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A HYMN OF ALMS.
Alms (holy Gift, vouchsafed from above)
Is a sure Pledge and Symbole of that Love,
Which God, just Steward, as a Deaw pours-out.
On Earth, expos'd to empty Air about:
For, from this Vnion, from this constant League,
From time to time Mankinde doth duely beg
All that the Sun imparts his powrs vnto,
Of living Creatures, and vn-living too:
So that, our Beeing, Begging may wee call;
Sith, of her Maker, Nature borrows all:
'Gainst Vsurers, and Churles Vnthankfulnes,
Who to Christ's Members shew them Mercy-less.
Is a sure Pledge and Symbole of that Love,
Which God, just Steward, as a Deaw pours-out.
On Earth, expos'd to empty Air about:
For, from this Vnion, from this constant League,
From time to time Mankinde doth duely beg
All that the Sun imparts his powrs vnto,
Of living Creatures, and vn-living too:
So that, our Beeing, Begging may wee call;
Sith, of her Maker, Nature borrows all:
'Gainst Vsurers, and Churles Vnthankfulnes,
Who to Christ's Members shew them Mercy-less.
Hee that, for God, but a good Motion hath,
Guiding his Minde vp to the Milky Path,
T'admire there (nameless) what hee cannot knowe
By th'ey of Reason (where yet shineth though
The Sun of Righteousnes; as th'vsuall Sun
Through Crannies shines into a Dungeon:)
Hee, Hee (I say) that hath but Nature's sense,
For Faith; for Law, but native Innocence;
In his simplicity hath alwaies care
To practise Alms, Alms to receive and share:
So common 't is with sociable Man
To give and take the mutuall Alms hee can;
Yea, in our Cradles, yer our Tongues can crave,
Wee beg with Cries what wee had need to have.
Guiding his Minde vp to the Milky Path,
T'admire there (nameless) what hee cannot knowe
By th'ey of Reason (where yet shineth though
The Sun of Righteousnes; as th'vsuall Sun
Through Crannies shines into a Dungeon:)
Hee, Hee (I say) that hath but Nature's sense,
For Faith; for Law, but native Innocence;
In his simplicity hath alwaies care
To practise Alms, Alms to receive and share:
So common 't is with sociable Man
To give and take the mutuall Alms hee can;
Yea, in our Cradles, yer our Tongues can crave,
Wee beg with Cries what wee had need to have.
The Heav'ns, dispensing sacred Influences,
Predominant in Birth of Poor and Princes,
Aboundantly (with bountious Over-plus)
Pour th'Hebrews Manna, many waies, on Vs;
To teach, that Wee, by sundry Charities,
Should mildely ease each others Miseries.
Predominant in Birth of Poor and Princes,
Aboundantly (with bountious Over-plus)
Pour th'Hebrews Manna, many waies, on Vs;
To teach, that Wee, by sundry Charities,
Should mildely ease each others Miseries.
Even as the Opal, in his orient lustre,
Where various colours of all Stones doo muster,
Shewes the rare Riches of the Pearly East;
Alms is The Glass of wel-bred soules and blest,
Shewing each other Vertue's sacred Quality,
In the Heav'n-allied Man of Liberality.
Where various colours of all Stones doo muster,
Shewes the rare Riches of the Pearly East;
Alms is The Glass of wel-bred soules and blest,
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In the Heav'n-allied Man of Liberality.
Alms are the Cæment of this round Theater:
Where, in a differing kinde, Earth, Air and Water,
Intend the same thing; liberally to give
Their Alms to Rocks, Plants, Creatures all that live,
Conducing Fire withall, whose Force vnseen
Gives frankly, too, his helpfull Heat between.
Where, in a differing kinde, Earth, Air and Water,
Intend the same thing; liberally to give
Their Alms to Rocks, Plants, Creatures all that live,
Conducing Fire withall, whose Force vnseen
Gives frankly, too, his helpfull Heat between.
Alms, in our Bodies worketh all in all:
Th'Eies lend it Light; the Hands, most liberal
Laborious Almners, bring home to the Head
All needfull Store wherewith the Whole is fed:
The Feet supply it with their meet Support;
And each, each other, as their Parts comport:
The Liver, Nurse of Naturall Faculties,
First warms, then feeds, the Nerves, Veins, Arteries;
Causing the Stomach (as His Alms) receive
The Heat which first his vertue doth conceive:
The spongy Lungs with gentle Sighes inspire
The vitall Air our Little-Worlds require:
Th'Heart, quick and ready, with Alms-vowed Vigor,
Draws to it self (against extreamest Rigor,
For vtmost Refuge) all our liveliest Heat,
To succour Nature, when Death seems to threat:
The Soule (solely divine) Life's motion brings
To all the Members of This Thing of Things
(Alms Heir apparant) to Whom, supream Sage,
Heav'ns Almner gave the Earth for heritage;
That, having free receiv'd so various Store,
Hee should bee frank to th'Needy, Naked, Poor.
Th'Eies lend it Light; the Hands, most liberal
Laborious Almners, bring home to the Head
All needfull Store wherewith the Whole is fed:
The Feet supply it with their meet Support;
And each, each other, as their Parts comport:
The Liver, Nurse of Naturall Faculties,
First warms, then feeds, the Nerves, Veins, Arteries;
Causing the Stomach (as His Alms) receive
The Heat which first his vertue doth conceive:
The spongy Lungs with gentle Sighes inspire
The vitall Air our Little-Worlds require:
Th'Heart, quick and ready, with Alms-vowed Vigor,
Draws to it self (against extreamest Rigor,
For vtmost Refuge) all our liveliest Heat,
To succour Nature, when Death seems to threat:
The Soule (solely divine) Life's motion brings
To all the Members of This Thing of Things
(Alms Heir apparant) to Whom, supream Sage,
Heav'ns Almner gave the Earth for heritage;
That, having free receiv'd so various Store,
Hee should bee frank to th'Needy, Naked, Poor.
Bee bountious Almners, said All Bounties Father;
Y' are not heer Owners, but meer Stewards rather:
I have ordain'd you to provide and care
For th'Orphan, Poor, that vnprovided are.
If, narrow-hearted, You shrink-in your hands
From th'humble Begger that Your Alms demands,
I'll make Your Goods (like water) leak away;
Your Lands a Stranger shall inherit ay:
Your Gold (your god) before you bee aware,
Som barbarous Souldiers in your sight shall share:
Your stately houses (stiled by your Names)
Wars rage shall ruine, or som sudden Flames,
Which I shall kindle (in my just displeasure)
Against your Selves, your Seed, your Trust, your Treasure.
The Mercy-less, with Mee, shall Mercy miss:
That Vice alone all Vertues Poison is.
Y' are not heer Owners, but meer Stewards rather:
I have ordain'd you to provide and care
For th'Orphan, Poor, that vnprovided are.
If, narrow-hearted, You shrink-in your hands
From th'humble Begger that Your Alms demands,
I'll make Your Goods (like water) leak away;
Your Lands a Stranger shall inherit ay:
Your Gold (your god) before you bee aware,
Som barbarous Souldiers in your sight shall share:
Your stately houses (stiled by your Names)
Wars rage shall ruine, or som sudden Flames,
Which I shall kindle (in my just displeasure)
Against your Selves, your Seed, your Trust, your Treasure.
The Mercy-less, with Mee, shall Mercy miss:
That Vice alone all Vertues Poison is.
Abram, Lot, Ioseph, Iob, were Almners all
(To Strangers kinde, to Neighbours liberall)
By sacred record, which renowns them more
For this rare, Vertue, then All else of yore;
As if, with God (the Author of all Good)
Their chief perfection in this Function stood,
Sole Soule of Vertues, second Life of all
This various vast Orb, which the World wee call.
(To Strangers kinde, to Neighbours liberall)
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For this rare, Vertue, then All else of yore;
As if, with God (the Author of all Good)
Their chief perfection in this Function stood,
Sole Soule of Vertues, second Life of all
This various vast Orb, which the World wee call.
Calling to record the Rein-searching Ey,
Heer I protest, that in My Poverty
(Though these dear Times daign Me so scant a Scope,
That having Nothing, I can Nothing hope)
Next my Home-charge (where Charity begins)
My deepest Sighes (save for my Debts and Sinnes)
Rise from Compassion and Desire to steed
Others with Helps which yet my Self I need:
To succour Others: to bee (like the Sun)
Extending Light and Heat to Every-one:
To bee to All, in som sort, necessary
(For Vertues Meed, and not as mercenary):
Rather to give, then take; to lend, then borrow;
Heer I protest, that in My Poverty
(Though these dear Times daign Me so scant a Scope,
That having Nothing, I can Nothing hope)
Next my Home-charge (where Charity begins)
My deepest Sighes (save for my Debts and Sinnes)
Rise from Compassion and Desire to steed
Others with Helps which yet my Self I need:
To succour Others: to bee (like the Sun)
Extending Light and Heat to Every-one:
To bee to All, in som sort, necessary
(For Vertues Meed, and not as mercenary):
Rather to give, then take; to lend, then borrow;
A Pound to-Night, then but a Crown to-Morrow:
But, th'Heav'nly Wisdom (best, it Self knowes Why)
Doth still th'Effect of This Affect deny,
Denying Means aud Matter to express
Mine inward Zeal to Alms and Thankfulnes;
Which oft breaks out (without a Trumpet blowne)
To give (God knowes) more then I knowe mine Owne
(The more my Griefe) the less my Thought of Merit,
Or Thirst of Praise, though heer I thus aver-it;
By th'humble Proffer of so Poor a Mite,
Th'aboundant Rich to Bounty to incite.
But, th'Heav'nly Wisdom (best, it Self knowes Why)
Doth still th'Effect of This Affect deny,
Denying Means aud Matter to express
Mine inward Zeal to Alms and Thankfulnes;
Which oft breaks out (without a Trumpet blowne)
To give (God knowes) more then I knowe mine Owne
(The more my Griefe) the less my Thought of Merit,
Or Thirst of Praise, though heer I thus aver-it;
By th'humble Proffer of so Poor a Mite,
Th'aboundant Rich to Bounty to incite.
Vain-glorious
Almners are effeminate,
Affecting Works, but to bee wondred-at;
Whose Vertue is meer Vanity (indeed)
And heer receives their momentary Meed:
The Meritorious (such as ween them so)
Indebting God to Them for what they doo;
In stead of Heav'n, where Humble Soules abide,
Shall purchase Hell, the Portion of their Pride.
Affecting Works, but to bee wondred-at;
Whose Vertue is meer Vanity (indeed)
And heer receives their momentary Meed:
The Meritorious (such as ween them so)
Indebting God to Them for what they doo;
In stead of Heav'n, where Humble Soules abide,
Shall purchase Hell, the Portion of their Pride.
O! Thrice, thrice Happy Hee, whose free Desires
To Charity a holy fervour fires:
Who onely mindes GOD's Glory, by his Gift,
And Neighbour's Good, without sinister Drift:
Famine (familiar vnto Rogues that range)
Shall not com neer his Garner, nor his Grange:
His Fields, with Corn, abundant Crop shall cover,
His Vines with Grapes, his Hedge with Roses over;
His Downs with Sheep, his Daery-grounds with Neat;
His Mounts with Kids, his Moors with Oxen great;
His Groves with Droves (increasing Night and Day);
His Hils with Heards, his smiling Meads with Hay;
His Fens with Fowl, his Pils and Pools with Fish;
His Trees with Fruits, with Plenty every Dish:
Content and Health (the Best of Earthly Bliss)
Shall evermore remain with Him and His:
Him, Pride or Envy never shall molest;
Or Corsive Care, Foe to Repast and Rest.
For, th'All-see Ey still carefully respects
The Almner's House, and ever it protects;
Till finally, when Iustice endeth All,
Sweet Mercie's Voice Him to Heav'ns Kingdom call.
To Charity a holy fervour fires:
Who onely mindes GOD's Glory, by his Gift,
And Neighbour's Good, without sinister Drift:
Famine (familiar vnto Rogues that range)
Shall not com neer his Garner, nor his Grange:
His Fields, with Corn, abundant Crop shall cover,
His Vines with Grapes, his Hedge with Roses over;
His Downs with Sheep, his Daery-grounds with Neat;
His Mounts with Kids, his Moors with Oxen great;
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His Hils with Heards, his smiling Meads with Hay;
His Fens with Fowl, his Pils and Pools with Fish;
His Trees with Fruits, with Plenty every Dish:
Content and Health (the Best of Earthly Bliss)
Shall evermore remain with Him and His:
Him, Pride or Envy never shall molest;
Or Corsive Care, Foe to Repast and Rest.
For, th'All-see Ey still carefully respects
The Almner's House, and ever it protects;
Till finally, when Iustice endeth All,
Sweet Mercie's Voice Him to Heav'ns Kingdom call.
But, th'Vsurer (how-euer heer hee thrive
In Heards and Hoords) already dead-alive
(No Heat of Love, no Heart to give a Mite,
Except to gain and gather double by't)
Him, in That Day (to Him a Day of Woe)
The Holy-One, th'All-Knower, will not knowe.
Shame and Confusion shall be-spred him over,
Wishing the Holes to hide, and Hills to cover:
Eternall Fire shall fry his thirsty Veins;
Immortall dying in eternall Pains.
His Eyes, so nice to look on Lazars Sore,
Shall swim in sulphury Tears (tortur'd the more,
To see above, in Blisse and Glory rife,
Whom, Ruth-less, heer hee would not see, in life):
His Ears, heer deaf vnto distressed-ones,
Shall there hear Horror of the Damned Grones:
Nor shall the voice of Mercy Him salute,
Who, in Effect, to Needy Mones was mute:
Millions of Masses cannot him redeem,
Nor all Church-Treasure ever ransom him,
From all-thought-passing Pangs of Wretchednes;
As, End-less, Ease-less, and Remedy-less.
In Heards and Hoords) already dead-alive
(No Heat of Love, no Heart to give a Mite,
Except to gain and gather double by't)
Him, in That Day (to Him a Day of Woe)
The Holy-One, th'All-Knower, will not knowe.
Shame and Confusion shall be-spred him over,
Wishing the Holes to hide, and Hills to cover:
Eternall Fire shall fry his thirsty Veins;
Immortall dying in eternall Pains.
His Eyes, so nice to look on Lazars Sore,
Shall swim in sulphury Tears (tortur'd the more,
To see above, in Blisse and Glory rife,
Whom, Ruth-less, heer hee would not see, in life):
His Ears, heer deaf vnto distressed-ones,
Shall there hear Horror of the Damned Grones:
Nor shall the voice of Mercy Him salute,
Who, in Effect, to Needy Mones was mute:
Millions of Masses cannot him redeem,
Nor all Church-Treasure ever ransom him,
From all-thought-passing Pangs of Wretchednes;
As, End-less, Ease-less, and Remedy-less.
Alms are so vsuall in the Eastern parts,
Where Heav'n, and Earth, and Air, improve their Parts,
That every Village there, in Winters Need,
Is wont the Flocks of Wildest Fowles to feed,
And break the Ice (of purpose) for their drink,
When crystall Crusts have glas'd the Waters brink:
A Charity of Infidels to Fowles;
Shaming som Christians, towards Christian Soules.
Where Heav'n, and Earth, and Air, improve their Parts,
That every Village there, in Winters Need,
Is wont the Flocks of Wildest Fowles to feed,
And break the Ice (of purpose) for their drink,
When crystall Crusts have glas'd the Waters brink:
A Charity of Infidels to Fowles;
Shaming som Christians, towards Christian Soules.
Rich Anatolia, and her happy Coast
(Th'abbridged Glass of all the World, almost)
In her huge Cities (rather Shires wall'd-in)
These hundred yeers hath not a Begger seen;
(God's strict Edict they there observe so well,
Forbidding Beggers in His Israel )
Sith 't is misprision of the Law of Nature,
Nay, impious Pride against our All Creator,
To suffer Man (God's Image, and our Owne)
Whom wee may succour, to bee overthrowne
To stark for Cold, to starve for Food, to perish
In Penury, when wee have power to cherish:
For, in such Cases, where (wee knowe) wee can,
There not to Comfort, is to Kill a Man.
(Th'abbridged Glass of all the World, almost)
In her huge Cities (rather Shires wall'd-in)
These hundred yeers hath not a Begger seen;
(God's strict Edict they there observe so well,
Forbidding Beggers in His Israel )
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Nay, impious Pride against our All Creator,
To suffer Man (God's Image, and our Owne)
Whom wee may succour, to bee overthrowne
To stark for Cold, to starve for Food, to perish
In Penury, when wee have power to cherish:
For, in such Cases, where (wee knowe) wee can,
There not to Comfort, is to Kill a Man.
Yet, sole the Christian (Each a Wolf to other)
Disdains to look on his Distressed Brother;
And heer, in London [Coaching swiftly by;
Or stalking on, with Self-survaying Ey;
Or strutting out, to view his Purls or Lace;
Or stepping-in, to see som painted Face,
Or Fire-new Fashion of a Sleeve or Slop;
Or to som Tavern, or Tobacco-Shop;
Or towards Burn-Bull (if not Turnbull) Street;
Or to Black-Friers, som White Nunnes to meet]
At Doors, on Dunghils, vnder every Stall,
Lets pined, sick poor, naked Christians fall,
Faint, starve and dy; for lack but of the Price
Of the least Cross of his last Cast at Dice;
Or of the Tithe but of his Shoo-ties Cost;
Or of the Spangles from his Garters lost;
Or of his ietting the Canaries Iigg;
Or of the puffing of his Periwig.
O Times! O Manners! O mad, murderous Vanity,
In Either Sex, of equall Inhumanity!
Disdains to look on his Distressed Brother;
And heer, in London [Coaching swiftly by;
Or stalking on, with Self-survaying Ey;
Or strutting out, to view his Purls or Lace;
Or stepping-in, to see som painted Face,
Or Fire-new Fashion of a Sleeve or Slop;
Or to som Tavern, or Tobacco-Shop;
Or towards Burn-Bull (if not Turnbull) Street;
Or to Black-Friers, som White Nunnes to meet]
At Doors, on Dunghils, vnder every Stall,
Lets pined, sick poor, naked Christians fall,
Faint, starve and dy; for lack but of the Price
Of the least Cross of his last Cast at Dice;
Or of the Tithe but of his Shoo-ties Cost;
Or of the Spangles from his Garters lost;
Or of his ietting the Canaries Iigg;
Or of the puffing of his Periwig.
O Times! O Manners! O mad, murderous Vanity,
In Either Sex, of equall Inhumanity!
The hideous Cries of the Afflicted, fright
The sable Horrors of the silent Night;
So that Shee, pearced with their pitious Case,
Cloaths them with Clouds, and lends them Ease a space:
The hollow Rocks, and hardest Marble Stones,
Weep when they weep, and eccho with their Grones:
Their Shivering Fits, their Fears, their Feavers make
The Firmament, the fixed Poles, to shake:
Yet heer (alas!) th'abundant Riotous
Are neuer mov'd: much less the Couetous
Rich, raking Wretch; the needy-greedy Chuff,
Whose (Hel-like) heart can never have enough:
Who rather grindes, then gives; and beggers many,
Yer to a Begger hee affoord a Penny,
Or penny-worth of All his plentious Store,
When Bags, and Banks, and Barns, can hold no more.
O Times! O Manners! O mad, murderous Vanity,
In Yong and Old, of equall Inhumanity!
The sable Horrors of the silent Night;
So that Shee, pearced with their pitious Case,
Cloaths them with Clouds, and lends them Ease a space:
The hollow Rocks, and hardest Marble Stones,
Weep when they weep, and eccho with their Grones:
Their Shivering Fits, their Fears, their Feavers make
The Firmament, the fixed Poles, to shake:
Yet heer (alas!) th'abundant Riotous
Are neuer mov'd: much less the Couetous
Rich, raking Wretch; the needy-greedy Chuff,
Whose (Hel-like) heart can never have enough:
Who rather grindes, then gives; and beggers many,
Yer to a Begger hee affoord a Penny,
Or penny-worth of All his plentious Store,
When Bags, and Banks, and Barns, can hold no more.
O Times! O Manners! O mad, murderous Vanity,
In Yong and Old, of equall Inhumanity!
But, pardon, London; I have over-slipt:
I must recant, lest I bee stript and whipt.
Christ-Church, S. Thomas, Bartholmew (My Friend)
Bride-well and Bedlam, better Thee commend:
Besides a many of peculiar Charges
Of Companies; and more of Private Largess:
And, above All, that black Swan (Svtton)'s Nest ,
(From One, alone almost worth All the rest)
That new Zaccheus, who restored free
Th'old Charter-house to better Charity.
Are not These, Alms? Are not These, Monuments
Of pious Zeal; of kinde Beneficence?
I grant they are (Give God and Men their due):
But, reverend Green-Staves, what's All This to You
(Vnless, as Romists by implicit Creed,
You hope for Heav'n, by Right of others Deed;
Or swell with glory of your Elders Good:
As self-Ignobles boast their Fathers Blood)
That These few, dead, heer a few Hundreds cherish;
If living, You let many Thousands perish;
For want, perhaps, not of your Gift, but Gain;
Which som, perhaps, from others Gifts restrain;
Which (if time serve) when they can hould no more,
They will (perhaps, the tenth-tenth-part) restore
When they are dead; to build a Front for Five,
Of those five Hundred they have starv'd, alive.
O Times! O Manners! O mad, murderous Vanity,
In Every Sort, of equall Inhumanity!
I must recant, lest I bee stript and whipt.
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Bride-well and Bedlam, better Thee commend:
Besides a many of peculiar Charges
Of Companies; and more of Private Largess:
And, above All, that black Swan (Svtton)'s Nest ,
(From One, alone almost worth All the rest)
That new Zaccheus, who restored free
Th'old Charter-house to better Charity.
Are not These, Alms? Are not These, Monuments
Of pious Zeal; of kinde Beneficence?
I grant they are (Give God and Men their due):
But, reverend Green-Staves, what's All This to You
(Vnless, as Romists by implicit Creed,
You hope for Heav'n, by Right of others Deed;
Or swell with glory of your Elders Good:
As self-Ignobles boast their Fathers Blood)
That These few, dead, heer a few Hundreds cherish;
If living, You let many Thousands perish;
For want, perhaps, not of your Gift, but Gain;
Which som, perhaps, from others Gifts restrain;
Which (if time serve) when they can hould no more,
They will (perhaps, the tenth-tenth-part) restore
When they are dead; to build a Front for Five,
Of those five Hundred they have starv'd, alive.
O Times! O Manners! O mad, murderous Vanity,
In Every Sort, of equall Inhumanity!
Æthiops and Turks against Our Rich shall rise,
That can behould with vnrelenting Eyes
Poor, Aged, Sick, Soules gasping out their last;
As little mooved, and no more agast
Then is the Hunts-man, when a Deer at Bay
Doubles, in vain, and windes to get away.
That can behould with vnrelenting Eyes
Poor, Aged, Sick, Soules gasping out their last;
As little mooved, and no more agast
Then is the Hunts-man, when a Deer at Bay
Doubles, in vain, and windes to get away.
During th'old Golden, happy, harmless, Age,
When Saturn ruled (without Satan's Rage):
When Reason sate as Iudge on every Throne:
When Iustice shar'd justly to Each his owne:
When Innocence was Cities Citadell:
When Charity sole swaid the Common-weal:
Then had the Heav'ns nothing but Alms for Ey:
Then had the Earth (which now the Heav'ns defie)
No other Heav'n then th'onely Mantle fair
Of Alms, bestow'd by Water, Earth and Air,
And Fire withall; from whose fell Nature, Alms
Extracts the Fiercenes, and the Fury calms.
When Saturn ruled (without Satan's Rage):
When Reason sate as Iudge on every Throne:
When Iustice shar'd justly to Each his owne:
When Innocence was Cities Citadell:
When Charity sole swaid the Common-weal:
Then had the Heav'ns nothing but Alms for Ey:
Then had the Earth (which now the Heav'ns defie)
No other Heav'n then th'onely Mantle fair
Of Alms, bestow'd by Water, Earth and Air,
And Fire withall; from whose fell Nature, Alms
Extracts the Fiercenes, and the Fury calms.
Alms was the Word th'All-perfect Artist said,
When, out of Almes, Hee bade, A Heav'n bee made:
A fruitfull Earth: A Lightfull, Heatfull Fire:
A Sighfull Air (though Soule-less) to respire:
A moistfull Water, waving Changefully:
A World (in briefe) full of all Quality.
So that (in fine) of All This All-Theater,
Alms is the Form, Almes is the primer Matter,
So necessary for Our Lively-hood,
That, after God, it is Man's Soverain-Good.
When, out of Almes, Hee bade, A Heav'n bee made:
A fruitfull Earth: A Lightfull, Heatfull Fire:
A Sighfull Air (though Soule-less) to respire:
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A World (in briefe) full of all Quality.
So that (in fine) of All This All-Theater,
Alms is the Form, Almes is the primer Matter,
So necessary for Our Lively-hood,
That, after God, it is Man's Soverain-Good.
Martha's and Marie's Alms (in Bounty rife)
Restor'd their Brother to a second Life:
Shee, who so free the Fire-Coacht Prophet fed,
Found happy Guerdon; for (her Darling dead)
Her Faithfull Alms, wingd with his fervent Praier,
Re-brought the Breath of her Death-seized Heir.
Restor'd their Brother to a second Life:
Shee, who so free the Fire-Coacht Prophet fed,
Found happy Guerdon; for (her Darling dead)
Her Faithfull Alms, wingd with his fervent Praier,
Re-brought the Breath of her Death-seized Heir.
Alms is the Glew of Friendships permanence:
Tis of all Vertues th'onely Quintessence:
Against Heav'ns Anger, 't is an Anchor sure:
Against Earth's Rage, a Rampire to endure:
A Rock of Honour, against Slanders Arms:
A Shield of Safety, against hurtful Charms.
Tis of all Vertues th'onely Quintessence:
Against Heav'ns Anger, 't is an Anchor sure:
Against Earth's Rage, a Rampire to endure:
A Rock of Honour, against Slanders Arms:
A Shield of Safety, against hurtful Charms.
For, on the Man where pious Pity dwels,
Malice can nothing with Thessalian Spels,
Nor Traitor's Poignard, nor his Powder-Wit:
Nor cunning mixture of a Murderous Bit:
Nor secret Wiles of cheating Hypocrites:
Nor privy Thieves, nor proud Monopolites:
Nor ought, nor All, that Mischief can revolve
To dare the Heav'ns, or Nature to dissolve.
Malice can nothing with Thessalian Spels,
Nor Traitor's Poignard, nor his Powder-Wit:
Nor cunning mixture of a Murderous Bit:
Nor secret Wiles of cheating Hypocrites:
Nor privy Thieves, nor proud Monopolites:
Nor ought, nor All, that Mischief can revolve
To dare the Heav'ns, or Nature to dissolve.
Alms calms the Windes, and gives them gentle breath:
The War of Waves it quickly quieteth:
From Shoals and Shelves, from where the Siren sings,
The Almners Ship it swift and safely brings:
When need requires, it Oars and Sails supplies;
And, past the Pole, another Pole espies
To steer his Course; if, what his heart doth vow
Abroad, at home, his loyall hand allow
In liberall Almes vnto the needy sort,
At his Return into his wished Port.
The War of Waves it quickly quieteth:
From Shoals and Shelves, from where the Siren sings,
The Almners Ship it swift and safely brings:
When need requires, it Oars and Sails supplies;
And, past the Pole, another Pole espies
To steer his Course; if, what his heart doth vow
Abroad, at home, his loyall hand allow
In liberall Almes vnto the needy sort,
At his Return into his wished Port.
The Golden Table, that Great Pompey pilld
From Salem, serv'd (as sacred Vengeance willd)
For Sword to Cæsar: God so iealous is
(Though Nought Hee needs) of what is vowed His.
From Salem, serv'd (as sacred Vengeance willd)
For Sword to Cæsar: God so iealous is
(Though Nought Hee needs) of what is vowed His.
Th'High Threasurer of Asia's
impious Rapt
Within the Temple was with Horror wrapt:
And, but th'High-Priest by praier succoured,
The Sacrilegious had there perished.
Within the Temple was with Horror wrapt:
And, but th'High-Priest by praier succoured,
The Sacrilegious had there perished.
So may they speed, or worse then so, that spoil
God's living Temples (by or Gripe, or Guile):
That from their Pastor, or their Prince, detain
The Tithe, or Tribute, sacred Lawes ordain:
That from the Poor their ancient Rights conceal;
Or, in their new, with Them vnjustly deal:
That have, by secret sacrilegious Theft,
Robd Church, or State, or holy Almes bereft:
O! may they once, as high as Haman, mount;
And from Mount Faulcon give a sad Account
Of all the Wrongs (as Conscience them convinces)
Don to their God, their Country, Peers and Princes
While Great-ones, blinded, or as loth to spy,
Had oft their Fingers in the Golden Py;
For private Profit or peculiar Pleasure,
Neglecting Poor, Publick's and Princes Threasure.
O Times! O Manners, Most to bee deplor'd!
O! sudden mend them, or soon end them, Lord.
God's living Temples (by or Gripe, or Guile):
That from their Pastor, or their Prince, detain
The Tithe, or Tribute, sacred Lawes ordain:
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Or, in their new, with Them vnjustly deal:
That have, by secret sacrilegious Theft,
Robd Church, or State, or holy Almes bereft:
O! may they once, as high as Haman, mount;
And from Mount Faulcon give a sad Account
Of all the Wrongs (as Conscience them convinces)
Don to their God, their Country, Peers and Princes
While Great-ones, blinded, or as loth to spy,
Had oft their Fingers in the Golden Py;
For private Profit or peculiar Pleasure,
Neglecting Poor, Publick's and Princes Threasure.
O Times! O Manners, Most to bee deplor'd!
O! sudden mend them, or soon end them, Lord.
For, if poor France fall in an All-Consumption,
Her Death's sad Crisis will bee This Presumption
Of Private Lucre, without Publike Care;
While Each, Self-serving, winks at Others Share.
Her Death's sad Crisis will bee This Presumption
Of Private Lucre, without Publike Care;
While Each, Self-serving, winks at Others Share.
God, for his Mercy, grant My Fears bee vain;
Or rid mee soon out of the Carefull Pain
I suffer daily, while so few I see
From This Corruption's foul Contagion free:
Or, would I had been bred in humblest Thatch,
Born of the loigns of one that Sprats doth catch;
So poor in Wit, as not of power to knowe
The impious Trains that Empires overthrowe:
So, happily, more dull of head and heart,
Lesse should I feel vn-feeling France's Smart;
Who slaies her Self by Selfs-Disloyalties,
Having no Foe but her Owne Avarice,
With Pride her Partner, and Impunity,
Their strong Abbettor: Which Triumviri
Are able, sole, and soon, to ruinate
And raze the Glory of the greatest State;
Or bury 't quick i'th' Toomb of careless Princes
That wink, or shrink, vnder their Insolences,
Robbing them Selves of th'Honour and Renown
Which Heav'ns entail vnto a happy Crown.
Or rid mee soon out of the Carefull Pain
I suffer daily, while so few I see
From This Corruption's foul Contagion free:
Or, would I had been bred in humblest Thatch,
Born of the loigns of one that Sprats doth catch;
So poor in Wit, as not of power to knowe
The impious Trains that Empires overthrowe:
So, happily, more dull of head and heart,
Lesse should I feel vn-feeling France's Smart;
Who slaies her Self by Selfs-Disloyalties,
Having no Foe but her Owne Avarice,
With Pride her Partner, and Impunity,
Their strong Abbettor: Which Triumviri
Are able, sole, and soon, to ruinate
And raze the Glory of the greatest State;
Or bury 't quick i'th' Toomb of careless Princes
That wink, or shrink, vnder their Insolences,
Robbing them Selves of th'Honour and Renown
Which Heav'ns entail vnto a happy Crown.
But, if I can bee willing not to dy,
'T is out of hope, to see the Company
Of Sacrilegious roundly go-to-pot,
Expos'd in publike to som shamefull Lot,
When our Great Hercules (All monsters Dread)
Shall have cut-off the Golden Hydra's head;
For an eternall Trophey of his Glory,
An Argument of an Immortall Story.
'T is out of hope, to see the Company
Of Sacrilegious roundly go-to-pot,
Expos'd in publike to som shamefull Lot,
When our Great Hercules (All monsters Dread)
Shall have cut-off the Golden Hydra's head;
For an eternall Trophey of his Glory,
An Argument of an Immortall Story.
But, now return wee to our Theam, from whence
Our Charity (through Zeal's too-Vehemence)
Seems to have straid. Yet 'twas meer Alms did move
My grieved Verse These Guilty to reprove;
To turn their hearts to God, and to their King;
Their private Heaps for publike Helps to bring,
Against th'Ambition of som Foxy Foe,
That by our Selves, our Selves would overthrowe;
Not by his Arms, but by his Alms, to Som:
For, golden Lances oft have overcom.
Our Charity (through Zeal's too-Vehemence)
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My grieved Verse These Guilty to reprove;
To turn their hearts to God, and to their King;
Their private Heaps for publike Helps to bring,
Against th'Ambition of som Foxy Foe,
That by our Selves, our Selves would overthrowe;
Not by his Arms, but by his Alms, to Som:
For, golden Lances oft have overcom.
Dear Patriots, that Spitefull Alms disdain,
Which brings you Crowns; but 't is Our Crown to gain:
With Groves of Honours seems your brows t'imboss;
But 't is to grace her Profit and your Loss:
Which decks the Church, and doth the Masse adorn;
But, by the Masse, 't is but to serve her Turn:
Adores (in shew) both Peter's Chair and Keies;
But, if they Ope and Shut not as shee please,
Her Charity and Her Devotion dy:
For, Her Religion is but Policy;
Her Soule, but State; Her Life, but Rules-Desire;
Whose Heat hath set all Europe on a Fire.
Which brings you Crowns; but 't is Our Crown to gain:
With Groves of Honours seems your brows t'imboss;
But 't is to grace her Profit and your Loss:
Which decks the Church, and doth the Masse adorn;
But, by the Masse, 't is but to serve her Turn:
Adores (in shew) both Peter's Chair and Keies;
But, if they Ope and Shut not as shee please,
Her Charity and Her Devotion dy:
For, Her Religion is but Policy;
Her Soule, but State; Her Life, but Rules-Desire;
Whose Heat hath set all Europe on a Fire.
Nilus (that serves for Rain to th'Abyssine,
The light-foot Memphite, and the Canopine)
Cools with his Alms the Choler's fervency
In Earth and Air, which there the Sun doth fry:
Waters the Plains, which Orion parcheth ay
With twinkling Sparkles of his heatfull Ray:
Tempers the torrid Æthiopian Zone:
Seems to have Life, though it indeed have none,
Save that of Almes; sole Cause efficient
Of his fat Liquor, Africk's Nourishment.
The light-foot Memphite, and the Canopine)
Cools with his Alms the Choler's fervency
In Earth and Air, which there the Sun doth fry:
Waters the Plains, which Orion parcheth ay
With twinkling Sparkles of his heatfull Ray:
Tempers the torrid Æthiopian Zone:
Seems to have Life, though it indeed have none,
Save that of Almes; sole Cause efficient
Of his fat Liquor, Africk's Nourishment.
The Heav'ns, as Ielous of so Bountious Gifts,
Would shut-vp Nile within Godonian Clifts:
And Nature, envious of this Africk Prince
His lavish Largess and Magnificence,
Fronts him with Hils that seem to threat the Stars,
(As if renewing the old Titans Wars)
That one would think, amid the Mountains thick,
Nilus were bay'd-vp, if not buried quick:
But, by the Power which makes him charitable,
Hee findes, that Alms to force the Heav'ns are able.
Hee therefore, rushing, and out-roaring Thunder,
Surrounds the Rocks that ween to keep him vnder;
And with his swift Course breaks the Cataracts,
Deafning withall the Parthians and the Bacts.
Would shut-vp Nile within Godonian Clifts:
And Nature, envious of this Africk Prince
His lavish Largess and Magnificence,
Fronts him with Hils that seem to threat the Stars,
(As if renewing the old Titans Wars)
That one would think, amid the Mountains thick,
Nilus were bay'd-vp, if not buried quick:
But, by the Power which makes him charitable,
Hee findes, that Alms to force the Heav'ns are able.
Hee therefore, rushing, and out-roaring Thunder,
Surrounds the Rocks that ween to keep him vnder;
And with his swift Course breaks the Cataracts,
Deafning withall the Parthians and the Bacts.
Pactolus, Ganges, and the golden Tay,
Not onely steep their Stronds, ennammeld gay
With various Tinge of thousand Flowrs and more,
Sowne on the surface of their winding Shore:
But, for a richer Alms, they Gold bestowe,
As needfull now, as Reason (well wee knowe)
In This Gold-Iron Age; where, whoso wants
All-mighty Gold, but Scorn and Scandal hants.
Not onely steep their Stronds, ennammeld gay
With various Tinge of thousand Flowrs and more,
Sowne on the surface of their winding Shore:
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As needfull now, as Reason (well wee knowe)
In This Gold-Iron Age; where, whoso wants
All-mighty Gold, but Scorn and Scandal hants.
When Androde fled his cruell Masters Fist,
And cause-less Fury (but for Had-I-wist)
Amid the horror of the Woods hee meets
More Alms and Mercy, then in Romes proud streets:
There found hee Man, to Man of brute Immanity;
Heer findes hee Brutes of mildeness and humanity:
His Lord there paid his Service but with Blowes;
A Lion heer him double gratefull showes:
Hee to the Beast had showne him serviceable;
The Beast to Him seems much more charitable.
For, having long with his Best Preyes maintain'd him,
And in his Den, as dear Guest, entertain'd him,
Hee (two yeers after) also saves his Life,
Expos'd (in sport) to Fight and Fury rife
Of Man, and Beast, whom (forced) hunger, there,
Could never force, The Slave to touch or tear:
But th'awfull Lion (which such Men may shame)
Him safely rescues from Romes bloody Game.
And cause-less Fury (but for Had-I-wist)
Amid the horror of the Woods hee meets
More Alms and Mercy, then in Romes proud streets:
There found hee Man, to Man of brute Immanity;
Heer findes hee Brutes of mildeness and humanity:
His Lord there paid his Service but with Blowes;
A Lion heer him double gratefull showes:
Hee to the Beast had showne him serviceable;
The Beast to Him seems much more charitable.
For, having long with his Best Preyes maintain'd him,
And in his Den, as dear Guest, entertain'd him,
Hee (two yeers after) also saves his Life,
Expos'd (in sport) to Fight and Fury rife
Of Man, and Beast, whom (forced) hunger, there,
Could never force, The Slave to touch or tear:
But th'awfull Lion (which such Men may shame)
Him safely rescues from Romes bloody Game.
O noble Lion! thou hast brought to pass,
I almost yeeld to old Pythagoras,
In his Opinion of Metempsychosis,
Trans-animation (so the Word composes)
Of Soules deceast, to Bodies good or bad,
As heer, Delight in Good or Ill they had.
And durst I freely in his Doctrine wander,
I should suppose Thee second Alexander;
And that, a Beast, his Habits still are one
As when a Man and King of Macedon.
I almost yeeld to old Pythagoras,
In his Opinion of Metempsychosis,
Trans-animation (so the Word composes)
Of Soules deceast, to Bodies good or bad,
As heer, Delight in Good or Ill they had.
And durst I freely in his Doctrine wander,
I should suppose Thee second Alexander;
And that, a Beast, his Habits still are one
As when a Man and King of Macedon.
But, leaving Forrests, Floods, Fields, Earth and Air,
Whose Almes already have appeared fair;
Shall wee yet mount among the Wandring Seaven,
And see how constant They to Alms are given?
There shall wee finde Man's monstrous Self-resisting,
Beeing made of Alms, all by meer Alms subsisting.
Beasts, Birds and Plants, Roots, Reptiles, Daies and Nights,
Have second Beeing from These Heav'nly Lights;
From Whom our Selves, flat Beggers, borrow'd have
The Best that makes our Worser part so brave:
The Sea's their Subject, and th'All-bearing Earth
Without their Alms can bring vs nothing forth.
Whose Almes already have appeared fair;
Shall wee yet mount among the Wandring Seaven,
And see how constant They to Alms are given?
There shall wee finde Man's monstrous Self-resisting,
Beeing made of Alms, all by meer Alms subsisting.
Beasts, Birds and Plants, Roots, Reptiles, Daies and Nights,
Have second Beeing from These Heav'nly Lights;
From Whom our Selves, flat Beggers, borrow'd have
The Best that makes our Worser part so brave:
The Sea's their Subject, and th'All-bearing Earth
Without their Alms can bring vs nothing forth.
Saturn is kinde to Merchants, Mariners,
Storm-wonted Fishers, stooping Labourers,
Carefull House-holders, curious Architects;
And every one that Gain with Pain respects.
Storm-wonted Fishers, stooping Labourers,
Carefull House-holders, curious Architects;
And every one that Gain with Pain respects.
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Milde Iupiter (more bountious) Beauty gives,
Sweet gracefull Port, fresh Health (that happy lives)
Almner of Vertues, storing Man with Graces
Most Angel-like, and meet for highest Places:
Kings, Counsellers, Lords, Princes, Magistrates,
Hold, after God, of Him their High estates.
Sweet gracefull Port, fresh Health (that happy lives)
Almner of Vertues, storing Man with Graces
Most Angel-like, and meet for highest Places:
Kings, Counsellers, Lords, Princes, Magistrates,
Hold, after God, of Him their High estates.
Mars, surest Patrone of Sarmatians stout,
Of part of Afrik, and the Southern Rout;
Nigh daily gives them millions of Delights,
And makes them naked make a thousand Fights.
All Arts, wherein are Fire or Iron requir'd,
Of his sole Alms are to our Life acquir'd.
Of part of Afrik, and the Southern Rout;
Nigh daily gives them millions of Delights,
And makes them naked make a thousand Fights.
All Arts, wherein are Fire or Iron requir'd,
Of his sole Alms are to our Life acquir'd.
Sol's Soule of Alms; who, richly Liberall,
Gives him to All, yet cannot give him All:
Great Season-Bounder, artificiall Dresser
Of Yeers and Daies, the even and onely Sessor
Of Times rich Alms, which by his Heat hee varies,
After the Innes wherein hee Monthly taries:
His Bounty most is bent vnto Musicians,
Bards, Poets, Leaches, Herbarists, Physicians.
Gives him to All, yet cannot give him All:
Great Season-Bounder, artificiall Dresser
Of Yeers and Daies, the even and onely Sessor
Of Times rich Alms, which by his Heat hee varies,
After the Innes wherein hee Monthly taries:
His Bounty most is bent vnto Musicians,
Bards, Poets, Leaches, Herbarists, Physicians.
Venus, each Morning, with a gentle Ray
Vshers the Sun, and summons vs away
From lazy Beds (our Bodies living Graves)
When Day begins to issue from the Waves.
Her Alms goes chiefly to the preservation
Of Nature's Powers, and Parts of Generation:
Smooth smiles shee gives; sweet, cheerfull, charming Ein:
Love is Her Gift; a Gift indeed divine.
Vshers the Sun, and summons vs away
From lazy Beds (our Bodies living Graves)
When Day begins to issue from the Waves.
Her Alms goes chiefly to the preservation
Of Nature's Powers, and Parts of Generation:
Smooth smiles shee gives; sweet, cheerfull, charming Ein:
Love is Her Gift; a Gift indeed divine.
Quick Mercury, great Atlas's Daughter's Son,
Wit's Treasurer, Well of Invention,
Hee gives vs Arts, Knowledge, and Eloquence,
Which steals vs oft from Reason and from Sense:
A bountious Almner of Astronomy,
Rare (for the most) vnto Man's feeble Ey;
Who, yet, vnseen feels (almost every hour)
Hundred Effects of its admired power;
A Power which cannot bee sufficient showne
By Verse or Voice (vnless by Hermes owne)
For All that at this Day makes hunger fly
(Gold, Silver, Brass) is drawn from Mercury.
Wit's Treasurer, Well of Invention,
Hee gives vs Arts, Knowledge, and Eloquence,
Which steals vs oft from Reason and from Sense:
A bountious Almner of Astronomy,
Rare (for the most) vnto Man's feeble Ey;
Who, yet, vnseen feels (almost every hour)
Hundred Effects of its admired power;
A Power which cannot bee sufficient showne
By Verse or Voice (vnless by Hermes owne)
For All that at this Day makes hunger fly
(Gold, Silver, Brass) is drawn from Mercury.
Cynthia, ador'd with hundred Fumes and Flames;
Honour'd (abroad) by more then hundred Names;
Shee gives vs Humors, more or less abounding,
As in her Course her Fall or Full is rounding:
Shee fashions Time; which Shee again defaces
With constant Turns of her inconstant Faces:
Shee swaies the Floods, and shewes (by Evidence)
Her Self sole Law of liquid Elements:
Shee forms, by Night, the fresh and fruitfull Deaw,
Which every morning Flora's Buds doth streaw;
Whose Purled Pearls are ever bigger found
And more, the more Lucina waxeth round.
Honour'd (abroad) by more then hundred Names;
Shee gives vs Humors, more or less abounding,
As in her Course her Fall or Full is rounding:
Shee fashions Time; which Shee again defaces
With constant Turns of her inconstant Faces:
Shee swaies the Floods, and shewes (by Evidence)
Her Self sole Law of liquid Elements:
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Which every morning Flora's Buds doth streaw;
Whose Purled Pearls are ever bigger found
And more, the more Lucina waxeth round.
In brief, All, given to Almes and Liberality,
They All teach Man the same supernall Quality
Towards the Needy that doth nought possess,
And from his Cradle brought but wretchednes,
But Sin and Death; had not Heav'ns Almes been shed
In bloody Bath, to White This Monster's Red;
A Monster, made of Earth, for Earth still burning,
Although to Earth hee see him hourly turning.
They All teach Man the same supernall Quality
Towards the Needy that doth nought possess,
And from his Cradle brought but wretchednes,
But Sin and Death; had not Heav'ns Almes been shed
In bloody Bath, to White This Monster's Red;
A Monster, made of Earth, for Earth still burning,
Although to Earth hee see him hourly turning.
Yea, proudest Kings have had no other Birth
Then poorest Beggers: Both begin of Earth:
Both like in Cries, in Perils, and in Pain:
Both alike Guilty in their Grand-Sires Stain:
Both, as in Birth, so in their Death, alike:
Both Kings and Beggers one same Dart doth strike:
Both pass together, in one self same Boat,
From th'arched Palace and the thatched Cote.
So that, in Life what-ever Ods there bee;
In Birth is None: None in their Death, wee see.
Then poorest Beggers: Both begin of Earth:
Both like in Cries, in Perils, and in Pain:
Both alike Guilty in their Grand-Sires Stain:
Both, as in Birth, so in their Death, alike:
Both Kings and Beggers one same Dart doth strike:
Both pass together, in one self same Boat,
From th'arched Palace and the thatched Cote.
So that, in Life what-ever Ods there bee;
In Birth is None: None in their Death, wee see.
Onely, the Good (of what Degree soever)
Are free from Death; and, though they dy, dy never;
Save to the Grief of Vertuous Soules (their Friends)
Whom, to survive the Good, it heer offends:
I mean, in Body, which a Death they hould,
Or Toomb, or Prison, that doth Them with-hould
From th'Happy Hav'n; and makes them less inclin'd
To seek their God, and his strait Waies to finde.
Are free from Death; and, though they dy, dy never;
Save to the Grief of Vertuous Soules (their Friends)
Whom, to survive the Good, it heer offends:
I mean, in Body, which a Death they hould,
Or Toomb, or Prison, that doth Them with-hould
From th'Happy Hav'n; and makes them less inclin'd
To seek their God, and his strait Waies to finde.
The Good are they, who not alone not wring;
Who not alone not wrong, in any thing;
Who not alone not hurt; but (from their heart)
Doo Good to Others; and their Owne impart
In liberall Almes vnto the Poor's Relief,
After their power; as grieved with their Grief.
Who not alone not wrong, in any thing;
Who not alone not hurt; but (from their heart)
Doo Good to Others; and their Owne impart
In liberall Almes vnto the Poor's Relief,
After their power; as grieved with their Grief.
Such shall not die, but to live ever Blessed:
Such shall not live, but to die heer possessed
Of Grace, and Glory with th'Eternal God,
Author of Almes; and ever-scourging Rod
Of Such Gold-heaped, Iron-hearted Wretches
As to the Poor impart no part of Riches;
Nor lend, Nor Lodge, nor clothe, nor free, nor feed
Distressed Christ, in His deer Saints, that need.
Such shall not live, but to die heer possessed
Of Grace, and Glory with th'Eternal God,
Author of Almes; and ever-scourging Rod
Of Such Gold-heaped, Iron-hearted Wretches
As to the Poor impart no part of Riches;
Nor lend, Nor Lodge, nor clothe, nor free, nor feed
Distressed Christ, in His deer Saints, that need.
Such shall not live, but to dye double martyr'd:
Such shall not dye, but to live ever tortur'd
In Hell and Horror, without End, or Ease.
Such shall not dye, but to live ever tortur'd
In Hell and Horror, without End, or Ease.
Now, Worldlings, chuse You which you will of These.
fine fine fines.
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