The Muses Sacrifice [by John Davies] |
The Sinner acknowledges and admires
his owne frailtie: desiring Grace and strength to stand in Vertue,
and with-stand Vice.
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The Muses Sacrifice | ||
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The Sinner acknowledges and admires his owne frailtie: desiring Grace and strength to stand in Vertue, and with-stand Vice.
Affliction
still lyes heauie on my Soule,
which makes her stupid, dry, and dull to pray;
Then (Lord) vnlesse thou doe her pow'r controule,
she needes must sinke to Hell beneath her sway.
which makes her stupid, dry, and dull to pray;
Then (Lord) vnlesse thou doe her pow'r controule,
she needes must sinke to Hell beneath her sway.
O Sinne (that with high Hand dost hurle so low)
thou art sole Cause of this so bad Effect:
Thou NOTHING, that dost all things ouerthrow
not staid by Grace, why dost me thus deiect?
thou art sole Cause of this so bad Effect:
Thou NOTHING, that dost all things ouerthrow
not staid by Grace, why dost me thus deiect?
O had I beene abortiue, and dead borne;
or, if not so, the Font had reft my breath:
Then had I made a quicke and safe returne,
that now must passe in perill to my death!
or, if not so, the Font had reft my breath:
Then had I made a quicke and safe returne,
that now must passe in perill to my death!
I can but sinne, then Iustice can but scourge;
so, Sinne and Scourges, wheeling, o'er me goe:
Yea, Sinne being quiet, I it oft doe vrge;
so, on me, with it, pull a World of woe.
so, Sinne and Scourges, wheeling, o'er me goe:
Yea, Sinne being quiet, I it oft doe vrge;
so, on me, with it, pull a World of woe.
Lord! what am I, that am so rarely fraile?
that can doe nothing: that is, sinne I can:
For, Sinne is Nothing; yet, it doth preuaile
against me, Something: that is, marres a Man!
that can doe nothing: that is, sinne I can:
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against me, Something: that is, marres a Man!
When I doe minde the strange Austeritie,
familiar with some (reclus'd from this life)
The watching, praying, fasting, charitie,
the fights with Flesh, with Sinne, the endlesse strife,
familiar with some (reclus'd from this life)
The watching, praying, fasting, charitie,
the fights with Flesh, with Sinne, the endlesse strife,
I am amaz'd with wonder; grieu'd with shame;
nay, waighing theirs with mine, my conscience bleeds
To see the ods: ô fie, I am to blame,
to call it ods, sith it all ods exceedes!
nay, waighing theirs with mine, my conscience bleeds
To see the ods: ô fie, I am to blame,
to call it ods, sith it all ods exceedes!
For white and blacke doe farre lesse disagree
then theirs and mine: mine being, lighty, darke;
Theirs, darkly, light; and lights the darke to see:
notorious I, for sinne; they, Saints of marke.
then theirs and mine: mine being, lighty, darke;
Theirs, darkly, light; and lights the darke to see:
notorious I, for sinne; they, Saints of marke.
So that I am confounded but to minde
the ods (surmounting ods) betweene the two:
For, in my selfe, with Pride, all ill I finde;
in them all good, and yet most humble too.
the ods (surmounting ods) betweene the two:
For, in my selfe, with Pride, all ill I finde;
in them all good, and yet most humble too.
Then, sith Comparisons are but too blame
betweene things so repugnant (for, they doe
But shew the ods vnto the worsers shame)
I will forbeare, and beare the blemish too.
betweene things so repugnant (for, they doe
But shew the ods vnto the worsers shame)
I will forbeare, and beare the blemish too.
For, all reproch (though infinite it were)
comes short of endlesse sinne, in foule offence:
Then, may I well that All (as nothing) beare,
which Centers but my sinnes Circumference!
comes short of endlesse sinne, in foule offence:
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which Centers but my sinnes Circumference!
For, weake as frailtie is my strongest force
in fight with vices, and in ghostly warres:
At best no better then a liuing Corse;
and that the Vrne that but my Soule inte rres!
in fight with vices, and in ghostly warres:
At best no better then a liuing Corse;
and that the Vrne that but my Soule inte rres!
I fight, but faint, the first Incounter trying;
yet, oft by standing on my strength too much
I quite am foil'd, that might haue foil'd by flying;
such is my rashnesse, and my weakenesse such.
yet, oft by standing on my strength too much
I quite am foil'd, that might haue foil'd by flying;
such is my rashnesse, and my weakenesse such.
If I o'er come, (as seldome so I doe)
my spirit growes proud, and confident withall:
So this farre worse then that doth me vndoe;
for spirituall pride still takes the lowest fall.
my spirit growes proud, and confident withall:
So this farre worse then that doth me vndoe;
for spirituall pride still takes the lowest fall.
But, when I fall, thy help (Lord) I inuoke,
to raise me: rais'd, I fall to worser ill:
So seeme but leaue to craue, (though it I cloke)
but still to fall, and to be raised still.
to raise me: rais'd, I fall to worser ill:
So seeme but leaue to craue, (though it I cloke)
but still to fall, and to be raised still.
But to thee (knower of all thoughts) it's knowne
such Boones are sinnes that beg but leaue to sinne:
My Boones no better be; for, being downe,
I craue to rise by Grace, to fall therein.
such Boones are sinnes that beg but leaue to sinne:
My Boones no better be; for, being downe,
I craue to rise by Grace, to fall therein.
And though my Prayers aime at no such end,
yet, in the end (sith I but rise and fall)
It seemes I did but by the same entend
to make my selfe thy Mercies Racket-ball.
yet, in the end (sith I but rise and fall)
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to make my selfe thy Mercies Racket-ball.
Which falling hardest, highest doth rebound;
but, to doe ill, that good thereof might rise,
Is Ill, so ill, as may the Soule confound;
then, all that good in Soule-confounding, lies.
but, to doe ill, that good thereof might rise,
Is Ill, so ill, as may the Soule confound;
then, all that good in Soule-confounding, lies.
To sinne of purpose, but to make vs meeke,
augments the fault; for, tis presumptuous Sinne:
And who, by Error, Heau'nly Truth shall seeke,
shall lose her quite, and Hell, with Error, winne.
augments the fault; for, tis presumptuous Sinne:
And who, by Error, Heau'nly Truth shall seeke,
shall lose her quite, and Hell, with Error, winne.
Then, Lord of Truth, when I haue tane a fall,
let me desire to rise, to fall no more:
So though thou bandy me from wall to wall,
yet, keepe me vp, at least, with beating sore.
let me desire to rise, to fall no more:
So though thou bandy me from wall to wall,
yet, keepe me vp, at least, with beating sore.
And, if, by weakenesse, I shall sometimes slippe,
so stay me then, that downe I fall not quite:
Let me, at most (if so at least) but trippe;
then, take the faster footing through thy might.
So shall I praise that Pow'r that stayes me so;
And, euer ouercome an Ouerthrow.
so stay me then, that downe I fall not quite:
Let me, at most (if so at least) but trippe;
then, take the faster footing through thy might.
So shall I praise that Pow'r that stayes me so;
And, euer ouercome an Ouerthrow.
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