Miscellaneous works of George Wither

Wither, George (1588-1667)

THE TWO INCOMPARABLE GENERALISSIMO'S of the world, with their Armies briefly described and embattailed, visibly and invisibly opposing each other.

The dark Lantern,

WESTROW REVIVED.

AN IMPROVEMENT Of Imprisonment, Into Real Freedom; Of Disgrace, Into Honest Reputation; Of Poverty, Into Perdurable Riches; Evidenced in a few Crums & Scraps Lately found in a PRISONERS-BASKET AT NEVV GATE;

[HE, who, five thousand hungry Souls had fed]

THE AUTHOR OF THESE Fragments, TO THE Humble, the Poor in Spirit, and to all those Afflicted-Ones, who disdain not these CRUMMS.

George Wither, to his Friends, who have inquired after him, since the late seizure of his Person, Books and Papers.

George Wither, His first Meditation, upon his Commitment to Newgate, Aug. 22. For his Poem called Vox Vulgi, neither Published nor Finished.

To the City of London.

Another Meditation, (or Ballad as the World perhaps, will call it) composed by the same Prisoner since his Commitment to Newgate.

A Return, in Answer to some of them, who sent to know how it fares with me in my Imprisonment.

A Pass-By, in Relation to those, who seem offended at my Frequent-Scriblings, as they call them.

George Wither's Appollogy for composing the Poem called Vox Vulgi; being a Welcome home from the Counties, Citties and Burroughs, to their Prevaricating Members; saving the honour of the House of Commons, and of every faithfull and discreet Individual member thereof; which Poem was surprised before quite finished.

Another Meditation in Newgate, somewhat alluding to this old verse in Seneca, Nunquam non Potest, esse Virtuti locus. Which implies, that no Place, or Time can disadvantage an Honest-man.

A Meditation, occasioned by the same Prisoners calling to mind, Jeremies Prophecie to Ebed-melech, the Blackmore, Jerem. 39. 15.

An Antidote against Fear, composed upon the Citizens being unexpectedly in Arms, Sept. 28. 1661. at night.

A short Excuse, rendering some Reasons why this Prisoner makes no Adresses for his Release, to great Persons for their Favour in his Cause.

A Composure, for his private Refreshment made by the same Prisoner, upon considering the sad outward Condition of his Dearest Relations in the Flesh: after which is added the Narrative of a sudden distemper thereupon ensuing.

Another Spiritual Song composed, by occasion of the last mentioned Distemper.

A Meditation whilst he was taking a Pipe of Tobbacco.

A Hint, of that, which may hereafter (if not despised) conduce to the Setling of Peace and Concord in Church and State.

A Hymn of Thanksgiving to Almighty GOD;

A Penitential Hymn, composed by occasion of a Dream the 19th. of Octob. 1661. about Midnight.

A Requiem to the Soul.

A Meditation upon the many Prodigies and Apparitions, which are mentioned by Publick writing, or common Fame.

A Riddle for Recreation, not impertinent to this Place.

A Proclamation made by this Prisoner, with the advise of his Privy Counsel, the Muses.

A Concluding Epigram.

A Post-script to the Readers.

An Appendix in Relation to what concerns his Wife.

The Authors Dream, the night before the Imprinting of this Book, and (as he believes) the true Interpretation thereof.

Tuba-Pacifica.

Sigh for the Pitchers:

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AN IMPROVEMENT Of Imprisonment, Into Real Freedom; Of Disgrace, Into Honest Reputation; Of Poverty, Into Perdurable Riches; Evidenced in a few Crums & Scraps Lately found in a PRISONERS-BASKET AT NEVV GATE;

And Saved together, by a Visitant of Oppressed Prisoners, for the refreshing of himself and those who are either in a worse Prison, or (who loathing the dainties of the Flesh) hunger and thirst after Righteousness.

[HE, who, five thousand hungry Souls had fed]

HE, who, five thousand hungry Souls had fed
With two small Fishes, and five Loaves of Bread,
Would have the Fragments sav'd: for, that is sweet
To some, which others trample under feet;
This Prisoners late Experiments may be,
Of use to them, who know much more than he:
For, men to credit those, are soonest mov'd;
Whose Words to be sincere, by Deeds, are prov'd.

By GEORGE WITHER.

THE AUTHOR OF THESE Fragments, TO THE Humble, the Poor in Spirit, and to all those Afflicted-Ones, who disdain not these CRUMMS.

Experience, though to Fools it Mistris be
Oft, makes men Wise; For, some effects on me
To that end it hath had: & though with mocks
Most entertain my Triple-Paradox,
It will, by what ensues (I hope) appear
That, Truths, by me, therein averred were;
And, that, whatever shall succeed thereon,
My Words, and Actions, do concurr in One.

Those few, who did here visit me, in love,
Seem'd, with so much contentment to approve
Their homely Entertainment with these Scraps,
That, they were pocketed; and some, perhaps,

Them, will Communicate: Which if they do,
So let it be, and much good do't them too:
I wish, for their sakes, that they better were,
But, if, as they did mine, their hearts they cheere,
I, may to Constancy, encouraged be
By their Example, more than they by me
At present are; and mutual Ayd's, ere long,
Shall make the weakest of us, to grow strong;
For, by GOD's Providence, (not seldom) springs
Noblest Effects, from most contemned things.
“Let, all, who of these Fragments, Coppies had
“These Lines (to be perfixt before them) add.

CAPTIVITY IMPROVED INTO FREEDOM By the Grace of GOD.

George Wither, to his Friends, who have inquired after him, since the late seizure of his Person, Books and Papers.

VVhere I now am, you much desire to hear,
What, I am blam'd for; what,
I want, or fear;
Which, this will briefly tell you: I am well,
(In Purgatory, between Heaven and Hell.)
My Fact, (which I acknowledge, in good sooth,
May some offend) is only writing Truth;
And, that is, in prevaricating times,
Much more offensive, then some hainous Crimes.

I nothing Want, that's truly needful, save
Due thankfulness to GOD, for what I have,
Who hitherto, in an unusual wise,
Without my care, vouchsafeth me supplies;

Which hereby, I acknowledge, to this end,
That, others may in straits, on him depend.
All, I need now to fear, is, that before
I shall be freed, I way be made so poor
The Messenger, will hardly get his fees,
Or, that the Remnant of a Loaf and Cheese,
Which at my now forsaken Chamber lies,
Will mouldy be, or eaten by the Mise.

I do not fear, that what I have exprest
Or published, will not abide the Test,
Unless my Judges, do, by looking back
The Gen'ral-Pardon, ineffectual make:
For, that, which I last wrote, was but fruit torn
Out of the Mothers Womb before 'twas born,
Which, whether Life, or Death receive it should,
No man with certainty, determine could;
And, if (according unto my Appeals)
That, which I purpos'd for the Publick-weal,
And honor of the King, may be perused
Intirely, and not palpably abused,
By taking from, or adding thereunto,
I do defie the worst, this World can do;
Well knowing, that, if she conceal what's done,
From Publick view, yet passeth doomes thereon
Which may be to my wrong, 'twill be reveal'd
And judg'd by GOD, to whom I have appeal'd.

Though now there be not left with me, one Line
Of what I last wrote, I no whit repine:
For, Providence will further my intent,
Thereby, much better, than the course I meant;
Or, else will raise up, if that be calcin'd,
A sprightlier Product of the self-same kind,
Which to obliterate, none shall presume,
Nor time abolish, nor the flame consume,

Till it hath took effect to that good end,
For which I did at first, the same intend;
And, Joseph-like, when I shall tried be,
Either the King, or GOD, will set me free,
To whose Free-mercies only, I appeal
Ev'n in those things, which I intended well:
For, extream Justice, is a dreadful thing,
Whether pronounc'd by GOD, or by a King:
And, otherwhile, men of an upright-way,
Permitted are, in somethings to mis-say,
That Spirits may be tri'd, and those things known
Which are of GOD, from that, which is our own.

I have not purposely, one Paper hid
To cloake the worst, that er'e I said or did;
And if men would but at my frailties wink,
I'le tell them, when they please, ev'n all I think,
Although against my Life it might offend
So, their Demands to publick wellfare tend:
For, to that purpose, if it needful were,
I dare say more, than many dare to hear,
(As would be known by what is now surpriz'd,
might it be read in publick, undisguis'd)
Yet, not exceed my limits ne'r-theless,
Or, bounds of Reason, or of Soberness.

I have discharg'd my Conscience, as I thought
The present times required that I ought,
Considering, that otherwise, such Tools
May be of use; and, men reputed Fools
Speak things, as pertinently in some cases
As they, who are imployd in Wise mens places.
I am not ignorant, with what disdain
Our Pantaloons my Poems entertain;
Nor ought displeased, that what I have writ
Seem'd Frothy-stuffe, unto a Flashy-wit,

My sowr Herbs are as pleasing to some pallats
As Apricocks, Muskmillions, or sweet Sallets
To wanton Appetites; and wholsomer
Than that, wherein they more delighted are.
My Verse, to them, seems Vanity to be;
So seem They, and all Earthly things to me.
By them, I numbred with Phanaticks am,
And they, by me, reputed are the same.
My Muse, harsh sounds unto their ears applies,
Their Manners do as much offend mine eyes;
And, if I merit Punishment, who chid them
For things misdone, what merit they who did them?
Should none Reprove, but persons wholly free
From Sinfulness, no Sin Reprov'd should be;
And where our general Reproofs offend,
Few men, their private Errors will amend.

All that is in my Thoughts, my Words or Deeds
Approvable, from GOD's free Grace proceeds,
And none deserveth blame, but I alone
(If I do) for what now is thought misdone.
Yet, come not at me, till you may be sure
Your Visits may no detriment procure
Unto your selves; for (though that I am zealous
Of publick Safety) many are so jealous
Of our Sincerity, whom they shall find
From them, in some things, of a diff'ring mind,
That they, who walk by Gospel and by Law,
May chance to suffer like Jack Fletcher's Daw,
Which taken among Pigeons, Pies and Crowes
For whom a Net was laid, did speed like those:
And, to help keep an Innocent from starving
May censur'd be, by some an Ill-deserving,
Which paradventure may be now my Lot.
(If Christian Charity prevent it not)

More to their shame than mine, who, now have here
Been their Remembrancer, nigh fifty year.

But, for me, take you neither care nor grief;
Death, will much more advantage me than Life:
I walk not blindly, in the Paths I tread,
And they will make me safe, alive, or dead.
I am assured, that his Providence
Which orders things of much less consequence
(Whether conceal'd or published) will make
That which I've written, good effects to take;
And also by their means, perhaps, who be
As yet displeas'd, both with my Book and me.

Grant me but NATURE'S Freedoms, and let then
The Priviledge of COURTS and SINGLE-MEN
Do what they can: for, I have broke no Law
Whereof, a sober Man should stand in aw;
Nor need I Patrons; nor ought have I done
To make me be afraid, through want of one.
I, reverence the Powers that are Supream,
And, know so well, what doth belong to them,
That, I cannot offend by Libelling
Either against the Parliament, or King
As many may suppose; for, VICE may be
Reprov'd, yet, they kept from Aspertions free;
As will appear, when I have open laid
What, for my Vindication may be said.

I love and honour more, a Foe, that's just
Than him, who saves my life, and breaks his trust:
And, will not thank them, who, shall see wherein
I merit blame, yet palliate my sin;
Or, shall excuse me from due punishment,
When I shall know my fault, and not repent.
Nor will they be excus'd, in future times,
(Though yet they may) who make our DUTIES crimes

Mine, is (if any) no more but Omission
Of somewhat; or, at worst, but a Misprition:
And, my Case now, may be resembled well,
By what, unto a Northern Lasse befel,
Who, having been corrected very sore
For calling of her younger Sister Whore,
Which was indeed untrue; her Mother, said
Unto the lesser Girle, tell truly Maid,
Did she not call thee Whore? She answer'd, NO,
(She did not) but, she thought to call me so.

I know there are those, who consider can
What use there may be of an honest Man
Who seeketh not for Honours, or for Pelf;
Hates none; affects his Neighbour as himself;
Fears nought but GOD, and his own heart; his King
Doth reverence, and can in Prison sing:
When more desire to be affected thus,
It will be better both for them and us:
And, he who makes these things his chief ambition
Though Wrongs he feel, can never fear Perdition.
If less than formerly, I am befriended,
I, and my Suff'rings, quickly shall be ended.
If I find favour, you shall hear that from me
Which, to acknowledge, it will well become me:
Till then therefore Adew; and hereby know
That I am pleas'd, and well, if you be so.

Chr. oUr reDeeMer LIVeth.

Aug. 12. 1661. From Mr. Northrops, one of the Kings Messengers in Westminster, where I am civilly used.

George Wither, His first Meditation, upon his Commitment to Newgate, Aug. 22. For his Poem called Vox Vulgi, neither Published nor Finished.

I

So; I do now begin to be prefer'd;
And from an Owl within an Iviebush,
Advanced am, to be a Newgate-Bird,
As fast incaged, as my foes need wish.
My Feathers have so pluckt already been
That, no more I can lose now, but my skin,
And when that's torn away, I may presume
My Flesh and Bones, in short time, will consume.

II

I was restrain'd before, but, not so strait
Was my Restraint, nor in so close a place;
I had my load, but not such overweight,
Nor seem'd I, so exposed to disgrace.
My Friends were overcharg'd with me before,
And will, this way, be now oppressed more:
For, that whereof my Judges me condemn,
Falls not so much on me, as upon them.

III

But, is this Newgate, whereof so afraid
Offenders are? Is this the dismall place,

Wherein, before I came, I heard it said
There's nothing, but grief, horrour, aud disgrace?
I find it otherwise; and, doubtless, either
It is bely'd; or, they who are sent hither,
Within themselves, when to this house they come,
Bring that, which makes it seem so troublesome.

IV

I no worse here, then where I was before
Accommodated am: for, though confin'd
From somethings, which concern my Body more
Then formerly, it hath inlarg'd my mind.
Here, by degrees, with what the world most fears
(With Tormeuts, and their Executioners)
I may be so acquainted, if I please,
That, things which threaten pain, shall bring me ease.

V

Here, I can see the bottom of that Pit
Which gapes to swallow me: here, I can view
What some, who have more prospect, see not yet,
Nor will, till they their fears cannot eschew.
Here, I find Objects to prepare me for
That, which my Fesh and Blood, doth most abhor;
And, am assur'd, that, to what place soe're
I, hence am sent, that GOD, will meet me there.

VI

Though here, my outward-being, seems no better,
But, in appearance dayly worse to grow,
My Inward comforts and my hopes are greater,
And, will be greatest when they make least show.
Although my Oyl and Meal doth not increase
Since I came hither, 'tis no whit the less:

Yea, though I am at more charge every day,
Then did of late, a weeks expence defray.

VII

For that cost, they supplied have, to whom
My life, it seems, is dearer, then to me;
And, they ingaged for me are become;
LORD! whence proceeds this kindness, but from thee?
So is it, that, I now can hardly tell
Whether, my Friends, to save me, shew more zeal
Or they more malice, who have sought of late
To ruine both my Person, and Estate.

VIII

I find already, by what I have noted,
My best Expressions will concealed be.
My Verses (as the Devil Scripture quoted)
Produc'd by Scrapps, to disadvantage me.
I see my self oppos'd by no small odds,
Frown'd on, by mighty men, and mortal Gods
Who sit so high, that they nor feel, nor know
What things are suff'red, by poor-men below.

IX

Not onely Railing Foes, on evety side,
But my Acquaintance also, and meer Strangers,
Unjustly, me defame, Jeer, and deride;
Threats follow me behind, before, lie dangers.
Yet to no mortal for support I send,
Nor make complaints by Letter, or by Friend;
Nor will, except to them, to whom belongs
The Judging of my Actious, and my wrongs.

X

My soul, these things consider well, and whence
They do proceed: consider why, likewise;
Who, puts into thy heart, this confidence;
Who, by unknown hands, each dayes want supplies;
Who, comforts doth augment as griefs increase;
Who, cloathes and feeds thee in this Wilderness,
And, when Terrestrial ayds, are quite bereaven
Rains on thee, Quailes and Manna down from heaven.

XI

Mark, how this Realm is here Epitomiz'd,
As to a Blest, and Reprobate condition:
How Mercies, and how Judgements are despis'd,
By most men, at the brinck of their perdition;
How few, be wrought upon, in either place,
By Threatnings, or by promises of Grace.
How many, laugh, sing, swear, curse and Blaspheme
Even when, Hell, ready seems to swallow them.

XII

Here, thou shalt see, that meer Stupidity
And gracelesness, transporteth many a man
To out-face Death, with less Timidity
Then some with all their Moral Vertues can:
Here, thou shalt learn, that if thy Prosecutions,
Thy zeal, thy Courage and thy Resolutions
Spring onely, from a Natural Estate,
Thou, with all these, mayst be a Reprobate.

XIII

Let therefore, these Experiments, with awe
Be enteraain'd; and, if henceforth God should

(As he perhaps will) common helps withdraw,
Let them quite go, and catch on him fast hold.
For, if thou then despaire, or shalt distrust
His Love, who never was to thee unjust,
This, will then prove to be a carnal-boast,
And, thou, with all thy vain hopes wilt be lost.

XIV

Since also, thou dost feel thy heart more prone,
By smiles and favours, to be drawn aside,
Then by harsh usage, to be wrought upon,
Let thy weak'st Bulwarks be most fortifi'd,
Lest, they, who have not strength enough to win
The Fort by force, by Stratagems get in;
And, thou then ruin'd, be past all repair,
As many are, by those, who speak them fair.

XV

That Spirit, try, which thy Resolves begets;
For, other while, as resolute are they
Who are possessed but with Ranting-Fits,
As any, in whom Passion bears no sway.
Contempt of Torment, sometimes springs from Madness,
Stoutness, from Anger, or despairing-sadness:
Martyrs, and men, of Reprobated sence,
Bear suff'rings, with small outward difference.

XVI

Search thou thy heart, therefore, with prudent care,
That, Malice, Pride, nor Vengeance lurk therein:
That Love of GOD, and all mankinde be there,
Linckt with a detestation of all Sin;
And, if thou find it so, be not afraid
What e're against thee shall be done or said:

For, Resolutions built upon that Rock,
Will, of all raging Stormes, endure the Shock.

XVII

Though Princes in their Supream Councils blame thee,
And such as are prophane, FANNATICK call thee;
They shall not able be, to fright or shame thee,
By any consequent which may befall thee:
And, if so prudently thou guide, thy Pen
That, when it strikes at faults, it spares the men,
The Wise will from the Fools, themselves devide,
And, every Just-mans Vote, be on thy side.

XVIII

Though so it alwayes proves not, do not grieve
Nor vex thereat: for, what GOD calls thee to,
To put in Execution thou shalt live,
In spight of all this froward world can do;
And future times, will laugh to scorn the storms
And Mountains, rais'd by Gyants, against worms
When they shall see, (which they will see at last)
The Towers of Babel on their Builders cast.

XIX

Make Jesus Christ, to be the sole Foundation,
Of thy Affection, of thy Hope and Trust,
Of thy Belief, of thy Sanctification,
Of all thy Musings, and of all thou dost:
For, nothing Justifies, but, doth Condemn,
That is not, In, for, from, and by him,
Without respect to any Interest,
Except, what, with his Glory, may consist.

[XX]

LORD, thou hast, by renewing, in some measure
My much depraved Will, inclined me,
In all things, to submit to thy good pleasure,
Let what's defective, now, made perfect be,
That, known it may be to this Generation,
Man may attain to such a Resignation,
That, he shall more delight, thy will to do,
Then, that, which his own will, provokes him to.

XXI

Prais'd be thy Blessed Name, who, as thou didst
For Joseph (when he was in Prison bound)
For me, in my Imprisonment provid'st,
And, by thy servants, every where art found:
Be with me, as to be thou hast begun,
Until my Generation Work is done,
And, when that's finish'd, for which I was born,
Let me with Joy, into thine Arms return.

To the City of London.

VVere I, a Person, who had power to better
Thy Trade, or make thy Priviledges greater
Or take away thy Citizens Estates,
Thy Walls dismantle, or break down thy Gates,
I had been lookt upon, though I had done
To thee no kindness, neither meant thee one.
But, of his love, there is no value made
Who nought can to to thy wealth or greatness add,
Though he his life should hazzard for thy sake,
That, thee for ever, he might happy make.

BAI[illeg.], wlll not be vouchsaf'd; but, I must lie
Among thy Rogues, expos'd to live or die;
To starve or begg; and wholly be debar'd
Of Liberty, unpitied and unheard
For doing what was honestly intended;
And, wherein, I against no Law offended.
This is, I must confesse, nor less nor more,
Then, I had reason to expect before:
Yet, all my labour, is not cast away,
For, it occasion gives me, thus to say.

I wish'd thee well, and will, what ever shall
To me, in my extremities befall;
For, here's a number yet within this place,
Who are of those in whom the Seeds of Grace
So fructifie, that GOD hath superseded
For their sakes, that for which his Justice pleaded;
And I have in my personal distresse
So tasted of their Charitableness,
That, thereby I, enjoying health, and life
(My self not seeking, but thy peace in chief)
Expect that Justice only, from thy hands
Whereon thine honour and thy welfare stands;
Which neither is thy Riches, or thy Power
For, these may come to nothing, in one hour;
And, if to them, thou overmuch incline,
I will not change my poor estate for thine.

Among the Prodigies, by many seen
This year, I, might for one, have numbred been,
If I, should all Particulars relate
Which do concern my Person and Estate:
But, they must now Phanaticks counted be
Who, either do believe what they shall see,
Or dare take notice, of those things that vary
From GOD's proceed, in courses ordinary;

And, therefore, I think fitting to conceal them,
Till that, which is to follow, doth reveal them,
To manifest, without all Dubitation,
That, God hath spoken to this Generation.
Mean while, I'le suffer: for, our Peace must now
Not from our Actings, but, from suff'rings flow.

Yet, whether, I deserve respect or blame,
Know LONDON, since I now thy Prisoner am,
That, if I have not wherewith to subsist
Thou art oblig'd, to find me bread, at least,
Whilst here I shall confinement undergo,
Though I had alwayes been thine open foe;
And, that 'tis Tyranny (what ere they are)
To lay on any, more they can bear.
Know likewise, that, if here I shall miscarry
Through lack of what, for life is necessary
Thou, thereby forfeitest, (as I conceive)
A better Charter, then the King can give:
Because, through want of Charity to foes,
Much more to Friends, our part in Christ we lose.

What I have been to thee, it hath been shown;
What thou to me art, it will now be known.
And, possibly, another Generation
Will heed, that I am somewhat to this Nation,
Deserving better, then that lie I should
Within a Jail, at seventy three years old,
For acting and designing nothing worse
Then, how to save them from a greater curse.

Look to your selves; For, whether bond or free
I am; I know, my GOD, will look to me;
And, I and mine, shall be both cloath'd and fed,
When they who slieghted us, want Robes & bread.

So believeth

George Wither.

Another Meditation, (or Ballad as the World perhaps, will call it) composed by the same Prisoner since his Commitment to Newgate.

I

My Soul, since we are left alone,
In our Confinement here,
Where we disturbed are of none,
To God, come, draw we near.
For, part of his three dreadful WOES,
Are now, so carrying on,
That, if to him, we cling not close
We may be quite undone.

II

Our selves, let us examine so,
That though our foes condemn,
We may, for what we did misdo,
Make now our Peace with him;
Lest, when the world hath fully try'd,
How, here we may be vext,
We, greater miseries must abide
Where, she will throw us next.

III

SIN, to full ripeness, is not come,
nor malice, to her heights;
And, we e're they receive their Doom
May look for more despights.

These, which we have endured yet,
Have been sustain'd with ease;
But, GOD, it may be will permit
Much harder things then these.

IV

'Tis but the Suburbs unto Hell,
whereto, we now are sent;
And (for the future) none can tell
What, hereto us is meant.
To better men, worse things befall
Then seem to be our Meed;
And, our Afflictions are but small,
To those, which may succeed.

V

We have not that dark Dungeon seen
Wherein, is endless Night;
Nor in those, Lowsie lodgings been
Which ev'ry sence affright;
We feel not that, which many lack;
Nor Bolts, nor Gives we wear,
Fit things for Belly and for Back,
As yet, supplyed are.

VI

With sickness, we are not opprest,
In body, or in mind;
No outward cares disturb our rest
No Inward fears we find.
For, all the suff'rings wherewith we
As yet, afflicted seem
Are onely such as grievous be,
In other mens esteem.

VII

But, should I, (being old and poor)
Diseased grow within,
With Aches, have my Limbes made sore,
Or, with an Ulcer'd skin
Be turn'd into the Common Jail
To lie upon the ground,
And, all those outward helpes quite fail
Which I have lately found.

VIII

Should this befall us, where might then
Our hope and courage be?
This, happens oft to Righteous men,
And, this, may fall on me.
What, but complaints and mournful cryes
Would then, be in this place;
Harts aking, or still weeping eyes,
Scorns, and despaire of Grace?

IX

These will be then the best Reliefs,
That, Flesh and Blood can see,
To cure or Mitigate their Griefs
Where such Desertious be.
Yet, be of nought (my Soul) afraid,
For, by his Angels, then,
Shall GOD's Assistance be convaid
When thou art left of men.

X

They came unto the Rich mans door
At which the Lazar dy'd,

And, him to rest Eternal bore
To whom, he Crums deny'd;
And when Elias had of bread
The meanes deprived quite,
He by the Ravenous Fowls was Fed
At Morning, and at night.

XI

Their GOD is mine; and if in him,
My Trust, I still repose,
He, will to me, be as to Them,
To save me from my Foes.
Or, if of that depriv'd I am
which fed me to this day,
I know he will supply the same
As well, another day.

XII

The Earth is his, with her increase,
And wasted were her store,
He hath within a Richer place,
Enough, to send me more;
And, till it comes; That which doth starve,
Discomfort and destroy;
My life (whilst useful) shall preserve,
And more increase my Joy.

XIII

The Plagues, which others to Despair,
And to Blaspheming move,
Shall stir me up, to Praise, and Prayer,
And fill my heart with Love.
Yea, that which on the Kings of Earth
Will dreadful horrors bring,

Shall make me with Triumphant Mirth,
A HALLELUJAH Sing.

XIV

The Purging Fire, which them doth burn,
Who, therein Raving, lye,
Thy Drosse (my Soul) to Gold shall turn,
Thy Silver, Purifie.
And, when thy Fiery-tryal's past,
No loss will come to thee,
If thy works Fixt on CHRIST, thou hast,
Though built of Straw they be.

XV

Resolves, which I had not before,
These Musings do beget;
And though, her Furnace seven times more,
The World, henceforth shall heat,
My Soul, return thou to thy Rest;
For, GOD, hath me assur'd,
That, were I ten times more opprest,
It should be well endur'd.

XVI

How blessed is that Heav'nly Place,
Where thou, Oh CHRIST, dost dwell!
If thou canst bring such Joy and Peace,
Into this Earthly Hell?
He, with whom, thou still present art,
What ere on him is laid,
If, thee he loves withall his heart,
Needs, no where be afraid.

Mewgate, Sept. 3. 1661.

A Return, in Answer to some of them, who sent to know how it fares with me in my Imprisonment.

God, gave me Grace; by Grace I did conceive
A saving Faith; by saving Faith I live.
My life of Faith, hath had a preservation,
By Hearing, Acting, and by Meditation.
By Meditation, I reduce to Words
What my Experience in this life affords.
By that Experience which I have attain'd,
A Patience in my troubles I have gain'd;
My Patience hath such hopefulness begot,
That, this disgraceful Prison shames me not.
Though I am poor (and, as our Proverb sayes)
As poor as Job) unto my God be praise,
I am no Beggar; for, I have not yet,
Been forc'd to ask for Money, Clothes, ot Meat;
Nor tempted (having dayly bread) to borrow
Through fear of wants, that may befal to Morrow:
And, well remembring, who was pleas'd to say
There's Care enough belonging to each Day,
I, for a day to which I may not live,
Will not of what I have, my self deprive.
With my Condition, I am pleas'd, and merry,
Of my long-suff'rings I am not grown weary.
And wish those who pursue me with most hate
No worse, then to enjoy the like estate,
Except my Bands. I have acquir'd this rest,
By those Means and Degrees, afore exprest,
And, this, unfeignedly, to you declares
How, at this present time, with me it fares.

Sept. 7. 1661. from Newgate.

George Wither.

A Pass-By, in Relation to those, who seem offended at my Frequent-Scriblings, as they call them.

Me thinks, I hear some say, who look upon
These Papers; will this fellow ne'r have done?
Which Questionists, I, with a smile, contemn,
Supposing, labour lost, in answering them:
For, nothing is more pleasing to their ears
Then Scurril Pamphlets, Bawdy Rimes, and Jeers.
To them alone, therefore, who take delight
In wholsome words, Ile shew why still I write;
Presuming, that my Reasons will not seem
To merit, altogether, disesteem.
Although my former Poems, and my Musings
Had not until of late Dayes, those perusings
Which I expected, nor now valued be
Of many, they have much refreshed me;
And, otherwile, for supplements have stood
Instead of sleep, of Rayment, and of Food.
In Troubles, me, they more content have made
Then Wealth, Repute, and all the Friends I had.
They cause me to be fearless of my Foes;
When I am vext, my spirit they compose;
When I am Poor, they are in stead of Wealth,
When I am Sick, they help repair my Health;
When I am Well, they are my Recreation,
When tempted to Despair, Hopes Reparation.
Thereby, when Sadness comes, to Mirth I turn it;
When I am slieghted, they do make me scorn it.
In Prisons, when my Body is confin'd
They do so many wayes inlarge my Mind
That, doubting whether will for me prove best,
The Freedom lost, or that which is Possest,

I use the means of Both; but, wholly leave
The choice to GOD; and what he gives receive.
They are Companions, when I'm left alone;
They find me work to do, when I have none.
By day, me from ill Company they keep;
Make nights less tedious, when I cannot sleep.
They ease me, when I am opprest with wrongs;
When I want Musick, they do make me Songs.
To Friends, who like them (where's no bettet cheer)
They, acceptable Entertainments are:
Oft, likewise, I make use of them, instead
Of Charms, when, I of Fools would fain be rid;
For, if I read them, but a page or two,
They strait, grow weary, and away they go.
They fix thoughts, which would quite slip out of mind,
And, when writ down, I them, know where to find;
Yea, other men, thereby, have oft teceived
Refreshments, if their words may be believed:
And (which is more then all this) to GOD's praise,
They are, and may be useful, sundry wayes.
For these respects, whoever shall appear
Pleas'd or displeas'd, to me my Musings are
Considerable; and if any one
They do offend, them, he may let alone;
For, though they have been tendred unto many,
I never, yet, inforced them on any,
Against their wills; except perhaps it were
To save them, whose destruction I thoughr near;
And, (I will not be shie the Truth to say
No men, have worse requited me, then they:
But peradventure, if that dead I were,
None daring to be their Remembrancer,
(As I have been) they may more mischief'd be
Through want of one, then troubled now by me.

George Wither's Appollogy for composing the Poem called Vox Vulgi; being a Welcome home from the Counties, Citties and Burroughs, to their Prevaricating Members; saving the honour of the House of Commons, and of every faithfull and discreet Individual member thereof; which Poem was surprised before quite finished.

The Contents.

The Author, here makes his defence;
Clears his asspersed Innocence;
And frees himselfe, from Just suspition,
Of acting ought, without Commission.

Here, I have time to meditate upon,
What, I my self, and other men have done,
Occasioning my suffering, at this time,
And, in relation to what's thought my Crime:
Lest, therefore, I may him offend who gave it,
I will improve this Leisure, whilst I have it;
For, when my Musings, are exprest in words,
The better means to Scan them it affords;
And to declare, what I shall now expresse,
I may hereafter, want both Time, and Place;
Or, being dead, before my Tryal-day,
My false Accusors, to my charge may lay,
What they shall please; and none be certain, why
I was committed in this Jayl to die.
GOD give me strength, to finish this; and than,
Let all my foes, do, and say, what they can.

I am not only question'd, for a thing,
Presum'd misdone, but also, for the Spring
Whence 'tis deriv'd; and pleas'd some are, to say
That rending of my whole Estate away,
Had me provok'd unto an angry-fit,
Which was the Cause, of what I lately writ;
And, that I had a scurrulous intent.
To cast asspertions on the Parliament.
To make it so appear, depriv'd I am,
Of what best proves, that, I deserve no blame.
My last Conception, (which, before to Light
It could be brought, was snatcht out of my sight)
May forced be to speak, what I ne'r thought,
Or, else, be smother'd, as a birth worth nought:
Or, (that an ill intention may appear)
Some Verses may be pickt out here and there,
(Without those Qualifyings, which precede,
Or follow, to illustrate what they read)
Whereby, some Inferences may be made,
That, on Good-manners, I, intrenched had,
In summing up, and personating that
Which I have heard, the Common-voice relate:
Thus much to be intended doth appear,
By what, I do already see and hear.
Which falsehood, if, but barely I deny
I shall in words alone, retort the Lie;
And, Reason may be born down by the noises,
Arising from plurallity of Voices,
Yeld forth by them, who shall intrude to do,
That, which nor GOD, nor Good-men calls them to.
I, therefore, will produce a Vindication,
That may be justifi'd by demonstration;
Or, by such Reasons as will do me right;
Unlesse they shall be kept from open sight,

Or clipt; or, I not suffered be to say
That, which to clear, my self produce I may:
And, if so; by the consciences of them
I shall be quit, whose words will me cendemn.

My Cause, may for the present, injur'd be;
But, all the World can do no harm to me.
Though that which is without me, wrong'd hath been
And may be still, all shall be safe within,
So long as GOD, assisteth me, by whom
I, with this confidence, am arm'd become;
And peradventure, they who think to spoil,
This confidence, may give themselves the foile.

Their scandal, in the first place, Ile assay,
To wipe off, who suppose my losses may
Provoke me, or, that my oppressions had
Prevail'd, to make me grow a little mad;
But, they mistaken are in that surmise;
For, to the world-ward, I am not so wise,
To be by them distempred, in a mood
Like those, who trust in Riches more than GOD;
And, by what I am like to undergoe,
It will be proved, whether it be so.

I am not so in love, as men conceive,
With that, whereof the World can me bereave,
As to ingage, for such poor Interests,
My quiet in this life, by those contests
Which I adventure on, if I saw nought,
That much more worth such hazards, I had thought:
And, this mind, if my Actions did not shew,
In former times, those will that shall ensue,
When, more undoubtedly those things appear,
Which of my Writings, the chief motives were.
And will shew whether, I did ought intend
To drive on an ignoble, or self-end.

It may he known, by what was heretofore
Divulg'd, that, nothing now befalls me more
Then I expected; That, I did foresee
What lately seiz'd on other men and me:
That, having been here, in the Worlds great School
So long a time, I was nor so much Fool,
As not to know, how, Friends, and means to make
In seasonable time to save my stake
And mend my Game; if I unto that end
Had play'd it, which most other men intend;
Or, if I thought those men, who look on me
With most contempt, were better then they be.
I knew as well as any, how to Fawn,
And flatter; what to give, and what to Pawn
For my advantage, if I could have thought
That, worth my seeking, for which most men sought.
But though I find it an imperfect Light
Whereby at first, I walk'd, it gave me sight
Of much more then the World believ'd, I saw,
And, kept me of mine own heart so in awe,
That, notwithstanding I did for a season
Oft stagger to and fro, 'twixt Faith and Reason,
(And stumbled otherwhile, into those things
Which Ruine, unless Grace prevention brings)
I, in the main, pursu'd a Good Design;
(Not, I confess, by any power of mine)
And by some Symptoms, at the last, perceiv'd,
That, till of my Estate, I was bereav'd,
My work, would neither well be carryed on
(When that time came, wherein it should be done)
Nor, take so good effect, as it would then,
Upon my Self, or upon other men.
For, which cause, when I saw it must be so,
Without reluctancy, I, let all go,

And without nourishing a secret spleen
Against their persons, who my foes have been.
This, future things, much better will display
Then all which at this present, I can say;
As also, that, they who from me of late,
Have torn unmercifully, my Estate;
By far worse motives thereunto were led,
Then those, which me inclin'd to what I did.
Loss to prevent, or to regain what's lost,
I did adventure no more pains or cost,
Then Reason warranted, and obligations
Which bound me to have care of my Relations;
Or might, then, by pursuing of that course
Assure me, how much better'd, or grown worse
Men, by those Judgements and those Mercies were,
Which GOD, had variously dispensed here;
And, having thereby learned what GOd meant
I, with my losses was as well content
As is a Christian when by Turks pursu'd
(Who overpower him by their multitude)
He wracks his Vessell on a friendly shore,
Where, he hath Life and Freedom, though no more.

Why, should I angry be to see that gone
Which if I had not lost, had me undone?
Which also, will undo them, who now have it,
And (if good heed he take not) him that gave it?
Or, which will be restor'd again to me,
If, for GOD's Glory, and my good it be?
Why, should I be displeas'd to be bereft
Of that, whose loss hath an assurance left
Of better things? Of that, which, whilst possest,
Increast my troubles, and disturb'd my rest?
Of that, which I must shortly leave (though mine)
And, know not (when the same I must resign)

Whether, it to their Weal or Woe, shall tend,
To whom, when I am dead, it will descend?

These things considered, all wise men know
That, nor these, nor my former Musings flow
From discontentments, or from wrath that springs
From loss of inconsiderable things:
And Wisemens, good esteems, if keep I may,
A rush I care not, what fools think or say,
On whom, the less impression it will make,
The more I rationally write, or speak.

But, that, whereby most blame to me may come,
(And, which will probably be charged home)
Is an Impeachment for a hainous thing
That some are pleas'd to call a Lybelling
Against the COMMONS; which, if proved true
Ile ask no favour: For, I think none due;
And, if it be an unjust imputation
I for my sufferings claim a Reparation,
Expecting (which ought not to be refus'd)
That, what is call'd a Lybel be produc'd
To open view, and sight of ev'ry one
Who may concerned be, in what is done:
And, that, none may usurp a Priviledge
Thereon to passe a Sentence as my Judge,
Who shall not read, or hear the same throughout:
For, Solomon hath freed it so from doubt
That, to averr, I shall not be a fear'd,
He, that doth Censure what he never heard,
Deserveth shame; And I shall rather laugh
And Jeer thereat, then either grieve or chafe;
Because, (at worst) I, then a Doome shall have,
Much like as if, a Fool had call'd me Knave.
If left to Publick view, my Poem be,
And finisht as intended was by me

No worse construction, thereof can be made
Then this, that, I have call'd a Spade a Spade;
And, means devis'd, whereby men may appear
Unto themselves, what others know they are.

By fained speakers, I have onely said
What was to me by Common-fame convey'd
And murmur'd in most places, to worse ends
Then that, wheteto my harmless Poem tends:
And, if I may presume the Truth to tell
I am rewarded ill, for doing well:
For, thereby, I not onely turn'd aside
That general reproach which was apply'd
To all the House of Commons, and, alone
To them confin'd it, who brought blame thereon;
But, likewise, without personally blaming
(Or marking any forth) to their defaming,
Have sought to bring it to their Cognisance,
Who might thereby, the Publick weal advance;
And, who, if it prov'd worthy Approbation
Might useful make it for the Reformation
Of that, which else, will have a Consequence
More hurtful, then my Innocent-Offence,
For, though by publication, I had done
What might have seem'd a fault; (and now is none)
The Generality but little more
Had thereby known, then what most knew before,
When to worse ends, and more apparant wrongs
'Twas tost, upon the Rackets of mens Tongues;
Who, so dissatisfied seem to be
By what, they lately feel, and hear and see,
That very frequently they are offended
Ev'n with what for their welfare, seems intended;
Because, they having often been deceiv'd
Suspect, some future mischiefs then contriv'd:

Yea, then, are things, when plausibly projected,
The lesse believed, and the more suspected;
Not by those onely, who now called are
Phanaticks, but, by those likewise that were
Distinguish'd by the name of Cavalier;
Yea, and our Jacks indifferent, do begin
To be more Talkative then they have been,
Because, they find themselves in danger (whether
They are of this, or that side, or of neither)
So long, as things which Reason order might,
Shall passe by number onely, without weight.

To intimate, that, Parliaments had been
Disturb'd, by some of those, who were brought in
A surrepticious way; and, that by them
The People were abus'd, is no great crime;
Nor is affirming, that they were deceiv'd
Unfitting to be spoken, or believ'd,
When generally avow'd; nor to averr
A Parliament in grosse, may sometimes err,
Since, neither to be wise, or Innocent,
Is, an inseperable Accident
Of Parliaments; as hath apparant been,
By that, which we in our own dayes have seen:
For, that, they may with Treason, and with Murther,
Be charged, we shall need to look no further
Then, unto those Transactions which have past,
Both in this Parliament, and in the last.

What have I then misdone in making known
How foolish, mad, or wicked some were grown?
How much opprest men are; how griev'd; and how
Exasperated, more and more, they grow?
What fault commit I, when I hear men say
What's done, and what I see done every day,

If I declare (sedition to prevent)
That I perceive most men are discontent,
And froward? since I neither made them such,
Nor, therein am concerned half so much
As other men? nor did intend a course
Thereby, to make what's evil, to be worse?
And, since, by that, which lately written was
By me, no mischief can be brought to passe,
Unless, by accident befall it may,
As when Heat melteth Wax, and hardens Clay.

It seems hard usage (therefore) to be thrown
Into a Jail; of all that was mine own,
In my old Age dispoil'd; shut up alone,
Where, sick or well (attended on by none)
I must in longest nights the hazzards take
Of what may happen, sleeping or awake;
Not impudent enough, to beg or borrow,
Nor having certainty of bread, to morrow,
If Charity should fail: which, is a case
Much worse, then oft befalleth in this place,
To Thieves and Murtherers: yet, this is not
Here mention'd as repining at my Lot;
For, whereas I am onely lodged there,
Where Murtherers and Thieves confined are,
The Son of GOD, who for my Ransome dy'd
Was twixt a Thief and Murth'rer crucifi'd:
And, in my present suff'rings I am eas'd,
By being well assur'd, that GOD is pleas'd
With what befals; and that I shall at last
Be fill'd with sweetness, by what had a taste
Of Bitterness at first; and, that to them
Who, me and my endeavour now contemn,
Things may hereafter profitable be,
Which are at present, mischievous to me.

Despised Instruments will be of use
To bring to mind, that which will help reduce
Confusion into order, when apply'd
By Meekness, and not spurned at by Pride;
And, things which by the world, as much were Jeer'd
As Josuah's Rams-horns, when he first appear'd
Surrounding Jericho, will bring about
As great a Miracle, as then was wrought;
Though no Examples, yet, nor good advice,
Nor private Admonitions make those wise,
Who have not Eyes to see, what they behold
Nor Ears, to hear a Truth, when it is told.

The hour is not yet come, which I expect
May probably give this a good effect.
But, there are times wherein that will content
For which, we shall at other times be shent.
My Poem, stiled OPOBALSAMUM,
(Though) more offensive, then my last, to some)
The Commons (named the Long Parliament)
Did winck at, without show of discontent:
Yea, though in plain terms, I made bold to tell
Wherein, their faulty-members did not well.
I, then (as in the last) had so divided
The Goats from Sheep; and had so well provided
To save their honour, who least guilty were
That (though when first, that Poem, did appear,
I was to them a Prisoner, for telling
What some of them to hear of, were unwilling)
They me inlarged, and vouchsaf'd me more
Respect in show, then e're they did before.
For, prudently observing, that the shame
Which they in chief deserv'd, who were to blame,
Was upon all, without distinction flung,
(Till, unto those to whom it did belong,

I had confin'd it) not one word was spoken
To me, which their displeasure might betoken;
And, some good use was made, (though I confess
Not very much) of what I did express:
And, when, by time, that out of mind was wore,
I, had as little favour as before.
And, so I have had also, ever since;
For, still, some at my writings took offence,
And more my wrongs, by one foe, one day, were
Then all my Friends, could right in twenty year.

I may have hope, the Commons before whom
I must be try'd, as prudent will become.
The Priviledge of WATERFORD affords,
The Freedom of explaining their own words
To all her Citizens. If my words are
Allow'd but that Sense onely, which they bear
Grammatically, I no more desire,
So that my Poem be preserv'd intire,
And perfected with my last thoughts thereon
According to my mind when 'twas begun.
For, no great credit gain thereby they shall
Who weigh a matter, till they hear it all,
And, they will much bewray their ignorances,
Who heed not Causes, with their Circumstances.

There was before my Book, an Epigram
Whereby, I wholly Vindicated am
From that which is pretended; and, I hear
That will not be permitted to appear.
If so, I find it, there is mischief meant
Which I shall find a Medium to prevent,
Unless there be, in some an impudence
Much more deserving blame then my offence.
That Epigram did evidently shew
My Book designed for the private view

Of Clarendon, (suppos'd so wise and just,
That, him, the King is pleased to intrust
Ev'n with his Conscience) to receive his Doom
Before, that forth in Publick it should come:
Because, that, I was hopeful it might bring
By means of him, some notions to the King
Whereof his Wisdom, would have made some use
To further, what shall to his Weal conduce;
And, if that Epigram concealed be
It both dishonours him, and injures me.
For, lyable it makes him, to suspect
That, me, in Ill designs, he doth protect;
The wrong to me is without precedent,
For, e're I had expressed what I meant
With my imperfect Poem, I was seiz'd;
Accus'd of whatsoever others pleas'd,
And here, unto an ignominious Jail
Committed am unheard, and without Bail.

I hope for better usage, when the Ring
Of suff'rings I have trod, till me it bring
Before my Judges: (for what e're is thought)
Their honour, I have not infring'd in ought.
Their charge, against me, I, yet no not how
May honestly be prov'd; but, this I know,
The House of Commons may much honour get
By well approving that which I have writ
(Considering, I therein have appeal'd,
To GOD, and men) if, it be not conceal'd.
From open view, and mulcts upon me laid
For mentioning in private, what was said,
In publick by the People; who, thereby
And, therein, are concern'd as much as I;
Because, my purpose, in that Poem, tends
To common good, without sinister ends.

And, if we to our selves, may not relate,
Our thoughts in words, and them Communicate
To Peers intrusted by the Supream Power,
(For Preservarion of their peace and our)
We are in danger, shortly, to become
The veriest slaves throughout all Christendom.

But, (as I said in that which was surpriz'd)
The Prudent Commons, will be so advis'd
When they with seriousness, have that perused
Whereby, they are suppos'd by me abused,
That, finding none reproved save onely those,
Who them in their debatings did oppose;
And, that they likewise (after next October,
Who were half mad in June) grown wise and sober
Will mend their former manners, and become
As helpful, as they have been troublesome;
Both Parties then, will, peradventure be
Thenceforth, as fully, reconcil'd to me
As I to all men am; and, what was not
Ill-meant, shall be well taken, or forgot.
If it be so; It will a Symptome prove
Of an abatement, if not of remove,
Of some oppressions, to prepare the way
For what's reserv'd, untill another day.

But, to what end is this Apologie?
Not meerly, from this place wherein I lie,
To free my Person; or, from that, which may
To me befall upon my Tryal-day.
No; those effects, must from an abler spirit
Proceed: All I can say, or do, or merit,
To add a contribution thereunto,
So, little, will to such a purpose do,
That, rather, more provoke my Foes, I shall
And deeper, into their displeasure fall:

For, 'tis not pleading in the fittest Season
A Righteous Cause, with Arguments of Reason;
Nor is it our well-doing; or our saying
The Truth; nor Preaching; nor unto them, Praying;
Nor our long-suff'rings; nor (when past they are)
Good services to them, how great so er'e,
That so much moves, as Flattery, making Friends,
Large Gifts, and serving of their present ends.

I, therefore, have but an occasion took
Thereby, to mention somewhat, yet unspoke
A Nobler Cause concerning then mine own,
(And whereon, Words will better be bestown)
Wholly to GOD committing the success
Make that, the chief aim of what I express.
For, hearing what is done, (by common Fame)
And partly knowing, that, oblig'd I am
Not by my Nat'ral faculties alone,
On me conferred for that end, (or none)
But, also, by my Christianity,
(And, not a little, by a Moral-Tie)
To speak, and write, and do the best I may,
To bring them who are out, into their way;
And, Ile express, what e're to that effect
I do believe may tend; without respect
To Persons of a high or low degree;
Or, any Powers on Earth, who e're they be.

Councills and Parliaments, and Soveraign Kings,
I do acknowledge to be Sacred things,
Whose Reputation, whilst (at least) they are
In being, ought with conscientious care
To be preserv'd; because on them depends,
That, which to publick woe or welfare tends.
Yet, He, from whom all Powers their Being had,
And they, for whose sakes onely they were made

Ought so to be preferr'd, that, nought be wav'd
Whereby their dues, and honours, may be sav'd.

We have oft seen and felt, in our own times,
That, they of such Confusions, and such Crimes
Hath been the cause at least of letting in
Much more destructive Plagues, then all the Sin
Of Privare Persons; and, that which we know
Was heretofore, may be hereafter so.
Yea, may and will, in every Age grow worse
Unless there be provision of some course
To regulate them; and, a free concession
(To Persons qualified with discretion)
To mind them of their duties, who have dar'd
When they to Publick places were prefer'd,
Imploy those Priviledges as their own
Which were for Publick services bestown;
And, often do abuse them, to the wrong
Of them, to whom of right, they do belong.

'Tis now high time, that Earthly Kings & Judges,
Should wiser grow; and use their Peiviledges,
To better purposes then heretofore:
For, his great Kingdom, now is at the door,
Which will destroy those Empires that begun
In NIMROD, and through various forms did run
Until the Tyrannies, beginning than
Shall have an end in that Misterious-man,
Who, by the Dragon, Scarlet-Whore and BEAST,
(Though mystically) truly are exprest.
Then, shall those Tyrannies, and Usurpations
Whereby he, long time, hath opprest the Nations,
And therewith, every Branch that sprung therefrom,
Unto an everlasting Ruine come;
Though some of them are seemingly Besainted,
And with fair shewes of Holiness Bepainted.

For, I believe (although it doth appear
To few men, yet) Divine Records declare
Aswell the Term of NIMROD'S Emperies
As of Mysterious Babels Tyrannies,
Whose time, Six hundred sixty six is known
To number out: and, which must be ov'rthrown
With that, from whence it sprung, when ripe 'tis grown.
That, to be All in all, GOD, may be known.
And (as I've oft inferr'd) they, who belong
To that new Empire, which will then grow strong,
Shall no way need their Persons, to ingage
By violent Actings; but, to bear the rage
Of their opposers with a patient heart;
For, suff'ring onely, will be their chief part.
And, he who in the Assyrian hoast did smite
Fourscore five thousand Persons, in one night,
Shall by the Pow'r and vertue of his Word
Perform that work, without thier hand or sword.

The CUP of Fornication, so bewitches
With love of Pleasures, Honours, and of Riches
The great men of the Earth, that, they think none
Are sober men, unless they dote upon
Those Vanities, and prosecute those Ends
To which, their Policy and Power tends,
Until they grow as mad or drunk as they;
And, then perhaps, for wise men, pass they may.
As David sayes, They will not Understand;
They will not heed what GOD hath now in hand;
But, obstinately still adhere to those
Who, tempt them on, unto their ov'rthrowes,
Till Ruine comes: For, they are not aware
How cheated by those Mountebanks they are;
Nor how those Parasites increase their store,
Ev'n to excess, by making of them poor:

Nor heed they, how, these cause them to destroy
Those men, by whom they safety might enjoy
With Love and Honour, if they did not lend
Their Ears to those, who no Good-men befren'd.

They shut their Eyes, and therefore cannot see
Into what dangers they approaching be;
And, those as much they hate who cross their will
To save them, as if they did come to kill.
That, which they call, the Reason of the State,
Too far insisted on, is often that
Which proves the bane of Kingdoms; & yet still
Either false Prophets, Priests, or their self-will
Therewith besots them; though they have bin told,
What thereon hath ensu'd in times of old
When, Princes, GOD's directions had despis'd;
And acted that, which their own hearts devis'd
Although they by experiments had seen,
What, of their Policies, the fruits have been.

These were of old examples: Saul, thereby
Deprived was of Life and Soveraignty.
King Solomon, by something like that Knack
(To please his Wives) in honour suff'red Wrack.
So, Jeroboam, though, GOd promis'd him,
And to his seed, a lasting Diadem,
By that State-policy, whereby he sought
To keep the Throne, the loss thereof was wrought.
Jehu, regardless of GOD's promises
The same course following, had the like success.
High places, Altars, Groves, and Priests of Baal
Were chief occasions of King Ahabs fall,
The bringing of the Gods of Edom home,
In hope that they a strengthning might become
Unto his Kingdom, was the overthrow
Of Amaziah, and of many moe.

State-Policy, made Judah's King contemn
The Prophets Counsel, when Jerusalem
Was first destroyed, and the Jews inslaved
Who, might then, from that Bondage have been saved;
And, they who truly sought their preservation
Reputed were (as now) Foes to their Nation,
Disloyal to their King, seiz'd as supitious,
And punished as Factious or Seditious.
State-Policy, caus'd breaking of that Oath
For which GOD was with Zedekiah wroth,
And punished in such a Signal wise
That he lost both his Kingdom and his Eyes:
And, Politick enlarging of Possessions
Or Power, by loading Nations with Oppressions,
To further State-Designs (until it wracks
Their Loyalties, and then their patience cracks)
Hath been, and will be, in all times, and Nations,
The cause of Wars, Rebellions, desolations
And changing Governments: But, now ere long
When human Policy, hath made most strong,
The MISTRIS of Terrestrial Potentates,
By Counsel, Strength, and by Confederates,
Combin'd as they intend (and when their might
Hath raised Expectation to the height)
Then, She, and They, shall be unto each other
A mutual Plague, and be destroy'd together,
With ev'ry Person, Family, and Nation,
Which is a Member of that Corporation:
And then, those PEDLERS who are now so jolly,
Shall, packing up the Tokens of their folly
Run to seek out where they their heads may hide,
From that, whereby, they shall be terrifi'd.
Let him, that hath an ear to hear this, hear it;
Let proud men tremble; Let the mighty fear it;

And let the Meek rejoyce; For, GOD will turn
Their Sorrows into Gladness, who now Mourn.

It is not only, now, of much behoof,
But, necessary too, that sharp Reproof
Advice and Admonition, should be given
To all Estates and Princes under Heaven,
Yea, and particularly be apply'd
By some, and in some cases, when aside
They from the way of safety, stray so far
That, to apparant danger, nigh they are;
(How ere they take it, or what ever shall
Thereby, to their Premoniters befall)
Because, by States, if wickedly inclin'd,
The greatest Plagues do fall upon mankind.

This made Elia's to become so bold
When Ahab, of his wickedness he told
Unto his face; and when, to like intent,
A Writing, he to King Jehoram sent.
This, to reprove King Asa, without dread,
The SEER Hanani encouraged.
This, made the Prophet Samuel so to School
King Saul, that in effect, he call'd him Fool;
And, John the Baptist, speak as plainly too,
Of Herod, as now they term'd Quakers do
To some with us: This, also, did induce
King David, who observed the abuse
Of Courts and Councils, to cry out on them
To this effect; how long! will ye condemn
The poor and Innocent? how long! oppress
The man, afflicted, and the Fatherless?
How long? will ye unrighteously neglect
The cause that's just, for personal respect?
Do Justice, and vouchsafe compassion more
Hereafter, then ye have done heretofore;

For, (if it be not) to you, be it known
You walk in darkness; you have overthrown
The worlds Foundations; wilfully inforce,
All things to move out of their proper course;
And, that, though GOD himself hath call'd you Gods
A difference making (with no little odds)
Twixt you and common men, yet, die you shall
Like them; yea, die such Death's, as did befall
To wicked Princes, who, unto their place
Went down, with greatest horror and disgrace.

Although such rough Reproofs on silken Ears
Grate harshly, and are thought by Flatterers
To sound like Blasphemy: This in old times
The Language was, in which great Princes crimes
Rebuked were; This was the usual mode,
Till slavish men, fear'd mortals more then GOD.
Thus, David spake unto the Congregations
Of mighty men; Thus, through all Generations
To them should Truth be told, as need requir'd,
By those who, to that purpose are inspir'd:
Republicks, Kings, and Councils, Objects are
Of such Reproofs, and so reproved were,
And, how inrag'd soever they are grown
GOD, will be King; his pleasure hee'l make known
By whom soever he pleases, that their crimes
May now, as well as in preceding times
Reproved be; For, States and private men
Are every whit as guilty, now, as then.
The same at this time, or, the like Omissions,
The like Exorbitances, and Oppressions
In this our Generation may be found;
And more and more, are likely to abound
If not prevented: for, the things we should:
We neither do, nor suffer those who would,

And, if we can but force men to professe
As we do, though against their Consciences,
We think we have secur'd them to our side;
Whereas, when such mens Truths come to be try'd,
Who are for fear, or for advantage won
To act what is against their Conscience done,
(They, being both to GOD, and Men unjust)
In them, there's of all other, the least trust:
For, how long? or to whom? or unto what
Will they be true, who Conscience violate?
Doubtless, without a speedy Reformation,
It wholly, will corrupt this Generation,
Fit us for nothing, but, for what is Evil,
And, to be serviceable to the Devil.

As therefore 'tis unfit that ev'ry one
Should States, reprove, 'tis as unfit that none
Perform that Work, and brutish, to conceive
That, GOD, the Worlds last and worst Age, should leave
Without Premonitors; or, that the dayes
Most wicked grown, requir'd not stranger wayes
Of Admonition, then have been in use
When, of GOD's Grace there was much less abuse:
For, Providence, that nothing doth omit
Which, either Work or Season, may befit,
(Although, but little heed thereof be took)
Hath lately, to this Generation spoke
By many Prodigies: Each Element
Hath very plainly Preached GOD's intent:
Yea, many Dispensations, which to us
Seem to be wicked, or ridiculous,
Have somewhat in them, which relates unto
That, which we have done, or else ought to do,
Or have Omitted; or else to be Signs
Of that, whereto this later Age declines:

And, that such things as those, in these last Ages
Should be, we have Authentical Presages.

But, Visions, Revelations, Prophesies
Or such like, now, the common-voice decries
As at an end: which I, confesse, is true
As they concern revealing Doctrines new
To saving Faith relating: yet, of that,
Which may concern the Temporarie State
Of CHRIST'S Church Militant, or his Elect
In Actings or in Suff'rings to direct;
Or, of unfolding Prophesies to them,
Which were seal'd up, till an appointed time,
GOD, hath vouchsaf'd in season, Revelations
As need required in all Generations,
By whom he pleas'd; and frequently, by such
As, by the world, were not esteemed much.

Some think, that nothing meriteth regard
Save what by Ancient Prophets, was declar'd,
Who were immediately inspir'd from Heaven,
By special Warrant and Commission given.
Be not deceiv'd; the same Commission, still,
Is extant with us, under hand and Seal,
In Execution to be put, by all
Whom, for time being, GOD shall please to call
To be his Prophets; who, aswell may now
As heretofore, be called from the Plow,
From Herds, Fruitgathering, Fishing, from a Trade
Which, in the World small reputation had,
Or (as when Christianity began)
From being an extorting Pablican;
This, may believed be; for, what is else
The meaning of that Scripture which foretells
Their Sons and Daughters in the later times,
Should Prophesie? That, old men should have Dreams,

And young men Visions? Mind too (if forgot
It be) and know it, if you know it not,
That every one, who hath an Interest
In CHRIST, is now, King, Prophet and a Priest,
(Anointed, at renewing of his Birth,
To do him services here upon Earth;
And stands oblig'd, as he occasion sees
To execute all these three Offices
According to the measure of GOD's Grace
Bestown, and in his proper Time and Place;
And, these impower'd by his Commissions are
To Parliaments, and Councils to declare
(At least in general terms) what may prevent
Dishonouring God, or common Detriment;
And be Remembrancers, of such like things,
As need requires, unto the greatest Kings.

Kings, also, should have still attending them
Such SEERS, as to David in old time
The Prophet Nathan was. But, in the stead
Of such, Baffoons, or Jesters do succced,
In Princes Courts; by whom, they sometimes are
Inform'd of useless truths, by way of Jeer;
And, other while, perhaps, a formallist,
So far as it with Courtship may consist,
Will mind them of such duties as they see
By them perform'd; but, such as wholly be
Neglected, and by whose neglect they may
Be quite destroy'd, they, not a word will say.

On many Kings; their lies a heavy charge;
Their Kingdoms are both Populous and large;
There, likewise, are so many thousand cases
Which do concern their Persons, or their places
Or other men; and such a few there are
To represent them to a Royal Ear

And, likewise of those few, there are so few
Who represent unto them what is true,
That, whilst a freedom is allow'd to none
To shew them what's destructively misdone,
Or, what is fam'd; All their Prerogatives
May not secure their Honours and theit lives:
Especially, at such a time as this
Wherein GOD searcheth after what's amisse;
And, hath already, both begun to cast
Into his fiery Furnace, and to blast
All Humane Wisdom, Pow'r and Righteousness
(Yea all, wherein their confidence men place)
That, they may know, all Evils do from them
Proceed, and all things, that are good, from him.

Moreover, that, which long since was foretold,
Some of this Generation shall behold,
In differing States, and with as different Passions
According to their differing Inclinations;
And by the Men, and means the world despises,
In spight of all that Hamaue wit devises
It shall be brought to pass; And, they who did
Defend the noblest Cause, then, best shall speed.
Oblig'd, for these respects, is ev'ry one
To do, what in his place is to be done,
That GOD's Will, so far forth as Power is given,
May here be done on Earth, as 'tis in Heaven:
A safe condition, they are alwayes in
Who trust not in their merits; hate their Sin;
And their endeavours labour to improve
In Faith, and Meekness, Patience, Hope and Love;
That this may be effected, whatsoever
It costs them, in pursuing that endeavour.
For, Priviledges of the Humane Nature,
More Sacred are then those of any Creature

Beneath the GODHEAD; and, to all Mankind
He is a Traytor, who hath ought design'd
Against that Interest; and therefore, I
Vow, in defence thereof, to live and die.

In order thereunto, I now employ,
The Faculty and Talent I enjoy,
Which, GOD hath made proportionable to
The works, and men, with whom I have to do.
That, which I suffer for, on this Account
Was done; By GOD's Commission I have done't.
If truth I write, I am no whit to blame,
If it be false, I an Imposter am;
And, let the Commons, when that next they meet,
Deal with me for it, as GOD shall permit.
I have discharg'd my Conscience: And, if me,
He will not save, I, saved will not be;
Nor will I, in this Cause plead one word more,
Then, this, and what I've written heretofore.

I know the World; she also knows her own
And, we shall both ere long be better known:
Mean while, this my Imprisonment to me
Will my Teipsum nosce, prove to be.
This also, and what's formerly exprest
Of me, and of this Age, will be a TEST.
Now, Ile retire unto my self, and sing
To GOD, be glory; and God save the King.

They, who are wise will observe these things; and shall understand the Loving kindness of the LORD. Psal. 104. 43.

Another Meditation in Newgate, somewhat alluding to this old verse in Seneca, Nunquam non Potest, esse Virtuti locus. Which implies, that no Place, or Time can disadvantage an Honest-man.

There's diff'rence in the self same Times and Places,
As GOD conferreth, or withdraws his Graces;
Or, as our Cause is; or, as we shall find
Our hearts, to be ought more or less inclin'd,
To bring the Flesh into a due subjection,
Unto the Spirits Dictates and direction.
For, this Place, I perceive to be the same
To me, which I unto my self, now am,
And, not that, which it is to most of them
Who are with me confined at this time.
My Burthens (though as great) are made more light,
Then theirs are unto them; The day or night,
Are no whit tedious; nor unpleasing make
My sleep, nor Cares renew, when I awake:
But, I as well contented am become,
In all respects, as ev'r I was at home;
Although, as well by my Intelligence,
I, my Afflictions feel, as by my Sense:
For, ev'n those things, which in themselves are bitter,
To cure Distempers, prove not onely fitter,
But sweeter too, then that which in times past
Was more desir'd, and did most please my taste.

The want of sleep here, and of such like things
As else where, and at other Seasons, brings
Pain to the Flesh, and to the Soul vexations,
Are eithet made to me sweet Recreations,
Or give Instruction, in another mode,
And more effectually, then things abroad.

Last night, as in my Bed I musing lay
How Time and Life, and all things pass away;
How needlesly our selves we vex and pother,
Destroy, afflict, and persecute each other;
What cost, and pains, and time, we spend to build
That, which will in a little while be spoil'd;
And, how, the quiet of our lives we trouble
About our structures of wood, straw and stubble;
Which, when our several Fiery Tryals come,
Will into smoke and Ashes, quite consume;
It made me take into consideration
What I had Built, and upon what Foundation,
That, I my self, might therein be secure
Although my Works, the flame should not endure.
And, thereof, having an assurance got
The loss of all my Works disturb me not:
For, I, a thousand times more pleas'd am grown
With his on whom I Build, then with mine own.

My Soul then, (which in her complantings,
Flies like an Eagle mounted on her wings
Through wayes, which to no othet can appear)
To various Objects, scatter'd here and there,
Her Flights directing; at the last descri'd
That Flame, whereby the works of men are try'd;
To which, mine Eye of Contemplation turning,
To see each single humane structure burning,
It was to me, a much more pleasing sight
Then Bon-fires on a Solemn Day at night

When young and old men round them in a Ring
Do sit and hear a Fidler play and sing;
And, 'mongst all things, which to the Fire then yielded,
The Paper works which have been lately builded
Did make the greatest Blaze; and to mine eyes
Appear'd to be the best Burnt-sacrifice
That had been off'red in this Age by men,
By, at the least, nine and a half in ten;
Because, they have a prime occasion been
Both of our present Plagues, and of much Sin:
And, griev'd I was not, that, some of mine own
Must into that refining fire be thrown,
For, though that useful they might be some way,
Much of them, have (I fear) too much alay.

There are among our Papers-Edifices,
Some useful, sanctifi'd, and harmless Peeces
Which may be helpful to preserve those Notions
Whereby, our Faith, our manners and Devotions
May be improved, and likewise to clear
The Lanthorn, which the saving Light doth bear,
From those bedaubings, which the Foggs of Time,
And mists of Ignorance, have made so dim,
That, many things, it very dubious makes
And doth occasion manifold mistakes:
But, they are buried so in heaps of trash,
So choakt, with intermixed Balderdash,
And, so supprest by them who hate the Light,
(Or, persecute the Authors with despight)
That, they are but like here and there a spark,
Which lies at Bopeep, twinckling in the dark;
And, would be quite quencht, if not oft reviv'd.
By him, from whom, they were at first deriv'd.
Yet (like the Fire which in a Wat'ry-Pit,
Was hid) although such sparks be clouded, yet

They will break forth; and kindled by the blast
Of GOD's out-breathings, raise a flame at last,
That shall quite burn up, those huge Piles of vain
And Pestilent contrivements of the Brain.

For, they are, and have long time, been the Tinder
Of Pride and Lust, and Discord. They, do hinder
The Publick Peace; The growth of Truth and Love
They do obstruct; All wickedness promove,
And all Prophaness; Ignoranee they cherish,
Destructive Animosites they nourish:
Yea, have so fill'd the world with Books of lies,
Patcht up with forged probabilities,
That, 'tis impossible the Time succeeding
Should know the Truth of any thing by reading,
Without a more then common Intellect
Or, some Divine Assistance to direct.
For, they have put on most things, such disguises,
That, Vertues, hardly can be known from Vices,
Or Truths from Heresies, or wit from folly,
Or things prophane discern'd from what is holy;
Nor cheating Sophistries, from soundest Reason,
Nor Right from wrong, nor Loyalty from Treason;
Nor Reprobates from Saints; nor Saints from Devils,
Nor saving Doctrines from destroying Evils,
Except some help which hath vouchsafed been
From GGD, shall much improve the Light within.

This notwithstanding, pleased be to know,
(Although there is to them pronounc'd a Woe
By whom offences come) it fitting were
That, if an Evil be, it should appear:
And, (since GOD doth permit it for Probation
That good and evil in each Generation
Sholdu manifest it self) that by the Crimes
Of others, men Approv'd may know the Times,

We with a sanctified heart should heed them
And, to those ends improve them when we read them
For which they were permitted. Thus, from Acts
That evil are, the prudent man extracts
Good uses, as Physitians when it needs,
Extract good Physick out of poysonous Weeds.

Thus far, my Muse before I was aware
Had rambled; But, Ile cast the Lure up, here.

These, & such thoughts as these, me waking kept
Whilst, many Dream'd of other things, and slept.
This, of the last nights Musings, portion was;
(Which, if you please, may for a Vision passe)
And, when the morning came, thus, into words
I put, as much as memory affords.

Newgate, the 27th. day of the 7. Moneth, 1661.

A Meditation, occasioned by the same Prisoners calling to mind, Jeremies Prophecie to Ebed-melech, the Blackmore, Jerem. 39. 15.

I am oblig'd, as much as I am able,
To be to other men as comfortable
As they have been to me; and, though
And Peter said long since) Gold I have none as John
Nor silver) what I have, I will repay,
And, that, perhaps, may useful be some way.
What was Ebed-melech, but, one of those
Who, Nationally, were esteemed Foes,

To GOD, and to his Church? which way, can we
By what is writ of him, advantag'd be
More then by other Common Histories,
If, from what's mention'd in such Peophesies,
We may not with good warranty, apply
The same rewards of Faith and Charity,
(To ev'ry man in every Generation)
Which was recorded by the Jewish Nation,
Both to infuse and warrant, the same hope
Which was confirmed to this Æthiope?
But, doubtlesly we may; since, for our learning
For our direction, comfort and forewarning,
All those things, principally, were ordain'd
Which, in the holy Scriptures are contain'd.

This person, represents to us, our state
By nature, and as men regenerate.
The life of Jeremiah he preserved,
Who, else, within a Dungeon had been starved:
Him, forth out of a lothsome Pit he drew,
When, nor Prince, Peer, or Priest, nor any Jew
To him vouchsafed mercy: he, alone,
Did more then any Isra'lite had done,
Although a Gentile, and a Courtier too,
Who, seldom, works of Charity, will do.
And, this, was so accepted of the LORD,
That by the self same Prophet, he sent word
(Ev'n whilst that he detain'd in Prison was
As I am now) that, when upon the place
Of his abode, the dreadful doom foretold
Inflicted was, he should the same behold;
And, that, to him, on their destruction day
His life, should be vouchsafed, for a prey.

This Signal Mercy to my mind was brought,
In this place, pertinently, (as I thought)

Why, from this Patern therefore, may not I
Who, for declaring truth, imprison'd lie,
Shew forth that mercy which I have receiv'd
And whereby, I am hitherto repriev'd
From what to me, might probably have been
As bad, as that which Jeremy was in?
For, Age and Poverty, in such a place,
Might quickly have destroy'd one in my case.
My Soul, for this Compassion, praise thou him
Who hath vouchsafed it; and blesse thou them
My gracious GOD, who were the Instruments
In that, which my destruction here prevents:
Although, they of a forraign Nation are not
They, Neighbours, Kinsmen, or Familiars were not
But all of them (except a very few)
Such, as untill of late, I neither knew
In Person, or by name; some of them be
In judgement also, differing from me
In some points; which, infallibly doth prove
Their Faith is true, and perfected by Love.

Their Charity. (This I dare boldly say)
GOD, will reward, upon their Tryal day;
And, in those future dreadful Visitations
Which, likely are, to come upon these Nations
Preserve their lives, to see them, who oppresse,
Receive their portions with the merciless.
As sure, as I yet live, it will be thus;
Or, they, at least, when Christ calls them, with us,
Before his Judgement-throne; repaid will be
What they have here vouchsafed unto me;
For, mercy, though extended to a Beast
(Much more to man) with some reward is blest,
And, though I were a more unworthy wretch
Then was by Nature, that Ebed-melech,

Yet, forasmuch, as me they have received
As one of Christs Disciples, and relieved,
(What er'e I am) he, Charity regards,
And, they, accordingly shall have rewards.

Newgate, Sept. 26. 1661.

An Antidote against Fear, composed upon the Citizens being unexpectedly in Arms, Sept. 28. 1661. at night.

God, keep all safe abroad; I'm in my Bed,
And, see no danger yet, or cause of dread.
Emanuel my Protector is become,
He, keeps all Pannick-fears out of this Roome,
And, though the Devil and my Foes together
Confederated, they can bring none hither.
Here's nought, that any way doth me disease,
Unless, it be a few poor starveling Fleas,
Which, I perceive are more afraid of me,
Then cause I have of them afraid to be:
For, if I do but shrugg, where it doth itch,
They skip into a hole, and there they couch.
No Thief, I think, to rob me dares appear,
Within these Walls, the Gallowes are so near;
And, likewise, I believe, 'tis known full well,
I've nought to lose, nor ought for them to steal.
I no Back-biters had, since to this house
I my Commitment had, except, one Louse
Which now is dead, (not having left behind
A son or daughter, that I yet can find)

And, though I were assaulted with a score
(As here, some are oft-times with many more)
I am assur'd, my Landress hath a gift
To rid them; and it is a cleanly shift.

I do suspect, that, thus it doth not fare
With all men, who rejoyce that I am here;
But, that, although they speak big words and grin,
They have more fears without them, or within;
And, that, some thousands who yet walk the street
With more, and with worse misadventures meet:
For, Terrors are abroad, and ev'ry where
It doth in Language, or in looks appear.
I, just now, hear a sound like to Alarms;
Drums beating, and the clattering of Arms;
I (as they pass along, hear Souldiers voyces,
Words of Command, and Military Noises,
Which, by the time, and darkness of the night,
Doth many of the Neighbour-hood affright,
And makes me think (although I cannot tell
What is amiss) that, all things go not well.

What should the matter be? I hope, the men
Whom we saw dead, are not alive agen;
For, though I live yet, (and live longer may)
I did expect to rise, assoon as they.
Most hoped, they, er'e now should have been free,
From that, wherewith disturbed they still be;
But, many see, here's dayly an increase
Of what, may more infringe the Common-peace.
The Citizens, I hear, strict watch do keep
This night, in Arms: I hope, were they asleep
We should be safe; and that, this will hereafter
Yield much less cause of sorrow, then of laughter:
For, all our Factions are now of each other
So fearful, that they'l hardly come together,

Unless affrighted in the dark they are,
And fall foul on each other, unaware.

Men might (if there withall they could be pleas'd)
Of pains and cost and troubles, be much eas'd,
(With much more safety, and more, honour too)
Yet, make no night Alarms as now they do.
He, that's a pious, and an honest liver,
Needs not the Mores Bow, nor the Parthians Quiver,
Nor, to be singly, much less double garded:
For, Innocence is by it self, well warded;
And, when she's most maliciously surrounded,
Then, soonest, her Oppressors are confounded.
Of all the Foes, that are, or ever were,
There's none so bad, or dangerous as Fear:
For, it not onely many a man distresses,
When Plenty, Power, and Honour, he possesses,
(And all the pleasures of his life destroys,
Whilst ev'ry thing he seemingly enjoyes)
But, makes Plagues also, which will never come
To be a greater torment unto some,
Then they are, or, then they can be, if all
Whereof they are afraid, should them befall.

Moreover, it is such a foe as none
Can easily escape when seiz'd upon.
Nor Power nor Policy, nor Walls of Brasse
To keep it out, can strengthen any place;
Nor Flesh and Blood, by Sratagem, or Ginn
Expell it can, when it hath broken in.
Were all the Wealth and Weapons in the Land,
And all the People, at one Mans Command,
They could not fortifie his heart from fears;
For, Terrours will creep in ev'n at the ears,
And passage make through ev'ry other Sence,
In spight of all resistance and defence.

That Fear is such a Terrour, I well know
For I have felt it, though I do not now,
Save, as a natural passion, which, if well
We moderate, is, what a Sentinel
Is to an Army; and by Flesh and Blood,
Though, possibly, it cannot be with stood,
(Especially, when by a wilful Sin,
Against Good Conscience acted, it breaks in
And growes inraged) yet, by Grace we may
Subdue it; And, this, is the only way.

Take Fear and Love, well tempered together,
(As much, as may sufficient be of either)
Fire quencheth Fire; The oil of Scorpions, heals,
The Scorpions sting; and, if, of all things else
You would be fearless, you must fear GOD, so
As man ought; Do, as to be done unto
You would expect, and to that Fear, add Love;
For, Love expelleth ev'ry other Fear
(If placed on right Objects, and sincere)
Plucks up all Vices, and plants in their places
Habitual Vertues, and Celestial Graces.
The Love of GOD , with Filial Fear begins,
And with a detestation of all sins.
The knowledge of our Natural Estate,
In us, Desires to cure it will Create.
The Love of GOD in Christ, then, being known,
(And, what, when we incurable were grown
He hath done for us) will more Love beget
If we no false suggestions do admit;
That Love, will also, dayly stronger grow
If we GOD's nature truly learn to know.
And, not as Eve did, him suspect of Evil;
Ascribe to him, what's proper to the Devil;

Suspect the Promises which he doth give us;
Nor think that he intendeth to deceive us.
For, if we love him, we will then believe him,
In all his Attributes due Glory give him.
We then will do, and not disputing stand,
Of that which he forbids, or doth command.
Nor fear, nor stagger, from that Resolution
(Who ever countermands their execution)
But, love him so, as having understood
That all his Works, and his Commands are good:
So love him, that, we love his whole Creation,
Nought hating, but what's his abomination.
We will not then permit Humane Tradition
With his known will, to stand in competition;
Lay bonds on them, whom he from Bondage frees;
Charge him, with Ordinances and Decrees
Which he did never make; but forged were
By him, who, layes for ev'ry Soul a snare;
Or, by his Instruments, whose Merchandizes
And Pomp, are much advanc'd by those devises:
We will not, when he graciously invites,
To penitence, reject him with despights,
And, foes implacable, to them appear
Who zealous of their Weal and Safety are.

These are the Well-springs of those many errors
Distractions, miseries, and Pannick Terrours
Which are among us. That, which chiefly here
Begetteth troubles and augmenteth fear,
Is, want of such a Fear, and such a Love,
As may become effectual to improve
Those Judgements & these Mercies, which our eyes
Have seen; & whereby, (though we see GOD tryes
These Nations to this day) nor Prince, nor Peer
Nor Priest nor People, doth as yet appear

So mindful as they ought to be of that
Which, was, for, or against them, done of late:
Nor see I any Fruit which thence proceeds,
Save Thorns & Brambles, Thistles, tares or weeds.
But, they who stop their Ears and shut their Eyes,
Against those Wonders and those Prodigies,
Which have been lately sent to startle them
From that security, wherein they Dream;
And they who are not much displeas'd alone
With Publication of what God hath done,
But, also with his Word; shall see and hear,
Those things, ere long, with trembling & with fear,
Which will not be concealed; but, befall
So openly, as to be known to all.
These, have the causes been, that Christendom
Is lately, an Acheldama become;
For, these are those things, which advance the works
Of Antichrist, and make way for the Turks.
Let us repent therefore, whilst we have space,
Lest Fields of Blood, be turned to Golgotha's.
Let us, in this our Visitation day
Give ear unto GOD's Voice, whilst yet we may;
Not like Bruit Beasts pursuing one another,
But, lincking fast in Charity together,
Be reconcil'd to GOD, with Loving-awe:
For, that sums up the Gospel, and the Law.
Do this, and if of ought you fearful be,
Let all, that you can fear, fall upon me.

A short Excuse, rendering some Reasons why this Prisoner makes no Adresses for his Release, to great Persons for their Favour in his Cause.

I am inform'd, by men of good report,
That, there are Noble Pers'nages in Court
Who hate Injustice, and, are of their Tribe,
Who love not baseness, flattery, or a Bribe;
And, that, should I my self to these Adresse,
I might perhaps obtain a quick release.
'Tis possible; But, I may much indanger
Their Quiet; and, am now grown such a stranger
To Courtship, that I cannot Complement,
Or, act effectually, to that intent;
Nor think it prudence (were I mov'd that way)
To seek a Needle, in a Trusse of Hay.

'Tis not my Principle (though other while
I have been over-ruled, to beguile
My understanding) that course to endeavour;
And, having found it unsucesful ever
Resolve now (be it for my gain or loss)
To signifie my Cause, to them in grosse,
In open Courts, to whom it doth belong,
To be my Judges of what's right or wrong:
For, if impartially, they will not hear
My cause at large, and do me Justice there,
I will not be oblig'd to any one
To do for private ends, what should be done,
For Justice-sake; because, where one man shall
Be so corrupt, it may corrupt them all;

And in each Case, by turns, for unjust ends,
They may Bribe one another for their Friends
As heretofore they did, and, as they may
Hereafter, whatsoever I do or say.

Not much esteem of any thing I make,
Which other men, can either give or take.
Nor Safety, Wealth, or Honour pleaseth me
But that which will inseparable be
From me; and which I may attain unto,
And, also keep, whether men will or no.
Vertue's the Fountain whence true honour springs;
Not Popes, Grand Segniors, Emperors or Kings,
For, what they give to make men Honourable,
To me appears to be so despicable
That, though most men, do their chief darling, make it
If they would give it me, I would not take it:
What, is there likely for me to be done,
By those, who such-like Baubles dote upon?
I, never hitherto, a kindness had
By any Friend, which I my self have made;
But, by such onely, as God had inclin'd
(Without a by-respect in any kind)
To do me Justice, or to shew compassion,
Mov'd by their own Heroick inclination:
And, to that end, GOD, often heretofore,
Hath from among meer strangers, rais'd me more
True Friends at need, my cause to undertake,
Then I deserved, or had pow'r to make;
And, as it me contented much the better
So, thereby, was their honour made the greater.
Most seek the Judge; but, I believe his word,
Who said, The Judgement cometh from the LORD;
And, unto me, it seems an indirect
Aspersion, or a Symptom of suspect,

A Judge, in private to preoccupate,
And, him by Friends, or Gifts to captivate;
For, in great Counsels, men should nothing do
In love to Friends, or hatred to a Foe.

I have observed, that, Judicial Courts
Whether they be of good or bad reports,
(Or, whether, what is actually there done,
Seem just, or to the wrong of any one)
Are guided by a Spirit, which directs
To what is alwayes Righteous, in respects
Unto GOD's Justice, though perhaps it may
A Humane Righteousness infringe some way;
Or, though they, to whom Judgement is refer'd,
Through Ignorance, or Wickedness, have err'd.

Ile therefore, make no Friend, nor fear a Foe,
But, when the COMMONS call me I will go
To hear their Charge, for which I have begun
To suffer, er'e 'tis known what I have done;
That, least I break or die before the time
In which I must make payment for my crime,
(If crime it prove) they, rather, overweight
May lay; then, that, which is a Dram too light;
For, punishments are usually well paid,
Though other debts till Dooms Day are delay'd:
And, Innocence, is oft pursued further
Upon suspect, then real Theft or Murther.

In that, for which unheard, some precondemn
My Person hither; I, TO GOD and them
Whom it may most concern, Appeals have made
Whereon, I ought a Tryal to have had
Before I suff'red. My Appeal prefer'd
To GOD, hath betwixt him, and me, been heard
Within his Court of Conscience in my heart;
And, there am quit of what may on his part

Be brought against me for what I have writ.
He sees it, though the world concealeth it;
And, read it must be by the Commons too,
Ev'n quite throughout (if Justice they will do)
Before they censure it: Needless it were,
If just and conscientious men they are,
To Court them to their Duties; and so strong
No Charm of mine can be, whereby a wrong
May be prevented, if to take that ill
They be resolv'd, which flowed from Good-will.
At all aduenture, wholly to the Laws,
And to their Conscience, Ile refer my Cause;
Alleage for my defence, what I can say,
And bear that, which will follow, as I may.

A Composure, for his private Refreshment made by the same Prisoner, upon considering the sad outward Condition of his Dearest Relations in the Flesh: after which is added the Narrative of a sudden distemper thereupon ensuing.

My Contemplation, evr'y hour so travells,
In new pursuits, and into all things Ravells
With so much restlessness, as if she ment
The whole world in a Mapp to represent.
One while she maketh introdes on my Foes,
To bring me some Intelligence from those;
That, I consid'ring what they go about
Their malice, may the better weather-out.

Another while, to me she represents,
What mischiefes, troubles, fear and discontents
There are abroad; that, I may thereby see
How, they are troubled, who have troubled me;
How 'twixt the two shoars, Pharohs Army reels;
How, GOD hath taken off their Charret Wheels
How, he obdures the Insolent and proud;
How dreadfully, he looks out of the Cloud
Which he hath placed, betwixt them and those,
Whom they pursue to their own overthrowes.

Sometime, she brings to my consideration
GOD's Love, and inexpressible compassion,
Who, in an extraordinary wise,
Not onely hath vouchsafed me supplies
By those who to my Person strangers are,
But also, with such love and tender care
Of my safe-being, that I may of them
(As Christ did, when his kindred ask'd for him)
Say, These my kindred are; These, are my Mothers;
These, are my real Sisters and my Brothers.
My Dear'st Relations in the Flesh, among
Those Friends, this day, appeared in the throng
To be consider'd; and, I must confess
My Bowels yern'd, to think on their distresse,
And, mov'd with pitty, it compel'd my Muse,
To clothe in words, that, which now next ensues.

I

All suff'rings, that have tended
To my probation, here,
Cannot be comprehended
In what my words declare;
For, though to help expression
I have a knowing-sense,

The sum of my Condition
Cannot be gathered thence.

II

In Pleasures, and in Sorrows,
I have had no small share;
Sad Nights, and joyful Morrowes,
My Portion often were;
That, which with Joy affects me,
Is far above the Skie,
And, that, which yet afflicts me
As deep as Hell doth lie.

III

My near'st, and dear'st Relations,
Unmention'd though they be,
Among my Meditations,
Are not forgot by me.
For, though I would not mind them,
My heart, them so retains,
That, there, I still shall find them,
As long as life remains.

IV

Lest that might have miscarry'd
Which, to neglect I fear'd,
Like one, quite dead and buried,
I have to them appear'd:
And by my late employments,
Despairful they are made,
Of me, and those enjoyments
Which else, they might have had.

V

Reciprocal Indearments,
Are by my troubles crost;
The means of their Preferments
With my Estate are lost.
These times, have quite bereft them
Of that which gave content,
And, in their power nought left them,
New mischiefes to prevent.

VI

My Blossoms are quite wither'd,
My Leaves are much decay'd;
My Fruits, by those are gather'd,
Who nothing for them paid;
I, from whom (when they need them)
They should supplies have had,
Have neither Fruits to feed them,
Nor boughes to give them shade.

VII

We could, when we were troubled,
Each others hearts have eas'd;
Converse, our pleasures doubled,
When we with ought were pleas'd;
Such Comforts, now to give them,
Companion they have none,
But, they (what ere doth grieve them)
Must sit, and grieve alone.

VIII

In Mercy, LORD, look on them,
And pitty their Estate;

The wrongs that I have done them,
Proceeded not from hate;
I did, what I conceived
Doth to thy work belong,
But, that's thereby bereaved,
Which is to them a wrong.

IX

Thereof, be therefore heedful,
Them, favour not the less,
Supply with all things needful,
In this their great distresse;
And, when thou me shalt gather
Out of this Land of life,
Be thou my Childrens Father,
A Husband to my Wife.

X

When I with them must never
Speak more, by Tongue or Pen,
And, they be barr'd for ever,
To see my face agen.
Thy Loving kindness show them,
Lost comforts to revive,
Instead of what I owe them,
And pay not whilst I live.

XI

Let all my former failings,
Through frailties, in time past,
And, what may cause bewailings,
Quite out of thought be cast;
And, onely recordation
Of those things be exprest,

Whereby their consolation
May dayly be increast.

XII

Preserve them from each Folly,
Which ripening into Sin,
Makes Root and Branch unholy,
And brings destruction in.
Let not this World bewitch them,
With her besotting Wine,
But, let thy Grace inrich them,
With Faith, and Love Divine.

XIII

And, whilst we live together
Let us, upon thee call;
Help to prepare each other,
For what, may yet befall;
So just, so faithful hearted,
So constant let us be,
That, when we here are parted
We may all meet in thee.

This being writ, and once or twice sung over,
My Reason, did sufficient strength recover
Those Passions to repell, which did begin
Upon my heart at that time to break in:
But, ere they were alay'd, an Accident
Fell out, which that good issue did prevent;
I have so much of common Manliness,
(Which might more profit me if it were less)
That, all the frailties of the Humane Creature
(Co-incident since my depraved Nature)
Still so attend me, that do what I can
I fall into distemper, now and then;

And ere that day was wholly overpast,
I, by a sudden accident was cast
Into a Passion, which did give occasion
Of this ensuing sad Ejaculation.

LORD, help me now; assist me now, to bear
That, unexpected brunt of Hope and Fear,
To which I on a suddain am expos'd,
(Whilst other mischiefes have me round inclos'd)
For, great and many, though my troubles be
They, hitherto have not distemper'd me.
But, now I feel my Constancy to shake,
My Flesh to tremble, my sad heart so ake,
That, if thou dost not speedily apply
A Cordial, I may droop, and faint, and die.

My Treacherous Flesh and Blood, how false are you!
To me, and to your own selves, how untrue!
How quickly to revolt do you begin!
How cowardly have you my Foe let in
At his first summons? how have you conspir'd
To give him that advantage he desir'd?
And whilst I for your safety did prepare
Joyn to surprize me ere I was aware?
LORD, let them not prevail; but, help me rally
My scattered Forces, and to make a sally
On those who my weak Citadel beset:
For they have seiz'd but on my Out-works yet,
And, if but over me, thou please to hover,
(Though at a distance) I shall soon recover.
Therefore, at this Assault, for me appear;
From me, this Black Cloud, by thy presence, clear;
Renew my courage in this day of trouble;
Increase my Faith, my former Hope redouble;
And let thy Spirit teach me so to pray,
That what I shall request, obtain I may.

Be likewise pleas'd the chatterings of the Swallow,
And mournings of the Turtle, so to hallow;
That those things which are now express'd by me,
May be both acceptable unto thee,
And unto those who hear them not in vain,
Though to my private suff'rings they pertain:
For peradventure, that which me oretakes
Hath partly been permitted for their sakes;
That they, by heeding what on them at length
May fall, might by my weakness gather strength;
For, what is in it self a single Trouble,
By circumstances, may be sometimes double.

My best Friends peradventure, now will wonder
How, I am thus, as with a clap of thunder,
Struck suddenly; and my Foes, with a scoff
Will Jeer, to see me so soon taken off
From my late courage and high Resolution,
(Whilst I was putting it in Execution,)
When they shall know, that, but concerns my Wife,
Which breaks through all the comforts of my life,
And thus disorders me: But, when they hear me
Ev'n some of them, who at the first will Jeer me,
(If they have any Manhood left in them)
Shall me of no such levity condemn,
As yet they may, when all the circumstances
I have declar'd to cure their ignorances:
For, one of GOD's choice Prophets, had a Tryal
Not much unlike this, of his self-denial,
When he (as I do) in his Generation,
Bore witness of their great abomination:
Which (if ought more) had little more effect,
Then I may, at this present day, expect.
He (whilst GOD's work he follow'd) to the heart,
Was pierced (through his Wife) with sorrows dart.

She (as the holy Scripture testifies)
Was unto him, as precious as his eyes,
The comfort of his life, and far more dear
(As I believe) then all things transcient were.
And peradventure he had grieved more
Then yet I do, had not the day before
GOD, both foretold her death, and charg'd him too,
Not to bewail the Wife he loved so.
What, this to me doth intimate, I shall
Forbear to tell now; but, if that befall
Which I may fear, it will have an effect,
Whose demonstration, I shall not neglect
If so long I survive, as to declare
That Sequell, for which, it will way prepare.
Mean while (since hope hath taken truce with sorrow)
For some few dayes, that little time Ile borrow,
To make it known, how, by a Pannick dread
I am at present, so distempered;
And in such sober Language will declare it,
Without Hyperboles, that, if men hear it
With like sobriety, it will perchance
Their edifying in some kind advance.

When, I had finished those Meditations
Last mention'd (which concern my dear'st Relations
As to the world) A messenger of sorrow
That very day, (I, looking for, next morrow
My Wives arrival) brought, not newes alone
That suddain sickness, her had seiz'd upon;
But, that, she likewise in a Feaver lies,
With which are complicated Maladies
Portending death: and Death desired so
That, they about her, can with much ado
Preserve her life. This newes, as soon as told,
Laid instantly, upon me such fast hold,

That, er'e I could into my heart retire
I seemed to be wholly set on fire:
And (being for surprizal, the more fit
By what, that day, for better use was writ)
Instead of that, which might have quencht the same
I snatcht up oil, and threw't into the flame.

So frail I am not (though made of such Mettle
That I am sometime soft and sometime Britle)
As to be shaken meerly with a fear
Of things which ev'ry day expected are;
But, many sad concomitants attended
This Message, not till then so apprehended;
For, at that instant every thing prest in
Which might a doleful Tragedy begin,
With such confusion, that, what entred first
I knew not, neither which disturb'd me worst.
So that, I nought could call to mind, but that
Which my Afflictions, did more aggravate.

Imprisonment, I felt not till that day,
Wherein I found, that I was kept away,
Where, I to her could no assistance give,
For, whose sake, I did most desire to live;
My Fancie represented to my sight
In how disconsolate and sad a plight,
She there was left, dispoil'd of all she had,
Excepting, what might make her heart more sad.
With foes surrounded, not one to befriend her,
Not servants in that weakness to attend her,
No good Physitian living there about,
Scarce any thing within doors, or without,
For food or Physick: for, while she had health
Her courage did supply her want of Wealth,
And all things else, with help, of what from Heaven
Was by his providence in all wants given,

Who hath been my support; By him alone
She hath in many straits been carryed on,
And all oppressions with such courage bore
As if she had been rich by being poor:
Which her despightful neighbours heeding well
(And, that she far'd like trodden Camomel)
Words unto this effect, were heard to speak
Will not, with all this loss, her stout heart break?
GOD, was, and still, her helper he will be;
But, for all this, what thanks is due to me?
What help am I who should a help have been,
When such extream Affliction she was in?

Dear BETTY, how inhumanly opprest?
Art thou? and oh! how is my Soul distrest
Now, I here think upon thy high desart,
And, how discomfortably left thou art?
If it might comfort thee, would thou, didst know
(Else not) what tears out of mine eyes do flow:
For, I, from whom the worlds despights can strain
Nor sighs, nor tears, from tears cannot restrain.
Woe's me (my Dear) my life I would resign
Might it accepted be, to ransome thine,
And were at my dispose; for, cause am I
Of that sad plight, wherein thou now dost lie;
Since, what the world hath done, is nothing more,
Then thou hast alwayes look'd for heretofore.
Yet, take it not unkindly; for, to thee
No ill was meant, in what was done by me:
He, (as I thought) to whom my self I owe,
(And, who did thee, and all I had bestow)
Requir'd the services that brought upon me
That, which to thy undoing, hath undone me;
And he will either back again restore
What's lost, or give us better things, and more.

This, knowing thou believ'st, and dost confide
In him, hath much my Passion qualifi'd;
And makes me hopeful, GOD, will bring thee hither,
Or, me to thee, that, we once more together
May praise his Name, and live till we can part,
Without the least distemp'rature of heart.

Whilst this hope lasts, lest notice being taken
That, I with one small puff of wind am shaken;
Lest also, this begets a fear in some,
That I may totally be overcome,
When they perceive, that he, who hath profest
So much, hath with so little been opprest;
And, lest they also may discourag'd be,
(If I sinck under that which lies on me)
I will, for that cause, hence occasion take,
(Aswell, for their, as for mine, and her sake)
So plainly, what befals me to expresse,
That, no heart which hath any tenderness,
Beseeming men, shall think a greater Tryal
Of humane patience, in a self-denial
Can ever in the Flesh be undergone,
Then this, which they suppose a slender one.
I have a just occasion too, by that
To render her, that honour in the Gate,
Which is her due; and whereto I do stand
Obliged by King Lemuels Command;
And, from what I expresse, perhaps, likewise,
There may some other good effects arise.

What could the malice of the Devil invent,
To make more grievous my Imprisonment
Then at this time, wherein (for ought I know)
The last, and needful'st duty that I owe
Unto my dearest Friend, ought to be paid,
To be unjustly in a Prison staid?

Were I detained but from such a one,
As many have, (a Wife in name alone)
I should be glad perhaps, I now am here,
Or, though within a far worse place it were:
But, if I may with modesty expresse,
What I believe, I can affirm no less
Then this; Though many women have done well,
Mine, with the best may be a parallel:
And, since my pow'r to nothing else extends
Which may, for what she suffers make amends,
In words, at least, Ile give her what is due
And say no more, then I believe is true.
Perhaps, when told, it will so far exceed
What is according to the common Creed,
That, many will suspect it; But, know this
There is in that man very much amisse
Who, of his consort, doth not so believe
In some degree, as I of mine conceive.
For, if he finds her not a helpful Wife,
Either, for this, or for the other Life;
The fault's his own, though she may faulty prove;
And he ingratefully requites GOD's Love.
GOD gave her not, but, he himself acquir'd her,
By some ill means; or, for those ends desir'd her
Which make no Marriages, but what are evil,
And, were made by the World, Flesh and the Devil.
Else, he would honour Providence Divine,
By praising of his Wife as I do mine.
Or, by confessing freely, as he ought,
That, GOD is just, in giving what he sought.
Whether mine live or die, let none who hear them
Grudge her these praises, for her worth will bear them.

At first, I lov'd her, for his sake that gave her;
Of him, I sought her, and from him I have her,
If she be yet alive, (which I yet hope,
And, that he to my fear will put a stop.)
That, we each other might affect the better,
(And, to be mutual helpers prove the fitter)
As EVE from ADAM, GOD did, as it were,
First, make her out of me; then, me by her
He made more perfect; And since Eve was made
No man on earth a fitter helper had.
If any woman may Charactred be
By Lemuels pattern, I think this is she:
For, having oftentimes compared them,
Betwixt them, little difference did seem.
She is a Prize, worth ev'ry precious stone
In India, were all their worths in One.
My heart in her hath trusted so, that yet
I never, since I knew het, felt a fit
Of Jealousie or doubt, in any kinde,
Which brought the least distemper to my mind.
She, at all times, much good to me hath done,
But, evil, in her life time, did me none.
With courage, her Affairs she went about
By Day; at Night, her Candle went not out.
She was among the last, who came to bed;
The first, who in the Morning rais'd her head;
And, that no duty might be left undone,
Martha, and Mary, she still joyn'd in One.
In all Domestick Business, she was skil'd,
Both in the house, and likewise in the Field:
And whilst my time was otherwayes bestown,
Dispatch'd both my affaires, and her own.
She was no Prodigal, nor basely sparing;
All things were done without vexatious caring;

She chid those, who (when chiding was in season)
Were to be quickned more with noise, then Reason;
And, when to angry words they did provoke,
Her anger ended, when the words were spoke;
When, also, they were griev'd, who did misdo,
She pardon'd, and with them, oft, grieved too.
All her Affairs, she managing with Reason,
Appointed work and meat, in their due Season
To ev'ry servant; and good notice took
Both of what was well, or Ill done, or spoke.
She feared GOD, and honour gave to them
Who were invested with a Pow'r Supream;
Her life, she squared by GOD's holy Word,
According to the Light he did afford;
And, had her self so exercis'd therein,
That, often she my Concordance hath been;
Yea, and in Humane Histories, to me
Been in the stead of my MNEMOSYNE.

A better Woman, Mistris, Mother, Wife,
I never saw, nor shall see during life.
Rebecca like, she gave me still to eat
Aswell most savory, as wholsom meat;
And, when GOD fent me food, good care she took,
The Devil should not send me in a Cook.
To me, to mine, and our poor neighbourhood,
She, in the stead of our Physitian stood;
She, still according to her power was ready
To give what things were needful to the needy;
Who did not wilful Beggarship professe,
That, they might live in sorded Idlenese;
And, purchasing her own food with her sweat,
Abhor'd the bread of Idleness to eat:
She could speak well, yet readier was to hear;
Exceeding Pleasant, and yet as severe

As Cato. Though Corporeal Beauties be
Worn out with Age, she is the same to me
She was at first, and 'twas no mean perfection,
Which, in my Youth, surprized my Affection.
This is her Character, and in the word
Of Truth, this is thereof, a true record.
In her, I did as much contentment find,
As if I had enjoy'd all Woman-kind:
For, though a poor mans Consort she hath been,
She had a spirit might become a Queen;
Yet, knowing how to want and to abound,
Could make it stoop ev'n to the very ground;
And, if she die, I shall but little care
For any thing she leaves behind her here,
Except her Children, and that which relates
To GOD, and to our Spiritual Estates.
The deprivation of her company
And, of thar joy in her society
Which I have had, is far a greater loss,
Then, all those many Baubles and that drosse,
Whereof the world deprives me; or, of them
(Had they heen mine) which others most esteem.
This seperation is the great'st despight
That malice could have done me at her height;
And might we live, where we might live alone
To talk of that, which GOD for us hath done,
(And means to do) my Joy would be much more
With competence, then with the worlds whole store,
Were I depriv'd of her; who, might be here
So necessary a Remembrancer.

Now, Judge (if you or I, do this believe)
Whether I had not cause enough to grieve,
That we were so, divided from each other,
Left hopeless, we again should meet together.

Though such in ev'ry point, she may not be,
Yet, since that she doth such appear to me;
Think, if by fear of loosing such a Prize,
A man who is far stronger, and more wise,
Might not, when thereby suddenly oretaken
As much with like distemp'ratures be shaken:
And, whether (taking to consideration
The sense I have of ev'ry Humane Passion)
Ought may befall, as I am Flesh and Blood,
That could more difficultly be withstood.

But, notwithstanding what's exprest, let no man
Suppose I have forgot she is a Woman.
I am not so Uxorious, or unwise,
To think that she hath no Infirmities;
Or, that to any other she doth seem
So worthy as she is in my esteem.
The rough hard shells in which rich Pearls do lie,
Shew not their Beauty to a strangers eye.
And Vertues, when that they most perfect are,
Sometimes, like faulty Actions may appear
To lookers on, who have not means to know
How done, nor to what end, nor whence they flow;
And then especially, when their Spectators,
Are Envious, or their Foes, or Vertue's haters.
The mildest Medicine, sore eyes, diseases,
A sickly Stomack wholsom'st meat, displeases;
And so the best and noblest Dispositions,
Are most dislik'd by men of base Conditions;
Because their Vertues, if they neighbours are,
Do make their Vices greater to appear.
Her precious Balms, have sometimes made me smart,
But, I confesse, the cause was on my part,
If she administred a bitter pill
In love, to make me well, when I was Ill.

And well she might sometimes occasion find,
To give me wholsome Physick of that kind,
By cautions and remembrances apply'd
In season, when my wit was foolifi'd:
For, nothing purposely, from her I hid
That, in my life, I said, or thought, or did.
And (that she might, at full, be privy to
My whole Affairs, and all I had to do)
No Letter unto me in absence came,
But leave I gave her to break ope the same.
Which freedom (with such) mutually bestown
Made me to her, and her to me so known,
That, what the outside of my Actions be,
My Conscience hardly better knowes then she.
Small use of an Affection can be there,
Or proofs of Friendship, where no failings are.
There's hardly possibility of living,
With any one, who never needs forgiving;
For, he, who in his Consort, finds no blame,
When he fails, will confounded be with shame.

By these Expressions, which have shown in part,
My Passions, I have somewhat eas'd my heart.
And, though impertinent they seem to be
To others, they are pertinent to me,
In shewing me my weakness, and from whom
My helps, in all extremities must come.
My Passion is the same; but, this, makes way
For Reason, to command, which did obey;
And, this Divertisment a stop, brings in
To that, which else, might have destructive been.
Yet, Instrumental, though my Reason was
Herein, th'Efficient is Preventing Grace:
And therefore, Him, from whom this Mercy came,
I, thus Petition to compleat the same.

My God! my heart, thou bast now touched nearly,
And dost in that, which I affect most dearly,
Begin to try my Faith; That Faith of mine
Which (if a true Faith) was a gift of thine;
It was by thee, upon my Soul begot:
Into Temptation, therefore lead me not
Beyond my strength; But LORD deliver me
From Evil, that, I may not foiled be:
Thy onely Son, to thee, taught me to pray
In words to this effect, when any way
I was opprest; Compassion therefore take
On me, (though not for mine) LORD, for his sake;
And me dismisse not, in this sad Condition,
Without a kind reply to my Petition:
For, as Lot said of Zoar, LORD, the boone
I now request is but a little one;
And, peradventure, should my foes perceive
Thou dost of every comfort him bereave
Who hath desir'd to magnifie thy Name,
It might occasion give them to blaspheme,
Or, make thy servants to begin to Fear
That, thou regard'st not how opprest they are.

That Helper, which thou didst on me bestow,
(And, Whose assistance is much needed now)
Thou seem'st to call upon me to resign,
As one, who must no longer now be mine.
Be not displeased LORD, if I shall say
Thou tak'st the comfort of my life away;
And that, I do expect thou shouldst not leave me
Quite comfortless, if thou of her bereave me.
Why dost thou Dictate to my heart this Prayer,
If thou intend'st, to leave me in despaire?
It cannot be, thou move me shouldst to crave,
That, which thou dost not purpose I should have.

I do depend on thee, and hazarded
Both her, and all that in this world I had
For thy Cause, if my heart be not untrue:
Though therefore, nothing is by merit due,
Vouchsafe, (if with thy will accord it may)
Her life with health, and for a longer day,
That, we with thankfulness, in praises giving,
May shew thy Mercies forth, among the living.
With Tokens of thy favour, make us glad,
According to the Troubles we have had.
And, make thy other servants hopeful be
Of that Salvation, which thou shew'st to me.

Make it appear unto this Generation
That, we have the same GOD, the same Salvation
In these our dayes, that was in former times,
Aswell, as such like Tyrrannies and Crimes.
Make it appear that thou hast love for us
Aswell as heretofore for Lazarus;
That, thou, who didst hear Hagar for a Son,
And, Hannah's Prayer, when she beg'd for one,
Dost not despise my Prayer for the life
Of my beloved and Afflicted Wise;
Or, hast less pitty now then heretofore
Thou hadst of other some, who did deplore
Their dead or dying Friends; and when they mourn'd,
Had them into their bosoms back return'd.
Let it be known to those who do begin
To think, thou art not that which thou hast been,
Because that this Age hath produc'd occasions
To shew thy self in other dispensations.
Though to run back to Egypt, we are ready;
As froward, as Rebellious, and as giddy.
As they whom thou broughtst thence; though, every way
As false, as faithless, and as apt as they

To set up golden Calves: Though, as were then
There be among us here, such wicked men
As Jannes, and as Jambres, who resist
Not Moses, but a greater, JESUS CHRIST;
And, strive by their Inchantments how to bring
Us back to bondage, and seduce the King
By cursed sorceries; yet, make it known;
That, thou in Btittain dost a People own:
That as when Israel was from Pharoh saved;
That, as thou wert with Moses and with David,
And with thy People who in thraldom were
At Babel, thou art present with us here.
(LORD! I beseech thee mind thou not the less
My private suit, although my zeal to this
Diverts me from it: for, Ile further yet
Pursue that, though thou me shouldst quite forget)
Apparant make it, that, some yet inherit
A Portion of the self same pow'rful Spirit
Which fill'd Elias; and if need require,
That thou hast Prophets, who can call down Fire,
Hail, Thunder-bolts, and other dreadful things
Upon the Troops and Armies of those Kings
Who Persecute thy Saints; and Heaven constrain
Either to let fall, or withhold the Rain,
As to thy service it shall appertain!
For, this, though, hardly yet believ'd of any,
Will shortly be made manifest to many;
And thy vouchsafeing this request of mine,
May make it, to this Age, perhaps, a signe
That, thou, as heretofore, dost lend an ear
At need, to every private sufferer,
As well as unto Publick Grievances,
And, that, when ripen'd are Iniquities

A greater Conquest will be got by Words,
Then ever was in any Age, by Swords.
My Dear Redeemer, if it may be thus,
Be pleas'd to Mediate this boon for us.

That suit, for which this Prayer was begun
I will renew, now this digressions done;
Yet, neither this, nor ought else Ile require,
(Though rather then my life, I this desire)
But, what, with thy Good pleasure may consist:
And, thou hast nothing openly exprest
To make me doubtful that may not be done;
For, then, I therein thus far, had not gone.
All, things thou seem'st to will, accord not to
That, which thou hast decreed for us to do,
As being absolutely necessary:
For, some of them are but Probationary:
Things, by us, rather to be will'd, then done,
As when, to Sacrifice his Onely Son
Thou didst command thy servant Abraham;
And, when that our obedience is the same,
With us, it otherwhile, doth so succeed
That, thou the Will, acceptest for the Deed;
And, mayst another Sacrifice, this day
Accept in her stead, for whom I now Pray.
This, moveth Dust and Ashes, now, to do,
What Natural Affection prompts me to:
Make her and me, so perfectly resign
Our selves, that our will, may be one with thine;
And, Pardon this bold pleading; for, had we
No will, which may be said our own to be,
There could be no obedience. Good nor Ill,
Can be, in him, that is not free to will.

LORD! this my Consort, is as dear to me
As Isaac unto Abraham could be;

Yet, if thou wilt resume her at this time,
(Although with me thou deal not as with him)
As absolutely, as he did intend
His Sacrifice; I, her to thee commend.
From thee I had her; up to thee I give her;
I, wholly unto thy disposure leave her;
And, whether thou shalt keep, or give her back,
Ile wear it as a Favour, for thy sake.
And, this is all Ile absolutely crave,
(Wherein, I know, I my request shall have)
If, with thine honour, it may to her good
Conduce, to let her make with me abode
A little longer time, that time allow;
Or else with all my heart, resume her now.
For, save to serve thee, and our Generation,
According to the end of our Creation,
(And for thy Glory) neither she, nor I
(If I do know her) wish to live or die.

If, her appointed labour now be done,
(And I must here abide to work alone,)
Take her into thine Arms before she go;
Make her not barely, to believe, but know,
That, this our sad and suddain Separation
Is for thy Glory, and for our Salvation:
(For, from the life and Death of greatest Kings
But seldom so much real honour springs
To glorifie thy Name, as doth from some
Who fill on earth, a despicable Roome.)
Give her an earnest, that she shall possesse
Thy love, in everlasting happiness;
And, that, we, whom she leaves afflicted here,
(Continning in our love to thee sincere)
Shall by the Mediatorship of him
Who bought us, meet at thy appointed time,

Where we shall never part; where, Tyrannies,
Of others, nor our own Infirmities,
Nor any thing which is to come, or past,
Deprives, of what for thine, prepar'd thou hast:
And, if she live, so let our deeds expresse
Whilst here we live, what we in words professe;
That others, may, until my dying day
Believe ther's truth, in what I write and say.
To that end, keep us pleased with our Lot,
Though little, much, or nothing shall be got
Of what we had; my GOD preserve us too
From stumbling, and from reeling to and fro,
Or stagg'rings in our Tryals, whereby they
Who are in like Afflictions, stagger may:
But, with true Joy, so let thy Holy Ghost
Replenish us, that, (although all be lost
Belonging to this world) thy Saints may see
That, there is All-sufficiency in thee.

Now, live or die my DEAR, GOD's will be done;
He fills my heart, and my Distemper's gone.
Since, GOD hath freed me from this Carnal Fear,
Let World, and Devil henceforth do what they dare.
The greater weights they shall upon me lay,
The sooner, I from them shall scape away.
If, me, they shall into a Dungeon throw,
Both dark and deep, that none may come to know
What, I say, think or do; yet, what's done there,
By these my Scraps and Crums, it will appear,
Though scribled hastily, yea, help prevent
What, peradventure, is the Worlds intent:
And hint, that, though Close-Prisoner me they keep,
I shall not wholly spend my time in sleep.
For, doubtless, to my GOD, there, speak I shall
Like Jonas, in the Belly of a Whale,

And (as the Blood of Abel dld) speake then,
That, which will more prevaile then Tongue or Pen.

Isaiah 38.

The living, The living (O GOD) shall praise thee as I do this day. (YET) Blessed are they who die in the LORD; for they shall rest from their Labours, and their works follow them. Revel. 14. 13.

Octob. 6. 1661.

Another Spiritual Song composed, by occasion of the last mentioned Distemper.

I

VVhen in the Morn we rise,
Alas! how little think we on,
What through our ears or eyes,
May pierce our hearts, ere that day's gone?
I, did but borrow
From what, next Morrow,
I hop'd to have enjoy'd;
And that, hath quite
The whole delight
Of both dayes, now destroy'd.

II

My thoughtful heart grew sad,
And represented unto me,
Such things as in the shade
Of Death's approaches use to be:

With many a doubt,
(Which Faith keeps out)
My Fancy fills my head;
And clouds are come,
Which with a Gloome
This day, have overspread.

III

If, whilst the Sun gives light,
Become so dark, so soon, it may,
How black will be the Night
That shall ensue so dark a day?
My Soul, I see
Betray'd we be,
By our own want of care,
To have prepar'd
A dayly guard,
To keep out carnal Fear.

IV

No pow'r was in the World
Whereby a Passion like to this,
On me could have been hurl'd,
Had nought, been in my self amisse:
By day or night,
(Be't black or bright)
The Devil hath no power
Which can procure
Distemp'rature,
Without some fault of our.

V

How frail a thing is man,
That, lifeless words, aray'd in white,

This Morn affright him can
Who, seemed fearless yester night?
Dread of ill newes,
Too plainly shews
That, with us all's not well:
For, if it were
We need not Fear,
Though storm'd by Death and Hell.

VI

For, if beneath GOD's Wing
Our safe repose we sought to make,
None, such Ill newes could bring,
That, much our Courage it could shake;
Of, Plagues that smite
By day or night
We need not stand in awe
Of poysonous things,
Of Serpents stings,
Nor of the Lyons Pawe.

VII

Therefore, my Spirit rowze
(Our Foes, we see, are not asleep)
Let us, no longer drowze,
But, better watch hereafter keep;
Come, Courage take,
And we shall make
These Bugg-bears take their flight?
For, 'tis our Fear,
No strength of their
That now doth us affright.

VIII

The Passions of the mind
Are but the fumes of Flesh and Blood,
Which make the Reason blind,
By mispresenting Ill, or Good.
If, unto these,
We closly presse,
And, wistly on them look,
They will appear
Such as they are,
And, pass away like smoke.

IX

And, yet, my Soul, beware
Thou bring not to assault these Foes
Goliah's shield or Spear,
Nor in his Head-piece trust repose.
No, nor unto
What Self can do,
But, take thou Davids sling,
And, what he took
Out of the Brook,
Of Grace, among them fling.

A Meditation whilst he was taking a Pipe of Tobbacco.

Though some, perhaps will think the things I do,
Much less then Idleness, amount unto;

Yet, to have no work troubles me, at least,
As much, as therewith to be overprest;
And, then to be quite Idle, I had rather
Pick strawes, catch Flies, or shells, and Pebles gather,
Or, (as I sometimes do) the time to pass,
Number my steps, or tell the panes of glass,
And often when a trifling act is done,
Make some good use of that, which promis'd none.

Here, all alone, I by my self have took,
An Emblem of my Self, a Pipe of Smoke:
For, I am but a little piece of Clay
Fill'd with a Smoke that quickly fumes away.
This Vanity, our Clymat never knew
Till near the time, in which, first breath I drew;
And otherwhile, it is of wholsome use
(Though, for the most part subject to abuse:)
Since first I smookt it, after (it came hither)
I laid it by, nigh thirty years together,
And for my healths sake, then, did reassume
That Bauble wherewith we Tobbacco fume;
(Not hitherto disabled to forgo it,
If any way offensive I should know it)
And, that in mind, as well as bodily
I might he someway profited thereby,
Such Meditations come into my thought,
As these, which now, unto my mind are brought.

Ev'n as this Pipe was formed out of Clay,
And may be shapeless Earth again this day,
So may I too. So brittle, that one touch
May break it, this is; I, am also such.
When it is broke, made whole it cannot be
By Humane Art; so will it fare with me
When I to dust shall be reduc'd by Death,
Until reviv'd by an Eternal Breath.

100

This brittle ware, we, oft have strangely seen
Preserv'd from breaking: and so I have been.
When foul it growes, it must be purifi'd,
By Fire; I, in like manner must abide
Those Fiery-Tryals, which will purge away
That filth which is contracted every day.
Moreover, when therein, this Herb's calcin'd,
Such things as these, it brings into mind;
That Custom, by degrees, prevaileth still,
To draw us, both to what is Good and Ill;
For, when this customarily is taken,
It can by very few, be quite forsaken,
Or, heeded, how they turn unto abuse,
That, which is otherwise, of some good use;
Yea, so it them deludes, that oft they think
That, is well scented, which doth alway stink;
Yet, me it makes, with thankfulness to heed,
How, GOD wraps up, a Blessing in a Weed:
And, how (when I have weighed things together)
He makes one vanity to cure another;
Turns that to Good, which was, perhaps, for Evil,
At first, sent in among us, by the Devil.
It minds me too, that, as this Herb by fire
Must be consum'd, so, must all our desire
Of Earthly things; and, that wherein we took
Most pleasure, turn to Ashes and to Smoke.
When I had writ thus much, of what I thought,
My Candle, and Tobbacco were burnt out.

101

A Hint, of that, which may hereafter (if not despised) conduce to the Setling of Peace and Concord in Church and State.

This Scrap, though some will not disgest,
Is cast in here, among the rest.

Elia's like, I thought my self alone,
A while ago, and of my mind, knew none:
But, many I now hope, here living be
Who, joyn in one Faith, and one love with me.
My Soul, I long time, seemed to possess,
As when the Baptist in the Wilderness
Was to be Disciplin'd, and there prepar'd
For, that, which he performed afterward.
As when he Preach'd Repentance, in his dayes,
High Priests, nor Lawyers, Scribes nor Pharisees,
Nor of the gay Herodians, any one
(Nor many, but the Vulgar sort alone)
Regarded it; so, likewise, I might say
Of all my Premonitions, to this day;
And may (for ought I know) without regard
Pursue my Work, till I have his reward:
If so it happen, I am well content
To follow such a holy Precedent.

I, am now (as it were) one in exile,
Like John, when banish'd into Pathmos Isle;
And, to the seven Churches in these Nations
As he then, to the Asian Congregations

102

Had somewhat to expresse; so, I from HIM
(As I believe) who sent his mind to them
By that Disciple, have a needful Errant,
To be delivered, by Authentick Warrant,
Which, must lie Dormant, until them to hear it
GOD, shall prepare, and fit me to declare it.
Mean while, I cast in this Preoccupation,
To be a furtherance to that Preparation
Whereto GOD's Grace will ripen me, and Them,
(Hereafter, in his own appointed time;
If nothing that shall be Co-incedent
Doth intervene, that purpose to prevent)
Thus Christ, did to a future time adjourn
What, he had then spoke, might it have been born;
And, his example doth instruct my Reason,
To chuse for every work, a proper Season.

I have a Love for all the whole Creation,
Much more, for every Christian Congregation:
I, for each Member of them (whatsoere
Infirmities, I see in them appear)
Have such a Love, and so inlarged, that
I can with every Church Communicate,
In all Essential duties, though they may
Be sometimes, much abus'd with an Allay:
Because, what me therein offendeth, I,
Without offending others, can pass by;
And, at another time, in private, seek
To make them understand what I dislike;
And, by a meek compliance in what's good,
Bear with a failing, not well understood.
Their Ignorance, or misled Consciences,
Give me no cause of Personal offences,
So, they the Fundamental Truths, profess
Without malicious minds, or wilfulness;

103

Or by approving, or continuing in
Prophanness, and committing open Sin.
For, since he that knows most, knows but in part
And, hath a Cloudy Region in his heart,
They, of my Pitty, rather Objects be
Then of my hate. They, so much hurt not me
As damnifie themselves: And, I, thereby
Have of my Meekness, Faith and Charity,
Those Exercises, for which (if I have them
In true sincerity) GOD, chiefly gave them.
And, which way can they better be employ'd
Then, that a common good may be enjoy'd?
And that we to our Brethren may extend
That mercy, when we think they do offend,
Which GOD's long suffering doth vouchsafe to us?
And, since he did command it should be thus?

The Church Catholick, is a Corporation,
Whereof, the several Churches in each Nation
Are Bodies Corporate, as here we see
In LONDON, many Corporations be
Members thereof distinct, govern'd by Laws
Peculiar to themselves, as they found cause
To constitute them; yet, unto all these
Belong the Cities gen'ral Priviledges;
And every Individual Person; there,
Conforms unto those Lawes which proper are
To this whole City; and they live together
In Peace, without intruding on each other.
What hinders (but our Ignorance, Ambition,
Our Avarice, and Love to Superstition,)
That, Christian Congregations may not thus
Be form'd, and regulated so with us,
That, we may live henceforward in true Peace,
Morality and Piety increase?

104

Prophanness be supprest? and, no more, here,
Affairs Divine, and Civil interfere?
What hinders this, but, want of that true Love
And meeknes, which our knowledge might improve?
And, whence flowes Discord, but from intermedling
With what concerns us not? fooling, and Fidling
About those things impertinent, which, whether
Their tendance be to this, or that, or neither
'Tis not material, so, that may not be
Infringed, which to all, ought to be free?
That Peace may be preserv'd; men kept in awe
From violating of the morall Law,
And, GOD permitted to possesse alone
The Conscience as (on earth) his Proper Throne?
For, he from none, will an account receive,
According to what other men believe,
Or shall command; but, answerable to
What he commands us to believe and do,
According to the Light he shall afford,
By his assisting Spirit, and his Word:
And, therefore, they, who, out of slavish Fear,
Of those who peaceably inclined are,
Force Innocents, to any hard Condition
(Thereby to free themselves from their Suspition
Which is incurable) are Tyrannous,
And foes to GOD, unto themselves, and us.

In my late Tryal, I have had a shake,
But, it hath deeper driven in the stake;
And hath, I hope vouchsafed by that FIT,
An earnest, he so fast will settle it;
That, all the Tempests which in future dayes
The World, the Flesh and Devil have pow'r to raise,
Shall more increase my courage; and, by mine
Some other, to the like Resolves incline.

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GOD, give us Grace, with seriousness to heed
These things in time, with what, else may succeed.
There is a way, how that, may yet be done
Which hitherto, is little thought upon;
And, thereof, in what is expressed here,
A Hint, if well observed, may appear.

A Hymn of Thanksgiving to Almighty GOD;

compos'd by this Prisoner, for the gracious restoration of his Wives life and health; who, lying mortally sick (as was supposed) at 52. miles distance during his Imprisonment, in a sad disconsolate condition, and reputed to be dead, about the space of an hour, was miraculously restored.

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To the Tune of the 148. Psalm.

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How soon, my gracious GOD,
Hast thou my Prayer heard?
How just, how kind, how Good,
Hast thou to me appear'd?
Blest, be this Day:
For, what did fright my heart last night,
Thou dost allay:
The Clouds, that made, this Morning sad,
Are blown away.

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As when his moan to thee
The good Centurian made,
Though I unworthy be,
Like favour I have had
Vouchsaf'd to me;
Nay little less, in my distress
Receiv'd I have,
Then She, whose Son, and onely one,
Was near his grave.

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At least, I, so much Grace
Of thee, this day have had,
As daign'd to Jairus was
Whose Daughter thou foundst dead,
Upon her Bed:
For, when my Wife, depriv'd of life
Had long time laine,
Thou, heeding there, our Prayers here
Gav'st life again.

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Thus she, who first was thine
(And so shall alwayes be)
Hath now, been twice made mine,
And, is enjoy'd by me;
For which, to thee
A double praise, LORD, all my dayes,
I ought to give;
Assist I pray, this due to pay
Whilst here I live.

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And, let all, who now hear
What, thou for me hast done,
Help me thy praise declare;
For, not to me alone
Extends this boone;
This Act of Grace, vouchsafed was
That, they thereby
Might at their need, know where to speed
As well as I.

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LORD, I have nought to give
For all thou hast bestown,
But, what I did receive
And was, and is thine own;
Oh! now therefore
This Sacrifice, do not despise
For, I am poor;
Therewith, I shall give self and all,
Who can give more?

A Penitential Hymn, composed by occasion of a Dream the 19th. of Octob. 1661. about Midnight.

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My GOD, thou didst awake me,
This night out of a sad and fearful Dream,

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That, sensible did make me
Of Sins, which heretofore small Sins did seem;
And, ere I perfect heed could take,
Whether I slept, or was awake,
He, that is watching ev'ry hour,
Whom he may mischief, and devour,
Sought, how he might thereby advantage make:
Rebuke him, for my Dear Redeemer's sake.

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Permit thou no Transgression,
Whereof, I heretofore have guilty been,
Nor great, nor small Omission,
Which I forgotten have, or overseen,
(Either through want of penitence
Or of confessing my offence)
To rise against me, great or small;
For, LORD, I do repent them all:
And, likewise, (be it more or less)
Renounce all trust, in my own Righteousness.

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As Job, complain'd, such Visions
To me seem'd represented this last night
Of failings, and Omissions
That, sleeping, they did much my heart affright;
Me thought a Spirit passed by
Not to be seen with mortal eye;
And, I was minded by a Voice
(That, spake unto me without noise)
Of things preceding, which (then quite forgot)
So, as I ought to do, I heeded not.

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Oh God! most kind, most holy,
Remember not the errours of my life;
Call not to minde my folly
To add a new Affliction, to my Grief.
World, Flesh and Devil, my foes are,
And, much more then my strength
On me, they have already cast, (can bear
Unless, that thou compassion hast;
Oh! throw my sins out of thy sight therefore,
That, they may not be seen, or heard of more.

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My Soul doth now abhor them,
Thine onely Son, hath with his precious blood
Made satisfaction for them;
Thou, didst accept it; I believe it good:
And, therefore, though they somtimes make
My heart to tremble and to ake,
My Soul is confident they pard'ned are
As if they ne're committed were;
Confirm it so, that, sleeping and awake
Sweet rest in thee, I may for ever take.

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Dear GOD, of my Salvation,
Preserve me by thy Love and mighty Pow'r
From perilous Temptation,
In Weal, in Woe, and at my dying hour:
Me, let thy Gardian Angels keep
When I do wake, and while I sleep,
From shame without, and fear within:
From evil thoughts, and Actual Sin,

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That, Friends and Foes and every one may see,
No man in vain, doth put his trust in thee.

A Requiem to the Soul.

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My Soul, vex not thy self at those,
Who, to all Godliness are Foes,
Although they make fair outward showes,
And spread and flourish like the Bay;
For, deplorable is their case,
They, as the scorched Summer Grasse,
Shall soon into oblivion passe,
And all their Beauty fade away.

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I have been young, and old am grown
And, many changes I have known,
Whereby, it hath to me been shown
Whereto, their wicked courses tend:
With Honour I have seen them Crown'd,
With Pow'r and Riches to abound,
Whose Place no where can now be found;
For, all their Pomp is at an end.

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With shadows they themselves beguile,
And, GOd, doth at their folly smile;
With patience therefore wait a while,
And, grudge them not their Portion, here;
Destruction, toward them is hasting,
Their Time is short, and dayly wasting,

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But, thine will be for everlasting,
And, Griefs, as if they never were.

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Employ thy self in doing well,
And, GOD, with thee shall kindly deal;
Thou, in the Land shalt safely dwell,
Well fed and clothed, all thy dayes.
And when the Glory of their Name
Is blur'd out, with an evil Fame,
Then, shall thy Poverty and shame
Be mention'd unto thy praise.

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Let wordlings feed upon their Chaff,
Their Cups of Fornication quaff,
And at thy sufferings grin and laugh;
A midst thy Foes lie down and sleep.
Whilst in their malice, they persist,
In GOD's Protection take thy rest,
For, though thy Body be opprest
Thee, safe, in spight of them, he'l keep.

He, whosoever he be, that speaks this Charm,
Unto his Soul in Faith, shall have no harm;
Therefore, as a Receipt approved, take it:
For, for my self alone, I did not make it.

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A Meditation upon the many Prodigies and Apparitions, which are mentioned by Publick writing, or common Fame.

VVe are inform'd, by questionless Presages
(Vouchsafed to instruct succeeding Ages)
That warnings of Christ's coming, should be given
By signs and wonders manifest from Heaven:
And, we have seen, in Histories recorded,
That, Providence, in all times hath afforded,
Some Premotions of those Desolations
Which fell on Persons, Places, States and Nations,
Before they came: For, our most gracious GOD,
(As doth a loving Father) shewes the Rod
Before he whips, that he thereby may fright
To Penitence, ere he begins to smite;
And, frequently, prevail, if that means may,
Us to reclaim, he flings the Rod away:
Which kind Indulgence, is in these times, more
Inlarged then, it hath been heretofore.

New Prodigies, we hear of ev'ry day,
And, likewise hear, how they are puft away
As but meer Fictions. If we find them so,
This, justly, thereupon inferr I do,
That, more presumptuous we in these times are
Then ever any other People were:
For, very much corruption it implies
To be in those who make and publish Lyes.
If there be Truth, in any of those Visions,
Or Extraordinary Apparitions,

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Which are affirm'd; 'Tis no less wicked daring,
So to affront GOD's visible appearing
In Signs and Wonders, as, both to contemn,
And seek by all means, how to smother them:
But, it is worst of all, to publish Lyes
Of purpose, to discredit Verities,
As if we meant, to do the most we can
To try the Patience both of GOD, and Man.

If, we believe the things that are aver'd,
Why of GOD's Judgements, are we not afeard?
And, either seek to pacifie his Wrath,
Or, magnfie his Mercy, who, so hath
Forewarn'd, of what is likely to ensue,
That, we his Indignation may eschew?
If we suspect, what publickly is told,
Why do not they, who are in Pow'r (and should)
Search out the Truth, that, by due punishment,
They such like Provocations may prevent?
For, out of question, to connive at Lyes,
Or smother Truths, worse things presignifies,
Then all the Apparitions, that have been
These twenty years, in this our Climate seen;
(Though nothing doubted of) and will go nigh
At last, to turn all Truths into a Lye.

I must confess, that, though unto my Ears
There have been brought within these twenty years
So many strange Reports, of sights and Voices,
Earthquakes and Thunders, dreadful Storms & noises;
Of Ebbs and Tides, of Suns, and Moons, and Stars,
And Armies in the Clouds, portending Wars,
With such like, as would have perhaps, amounted
Unto a hundted, if I them had counted;
Not one of those I saw: yet, so unjust
I am not, as those good men to distrust

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Who have aver'd them: for, though Prodigies
And such miraculous Appearances,
Are daign'd in chief, to Infidels, and those
Who in God's word, no confidence repose;
Yet, they are likewise, otherwhile, reveal'd
To true Believers, lest, they be conceal'd
From those whom they concern; or lest, by them
Quite slieghted, who, the Works of GOD, contemn;
They, also their own welfare so neglect
That, they be totally without effect.
On trust, I therefore take them: for, if we
Confirmed by their Witness may not be,
Whose Conversations are to us well kuown;
How, can we any Affirmations own
For Truths, Historically writ, by those
Whose Conversation, no man living knowes?

For, my part I have with my carnal Eyes,
And, otherwise, beheld such Prodigies
In Words and Deeds, that, although none of that
Were true, which I hear other men relate,
I (at the least Mysteriously) discover
All those old Miracles, new acted over,
In my time, which in Pharaohs days were wrought,
When Israel out of servitude was brought;
And, many a such like wonderful proceed,
As we recorded in the Scriptures read.

I've seen th'Inchanter's (yea, and Aarons) Rod,
Turn'd into Serpents; Waters into blood.
I have seen Froggs sent, and remov'd again,
And, yet, we as hard hearted still remain.
I have observed, (at least once or twice)
Our Dust, to be transformed into Lice.
Plagues, which resembled Locusts, Flies, and Hail,
Yet not a jot upon our hearts, prevail.

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The People, ev'n as Murrains do our Beasts,
A Sin that's Epidemical, infests;
And, so with Blaines and Byles we smitten be,
That, in a moral sense, meer Scabs we be.
Ægyptian Darkness too, hath here, among
Our other Plagues, continu'd very long,
With likelihood to be as grosse, as there,
Unless, the Sun of Righteousness appear;
Yea, I have seen our First-born also slain,
Yet, still, we in obduracy remain.

I, therefore, wonder not, if private Visions,
Prodigeous sights, and Dreadful Apparitions,
(Discern'd but here & there) have nought effected,
Since, things more Signal, are so much neglected.
Where, Moses and the Prophets are not heard,
One from the Dead, will find but small regard.
In vain are Dumb-shewes, where, a speaking sign
Can to no heedfulness, mens hearts incline.
When CHRIST's own Words, will not with credit pass,
In vain, will be the speakings of an Asse:
Yet, speak must, when GOD shall his tongue untie; pass,
And, whatsoere succeedeth, so will I.

A Riddle for Recreation, not impertinent to this Place.

Into a Park, I lately came,
Wherein are many herds of Game,
Whereof the Keepers take no care,
And yet, they in abundance are.

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They are a Cattle of strange Breed
Which, on no Browse, nor Grasse do feed;
Are Found, before that they are sought;
Aswell in sleep, as waking caught:
So silently, they hunted are
That, neither Hound nor Horn we hear
When chatc't: They, are the onely things,
Left free for Beggars and for Kings
To Hunt at will: and, all that we
Assur'd of by our Charters be.
What Park is this? What Game are these?
Tell me, and Hunt there, when you please.

A Proclamation made by this Prisoner, with the advise of his Privy Counsel, the Muses.

Oh Yee's, Oh Yee's, Oh Yee's: if any man
In Country, Court or City tell me can
Where my last Poem call'd Vox Vulgi lies,
(Seiz'd lately in my Chamber by surprize)
On penalty, of what else follow may,
Let him produce it, e're my Tryal day;
(Which, yet, I am not certain, when, or where
It will be, neither do I greatly care.)
He, who to me, the same will timely bring,
Shall be rewarded: So, GOD Save the King.

Given, this 17th. of the 8th. Month, 1661. At my Head Qquarters in Newgate, which is, at present, all the places of abode upon earth, which the Prince of this World and his Prelacie have left me.

Geo. Wither.

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A Concluding Epigram.

VVith these Cards, I, an After-game have play'd,
But, there's one Card, by shuffling, so mislaid,
That, now my fore-game's lost; yet, if I may
Just Dealing find, Fair Gamsters, and Fair-play,
What ever happens, I no question make
But, I at last, may thereby save my stake;
And, when the Sett is ended, win much more
Then ere I got by Play, or Work before.

If any good Effects, hereby ensue,
A Thanks to GOD, is for my Troubles due:
For, had he not made way to send me hither,
These Fragments, had not thus been scrap'd together.
Those Papers, which are hitherto supprest,
Shall that occasion, which will manifest
(At last) a more effectual operation
Then, if they might have had free Publication.
If, also, God, me, here shall exercise
With greater Tryals, better Fruits then these
They will produce: Therefore, they shall to me
Be welcome, when, or whatsoere they be.

Yet, for the sakes of other men, well pleas'd
I should be, from my Tronbles to be eas'd;
Because, until mine shall have some redresse,
Their suff'rings, are not likely to be lesse.
LORD, therefore, if thou please, make it a sign,
Their Troubles will soon end, by ending mine.
I, thereof, am a little hopeful made,
By some foretokens, which I newly had.

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Three likely signs thereof, he daigned hath;
For, my Beloved Consort, he from death,
Was pleas'd to raise (ev'n whilst within this place
I have remain'd, exposed to disgrace
And Poverty) he, for my Children too,
Whilst this was writing, hath provided so
That, without Portions, to their good content,
They married are, without disparagement;
All parties, Christian confidence professing
Of their dependance on GOD's future blessing.
He, in the presence, and amidst my Foes,
Hath spread my Table; and, such bounty showes,
That, these are nothing, but the Scraps and Crums
Of that supply, which, dayly, from him comes.

Appello DEUM, REGEM, POPULUM, PARLIAMENTUM.

I do, appeal, to judge of my intent,
To GOD, King, People, and the Parliament:
For, one of these, I'm sure, my Friend will be,
And, I hope well, of all the other three;
But, they know not my heart, so well as he.

A Post-script to the Readers.

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To write no more, I long since did intend;
But, none but GOD knowes now when I shall end,
For, still, I find, when I think all is done,
As much to write, as when I first begun.

Your true Friend, and Brother in the best Consanguinity, who thinks it no dishonour, to subscribe himself, GEORGE WITHER, of Newgate, in the City of London, Prisoner.

The 19th. of the 8th. Moneth, 1661.

An Appendix in Relation to what concerns his Wife.

My Consort, (who still meanes what ere she sayes)
Perusing what's here mentioned to her praise;
Protests, her modesty it so offended,
To find her self in such a strain commended,
That, shees asham'd to live, and, to be dead
Had rather, then to see it published.
To be aveng'd for this dislike, therefore
Ile to the rest, ad this one Vertue more,
Which had been else forgot; and if she do
Therewith find fault, Ile then, ad twenty moe.
For, I forbore her Praises till I fear'd
That, them, she never should have seen, or heard,
And, had exposed them to Publication
Before I was quite cured, of my Passion.

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THE END.

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The Authors Dream, the night before the Imprinting of this Book, and (as he believes) the true Interpretation thereof.

I am awake: GOD's blessed Name be prais'd,
That, he to see the Light, my eyes hath rais'd:
For, sleep, I see, which we repute the best
Of Temporal things pertaining to mans Rest,
(Next to a quiet Conscience) may become
A Torment, very near as troublesome,
If he, that giveth his Beloved sleep,
Did not, within a Bound, nights terrours keep.

My Soul, so toyl'd, and tired out, hath been
With what, this night, in Dreamings I have seen,
That, peradventure, if I waking, had
Been so opprest, it might have made me mad:
For, from the twelfth hour, to the fourth, well nigh,
I have been strugling, in an Agonie,
With such Confusions, that, if I would tell
How, I have been turmoyl'd, I, might aswell
Another World endeavour to Create
Out of a Chaos, as the same relate:
And, not a littie troubled is my mind,
Now I am waking, how, I forth may find
What it presignifies: For, I believe
Those Notions, I did not in vain receive:
And, therefore, (since no Daniel I do know,
Who, either can to me my Vision show,

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Or, what it means) Ile, by GOD's Grace, assay
To make the best use of it, that I may;
Not doubting, but, that he will condescend
To shew some glimpse, of what, he doth intend.

It hapned (which, forget not to remember)
The day before the Kalend's of November,
The first year (and may be the last) wherein
I had infranchised in Newgate been,
For off'ring to Record, what I have heard
By common Fame, and, was by me declar'd
To no worse end, then, that, prevent it might
Such like Confusions, as me thought, this night
To me were represented. And, who knowes
But, that, this Dream, a Consequent foreshowes
To that relating, which, fulfill'd will be
Either, upon these Nations, or on me,
Or both of us, if God, averts not from
The best of us, that, which is like to come;
And, as dreadful our waking Dreams may be
As this was in my sleep, last night to me.

This very day, moreover, (as I hear)
Those Musings, which by me composed were
Since my Commitment hither, pass the Presse;
And, our Confusions, will be more or less,
As they shall take effect. GOD's Will be done,
(What ere, he pleaseth shall succeed thereon)
For, he, who wak'd me out of this sad Dream,
Will, when, at their worst, raise me out of them;
Or, when the Resurrection morning comes,
Save, me, at least, from all destructive Dooms,
This, (though my Dream admits no explanation)
I take to be a true Interpretation.
But if, that any finds me out a better
I will approve it, and remain his debter.

University of Virginia Library

AN IMPROVEMENT Of Imprisonment, Into Real Freedom; Of Disgrace, Into Honest Reputation; Of Poverty, Into Perdurable Riches; Evidenced in a few Crums & Scraps Lately found in a PRISONERS-BASKET AT NEVV GATE;

And Saved together, by a Visitant of Oppressed Prisoners, for the refreshing of himself and those who are either in a worse Prison, or (who loathing the dainties of the Flesh) hunger and thirst after Righteousness.

[HE, who, five thousand hungry Souls had fed]

THE AUTHOR OF THESE Fragments, TO THE Humble, the Poor in Spirit, and to all those Afflicted-Ones, who disdain not these CRUMMS.

George Wither, to his Friends, who have inquired after him, since the late seizure of his Person, Books and Papers.

George Wither, His first Meditation, upon his Commitment to Newgate, Aug. 22. For his Poem called Vox Vulgi, neither Published nor Finished.

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To the City of London.

Another Meditation, (or Ballad as the World perhaps, will call it) composed by the same Prisoner since his Commitment to Newgate.

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A Return, in Answer to some of them, who sent to know how it fares with me in my Imprisonment.

A Pass-By, in Relation to those, who seem offended at my Frequent-Scriblings, as they call them.

The Contents.

Another Meditation in Newgate, somewhat alluding to this old verse in Seneca, Nunquam non Potest, esse Virtuti locus. Which implies, that no Place, or Time can disadvantage an Honest-man.

A Meditation, occasioned by the same Prisoners calling to mind, Jeremies Prophecie to Ebed-melech, the Blackmore, Jerem. 39. 15.

An Antidote against Fear, composed upon the Citizens being unexpectedly in Arms, Sept. 28. 1661. at night.

A short Excuse, rendering some Reasons why this Prisoner makes no Adresses for his Release, to great Persons for their Favour in his Cause.

A Composure, for his private Refreshment made by the same Prisoner, upon considering the sad outward Condition of his Dearest Relations in the Flesh: after which is added the Narrative of a sudden distemper thereupon ensuing.

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Another Spiritual Song composed, by occasion of the last mentioned Distemper.

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A Meditation whilst he was taking a Pipe of Tobbacco.

A Hint, of that, which may hereafter (if not despised) conduce to the Setling of Peace and Concord in Church and State.

A Hymn of Thanksgiving to Almighty GOD;