will not tarry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Prize not thine own too high, nor under-rate</L>
<L>Anothers worth; but deal indifferently:</L>
<L>View the defects of thy &s;piritual &s;tate,</L>
<L>And others graces, with impartial eye.</L>
<L>The more thou deeme&s;t of thy &s;elf, the le&s;s</L>
<L>E&s;teem of thee will all men el&s;e expre&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Contract thy le&s;&s;on now, and this is ju&s;t</L>
<L>The &s;um of all. Hee that de&s;ires to &s;ee</L>
<L>The &s;ace of God, in his Religion mu&s;t</L>
<L>Sincere, entire, con&s;tant, and humble be.</L>
<L>If thus re&s;olved, fear not to proceed:</L>
<L>El&s;e the more ha&s;te thou mak'&s;t, the wor&s;e thou'lt &s;peed.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="11" REF="7">
<HEAD>Church-Uten&s;ils.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEtwixt two dang'rous rocks, Phophanene&s;s on</L>
<L>Th' one &s;ide, on the other &s;uper&s;tition,</L>
<L>How &s;hall I &s;ail &s;ecure?</L>
<L>Lord be my &s;teer&s;-man, hold my helm,</L>
<L>And then though winds with waves o'rewhelm</L>
<L>My &s;ails, I will endure</L>
<L>It patiently. The bottom of the Sea</L>
<L>Is &s;afe enough, if thou direct the way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'le tug my tacklings then, I'le ply mine oars,</L>
<L>And cry, a fig for fear. He that adores</L>
<L>The giddy multitude</L>
<L>So much, as to de&s;pi&s;e my rhymes;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they tune not to the times;</L>
<L>I wi&s;h may not intrude</L>
<L>His pre&s;ence here. But they (and that's enough)</L>
<L>Who love Gods hou&s;e, will like his hou&s;hold-&s;tuff.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Font.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Font, I &s;ay. Why not? And why not near</L>
<L>To the Church door? Why not of &s;tone?</L>
<L>Is not that ble&s;&s;ed fountain open'd here,</L>
<L>From whence that water flows alone,</L>
<L>Which from &s;in and uncleanne&s;s wa&s;heth clear?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And may not beggars well contented be</L>
<L>Their fir&s;t alms at the door to take?</L>
<L>Though, when acquainted better they may &s;ee</L>
<L>Others within that bolder make.</L>
<L>Low places will &s;erve gue&s;ts of low degree.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="12" REF="8">
<LG>
<L>What? Is he not the rock, out of who&s;e &s;ide</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;treams of water-blood run forth?</L>
<L>Th' elect and precious corner-&s;tone well try'd?</L>
<L>Though the odds be great between their worth,</L>
<L>Rock-water and &s;tone ve&s;&s;els are ally'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But call it what, and place it where you will:</L>
<L>Let it be made indifferently</L>
<L>Of any form, or matter; yet, until</L>
<L>The ble&s;&s;ed &s;acrament thereby</L>
<L>Impaired be, my hopes you &s;hall not kill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To want a complement of comline&s;s</L>
<L>Some of my comfort may abate,</L>
<L>And for the pre&s;ent make my joy go le&s;s:</L>
<L>Yet I will hug mine homely &s;tate,</L>
<L>And poverty with patience richly dre&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Regeneration is all in all,</L>
<L>Wa&s;hing, or &s;prinkling, but the &s;ign,</L>
<L>The &s;eal, and in&s;trument thereof; I call</L>
<L>The one, as well as th' other mine,</L>
<L>And my po&s;terity's as foederal.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If temporal e&s;tates may be convey'd,</L>
<L>By covenants on condition,</L>
<L>To men, and to their heirs; be not afraid,</L>
<L>My &s;oul, to re&s;t upon</L>
<L>The covenant of Grace by mercy made.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Do but thy duty, and rely upon't,</L>
<L>Repentance, faith, obedience,</L>
<L>When ever practis'd, truly will amount</L>
<L>To an authentick evidence,</L>
<L>Though th' deed were antidated at the Font.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="13" REF="8">
<HEAD>The reading Pue.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre my new enter'd &s;oul doth fir&s;t break fa&s;t,</L>
<L>Here &s;ea&s;oneth her infant ta&s;t,</L>
<L>And at her mother-nur&s;e the Churches dugs</L>
<L>With lab'ring lips and tongue &s;he tuggs</L>
<L>For that &s;incere milk, which alone doth feed</L>
<L>Babes new born of immortal &s;eed:</L>
<L>Who, that they may unto perfection grow,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be content to creep before they go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They, that would reading out of Church exclude,</L>
<L>Sure have a purpo&s;e to obtrude</L>
<L>Some dictates of their own, in&s;tead of Gods</L>
<L>Revealed will, his word. 'Tis odds,</L>
<L>They do not mean to pay men current coyn,</L>
<L>Who &s;eek the &s;tandard to purloyn,</L>
<L>And would reduce all tryals to their own,</L>
<L>Both touch-&s;tones, balances, and weights, alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What rea&s;onable man would not mi&s;doubt</L>
<L>Tho&s;e comments, that the text leave out?</L>
<L>And that their main intent is alteration,</L>
<L>Who doat &s;o much on variation,</L>
<L>That no &s;et form at all they can endure</L>
<L>To be pre&s;crib'd, or put in ure?</L>
<L>Rejecting bounds and limits is the way,</L>
<L>If not all wa&s;te, yet common all to lay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But why &s;hould he, that thinks him&s;elf well grown,</L>
<L>Be di&s;content that &s;uch a one,</L>
<L>As knows him&s;elf an infant yet, &s;hould be</L>
<L>Dandled upon his mothers knee,</L>
<L>And babe-like fed with milk, till he have got</L>
<L>More &s;trength and &s;tomach? Why &s;hould not</L>
<PB N="14" REF="9">
<L>Nur&s;lings in Church, as well as weanlings, find</L>
<L>Their food fit for them in their proper kind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let them that would build ca&s;tles in the air,</L>
<L>Vault thither, without &s;tep or &s;tair;</L>
<L>In&s;tead of feet to climb, take wings to flie,</L>
<L>And think their turrets top the skie.</L>
<L>But let me lay all my foundations deep,</L>
<L>And learn before I run, to creep.</L>
<L>Who digs through rocks to lay his ground-workslow,</L>
<L>May in good time build high, and &s;ure, though &s;low.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To tale degrees <HI>per &s;altum,</HI> though of quick</L>
<L>Di&s;patch, is but a truants trick.</L>
<L>Let us learn fir&s;t to know our letters well,</L>
<L>Then &s;yllables, then words to &s;pell;</L>
<L>Then to read plainly, e're we take the pen</L>
<L>In hand to write to other men.</L>
<L>I doubt their preaching is not always true,</L>
<L>Who&s;e way to th' Pulpit's not the reading Pue.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Book of Common-prayer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat Pray'r by th' Book? And Common? Yes. Why not?</L>
<L>The &s;pirit of grace,</L>
<L>And &s;upplication,</L>
<L>Is not left free alone</L>
<L>For time and place:</L>
<L>But manner too. To read, or &s;peak by rote,</L>
<L>Is all alike to him, that prays</L>
<L>With's heart, that with his mouth he &s;ays.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They that in private by them&s;elves alone</L>
<L>Do pray, may take</L>
<L>What liberty they plea&s;e,</L>
<L>In choo&s;ing of the ways,</L>
<PB N="15" REF="9">
<L>Wherein to make</L>
<L>Their &s;ouls mo&s;t intimate affections known</L>
<L>To him that &s;ees in &s;ecret, when</L>
<L>Th' are mo&s;t conceal'd from other men.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But, he that unto others leads the way</L>
<L>In publick pray'r,</L>
<L>Should choo&s;e to do it &s;o,</L>
<L>As all, that hear, may know</L>
<L>They need not fear</L>
<L>To turn their hearts unto his tongue, and &s;ay,</L>
<L>Amen; nor doubt they were betray'd</L>
<L>To bla&s;pheme, when they &s;hould have pray'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Devotion will add life unto the letter.</L>
<L>And why &s;hould not</L>
<L>That which Authority</L>
<L>Pre&s;cribes, e&s;teemed be</L>
<L>Advantage got?</L>
<L>If th' Pray'r be good the commoner, the better.</L>
<L>Pray'r in the Churches words, as well</L>
<L>As &s;en&s;e, of all pray'rs bears the bell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Bible</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Bible? That's the Book. The Book indeed,</L>
<L>The Book of Books:</L>
<L>On which who looks,</L>
<L>As he &s;hould do, aright, &s;hall never need</L>
<L>Wi&s;h for a better light</L>
<L>To guide him in the night:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or, when he hungry is, for better food</L>
<L>To feed upon,</L>
<L>Than this alone,</L>
<L>If he bring &s;tomach and dige&s;tion good:</L>
<PB N="16" REF="10">
<L>And if he be ami&s;s,</L>
<L>This the be&s;t phy&s;ick is.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The true Panchre&s;ton 'tis for ev'ry &s;ore,</L>
<L>And &s;ickne&s;s, which</L>
<L>The poor and rich,</L>
<L>With equal ea&s;e may come by. Yea, 'tis more,</L>
<L>An antidote, as well</L>
<L>As remedy 'gain&s;t Hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis Heaven in per&s;pective; and the bli&s;s</L>
<L>Of glory here,</L>
<L>If any where,</L>
<L>By Saints on Earth anticipated is,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t faith to ev'ry word</L>
<L>A being doth afford.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It is the looking-gla&s;s of &s;ouls, wherein</L>
<L>All men may &s;ee,</L>
<L>Whether they be</L>
<L>Still, as by nature th' are, deform'd with &s;in;</L>
<L>Or in a better ca&s;e,</L>
<L>As new adorn'd with grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis the great Magazine of &s;piritual arms,</L>
<L>Wherein doth lye</L>
<L>Th' artillery</L>
<L>Of Heaven, ready charg'd again&s;t all harms,</L>
<L>That might come by the blows</L>
<L>Of our infernal foes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gods Cabinet of reveal'd coun&s;el 'tis:</L>
<L>Where weal and woe</L>
<L>Are order'd &s;o,</L>
<L>That every man may know which &s;hall be his;</L>
<L>Unle&s;s his own mi&s;take</L>
<L>Fal&s;e application make</L>
</LG>
<PB N="17" REF="10">
<LG>
<L>It is the Index to Eternity.</L>
<L>He cannot mi&s;s</L>
<L>Of endle&s;s bli&s;s,</L>
<L>That takes this chart to &s;teer his voyage by.</L>
<L>Nor can he be mi&s;took,</L>
<L>That &s;peaketh by this book.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Book, to which no Book can be compar'd</L>
<L>For excellence;</L>
<L>Preeminence</L>
<L>Is proper to it, and cannot be &s;har'd.</L>
<L>Divinity alone</L>
<L>Belongs to it, or none.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It is the Book of God. What if I &s;hould</L>
<L>Say, Good of Books?</L>
<L>Let him that looks</L>
<L>Angry at that expre&s;&s;ion, as too bold,</L>
<L>His thoughts in &s;ilence &s;mother,</L>
<L>Till he find &s;uch another.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Pulpit.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TIs dinner time: and now I look</L>
<L>For a full meal. God &s;end me a good Cook:</L>
<L>This is the dre&s;&s;er-board, and here</L>
<L>I wait in expectation of good cheer.</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure the ma&s;ter of the hou&s;e</L>
<L>Enough to entertain his gue&s;ts allows:</L>
<L>And not enough of &s;ome one &s;ort alone,</L>
<L>But choice of what be&s;t fitteth ev'ry one.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>God grant me ta&s;te and &s;tomack good:</L>
<L>My feeding will diver&s;ifie my food;</L>
<L>'Tis a good appetite to eat,</L>
<L>And good dige&s;tion, that makes good meat.</L>
<PB N="18" REF="11">
<L>The be&s;t food in it &s;elf will be,</L>
<L>Not fed on well, poy&s;on, not food, to me.</L>
<L>Let him that &s;peaks look to his words; my ear</L>
<L>Mu&s;t careful be, both what and how I hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis <HI>Manna</HI> that I look for here,</L>
<L>The bread of Heaven, Angels food. I fear</L>
<L>No want of plenty, where I know</L>
<L>The loaves by eating more, and greater, grow:</L>
<L>Where nothing but forbearance makes</L>
<L>A famine: where he only wants, that takes</L>
<L>Not what he will: provided that he would</L>
<L>Take nothing to him&s;elf, but what he &s;hould.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here the &s;ame fountain poureth forth</L>
<L>Water, Wine, Milk, Oyl, Honey, and the worth</L>
<L>Of all tran&s;cendent, infinite</L>
<L>In excellence, and to each appetite</L>
<L>In fitne&s;s an&s;werable; &s;o,</L>
<L>That none needs hence un&s;atisfied go,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;tomach &s;erves him unto any thing,</L>
<L>That health, &s;trength, comfort, or content can bring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yea, dead men here invited are</L>
<L>Unto the bread of life, and whil&s;t they &s;pare</L>
<L>To come and take it, they mu&s;t blame</L>
<L>Them&s;elves, if they continue &s;till the &s;ame.</L>
<L>The body's fed by food, which it</L>
<L>A&s;&s;imilates, and to it &s;elf doth fit:</L>
<L>But, that the &s;oul may feed, it &s;elf mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Transformed to the world, with it agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To milk the &s;tronge&s;t men mu&s;t be</L>
<L>As new born babes, when ever they it &s;ee,</L>
<L>De&s;iring, not de&s;pi&s;ing it.</L>
<L>For &s;trong meat babes mu&s;t &s;tay, and &s;trive to fit</L>
<L>them&s;elves in time, until they can</L>
<PB N="19" REF="11">
<L>Get by degrees (which be&s;t be&s;eem a man)</L>
<L>Experience-exerci&s;ed &s;en&s;es, able</L>
<L>Good to di&s;cern from evil, truth from fable.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here I will wait then; till I &s;ee</L>
<L>The &s;teward reaching out a me&s;s for me,</L>
<L>Re&s;olve I'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">e take it thankfully,</L>
<L>Whate're it be, and feed on't heartily.</L>
<L>Although no <HI>Benjamins</HI> choi&s;e me&s;s,</L>
<L>Five times as much as others, but far le&s;s;</L>
<L>Yea, if't be but a basket full of crums,</L>
<L>I'le ble&s;s the hand, from which, by which, it comes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Like an invited gue&s;t, I will</L>
<L>Be bold, but mannerly with all, &s;it &s;till</L>
<L>And &s;ee what the ma&s;ter of the fea&s;t</L>
<L>Will carve unto mee, and account that be&s;t,</L>
<L>Which he doth choo&s;e for me, not I</L>
<L>My &s;elf de&s;ire: Yea, though I &s;hould e&s;py</L>
<L>Some fault in th' dre&s;&s;ing, in the di&s;hing, or</L>
<L>The placing, yet I will not it abhor.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So that the meat be whol&s;om, though</L>
<L>The &s;auce &s;hall not be tooth&s;oom, I'le not go</L>
<L>Empty away, and &s;tarve my &s;oul,</L>
<L>To feed my fooli&s;h fancy; but controul</L>
<L>My appetite to dainty things,</L>
<L>Which oft in&s;tead of &s;trength di&s;ea&s;es brings:</L>
<L>But, if my pulpit-hopes &s;hall all prove vain,</L>
<L>I le back unto the reading Pue again.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Communion Table.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre &s;tands my banquet ready, the la&s;t cour&s;e,</L>
<L>And be&s;t provi&s;ion,</L>
<L>That I mu&s;t feed upon,</L>
<L>Till death my &s;oul and body &s;hall divor&s;e,</L>
<PB N="20" REF="12">
<L>And that I am</L>
<L>Call'd to the marriage-&s;upper of the Lamb.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some call't the Altar, &s;ome the holy Table.</L>
<L>The name I &s;tick not at,</L>
<L>Whether't be this, or that,</L>
<L>I care not much, &s;o that I may be able</L>
<L>Truly to know</L>
<L>Both why it is, and may be called &s;o.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And for the matter whereof it was made,</L>
<L>The matter is not much,</L>
<L>Although it be of touch,</L>
<L>Or wood, or metal, what will la&s;t, or fade;</L>
<L>So vanity,</L>
<L>And &s;uper&s;tition avoided be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor would it trouble me to &s;ee it found</L>
<L>Of any fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>That can be thought upon,</L>
<L>Square, oval, many-angled, long, or round:</L>
<L>If clo&s;e it be,</L>
<L>Fixt, open, movable, all's one to me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And yet, methinks, at a communion</L>
<L>In uniformity</L>
<L>There's greate&s;t decency,</L>
<L>And that which maketh mo&s;t for union:</L>
<L>But needle&s;ly</L>
<L>To vary, tends to th' breach of charity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet, rather than I'le give, I will not take</L>
<L>Offence, if it be given,</L>
<L>So that I be not driven</L>
<L>To thwart authority, a party make</L>
<L>For faction,</L>
<L>Or &s;ide, but &s;eemingly, in th' action.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="21" REF="12">
<LG>
<L>At a Communion I wi&s;h I might</L>
<L>Have no cau&s;e to &s;u&s;pect</L>
<L>Any, the lea&s;t, defect</L>
<L>Of unity and peace, either in &s;ight</L>
<L>Apparently,</L>
<L>Or in mens hearts concealed &s;ecretly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That, which ordained is to make men one,</L>
<L>More than before they were,</L>
<L>Should not it &s;elf appear,</L>
<L>Though but appear, di&s;tinctly divers. None</L>
<L>Too much can &s;ee</L>
<L>Of what, when mo&s;t, yet but enough can be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If others will di&s;&s;ent, and vary, who</L>
<L>Can help it? If I may,</L>
<L>As hath been done alway,</L>
<L>By th' be&s;t, and mo&s;t, I will my &s;elf do &s;o;</L>
<L>Of one accord</L>
<L>The &s;ervants &s;hould be of one God one Lord.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Communion Plate.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NEver was gold, or &s;ilver, graced thus</L>
<L>Before.</L>
<L>To bring this body, and this blood, to us,</L>
<L>Is more</L>
<L>Than to crown Kings,</L>
<L>Or be made rings,</L>
<L>For &s;tar-like diamonds to glitter in.</L>
<L>No precious &s;tones are meet to match this bread</L>
<L>Divine.</L>
<L>Spirits of pearls di&s;&s;olved would but dead</L>
<L>This wine.</L>
<L>This heav'nly food</L>
<L>Is too too good</L>
<L>To be compar'd to any earthly thing.</L>
<PB N="22" REF="13">
<L>For &s;uch ine&s;timable trea&s;ure can</L>
<L>There be</L>
<L>Ve&s;&s;els too co&s;tly made by any man?</L>
<L>Sure he</L>
<L>That knows the meat</L>
<L>So good to eat,</L>
<L>Would wi&s;h to &s;ee it richly &s;erved in.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Although 'tis true, that &s;anctity's not ty'd</L>
<L>To &s;tate;</L>
<L>Yet &s;ure Religion &s;hould not be envy'd</L>
<L>The fate</L>
<L>Of meaner worth,</L>
<L>To be &s;et forth,</L>
<L>As be&s;t becomes the &s;ervice of a King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A King, unto who&s;e cro&s;s all Kings mu&s;t vail</L>
<L>Their crowns,</L>
<L>And at his beck in their full cour&s;e &s;trike &s;ail:</L>
<L>Who&s;e frowns,</L>
<L>And &s;miles gives date</L>
<L>Unto their fate,</L>
<L>And doom them, either unto weal, or woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A King, who&s;e will is ju&s;tice: and who&s;e word</L>
<L>Is pow'r,</L>
<L>And wi&s;dom both. A King, whom to afford</L>
<L>An hour</L>
<L>Of &s;ervice truly</L>
<L>Perform'd, and duly,</L>
<L>Is to &s;peak eternity of bli&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When &s;uch a King offers to come to me,</L>
<L>As food,</L>
<L>Shall I &s;uppo&s;e his carriages can be</L>
<L>Too good?</L>
<PB N="23" REF="13">
<L>No: Stars to gold</L>
<L>Turn'd, never could</L>
<L>Be rich enough to be employed &s;o.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I might wi&s;h then, I would have this bread,</L>
<L>This wine,</L>
<L>Ve&s;&s;el'd in what the Sun might blu&s;h to &s;hed</L>
<L>His &s;hine,</L>
<L>When he &s;hould &s;ee:</L>
<L>But, till that be,</L>
<L>I'le re&s;t contented with it, as it is.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Church-Officers.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STay. Officers in Church? Take heed: it is</L>
<L>A tender matter to be touch'd.</L>
<L>If I chance to &s;ay any thing ami&s;s,</L>
<L>Which is not fit to be avouch'd,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t expect whole &s;warms of wa&s;ps to &s;ting me,</L>
<L>Few, or no bees, honey, or wax, to bring me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some would have none in Church do any thing,</L>
<L>As Officers, but gifted men;</L>
<L>Others into the number more would bring,</L>
<L>Then I &s;ee warrant for: So then,</L>
<L>All that I &s;ay, 'tis like, will cen&s;ur'd be,</L>
<L>Through prejudice, or partiality.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But 'tis no matter; If men cen&s;ure me,</L>
<L>They but my fellow &s;ervants are:</L>
<L>Our Lord allows us all like liberty.</L>
<L>I write, mine own thoughts to declare,</L>
<L>Not to plea&s;e men: and, if I di&s;plea&s;e any,</L>
<L>I will not care, &s;o they be of the Many.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="24" REF="14">
<HEAD>The Sexton.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Churches key-keeper opens the door,</L>
<L>And &s;huts it, &s;weeps the floor,</L>
<L>Rings bells, digs graves, and fills them up again;</L>
<L>All Emblems unto men,</L>
<L>Openly owning Chri&s;tianity,</L>
<L>To mark and learn many good le&s;&s;ons by.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O thou that ha&s;t the key of <HI>David,</HI> who</L>
<L>Open'&s;t and &s;hutte&s;t &s;o,</L>
<L>That none can &s;hut or open after thee,</L>
<L>Vouch&s;afe thy &s;elf to be</L>
<L>Our &s;ouls door-keeper, by thy ble&s;&s;ed &s;pirit:</L>
<L>The lock and key's thy mercy, not our merit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Clean&s;e thou our &s;in&s;oyld' &s;ouls from th' dirt and du&s;t</L>
<L>Of every noy&s;om lu&s;t,</L>
<L>Brought in by the foul feet of our affections:</L>
<L>The bee&s;ome of afflictions,</L>
<L>With th' ble&s;&s;ing of thy &s;pirit added to it,</L>
<L>If thou be plea&s;'d to &s;ay it &s;hall, will do it.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord, ringing changes all our bells hath marr'd,</L>
<L>Jangled they have, and jarr'd</L>
<L>So long, they're out of tune, and out of frame,</L>
<L>They &s;eem not now the &s;ame.</L>
<L>Put them in frame a new, and once begin</L>
<L>To tune them &s;o, that they may chime all in.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let all our &s;ins be bury'd in the grave,</L>
<L>No longer rant and rave,</L>
<L>As they have done, to our eternal &s;hame,</L>
<L>And the &s;candal of thy name.</L>
<L>Let's as door-keepers in thine hou&s;e attend,</L>
<L>Rather than th' throne of wickedne&s;s a&s;cend.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="25" REF="14">
<HEAD>The Clerk.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Churches Bible-Clerk attends</L>
<L>Her Uten&s;ils, and ends</L>
<L>Her Prayers with Amen,</L>
<L>Tunes P&s;alms, and to the Sacraments</L>
<L>Brings in the Elements,</L>
<L>And takes them out again;</L>
<L>Is humble minded, and indu&s;trious handed,</L>
<L>Doth nothing of him&s;elf, but as commanded.</L>
<L>All that the ve&s;&s;els of the Lord</L>
<L>Do bear with one accord</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;tudy to be pure,</L>
<L>As they are: If his holy eye</L>
<L>Do any &s;pot e&s;py,</L>
<L>He cannot it endure;</L>
<L>But mo&s;t expecteth to be &s;anctifi'd</L>
<L>In tho&s;e come neare&s;t him, and glorifi'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>P&s;alms then are always tuned be&s;t,</L>
<L>When there is mo&s;t expre&s;t</L>
<L>The holy Penmans heart:</L>
<L>All mu&s;ick is but di&s;cord, where</L>
<L>That wants, or doth not bear</L>
<L>The fir&s;t and chiefe&s;t part.</L>
<L>Voices, without affection an&s;werable,</L>
<L>When be&s;t, to God are mo&s;t abominable.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though in the ble&s;&s;ed Sacraments</L>
<L>The outward Elements</L>
<L>Are but as husks and &s;hells;</L>
<L>Yet he that knows the kernels worth,</L>
<L>If even tho&s;e &s;end forth</L>
<L>Some Aromatick &s;mells,</L>
<L>Will not e&s;teem it wa&s;te, le&s;t <HI>Judas</HI> like</L>
<L>Through <HI>Mary</HI>'s &s;ide he Chri&s;t him&s;elf &s;hould &s;trike.</L>
<PB N="26" REF="15">
<L>Lord, without whom we cannot tell</L>
<L>How to &s;peak or think well,</L>
<L>Lend us thy helping hand,</L>
<L>That what we do may plea&s;ing be,</L>
<L>Not to our &s;elves but thee,</L>
<L>And an&s;wer thy command:</L>
<L>So that not we alone, but thou may'&s;t &s;ay</L>
<L>Amen to all our pray'rs, pray'd the right way.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Over&s;eer of the Poor.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Churches Almoner takes care, that none</L>
<L>In their nece&s;&s;ity</L>
<L>Shall unprovided be</L>
<L>Of maint'nance, or employment; tho&s;e alone,</L>
<L>Whom carele&s;s idlene&s;s,</L>
<L>Or riotous exce&s;s,</L>
<L>Condemns to needle&s;s want, he leaves to be</L>
<L>Cha&s;ten'd a while by their own poverty.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou gracious Lord, rich in thy &s;elf, do&s;t give</L>
<L>To all men lib'rally,</L>
<L>Upbraiding none. Thine eye</L>
<L>Is open upon all. In thee we live,</L>
<L>We more, and have our being:</L>
<L>But there is more than &s;eeing</L>
<L>For th' poor with thee: they are thy &s;pecial charge;</L>
<L>To them thou do&s;t thine heart and hand enlarge.</L>
<L>Four &s;orts of poor there are, with whom thou deal'&s;t,</L>
<L>Though always differently,</L>
<L>With &s;uch indifferency,</L>
<L>That none hath rea&s;on to complain: thou heal'&s;t</L>
<L>All tho&s;e whom thou do&s;t wound:</L>
<L>If there be any found</L>
<L>Hurt by them&s;elves, thou leav'&s;t them to endure</L>
<L>The pain, till th' pain render them fit for cure.</L>
<PB N="27" REF="15">
<L>Some in the world are poor, but rich in faith:</L>
<L>Their outward poverty</L>
<L>A plentiful &s;upply</L>
<L>Of inward comforts and contentments hath.</L>
<L>And their e&s;tate is ble&s;t,</L>
<L>In this above the re&s;t,</L>
<L>It was thy choice, whil&s;t thou on earth did'&s;t &s;tay&punc;</L>
<L>And had&s;t not whereupon thy head to lay.</L>
<L>Some poor in &s;pirit in the world are rich,</L>
<L>Although not many &s;uch:</L>
<L>And no man needs to grutch</L>
<L>Their happine&s;s; who to maintain that pitch,</L>
<L>Have an hard task in hand,</L>
<L>Nor eas'ly can with&s;tand</L>
<L>The &s;trong temptations that attend on riches:</L>
<L>Mountains are more expos'd to &s;torms than ditches.</L>
<L>Some rich in th' world are &s;p'ritually poor,</L>
<L>And de&s;titute of grace,</L>
<L>Who may perchance have place</L>
<L>In the Church upon earth; but heavens door</L>
<L>Too narrow is t' admit</L>
<L>Such camels in at it,</L>
<L>Till they &s;ell all they have, that field to buy,</L>
<L>Wherein the true trea&s;ure doth hidden lye.</L>
<L>Some &s;p'ritually poor, and de&s;titute</L>
<L>Of grace in th' world are poor</L>
<L>Begging from door to door,</L>
<L>Accur&s;ed both in Gods and mans repute,</L>
<L>Till by their mi&s;eries</L>
<L>Tutor'd they learn to prize</L>
<L>Hungring and thir&s;ting after righteou&s;ne&s;s,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they're on earth, their greate&s;t happine&s;s.</L>
<L>Lord, make me poor in &s;pirit, and relieve</L>
<L>Me how thou wilt thy &s;elf,</L>
<L>No want of worldly pelf</L>
<PB N="28" REF="16">
<L>Shall make me di&s;contented, fret and grieve.</L>
<L>I know thine alms are be&s;t:</L>
<L>But above all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Condemn me not unto the hell of riches,</L>
<L>Without thy grace to countercharm the witches.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Church-warden.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Churches guardian takes care to keep</L>
<L>Her buildings always in repair,</L>
<L>Unwilling that any decay &s;hould creep</L>
<L>On them, before he is aware.</L>
<L>Nothing defac'd,</L>
<L>Nothing di&s;plac'd</L>
<L>He likes; but mo&s;t doth long and love to &s;ee</L>
<L>The living &s;tones order'd as they &s;hould be.</L>
<L>Lord, thou not only &s;uper-vi&s;or art</L>
<L>Of all our works, but in all tho&s;e,</L>
<L>Which we dare own, thine is the chiefe&s;t part:</L>
<L>For there is none of us, that knows</L>
<L>How to do well:</L>
<L>Nor can we tell</L>
<L>What we &s;hould do, unle&s;s by thee directed:</L>
<L>It pro&s;pers not that's by our &s;elves projected.</L>
<L>That which we think our &s;elves to mend, we mar,</L>
<L>And often make it ten times wor&s;e:</L>
<L>Reforming of Religion by war</L>
<L>Is th' chymick ble&s;&s;ing of a cur&s;e.</L>
<L>Great odds it is,</L>
<L>That we &s;hall mi&s;s</L>
<L>Of what we looked for: Thine ends cannot</L>
<L>By any but by thine own means be got.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;trange we &s;o much doat upon our own</L>
<L>Deformity, and others &s;corn.</L>
<L>As if our &s;elves were beautiful alone:</L>
<L>When that which did us mo&s;t adorn</L>
<PB N="29" REF="16">
<L>We purpo&s;ely</L>
<L>Choo&s;e to lay by,</L>
<L>Such decency and order, as did place us</L>
<L>In high'&s;t e&s;teem, and guard as well as grace us.</L>
<L>Is not thy daughter glorious within,</L>
<L>When cloth'd in needle-work without?</L>
<L>Or is't not rather both their &s;hame and &s;in,</L>
<L>That change her robe into a clout,</L>
<L>Too narrow, and</L>
<L>Too thin, to &s;tand</L>
<L>Her need in any &s;tead, much le&s;s to be</L>
<L>An ornament fit for her high degree?</L>
<L>Take pity on her, Lord, and heal her breaches:</L>
<L>Clothe all her enemies with &s;hame:</L>
<L>All the de&s;pight that's done unto her reaches</L>
<L>To the di&s;honour of thy name.</L>
<L>Make all her &s;ons</L>
<L>Rich precious &s;tones,</L>
<L>To &s;hine each of them in his proper place,</L>
<L>Receiving of thy fulne&s;s grace for grace.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Deacon.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Deacon! That's the Mini&s;ter.</L>
<L>True, taken gen'rally.</L>
<L>And without any &s;ini&s;ter</L>
<L>Intent, us'd &s;pecially,</L>
<L>He's purpo&s;ely ordain'd to Mini&s;ter.</L>
<L>In Sacred things, t' another officer.</L>
<L>At who&s;e appointment, in who&s;e &s;tead,</L>
<L>He doth what he &s;hould do,</L>
<L>In &s;ome things, not in all: Is led</L>
<L>By law, and cu&s;tome too.</L>
<L>Where that doth neither bid, nor forbid, he</L>
<L>Thinks this &s;ufficient authority:</L>
<PB N="30" REF="17">
<L>Loves not to vary, when he &s;ees</L>
<L>No great nece&s;&s;ity,</L>
<L>To whats commanded he agrees,</L>
<L>With all humility;</L>
<L>Knowing how highly God &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion prizes,</L>
<L>Pleas'd with obedience more than &s;acrifices.</L>
<L>Lord, thou did'&s;t of thy &s;elf profe&s;s</L>
<L>Thou wa&s;t as one that &s;erv'd,</L>
<L>And freely choo&s;e&s;t to go le&s;s,</L>
<L>Though none &s;o Much de&s;erv'd.</L>
<L>With what face can we then refu&s;e to be</L>
<L>Enter'd thy &s;ervants in a low degree?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy way to exaltation</L>
<L>Was by humility:</L>
<L>But we, proud generation,</L>
<L>No diff'rence of degree</L>
<L>In holy orders will allow; nay more,</L>
<L>All holy orders would turn out of door.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if thy precept cannot do't,</L>
<L>To make us humbly &s;erve,</L>
<L>Nor thy example added to't,</L>
<L>If &s;till from both we &s;werve;</L>
<L>Let none of us proceed, till he can tell,</L>
<L>How t' u&s;e the office of a Deacon well.</L>
<L>Which by the ble&s;&s;ing of thy &s;pirit,</L>
<L>Whom thou ha&s;t left to be</L>
<L>Thy Vicar here, we may inherit,</L>
<L>And mini&s;ter to thee,</L>
<L>Though not &s;o well as thou may'&s;t well expect,</L>
<L>Yet &s;o, as thou wilt plea&s;ed be t' accept.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Prie&s;t.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Prie&s;t I &s;ay, the Presbyter I mean,</L>
<L>As now adays he's call'd,</L>
<PB N="31" REF="17">
<L>By many men: But I choo&s;e to retain</L>
<L>The name wherewith in&s;tall'd</L>
<L>He was at fir&s;t in our own mother tongue:</L>
<L>And doing &s;o, I hope, I do no wrong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Prie&s;t, I &s;ay, 's a middle Officer,</L>
<L>Between the Bi&s;hop and</L>
<L>The Deacon, as a middle Officer,</L>
<L>Which in the Church doth &s;tand</L>
<L>Between God and the people, ready pre&s;t</L>
<L>In the behalf of both to do his be&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From him to them offers the promi&s;es</L>
<L>Of mercy which he makes;</L>
<L>For them to him doth all their faults confe&s;s,</L>
<L>Their pray'rs and prai&s;es takes,</L>
<L>And offers for them at the throne of grace,</L>
<L>Contentedly attending his own place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The word and Sacramants, the means of grace,</L>
<L>He duly doth di&s;pence,</L>
<L>The flouri&s;hes of fal &s;hood to deface,</L>
<L>With truths clear evidence;</L>
<L>And &s;ins u&s;urped tyranny &s;uppre&s;s,</L>
<L>B' advancing righteou&s;ne&s;s, and holine&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The publick cen&s;ures of the Church he &s;ees</L>
<L>To execution brought:</L>
<L>But nothing ra&s;hly of him&s;elf decrees,</L>
<L>Nor covers to be thought</L>
<L>Wi&s;er than his &s;uperiours; whom always</L>
<L>He actively, or pa&s;&s;ively obeys.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord Je&s;us, thou the mediatour art</L>
<L>Of the new Te&s;tament,</L>
<L>And fully did'&s;t perform thy double part</L>
<L>Of God and man, when &s;ent.</L>
<PB N="32" REF="18">
<L>To reconcile the world, and to attone</L>
<L>'Twixt it and heaven, of two making one.</L>
<L>Yea, after the order of <HI>Melchi&s;edeck,</HI></L>
<L>Thou art a Prie&s;t for ever.</L>
<L>With perfect rightcou&s;ne&s;s thy &s;elf do'&s;t deck,</L>
<L>Such as decayeth never.</L>
<L>Like to thy &s;elf make all thy Prie&s;ts on earth,</L>
<L>Ble&s;s'd fathers to thy &s;ons of th' &s;econd birth.</L>
<L>Thou cam'&s;t to do the will of him that &s;ent thee,</L>
<L>And did&s;t his honour &s;eek,</L>
<L>More than thine own: Well may it then repent thee,</L>
<L>Being thy &s;elf &s;o meek,</L>
<L>To have admitted them into the place</L>
<L>Of &s;ons, that &s;eek their fathers to di&s;grace.</L>
<L>Lord, grant that the abu&s;e may be reform'd,</L>
<L>Before it ruin bring</L>
<L>Upon thy poor de&s;pi&s;ed Church, transform'd</L>
<L>As if't were no &s;uch thing:</L>
<L>Thou that the God of order art, and peace,</L>
<L>Make curs'd confu&s;ion and contention cea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Bi&s;hop.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Bi&s;hop? Yes, why not? What doth that name</L>
<L>Import that is unlawful, or unfit?</L>
<L>To &s;ay the Over&s;eer is the &s;ame</L>
<L>In &s;ub&s;tance, and no hurt, I hope, to it:</L>
<L>But &s;ure if men did not de&s;pi&s;e the thing,</L>
<L>&s;uch &s;corn upon the name they would not fling.</L>
<L>Some Prie&s;ts, &s;ome Presbyters, I mean, would be</L>
<L>Each Over&s;eer of his &s;ev'ral cure,</L>
<L>But one Superiour, to over&s;ee</L>
<L>Them altogether, they will not endure;</L>
<L>This the main diff'rence is, that I can &s;ee,</L>
<L>Bi&s;hops they would not have, but they would be.</L>
<L>But who can &s;hew of old that ever any</L>
<L>Presbyteries without their Bi&s;hops were: Though</L>
<PB N="33" REF="18">
<L>Though Bi&s;hops without Presbyteries many,</L>
<L>At fir&s;t mu&s;t needs be, almo&s;t every where?</L>
<L>That Presbyters from Bi&s;hops fir&s;t aro&s;e,</L>
<L>T' a&s;&s;i&s;t them, 's probable, not the&s;e from tho&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>However, a true Bi&s;hop I e&s;teem</L>
<L>The highe&s;t Officer the Church on earth</L>
<L>Can have, as proper to it&s;elf, and deem</L>
<L>A Church without one an imperfect birth.</L>
<L>If con&s;tituted &s;o at fir&s;t, and maimed,</L>
<L>If whom it had, it afterwards di&s;claimed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All order fir&s;t from unity ari&s;eth,</L>
<L>And th' e&s;&s;ence of it is &s;ubordination:</L>
<L>Who ever this contemns, and that de&s;pi&s;eth,</L>
<L>May talk of, but intends not, reformation.</L>
<L>'Tis not of God, of Nature, or of Art,</L>
<L>T' a&s;cribe to all what's proper to one part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To rule and to be ruled are di&s;tinct,</L>
<L>And &s;ev'ral duties, &s;ev'rally belong</L>
<L>To &s;ev'ral per&s;ons, can no more be link't</L>
<L>In altogether, than amid&s;t the throng</L>
<L>Of rude unruly pa&s;&s;ions, in the heart,</L>
<L>Rea&s;on can &s;ee to act her &s;overeign part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But a good Bi&s;hop, as a tender father,</L>
<L>Doth teach and rule the Church, and is obey'd.</L>
<L>And re v'renc'd by it, &s;o much the rather,</L>
<L>By how much he delighted more to lead</L>
<L>All by his own example in the way,</L>
<L>Than puni&s;h any when they go a&s;tray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord, thou the Bi&s;hop, and chief Shepherd art</L>
<L>Of all that flock, which thou ha&s;t purcha&s;ed</L>
<L>With thine own blood: to them thou do&s;t impart</L>
<L>The benefits which thou ha&s;t merited,</L>
<L>Teaching and ruling by thy ble&s;&s;ed Spirit,</L>
<L>Their &s;ouls in grace till glory they inherit:</L>
<PB N="34" REF="19">
<L>The &s;tars which thou do&s;t hold in thy right hand,</L>
<L>The Angels of the Churches, Lord, direct</L>
<L>Clearly thy holy Will to under&s;tand,</L>
<L>And do accordingly: Let no defect</L>
<L>Nor fault, no not in our New Politicks,</L>
<L>Provoke thee to remove our candle&s;ticks;</L>
<L>But let thy Urim and thy Thummim be</L>
<L>Garments of prai&s;e t' adorn thine holy ones:</L>
<L>Light and perfection let all men &s;ee</L>
<L>Brightly &s;hine forth in tho&s;e rich precious &s;tones,</L>
<L>Of whome thou wilt make a foundation,</L>
<L>To rai&s;e thy new <HI>Hieru&s;alem</HI> upon.</L>
<L>And at the brightne&s;s of its ri&s;ing let</L>
<L>All nations with thy people &s;hout for joy:</L>
<L>Salvation for Walls and Bulwarks &s;et</L>
<L>About it, that nothing may it annoy.</L>
<L>Then the whole world thy Dioce&s;s &s;hall be,</L>
<L>And Bi&s;hops all but Suffragans to Thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Church Fe&s;tivals.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MArrow of time, Eternity in brief</L>
<L>Compendiums Epitomiz'd, the chief</L>
<L>Contents, the Indices, the Title-pages</L>
<L>Of all pa&s;t, pre&s;ent, and &s;ucceeding ages,</L>
<L>Sublimate graces, antidated glories,</L>
<L>The cream of holine&s;s,</L>
<L>The inventories</L>
<L>Of future ble&s;&s;edne&s;s,</L>
<L>The Florilegia of cele&s;tial &s;tories,</L>
<L>Spirits of joys, the reli&s;hes and clo&s;es</L>
<L>Of Angels mu&s;ick, pearls di&s;&s;olved, ro&s;es</L>
<L>Per&s;umed, &s;ugar'd honey-combs, delights</L>
<L>Never too highly priz'd,</L>
<L>The marriage rites,</L>
<L>Which duly &s;olemniz'd</L>
<PB N="35" REF="19">
<L>U&s;her e&s;pou&s;ed &s;ouls to bridal nights,</L>
<L>Gilded Sun beams, refined Elixars,</L>
<L>And quinte&s;&s;ential extracts of &s;tars:</L>
<L>Who loves not you, doth but in vain profe&s;s</L>
<L>That he loves God, or Heaven, or happine&s;s.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Sabbath, Or Lords day:</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAil</L>
<L>Holy</L>
<L>King of days,</L>
<L>The Emperour,</L>
<L>Or Univer&s;al</L>
<L>Monarch of time, the weeks</L>
<L>Perpetual dictatour.</L>
<L>Thy</L>
<L>Beauty</L>
<L>Far exceeds</L>
<L>The reach of art,</L>
<L>To blazon fully,</L>
<L>And I thy light eclip&s;e,</L>
<L>When I mo&s;t &s;trive to rai&s;e thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What</L>
<L>Nothing</L>
<L>El&s;e can be,</L>
<L>Thou only art</L>
<L>Th' extracted &s;pirit</L>
<L>Of all Eternity,</L>
<L>By favour antedated.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vail</L>
<L>Wholly</L>
<L>To thy prai&s;e</L>
<L>For evermore</L>
<L>Mu&s;t the rehear&s;al</L>
<L>Of all, that honour &s;eeks,</L>
<L>Under the worlds Creator.</L>
<L>My</L>
<L>Duty</L>
<L>Yet mu&s;t needs</L>
<L>Yield thee mine heart,</L>
<L>And that not dully:</L>
<L>Spirits of &s;ouls, not lips</L>
<L>Alone, are fit to prai&s;e thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That</L>
<L>Slow things</L>
<L>Time by thee</L>
<L>Hath got the &s;tart,</L>
<L>And doth inherit</L>
<L>That immortality</L>
<L>Which &s;in anticipated.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O</L>
<L>That I</L>
<L>Could lay by</L>
<L>This body &s;o,</L>
<L>That my &s;oul might be</L>
<L>Incorporate with thee,</L>
<L>And no more to &s;ix days owe.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<PB N="36" REF="20">
<HEAD>The Annunciation, or Lady-day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UNto the mu&s;ick of the &s;pheres</L>
<L>Let men, and Angels, joyn in con&s;ort theirs.</L>
<L>So great a me&s;&s;enger</L>
<L>From heaven to earth</L>
<L>Is &s;eldom &s;een,</L>
<L>Attir'd in &s;o much glory,</L>
<L>A me&s;&s;age welcomer,</L>
<L>Fraught with more mirth,</L>
<L>Hath never been</L>
<L>Subject of any &s;tory:</L>
<L>This by a double right, if any, may</L>
<L>Be truly &s;til'd the worlds birth-day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The making of the world ne're co&s;t</L>
<L>So dear, by much, as to redeem it lo&s;t.</L>
<L>God &s;aid but, <HI>Let it be,</HI></L>
<L>And ev'ry thing</L>
<L>Was made &s;traight way,</L>
<L>So as he &s;aw it good:</L>
<L>But e're that he could &s;ee</L>
<L>A cour&s;e to bring</L>
<L>Man gone a&s;tray</L>
<L>To the place where he &s;tood;</L>
<L>His wi&s;dom with his mercy for mans &s;ake,</L>
<L>Again&s;t his ju&s;tice part did take.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And the re&s;ult was this days news,</L>
<L>Able the me&s;&s;enger him&s;elf t' amu&s;e,</L>
<L>As well as her, to whom</L>
<L>By him 'twas told,</L>
<L>That though &s;he were</L>
<L>A Virgin pure, and knew</L>
<L>No man, yet in her womb</L>
<PB N="37" REF="20">
<L>A &s;on &s;he &s;hould</L>
<L>Conceive and bear,</L>
<L>As &s;ure as God was true.</L>
<L>Such high place in his favour &s;he po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed,</L>
<L>Being among all women ble&s;&s;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But ble&s;t e&s;pecially in this,</L>
<L>That &s;he believ'd, and for eternal bli&s;s</L>
<L>Rely'd on him, whom &s;he</L>
<L>Her &s;elf &s;hould bear,</L>
<L>And her own &s;on</L>
<L>Took for her Saviour.</L>
<L>And if there any be,</L>
<L>That when they hear,</L>
<L>As &s;he had done</L>
<L>Sure their behaviour,</L>
<L>They may be ble&s;&s;ed, as &s;he was, and &s;ay,</L>
<L>'Tis their annunciation-day.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Nativity, or Chri&s;tmas-day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UNfold thy face, unmask thy ray,</L>
<L>Shine forth bright &s;un, double the day.</L>
<L>Let no malignant mi&s;ty &s;ume,</L>
<L>Nor foggy vapour, once pre&s;ume</L>
<L>To interpo&s;e thy perfect &s;ight</L>
<L>This day, which makes us love thy light</L>
<L>For ever better, that we could</L>
<L>That ble&s;&s;ed object once behold,</L>
<L>Which is both the circumference,</L>
<L>And centre of all excellence:</L>
<L>Or rather neither, but a trea&s;ure</L>
<L>Unconfined without mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Who&s;e centre and circumference,</L>
<L>Including all preheminence,</L>
<L>Excluding nothing but defect,</L>
<PB N="38" REF="21">
<L>And infinite in each a&s;pect,</L>
<L>Is equally both here and there,</L>
<L>And now, and then, and ev'ry where</L>
<L>And always, one, him&s;elf, the &s;ame</L>
<L>A being far above a name.</L>
<L>Draw nearer then, and freely pour</L>
<L>Forth all thy light into that hour,</L>
<L>Which was crowned with his birth,</L>
<L>And made Heaven envy earth.</L>
<L>Let not this birth-day clouded be,</L>
<L>By whom thou &s;hine&s;t, and we &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Circumci&s;ion, or New-years day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SOrrow betide my &s;ins! Mu&s;t &s;mart &s;o &s;oon</L>
<L>Seize on my Saviours tender fle&s;h &s;carce grown</L>
<L>Unto an eight days age?</L>
<L>Can nothing el&s;e a&s;&s;wage</L>
<L>The wrath of heaven, but his infant-blood?</L>
<L>Innocent Infant, infinitely good!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is this thy welcome to the world, great God!</L>
<L>No &s;ooner born, but &s;ubject to the rod</L>
<L>Of &s;in-incen&s;ed wrath?</L>
<L>Alas, what plea&s;ure hath</L>
<L>Thy Fathers ju&s;tice to begin thy pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>Almo&s;t together with thine Incarnation?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is it to antedate thy death? T' indite</L>
<L>Thy condemnation him&s;elf, and write</L>
<L>The copy with thy blood,</L>
<L>Since nothing is &s;o good?</L>
<L>Or, is't by this experiment to try,</L>
<L>Whether thou bee&s;t born mortal, and can&s;t dye?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If man mu&s;t needs draw blood of God, yet why</L>
<L>Stays he not till thy time be come to dye?</L>
<L>Did&s;t thou thus early bleed</L>
<L>For us to &s;hew what need</L>
<PB N="39" REF="21">
<L>We have to ha&s;ten unto thee as fa&s;t;</L>
<L>And learn that all the time is lo&s;t that's pa&s;t?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis true, we &s;hould do &s;o; Yet in this blood</L>
<L>There's &s;omething el&s;e, that mu&s;t be under&s;tood:</L>
<L>It &s;eals thy covenant,</L>
<L>That &s;o we may not want</L>
<L>Witne&s;s enough again&s;t thee, that thou art</L>
<L>Made &s;ubject to the law, to act our part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Sacrament of thy regeneration</L>
<L>It cannot be; It gives no imitation</L>
<L>Of what thou wert, but we:</L>
<L>Native impurity,</L>
<L>Original corruption, was not thine,</L>
<L>But only as thy righteou&s;ne&s;s is mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In holy Bapti&s;m this is brought to me,</L>
<L>As that in Circumci&s;ion was to thee:</L>
<L>So that thy lo&s;s and pain</L>
<L>Do prove my joy and gain.</L>
<L>Thy circumci&s;ion writ thy death in blood:</L>
<L>Bapti&s;m in water &s;eals my livelihood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O ble&s;&s;ed change! Yet, rightly under&s;tood,</L>
<L>That blood was water, and this water's blood.</L>
<L>What &s;hall I give again,</L>
<L>To recompence thy pain?</L>
<L>Lord take revenge upon me for this &s;mart:</L>
<L>To quit thy fore-skin, circumci&s;e my heart.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Epiphany, or Twelfth-day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat, without controver&s;ie great,</L>
<L>They that do know it will confe&s;s</L>
<L>The my&s;tery of godline&s;s,</L>
<L>Whereof the Go&s;pel doth intreat.</L>
<PB N="40" REF="22">
<L>God in the fle&s;h is manife&s;t,</L>
<L>And that which hath for ever been</L>
<L>Invi&s;ible, may now be &s;een,</L>
<L>Th' eternal deity new dre&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Angels to &s;hepherds brought the news:</L>
<L>And wi&s;e men guided by a Star,</L>
<L>To &s;eek the &s;un are come from far:</L>
<L>Gentiles have got the &s;tart of Jews.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;table and the manger hide</L>
<L>His glory from his own: but the&s;e,</L>
<L>Though &s;trangers, his re&s;plendent rays</L>
<L>Of Maje&s;ty divine have &s;py'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gold, frankincen&s;e, and myrrh, they give;</L>
<L>And wor&s;hipping him plainly &s;how,</L>
<L>That unto him they all things owe,</L>
<L>By who&s;e free gift it is they live.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though clouded in a vail of fle&s;h,</L>
<L>The &s;un of righteou&s;ne&s;s appears,</L>
<L>Melting cold cares and fro&s;ty fears,</L>
<L>And making joys &s;pring up afre&s;h.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O that his light and influence,</L>
<L>Would work effectually in me</L>
<L>Another new Epiphanie,</L>
<L>Exhale and elevate me hence:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That, as my calling doth require,</L>
<L>Star-like I may to others &s;hine:</L>
<L>And guide them to that &s;un divine:</L>
<L>Who&s;e day-light never &s;hall expire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Pa&s;&s;ion, or Good-Friday.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THis day my Saviour dy'd: and do I live?</L>
<L>What hath not &s;orrow &s;lain me yet?</L>
<L>Did the Immortal God vouch&s;afe to give</L>
<PB N="41" REF="22">
<L>His life for mine, and do I &s;et</L>
<L>More by my wretched life, than he by his,</L>
<L>So full of glory, and of bli&s;s?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Did his free mercy, and meer love to me,</L>
<L>Make him for&s;ake his glorious throne,</L>
<L>And mount a cro&s;s, the &s;tage of infamie,</L>
<L>That &s;o he might not die alone,</L>
<L>But dying &s;uffer more through grief and &s;hame,</L>
<L>Than mortal men have pow'r to name?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And can ingratitude &s;o far prevail,</L>
<L>To keep me living &s;till? Alas!</L>
<L>Methinks &s;ome thorn out of his crown, &s;ome nail,</L>
<L>At lea&s;t his &s;pear, might pierce, and pa&s;s</L>
<L>Thorow, and thorow, till it reviv'd mine heart;</L>
<L>As the right death-de&s;erving part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And doth he not expect in &s;hould be &s;o?</L>
<L>Would he lay down a price &s;o great,</L>
<L>And not look that his purcha&s;es &s;hould grow</L>
<L>Accordingly? Shall I defeat</L>
<L>His ju&s;t de&s;ire? O no, it cannot be:</L>
<L>His death mu&s;t needs be death to me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My life's not mine, but his: for he did dye</L>
<L>That I might live: yet died &s;o,</L>
<L>That being dead he was alive; and I</L>
<L>Thorow the gates of death mu&s;t go</L>
<L>To live with him: yea, to live by him here</L>
<L>Is a part in his death to bear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dye then, dull &s;oul, and if thou can&s;t not dye,</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olve thy &s;elf into a &s;ea</L>
<L>Of living tears, who&s;e &s;treams may ne're go dry.</L>
<L>Nor turned be another way,</L>
<L>Till they have drown'd all joys, but tho&s;e alone,</L>
<L>Which &s;orrow claimeth for its own.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For &s;orrow hath its joys: and I am glad</L>
<PB N="42" REF="23">
<L>That I would grieve, if I do not:</L>
<L>But if I neither could, nor would, be &s;ad,</L>
<L>And &s;orrowful, this day, my lot</L>
<L>Would be to grieve for ever, with a grief</L>
<L>Uncapable of all relief.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No grief was like that, which he griev'd for me,</L>
<L>A greater grief than can be told:</L>
<L>And like my grief for him no grief &s;hould be,</L>
<L>If I could grieve &s;o, as I would:</L>
<L>But what I would, and cannot, he doth &s;ee,</L>
<L>And will accept, that dy'd for me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord, as thy grief and death for me are mine,</L>
<L>For thou ha&s;t given them unto me:</L>
<L>So my de&s;ires to grieve and dye are thine,</L>
<L>For they are wrought only by thee.</L>
<L>Not for my &s;ake then, but thine own, be pleas'd</L>
<L>With that, which thou thy &s;elf ha&s;t rais'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Re&s;urrection, or Ea&s;ter-day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UP, and away,</L>
<L>Thy Saviours gone before.</L>
<L>Why do&s;t thou &s;tay,</L>
<L>Dull &s;oul? Behold the door</L>
<L>Is open, and his precept bids thee ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e pow'r hath vanqui&s;h't all thine enemies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Say not, I live,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t in the grave thou ly'&s;t:</L>
<L>He that doth give</L>
<L>Thee life, would have the prize't</L>
<L>More highly than to keep it bury'd, where</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t not make the fruits of it appear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is rottenne&s;s,</L>
<L>And du&s;t &s;o plea&s;ant to thee,</L>
<L>That happine&s;s,</L>
<PB N="43" REF="23">
<L>And heaven, cannot woo thee,</L>
<L>To &s;hake thy &s;hackles off, and leave behind thee</L>
<L>Tho&s;e fetters, which to death and hell do bind thee?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In vain thou &s;ay'&s;t,</L>
<L>Th'art bury'd with thy Saviour,</L>
<L>If thou delay'&s;t,</L>
<L>To &s;hew, by thy behaviour,</L>
<L>That thou art ri&s;en with him; Till thou &s;hine</L>
<L>Like him, how can&s;t thou &s;ay his light is thine?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Early he ro&s;e,</L>
<L>And with him brought the day,</L>
<L>Which all thy foes</L>
<L>Frighted out of the way:</L>
<L>And wilt thou&s;luggard-like turn in thy bed,</L>
<L>Till noon-&s;un-beams draw up thy drow&s;ie head?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Open thine eyes,</L>
<L>Sin-&s;eized &s;oul, and &s;ee</L>
<L>What cobweb-tyes</L>
<L>They are, that tramel thee;</L>
<L>Not profits, plea&s;ures, honours, as thou thinke&s;t;</L>
<L>But lo&s;s, pain, &s;hame, at which thou vainly winke&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All that is good</L>
<L>Thy Saviour dearly bought</L>
<L>With his hearts blood;</L>
<L>And it mu&s;t there be &s;ought,</L>
<L>Where he keeps re&s;idence, who ro&s;e this day:</L>
<L>Linger no longer then; up, and away.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The A&s;cen&s;ion, or Holy <HI>Thur&s;day.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MOunt, mount, my &s;oul, and climb, or rather flye</L>
<L>With all thy force on high,</L>
<L>Thy Saviour ro&s;e not only, but a&s;cended:</L>
<L>And he mu&s;t be attended</L>
<PB N="44" REF="24">
<L>Both in his conque&s;t and his triumph too.</L>
<L>His glories &s;trongly woo</L>
<L>His graces to them, and will not appear</L>
<L>In their full lu&s;tre, untill both be there.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where he now &s;its, not for him&s;elf alone,</L>
<L>But that upon his throne</L>
<L>All his redeemed may attendants be,</L>
<L>Robed, and crown'd as he.</L>
<L>Kings without Courtiers are 'lone men, they &s;ay;</L>
<L>And do&s;t thou think to &s;tay</L>
<L>Behind on earth, whil&s;t thy King reigns in heaven,</L>
<L>Yet not be of thy happine&s;s bereaven?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing that thou can&s;t think worth having's here.</L>
<L>Nothing is wanting there,</L>
<L>That thou can&s;t wi&s;h, to make thee truly ble&s;t.</L>
<L>And above all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Thy life is hid with God in Je&s;us Chri&s;t,</L>
<L>Higher than what is high'&s;t.</L>
<L>O grovel then no longer here on earth,</L>
<L>Where mis'ry ev'ry moment drowns thy mirth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But towr, my &s;oul, and &s;oar above the skies,</L>
<L>Where thy true trea&s;ure lies.</L>
<L>Though with corruption, and mortality</L>
<L>Thou clogg'd and pinion'd be;</L>
<L>Yet thy flight thoughts, and &s;prightly wi&s;hes, may</L>
<L>Speedily glide away.</L>
<L>To what thou can&s;t not reach, at lea&s;t a&s;pire,</L>
<L>A&s;cend, if not in deed, yet in de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Whit&s;unday.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NAy &s;tartle not to hear the ru&s;hing wind,</L>
<L>Wherewith this place is &s;haken:</L>
<L>Attend a while, and thou &s;halt quickly find</L>
<L>How much thou art mi&s;taken,</L>
<PB N="45" REF="24">
<L>If thou think here</L>
<L>Is any cau&s;e to fear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See'&s;t thou not how on tho&s;e twelve rev'rend heads</L>
<L>Sit cloven tongues of fire?</L>
<L>And as the rumour of that wonder &s;preads,</L>
<L>The multitude admire</L>
<L>To &s;ee it: and</L>
<L>Yet more amazed &s;tand</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To hear at once &s;o great variety</L>
<L>Of language from them come,</L>
<L>Of whom they dare be bold to &s;ay they be</L>
<L>Bred no where but at home,</L>
<L>And never were</L>
<L>In place &s;uch words to hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mock not, prophane de&s;pi&s;ers of the &s;pirit,</L>
<L>At what's to you unknown:</L>
<L>This earne&s;t he hath &s;ent, who mu&s;t inherit</L>
<L>All nations as his own:</L>
<L>That they may know</L>
<L>How much to him they owe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now that he is a&s;cended up on high</L>
<L>To his cele&s;tial throne,</L>
<L>And hath led captive all captivity,</L>
<L>He'll not receive alone,</L>
<L>But likewi&s;e give</L>
<L>Gifts unto all that live;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To all that live by him, that they may be,</L>
<L>In his due time, each one,</L>
<L>Partakers with him in his victory,</L>
<L>Nor he triumph alone,</L>
<L>But take all his</L>
<L>Unto him where he is.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To fit them for which ble&s;&s;ed &s;tate of glory,</L>
<L>This is his agent here:</L>
<PB N="46" REF="25">
<L>To publi&s;h to the World that happy &s;tory,</L>
<L>Always, and every where,</L>
<L>This re&s;ident</L>
<L>Emba&s;&s;adour is &s;ent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Heavens legier upon earth to counter-work</L>
<L>The mines that Satan made,</L>
<L>And bring to light tho&s;e enemies, that lurk</L>
<L>Under &s;ins gloomy &s;hade:</L>
<L>That hell may not</L>
<L>Still boa&s;t what it hath got.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Babels cur&s;e, confu&s;ion, is retriev'd,</L>
<L>Diver&s;ity of tongues</L>
<L>By this divi&s;ion of the &s;p'rit reliev'd:</L>
<L>And to prevent all wrongs,</L>
<L>One faith unites</L>
<L>People of diff'rent rites.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O let his entertainment then be &s;uch,</L>
<L>As doth him be&s;t befit:</L>
<L>What ever he requireth think not much</L>
<L>Freely to yield him it:</L>
<L>For who doth this,</L>
<L>Reaps the fir&s;t-fruits of bli&s;s.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Trinity Sunday.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GRace, Wit, and Art a&s;&s;i&s;t me: for I &s;ee</L>
<L>The &s;ubject of this days &s;olemnity</L>
<L>So far excells in worth,</L>
<L>That &s;ooner may</L>
<L>I drain the &s;ea,</L>
<L>Or drive the day</L>
<L>With light away,</L>
<L>Than fully &s;et it forth,</L>
<L>Except you joyn all three to take my part,</L>
<L>And chiefly Grace fill both my head and heart.</L>
<PB N="47" REF="25">
<L>Stay bu&s;ie &s;oul, pre&s;ume not to enquire</L>
<L>Too much of what Angels can but admire,</L>
<L>And never comprehend:</L>
<L>The Trinity</L>
<L>In Unity,</L>
<L>And Unity</L>
<L>In Trinity,</L>
<L>All rea&s;on doth tran&s;cend.</L>
<L>God Father, Son God, and God Holy Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>Who mo&s;t admireth, magnifieth mo&s;t&punc;</L>
<L>And who mo&s;t magnifies be&s;t under&s;tands,</L>
<L>And be&s;t expre&s;&s;eth what the heads, and hands,</L>
<L>And hearts, of all men living,</L>
<L>When mo&s;t they try</L>
<L>To glorifie,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e on high,</L>
<L>Fall &s;hort, and lye</L>
<L>Groveling below: Mans giving</L>
<L>Is but re&s;toring by retail with lo&s;s,</L>
<L>What from his God he fir&s;t receiv'd in gro&s;s.</L>
<L>Faith mu&s;t perform the office of invention,</L>
<L>And Elocution &s;truck with apprehen&s;ion.</L>
<L>Of wonder, &s;ilence keep.</L>
<L>Not tongues, but eyes</L>
<L>Lift to the &s;kies</L>
<L>In reverend wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Be&s;t &s;olemnize</L>
<L>This day, whereof the deep</L>
<L>My&s;terious &s;ubject lies out of the teach</L>
<L>Of Wit to learn, much more of Art to teach.</L>
<L>Then write <HI>non ultra</HI> here; Look not for leave</L>
<L>To &s;peak of what thou never can&s;t conceive</L>
<L>Worthily, as thou &s;houlde&s;t:</L>
<L>And it &s;hall be</L>
<L>Enough for thee,</L>
<PB N="48" REF="26">
<L>If none but he</L>
<L>Him&s;elf doth &s;ee,</L>
<L>Though thou can&s;t not, thou woulde&s;t</L>
<L>Make his prai&s;e glorious, who is alone</L>
<L>Thrice ble&s;&s;ed one in three, and three in one.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Invitation.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TUrn in, my Lord, turn in to me;</L>
<L>Mine heart's an homely place;</L>
<L>But thou can&s;t make corruption flee,</L>
<L>And fill it with thy grace.</L>
<L>So furni&s;hed it will be brave,</L>
<L>And a rich dwelling thou &s;halt have.</L>
<L>It was thy lodging once before,</L>
<L>It builded was by thee:</L>
<L>But I to &s;in &s;et ope the door,</L>
<L>It render'd was by me.</L>
<L>And &s;o thy building was defac'd,</L>
<L>And in thy room another plac'd.</L>
<L>But he u&s;urps, the right is thine:</L>
<L>O di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;s him Lord!</L>
<L>Do thou but &s;ay, this heart is mine,</L>
<L>He's gone at the fir&s;t word.</L>
<L>Thy word's thy will, thy will's thy power,</L>
<L>Thy time is always; now's mine hour:</L>
<L>Now &s;ay to &s;in, depart:</L>
<L>And, <HI>&s;on give me thine heart.</HI></L>
<L>Thou, that by &s;aying, <HI>Let it be,</HI> did&s;t make it,</L>
<L>Can&s;t, if thou wilt, by &s;aying, <HI>Give't me,</HI> take it.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Comfort in Extremity.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ALas! my Lord is gone,</L>
<L>Oh my woe!</L>
<PB N="49" REF="26">
<L>It will be mine undoing;</L>
<L>If he go,</L>
<L>I'le run and overtake him:</L>
<L>If he &s;tay,</L>
<L>I'le cry aloud, and make him</L>
<L>Look this way.</L>
<L>O &s;tay, my Lord, my Love, 'tis I;</L>
<L>Comfort me quickly, or I dye.</L>
<L><HI>Cheer up thy drooping &s;pirits,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I am here.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mine all-&s;ufficient merits</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall appear</HI></L>
<L><HI>Before the throne of glory</HI></L>
<L><HI>In thy &s;tead:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'le put into thy &s;tory</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lift up thine eyes, &s;ad &s;oul, and &s;ee</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Saviour here. Lo, I am he.</HI></L>
<L>Alas! &s;hall I pre&s;ent</L>
<L>My &s;infulne&s;s.</L>
<L>To thee? thou wilt re&s;ent</L>
<L>The loth&s;omne&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Be not afraid, I'le take</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy &s;ins on me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all my favour make</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;hine on thee.</HI></L>
<L>Lord, what thou'lt have me, thou mu&s;t make me.</L>
<L><HI>As</HI> I <HI>have made thee, now I take thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Re&s;olutions and A&s;&s;urance.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LOrd, thou wilt love me. Wilt thou not?</L>
<L>Be&s;hrew that not:</L>
<L>It was my &s;in begot</L>
<L>That Que&s;tion fir&s;t: Yes, Lord, thou wilt:</L>
<PB N="50" REF="27">
<L>Thy blood was &s;pilt</L>
<L>To wa&s;h away my guilt,</L>
<L>Lord, I will love thee. Shall I not?</L>
<L>Be&s;hrew that not.</L>
<L>'Twas deaths accur&s;ed plot</L>
<L>To put that que&s;tion: Yes, I will</L>
<L>Lord love thee &s;till,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of all my ill.</L>
<L>Then life, and love continue &s;till</L>
<L>We &s;hall, and will,</L>
<L>My Lord and I, untill,</L>
<L>In his cele&s;tial hill,</L>
<L>We love our fill,</L>
<L>When he hath purged all mime ill.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Vows broken and renewed.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SAid I not &s;o, that I would &s;in no more?</L>
<L>Witne&s;s my God, I did;</L>
<L>Yet I am run again upon the &s;core:</L>
<L>My faults cannot be hid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What &s;hall I do? Make vows, and break them &s;till?</L>
<L>'Twill be but labour lo&s;t;</L>
<L>My good cannot prevail again&s;t mine ill:</L>
<L>The bus'ne&s;s will be cro&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O, &s;ay not &s;o! thou can'&s;t not tell what &s;trength</L>
<L>Thy God may give thee at the length:</L>
<L>Renew thy vows, and if thou keep the la&s;t,</L>
<L>Thy God will pardon all that's pa&s;t.</L>
<L>Vow, whil&s;t thou can&s;t: while thou can&s;t vow, thou may'&s;t</L>
<L>Perhaps perform it, when thou thinke&s;t lea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy God hath not deny'd thee all,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t he permits thee but to call:</L>
<L>Call to thy God for grace to keep</L>
<PB N="51" REF="27">
<L>Thy Vows, and if thou break them weep.</L>
<L>Weep for thy broken vows, and vow again:</L>
<L>Vows made with tears cannot be &s;till in vain.</L>
<L>Then once again</L>
<L>I vow to mend my ways,</L>
<L>Lord, &s;ay, Amen,</L>
<L>And thine be all the prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Confu&s;ion.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O! How my mind</L>
<L>Is gravell'd!</L>
<L>Not a thought,</L>
<L>That I can find,</L>
<L>But's ravell'd</L>
<L>All to nought.</L>
<L>Short ends of threds,</L>
<L>And narrow &s;hreds</L>
<L>Of li&s;ts,</L>
<L>Knots &s;narled ruffs,</L>
<L>Loo&s;e broken tufts</L>
<L>Of twi&s;ts,</L>
<L>Are my torn meditations ragged clothing,</L>
<L>Which wound, and woven &s;hape a &s;ute for nothing&punc;</L>
<L>One while I think, and then I am in pain</L>
<L>To think how to unthink that thought again.</L>
<L>How can my &s;oul</L>
<L>But fami&s;h</L>
<L>With this food?</L>
<L>Plea&s;ures full bowl</L>
<L>Ta&s;ts rami&s;h,</L>
<L>Taints the blood.</L>
<L>Profit picks bones,</L>
<L>And chews on &s;tones</L>
<L>That choak:</L>
<L>Honour climbs hills,</L>
<PB N="52" REF="28">
<L>Fats not, but fills</L>
<L>With &s;moak.</L>
<L>And whil&s;t my thoughts are greedy upon the&s;e,</L>
<L>They pa&s;s by pearls, and &s;toop to pick up pea&s;e.</L>
<L>Such wa&s;h and draff is fit for none but &s;wine:</L>
<L>And &s;uch I am not, Lord, if I am thine.</L>
<L>Clothe me anew, and feed me then afre&s;h:</L>
<L>El&s;e my &s;oul dies fami&s;h'd, and &s;tarv'd with fle&s;h.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>A Paradox.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The wor&s;e the better.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WElcome mine health: this &s;ickne&s;s makes me well.</L>
<L>Medicines adieu:</L>
<L>When with di&s;ea&s;es I have li&s;t to dwell,</L>
<L>I'le wi&s;h for you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Welcome my &s;trength: this weakne&s;s makes me able.</L>
<L>Powers adieu:</L>
<L>When I am weary grown of &s;tanding &s;table,</L>
<L>I'le wi&s;h for you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Welcome my wealth: this lo&s;s hath gain'd me more.</L>
<L>Riches adieu:</L>
<L>When I again grow greedy to be poor,</L>
<L>I'le wi&s;h for you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Welcome my credit: this di&s;grace is glory.</L>
<L>Honours adieu:</L>
<L>When for renown, and fame I &s;hall be &s;orry,</L>
<L>I'le wi&s;h for you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Welcome content: this &s;orrow is my joy.</L>
<L>Plea&s;ures adieu:</L>
<L>When I de&s;ire &s;uch griefs as may annoy,</L>
<L>I le wi&s;h for you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Health, &s;trength, and riches, credit, and content,</L>
<L>Are &s;pared be&s;t, &s;ometimes when they are &s;pent:</L>
<PB N="53" REF="28">
<L>Sickne&s;s and weakne&s;s, lo&s;s, di&s;grace, and &s;orrow,</L>
<L>Lend mo&s;t &s;ometimes, when they mo&s;t &s;eem to borrow</L>
<L>Ble&s;t be the hand, that helps by hurting, gives</L>
<L>By taking, by for&s;aking me relieves.</L>
<L>If in my fall my ri&s;ing be thy will,</L>
<L>Lord, I will &s;ay, <HI>The wor&s;e the better &s;till.</HI></L>
<L>I'le &s;peak the Paradox, maintain thou it,</L>
<L>And let thy grace &s;upply my want of wit.</L>
<L>Leave me no learning that a man may &s;ee,</L>
<L>So I may be a Scholar unto thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Inmates.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AN hou&s;e I had (an heart I mean) &s;o wide</L>
<L>And full of &s;pacious rooms on every &s;ide,</L>
<L>That viewing it I thought I might do well,</L>
<L>Rather than keep it void, and make no gain,</L>
<L>Of what I could not u&s;e, to entertain</L>
<L>Such gue&s;ts as came: I did; but what befel</L>
<L>Me quickly in that cour&s;e, I &s;igh to tell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A gue&s;t I had (alas! I have her &s;till)</L>
<L>A great big-belly'd gue&s;t, enough to fill</L>
<L>The va&s;t content of hell, Corruption.</L>
<L>By entertaining her I lo&s;t my right</L>
<L>To more than all the world hath now in &s;ight.</L>
<L>Each day, each hour almo&s;t, &s;he brought forth one</L>
<L>Or other ba&s;e-begot tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The charge grew great. I, that had lo&s;t before</L>
<L>All that I had, was forced now to &s;core</L>
<L>For all the charges of their maintenance</L>
<L>In dooms-day book: Whoever knew't would &s;ay,</L>
<L>The lea&s;t &s;um there was more than I could pay,</L>
<L>When fir&s;t 'twas due, be&s;ides continuance,</L>
<L>Which could not chu&s;e but much the debt en|hance.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="54" REF="29">
<LG>
<L>To ea&s;e me fir&s;t I wi&s;h'd her to remove:</L>
<L>But &s;he would not. I &s;u'd her then above,</L>
<L>And begg'd the court of heaven, but in vain,</L>
<L>To ca&s;t her out. No, I could not evade</L>
<L>The bargain, which &s;he pleaded I had made,</L>
<L>That, whil&s;t both lived, I &s;hould entertain,</L>
<L>At mine own charge, both her and all her train.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No help then, but or I mu&s;t dye, or &s;he;</L>
<L>And yet my death of no avail would be:</L>
<L>For one death I had dy'd already then,</L>
<L>When fir&s;t &s;he liv'd in me: and now to dye</L>
<L>An<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ther death again were but to tye</L>
<L>And twi&s;t them both into a third, which when</L>
<L>It once hath &s;eiz'd on, never loo&s;eth men.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her death might be my life; but her to kill</L>
<L>I, of my &s;elf, had neither power nor will.</L>
<L>So de&s;p'rate was my ca&s;e. Whil&s;t I delay'd,</L>
<L>My gue&s;t &s;till teem'd, my debts &s;till greater grew;</L>
<L>The le&s;s I had to pay, the more was due.</L>
<L>The more I knew, the more I was afraid:</L>
<L>The more I mus'd, the more I was di&s;maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t I learn'd, there was no way but one:</L>
<L>A friend mu&s;t do it for me. He alone,</L>
<L>That is the Lord of Life, by dying can</L>
<L>Save men from death, and kill corruption:</L>
<L>And many years ago the deed was done,</L>
<L>His heart was piere'd; out of his &s;ide there ran</L>
<L>Sins corro&s;ives, re&s;toratives for man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This precious balm I begg'd, for pities &s;ake,</L>
<L>At mercies gate: where Faith alone may take,</L>
<L>What Grace and Truth do offer lib'rally.</L>
<L>Bounty &s;aid, Come, I heard it, and believed;</L>
<L>None ever there complain'd, but was relieved.</L>
<PB N="55" REF="29">
<L>Hope waiting upon faith &s;aid in&s;tantly,</L>
<L>That thenceforth I &s;hould live, Corruption dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And &s;o &s;he dy'd, I live. But yet, alas!</L>
<L>We are not parted: She is where &s;he was,</L>
<L>Cleaves fa&s;t unto me &s;till, looks through mine eyes,</L>
<L>Speaks in my tongue, and mu&s;eth in my mind,</L>
<L>Works with mine hands: her body's left behind,</L>
<L>Although her &s;oul be gone. My mi&s;eries</L>
<L>All flow from hence: from hence my woes ari&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I loath my &s;elf, becau&s;e I leave her not:</L>
<L>Yet cannot leave her. No, &s;he is my lot,</L>
<L>Now being dead, that living was my choice:</L>
<L>And &s;till, though dead, &s;he both conceives and bears</L>
<L>Many faults daily, and as many fears:</L>
<L>All which for vengeance call with a loud voice,</L>
<L>And drown my comforts with a deadly noi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dead bodies kept unbury'd quickly &s;tink,</L>
<L>And putrefie: How can I then but think</L>
<L>Corruption noy&s;om, even mortifi'd?</L>
<L>Though &s;uch &s;he were before, yet &s;uch to me</L>
<L>She &s;eemed not. Kind fools can never &s;ee,</L>
<L>Or will not credit, untill they have try'd,</L>
<L>That friendly looks oft fal&s;e intents do hide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But mortifi'd Corruption lies unmaskt,</L>
<L>Blabs her own &s;ecret, filthine&s;s unaskt,</L>
<L>To all that under&s;tand her. That do none,</L>
<L>In whom &s;he lives embraced with delight:</L>
<L>She fir&s;t of all deprives them of their &s;ight:</L>
<L>Then doat they on her, as upon their own,</L>
<L>And &s;he to them &s;eems beautiful alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But wo is me! One part of me is dead:</L>
<L>The other lives. Yet that which lives is led,</L>
<L>Or rather carry'd captive unto &s;in,</L>
<L>By the dead part. I am a living grave,</L>
<L>And a dead body I within me have.</L>
<PB N="56" REF="30">
<L>The wor&s;e part of the better oft doth win:</L>
<L>And when I &s;hould have ended, I begin.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;ent would choak me, were it not that grace</L>
<L>Sometimes vouch&s;afeth to perfume the place</L>
<L>With odours of the Spirit, which do ea&s;e me,</L>
<L>And counterpoi&s;e Corruption. Ble&s;&s;ed Spirit,</L>
<L>Although eternal torments be my merit,</L>
<L>And of my &s;elf Tran&s;gre&s;&s;ions only plea&s;e me,</L>
<L>Add grace enough being reviv'd, to rai&s;e me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Challenge thine own. Let not intruders hold</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy right, what to my wrong I &s;old.</L>
<L>Having no &s;tate my &s;elf, but tenancy,</L>
<L>And tenancy at will, what could I grant</L>
<L>That is not voided, if thou &s;ay, avant!</L>
<L>O &s;peak the word, and make the&s;e inmates flee:</L>
<L>Or, which is one, take me to dwell with thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Curb.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PEace, rebel thought: do&s;t thou not know thy King,</L>
<L>My God, is here?</L>
<L>Cannot his pre&s;ence, if no other thing,</L>
<L>Make thee forbear?</L>
<L>Or were he ab&s;ent, all the &s;tanders by</L>
<L>Are but his &s;pies:</L>
<L>And well he knows, if thou &s;hould'&s;t it deny,</L>
<L>Thy words were lies.</L>
<L>If others will not, yet I mu&s;t, and will,</L>
<L>My &s;elf complain.</L>
<L>My God, ev'n now a ba&s;e rebellious thought</L>
<L>Began to move,</L>
<L>And &s;ubt'ly twining with me would have wrought</L>
<L>Me from thy love:</L>
<L>Fain he would have me to believe, that &s;in,</L>
<L>And thou might both</L>
<PB N="57" REF="30">
<L>Take up my heart together for your Inn,</L>
<L>And neither lothe</L>
<L>The others company: a while &s;it &s;till,</L>
<L>And part again.</L>
<L>Tell me, my God, how this may be redre&s;t.</L>
<L>The fault is great,</L>
<L>And I the guilty party have confe&s;t,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t be beat.</L>
<L>And I refu&s;e not puni&s;hment for this,</L>
<L>Though to my pain:</L>
<L>So I may learn to do no more ami&s;s,</L>
<L>Nor &s;in again:</L>
<L>Correct me, if thou wilt; but teach me then</L>
<L>What I &s;hall do.</L>
<L>Lord of my life, methinks I heard thee &s;ay,</L>
<L>That labour's eas'd:</L>
<L>The fault, that is confe&s;t, is done away,</L>
<L>And thou art pleas'd.</L>
<L>How can I &s;in again, and wrong thee then,</L>
<L>That do'&s;t relent,</L>
<L>And cea&s;e thine anger &s;traight, as &s;oon as men</L>
<L>Do but repent?</L>
<L>No, rebel thought; for if thou move again,</L>
<L>I'le tell that too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Lo&s;s.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe match is made</L>
<L>Between my Love and me:</L>
<L>And therefore glad,</L>
<L>And merry now I'le be.</L>
<L>Come glory, crown</L>
<L>My head,</L>
<L>And plea&s;ures drown</L>
<L>My bed</L>
<PB N="58" REF="31">
<L>Of thorns in down.</L>
<L>Sorrow, be gone;</L>
<L>Delight,</L>
<L>And joy alone</L>
<L>Befit</L>
<L>My honey Moon.</L>
<L>Be packing now,</L>
<L>You cumb'rous cares, and fears:</L>
<L>Mirth will allow</L>
<L>Now room to &s;ighs and tears.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thus I lay,</L>
<L>As ravi&s;ht with delight,</L>
<L>I heard one &s;ay,</L>
<L>So fools their friends requite.</L>
<L>I knew the voice</L>
<L>My Lords,</L>
<L>And at the noi&s;e</L>
<L>His words</L>
<L>Did make, aro&s;e.</L>
<L>I look'd, and &s;py'd,</L>
<L>Each where,</L>
<L>And loudly cry'd,</L>
<L>My dear,</L>
<L>But none reply'd:</L>
<L>Then to my grief</L>
<L>I found my love was gone,</L>
<L>Without relief,</L>
<L>Leaving me all alone.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Search.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHither, Oh! whither is my Lord departed?</L>
<L>What can my love, that is &s;o tender-hearted,</L>
<L>For&s;ake the &s;oul, which once he thorow darted,</L>
<L>As if it never &s;marted?</L>
</LG>
<PB N="59" REF="31">
<LG>
<L>No, &s;ure my love is here, if I could find him:</L>
<L>He that fils all can leave no place behind him.</L>
<L>But oh! my &s;en&s;es are too weak to wind him:</L>
<L>Or el&s;e I do not mind him.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O no, I mind him not &s;o as I ought;</L>
<L>Nor &s;eek him &s;o as I by him was &s;ought,</L>
<L>When I had lo&s;t my &s;elf: he dearly bought</L>
<L>Me, that was &s;old for nought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But I have wounded him, that made me &s;ound&punc;</L>
<L>Lo&s;t him again, by whom I fir&s;t was found:</L>
<L>Him, that exalted me, have ca&s;t to th' ground;</L>
<L>my &s;ins his blood have drown'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tell me, oh! tell me, (thou alone can&s;t tell)</L>
<L>Lord of my life, where thou art gone to dwell:</L>
<L>For in thy ab&s;enceh eav'n if &s;elf is hell:</L>
<L>Without thee none is well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or, if thou bee&s;t not gone, but only hide&s;t</L>
<L>Thy pre&s;ence in the place where thou abide&s;t,</L>
<L>Teach me the &s;acred art, which thou provide&s;t</L>
<L>For all them whom thou guide&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To &s;eek and find thee by. El&s;e here Ile lye,</L>
<L>Until thou find me. If thou let me dye,</L>
<L>That only unto thee for life to cry,</L>
<L>Thou dy'&s;t as well as I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For, if thou live in me, and I in thee,</L>
<L>Then either both alive, or dead mu&s;t be:</L>
<L>At lea&s;t I'le lay my death on thee, and &s;ee</L>
<L>If thou wilt not agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For, though thou be the Judge thy &s;elf, I have</L>
<L>Thy promi&s;e for it, which thou can&s;t not wave,</L>
<L>That who &s;alvation at thine hands do crave,</L>
<L>Thou wilt not fall to &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="60" REF="32">
<LG>
<L>Oh! &s;eek, and find me then; or el&s;e deny</L>
<L>Thy truth, thy &s;elf. O! thou can&s;t not lye,</L>
<L>Shew thy &s;elf con&s;tant to thy word, draw nigh.</L>
<L>Find me. Lo, here I lye.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Return.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LO, now my love appears;</L>
<L>My tears</L>
<L>Have clear'd mine eyes: I &s;ee</L>
<L>'Tis he.</L>
<L>Thanks, ble&s;&s;ed Lord, thine ab&s;ence was my hell;</L>
<L>And, now thou art returned, I am well.</L>
<L>By this I &s;ee I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Not tru&s;t</L>
<L>My joys unto my &s;elf:</L>
<L>This &s;helf</L>
<L>Of too &s;ecure, and too pre&s;umptuous plea&s;ure</L>
<L>Had almo&s;t &s;unk my &s;hip, and drown'd my trea&s;ure.</L>
<L>Who would have thought a joy</L>
<L>So coy</L>
<L>To be offended &s;o,</L>
<L>And go</L>
<L>So &s;uddenly away? As if enjoying</L>
<L>Full plea&s;ure and contentment, were anoying,</L>
<L>Hereafter I had need</L>
<L>Take heed.</L>
<L>Joys, among&s;t other things,</L>
<L>Have wings,</L>
<L>And watch their opportunities of flight,</L>
<L>Converting in a moment day to night.</L>
<L>But, is't enough for me</L>
<L>To be</L>
<L>In&s;tructed to be wi&s;e?</L>
<L>I'le ri&s;e,</L>
<PB N="61" REF="32">
<L>And read a lecture unto them that are</L>
<L>Willing to learn, how comfort dwels with care.</L>
<L>He that his joys wou'd keep,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t weep;</L>
<L>And in the brine of tears,</L>
<L>And fears,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t pickle them. That powder will pre&s;erve:</L>
<L>Faith with repentance is the &s;ouls con&s;erve.</L>
<L>Learn to make much of care:</L>
<L>A rare</L>
<L>And precious bal&s;am 'tis</L>
<L>For bli&s;s;</L>
<L>Which oft re&s;ides, where mirth with &s;orrow meets:</L>
<L>Heavenly joys on earth are bitter-&s;weets.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Inundations.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WE talk of <HI>Noahs</HI> flood, as of a wonder;</L>
<L>And well we may;</L>
<L>The Scriptures &s;ay,</L>
<L>The water did prevail, the hills were under,</L>
<L>And nothing could be &s;een but &s;ea.</L>
<L>And yet there are two other floods &s;urpa&s;s</L>
<L>That flood as far,</L>
<L>As heav'n one &s;tar,</L>
<L>Which many men regard as little, as</L>
<L>The ordinary'&s;t things that are.</L>
<L>The one is &s;in, the other is &s;alvation:</L>
<L>And we mu&s;t need</L>
<L>Confe&s;s indeed,</L>
<L>That either is an inundation,</L>
<L>Which doth the deluge far exceed.</L>
<L>In <HI>Noahs</HI> flood he and his hou&s;hold liv'd:</L>
<L>And there abode</L>
<L>A whole Ark-load.</L>
<PB N="62" REF="33">
<L>Of other creatures, that were then repriev'd:</L>
<L>All &s;afely on the waters rode.</L>
<L>But, when &s;in came, it overflowed all,</L>
<L>And left none free:</L>
<L>Nay even he,</L>
<L>That knew no &s;in, could not relea&s;e my thrall,</L>
<L>But that he was made &s;in for me;</L>
<L>And, when &s;alvation came, my Saviours blood</L>
<L>Drown'd &s;in again,</L>
<L>With all its train</L>
<L>Of evils, overflowing them with good,</L>
<L>With good that ever &s;hall remain.</L>
<L>O, let there be one other inundation,</L>
<L>Let grace o'reflow</L>
<L>In my &s;oul &s;o,</L>
<L>That thankfulne&s;s may level with &s;alvation,</L>
<L>And &s;orrow &s;in may over-grow.</L>
<L>Then will I prai&s;e my Lord and Saviour &s;o,</L>
<L>That Angels &s;hall</L>
<L>Admire mans fall,</L>
<L>When they &s;hall &s;ee Gods greate&s;t glory grow,</L>
<L>Where Satan thought too root out all.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Sin.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SIn, I would fain define thee: but thou art</L>
<L>And uncouth thing:</L>
<L>All that I bring</L>
<L>To &s;hew thee fully, &s;hews thee but in part.</L>
<L>I call thee the transgre&s;&s;ion of the Law,</L>
<L>And yet I read,</L>
<L>That &s;in is dead</L>
<L>Without the Law; and thence it &s;trength doth draw.</L>
<PB N="63" REF="33">
<L>I &s;ay thou art the &s;ling of death. 'Tis true:</L>
<L>And yet I find</L>
<L>Death comes behind:</L>
<L>The work is done before the pay be due.</L>
<L>I &s;ay thou art the devils work; Yet he</L>
<L>Should much rather</L>
<L>Call thee Father:</L>
<L>For he had been no devil but for thee.</L>
<L>What &s;hall I call thee then? If death and devil,</L>
<L>Right under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Be names too good,</L>
<L>I'le &s;ay thou art the quinte&s;&s;ence of evil.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Travels at home.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OFt have I wi&s;h'd a traveller to be:</L>
<L>Mine eyes did even itch the &s;ights to &s;ee,</L>
<L>That I had heard and read of. Oft I have</L>
<L>Been greedy of occa&s;ion, as the grave,</L>
<L>That never &s;ays enough; yet &s;till was cro&s;t,</L>
<L>When opportunities had promis'd mo&s;t.</L>
<L>At la&s;t I &s;aid, what mean'&s;t thou, wandring elf,</L>
<L>To &s;traggle thus? Go travel fir&s;t thy &s;elf.</L>
<L>Thy little world can &s;hew thee wonders great:</L>
<L>The greater may have more, but not more neat</L>
<L>And curious pieces. Search, and thou &s;halt find</L>
<L>Enough to talk of. If thou wilt, thy mind</L>
<L><HI>Europe</HI> &s;upplies, and <HI>A&s;ia</HI> thy will,</L>
<L>And <HI>Africk</HI> thy affections. And if &s;till</L>
<L>Thou li&s;t to travel further, put thy &s;en&s;es</L>
<L>For both the <HI>Indies.</HI> Make no more pretences,</L>
<L>Of new di&s;coveries, whil&s;t yet thine own,</L>
<L>And neare&s;t, little world is &s;till unknown.</L>
<L>Away then with thy quadrants, compa&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Globes, tables, cards, and maps, and minute gla&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>Lay by thy journals, and thy diaries,</L>
<L>Clo&s;e up thine anuals, and thine hi&s;tories.</L>
<PB N="64" REF="34">
<L>Study thy &s;elf, and read what thou ha&s;t writ</L>
<L>In thine own book, thy con&s;cience. Is it fit</L>
<L>To labour after other knowledge &s;o,</L>
<L>And thine own neare&s;t, deare&s;t, &s;elf not know?</L>
<L>Travels abroad both dear and dang'rous are,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t oft the &s;oul pays for the bodies fare:</L>
<L>Travels at home are cheap, and &s;afe. Salvation,</L>
<L>Comes mounted on the wings of meditation.</L>
<L><HI>He that doth live at home, and learns to know</HI></L>
<L><HI>God and him&s;elf, needeth no further go.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>The Journey.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LIfe is a journey. From our mothers wombs,</L>
<L>As hou&s;es, we &s;et out: and in our tombs,</L>
<L>As Inns, we re&s;t, till it be time to ri&s;e.</L>
<L>'Twixt rocks and gulfs our narrow foot-path lies:</L>
<L>Haughty pre&s;umption and hell-deep de&s;pair</L>
<L>Make our way dangerous, though &s;eeming fair.</L>
<L>The world with its inticements &s;leek any &s;ly,</L>
<L>Slabbers our &s;teps, and makes them &s;lippery.</L>
<L>The fle&s;h, with its corruptions, cloggs our feet,</L>
<L>And burdens us with loads of lu&s;ts unmeet.</L>
<L>The devil, where we tread, doth &s;pread his &s;nares,</L>
<L>And with temptations takes us unawares.</L>
<L>Our foot&s;teps are our thoughts, our words, our works.</L>
<L>The&s;e carry us along; in the&s;e there lurks</L>
<L>Envy, lu&s;t, avarice, ambition,</L>
<L>The crooked turnings to perdition.</L>
<L>One while we creep among&s;t the thorny brakes</L>
<L>Of worldly profits; and the devil takes</L>
<L>Delight to &s;ee us pierce our &s;elves with &s;orrow</L>
<L>To day, by thinking what might be to morrow.</L>
<L>Another while we wade, and wallow in</L>
<L>Puddles of Plea&s;ure; and we never lin</L>
<L>Dawbing our &s;elves with dirty damn'd delights,</L>
<L>Till &s;elf-begotten pain our plea&s;ure frights.</L>
<PB N="65" REF="34">
<L>Sometimes we &s;cramble to get up the banks</L>
<L>Of icy honour; and we break our ranks</L>
<L>To &s;tep before our fellows; though, they &s;ay,</L>
<L>He &s;oone&s;t tireth, that &s;till leads the way.</L>
<L>Sometimes, when others ju&s;tle and provoke us,</L>
<L>We &s;tir that du&s;t our &s;elves, that &s;erves to choak us;</L>
<L>And rai&s;e tho&s;e tempe&s;ts of contention, which</L>
<L>Blow us be&s;ide the way into the ditch.</L>
<L>Our minds &s;hould be our guides: but they are blind,</L>
<L>Our wills out-run our wits, or lag behind.</L>
<L>Our furious pa&s;&s;ions, like unbridled jades,</L>
<L>Hurry us headlong to th' infernal &s;hades.</L>
<L>If God be not our guide, our guard, our friend,</L>
<L>Eternal death will be our journeys end.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ejaculation">
<HEAD>Engines.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MEn often find, when nature's at a &s;tand,</L>
<L>And hath in vain try'd all her utmo&s;t &s;trength,</L>
<L>That Art, her Ape, can reach her out an hand,</L>
<L>To pierce her powers with to a full length.</L>
<L>And may not grace have means enough in &s;tore,</L>
<L>Wherewith to do as much as that, and more?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She may: She hath engines of ev'ry kind,</L>
<L>To work what Art and Nature, when they view,</L>
<L>Stupendious miracles of wonder find,</L>
<L>And yet mu&s;t need sacknowledge to be true;</L>
<L>So far tran&s;cending all their pow'r and might,</L>
<L>That they &s;tand ev'n amazed at the &s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take but three in&s;tances; faith, hope, and love.</L>
<L>Souls help'd by the per&s;pective gla&s;s of faith</L>
<L>Are able to perceive what is above</L>
<L>The reach of rea&s;on: yea the Scripture &s;aith,</L>
<L>Ev'n him that is invi&s;ible behold,</L>
<L>And future things, as if they'd been of old.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="66" REF="35">
<LG>
<L>Faith looks into the &s;ecret Cabinet</L>
<L>Of Gods eternal Coun&s;els, and doth &s;ee</L>
<L>Such my&s;teries of glory there, as &s;et</L>
<L>Believing hearts on longing, till they be</L>
<L>Transform'd to the &s;ame image, and appear</L>
<L>So altered, as if them&s;elves were there.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Faith can rai&s;e earth to heaven, or draw down</L>
<L>Heaven to earth, make both extreams to meet</L>
<L>Felicity and mi&s;ery, can crown</L>
<L>Reproach with honour, &s;ea&s;on &s;owre with &s;weet.</L>
<L>Nothing's impo&s;&s;ible to faith: a man</L>
<L>May do all things that he believes he can.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hope founded upon faith can rai&s;e the heart</L>
<L>Above it &s;elf in expectation</L>
<L>Of what the &s;oul de&s;ireth &s;or its part:</L>
<L>Then, when its time of tran&s;migration</L>
<L>Is delay'd longe&s;t, yet as patiently</L>
<L>To wait, as if't were an&s;wer'd by and by.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When grief unwieldy grows, hope can abate</L>
<L>The bulk to what proportion it will:</L>
<L>So that a large circumference of late</L>
<L>A little centre &s;hall not reach to fill.</L>
<L>Nor that, which gyant-like before did &s;trout,</L>
<L>Be able with a pigmey's pace t' hold out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hope can di&s;per&s;e the thicke&s;t clouds of night,</L>
<L>That fear hath over&s;pread the &s;oul withal,</L>
<L>And make the darke&s;t &s;hadows &s;hine as bright,</L>
<L>As the Sun-beams &s;pread on a &s;ilver wall.</L>
<L>Sin-&s;haken &s;ouls Hope anchor-like holds &s;teady,</L>
<L>When &s;torm, and tempe&s;ts make them more than giddy.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="67" REF="35">
<LG>
<L>Love led by faith, and fed with hope, is able</L>
<L>To travel through the worlds wide wilderne&s;s;</L>
<L>And burdens &s;eeming mo&s;t intolerable</L>
<L>Both to take up, and bear with chearfulne&s;s.</L>
<L>To do, or &s;uffer, what appears in &s;ight</L>
<L>Extreamly heavy, love will make mo&s;t light.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yea, what by men is done, or &s;uffered,</L>
<L>Either for God, or el&s;e for one another,</L>
<L>Though in it &s;elf it be much blemi&s;hed</L>
<L>With many imperfections, which &s;mother,</L>
<L>And drown the worth, and weight of it; yet, fall</L>
<L>What will, or can, love makes amends for all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Love doth unite, and knit, both make, and keep</L>
<L>Things one together, which were otherwi&s;e,</L>
<L>Or would be both divers, and di&s;tant. Deep,</L>
<L>High, long and broad, or what&s;oever &s;ize</L>
<L>Eternity is of, or happine&s;s,</L>
<L>Love comprehends it all, be't more, or le&s;s.</L>
<L>Give me this threefold cord of graces then,</L>
<L>Faith hope and love, let them po&s;&s;e&s;s mine heart,</L>
<L>And gladly I'le re&s;ign to other men</L>
<L>All I can claim by nature, or by art.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To mount a &s;oul, and make it &s;till &s;tand &s;table,</L>
<L>The&s;e are alone Engines incomparable.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB N="68" REF="36">
<HEAD>To my Reverend Friend, The Author of the <HI>SYNAGOG&V;E.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>I Lov'd you for your <HI>Synagogue,</HI> before</L>
<L>I knew your per&s;on; but now love you more;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I find</L>
<L>It is &s;o true a picture of your mind:</L>
<L>Which tunes your &s;acred lyre</L>
<L>To that eternal quire,</L>
<L>Where holy <HI>Herbert</HI> &s;its</L>
<L>(O &s;hame to prophane wits!)</L>
<L>And &s;ings his and your Anthems, to the prai&s;e</L>
<L>Of him that is the fir&s;t and la&s;t of days.</L>
<L>The&s;e holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth:</L>
<L>For they can rai&s;e &s;ad &s;ouls above the earth,</L>
<L>And fix them there</L>
<L>Free from the worlds anxieties and fear.</L>
<L><HI>Herbert</HI> and you have pow'r</L>
<L>To do this: ev'ry hour</L>
<L>I read you kills a &s;in,</L>
<L>Or lets a virtue in</L>
<L>To fight again&s;t it; and the Holy Gho&s;t</L>
<L>Supports my frailties, le&s;t the day be lo&s;t.</L>
<L>This holy war, taught by your happy pen,</L>
<L>The Prince of Peace approves. When we poor men</L>
<L>Neglect our arms,</L>
<L>W'are circumve&s;ted with a world of harms.</L>
<L>But I will watch, and ward,</L>
<L>And &s;tand upon my guard,</L>
<L>And &s;till con&s;ult with you,</L>
<L>And <HI>Herbert,</HI> and renew</L>
<L>My vows, and &s;ay, well fare his, and your heart,</L>
<L>The Fountains of &s;uch Sacred Wit and Art.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Iz. Wa.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB N="69" REF="36">
<HEAD>To his Ingenious Friend, The Author of the <HI>SYNAGOG&V;E,</HI> UPON HIS Additional <HI>Church-&V;ten&s;ils.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>SO the cheap Touch-&s;tone's bold</L>
<L>To que&s;tion the more noble gold;</L>
<L>As I, at your command,</L>
<L>Put forth my blu&s;hing hand</L>
<L>To try the&s;e Raptures, &s;ent to my poor Te&s;t;</L>
<L>But &s;ince your Que&s;tion's, Are they like the re&s;t?</L>
<L>I &s;ay they are the be&s;t:</L>
<L>That once conceiv'd, the other is confe&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But Sir, now they are here,</L>
<L>For to prevent a female jeer,</L>
<L>Thus much affirm I do,</L>
<L>They'r like the father too;</L>
<L>And you like him who&s;e &s;ublime paths you tread,</L>
<L><HI>Herbert!</HI> to be like whom, who'd not be dead?</L>
<L><HI>Herbert!</HI> whom when I read,</L>
<L>I &s;toop at &s;tars that &s;hine below my head.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="70" REF="37">
<LG>
<L><HI>Herbert;</HI> who&s;e every &s;train</L>
<L>Twi&s;ts holy brea&s;ts with happy brain</L>
<L>So that who &s;trives to be</L>
<L>As elegant as he,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t climb mount <HI>Calv'ry</HI> for <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> hill,</L>
<L>And in his Saviours &s;ides baptize his Quill;</L>
<L>A Jordan fit t' in&s;till</L>
<L>A Saint-like &s;tyle; back'd with an angels &s;kill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He was our <HI>Solomon,</HI></L>
<L>And you are our Centurion;</L>
<L>Our Temple him we owe,</L>
<L>Our Synagogue to you:</L>
<L>Where if your Piety &s;o much allow</L>
<L>That &s;tructure with the&s;e ornaments t' endow,</L>
<L>All good men will avow,</L>
<L>Your Syn'gogue, built before, is furni&s;h't now.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. L.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB N="71" REF="37">
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>WHile I read your lines, methinks I &s;py</L>
<L>Churches, and Church-men, and the old Hie|rarchy</L>
<L>What potent charms are the&s;e! You have the knac<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>To make men young again, and fetch time back.</L>
<L>I've lo&s;t what was be&s;tow'd on <HI>Judah</HI>'s prince,</L>
<L>And am now where I was thrice five years &s;ince.</L>
<L>The mid-&s;pace &s;hrunk to nothing, Manners, Men,</L>
<L>And Times, and all look ju&s;t as they did then.</L>
<L>Rubbi&s;h and ruin's vani&s;h'd, every where</L>
<L>Order and comline&s;s afre&s;h appear.</L>
<L>What cannot Poets do? They change with ca&s;e</L>
<L>The face of things, and lead us as they plea&s;e.</L>
<L>Yet here's no fiction neither. We may &s;ee</L>
<L>The Poet Prophet, his Ver&s;e Hi&s;torie.</L>
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<CLOSER><DATELINE><DATE><HI>Jan.</HI> 1. 1654.</DATE></DATELINE>
<SIGNED>A. S.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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