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Divine Poems

Written By Thomas Washbourne

Washbourne, Thomas (1606-1687)

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To the Right honourable, My ever Honoured Lady, The Lady VERE.

To His Ever honoured Mother, The University OF OXFORD

To his Learned, Pious Friend, the Authour.

To the READER of my Dearly Loved, because truly Pious Friend, Mr, T. W.'s Religious Poems.

APOSTROPHE To the AUTHOR.

On the Divine Poems of his friend the Author.

Psalm 80. 12, 13, 14.

Psalm 91. 11, 12.

Psalm 95. 7, 8.

Cant. 1. 5.

Matth. 6. 19, 20.

Matthew 10. 16.

Phil. 3. 13, 14.

Rev. 20. 11, 12.

Upon a Snake in a Garden of Flowers, having stung one that trod upon him unawares.

Upon Divine Love.

The Eccho, or Answer of a good Conscience.

A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Concerning the JOYES of HEAVEN, And the PAINES of HELL.

Upon the peoples denying of Tythes in some places, and ejecting their Pastors.

The souls wish.

Upon Christs coming to judgment.

To a Gentlewoman that was extremely troubled with the Tooth-ach.

Upon a Passing Bel.

Upon the setting of a Clock-Larum.

Scylla and Carybdis.

Upon Lay-mens preaching.

Upon the contrary effects of Tobacco in himself and his friend.

Upon a good yeer of Corn, and a quick harvest.

Upon his walking one day abroad, when sometimes the Sun shone warm, an sometimes the winde blew cold on him.

Upon a dream, that he was writing his Sermon Notes upon his naked brest that very morning that was the Anniversary of his Baptism.

A Soliloquy upon the Circumcision, commonly called New-yeers-day.

An other upon the Resurrection, commonly called Easter day.

A Colloquy upon the Ascension, commonly called Holy Thursday.

Upon all Saints day.

Boet. Met. 4. l. 1. Translated.

The 5. Met. of the second book.

Upon the Right Reverend, And most Learned Dr. PRIDEAUX, late Bishop of Worcester.

To his much honoured Friend and Kinsman, Sr E. B.

To his truly honoured Lady, the Lady R.

To the noble Lady, and to him much endeered, the Lady M. T.

To the no less honoured Lady, the Lady P.

To the eminent Scholer, and Honor of our Church, Dr. Hammond.

To the truly vertuous, and his most esteemed Cousin, Mrs. M. B.

To the Right Honourable, the Lady M. C.

Upon his losing his way in a mist.

To two Parties going to Law about small matters.

To an envious and malicious person.

To the common Drunkard, falsely called a Good Fellow.

Upon an old man holding an Infant between his arms of his own begetting.

To one that married a very rich, but a very deformed woman.

His opinion concerning disputations in the Country, where the Major part of the Auditory are Illiterate persons.

Upon his late Ague, or the new Feaver, as it was call'd.

Upon his Recovery from his Ague.

Upon a great showre of snow that fel on May day, 1654.

The Conclusion. To my dread Soveraigne And deer Master, Christ Jesus, King of Kings.

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Cant. 1. 5.

I am black but comely, O ye Daughters of Jerusalem.

A DIALOGUE Between the CHURCH and her DAUGHTERS

Daught.
You were our Mother once, most bright and fair
Admir'd and lov'd by every eye,
No earthly beauty could with you compare;
But now y'are of another dye.

VVe ne're beheld a Moor more black then you
Are by this unexpected change,
VVe hardly can believe it to be true,
The sight so uncouth is and strange.

You are become a widow desolate,
You have no Suitors as before.
VVe are asham'd to own you, since of late
Most men have cast you out of door.

Church.
Despise me not, although that black I am,
The reason you shall understand;
From an extreme hot Country late I came,
From that Egyptian Sun-burnt Land.

There I was scorcht, and lost my beauty there,
By lying long amongst the Pots

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And Brick-kilns, heavy burthens I did bear;
Thus I contracted all my spots.

Yet be not you asham'd of me, for I,
Though black without, am fair within;
My soul is purged from impurity,
And grace hath now excluded sin.

It was the plot of my Beloved, who
Seeing me proud, and wanton grow
Of my unparallell'd beauty, serv'd me so;
To keep me up he brought me low.

He took away the lustre of my face,
But gave another to my mind;
And now I do account it no disgrace,
Since this the better far I find.

'Tis not the fairness of the face, but soul,
VVhich doth invite my Lord to love:
If he perceive the inward parts be foul,
The outward not at all him move.

No matter though I black to others seem,
VVhilst I am comely in his eyes;
If be me worthy of his love esteem,
I care not who doth me despise.

VVhen he shall find it fit to wash off all
My black, and outward grace restore,
Like the Sun after an Eclipse, I shall
Shine brighter then I did before.