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THE Trve Crvcifixe for True Catholickes
or The way for true Catholickes to have the trve Crvcifixe
My doubt remoue by satisfaction just,
But muse I could not, how from time to time,
Man, ( but a masse of animated slime,
A cloud of dust, tos'd by vncertaine breath,
A wormeling weake, soone to stoupe downe to death,)
Durst bee so bold, his pow'r as to enlarge;
And (proudly vilipending God's discharge)
A frantick freedome to himselfe durst take,
An Image for religious vse to make.
And now I can not halfe enough admire,
How fondlings ( daring offer vncouth fire)
The naughtie issue of a noysome seed.
Like errour yet should to lyke madnesse lead,
Christ of his honour due induc't to reaue
Vnto their owne inventions, it to giue
A peece of abject waxe, clos'd in a clout,
For God's lamb, blushing not to beare about:
Nor (sense distracted) Christ's owne proper stile,
The Crucifixe, forbearing to defile,
It attributing to their Christs of drosse,
(A man's faind shape, fix'd on a fancied crosse)
To crucified Christ Jesus, only due.
Saue Christ. Sonne of the living God alone:
This crucifixe of His, our God, our Lord,
By all should be obey'd, serv'd, lov'd, ador'd.
Our harts for Him, whose heart for vs did bleed,
A rowme should bee to rest in, and reside.
Wee liue to Him, who chusd for vs to die.
His image in our lyfe we all should beare,
Walking as Hee, pure, innocent, sincere,
Our flesh, our soule affections mortifying
Heere, to be His for ay, our selues denying.
Readie for Him, with each thing els to twinne
Wee labour should, while heere wee borrow breath,
In bleeding hearts to beare about his death.
Our dayly task should bee on Him to looke;
To search the Scripturs, which of Him record,
And crucified before our eyes afford.
His Sacraments, means which Himselfe did grant,
And Registred left in His latter will,
His death to keepe in fresh remembrance still:
And with a longing soule and listening eare,
The Gospell's joyfull tidings bent to heare,
Such wee should bee, as knowledge all hold vaine
Saue Christ to know, and for our sinnes Him slaine.
Which misbeliefe and ignorance not clos'd,
Thus may wee all Him by faith's piercing eye
In Glasse of his owne institutions see;
Thus bee preseru'd from following Christ-lings vaine
Shewd in the juggling trickes of wits prophane,
No doubt but chosen soules are not a few;
To whom cleare eyes God once to see will giue,
As others, who did in like error liue,
That meanes none els, Christ's knowledge can afford,
But such, himselfe hath stablisht in his word.
Those simple soules I beare which thee affect,
And faine would find thee, but astray are ledde,
With vaine inventions in man's fancie bredde,
Who searching thee, cast in a curious mold
Of baser mettle, or of purest gold,
Worship to thee, vnwarranted allow,
And basely to a lying idole bow,
Intending thus to impetrat thy peace
Doe loade themselues with sin, thee with disgrace
To such, a better pourtrate wish I must;
Which to draw foorth, Lord furnish me with airt,
Bee thou my Patrone, who my patterne art;
My hand, my pinsell, let thy Spirit guide,
That (all humane respects farre laide aside)
Free from presumption curiously to trace
Each subtile line of thy Immortall face.
Thee shaddowing foorth, my draughts may not debord
From sacred mirror of thy sauing word.
Still leade mee with the Lanterne of thy light,
That with thy loue enflam'd, I may with feare,
Thee in that Glorious mirror still admire:
Where, to our measure, Thee abridg't we haue,
Of Thee at least sufficient truth to saue.
Yet so that what thou to reueale hast dain'd,
A part can bee but of that part attain'd
Some more, some lesse, none fully can acquire:
The soberest measure, euen the least of all
If thou vouchsafe, Lord serue my purpose shall.
His onely chiefest good, which most doe misse,
By combination of eternall bands,
In his Communion with his Maker stands.
The Soule our better halfe to God bee bound,
To him conjoynd, before our Bodie's loade
Can bee admitted to his blest aboade.
So needfull is, to man ere sinne hee knewe,
That life it was his God to know aright:
Now life eternall is, since put to flight
By disobedience, truly God to knowe,
And Christ his Sonne, the source whence life doth flowe.
God's Rebell Sathan, man's malicious foe,
Debard from grace, since first by pride brought low;
Depriud of happinesse, exild from Heaven,
Hopelesse to be restor'd, to darkenesse driven,
In malice set, by subtiltie and slight
Man's happinesse to marre with all his might,
Him from his God, and Soveraigne good to part,
Striues, of his God the knowledge to pervert.
A light too glorious to haue beene abus'd,
A Heavenly knowledge (forefault by his fall)
Both of himselfe and things created all;
In which faire volume Man might dayly looke,
And exercise his witts, as in a Booke,
God's boundlesse pow'r, his wisdome infinite.
By greater knowledge to vnsile His sight;
(For yet his eyes had still beene closde to ill,
No wicked thoughts perverted had his will);
Did vnawarres thus worke his ouerthrow,
Sinne making him at once commit and know.
Himselfe from grace, lost God, his chiefest good,
But guiltie made his offspring by his fall,
Which puld in him the fruit which poysond all:
Thus (Errour ruling Reason's sacred raigne)
False Gods, Imaginarie Good did faine
Iustly of skill, of will, of strength denude,
To know, loue, follow, what was truely good.
Of God, whom mercie no desert did move,
Hee of his goodnesse willing to reclaime
Those Rebells, objects vile of wrath and shame,
Did with himselfe determine to bringe backe,
And His, wretcht Man, by double title, make,
Restoring him to more since his offence,
Than he enjoyd in state of innocence:
So bound himselfe by promise to this end
A Woman's Sonne vnto the world to send,
A Man in Wisdome, Majestie and Might,
Equall with God, to frustrate Sathan's slight:
The Serpent's heade to breake, his works destroy,
Lost happynesse that man might re-enjoy.
Now blinded Man in darknesse striues to hold,
And, with his owne prevailing did pervert,
And harden cursed Cain's cruell heart,
And such as hee, his misbeliving seede,
God's faithfull word and promise to disside.
His holy Lambe set foorth to publicke viewe,
Him outward figures shadowing beneath:
To manifest the vertue of his death.
Man made vpon the outward worke abide:
To set all labor'd (whom his sugred hooke,
To swallow over he could moue to looke),
Beyond the signes to their appointments end,
That so for trueths men might on shads depend.
His Sonne for Man's redemption to bee slaine
More clearly in the flesh to manifest,
Good hopes to Man did giue, on which to rest,
To mortall eyes presenting now and than,
The World's Redeemer in the shape of man.
Christ's comming in man's Nature to keepe backe,
New slights assayde, and so his purpose wrought,
That he, in Heber's house, (Sem's offspring) brought
Imagerie of mettell, wood, and stone,
Perswading those the safest means alone
God's knowledge both to haue and keepe acquird,
Man's ouerthrow thus craftily conspir'd;
Wonne to giue way thus to inventions vaine
Abraham's stocke idolatrie did staine.
From this contagious crew which thus did fall,
The father of the faithfull God did call,
And (separat from their societie,)
His Church did stablish in his familie.
Here yet ensued anone a new defection,
Till God brought foorth his people, did his law
By his owne finger on two tables drawe,
Midst flames promulgate; that no liuing soule
His will presume should after to controule;
Corrupted man's conceat did so transport,
That euerie age almost, afresh they fell,
Though plagued for this sinne did thus rebell,
And on this fancie never ceasde to dotte,
Till God made even with their deserts their lotte.
Them (after heauy stroakes of his disdaine,)
Delyuering to proud Tyrants to detaine
In fearefull bondage, slauerie worse than death,
In Babell 'mongst idolaters to breath.
Loue, beare about, their God for such forsake,
But as they did of the Messiah heare,
Did to the ancient Prophecies giue eare.
Not ceassing his intent to follow, mixd
With God's pure Truth traditions, not a few,
Which lasted till our Lord did all make new;
And 'mongst God's people, and peculiar race,
For outward idols finding now no place,
Wholly his slight extending, did neglect
No meanes in minds an idole to erect:
Of many, whom his subtiltie did make
God's oracles, the Prophecies mistake,
To dreame that Christ should bee an earthly king,
To earthlings earthly dignities to bring,
Their Eyes lockt vp, giuen ov'r to Vanitie,
God's true spirituall meaning blynd to see,
That Saducees secure, who nought did care,
But things for present life, which vsefull were,
Soules Immortalitie, the general doome,
The bodies rising fables durst presume
Of cheieffe accompt, of speciall respect,
Became with men, tho Atheists in effect.
And Godlesse Saducees, (Religion's staine)
(The Blinde giuen ouer to the Blinde to guide,)
Till God in end, Man pittying thus misled,
Sent in the flesh his Christ the plea to redde,
His mourning Saints to cheare these broils among,
Which did for Israel's consolation long.
In time's full terme, by Him the Sonne was giuen,
Hee to the world, did to this onely end,
The expresse Image of his Person send,
In whom the brightnesse of His Glory shind,
Immortal God in mortall shape enshrind,
True God, true Man, a Mediator
To God his Soueraine good, Man to vnite
In man's base shape, God thus made manifest,
The Word made flesh, to grace man repossest,
God's wisdome infinit, His Loue sincere,
Thus in the Man CHRIST IESVS did appeare.
His Trueth vncomprehensible was than
In Him made sensible to shallow man,
Who saw in Him the Rays of Heavenly light,
The viue character of His paterne bright,
Which did not in His outward featurs shine,
But in his doctrine, life and works divine:
Which did all eyes in admiration draw,
That who the Sonne, the Father also saw.
Man to his God, in malice Sathan flew,
And boldly dares renew the auncient warre,
With envy swolne, this glorious worke to marre;
He streight did stoppe Man's vnattentiue eare,
That man should not His heavenly doctrine heare.
With foggie mists, with sinne's thick clouds He blinds,
The mirror darke of world-distracted minds,
That they no further than his outside pierce,
The glorious beames His Godhead did disperse,
That with weake eyes they might no view this light;
But Him disvaluing, Them who dearely lov'd,
Nor with His life, not works, nor wonders mov'd;
They onely pore vpon His outward frame,
Who in a seruant's shape most meanly came,
Cladde with our Nature's imperfections fraile,
Inwrapt (as seem'd) in sinfull fleshe's vaile,
Whom viewing with the cloudie eyes of sense,
No wonder that the world conceiud offence,
That Hee who came the world to saue alone,
Thus to the world did proue a Stumbling Stone.
Thus Saracens, thus Machometans all,
Rejecting Christ cause man's basse shape He bare,
Ly taken in the craftie hunter's snaire.
Least this humilitie should marre his ayme,
God in himselfe invisible to show,
And manifest to Earthlings heere below,
That Essence Infinit, Omnipotent,
Most Good, most Glorious, most Excellent,
Did wonderfully in His Heavenly brest,
(Tho never but in motion) ever rest,
Hee, his Apostles, Messingers divine,
Pen-men, in whom pure Trueth vnstain'd did shine,
Inspyrd, as Hee did by His Spreit endite,
His birth, lyfe, death and testament to write,
So that (tho Atheists this wovne coate would rend,
God's Word by heavenly inspiration pend,)
What These, what His Evangelists record,
Sweet straines, in sweetest harmony accord;
Which holy ditements as a mirrour meete,
Loynd with the Prophesies in Him compleet,
Might serue His Glorious Image to present,
To such as sought Him with a pure intent,
To all that loue Him, ev'n to all His owne.
Not His adulterat, but his pourtrait true,
In mirror of the Scriptures He imprents,
Vntouched to leave His outward Lineaments,
His bodies frame, the featurs of His face
To Him but common with fraile Adam's race,
Giues charge his person, properties to paint
The world with His life, doctrine, death, acquaint,
His Nature's offices, His wonders wrought,
His suffrings, sayings; not omitting ought
That to His praise, Man's profite might redound
In all whats needefull to Saluation found,
Which might our Faith confirme, our Loue inflame,
Or paterne proue to which our Life to frame.
Of man's base shape, in Him, but dim'd the light
Of God's perfection, and did onely show,
The fraile infirmities from flesh that flow.
What good His bodie's just proportion brought,
Since, face to face injoyd, His living sight,
As heere he did present an earthly wight,
So little helpt the world in Him to view,
Of God Invisible The Image true?
With nature's twilight, millions made to slide.
Illightned eyes did view the Tree of life:
These were the Caske, which peirc'd, sweet balme did yeeld
That to an angrie God wretcht man conceild.
In Him did dwell and bodily abide,
Did all behooue, who view His Godhead would.
The richer substance of the Treasures hidde
Of knowledge deepe, of wisedome most profound,
Of vnseene graces, which in Him were found.
(While seene on Earth of Heaven to make vs right)
His bodie's shape, His lineaments of face,
The featurs choice, which Him did chieflie grace,
Him to point foorth were equall in no sort,
And what a one Hee was, to show came short:
A lifelesse picture can no be denyed
Yet short to come: for Painters doe not ayme
The soule of Him, whose shape the hand doth frame
To set in sight: They striue alone to leaue
His Bodie's figure, whom they paint or graue,
And that but for the present day or houre
They did the Paterne see, but having pow'r,
Time, wrinkled age still hastning by degrees,
Their arte to mock, which mock mistaken Eyes.
By arte most exquisite, in write divine
Not superficially his shape doe show,
But solidly make vs our Saviour know;
Not as our Image, but as God's He bare,
In our fraile Nature, Man as men wee are;
Not in one Nature, but in both vnite,
God-man conjoynd, a Sauiour compleet,
Not in one act, one case, or one estate,
But from his birth, even to His life's last date,
From his descending to Earth's lower parts,
The Virgin's wombe, this mirror bright imparts
Him fully, till He suffering did ascend,
At God's right hand to raigne, world without end.
Thou longst, the Scripture must thy mirror bee,
The Spirit (heere) thy Lord, then yeeres more old,
What one He should bee, ere Hee came, foretold,
And, ere humanitie did Him invest,
His purtrait wonderfully (heere) exprest,
For vs not onely serving on the stage,
But all the Elect, since the world's first age.
The auncient Church did all in substance see,
Know, loue, beleeve, enjoy, of Him what wee.
Him singled foorth, His sight, by faith sinceere,
Did patriarchs all and Prophets so enflame,
That in His day they joyd before Hee came.
Conveend, His suffrings in some measure saw,
Him slaine for sinne, though dimly to their view
The torchlight of their Sacrifices shew:
On Him they weakly, yet with pleasure deepe,
Through lattices of Typs, and figures, peepe,
And (as they may) behold, from this dark cloud,
The Sonne of righteousnesse Himselfe vnshrowd,
That Lambe of God, that taks away sinne's staine,
Ere world was made, who for the world was slaine,
Feeding on Him their souls, as wee, by faith
Thus to bee fred with vs, from endlesse wrath;
Both by one cuppe, by one spirituall foode
Refresh'd, both sav'd by vertue of His blood.
From Earth's low centre, reaching highest Heaven,
Till Shilo came who cleerly did impart,
The Scepter should from Iudah neuer part,
Iob liu'd perswaded, while most deeply grieu'd,
That for his safetie his Redeemer liu'd.
The Father euerlasting, Blessed thrise,
A Child of wounder, euen the GOD of might,
Israel's Glorie, and the Gentile's light,
Esay foretold (a branch of peerelesse worth,)
From Iesses stemme, shall in the Flesh sprout forth,
A King on whom the gouernement shall stay,
Of all the world who shall the Scepter sway,
A pow'rfull Prophet, by the Lord anointed,
Good tydinges to the meeke to preach appointed,
Who shall bind vp, not breake the bruised reed,
The weakely smoaking flaxe not quenche, but feed.
All to set forth the Glorie of this LORD,
Whom Hee a Priest for euer doth detect,
After the order of Melchisedecke,
Him doth point forth, now as expos'd to scorne,
His hands and feet most pitifully torne,
By lot his vestures parted, in his neede
Made vinegar to drinke, on gall to feede,
Constraind to crye, with sense of horror shaken,
My God, My God, why hast thou Me forsaken?
Now as victoriously on high ascending,
Him twentie thousand thousand Angels tending,
A captiue making of captivitie,
To His proclaiming peace, and libertie,
The swelling pride of proude insulters laid,
His foes crusht downe, His foot-stoole being made.
To be raisd vp to David (who to quench,
His burning thirst with Bethlem's streams did long)
The Spirit spoke by Ieremia's tonge,
Him setting forth a King, whose prosperous raigne
Iustice and judgement should on Earth maintaine,
Who Iudath save, who Israel should reclame,
The Lord our Righteousnesse designd by name.
Christ the Messiah manifest to make
From time to time, who by degrees of light,
By Types or Prophecies was set in sight,
Till from the Arke, the outward covering drawne,
This glorious Day-starre in the flesh did dawne.
Predictions with accomplishments compare,
With wonder ravisht, heere thou shalt behold
All done, what earst was to bee done, foretold,
Of Typs the clowdie Mysteries explaind,
Shadows sequestred, reall Truths attaind,
The legall rites, the ceremoniall lawe,
By Him abolisht, who the vaile did draw,
Of Christ affording a more liuely sight,
A clearer knowledge, and a nearer light,
So that the tenderest sight, the weakest eye,
Him now vnmasked in this glasse may see.
A Babe presents Him, death and hell who quaild,
The Ancient of dayes a suckling weake,
Who from His daughter's bowells birth did take,
An Infant, coeternall with his Sire,
Whose Incarnation Angels did admire,
Prizd by the foolish with contempt and scorne,
Because a weakling of a weakling borne,
In humble state, layd in a homelie stall,
To narrow bounds confind, who boundeth all,
The comfort crauing of Her Virgine brest
Who gaue Him birth (his wants by cryes exprest,)
Borne and exposd at once to Tyrant's spight,
Constraind His lyfe to saue by secret flight,
The stormie flood of bloodie Herod's rage
Let loose on all the equals of his age,
Who, to assure Himselfe of Him alone,
Cruell to all, prou'd pitifull to none.
By Princes of the East, a Saviour prizd,
His God-head who no sooner doe behold,
But offering gifts of Incense, Myrrhe, and gold,
Fall downe, adore, and to their LORD approue,
Their faith, their hope, their loyaltie and loue.
Since craftsman's skill on mettall, wood, nor stone,
This can so liuely to the Eye present,
As doth His written Word and Testament,
Why fondly then prefer phantastick men
The Graver's toole to the Apostle's penne?
Which doth faire buds of Pietie forth bring,
Inciting tymouslie our tender yeeres
To true devotion (since no act appeares,
In which he provd to vs a President,
The which was not for our instruction ment.)
Heere thou shalt find Him in the Temple sett
And Heavenly knowledge from His child-hood gett,
Israel's doctours hearing Him demand,
Who at His doctrine all astonishd stand,
Ravisht to see, yeeres so vnripe admitt
Such full perfection of a hoarie witt.
Thy Saviour drencht in Iordan's streams to see:
Loe, Hee who formerly was circumcis'd,
By His great Harbinger must be baptiz'd:
Thus sanctifying by those seales divine,
The auncient Church, the Church that was to shine:
Those actions His pure bodie must endure,
Which should have force to clense our soules impure;
Tho Him, in whom (vnseene) the Godhead raignd,
Nor filth, nor fore-skinne of corruption staind,
Did need nor streams, nor circumcising knife:
Yet sinne for vs himselfe hee made, that wee,
In Him the righteousnesse of GOD might bee.
Thy Saviovr's footsteps to the deserts trace.
There shalt thou view in single combat foyld,
By proper armes, troad vnder foote and spoyld,
That pow'rfull Aduersare, the dragon old,
Who to assaile the Sonne of GOD was bold.
Truth, mercie, pittie, loue, humilitie,
All wisdome, meeknesse, patience, prudence, peace,
Which in perfection but in him found place,
No wonder then this Mirror thee amaze,
Since in no corner Thou heereof canst gaze
Which doth no liuely set before thy sight
A lanterne to thy lyfe, the Lord of light.
Of living waters in the fountaine true
The Scripture, digging to thy selfe in vaine
Such cisternes as no water can containe,
What can the Pencil's most industrious art,
By pictures dumbe to Thee of these impart?
In others chiefly lyes the fault, the shame,
Dumbe Doctors ceassing when for ease to preach,
Or would not, or els could no people teach,
Least men by vse should loath, at length despise
Their often-mumbled matins did devise,
Guyses to gaze on, showes men's soules to feed,
An vncouth language for their dayly bread;
To charme the Eare did mixe a sweete concent
Of Melodie, by voice, by instrument,
With choise divisions of an hundreth kinds,
About to moue, and melt the hardest minds;
These, they were sure, would neither bark nor bite,
For did they teach the Trueth, their faults expose,
As Scripturs, which their lewdnesse doe disclose,
They surelie should such intertainment lake,
And (thrust to doores) the Scripturs' bonds partake,
Which ly in fetters of an vncouth leid,
Keept vp from sillie soules, which faine would read,
Claspt by authoritie, that on this booke
Saue privileged persons none may looke,
Because in this engrav'd Christ's portrait true
Is by the Spirit set to publike view,
Plainely proclaiming, what doth them displease,
Crying a Woe to Scribes and Pharisees,
Faind Church-men, who pretend the saint to feed,
By lanterne of God's Word, weake soules to lead,
Of knowledge key, them meantyme doe debarre,
So both their owne, and others' entrie marre.
With grievous burdens, impositions large
The People's backs, denying ev'n the aide
That by their little finger may be made.
In lifelesse ceremonies most precise
To seeme who studie, to obseruing eyes,
Yet soules committed to their cure neglect,
And truth and mercie hold in small respect.
The grossest sinne, the grievousest offence,
Devouring widowes houses, doe betray
The innocent, poore Orphans make their prey.
Where nought within but rotten bon's abide,
To satisfie GOD'S Iustice daring stand,
For works of Righteousnesse of Men's owne hand.
Hudge Camels swallow, straining at a gnat,
Whom, with themselues they adde to Sathan's traine.
That life and beeing them no more imports,
Then tumide Titles, Greetings, caps and knees,
Prioritie of place of all degrees.
In These but chieflie, set to ouerlooke
His flockes, lights in the chayre of truth to shine,
Call'd to dispense his mysteries divine,
O with what care their sacred charge to tend,
Doth hee vnto his watch-men recommend,
Warning least they should by ambition slyde,
By worldlie grandour, statelinesse or pride.
Lordly dominion, Raines of Sov'raignetie,
Prohibiting by them vsurp't should bee.
A rule from which vnlawfull to debord,
In matter of Religion, worship true
Of God in doctrine to Salvation due;
Traditions all rejecting, to this square
(How old soever) which repugnant are.
Flie, flie, O yee, who of His house make sale,
Base Simonists beware, the Lord of Lords
Hasts with a whip, a lashing scourge of Cords,
All mercenarie misers to expell
Buyers and sellers from His house to Hell.
By future errors least they bee o'rethrowne,
Of Hypocrits doth (now) vnmaske the face,
How ere their outsids shine with showes of grace,
Cowsning the world with a pretence of goode,
(Their fruits neere comming further than the bud,)
Who, tho they Vice can deck in Vertue's dye,
Yet sile they can not His all-seeing Eye.
Haue beene, to bring dumb Idols in request,
Christ's speaking purtrait such haue put to peace,
(This stocks and stones admitted to outface,)
But hearken thou, to his sweet voice giue eare,
From His owne mouth, thou by the Sprit shalt heare
The word of Trueth, Him powring foorth sweet streams
Of living waters, to the soule that cleams
Refreshment, feeling want, in feare to sterue,
Such (heere) shall find, what may to saue them serve.
The winds rebuking, sinne's possessed slaues
From Legions of foule Spirits setting free,
The dead recalling to mortalitie:
Yea; raising vp thy selfe from sinne's dark cave,
A Lazare, stinking in corruption's grave
To see the danger, the deserved wrath,
The guilt, thy trembling soule lyes drencht beneath,
By which if humbled, Hee shall comfort speake,
Thy wounds bind vp, vnloade thy conscience weake,
Invite thee with thy burden to draw neere,
Offring for thee the Father's wrath to beare;
Whom, that thou may'st from filth of sinne bee purg'd,
Thou shalt behold arraign't, condemned, scourg'd,
Sighing and groaning, with thy burden prest,
Expos'd to paines which can not be exprest,
Weeping, and bleeding, suffering death for thee.
O Love! O Pittie, in a strange degree!
Of his sad passion, tryed as purest gold
By fire dissolv'd, in which no drosse is found,
Deeplie afflicted, prostrat on the ground,
The Garden watering with a Crimson flood,
From all his pores distilling streams of blood,
His Courage seeming quaild, His Strength decayed;
Crusht downe with weight of God's incumbing wrath,
His guiltlesse soule made heavy to the death,
Thy Crimes the cause, thy sinnes inunding speate,
The meanes from Him which drew this bloudie sweate,
Whom (notwithstanding) Hee did (so) esteeme,
That all His suffrings did most pleasant seeme
Thee, wretched wormeling, to redeeme from death,
Perdition's heyre, sinne's slaue, the child of wrath;
To thee the Father's favour to acquire,
Not shrinking to drinke off the dregs of ire.
These bee the suffrings, counterfits which scorne,
Which lyfelesse draughts deface, but not adorne.
These be the suffrings which perplexed soules
Most sensibly conceiue, sunk deep in scrouls
Of tender bleeding hearts, The only way,
Most liuelie felt which make his Torments may;
Who (heere) the dolors of his death engrosse,
Best feele the fruicts and comforts of his crosse.
O deare affection matcht with misregard!
Loe, Hee who bought Man at so deare a rate,
By Man is sold, betrayd by Man vngrate,
The traitor's mouth, which flowd with fraud, with hate,
His lips dare touch where found was no deceit:
Friend whether comst thou? (Christ his friend yet is:)
The SONE OF MAN betrayst thou with a kisse?
Hee who those armed bands did cast to ground,
Them, with his breath, all able to confound,
With this soft speech, this gratious checke alone,
Doth wound, not wonne, the traytor's heart of stone.
Who preasd, by arms, this offred wrong redreesse,
Yet did not mease the causelesse spight, conceau'd
In hardned hearts so farre from grace, from loue,
That miracle, nor favour them can move.
Led hence, transported with this raging storme,
Left by His owne, yeelding His conqur'ing hands,
Thee to set free, to ignominious bands.
With lamps, with lanterns led, they apprehend
The Sonne of truth, incarnate to this end.
That glorious Beame of vncreated light,
By flesh and bloode invaild, hid from their sight,
Thus all foretold gainst actors of this Ill,
Against themselves do perfitly fullfill.
And with vindictiue flams of furie boylst,
Tormenting others, darst revenge avouch,
Vpon thy reputation's slendrest touch,
See, with what patience, with what silence deepe,
While Iews disgrace vpon disgrace doe heape,
Thy Sauiour to the Smiters giues his backe,
Doth from the Nippers not his cheeks keepe backe.
To shame, to spitting, doth expose his face,
The path not only pointing thou shouldst trace,
But treading euerie steppe, hath taught the way,
From which t'is shame, yea dangerous to stray.
Loe in this hight of scorne, depth of disgrace,
With cheare vnchang'de he dares his foes outface,
Yet from his lips not one intemperat word,
His mercilesse tormenters doth remord.
That Hee did suffer, shame or outward paines,
Needfull for Thee to know in one small Booke
Is found, on this in steade of pictures looke:
This beare, this weare, this reverentlie reade,
When read, at least attentiuelie take heede,
Which thy deare LORD a-dying left to thee.
Each loue-sicke soule to Him betroathd by fayth,
His loue thus showne, to kindle loue againe,
That mutually love wee might intertaine;
Nor let by wrong nor violence be reft,
But striue to know what written for thy well,
With's owne deare blood thy louing Lord did seale.
See our true Samson yeelding now at length,
Spoild of the hayres of his vnmatched strength,
A bloodie butchrie suffering for thy sake,
Stript naked, torne with whips, faint, pale and weake,
The Souldiours mocking His enfeebled might,
Combining, in His torment, sport with spight,
His offices all branding with reproch,
With blasphemie Him charging, they encroch
Vpon his Priest-hood with a bitter blow,
Now, siling vp his eyes, Hee streight must show
Who him did most with causelesse strips infest,
As Prophet this by him must bee exprest:
Then, cloathd in purple, crownd with pricking thorne
As King, is made the object of their scorne.
Bright Eye of Heaven, O now shut vp thy light;
Salt fountains all of tears be now enlarg't,
Weake Isaak's tender shoulders (loe) are charg't,
With wood, Himselfe to sacrifice prepar'd;
Lo! neither is from shame Thy Saviour spar'd,
From pressing loade of that disgracefull Tree,
The means appointed of his death to bee;
See, faintlie staggring, how He grones beneath
The pondrous weight of God's incumbent wrath.
The Sonne of God by Souldiours disarayed,
The vine-presse of the Father's Ire doth treade,
Fixt to the crosse, his hands, his feete transpierced,
Exposd to paine, to horrors vnrehearsed,
His gratious armes foorth streatching all the day,
To rebells walking in an evill way.
Who (God not robde) equalitie did plead,
With robbers matcht, for thee a curse is made
And even to death, endures vpon the Crosse,
In soule, in bodie, pains of sense, of losse.
Heavens suted to their Makers mournefull state,
Mask't vp with clouds, in their owne kinde regrait,
Loe, Earth doth tremble, flintie Rocks doe rend,
Graves backe to light their sleeping guasts doe send,
And loe, while ev'n his life's last spunke is spent,
The Temple's vaile is to the bottome rent.
Nailling vnto his Crosse Thy oblishments,
Cancelling those Inditements which did tye
God's wrath in iustice Thee to vnderly,
Resoluing more by sinning, to abstaine
To crucifie The LORD of life againe;
On his owne death, who freelie of his grace,
Did ground thy life and euerlasting peace.
What faith can wish or what thy soule desires,
The Spirit in this mirrour shall disclose,
And to thy sight of Him as much expose,
As may thy soule heereafter serue to saue,
And guide thee (heere) with comfort to the graue,
Except His inward vertues thou neglect,
And but his outside carnally affect.
This farre vnnecessare for thee to knowe;
Sufficient that, which These who knew Him best,
And best did know to make him knowne, exprest
Which They did penne, God's Spirite did endite.
By other means refusing to bee knowne
Then by his word alone, where faith's bright eye,
His hidden graces may most liuelie see,
So that (except this way) no knowledge true,
Accrest of Him, vnto the outward viewe
Of These, admitted in his humane state,
To touch Him, ev'n with Him to drinke, to eate.
To Man, of other means of grace depriv'd,
To know the Sonne, and in the Sonne the Sire,
The Sonne, concealler of the Father's Ire,
O judge what Spirit this great worke to marre,
This course to crosse, the Scriptures would debarre
And hide this Mirror from the longing sight
Of Soules, which faine would see this Sunne of light,
Enjoyning such, this knowledge to attaine,
By pictures false, or some resemblance vaine
Of that externall shape, which God did hide,
Least any in this fruitlesse search should slide?
Seeks GOD and Man, to seuer day and night,
With envy boyling, at man's good who griev'd,
Hath ay a lyer and a Murtherer liv'd;
His point for once who gayning, seeks yet still,
To disconforme man to his Maker's will;
From GOD'S true worship man did still divert,
By whom to such prophanenesse mortals driv'ne,
Haue worshipt Sunne, Moone, Starrs, the host of Heaven;
Who made the nations God's true worship loath;
And Men's deluded fantasies entysd
A furtherance in GOD'S seruice to conceat,
By means engendring his eternall hate;
These vain surmises Micah did infect.
A house of GODS, a Levite to his Priest
Who having This of blessings held no least;
With fond conceats, Imaginations vaine
Before Hee came, that when in humble state,
Not seconding their expectation great,
Hee did a servant's shape assume, whom they
Conceiv'd, the scepter of the world should sway,
An earthly Monarch, a triumphing King,
Who by resistlesse force should freedome bring
To their subjected state, Himselfe oppose
To tyranizing pride of conqu'ring foes,
Whom finding Other then they did surmise,
With strong delusions led, the world agrees,
The true Messias cruellie to kill,
Expecting their fore-fancied Saviour still:
Although our LORD, inviting oft there view,
In Scriptures to behold his paterne true,
Which, holy Prophets livelie had exprest,
Ere fleshe's vaile His God-head did invest,
Yet He, this Glasse who hid, their eyes did sile:
His guiltlesse blood must needs their hands defile.
Yet from the world the Scriptures to suppresse,
And from the knowledge true of CHRIST, therein,
The world debarring keeps the world in sinne:
Cous'ning poore people by deceitfull slight,
Of paynters arte, affording false delight,
Filling their hands, robt of God's sacred word,
With pictures, from their paterns which debord,
Now Christ, the holy Crucifixe now name.
Would striue to hide what God hath meant to show?
Or who, except alone that Spirit bold,
That dare raike vp, which God ly buried would?
What Spirit els the world to looke would let
In that pure Mirror, whence faint soules might get
Refreshment, by the sight of Him alone,
Who in His word is seene, is rightlie knowne?
Who els would sweate the multitude to leade,
By lying Images, GOD'S peace to pleade,
By which the world is rather led astray
After dumb Idols in damnation's way?
Patrons prophane of this impietie
Antichristian hatred & the Spirit of Sathan may bee seene in these who blaspheme the scripture, for if any man at Rome should say but the same of all the popes writtings and the writtings of popish doctors which they say of the holie Scripture, hee should bee streight way declared an enemie to the kirk of Rome, and put to death for a deuilish heretick.
Doe serue, who superstitiouslie maintaine
This forg'rie, Man in darknesse to detaine,
The Romane Clergie, who of pow're too weake,
The words pure light to make the world forsake
By craft doe cast about another way
To dimme the luster of this Lamps cleare Raye,
The holy Scripture branding with disgrace,
Which to traditions they but second place,
Making the world It, with a just neglect,
Corrupt and poysond in the source suspect,
Imperfyte, and in vulgare tongues to bee
Translated, needlesse, not from danger free.
Thus from foule mouths maliciouslie they spew,
Aginst the Scriptures not aspersions few,
Furthering the world (so farre as in them lyes),
GOD'S word as hard, yea hurtfull, to despyse,
Their leaden braines with superstition grosse
Doth so distract, that This, they madly seeme,
To honour more than Him did them redeeme,
Religious worship, yea divyne is due,
Yea that same worship, which to CHRIST they owe,
If Hee Himselfe did personally showe.
The suppressing of the common reading of the Scripture makes such way to all errors, that the Romane clergie rules securelie and rainges over all kingdoms, coūtries, and commounwealths, while they get place over King's crowns, men's consciences, their soules, bodies, lands, rents, and movables, and all at their pleasure.
Traditions vncontrold fynd patent way,
Their canons, constitutions, Popes' decrees,
False definitions, legends stuft with lyes,
Doctrines deboarding from the written Word
With Scripture equall credite thus afford,
Yea of the Scripture thou mayst nought beleeue,
But in what sense the Pope is pleasd to giue:
Thus, to the blinded world's astonishment,
Their Lying wonders with beleife they went,
Thus from the People they their Errors hyde,
Which, by the sharper sighted if espyd,
The word withdrawne, their labour lighter is,
To make them thinke they did decerne a-misse.
Thus must the People found their fayth on trust,
For as their Church-men, so belieue they must.
A net of merits, of good works to weave,
By which they fish, (from such as may be brought,
To apprehend that Heaven may thus bee bought,
With excesse to maintayne Those who have charge,
Of convents, cloisters) Rents, dotations large,
And if this fully doth no worke their end,
A larger Net of Pennance they extend,
From which to bee exem'd, they waird, they watch,
The Rich-ones by Indulgences to catch,
Who by their purse chuise rather to bee purgt,
Then fast from flesh, then suffer to bee scourgt.
And both the one and other doe escape,
To bee assur'de then both of poore and rich,
A Hose-nett they of Purgatorie pitch,
Heere Great ones stick, yea not the Fire go free;
All, by the doctrine which these Clerks do found,
Vngratious, yea vnnat'rall must be found,
(At death at least) except with minds devote,
Allowance, in some measure, they allote,
Some kynd remembrance, Masses to maintaine,
Soules to set free, from purgatorie's paine.
The substance of the world suck vp by slight,
By shows of holynesse, by secreet stealth,
Congesting mountaines of entysing wealth,
To which, as Ravens which doe a Carion see,
Trowps of Church-orders, swarms of Shavelings flie,
Of which none idle, all on worke are set:
By Cous'ning miracles, some doe credite get,
To Cristen bels, tosse beads they some appoint,
Some crosse, some creepe, some sprinkle, some anoynt,
Some hallow candles, palmes, crisme, ashes, wax,
Some penitents admitt to Kisse the Pax;
And while this crew in these imployment wants,
They multiply both male and female Saints;
A severall Church they to each Saint allote;
By raysing Altars they must seme devote,
In one Church diverse, to a diverse end,
Which men enabled with new meanes must tend.
Of Scripture, Seene, which would the World acquynt
With these Imposturs, damnable deceats,
Indang'ring vnder trust, so great Estates,
Which if they licenc't were God's Word to view,
Should doubtlesse bide those forg'ries all adiew.
What earst did kindle the Ignoble Ire
All in a Mutinous concurse which flew,
While of this Monster the seditious Head,
Demetrius for Diana's shrines did plead.
What motives then did these incense, the same,
Place now for their Imagery doe clayme,
Them stirring vp more turbulent, how much
Their trade doth breed them greater gayne, then such.
For but the mettel's worth and craftsmen's paynes,
Did breed Ephesians answerable gaynes,
But of their Picturs what the eye espyes,
'Tis nought; their worth in forme nor matter lyes,
These valued are, on these the world doth doate,
As Church-men holinesse to them alloate,
As sacred vertue Men in them conceave,
Which Pope or Prelate, at their pleasure gave,
Thus by conceit, the Simple to entyse,
These by opinion, not by worth who prise.
Thus doe they farre those Silver-smiths out-flee,
In witty traffiquing, in policy,
Masking their avarice with greater slight,
Than these who sold but what they set in sight,
Their consecrated Crucifixes be
Most prisd for their supposed sanctitie.
Tho every day bring foorth a new creation
Of these false pictures, an adulterat brood,
So that in number, number they exclude,
Yet all of them, though of a diverse frame,
Each diffring from another, boldly clame,
Christ vively to exhibite to the eye,
Stretcht foorth to death vpon an abject tree;
So that, it seems more CHRISTS they either make,
Or CHRIST doe for the damned thiefe mistake,
Sith neither Graver's toole, nor Paynter's arte,
Doe other difference, saue in thoght impairt,
They doe resemble, all of them they rate,
And doe in as high estimation hold,
(Though infinite in number) as of old,
Ephesians did their One Palladium prise,
Which they did fancie Iove sent downe from skyes.
Lest their abuses It should manifest,
And lying Pictures in its place are thrust,
Yet vnder colour of a reason just,
Since Images (say they) by silent speach,
As bookes, the rude, the ignorant doe teach,
Since Scripture to the vse of all, least free,
Oft misconceiud doth lead to heresie.
That Images, inventions but of dust,
In teaching truth GOD'S sacred word doe match,
That Scriptures serue but heresies to hatch?
Shall speaking scriptures be dumbe rules despisd?
By Craftsman's arte on mettle, woode, or stone,
Shall Christ more lively to the world bee showne,
Then by Their dytments who did him behold,
And left His words, deeds, life, & death enrold?
This to maintaine lewd heresies who chuse,
Must guiltlesse soules, must people innocent,
Of their offence endure the punishment?
Thus should wee shunne the Sunne's conforting light,
Which (happily) hath hurt some stairing sight,
Thus losse the comfort of GOD'S creatures goode,
Since some that poysons which is others' foode.
If heresies (by which are most misled)
In learned, but vnhallowed brayns are bred,
Since hatcht, nor nurst by the simplicitie,
Of vulgar braynes these deepe delusions bee,
For heady Churchmen's fault, without desart?
Doth from not reading of the word aryse,
As CHRIST doth teach, why then (in Christ's despight),
To keepe from erring smother they this light?
Is repute Error, held for heresie;
Though Peter, Paul, or Prophet did perswade,
Though Christ Himself affirmd the contrare hade,
Their words must either not bee hard at all,
Or vnder Popish dispensation fall
To passe for Scripture, so a sense receave,
In other meaning than the Spirit gave,
A glosse the Text confounding quyte; because
For Error all they hold that hurts their cause.
The Scripture such a mirror to shew Christ that it changes the student into the liknesse of Christ while there he beholdeth him by fayth.
The Scripture is, that register divyne
Of holy write, that sacred, saving Booke,
In which our Lord hath licenct vs to looke,
Where, if wee labour earn'stly for His sight,
The skailes of darknesse which our eyes be-night,
He doth remove, and maks vs clearly see
With open face, the beames of Majestie,
And true Beholders by a manner strange,
Doth peece and peece in His owne likenesse change,
And in this study as wee progresse make,
Wee of the Glory which wee see partake,
Changt in our soules by Christ's renuing grace,
As on the mount was changed Moses' face.
Christ's face from viewing in this mirror bright?
Christ whom they search for, where hee found may bee?
The Spirit's working which doth men renew,
By means of this true sight, this inward view,
The change of soules from sinne why do they marre,
Why saving knowledge from the world debarre?
From forger's fancie which doe fashion take,
Truely to teach Christ's Naturs, Essence, Will,
Or in Christ's Image men to change from ill?
Christ's Mirror bee (that sacred fountaine staind),
In these or shall the Spirit men make see,
Or what Christ is, or what themselves should bee.
These nought to lookers on but lyes do teach,
And like themselves, their favourits they make,
As heads they have, but vnderstanding lake,
As mouths which speike no, feete which never move,
As eyes that see no, yet doe set on love,
And justly doe of wit, of sense bereave,
Disciples all, such Teachers as beleave,
Suffering themselues to bee debard the sight,
Of holy write, which truely teach them might.
The Ignorance of GOD Man binds therin.
The way to freedome from these heavy bands,
Christ's incomparable love of man's salvation hath set his wisdom (Luke 10. 22; Mat. 11. 27; John 17. 3) on worke to devyse the fittest means to make himselfe knowne to the world, and what his wisdome thought fittest for that end, his love hath mad him cairefully set downe in his testament, but no word of the lineaments of his face or shape of his bodie or pictures to expresse it.
In God's true knowledge principally stands;
God truely's knowne but in his Christ to none,
And God in Christ who know fynd life alone.
Now Christ, who onely GOD Himselfe who so,
That man may GOD, Man must Himselfe make kno.
The fittest meanes Himselfe to manifest,
To His owne searchelesse Wisdome knowne are best.
And how without it nothing vs can save,
And how the losse of Mankynd he doth beare,
Doth by His Death, to bring vs life appeare.
His loue to saue vs, Him who did despise,
Did set on worke His wisdome to devise,
All Meanes which of Himselfe the knowledge pure
And so of God, might to our soules procure,
And so in him bee reconceild, so fred
From wrath, so to eternall life bee led:
And what His Wisedome for our well devisd,
His constant care, in holy write comprisd
Hath left, the Meanes thus setting in our sight,
Which of Himselfe the saving knowledge might
Sufficiently disclose; Meanes onely meet
To make Him knowne, Meanes in themselues compleet,
Without the forg'ry hatcht in humane braine
Of lying pictures, Crucifixes vaine,
Which for His knowledge Hee hath thought vnfit,
Since mongst His Meanes these He doth not admit.
Which point Him foorth (Means in His Word contriv'd).
But all doth charge, who warm'd are with His loue,
And Means to make Him rightly knowne would proue,
To search the Scriptures, if for life they looke;
In all men's hand Christ puts this saving Booke:
This, Hee doth warrant, to eternitie,
A constant witnesse of Himselfe to bee.
Vnlawfull gayne to make of worthles wares,
By other Means then Christ, to lead to Heaven,
New bookes haue fayned, new directions given.
By searching of the Scriptures erre yee may,
Pictures are plaine, these harmelesse bookes doe show
What needfull is for you of Christ to know,
In Scripture darke 'tis dangerous to prye,
Such curious search concernes not you to trye.
That both vnfit and vnsufficient are
CHRIST'S Means; their owne devices more import
The well and safety of the weaker sort.
The Means most fitting, who could not afford;
Which choysen, most might to our safetie tend;
Charge, in his Latter-Will these meanes to leave.
More Wise, more Loving, Carefuller than Hee.
What else is this, by a pretence to teach
Christ's knowledge, but Christ's knowledge to empeach,
By faining a false Christ, to barre the way
By which the True attayne wee only may,
Who, not attaind, God neither can wee know,
Since God in Him alone Himselfe doth show?
Thus are the bonds of Man's most wretcht estate
By Nature, straitned by the Devil's deceate.
Haue place, we challenge only the abuse.
That paynter's Pencil pleasure doe impart
Wee hinder no, let craftsmen vse their arte:
But howsoever humane wit debord,
God in Religion must alone bee Lord.
Promulgate did, (where Him no mortall saw)
As Royall Roabs which Majestie attire,
Hee, onely as His owne Prerogatiue,
Did, of Religion, plead the Rule to giue,
And Man, (with vaine presumption swolne), at large
Madly with This to meddle doth discharge,
Binding His hands, by words expresse and plaine,
Of Him, no foolish Counterfit to faine,
No Image, for Religious vse, to make,
Of ought, in Heaven or earth did being take;
Nor made, to honour, with the least respect,
Save They with Him their Covenant would breake,
Kindling gainst them His iealousie most just,
Rankt as Adult'rers, (from His service thrust)
Who, worship with Him, or besyde Him, gave,
To others, due for Him alone to have.
This worship vaine, His worship which confounds,
All vse of Images, by Man devysd,
To God Man hatefull rendring and despysd.
Of Princes all Monarchick Soveraigne,
That Man of Sinne, perdition's Sonne, the slave
Of Sathan, yet pretends Christ's place to have,
Dare gainst this Law most impudently stand,
And God's great VETO boldly counter-mand.
Of GOD, of Man, he images dare make,
Thus Mocketh Christ, even suffring for our sake:
To these, Religious worship Hee allowes,
And This their Due most shamelessly avowes.
O how themselves they willfully deceave!
The custome of their Fathers They pretend,
The love of GOD, of CHRIST, this is the end
Why they Their purtraits reverently respect,
Whose persons They so dearely did affect,
Evasions serving more to mocke the eares,
Of simple Hearers, than this Error vaine
With meanest show of reason to maintaine.
God's Law most clearely these detects: the same
Excuses for this foolishnesse they frame
Which clearely are condemnd (shifts farre amisse),
In that Command which Rankt the Second is:
Which, God of purpose, gainst this Sinne did place,
This wickednesse so staring in the face,
That when heereof, they can not stand in sight,
Accusd, convinct by their owne conscience light,
To burie it from vulgare eyes they striue,
And this of place amongst the Ten depriue,
Braunching the Tent in twaine; to hide the thift,
Vsing a shamelesse sacrilegious shift,
Least seene the people should these snares forsake,
Layde (doubtlesse by the devill) their soules to take.
Condemned hath to Images to leane,
Yet still doe Image-doatars God's decreit
Striue to make Irrite, as vnjust, vnmeet,
Thus pleading profite to the Simpler sort,
Who come of knowledge by the Scripture short
But by the Eye inform'd, are brought in mynd,
Of what by These they represented fynd.
God by his Spirit cals this custome vaine.
Those creatures of thine owne, nor care, nor feare
Thou needst, which Thee can neither see nor heare.
How foolish they who doe on such depend,
Which neither Friend can help nor Foe offend?
The Stocke which God they to resemble frame,
Doth doctrines but of vanity proclame.
These perish shall from Earth, from vnder Heaven,
Their Founders to confusion shall bee driuen,
Whose worke is falshoode, forgt in Sathan's shoppe.
Men charming with a naturall delight,
Loe, GOD doth scorne, the workman's fruitlesse paynes,
The zeale poore people which hood-winkt detaynes,
Him seeking whose pure worship they professe,
By some Resemblance fondly to expresse.
Such as dare graven Images defend,
Deluded soules and blinded by deceate
GOD proves them, who transported with this spaite
Of madnesse, basely doe crouch downe before
The crafts-man's worke; which ought to have no more
Respect, then as much mettell, timber, stone,
Appointed for the basest vse, or none.
What lavish chairges spent in Making bee,
In Consecrating, what obsequious care,
What Superstition, straitning Sathan's snaire,
What base Devotion madly they bequeath
Vnto their Idoles, which (tho voyde of breath),
On shoulders mounted they on high doe reare,
And in ridiculous Procession beare.
Transported headlong, vse and profite dreame,
By these devices; God professeth plaine,
Hee knows no profite by these Meanes profaine,
Meanes to bee made vnworthy, Meanes to trust
Intolerable; teaching lyes to Dust,
Whence beeing they did take. The Curse of Woe,
Of Vengeance, thundred foorth they vndergoe,
Who Prayer's sweete perfume to such present,
Whom words nor vows can with or wants acquent.
Or grav'ne, or molten Image for to make,
God thus abhominably to disgrace.
Cursd, for devotion, who in secret place,
The Crafts-man's worke, GOD'S worship to confound
Set vp, the People all Amen resound.
A Curse denunceth both to Meane and Great,
That boast of Idols, Images doe serue.
The reason why Such do this curse deserue,
Saint Paule expresseth. For, from GOD estraingt
His Glory Incorruptible, transchangt
By them into an Image, made in all,
Like Man corruptible, proclive to fall,
They even GOD'S Trueth, have turned in a Lie,
Ascribing worship, in more high degrie,
Vnto the Creature subject to decay,
Than the Creator, who is blest for ay.
That while before a Crucifixe they crouch,
Or on a well done Image fixe their eye,
Their frozen Zeale they fynd enflamt to bee,
Their half-dead Faith reviv'd, their faynting Loue
To Christ, incitements wonderfull to prove,
Passions of joy, of feare, of griefe increst,
Fitting to further their devotion best,
So, though the world, (they openly avow),
Though all authoritie these disallow,
Which in their brests such strange effects doe bread,
And whence such motions of the Sp'rit, procead,
They can not bee induc't, so much as doubt,
But God aproves, even to be borne about,
Sollicitously keept, devoutely kist,
To bee falne downe before, these Means most blest,
Means, of that worship worthy held to bee
Even due to Christ; though not in like degree.
If with GOD'S will yee truely were acquent,
In holy write reveald, and did believe,
These Means suspition should not faile to give;
Thus narrowly yee should that Serpent's slight
Examine, in an Angel changt of light,
God's Spirit counterfitting, whose deceat,
Vnder pretence of peace procuring hate,
By bastard Motions of the minde doth make,
Deluded soules grosse Lyes for Truths mistake.
To thinke God's Word and Spirit disagree,
This, striving to restraine and stop the way,
That, grounds to this impiety to lay.
God's holy Spirit by no other Meanes
Doth worke, but such as God Himselfe ordaines,
Whatever superstitious potards dreame,
Forbidden Meanes He hates; and these by name.
Insinuating Himselfe to settell trust
In the deluded soules of such, as find
Such seeming-sacred-Motions of the mind,
Warming with woontlesse flames their frozen hearts,
Enveigling man's conceit with wondrous arts.
Even of the Spirite of Idolatrie;
The fire of worship false; entysing traines
Layd by that crafty Foe, who spairs no paines
Wretcht Man to make vnlawfully delite
In what GOD most condemns, in sacred write.
Before the Calfe, which Moses did destroy.
Such, made the Prophet by those Tribs contemnd,
In Dan and Bethell, who their calues condemnd.
Such earst (wee reade) was the deluding dreame,
Made Micah happy in his owne esteeme.
Worship to Images in groaues to giue.
Such zeale made Israelits of sense denude,
Bathe Molech's Image with their children's blood.
As subtile now as earst, is yet a-liue:
And still goth on, by all the craft hee can,
From service of the Living God, fond man
To tempt, Spirituall Whordome to commit
With Idols dombe: who, destitute of wit
With the inchaunting Motions of the minde
Is charmd, in Scripture which no warrant finde.
Which for His service God appointed hath
As men would haue, or in their hearts project,
Yet such (wee find) haue ever good effect.
But Motions which without God's Meanes doe worke
Are still to be suspect: the Snaike doth lurk
Beneath the blooming flowre: the deadliest blow
Is to bee fear'd from a disguised foe.
Who so, come by such Motions, can not flee
By Sathan's snaires but must entangled be.
Isaiah Christ made (long ere seene) admir'd,
Nor Forme, nor Comlinesse hee did foretell
Should make His outward feature to excell,
No beauty admiration to moue,
For which, wee should Him or desire, or loue.
And so it did succeed: for, who by sight
Of His externall shape, Him knew a-right
To bee the Christ, who Man to God conceald,
Such thing of Him, nor flesh, nor blood reveald.
(Which any Painter could haue wisht to see)
The bodily beholding of our Lord,
So little force, or furtherance did afforde,
Whom even the Princ'pall, not the Purtrait saw
To His obedience; O what madnesse then
What fury strange doth fill the braines of Men,
With dreams deluded, fondly to conceate,
That lying Pictures are of powre more great?
That counterfites of His exterior frame,
Zeale can make fervent, or with loue enflame?
As greater vertue did from Picturs flow
Then Person's presence they are set to show?
Which in the flesh did clowde Christ's Heavenly light
Did, nor with Motions nat'rall, nor divine,
Make men to loue, or seeke to Him, incline,
Shall Motions by this Shap's vaine picture wrought
Iustly, or nat'rall, or divine be thought?
No certaine: else the Crafts-man's toole should proue
On wood, or stone more forcible to moue
Then God's owne hand, Christ's frame, and featurs true
On superfice of humane flesh which drew.
Is fostred; thus that loues decaying might
Is quickned, yet Christ doth the blessing giue
To such as haue not seene and doe beleeue.
Resolv'd Him thus no more, if ever so:
How should these Means of knowledge then content
After the flesh Christ made to represent?
With Error, yet to take a nearer view,
Each Image should bee like its Patterne made,
From imitating which, it name doth pleade,
And if heereof it no resemblance leaue,
Beholders' Eyes it serues but to deceaue.
Which in his brest must first engraved bee
Before his Pensill, with deserved praise,
Can with its semblance ravisht Eyes amaze.
The Shape, the Lineaments, the Features right
His fantasie must apprehend by sight,
His hand directing, as hee did conceaue,
A viue impression to the Eye to leaue,
Els both deluded is His simple braine
And Men but mocked with an Idole vaine.
A bleare-eyed Leah hee should draw by chaunce,
A traytrous Iudas, being of intent
Rachel's, or Peter's purtrait to present,
Needs force the picture (yet) of that must bee
Which it most liuely sets before the Eye.
Proper to that to make which was His aime,
Yet must it bee that which it truely is,
Not what proposd it was, though nam'd amisse.
Pictures, procuring wonder, to contriue,
If from the Patterne diffring, wrought by guesse,
What serue they, fruitlesly but to expresse
And (valued though with vndeserved worth)
Conceptions but fantastick to set forth?
Since these (however by opinion great)
Yet births abortiue of some vaine conceate,
What can they els bee but resemble thought,
The fond Imagination them which wrought?
Though Popish Church should authorize the Dead
Church, Painter, picture, all to Error lead.
So doth the Image-Maker paint or graue:
The Patterns faynd Idea, in his braine
First must bee forg't, next the impression vaine
(A fantasie, hatcht in his head of late)
Finds on the Table, or the mettall, place,
As arte can his Imagination trace;
Thus, hold wee must each Image of this kinde,
The first Resemblance of the craftsman's minde.
How falsly then doth a mis-shapen masse
Of mettall for our Saviour's Image passe?
How fondlie men perplexe themselues to mixe
Colours most fit to frame a crucifixe?
Which when perfited by the best of arte
The most accomplisht Crafts-men can imparte,
In no respect with Christ resemblance hath,
Triumphing on the Crosse o're Hell, o're death,
No not so much as in His outward frame
By lines which they to counterfit doe clame.
Christ's living face who did no living see,
Nor saw He Any who could show by speach
And of our Lord the features truely teach,
But as conceate him ledde, hee boldly gues't,
And, as the Blind-man casts his staffe, exprest
Vpon his table: meerly ignorant
Whether in shape, this new-created Saint
Lookt liker Christ, or either of those twaine
Like shamefull death who did with CHRIST sustaine.
But, as the Child resemble doth the father,
This new-borne issue of the crafts-man's braine,
Got by imagination, hatcht for gaine,
Like to the fancie of his fond conceate
Who brought it forth, with paine, with labour great,
Must only be supposd; An Idol right
By Romish definition; (else but slight)
The Semblance of a thing but faind to bee,
Which no subsistance hath essentially.
Three pictures did most exquisite imparte,
Of Men, streachd foorth vpon the crosse to death,
This Master-peece while he accomplisht hath
Is't not to his arbitriment left free
By Christ to cristen any of the three?
Or, at his pleasure, all three theeues to make,
Resolving (least they company should lake)
Three other Christs to forge? or, to affixe
The Superscription of Christ's Crucifixe
Aboue the purtrait of a Thiefe of late,
(Adjudged so at least in his conceate)
It calling Christ? or, if hee rather please
The superscription new affixt to raise
So make his Christ a Thiefe, for some wrong draught
Which nearer observation him hath taught,
Can Pope, Priest, Prelate, alter his decree?
Which hee thinks fit, that Picture Christ's must be.
His Word must for a sentence stable stand,
What Hee determins, none can countermand,
None can His worke controule. For, if the sight,
The Iudge which onely can decerne aright
Of Picturs, never hath the Patterne spyed
How can in such the grossest faults be tryed?
Sense, lacking thus a rule to censure by
In vaine, but in the Painter's arte doth pry.
Thus foulest Errors in this kind goe free,
Thus Painters boldly take them leaue to lie
Audaciously, with liberty vnraind,
Coosning the world with Crucifixes faind,
Them giving foorth CHRIST'S semblances to bee,
Which but (at most) His Superfice belie.
(At shame nor shrinkt, nor at disgrace who grudgd)
An Offring Holy, Harmelesse, Vndefild,
While sacrifiz'd for Man, from grace exild,
While, compted with Transgressors, lift'd on hie,
(The Innocent the Guiltie setting free)
Loe! while enduring even the worst of spight,
Strength, Glory, Greatnesse, Majestie, and Might.
Brake forth so brightlie through contempt's dark clowd,
So (cleare) His Godhead did in death, vnshrowd,
That, the Centurion, overcome with wonder,
(While Heavens their face vaild vp, Earth sobt a-sunder,
These glorious Lanterns, as their lights were spent,
To shine forbearing, while their LORD was shent,
This, to the God of Strength, while seeming weake,
Its strength resigning, whence it strength did take)
Forc't was, convinc't in conscience, to confesse
That suffer did the Sonne of Righteousnesse.
But where's that Splendor darkning Daye's bright beame,
These Rayes of Glory, shyning even in shame?
What doe their Popish Crucifixes show
Of Christ, but shame, death, nakednesse, and woe?
What greater Glory set they to our view
Then to the basest Malefactor's due,
That on a gibbet, e're depriv'd of breath,
Endurd like shamefull execrable death?
(Life to giue life content ev'n life to losse)
Though dead for vs, at all who could no die,
Ceast never living Lord of life to bee,
Quickning, converting, strengthning Soules, even then
When seeming most contemptible to Men,
Raisd by His pow'r, of Him twice life receaue.
Than a Triumphing Christ like nothing lesse?
Of their owne Patterns (yet) true shads they are,
Viue Idols of a lifelesse Corps, as farre
From any force in working, by their view,
Or bodyes to raise vp, or soules renew
As is the basest Earth, or fondest braine,
Which first gave birth to these Inventions vaine.
Not of an onely Man the Body was,
But of that peerlesse Lord, true God, true Man,
Whose neare conjunction sunder nothing can,
Whose humane soule, though from its mansion fore'd,
Vpon the crosse by painefull death divorc'd,
Yet in the God-head, even o'recome by death
The Body Being had, while robt of breath,
Which, lying even in graue, His soule possest
In highest Heavens, that Paradise of rest,
Inviolable yet the Vnion stoode;
Nor Heaven, nor Earth (one minute) could seclude
The God-head from the Man-hood; life, nor death,
Nor hellish horror, nor the sense of wrath
Could hinder, still (yet so as none can tell)
The Godhead bodily in Christ to dwell:
Which caus'd, (though buried hee behov'd to bee)
God's Holy-One, corruption not to see,
Preserving thus (while dead, in coffin layde,
By putrefaction, as all flesh, to fade)
More pow'rfully the Body of our Lord
Than all the means the world could els afford.
Some shadow of Man's Body can impart,
And turnd in dust, while banished from breath,)
That by the pensill, may resembled bee
The Sonne of Man, the God of Majestie?
Who, having once a mortall shape assum'd,
Can, (without danger) never bee presum'd,
That from his Manhood (not in any cace)
His Godhead to dis-vnion can give place.
How madde are Men, who fondly goe about
Their Crucifixes false, means to appoint,
CHRIST'S Body blest, without the Godhead joynt,
To represent; and set before the Eye
Christ-Man, cut short of divine Majestie;
The Word made flesh denying, or in death
Loosing that Vnion, lasting but with breath;
Or, faining such a Christ, a Onely Man
Even by it selfe subsist whose Body can;
Or, of one Nature, or of Persons twaine,
A CHRIST Imaginary, therefore vaine;
Injuring thus those ever-blessed Three,
That Trinall One, which was, is, ay shall bee,
Thus venting blasphemies against our Lord,
Whose soule abhorreth thus to be ador'd,
And whom His Glory and His Praise to give
To grauen Images, doth highly grieue.
In Righteousnesse and Holinesse which stands,
The object of the soule's spirituall eye
By Carnall sight can not discerned bee:
And, as no meane presumption 'tis in Man
To liken ought his weake invention can
Produce, to God, Beginner, Vnbegunne,
So to set foorth his ever-procreat Sonne,
In nothing to his great Begetter lesse,
By ought or toole or pensil can expresse,
That Holy One who did the world redeeme,
Who, though for vs, His Glory layde asyde,
Did meanly in mortalitie abyde,
Should wee, Himselfe cause humbling, more neglect,
Or should his Man-hood, breed him lesse respect?
Though painter's lines might possiblie present
His Counterfite as Hee with shame was shent,
And of his Servant's-shape some shadow leaue,
(Or ayming so, at least the world deceaue)
Doth possibilitie a warrant plead,
Or to excuse or Iustifie this deed,
Since every Sinne hath possibilitie,
But none for this as lawfull held may bee?
Yet no Resemblance durst presume to draw,
Why rather now, since Flesh the Word assumd,
May GOD by Man to bee drawne foorth presumd?
Sith that the Law, this madnesse to restraine,
Midst flames of fire was not given foorth in vaine,
Nor now is made lesse valide, than before
A Mortall vaile the King of Glory wore.
Nor cause draw foorth or grave the Shape they saw;
If none of all Our Lord's obsequious Trayne,
His Will durst write, but whom Hee did ordaine;
Beyond commission ev'n if none of Those
That wrote, His Shape might to the World expose;
If none may, by Himselfe, this honour reach
Except by Christ thrust foorth Christ yet to preach,
Shall it to painters only bee left free,
CHRIST'S shape and Lineaments to falsifie,
Even though no warrant doth their worke invite,
Nor having seene what to set foorth they sweate.
CHRIST crucifi'd n'ere right considred haue,
Ne're more to bee repeated, did afford
Himselfe a living Sacrifice for Sinne,
Vpon the Crosse, lost Man from hell to winne,
Himselfe Hee did expose to suffer death,
Shame, paine, and dolour, ev'n the Father's wrath,
No more to bee the object of the Eye,
Though by the Eare oft crucified to bee.
Hee for a season was but to sustaine,
So was the Shame which Nakednesse did give,
Not all his other suffrings to sur-vive.
Sufficientlie now suffred open shame,
Even at mid-day Hee drew the vaile of night,
About His naked Bodie, so the sight
Of gazing eyes (with clowds eclipsd) did stay,
Enlightning Some, who midst those mists did stray,
Them making see, while weakest made, His Might,
Sinne's clowds dispel'd, which did their soules benight.
With vaine Inventions who God's worship mixe,
Serves to no other end, but as it may,
Christ's Body naked to the eye to lay.
And to expose His long-past Shame to sight,
Hiding the Glorious vaile of darkned light,
By which more honord was that Prince of Peace
Than Nakednesse, or Iews did Him disgrace.
(Though all in vaine) thus boldly to depriue,
Preassing presumptuously, in Christ's despight,
To prorogate the shortned shame of Sight.
Such Paterne, such the Purtraite: both most vaine.
The Painter's fantasie the patterne is:
The Purtrait only must resemble this,
That Man true CHRIST should know, who boyles with hate,
And studies still to forme in man's fond braine,
False Christs; or of the True, conceats prophane,
Doth Parent to this purtrat's Patterne proue,
Hatcht in the Crafts-man's head as hee doth moue.
The Crucifixe, Child of the Paynter's Thought,
Oye to this Lying Spirit, thus forth brought
By arte, as carefull Midwif's helping hand,
Is from the painfull wretch receiued; who fand,
And did more labour in this Birth sustaine,
As hee opinion did conceiue of gaine.
See how the wretch doth in his Worke delight,
Hee gazeth, wondreth, narrowly doth pry,
Striues if hee can the least escape espy,
Proport'oning by due esteeme its worth,
As longsome paines, and labour brought it forth,
Which in each feature, finding now compleat,
As to adorne some Temple only meet,
Hee to the Preist presents't, who streight doth giue
It Name; yea, Holinesse, as some beleeue.
By Charmes, by Exorcisme of Magick art,
With Salt, and Water Christned thus a part,
With Pardons priuiledg't, with Odors sweet
Perfumd, with Altars honord, Head and Feet
Anoynted, Torches lighted, Gifts presented,
Made fitt for Pilgrimes now to bee frequented,
Erected last, in place most eminent,
The Never-Erring-Clergie giue consent,
That it shall stand to bee admir'd, ador'd,
Kiss'd, reverenc'd, crouch'd before, embrac'd, implor'd,
The Holy Crucifixe from hence forth cald,
Or, On His Crosse the KING OF GLORIE nail'd.
The base credulitie of their condition,
Approues the Error, ratifies the Deed,
With them this Crucifixe doth credit plead,
Which in affinity or Shape more neare
As they conceiue, the Holier doth appeare.
Ioyntly fall down, and with devotion due,
As many Pater-nosters doe repeat
By number of their beads, as they finde meet,
To this New-Christned-CHRIST; and, as acquent
With Tongues their sutes in Latin must bee sent,
To This not sparing, with blasphemous breath,
The Honour of Latria to bequeath,
Preferring it to all the Heauenly Quire,
Or Crownde aboue, or Militating heere,
Of Angels, Saints; euen to that Mother-Maide,
The Queene of Heauen, (of Her if truth be said).
Some shift in place of Reason must bee fain'd:
These subtile Sophists, wittie in invention,
Doe pleade by vertue of their good intention,
The honour to the Crucifixe ascriv'd,
The Purtrate first, by Crafts-man hand contriu'd,
Doth hit, but streight sent back, is vpwards driven,
And by Reflexe doth sklent hye way to Heauen,
Possessing such as see with others' eyes,
This By-way worship CHRIST no lesse doth please,
Than on these Tables earst by God's owne hand
Engrav'd, it had beene left th'eleaventh Command.
Who in Intention make Devotion stand,
If simple Women in their Husbands' places,
May warrantably yeeld to strange embraces,
And if it passe may for a just excuse,
That their Intention Them did not abuse,
Themselues subject, vnto their Husbands true,
And, if those Husbands, wrong'd in such a sort,
Thus to bee mockt and cousind, ought comport,
And over-looke this as a light offence,
Which Ignorance doth challenge in defence?
This, without shame, these Clerks can not approue,
Except some Intrest having in this Loue.
In such as on God's Light their eyes doe shoote,
That on all hazard will goe on Their way,
With them or walke, or stumble, stand, or stray?
Yet can not serve; all of this numbrous Crew,
For private vse One must peculiar haue,
To beare about Him, even vnto His graue.
Enricht with gold and Iewels, These are borne
The breasts of Dames of Honor to adorne,
Which not beseeming Vulgars (as too deare),
The Poorer sort doe Poorer Christlings weare
Of polisht Ivorie, of gilded Glasse,
Of glistring Horne, of Copper, Tinne, or Brasse,
Which by the Priest if hallow'd, so much more
Held worthie are of Worship, than before.
A Holy man is more like Christ than all the artificiall pictures in the earth, & more worthie of honour for His cause; yet if any man for holinesse were so worshiped as the popish crucifixe, a honest hearted papist would scoūder at that Idolatrie, and why not now, but because he beliveth the Romish Church cannot erre.
Who with our Lord more neare resemblance hath,
To Him more deare, and held of greater worth,
Than all the Images art can bring foorth,
In whom this Spirit, Life, and Grace doth shine,
Whom a most neere conjunction doth combine,
And whom CHRIST (one day) though despised now,
Shall not think shame His Brother to avow,
Yet if this Saint of God, adored were,
Cald on, as senselesse Crucifixes are,
The World anone the sacriledge should see,
Cry out against this vile Idolatrie,
Worship, or divine Honour should bee given,
But now when greater measure they bequeath,
To Stockes, to Stones, to Idoles voyde of breath,
They neither can, nor will their Error spy,
So darkned hath the devill their Reason's eye,
Or, to damnation poasting on amaine,
Dare in vnrighteousnesse the truth detaine.
To mocked sight lyes only setting foorth,
Bookes which pervsd, leaue Ignorants more rude,
Gulling the World but with imagind goode,
To CHRIST disgracefull, breeding in man's braine
Conceats of Him but carnall, and prophaine,
What Hee left buryed preassing to proclame,
His Glory darkning with disgrace and shame,
Loosing these bands insep'rably vnite,
By which both Natures in one Person meete,
Men's Faith diverting from that solide stay
The only Rocke, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Vpon a Shadow fondly to rely
Which CHRIST shall (one day) to bee His deny,
As being only the Resemblance vaine
And Birth fantastick of the Painter's braine,
Who, though hee boldly playde the cunning Ape,
Did never see, nor could set foorth His shape,
The Honour then to This bequeathd, must even
Neids-force, bee to a filthie Idole given.
Poysning pure Soules with a pestifrous stinke,
To bee abhor'd, and held in just neglect,
Of all, true CHRIST who truly doe affect,
And on that Purtrate long to fixe their eye,
Drawne by his Spirit, which the soule must see,
In Holie Write, that Mirror most divine,
In which His Image Gloriously doth shine,
By Faith is seene, and doth by Sight renew,
So working on the Soule which doth behold,
That thus it lookes as from another mold,
Both to the selfe and Others seeming strange,
Turnd in its liknesse by a gracious change;
So by the Spirit quickned is this Meane,
That heere if CHRIST thy Faith hath truly seene,
Thou shalt His Shape take on, bee like Him made,
Adornd with Glorie which shall never fade,
In Thee this Image, whence all Grace doth flow,
From Glorie shall to further Glorie grow,
Each faithfull Looke on This, of force shall bee
Some gracious effect to worke in Thee.
Sweete IESVS CHRIST, the Crowne of thy desires;
Come, Thou who loues on Him to looke aright
(Abhorring Counterfits which mock the sight)
Whose face alone doth true content afford,
Come, heere behold thy Loue, thy Life, thy LORD.
Thy Soule must glas'd in this same Mirror bee,
Thy breast's most inward Cabins must bee sought,
Thy selfe made Center of thy Circling thought:
Thou must not skarre vpon thy Soares to looke,
To read thy dittay in that sacred Booke,
As thou by Nature art from Grace exild,
With Miserie surcharg't, with sinne defyld,
Procliue to fall, to perish by and by
Without remeed, if pitty Christ deny;
As dead in Sinne, till quickned by His Grace
Already damn'd till Hee the doome deface;
Lost, on His shoulders till Hee home thee take,
God's Enemie till Hee the friendship make,
The Devill's bound slave, still ragging on in Ill
Till He redeeme thee, and renew thy Will;
Till Hee thee teach to know thy God aright,
Thy heart a Seminary, which doth breed
And nurse of all kind wickednesse the seed
Till by his Spirit purg'd; a Child in short
Of Sathan, miserable in each sort,
Till hee Regenerate, thy soule endue
With Grace, and make of thee a Creature new.
Thee, thy estate to mourne and seeke remeed,
Behold that Lambe a Lyon, full of Ire,
An angrie Iudge, a hotte consuming Fire,
Thee citing, whom no misery can draw,
By terrifying Trumpet of His Law,
Araign'd, before His fearfull Throne to stand,
Condemn'd in Conscience, trembling foot, and hand,
His awful Eyes, which Flames and Lightning dart,
The deepest Darkes of thy deceaved heart
Shall search: none needs to tell Him what thy breast
Keeps buried from the World: the Most the Least
Nor of thy Words, nor Deeds can Him escape:
The Thoughts most secreit, which thy Soule did shape,
Even ere outbreaking wilfull Involution
Thee guiltie made by Actuall pollution,
Before Him muster: He can open lay
All that make vp thy dreadfull Dittay may.
Though with the foole Thou in thy Heart hast said
There was no GOD thy foule Misdeeds to marke,
Thy Words to view committed in the darke,
Or to avenge the wrongs thou boldly wrought,
As to a reckning never to bee brought;
Though while the LORD did patiently forbeare,
But like thy selfe, Hee did to the appeare,
Thou shalt Him comming vnto thee behold,
These sinnes which thou committed vncontrold,
No circumstance omitted; Time nor Place.
Thy Nat'rall Conscience rub'd, by Nature's light,
In their commission, beeing set to view,
Then, shall another sight of sinne enswe:
Sinnes of Omission laying to thy charge,
The Good vndone requiring at thy hand
Which to performe, or Law or duty band,
Thus shall hee judge thee guiltie of neglect
Of things which thou didst never wrong suspect;
The vnadvysed Passions of thy Pride
Which thou couldst never curbe, a cause thou must
Acknowledge now of thy Damnation just.
By wanton gestures, by lascivious lookes,
Thee shall Hee make convince, a Wretch most vile
Whom Whoredome and Adultery did defile.
To wound thy Brother's fame, or wrong his Worth
No light or veniall sinne (as men now speake)
Hee shall admitt, but such as Wrath shall eake,
Thee rendring worthy of eternall Ire,
The wofull object made of quenchlesse Fire.
Behold Him, charging Earth with open Wombe
To swallow over and aliue entombe
Thy proud ambitious Spirit, still repining
While thou in Darknesse art, at others Shining.
Thy filth to clenge with Fire and Brimstone bent,
Readie to strike to death thy guilefull Heart
Which, with thy double tongue confed'rat, parte
Taks gainst the Truth: Thee readie to devowre
With Vermine, (creatures though of meanest pow're,)
Thou crownst thy selfe, GOD roabing of his right.
Against thy base Hypocrisie, in show
Who other seem'd, then ever in effect
Thou was, or truly didst to be, respect,
Even to thy face, not mongst thy least offences,
To thy disgrace discou'ring thy Pretences,
Whom wordly aymes, whom private ends did leade
Religion but to follow, for thy bread.
Which thou a fit Apologie hast thought,
Shall for a just excuse admitt, for thee
More slacke in serving of thy God to bee.
Him shalt thou (on day) in the Clowds of Heaven
See, seperating soules Impenitent,
Such Goates as Thee, to all vncleannesse bent,
From His owne Deare-Ones, His selected Sheepe
His voice decerning who his ways did keepe.
If thou from sinne doe not in time reteare;
Once Hee hath sayd, and yet againe will say
Depart Accursed, to be damn'd for ay,
Yee Workers of Iniquitie, (and none
More guiltie than thy selfe thou maist suppone),
In endlesse Fyre, in everlasting Paine
Prepared for the Devill and all his Traine,
Of which are all, who drencht with sinfull spaite,
Lye buried in their Naturall estate,
Even thou, as long as Vnrenew'd by grace,
And dost vnchangt continue in this cace
Deferring to that gracious Iudge to sue
The Sonne of God, by absolution true,
Cancell thy debts, thy Conscience calm'd make feele
The fruit of his forgivenesse; give thee Peace,
That true Tranquillity, which finds no place
In Pardons given by men, for gayne procuird,
In All at least, who ever haue endurd
The Inward tempest of a sin-tos'd soule,
Looking aright vpon that fearefull Scroule
Of accusations, having layd to heart
The Nature of GOD'S Iustice, Sinne's desart.
Perceav'd, the Vengance due to Thee by right
If thence, thy soule with inward Terrors shaken,
By Iustice, trembling stands, to be o're-taken:
If feele thou dost a gnawing Worme torment
Thy vexed conscience, but with ease acquent,
Stinging thy heart, which with remembrance bleeds,
Of long-long buried, and of late Misdeeds,
Kindling in thee sparkes of that quenchlesse Fire,
Sent foorth as Messingers of further Ire
In time to warne Thee what abids for ay
All, that in Sinne without Repentance stay;
If from Aboue some sharpe correcting Rod
Hath made thee see an awfull angrie God
Quickning in thee some Spunke of true desire
His Peace to haue, gainst whom thou didst conspire,
Renouncing henceforth to bee Sathan's slaue,
In life renew'd resolv'd thy sinnes to leaue,
In this pure Mirror thou mayst then make bold
Sweet Iesus Christ thy Saviour to behold
A readie Mediator full of grace,
Pleading thy Pardon and eternall Peace;
A Fountaine open'd, living streams distilling,
In David's house, with Heavenly water filling
Thy thirsting Soule. That true Physitian
The precious balme of grace who only can
Though nought but leprous spots in thee bee seene;
The Angell of the Covenant, who brings
To Sinners, healing vnderneath His wings,
A Mercie seate, the Tables of the Law
To hide, whose challenge Thee in Iudgment draw.
An Altar, from whose Hornes of safe protection
God's justice most severe gainst sinnes infection
Man never banish'd, for refuge who fled,
Or whom to Him the Hope of Mercie led.
A Citie, where in safety to reside
And beare the Devill and all the World at fead,
Whose Ports shoote never, ever patent bee
To all, that from persuing Iustice flee.
A saving Arke where thou secure mayst rest
Where inward feares, nor foes can thee infest,
Where thou most safe mayst ly, though Heavens should weepe
Even floods of wrath man from Earth's face to sweepe.
A gratious Aaron, reaching forth his hand
Who doth with Incense in his Censor stand
To stay the Plague of sinne, on thee begunne
(Without Remeed) ere thou bee over-runne.
How such as went before Thee furthred haue:
To eate, to drink, Loe! He did not disdaine
With Publicanes, with persons most prophane,
Curing their sinnes: vile Whoores, adultrous Goates
Hee gathers in, and purgeth all their spots.
Most covetous Extortioners find grace,
None are debard who mourne to Him their cace.
Come, O yee Weary, Come yee loaden all,
Draw neare my Deare-Ones, I will giue you rest,
Your Soules in peace shall hence-foorth bee possest;
“For succour, in no cace I can forsake.”
If still the sence of Wrath thy Soule perplexe,
If still the hope-exyling feares remaine
That justice shall, with never-ceassing paine
For sinne, at last, sease on thy guiltie Soule,
A righteous God, who boldly durst controule:
And, if thou canst not yet be brought to see
How GOD can pardon such a wretch as thee,
So vile a worthlesse wormeling, by desart
Who worthie of hel's deepest dungeon art,
Looke on the Mirror then; See, from aboue,
Of GOD the Father the vnbounded loue,
Who, when He All haue damnd in justice might,
So lovd the World, that He His chiefe delight
His Sonne Eternall, Second of these Three
Which still make vp a Trinall Vnitie,
To mortall Man did gift, in time a Child
Heere to be borne, to Man from grace exild,
Whose Name and Nature thereto made agree
Our blest Immanuel, GOD with vs, should bee,
The Mightie God in humane flesh, and feature,
GOD reconcealed vnto manly Nature,
That Hee man's Persons might to GOD conceale,
And that through Him GOD'S friendship Man might feele:
Whose searchlesse Wisdome so profound appeares
That thence the name of Wonderfull He beares,
For, wonderfully Hee found out a Way
Man to set free, and fully to defray
His debts, the Iustice Infinite contenting,
And of an angrie GOD the rage relenting;
A Way, to make on Thee, while even God's foe
The boundlesse Fountaine of His Mercie flow,
Sinnes pressing load, and God's Eternall Wrath.
In ev'ry point compleetly to fulfill,
Thy Cautioner, who to procure thy Peace
(A bankrupt vnthrift, prodigall of grace)
That from Rebellion thou relax'd might bee,
By satisfaction full did set thee free,
Himselfe for thee a Sacrifice presenting,
Ere loue thou couldst Him, thee with loue preventing.
Even in thy Name and Roome, by sinne exild,
Washd as a Sinner, by the clenging streame
Of Baptisme, sinfull in the world's esteeme,
The Father audibly from Heaven expressing,
And fully pleasd in Him, Himselfe professing
That Hee should Suretie bee, thy burden beare,
And charging thee againe His voice to heare.
But boile with flames of vehement desire
To heare Him calling, Come, O weary wight
If vex'd with inward feares, or outward spight,
Come mourning Soule, in conscience opprest,
Vnder my wings securely take thee rest?
And follow Him that cals, thou needst not feare
That thou assaulted, shall a shelter lake,
That wrath shall thee persue, or overtake.
Twixt GOD and Christ (now) covenant is past
In thy behalfe: and Christ accordingly
Hath suffered, absolv'd and ransond thee.
Thou for thy Warrant hast, what should thee moue?
The Truth and Strength not subject to decay
Twixt GOD and Christ for Man, twixt God and Man
In Christ, which nothing change, or alter can,
Doe thee secure; what need'th thee doubt or feare?
That thou shouldst perish, Christ thee bought too deare.
And build thy faith on a most solide ground?
The Man, who doth thy Mediator stand
Is also GOD: doth all this All command.
Hee, worthy pardon is for thee to pleade:
When Hee maks sute for what thou standst in neede,
The Father can not what Hee asks forsake:
Hee Greater is than a repulse to take.
Hee High is as the Highest to appeare,
And God for sinne offended, to draw neare,
Before whose face no creature dare be found,
When frowning, Hee His anger doth vnbound.
Man likewayes is, Man's Sonne, and Man's Creator.
Thy Kinse-Man in the flesh, to thee more neare
Than any Saint, or was, or can bee, heere.
Though He that Loftie One, that Great One bee
Who Ever-blest, endwelth Eternitie,
Yet daind He hath (thee to lift vp and saue
Though even the basest and most abject slaue)
Himselfe to humble, and stowp downe more low
Then any other able was to doe,
Himselfe Hee emptied, did the Crosse take on,
Was made of reputation small, or none,
Was peircd, was presd with paine, to clenge thy score,
A shamefull death endurd: What wouldst thou more?
(By vnion such, as nature can not find)
How easie thing it is for GOD to doe
Thence see thou mayst, tho Sinne hath made disvnion,
To make thy Person haue with Him Communion.
Behold, how by this vnion personall
Of Persons not, but Natures: naturall
Sense all transcending, Sathan conquered lyes,
Even by that Nature He did first entyse.
Thy LORD on Him assum'd thy humane Nature
That Hee of thee might make a divine creature,
Abaisd Himselfe the Sonne of man to bee,
To make to GOD a chosen child of thee.
Thus shalt thou see how thou, vnworthy grace,
Mayst bee receav'd, through Him mayst favour find
Who, though thou faultie, loving is and kind.
To saue, to comfort, and to cherish His;
The soules of trembling sinners doth sustaine
While seeming swallow'd vp, with sense of paine,
With inward anguish, and thou nought shalt see
In God from grace to let or hinder thee.
The Worke of Man's salvation to perfite,
Such Offices did daine to vndertake
As for thy well and safety best did make.
Thus strengthned thou more boldly mayst draw neare
The Throne of grace, to bee exeemd of feare,
Set free from thy rebellion, so eschue
The Vengance to thy disobedience due.
To the Eternall Monarch of the skies,
While in the Father's bosome, God alone
Man's flesh as yet not having taken on,
God's Mysteries, to man deserving death,
His Counsells deepe reveald, His secreets spred,
And Man againe to know His Maker led.
The holy land, and (even His foes among)
In proper person preacht in ev'ry place
Glade tydings to the Soule that mournd for grace,
And yet by Preachers' mouths continues still
Revealing to the world His Father's will.
A Lambe vnspotted, Once for all, and ay,
Hee offred vp Himselfe, the world from sinne
To purge, o're hell the Victorie to winne,
A Sacrifice most perfitly to saue
And sanctifie throughout, no spot to leaue
Vnpurgt, in all, through Him who accesse clame
To God, salvation vrging in His name.
All over-sprinkled of His owne deare blood,
Enters the Holyest Sanctuary of Heaven
To repossesse Man thence most justly driven,
Our Names vpon His breast, and shoulders bearing
With heart's affection, and with strength appearing
His owne poore mourning Weake Ones to sustaine,
That they with God may still in grace remaine.
O're Heaven, o're Earth o're hell to beare command
As King, as Conqu'ror, captiues to rescue,
The tyrannie of Sathan to subdue,
From thraldome to set free all that desire
To bee releev'd from wrath, from Sinne's Impire.
Monarch of Monarchs, King of Kings to bee,
With vniuersall pow're, to rule, to raigne
God over All, All's onely Soveraigne,
For well of His; those Proudlings to oppose
Who boldly dare presume to vexe or wrong
The meanest member that doth Him belong,
To whom Hee lists eternall life to giue,
To damne to death, from death or to reviue,
His foes to make his foot-stoole: pestring downe,
All godlesse Atheists, traytors to his crowne
That Him contemne, or dare His Scepter slight
Them making feele His powre, His boundlesse might.
And seeke that Hee in friendship thee may take?
God's loue is free, and firme; no change admits,
Continues to the end, and never flits;
His Truth both seald, and sworne, doth thee secure
By way of Cov'nant, which shall ay endure.
In this cleare Mirror, Thine by double right
Is made, to thee twice sibbe who groanst for grace,
The Sonne of God, the Seede of mortall race,
Twice Brother's Hee become; by Incarnation
Himselfe for thee to make a fit Oblation:
By thy adoption; even with Him to share
The Heritage, of Heaven to bee made heyre.
From Sinne and wrath thy straying soule to leade
Loe, Hee a Prophet is, who peace doth preach
Draw neere, Him hearken: Hee the way shall teach.
Behold, a Priest Hee doth for thee appeare,
Who all His friends, or friends that seeke to bee,
Hath by one Sacrifice, for ay, set free.
To runne to God, or flee from Sathan's feete,
Who can rayse vp the weakest vnderling.
As Prophet Hee expones, perswads; assurd
To make His owne of safety: shall at last
As King apply, conforme to Paction past.
From God's great Treasure, opned for his cause
To our behoue, who as he dayly pleads
For vs, by priestly Intercession speeds.
In holy Write, as Prophet doth afford
Perspicuous, by his Spirit made most plaine,
That Gratious Doctor, Teacher of His Trayne.
(And what in Him can bee by God denyed?)
Hee doth as King gainst all thy foes maintaine
To settle thee, in peace with Him to raigne.
Courage dejected soule; thou needst not feare;
Ryse, follow on, Thou in this Glasse shalt see
CHRIST'S GLORY shining more and more to thee.
If hope of mercie thee to feele hath led
Some spunk of life, some woontlesse warmnesse glow
Within thy bosome, making tears to flow
Of godly sorrow, mixd of Griefe and love,
Thy frozen heart begunne to melt and moue;
Behold how hee hath breath, as thou dost Mourne
To make thy faintly-smoaking flaxe to burne,
And tenderly, till greater strength it breed,
Of thy weake Fayth doth touch the bruised reed.
Layd at his feete, his pittie doth enforce,
Rejected not, because despisd and meane;
How much more thee shall Hee receaue in grace
Who running comst, layst out to Him thy cace,
With bleeding heart dost His compassion plead,
Seeking to thy diseased Soule remeed?
Behold His bottle filling with thy teares,
With that Sweete Saint, for sinne, in sense of wrath
With luke-warme floods when thou thy cheeks dost bath,
With Her sitts mourning, powring from thine eyes
In heartie love, thy greeved Lord to please,
Streames to be-dew and washe His sacred Feete,
That Hee may cleanse, and for Himselfe make meete
Thy spotted Soule, who nought esteemest too rare
Too pretious, on Himselfe, or cause to ware.
Thy mourning, thy devotion doe despise,
Thy LORD, who (one day) shall thy paynes compense,
Thou speaking mayst perceave in thy defence:
Loe Hee, a Banner of His love doth spread,
And to his owne Wine-sellers thee doth leade,
That by his flagons comfort thou mayst fynd,
Hartning thy sorrow with his favours kynd,
The earnst thee giving of that gratious day
When from thine eyes, teares Hee shall wipe away.
Hee shall his Seale vpon thy forehead set
That the Destroyer thus may warning get,
The wicked World while floods of vengance bath,
Thee to discerne, from mongst the Sonnes of wrath.
His lightsome burthen; which repenteth none
That ever it did beare: which all makes glad
On whomsoever Hee the same hath layd.
His Law vpon thy back, thy sinnes to slay,
So to presse foorth thy old impostumd soares,
But not to harme thee, who his Peace implores.
Thy flesh and vitious Nature, must bee slayne:
Thou must not shrinke at sense of outward Payne.
Stretch forth thy necke, thy hands, thy feete, thy heart,
That Hee may bind it on: that, (hence) for ay
None, saue thy Lord, thy service challenge may.
Loe! that thy yoke may light and easie bee
Hee goes before Himselfe and drawes with thee,
Yea both thy yoke and thee Hee drawes; and beares
Thee, wrestling with thy burthen who appeares.
Goe on: O never, never leave thy LORD
Where ere Hee leads thee; Hee will strength afford.
Hee no where els Thee shall invite to goe
But where before, the way Himselfe did show.
Then when secure thou layst in sinne's dark night,
Redoubling his assaults, Thee vexing more,
Presenting bayts more frequent then before?
Behold thy LORD, whom HEAVEN, whom Earth obeys,
In Wildernesse, alone, twice twentie dayes
With apparitions visible frequented,
Not from that Ill-One's firie darts exempted.
If Christ hee durst attempt to make his Thrall,
Whom gainst his dints Hee knew a brazen wall,
What wonder thee a weakling hee entyse,
To his persute whose soule oft guardlesse lyes?
Him streight dis-arme? The Victorie is thine.
This Combate to thy safety hath relation,
Heere Sathan also made before thee flee,
Thy selfe in CHRIST victorious thou mayst see.
And with the finger heere and there to crosse,
Scorne thou, as fruitlesse freets, least Sathan slight
And scorne such weapons should resist his might.
Thy friends (before) thy fellowship forsake?
Now art thou hated, since by gratious change
Thy former life become to thee is strange?
Now pointed at? because to sin thou shunnes
And no more to thy wonted ryot runnes?
Now doe the wicked louse their tongues to lyes,
Traducing thy profession as they please,
Not sparing even thy person, cens'ring thee
Or madde, or foolish, or precise to bee?
Behold thy LORD, exposd to like despight,
Vexd, mockt, persued, with malice greatest might,
Despysd, opprest, the marke of envy made,
A common foe for all men to invade.
See how Hee comes vnto His Owne by Blood,
By bonds of nature, even by them withstood,
Rejected, not receiv'd, but mett in place
Of kindlie acceptation, with disgrace.
A Man, beside Himselfe, in their esteeme
Behold the Saviour of the world doth seeme:
Him they mistake, and seeke to apprehend
As if His countrie's foe, not Cæsar's friend,
Even one whose course, (which they not rightly saw)
Their State might touch, themselues in danger draw.
Heere, with a severall affront did meet.
But while His course Hee closd, O griefe! O teares!
See how unmov'd, what bitter taunts Hee beares.
While suffring midst His Paines, the Hight of Scorne,
Which more than all the Stripes, His Soule did racke,
Which scourging Burrio's layd vpon His backe.
Behold, they nod the head, they bow the knee;
Who Wisdome was, to them a foole must bee.
The Honorable Sonne of God they floute,
And put a Purpure garment Him about,
A Crowne of Thornes, vpon His holy head,
And in His harmelesse hand a brittle Reede
Worthy no other Scepter, in their thought:
With shame, with scorne to death He thus was brought.
“LORD Thou, that I should liue, who daind to die,
“Thy servant and disciple make of mee,
“Though I with Thee should suffer, even while heere,
“Scorne, spight, contempt, wrong most unjustlie beare,
“Which, to my sight, thou standst, by my procuring,
“Before the eyes of liuelie faith enduring.”
Looke on thy Lord, whom care did ne'er perplexe
Of wordly Wealth; who heere did liue content
To serue Himself with what His servants lent;
Those holy Matrons who did Him attend
Vnto His death, who did permit to spend
Their proper goods, forth for His vse to lay,
The charges of His Iourney to defray.
Who being tax'd did Tribute-money lake:
Whom house, nor hold did ever owner make:
In poore estate most meanely who was borne;
Whose offring, which the Altar did adorne
The poore-man's Pigeons was, the Turtle doves;
In Ioseph's house his life not Rich could bee:
A poorer spoyle the Sunne did never see
Than at His death His foes did part by lote,
His greatest wealth a sober seamelesse coate.
Griefe of all straits can not asswage to thee,
Looke on the riches of spirituall grace
Which hee on all bestowes, His steps who trace.
Loe, heyre Hee is of Heaven and Earth: of all,
And with Himselfe Co-Heyre annexe thee shall,
Yea will not (heere) with thee so sharply deale
But (as best sutes His Glorie, and thy well)
Both will, and can provide, that thou nor lacke
Foode for thy bellie, cloathing for thy back.
And, though thou seest not how, yet take not care,
His providence to Sparrowes in the ayre,
To Lillyes of the field, to every thing
Which His eternall Word to life did bring
Extended is, and (as to him seemes best)
Thy Portion furnish shall amongst the rest.
Enlarg't, the lytle measure of thy Meale,
Thy Cruise of Oyle sufficient, thee to feede
Till more Hee send, to last as thou hast need,
Can in thy greatest troubles thee vphold,
Cause that thy Garments, nor thy shoes waxe old,
And if Hee but a dish of Pulse propine
Aboue thy fellows can thy face make shine;
Hee multiply thy lytle, even thy least,
Can, though a daye's provision thou but hast,
As easily it makes to hundreths streach
As for fiue Thousand Soules hee earst made reach
(With plentie fed,) those Loaues and fishes few,
For Fyue alone which els were but enew.
He, for thy vse, in wine can Water change:
Yea living streams can give thee, if he list,
Which tasted once, thou never more shall thrist.
A Fish, with money in its mouth, be driven
Shalt on thy Hooke, Ravens feede thee Noone and Even,
Heaven's Manna rayne, the flintie Rocke shall serue
Thy thirst to quench, ere thou for want doe starue.
“O that I may (Lord) for thy Kingdome care,
“Thee aboue all things serue; so shall I feare
“Adversitie nor want: thus what may ayde
“My vext estate, shall to my hand be layde.
If Rich thou bee, take heede vncertaine wealth
Steale not thy heart, thy soule deprive of health:
Trust not therein; be not puft vp with pride
Of things, on Eagles' wings which swiftly slyde,
Fixe thou on Him alone thine heart, thine Eye,
To make Thee Rich, who poore did chuse to bee.
O! let thy humble Cariage, modest mynde,
Thy thoughts with moderation confind,
Beare witnesse, that thou pure in Spirit art,
That thou dost thirst and hunger in thy heart
To bee inriched with that Righteousnesse
Which CHRIST still gifts, yet never is made lesse.
Bee greedie of His golde; O begge to weare
His Garments, that thou glorious mayst appeare,
That truly rich, thou mayst thy selfe present
To God; in wealth, in want alike content.
These earthly things, but solide as a dreame,
More worthy than they are, doe not esteeme,
But for thy Lord's vse, seeke to vse them, so
That on their Owner thou mayst them bestow:
Whom if thou see, or in his Churches neede
Or Any of his Saints, thy pittie pleade,
To help the cause belonging to His care,
His poore distressed Brethren to relieue
In whom His grace and Image shineth viue,
A horrible Ingratitude must bee,
Yea even a damnable Impietie.
Thee so assaile, as hard is to comport,
Looke on thy LORD, how torturd for thy sake,
Scourg'd backe and sides, God's wrath, thy paynes to slake,
See how his pretious bloode for thee is shed,
To Calvary with shame, along while led,
With which the senselesse streets all red, seem'd blushing,
While bath'd with Rivers from his woundes foorth gushing.
Not in a masse of mettell which doth stand
Him suffring to set foorth: a living Man
Thy object is; what spight, what malice can
Enduring on the Crosse; a publicke wonder,
Whose Legs and Armes streatchd foorth, neere rackt asunder,
Not suffered were to stand, as to His griefe
The least-least meanes afford might of reliefe,
But as most obvious to the Souldiers' minde
They might bee found, His Bones to breake combinde.
His flesh doth yeeld (while being down-ward prest).
Gaping and growing Wounds, still made more large,
As more His Weight His tender Hands doth charge.
For other Paines who opned not His mouth,
With this of all most vehemently delt.
O see, how He His weary Neck extends
And languishing, with ready mouth attends
To drink the offred Vinegar and Gall,
His burning Thirst to quench, to Finish All,
Of which the bitter sowrenesse proving, straight
A very Tast to Him becomes a draught.
This Ruefull sight presented to thine eyes,
Inward or outward Paynes may serue to ease,
Grieues all allay, giue Patience to comport,
Till God thy Dolours slaken, in some sort.
Looke on the Price that purchast All to thee,
His Stripes did make thee whole: thy LORD did beare
Thy Maladyes, that thou mightst sound appeare.
Hee thy Infirmities on Him did take,
Thy Health to thee a Blessing thus to make,
And that thy sicklie Soule might whole bee found,
Whose stat's oft worst, thy Body while most sound.
“O that I may Lord whollie heere imploy
“My selfe, while health, while strength I doe enjoy,
“In serving Thee; and, to my dayes as length
“Thou addst, I loue Thee may with greater strength,
“That so, while health and strength, as shads shall flee,
“Both sound and strong I may bee found in Thee.”
Doth long discent, vn-discontinued race
Of hon'rable Ancestors, make thee place,
Worldly Preheminence to thee beget
Aboue the Simpler Sort, below thee set?
Art thou a Noble, or some speciall Peere
So Great as thy Inferiors thee admire?
From the Ignoble Vulgar thee seclude?
In this forbeare to glorie; but behold
Thy Lord of Royall Linage, Race most Old,
A BRAUNCH whose blood deriv'd from David's stemme
Did make Him right to weare a Diademe,
A King, respecting even His Manhoode, borne;
Yet, all proud thoughts of Pedegries to scorne,
Himselfe abasd, in Grace to make vs Great,
And (though a Personage of High estate)
Became most low, vs Hon'rable to make
Even our Dishonour on Himselfe did take.
“O seeke Nobilitie, which ne'er shall fade,
“Honour from which thee no man can degrade,
“By seeking right in Him, a Child to bee
Of GOD; true Honour's most supreme degree.
Art thou by birth Ignoble, Base, Obscure?
Behold thy Glorious King in state as poore,
As meane as thou, descended, thee to raise,
Even with Himselfe thee to possesse and sease,
Not in a State but lasting for a day,
But of a Kingdome made secure for ay,
Vpon a Throne thee freely to set downe
To swey a Scepter, and to weare a crowne.
The bruckle braunches of vaineglorious wayes,
If Noble, yet to swell with Pride doth chuse,
And seekst ambitiouslie all meanes to vse
To proppe thy worldlie Credite, with profane
And worthlesse wretches, who no Course disdaine
May further their base Ends, affecting Praise
Of Men, their Names upon Fame's wings to raise,
Blind to behold that Glorie, to bee found
With GOD, which seene, all such Desires doth bound;
And on thy Lord to looke with greater Care;
Yea, neede thou hast to Touch, from Him that so
Vertue to heale this Vanitie may flow.
(Himselfe thy Patterne) true Humilitie;
Inviting thee who to His Schoole dost seeke
To learne of Him, who lowly is and meeke.
See, how to purge thy Soule of stinking Pride,
The God of Glorie, Glorie layes aside,
A Servant's shape assumes, a Man most meane
Becomes; mongst Publicanes and Sinners seene,
To winne them home: Himselfe associating
Even to the Basest, Good to them to bring,
Accesse and speech to None, when askd, denying,
Most homelie with His friends, on Him relying.
With these Hee sits whose Table turnes their snare,
His traine attending, till He baselie haue
By surfetting become his bellyes slave;
But hungring oft, and thirsting for thy sake,
His sober Trayne doth His Companions make,
Serv'd at one Table, feeding even as Hee;
Whose feete from filth that He might wash, O see
How with a Towell girt about Hee stands,
And stowping downe, with Basen twixt His hands,
With humble Heart performs that service meane,
And wipes them with the Linnen, thus made cleane,
The Greatest teaching who His Schollers are,
For Him their Pride to mortifie so far
That to His Least-ones, though despisd they lye,
The meanest charge in loue they not deny.
Wilt thou, to be His Servant who makes show,
Lodge in a haughtie heart soule-poysning Pride,
Who glory canst, as thine, of nought beside
Or in thy Lord no part thou needst to clame.
Humble Lord Iesus mongst His lowlie traine
Doth no ambitious servants intertaine.
Both Paradice and Heaven spewd out once haue
The Proud, and such can never back receaue.
Thy GOD, thy selfe nor suffring Thee to know;
Thee, if High place so please, that nought beside
Can serue to feed the fire-brand of thy Pride,
Why thus O Foole! art thy affection fird
With what thou canst nor haue, nor keepe, acquird?
Why doth their worldly Greatnesse thee intyse,
Who nothing lesse than Vertue's worth can prise?
Why pin'st thou for Preferment? Casts thy care
On things which may thy inward Peace impare?
Is earthlie Dignitie to Thee so deare,
In it thy Happinesse esteeming heere,
That, (with all danger) thou darst it imbrace,
By this prejudg't though of a better Place?
Vaine Glorie-hunter change in time thy course,
Leaue taynted Streams, seeke Honour in the Source.
If meanes thou vse, with Christ thou mayst obtaine
In Glory which shall never end to raigne.
His Crosse to Climbe, by suffring bee content,
The Seale by which the Saints to Heauen are sent;
There shall thy Honour, (never to take flight,)
By GOD bee given, in Men and Angels' sight,
Where Time discourt, nor Envie thee can harme,
Nor flattring Straines of Sycophants can charme
Thy Prince's eare, from Honour to degrade
Thee, Great but for thy greater ruine made,
Nor Life bee short, toile-conq'red Sutes to brooke
Some anxious Dayes, but lasting as a Looke.
Thee, (prickt with thornie cares), in bondage brings,
Moue thee to scrape, to scart, to pinch, to spare,
To rake, to runne, to kill thyselfe with care,
Things most secure to doubt, to waite, to watch,
Of Penny, or of Penny-worth to catch
Some Gnat, by chance, in Spider-web arriv'd,
Of Bowel-wasting-wretched wayes contrivd,
Draw neere, heere learne but for the Day to care,
Vncertaine to suck vp To-morrow's Ayre:
Come see thy Lord and His poore Traine preparing
Things for another life; no travell sparing
About this Task: for worldly goods content
With what by God to serue the Time was sent,
Like Pilgrims, passing to their blest aboade,
Not over-charged with superfluous loade.
Alace! what meanst thou, (while in soule most pore,)
Thy selfe to toile, to conquesse cankring Ore?
Heaps to hoarde vp of Pelfe, whose Rust at last
Shall Witnesse bee, that Sentence just is past
Of thy damnation? O! in time forbeare
On drosse, on dunge, still to bee doating heere;
Care for these Treasures, which in Christ are found,
In which all grace, all wisdome doth abound:
That Pearle, Himselfe, aboue all price who is,
Than all the world beside, more deare to His;
If thou enrichd wouldst by some Good-thing bee,
Sell all thou hast; and with affection free
Prefer to part, with all things earthly twinne,
Losse even thy lyfe, this peereles Pearle to winne:
And though no Coine thou dost command, nor ware
With this Equivalent thou canst compare,
Hee without price, or money will bestow,
(As thou thy wants and Indigence doth show,)
Both gold and garments, livelie foode and all
What wish thou canst, yea even Himselfe withall.
If of the fever of Intemp'rance sicke,
Selfe-rotting fleshlie pleasure it affect,
Thee carying headlongs to eternall wreake,
If with this beastlie Sensualitie,
This soule-besotting sinne, thou grieved bee,
That poyson casting vp, which (late) seemd sweete,
And with delight thy senses did invite
Even to a surfet, Longing for remeed,
Looke on thy Lord, who all His dayes was dead
To Earthlie pleasures: who, with grieues acquented,
A man of sorrowes liu'd, heere vnlamented,
Whose breast did beare, brash't with displeasure's dart,
A bruised Spirit, and a broken heart,
On whose sad soule did heavie sorrowes light,
When wrath sustaining, (due to vs by right,)
In Him our sinfull pleasures were persued,
Eternallie which wee had not eschued
If God and vs Hee had not stept betweene,
Even with his owne Heart-blood to make vs cleane.
Hast, sensuall slaue, thy filthie soule to hyde
Vnder his shadow, least thy daring pride
With wrath bee punisht: who forbidden Tree
Of false delights durst taste, defended thee.
While check't in Conscience; O! with tears resort
To Him in private, lest for lightlie prising
His Tears, for want of tears in thee arising,
Anguish and sorrow, which shall never slake,
Teares never finding truce, thee overtake.
Forth-wringing sighs and sobs, for thy disease,
With wrath brunt vp for sinne, in which of late
Thy foolish soule did false content conceate.
“Iudge causes now for which thy cheeks to weete.
Thy lewd delights how He most dearely buyes,
Torne, beaten, stabt, with thorns, nailes, cruell speare;
Stript naked, Sham'd and slayne; yea more, doth beare,
Persuing wrath, to expiate thy Crime,
Thy beastly swine-like bathing, all thy time,
In brutish lusts, still wallowing in the myre
Of fylth, no limits set to thy desire.
His heart yet hot, a double streame foorth sending
Of blood and water. Quicklie, quicklie haste
With mournefull soule, which truely doth detaste
Thy vile licentious life: most humbly craue
Those guiltlesse streames in thee no guilt may leaue,
That (hence) by vertue of this Ransome fred,
Tears thou to Him, who bloode for thee, mayst shed.
Soft ease exile, till, by vnfaind confession,
Thy pittying LORD for thee make Intercession.
Those pois'nable delights, disgorg'd now having,
Once greedilie drunke in, thy soule deceaving;
Resolving (hence) by action, nor consent
More to licke vp thy sins' loathd excrement,
To sense though seeming sweete, which now turnd sowre,
A flood of bitternesse on thee doth powre,
Thee, stinging with soule-wringing sad remorse,
The more represt repining with more force.
By time, this hundreth-headed Monster quaild,
Beware, once foyld, thou never set it free,
Once damn'd, ne're after it absolved bee,
Thou bee adjudged to eternall bands,
Whose trampled blood Hee shall at thee require,
A Sow turnd backe to wallow in the myre.
In detestation of thy vitious life
Thou truly dost desire, to find true peace,
Looke, looke upon thy LORD'S most lovelie face,
Perpending, pond'ring, laying deepe to heart,
No midst there is, but thou with Him must part,
For ever sev'red from His Holinesse,
To pyne in Torments which no time makes lesse,
Thy Back, in time, or turning, with thy Sinne,
(As thy right hand or eye though deare,) to twinne.
That Christ and Belial can together stay,
Thy Lord's chast loue, and thy licentious lusts
From thy divided soule one other thrusts.
Pleasure in Him and fleshlie pleasure fall
So foull at strife, they can, nor mixe, nor wall.
To bee conform'd to Him take pleasure; so
As thou makst progresse shall thy pleasure grow,
Pleasure without compare, which thee shall make
Sinne's deare bought seeming pleasures soone forsake.
Nor sinfull Motions least-least place did find
In His affections, Him to lead astray,
Darkning in Him the weakest shining Ray
Of perfite holinesse, mou'd but draw neare
That beastly Idole, as thy life held deare,
The which to serue thou all thy dayes hast doted,
To sinfull, sensuall delights, devoted.
None, who in patient hope, knock, seeke, or cry.
If thou but mourne to Him with sorow true
Of lusts vncleane, thy Devill hee will subdue.
Did ravish with continuall meditation,
Wholly with This tane vp, that in his minde
No idle Rav'ryes place besids could finde,
Such as thy time doe waste, doores open make
To Sathan and his Trayne; who course doth take
On Wings of vaging thoughts, before to send
His Messingers; comes then apace in end
Himselfe; These in securitie possest,
And having rowme prepaird for him to rest.
At all occasions: teaching thee thy due,
To watch, to fast, to pray, Hee giues the ground,
Least thou by Sathan shouldst bee Idle found.
Hee vs'd the meanes, of which hee had no neede,
But by example that He thee might lead.
Hee oft for thee hath mournd, till night was gone,
Hath all the day-long in the Temple stood,
Feeding the famisht soule with Heavenly food,
Delighted more his Father to obey,
His will to doe, to Heaven to teach the way,
When Thirst or hunger vrg'd, then drink or eate,
Though length of Time and travell did invite.
“Now if a Patterne this to make, thee please,
“A Scope to ayme at, standing not for ease,
“Bee diligent to follow, spare no paine,
“Thus are thy lusts subdu'd, thy sinne is slaine.
O giue me LORD, with floods of teares unfaind
To bath my bosome, with uncleannesse staind;
Looke on a sorrie wight, in mournefull state,
A Lazare lying at thy mercie's gate:
O passe not by: let mee thy pitty proue,
Cast over mee the Mantle of thy loue:
Though I bee out of measure vile, yet LORD,
I cleane shall bee, if thou but speake the word.
A rav'ning vulture on the Pigeon preyd,
The faces of the poore hast grunde, laid watch
The very morsels from their mouths to snatch,
Runne, runne, make hast, thy Saviour comes along,
Climbe with Zacheus to eschue the throng
Of sinnes, which happily in silence lye,
Yet to the Heavens for wrath and vengance cry,
And, on thy selfe if lookt thou hast aright,
Thou canst no misse a comfortable sight
Of Him, the lost who came to seeke and saue,
Of whom thou shalt not a repulse receaue.
“None ask in fayth and do vnpardond part,
“Those suts alone lack successe which lack heart.
Due reparation for thy wrongs to make
Than Hee, to bid himselfe thy guest to bee,
Salvation offring, even vnaskt of Thee.
With plentie pind, disquieted with rest,
Evill with good, with soundest health most sicke,
With wellfare wretched, doth thy soule afflict,
Looke on thy loving Lord, and blush to see
Him for his Foes, in loue, content to die,
While causlesly, thou dost thy Brother hate,
Who harmd thee never, but in thy conceate,
Or, as the bleard-man's eye the light offends,
Whose hurt upon his owne defect depends.
Who canst not thy vndaunted Passions tame,
O, bee ashamd the Meeknesse to behold
Of thy provoked Lord, betrayd and sold,
By words, by deeds injurd; in whom did shine
Such patience, that even those who did repine
For them, by whom Hee cruell death endurd.
Learne, as thou lookst, thy beastlie rage to bound,
To bridle Furie, least it thee confound,
Which as a fire, still readie is to burne,
As to revenge, or malice thou dost turne,
Yea to devoure, if finding once a vent,
Though for the least conceated discontent.
Thy duetie, lesning what thou shouldst enlarge,
Looke heere, and learne wise Courage, to persue
Thy righteous Ends, what's to thy Calling due,
For fead nor favour, which thou canst no spare,
Thy Lord's Commission if thou not empare.
His will to publish? standst thou who oppose
Thy message? What Goliah thee assaile?
What raging Rabsaketh against thee raile?
Thy famisht Bodie with affliction's bread
While heere thou breathst, wilt thou to speake forbeare
But what may pleasing be to Achab's eare.
It lyes thee on thy life, what ere ensue,
Wrath to denounce gainst a revolting Land:
Though Ieroboam should streatch foorth his hand.
Nor death nor danger, thou by sense must scan.
Thou must not shrink to say, Thou art the Man.
Him, whom thy hand hath charged, of his word
With the two-edged soule-dividing sword,
Thou canst not but to Indignation moue,
If Thou a Coward in His cause shouldst proue.
And dost thou of the Arme of flesh take feare?
To shield thy life from tiranizing spight,
Thy LORD can send, who best doth know thy neede,
An Angell, in thy Famine thee to feede.
Can strengthen thee, that Chaines nor Stockes nor Iaile
Shall in His Service hence thy Courage quaile;
Even for thy cause, can make the Earth to quake,
All the foundations of the prison shake,
Thy boults of brasse, thy bands to brust asunder,
Thy keepers overcome with feare and wonder,
To stoupe before thee, and to wash with teares
Thy strips, the badges which for Christ thou beares.
If GOD bee for thee, panse no who oppose:
His Hooke can haill the haughtiest by the nose.
Thy Liege or Lord, to whom thou dost belong,
Least for a Counseller, of faith vnfaind,
A Servant, with no imputation staind,
Disloyall and Vnfaithfull thou be found;
To thy base Ends to lay a sliprie ground
While thine owne Ease, (of all true worth denude,)
Thou setst before GOD'S glorie and their Good,
And, from the Right made slavishlie to swerue,
Stoupst downe their Will, though not their Well to serue.
Thy selfe and Men thou for a space mayst please,
Base Temporizer, yet when better Light
The Weaknesse of thy wayes shall set in sight,
In thine owne Colours then bee seene thou must;
For loyall Subject, Servant worthie trust
To God, thy Prince and Lord, thou shalt apeare
A slavish Drudge alone to servile Feare.
Or turne thee but a haire-bredth from thee right,
As to his faythfull Servants friendlie, so
Most terrible to All, whom Feare doth draw,
Of Man than God to stand in greater aw.
Looke heere, and learne the Truth to speake, to loue.
No guile was in his mouth. No faire Pretence
Of Complementall kindnesse mockt the sense
Of Any, His Societie who sought;
His speaches never varyed from his Thought.
None Hee did cousin, none with lyes deceaue,
Did flatter none, of none would flattery haue,
While foul reproach His Patience did assaile,
His peace he keept: raild on, He did no raile.
Hee No-man slandred, but who did offend,
In time and place most fit did reprehend,
In All rebuking sinne; Hee Cursed none
But when of Heaven and Earth as Iudge alone,
Gainst Hypocrits, Professors but in show,
Hee thundred foorth damnation, wrath and woe.
To nought vndecent His discourse debords.
No Time Hee did in idle purpose spend
But such as did to edifying tend:
Hee knew, in things committed to His care,
The fittest season both to speake and spare.
By hurtfull Silence He did Nought conceale,
His Father's Glory, or his People's well
That might prejudge; in speache nor word at all
Vntimely vttred from his lips did fall.
“Thus to thy Good, as Hee did frame His speach,
“Him make thy patterne; speak as He doth teach.
“What by exemple hee doth set thee to,
“According to thy measure, ayme to doe.
To reade thy life's past legend leaving Thee,
So, in the Mirror, for thy help to looke,
To turne the volumnes of that sacred Booke
Where Christ is seene aliue, dead, rais'd againe
To life, for sinne ne're after to bee slaine,
That looking heere, faults of what ever kinde
By light of Scripture in thy selfe thou find,
Christ thy Consulter thou alone mayst make,
What course most meet for thy remeed to take.
By looking in the Mirror of the Law
Christ make thy glasse, (tho with thy faults offended,)
To show thee how thy misses may bee mended.
What ere deforme doth in thy soule abide,
In Him looke something that defect to hide,
No leprous spot vnpurgt in thee is seene,
The which in Him thou mayst not haue made cleane,
How ere in thee Sinne's Plague its poison spread,
Seeke out, in Him, and thou shalt find remead.
What thou to doe, or suffer oblisht stands,
How e're extended bee thy dutye's lines
Looke still on Christ, as in His Word He shines,
By light of which thy minde lift vp to see
Him in the Heavens, dispensing vnto thee
These vertues which hee craues; and what hee showes
By Life's rare Patterne, working even in those
In whome His loue a true desire doth bread
To bee conforme, made like Himselfe their Head.
But such as stedfast stands, in ev'ry stoure,
True Loue, possessing all the soule and senses,
True powrs all drawing, (free of faind pretences,)
To God, in full obedience to His will,
In absolute submission, suffring still
Who best doth know what best is for thy well;
Pure worshipping of God, in maner chast,
For warrant as His ordinance thou hast,
Without all mixture of Inventions vaine,
The bastard broode of man's presumptuous braine,
Him teaching thou shalt heare, Him showing see;
Himselfe in Person even preceeding thee,
A blest exemplar, a most gracious guyde,
And if thou loue, (sinne's luggage layde aside,)
To follow on, to thy eternall well
In thee the like Him working thou shalt feele.
Thy Lord will fitt, and by degrees thee frame
Thy Duty to discharge, to Great, to Small
As equity requires to doe to All;
Mercie to show vnto the miserable
As neede in them exacts, as thou art able:
As Lazarus, as His Disciples deare
Hee did esteeme, loue to thy friends to beare,
Kindred and bloode with due respect to prise,
But those whom Nature thee more nearlie tyes
Most to regard, thy Parents, who did spare
No paynes for thee, while for thy selfe to care
Thou couldst not, in more speciall degree,
In greater measure, loe Hee teacheth thee
While from the Crosse, to Iohne, his loving friend,
Now in His place, HER hee doth recommend
Who gaue Him birth, His Virgine-Mother blest,
By speciall care Her singling from the rest.
Good proofe did give of his fidelitie
And diligence to Him did Him employ,
So, follow on with cheerefullnesse and Ioy,
That to what ever Charge their Place them call,
As done to CHRIST their service may bee all.
These twelue, who speciall priviledge did plead
To serve Him as Disciples: how most kind,
Most affable Him all of them did find,
Their faults so wisely checking that no eye
Did no their well sought in His service see,
May learne in meeknesse, lenitie and loue
To rule aright, not Tyrannizers proue,
Their servants in obedience due to draw,
By wisdome more than force, loue more than awe.
Of matchlesse loue, that sacred mysterie,
Christ and His Church combining, thence to loue
May learne, as wedded to a LORD aboue
Who lov'd them first, so from this patterne draw
In earthly wedlock a religious law,
Of holy loue a lesson, how to frame
These dutyes chast which mariage bands do clame.
Singly to liue with strength of grace endued,
A Nazarite to God to which is given
To liue, an Eunuch consecrate for Heaven,
Hath for a Guyde, to follow who invits,
Iesus of Naz'reth, prince of Nazarites.
Their Children, Them how nurse in pietie,
How in their hearts to sow the seeds of grace,
How vice and inborne Error to displace,
Hereditarie Evils, faults foreseene,
Sinnes ready to break foorth how to preveene,
How keepe from leavenning with doctrins vaine,
From course of life corrupt how to restrayne.
Submissiue loyalty, obeysance due,
But Church men chiefly, by ambition blind,
Whom Christ fore-seing should affect to find
Aspire the steps of Sov'raignety to trace;
That ONE aboue the rest, should, (thus made weake,)
The yock of Civill Iurisdiction shake
From scornefull shoulders, raysd those Men aboue
Whom God hath called Gods, (how ere they proue
In this submission lesse then Men,) to beare,
In Princelie Pow're, His Royall Image heere,
Though therefore He exemption might haue pleaded,
And not beene Caesar's Tributary needed
To teach obedience, yet, to Subjects true,
Would giue to Caesar what was Caesar's due.
Himselfe made Great by throwing Others downe,
To voluntary offers giving eare
Of such, repining Caesar's yoke to beare,
As gladly would haue Insurrection made,
Conspird by arms a bloodie cause to plead,
Yet did He flye; and, (by exemple rare),
To solitarie Desarts to repare
Preferring, did all loyall Subjects teach
To shunne Seditioun, though a Crowne to reach.
Yea when His life was most vnjustlie sought,
A Weapon to bee drawne He suffred nought
In His defence, but chuisd Himselfe alone
To suffer, rather than by armes oppone
The Lawfull Magistrat, so authorize
Seditious men, for private Injuries
Persu'd by Iustice, who dare set their face
Against their Prince or Deputs in his place.
To conquesse rents and Lands Him troubled least.
Men's soules alone He sought, and these to saue;
No Prince by Him did prejudice receaue,
By civile challenge, by pretended right,
By open violence, or secret slight.
In Imitation of their Lord and Heed,
Or quite the false pretence themselves to call
His Servants, while with Him at strife they fall,
Proudly practizing what they contrare find,
Both to His Mouth's direction and His minde,
For, (bee they sure), no Titles of respect,
No rev'rend Stiles which proudlings so affect,
No name of Fathers in his house, no place
Of Honour, which so eagerlie they chace,
No scugge of Peters chayre, no vaine pretence
Of powre, by soveraigne preheminence,
No casting out of devills shall ought availe,
Preaching nor wonders working; all shall faile
Proud wordlings from that dreadfull doome to saue:
I know you not; with mee no part yee haue.
A pearlesse Patterne of true loyaltie,
So Kings may looking on this King of Kings,
Who proudest Tyrants in subjection brings,
Learne to be truly Royall, Rule as Hee
To whom all earthly Monarchs vassels bee.
They Loyall proue, and to his Lawes to bring
Obedience due no paynes esteeme too great,
The well to establish of His royall State,
So Princes then, when Subjects good they proue
To Iesus Christ, a King all Kings aboue,
His Kingdome seeking to advance, to plant
Relligion in Their bounds, thence to supplant
Contemners of His lawes, his Throne enlarge,
With noble Artaxarxes giving charge
That what enjoynd is by the God of Heaven
His House concerning, Order may bee given
It to performe with speed, wrath to keepe backe,
Which may the Realme, the King, his Sonnes o'retake.
Nor by His Subiects' wisdome, wealth, nor hands,
Yet so doth seeke the wellfare of their State,
As if, they weakned, hee could not bee Great;
Behould, how Hee All such as dare injure,
The hurt or Prejudice of His procure,
Foes to Himselfe professing: no pretence
Of fayned friendship, show of Innocence
Admittance finding to abuse His Eare,
All Flatt'rers false defended to draw neare,
Whom Hee will, (on day,) to their endlesse shame,
(As if He them had never known,) disclame.
Revealed were, of this true King the Type,
Looking vpon the Prototype, His Lord,
His Kinglie Carriage did to His accord;
Learnd God His Ioy to make; God's Law alone
His Rule, in life, and in Relligion;
Apostasie and Apostats to hate,
And every wicked man, or Meane or Great:
All such to curbe: the Godlie in their place
As Favourits, Friends, Counsellers to grace,
Raysd to preferment, in his Eyes to stand;
GOD'S foes degraded, rooted from the Land;
So let all Kings, anoynted from aboue,
GOD for their Portion, David's Lote who loue,
Him who doth both vnscepter and enstall
Beholding, learne to do the like in all.
Of mind or case of present disposition
Of Body, goods, or name, of what degree,
Sexe, age, estate or Ranke so-ere they bee,
Seeke by the eye of liuelie Fayth to looke
On Christ, described in the sacred Booke
Of God's two Testaments, the Mirror true
From whence alone reflects His perfite view,
For each defect of Bodie or of minde
Some seasonable good, some soveraine cure
To doe away in them sinne's spots impure.
No looke on Him shall bee bestou'd in vaine,
For Hee in Mercie shall looke backe againe,
And from each looke shall liuelie vertue flow,
Which difference sufficient shall show
Twix Christ (aright) thus by His owne Means sought,
And that deceaving, shamefull Idole, brought
In place of Christ, as Christ to bee adord,
And (now) is by deluded soules implord
For Christ, and cald, (what blasphemie more vile?)
By Christ's owne personall and proper stile.
I leave to Preachers to informe at length,
Whose Calling is, (not in the Bed of slouth
Reposing), from the Chayre of sacred Truth
That Lambe of GOD, by Scriptures, to point foorth,
That Treasure of vnestimable worth
Hid in the Gospels' field in sight to set,
Whence needie soules may lasting riches get,
CHRIST, sacrifizde for sinners, to present,
(By preaching of His death and Testament,)
Vnto their peoples' eyes, by vses due
Quickning dead soules vnto obedience new.
Gold, pretious stones, who building on this GROVND,
With hearts right set, their Maister's will to know,
Him to their flocks may chieflie strive to show,
His Honour, and safetie of his Sheepe
Preferring to what els the world doth keepe.
To These so chieflie Charge of soules who haue,
As Aaron cald vnto the Iews was given,
To Them the Gospell's joyfull news to preach:
Thus in God's House no charge at all to teach
Place ought to haue, but such, (by God designd,)
As warrant doe from His apointment find,
And that in such None ought themselues to thrust,
But whom alone GOD daind hath to entrust
With His Commission, in His worke to sweate,
Found Messingers for His Embassage meet,
Who, scorning Means which worthlesse men doe make,
By doore of lawfull calling Entrie take.
Thus when thrust foorth, the Truth of God Hee spoke,
Him in Commission given, and still did care
Of all His words, God's word to make the square.
Hee neither whipt in spleene, nor did forbeare
For favour; so their saftie might bee wrought,
Men's well and not to please their will he sought.
Nor Honour to Himselfe Himselfe did set
To purchase, (though to Him was due by right
All Glory, Honour, Majestie and might),
To seeke GOD'S honour was his maine intent
Him who to Labour in His Harvest sent.
(To Ignorants one with an vncouth leid,)
No Eloquence of words, no swelling stile
Did from His mouth His flock of foode beguile;
In all Simplicitie, in termes most plaine,
His minde He vttred, to the vulgar braine
And Iudgement weake of All Himselfe applying
Eares had to heare, vpon His charge relying.
Paynes, nor by night nor day, nor late nor ayre.
His meate, his drink it was, soules home to bring,
His Father's will to doe in everie thing.
Hee did not with ambitious wordlings chace,
But vtterlie refusde, and lookt afarre
On what so ere his maine Intent might marre.
Or from a better worke Him might destract,
Hee did no meddle, would no lay aside
His Calling, matters civill to decide,
Though in pretence twixt Brothers peace to make
Vrg'd, Hee the Iudge's office did forsake.
Hee suffred patientlie to bee controld,
Not with the obstinate by Iangling vaine
To tempt Him set, and of his words to gaine
Advantage, Hee by dispute did contend:
Or peace Hee keept, or some few words did spend
Sufficient to convince, the Conscience check
Of such as thus their Envy durst detect.
Fidelitie, in suffring, doctrine, deeds,
Though King of Kings, repining not to bee,
Heere subject to Supreme Authoritie.
As on whose doctrins false the world abusd,
A good Confession witnessing, Hee stoode
Fast for the Truth, and seald it with His bloode.
If true conformitie had beene applyd,
His Vicar, Him at least who steales this stile,
But from His life and doctrine doth resile,
Those Evill offers never had entisd,
Nor bad condition, by our Lord despisd.
With loue of worldlie Glory led aside,
Haue turnd, their Earthlie pompe to entertaine,
CHRIST'S Heavenly Kingdome in a temp'rall Raigne.
(By greed of gaine, and filthie lucre driven,)
So many Stars to Earth, and earthlie wayes,
Depriving both of light and heat their Rayes.
Of Pietie, with windie Eloquence
And falsely cald Philosophy, haue dard
Themselues to Preach, of GOD the Truth haue mard.
To blinded Guids of a deluded Traine,
Haue Scriptures made despisd, so farre suspect,
And Toyes and Trifles cary such respect.
Strengthen, Lord Iesus, and stretch foorth thine hand
To ayde thy Servants, for thy cause who stand,
And reddy are to suffer fyre and sword
For Thee, thy Truth, and credite of thy Word.
Sufficient Workmen in thy Harv'st thrust foorth,
Fitted for those pernitious Times in worth:
Come clense thy Kirk, discover by degrees
The Man of Sinne, to All whose darkned eyes,
Blind to discerne, yet can not truelie see
Midst such a glorious Sunne-shine, who is Hee.
Thine owne deare Lambs set free, who captives lye,
Which chains of Ignorance and Error tye;
That hence, (no more in by-paths led astray)
In seeking Thee, the Truth, the Life, the Way,
Their Crucifixes faind they may disclame,
And of their Idols and false Christs thinke shame.
Where Truelie Thee to see by Faith is given,
To All, that in the Means ordaind by Thee,
With Souls right set, seeke in Sinceritie.
God forbid that I should rejoyce, but in the Crosse of our LORD Iesus Christ, Whereby the World is crucified vnto mee, and I vnto the World.
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