The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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 | Chap. xxxix. The poems of George Daniel |  |
XXXIX. Chap. xxxix.
He, only he, is wise, who can neglect
The Sordid end of Mortalls, and direct
His purgéd Soule to the clear Region
Of holy things, by Contemplation;
Labours for Knowledge, & revolves the writt
Of profound ancients, till he compass it;
Is conversant wth Misteries of Old,
By Prophets Sung; makes what the learnéd told,
His Oracle; resolves the hidden Sense
Of Wisedome, in a deep intelligence:
He shall have place with honour; Maiestie
Shall looke vpon him, with a gracious Eye.
That he may read men, in themselves more plaine,
And how th' affections wth in Mortalls raigne,
He walks the round of Earth, & gathers thence
The Obiect of his Hope's Experience;
He gives his Soule to Heaven, in all th' events
Of Chance, or Danger, & his vow presents,
Guarded with Innocence, & doth invoke
The Devine ayde, in all he vndertooke:
The Sordid end of Mortalls, and direct
His purgéd Soule to the clear Region
Of holy things, by Contemplation;
Labours for Knowledge, & revolves the writt
Of profound ancients, till he compass it;
Is conversant wth Misteries of Old,
By Prophets Sung; makes what the learnéd told,
His Oracle; resolves the hidden Sense
Of Wisedome, in a deep intelligence:
He shall have place with honour; Maiestie
Shall looke vpon him, with a gracious Eye.
That he may read men, in themselves more plaine,
And how th' affections wth in Mortalls raigne,
He walks the round of Earth, & gathers thence
The Obiect of his Hope's Experience;
He gives his Soule to Heaven, in all th' events
Of Chance, or Danger, & his vow presents,
Guarded with Innocence, & doth invoke
The Devine ayde, in all he vndertooke:
He shall be full in Knowledge, & inspir'd
By the Eternall Breath; vtter admir'd
Essentiall wisedome, consonant to Truth;
His Councells holy, reveal'd by the Mouth
Of Perfect vertue, borne vpon the wings
Of Sacred fancy; see Misterious thinges:
He shall be Wise, & Men shall thinke him Wise,
Makeing the Law his Gvide, his Exercise;
He shall be glorious to the Eyes of Men,
And live for ever; wisedome shall remaine
T' adorne his Memory; & his Name shall shine
Bright to Posteritye, without Decline:
Men shall be busie to exalt his ffame,
And give their Eulogies vnto his Name.
By the Eternall Breath; vtter admir'd
Essentiall wisedome, consonant to Truth;
His Councells holy, reveal'd by the Mouth
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Of Sacred fancy; see Misterious thinges:
He shall be Wise, & Men shall thinke him Wise,
Makeing the Law his Gvide, his Exercise;
He shall be glorious to the Eyes of Men,
And live for ever; wisedome shall remaine
T' adorne his Memory; & his Name shall shine
Bright to Posteritye, without Decline:
Men shall be busie to exalt his ffame,
And give their Eulogies vnto his Name.
Though he be Dead, he shall not all decay,
But leave a Name Immortall, when the Clay
Which covers thousands, doth their Name obscure,
And Choakes their mention in a Dismall Mure:
Or live he still? his Glorye, shall aspire
To Crowne himselfe, & make the world admire.
But leave a Name Immortall, when the Clay
Which covers thousands, doth their Name obscure,
And Choakes their mention in a Dismall Mure:
Or live he still? his Glorye, shall aspire
To Crowne himselfe, & make the world admire.
Yet let me tell you more, for now I am
Carried in Rapture, fill'd wth Sacred flame;
As Cynthia orb'd, now move I; I'me possest
With Devine fury, in my braine & brest.
Carried in Rapture, fill'd wth Sacred flame;
As Cynthia orb'd, now move I; I'me possest
With Devine fury, in my braine & brest.
List then to mee, & by my words produce,
As the Rose tree, nourish't with gentle Dewes;
Oh, let the savour of your vertues rise
As Incence, or the smoake of Sacrifice!
Flourish, as doe the Lillies; oh, rehearse
Loud Songs of Praise, in never-Dying verse!
Bless God in all his workes; Oh! bless his Name!
With Himmes of Ioy, oh! Celebrate his ffame,
In songs of Musicke! Let your vowes addresse
To Heaven for audience, & thus confess
The Lord is mightie, all his workes are good,
His precepts holy; nor can flesh & Blood
Safely dispute, Why now? or not till now,
Why this? or that? He knowes both when & how;
And in his time, they are; at his Command,
Th' impetuous waves did as a Mountaine stand;
Gracious ever, & his ordinance
Is firm'd on Truth, & cannot fall by Chance;
He lookes on Man, on humane actions,
With a strict Eye; all the Affections
Of Mortalls stand before him, nothing hid;
He sees what now wee doe, & what they did,
Who went before vs; what our Sons shall doe,
For ever, nothing hard for him to know.
As the Rose tree, nourish't with gentle Dewes;
Oh, let the savour of your vertues rise
As Incence, or the smoake of Sacrifice!
Flourish, as doe the Lillies; oh, rehearse
Loud Songs of Praise, in never-Dying verse!
Bless God in all his workes; Oh! bless his Name!
With Himmes of Ioy, oh! Celebrate his ffame,
In songs of Musicke! Let your vowes addresse
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The Lord is mightie, all his workes are good,
His precepts holy; nor can flesh & Blood
Safely dispute, Why now? or not till now,
Why this? or that? He knowes both when & how;
And in his time, they are; at his Command,
Th' impetuous waves did as a Mountaine stand;
Gracious ever, & his ordinance
Is firm'd on Truth, & cannot fall by Chance;
He lookes on Man, on humane actions,
With a strict Eye; all the Affections
Of Mortalls stand before him, nothing hid;
He sees what now wee doe, & what they did,
Who went before vs; what our Sons shall doe,
For ever, nothing hard for him to know.
How dare Man question (ah, foole-hardy wise)
His inscrute power? Why did he That? Why This?
He that made all things, made them All his owne,
Both in the Thing, & disposition;
Infinite in his Blessings as the Tide
Wch swelleth Rivers, watering either Side,
The gapeing Shores; or as a Raine doth drench
The crannied Earth, & her Scorch'd entrailes quench:
As the Sea foames in brine, the heathen shall
Soe feele his wrath, & in his fury fall;
As to the Iust, his waies are Smooth & streight;
Soe Sinners, walking, fall precipitate.
His inscrute power? Why did he That? Why This?
He that made all things, made them All his owne,
Both in the Thing, & disposition;
Infinite in his Blessings as the Tide
Wch swelleth Rivers, watering either Side,
The gapeing Shores; or as a Raine doth drench
The crannied Earth, & her Scorch'd entrailes quench:
As the Sea foames in brine, the heathen shall
Soe feele his wrath, & in his fury fall;
As to the Iust, his waies are Smooth & streight;
Soe Sinners, walking, fall precipitate.
For good Men, good things were ordain'd, at first;
For Sinners, good & bad, in both accurst;
These, humane beings serve most to sustaine,
Water & Fire, Iron, Salt; & graine
From carefull furrowes reapt; the luscious combe
Contriv'd by busie Officers; & from
The Cowe's large vdders Milke; the vnmixéd blood
Of generous Grapes; the iuce of Olives, good
As well for health, as the fond sence to please;
And necessary Raiment; all of these
To good Men are good Things; but ev'n in these
(Though the possessing 'em, may haply please)
Sinners shall find a Curse; presumptuous Sin
Is not vnpunisht ever; some have bin
Created for revenge, & now abide
Eternall paines, for voluntary Pride;
These in the Day of wrath, when all this all,
This mighty fabrick, shall to nothing fall,
Shall shew their vtmost, & then satisfie
Heaven's fury, Damn'd to all Eternitie.
For Sinners, good & bad, in both accurst;
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Water & Fire, Iron, Salt; & graine
From carefull furrowes reapt; the luscious combe
Contriv'd by busie Officers; & from
The Cowe's large vdders Milke; the vnmixéd blood
Of generous Grapes; the iuce of Olives, good
As well for health, as the fond sence to please;
And necessary Raiment; all of these
To good Men are good Things; but ev'n in these
(Though the possessing 'em, may haply please)
Sinners shall find a Curse; presumptuous Sin
Is not vnpunisht ever; some have bin
Created for revenge, & now abide
Eternall paines, for voluntary Pride;
These in the Day of wrath, when all this all,
This mighty fabrick, shall to nothing fall,
Shall shew their vtmost, & then satisfie
Heaven's fury, Damn'd to all Eternitie.
Fire, in a kind, & Haile, famine & Death,
Are the dire Instruments of heaven's wrath;
The Teeth of Wild beasts, and of Serpents' Sting,
The greedie Sword, & every other thing,
Will fall vpon the Wicked; & all stand
Readie to execute heaven's great command;
Sinners cannot avoyde the Stroke, nor stay
The fatall houre to any farther day.
Are the dire Instruments of heaven's wrath;
The Teeth of Wild beasts, and of Serpents' Sting,
The greedie Sword, & every other thing,
Will fall vpon the Wicked; & all stand
Readie to execute heaven's great command;
Sinners cannot avoyde the Stroke, nor stay
The fatall houre to any farther day.
Therfore was I confirm'd, after I had weigh'd,
Iudiciously, these things, & what I said
I here leave written: oh! how excellent
Is God in all his workes! to give the Event
Of all Things, in due time, & to the houre
Disposeth all things, by Almighty power:
That 't would be folly to dispute wth him;
He gives the Blessing ever to the Time,
And therfore praise him ever; oh! reioyce,
And magnifie his Name, wth chearfull voice!
Iudiciously, these things, & what I said
I here leave written: oh! how excellent
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Of all Things, in due time, & to the houre
Disposeth all things, by Almighty power:
That 't would be folly to dispute wth him;
He gives the Blessing ever to the Time,
And therfore praise him ever; oh! reioyce,
And magnifie his Name, wth chearfull voice!
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