Flosculum Poeticum Poems Divine and Humane, Panegyrical, Satyrical, Ironical. By P. K. [i.e. Peter Ker] |
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Bellum Intestinum: A Battle 'twixt, Nature, and Grace:
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Bellum Intestinum: A Battle 'twixt, Nature, and Grace:
Or, A Conference between the Watchful Shephard, and the Sleepy Soul.
Gen. 25. 23.
The Elder shall Serve the Younger.
Cant. 5. 4.
My Beloved put in his Hand by the hole of the Door, and my Bowels were moved for him.
Rev. 3. 20.
Behold I stand at the Door, and knock.
Shephard.
Awake, poor Soul, and come away
From sleep of Sin, 'tis break of day;
Make hast; ther's no time to delay.
From sleep of Sin, 'tis break of day;
Make hast; ther's no time to delay.
Soul.
Thy Invitation I deny:
In Worldly Pleasures I do lye;
Too sweet (so soon) to be lay'd by,
In Worldly Pleasures I do lye;
Too sweet (so soon) to be lay'd by,
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Let those who are decripit Old,
Delight to hear such tidings told;
When spring of Youth turns winter cold.
Delight to hear such tidings told;
When spring of Youth turns winter cold.
Shepherd.
Me, Angels praise, and Men adore;
The Devils tremble, Seas doth roar,
Yet flowes no further than her shoar.
The Devils tremble, Seas doth roar,
Yet flowes no further than her shoar.
I with my Hand the Heavens do span,
The Wind bind in my fist I can,
Yet my delight still is with Man.
The Wind bind in my fist I can,
Yet my delight still is with Man.
I di'd, that I Death's Death might be.
I gave my Life, for life to thee:
And must I thus requited be?
I gave my Life, for life to thee:
And must I thus requited be?
Poor Soul, thy Life is but a flower,
That springs, and withers in an hour:
And Satan stands before the Door.
That springs, and withers in an hour:
And Satan stands before the Door.
If Death step in, and but make bold
Thy short life's Riddle to unfold.
Wher's spring of Youth, or winter cold?
Thy short life's Riddle to unfold.
Wher's spring of Youth, or winter cold?
Soul.
I can not leave my Glass of Wine,
My dainty fare, Apparel fine,
For things, they tell me are Divine.
My dainty fare, Apparel fine,
For things, they tell me are Divine.
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I must carouze a while, and rant:
My Revelling's I will not want;
And yet (for all) I'll die a Saint.
My Revelling's I will not want;
And yet (for all) I'll die a Saint.
Shepherd.
Can Dark, and Light together dwell?
The one, the other, doth expel.
Such Saints are turned into Hell.
The one, the other, doth expel.
Such Saints are turned into Hell.
Take but a sound advice of me;
Leave off the World's base Slave to be;
An Hundred fold I'll pay to thee.
Leave off the World's base Slave to be;
An Hundred fold I'll pay to thee.
Thy Life is but a Sorrowes scheme,
Thy Pleasures are but flying fame,
And dross to what should be thy aim.
Thy Pleasures are but flying fame,
And dross to what should be thy aim.
Soul.
Then tell but what thou'lt give to me?
And what I must pay back to thee?
Or if I shall receive all free?
And what I must pay back to thee?
Or if I shall receive all free?
And I will leave this World behind,
And follow thee; because I find
My joyes do but molest my mind.
And follow thee; because I find
My joyes do but molest my mind.
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My Name is Wisdom; and I stand
Far off; and yet I'm nigh at hand:
He's Wise, that answereth my Command.
Far off; and yet I'm nigh at hand:
He's Wise, that answereth my Command.
Thou shalt have me (without a sting)
Can make the Dead, Rivive, and Sing;
Content (in heart) like any King.
Can make the Dead, Rivive, and Sing;
Content (in heart) like any King.
And what I give, I give it free;
All beings do belong to me:
Non entities I call to be.
All beings do belong to me:
Non entities I call to be.
When thou was't Sin, and Satan's slave;
I suffered Death, thy Life to save;
And ransom'd poor thee, from the Grave.
I suffered Death, thy Life to save;
And ransom'd poor thee, from the Grave.
I have the Host of Hell withstood.
I Purifi'd thee with my Blood.
And this I did, all for thy good.
I Purifi'd thee with my Blood.
And this I did, all for thy good.
And now (lest Sorrow on the sease)
I'm come to give thee (if thou please)
Sweet rest, in stead of sensual ease.
I'm come to give thee (if thou please)
Sweet rest, in stead of sensual ease.
Thou shalt have earnest in this Life;
I'll be thy Husband, thou my Wife:
I'll keep thee, in the day of strife.
I'll be thy Husband, thou my Wife:
I'll keep thee, in the day of strife.
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Put I'm afraid my Faith decay.
And if I faint, and fall away;
Then ther's no after-time to Pray.
Shepherd.
I'll love thee freely, and I'll cure
All thy Pack-slidings; keep thee sure,
As long as life-time doth endure.
All thy Pack-slidings; keep thee sure,
As long as life-time doth endure.
I'll tie, and draw the up above,
With three-fold Cord, Faith, Hope, and Love;
And keep thee spotless, like a DOVE.
With three-fold Cord, Faith, Hope, and Love;
And keep thee spotless, like a DOVE.
I have a way the Lyon's paw
Ne'r trac'd in strength of common Law,
Nor Vultur's eye yet ever saw.
Ne'r trac'd in strength of common Law,
Nor Vultur's eye yet ever saw.
Then follow me, and do not budge;
The stroak of Justice never grudge:
I'll be thy Advocate, and Judge.
The stroak of Justice never grudge:
I'll be thy Advocate, and Judge.
I (by my Spirit) will repell
The Devils, who are the gates of Hell:
And thou with me shalt ever dwell.
The Devils, who are the gates of Hell:
And thou with me shalt ever dwell.
I'll Pilot thee unto that shoar,
Where neither Sea, nor Billowes roar:
Nor Satan gives a broad-side more.
Where neither Sea, nor Billowes roar:
Nor Satan gives a broad-side more.
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To Heaven of Heavens I will thee bring;
Thou shalt be Subject, I'll be KING:
Where thou shalt never sigh but sing.
Thou shalt be Subject, I'll be KING:
Where thou shalt never sigh but sing.
My Face (for Beauty) thou shalt see:
For Riches, Pearl I'll give to thee;
And for my Cross, thy Crown I'll be.
For Riches, Pearl I'll give to thee;
And for my Cross, thy Crown I'll be.
Ther's ever Light, and wholesome Air:
For Food, and Rayment, take no care:
'Tis alwayes Spring, no Winter there.
For Food, and Rayment, take no care:
'Tis alwayes Spring, no Winter there.
Then ha'st thou Wife, or ha'st thou none;
Bring Company, or come alone,
Unto thy Host, it is all one.
Bring Company, or come alone,
Unto thy Host, it is all one.
Ther's Roomes enough, none needs to pry,
They'r neatly hung, the fabrick's high:
But none comes in that makes a lie.
They'r neatly hung, the fabrick's high:
But none comes in that makes a lie.
Soul.
I rise, I come, I run, I fly.
My dearest Idol, I deny.
I'll follow thee, untill I die.
My dearest Idol, I deny.
I'll follow thee, untill I die.
If to the exit of my Breath,
Thy Power, Spirit, thou bequeath,
I shall endure the sharpest Death.
Thy Power, Spirit, thou bequeath,
I shall endure the sharpest Death.
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