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Poetick Miscellanies of Mr John Rawlet

Rawlet, John (1642-1686)

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An Epitaph on the Reverend and truly pious Mr. John Rawlet, B. D. made by his sorrowful Friend J. M.

On his Divine Poems.

AN INVITATION TO THE Holy Communion.

ON THE Holy Communion.

ON THE Holy Communion.

DIRECTIONS FOR RECEIVING THE Holy Communion.

FOR EARLY RISING ON A Lords day Morning.

Morning Thoughts.

DIRECTIONS FOR THE EVENING.

ON Ascension Day.

Midnight Meditations.

A Description of True Prayer, whether with a Form, or without.

How to get and keep a quiet Mind in all Conditions.

A PRESERVATIVE AGAINST Temptations to Sin.

THE Sum of our Duty.

Whilst I was hearing Musick.

On a great Thunder and Storm,

CALMNESS IN A STORM:

On the Rain that fell in June ---81. after a long Drought, from the beginning of April; begun in my Journey.

On a Cross with a Crown upon it, in Burton, betwixt Lancashire and Kendale; Sept. 18. ---80.

On the sight of Furness Fells, June 19. ---71.

On the Parting of Ways in a Journey.

An account of my Life in the North.

On Psal. 19. 57. Thou art my portion, O Lord.

On Psalm 39. 6, 7.

On Luke 11. 14, &c.

A Plain Paraphrase.

A Translation of the first Epistle of Seneca to Lucilius.

Seneca Epist. 70.

A Paraphrase on the 22d. Ode of Horace.

Lib. 1. Martial Epigram 6tum.

For M. M. upon her Recovery, when at Antwerp.

Written on Dr. Patrick's Devout Christian, given to a Friend.

An Epitaph design'd for that most excellently accomplisht and Publick-spirited Gentleman, William Banks Esq;, of Winstanly in Lancashire; who died at Chastleton in Oxfordshire, July 6, ---76.

On A. M. a tender Infant.

ON Bishop Wilkins's Picture.

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On a great Thunder and Storm,

June 1. 1671.

Thy power, O Great Jehovah, I adore,
Whose voice in Thunder through the Clouds doth roar;
This voice I'l entertain with awful fear,
With greater aw I will thy threatnings hear;
Thy lightning which doth pierce where 'tis not felt,
It spares my Body, but my heart shall melt:
Much more thy Spirit shall, whose flames divine
Consume our lusts, but do our Souls refine.

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Showrs which gush forth, when the Clouds broken be;
Purge Me and th' Air, soften the Earth and Me.
Afflictions, Storms and Showrs of Love and Peace,
This Purity and Softness shall encrease:
Thus Ear, and Eye, and Mind, Reason and Sense,
Each hath its Object, learns its Lesson thence.
Which way so ere I turn my eye or thought,
I something find, whence Piety is taught.
Lord teach me ever duly to improve
The tokens of thy Wisdom, Pow'r and Love.