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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.

Matth. 6. 19, 20.

Matthew 10. 16.

Matth. 11. 19.

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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Matth. 11. 19.

Behold a man gluttonous, and a wine bibber, a friend of Publicans and sinners.

Why should I think to be
From calumny or slander free,
When I see men afford
No better language to my Lord?
My Lord though free from sin,
Free from detraction hath not been:
If to a feast he come,
He is a glutton called by some.
If wine he drink, O then they crie
He is a drunkard presently;

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If he converse with common people, then
He's friend to Publicans and sinful men.

My God, since thou didst bear
Such vile reproaches, I'l not fear
The like, nor be asham'd
By wicked men to be defam'd:
It is the Godlies lot,
A blessing rather then a blot.
Their tongue no slander is,
They kill me when they kiss.
VVhen they revile, I'm ne're the worse,
VVhen they commend me, 'tis a curse.
Their commendation is a sign that I
Too much with their ill courses do comply.

Let them then do their worst,
And swell with poison till they burst,
Spit all their venom on me,
Till they believe they have undone me,
Cast all the dirt they can
To make me like them, a bad man;
It shall not trouble me,
Since so they served thee.
My Lord and Master suffered so,
VVhy should I Scot-free think to go?
VVhiles thou art witnesse of my innocence
I'l take it for a favour, no offence.