Divinity and Morality in Robes of Poetry Composed for the Recreations of the Courteous and Ingenious. By the Author Tho. Jordan |
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A Paraphrase upon the Pater Noster
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A Paraphrase upon the Pater Noster
Protect us, Lord, from that prophane Imposter,
That would perswade us from our Pater noster
That would perswade us from our Pater noster
In what a wretched State that Common-weale is,
That is mis-led from thee Qui es in Cælis,
That is mis-led from thee Qui es in Cælis,
Christ's Spouse is lovely, Christians should intreat her
With sighs, not swords, and sing—Sanctificetur
With sighs, not swords, and sing—Sanctificetur
Who so prevaricate from this endue 'um,
Good Lord, with Grace to worship—Nomen tuum.
Good Lord, with Grace to worship—Nomen tuum.
Great Common-Wealths must fall if thou pursue 'um,
When States displease thee—Veniat Regnum tuum.
When States displease thee—Veniat Regnum tuum.
VVhat private Plots, or publike Power dare flye at
The Lord of Hosts? whose battaile-word is—Fiat.
The Lord of Hosts? whose battaile-word is—Fiat.
VVhat is mans strength if thou dost not renew a
Right heart in him to do—Voluntas tus,
Right heart in him to do—Voluntas tus,
VVe are but Men, none but an Angel's fellow
Can lead a life on Earth—Sicut in Cælo,
Can lead a life on Earth—Sicut in Cælo,
The Pious Poore complain, they who refresh 'um,
Shall, when they want, from thee have—ita etiam
Shall, when they want, from thee have—ita etiam
He that would Heaven gaine must not defera
Work of such Piety, whilst hee's—In terra.
Work of such Piety, whilst hee's—In terra.
Thy Saints are succourlesse, unlesse we foster 'um,
How can we beg at thy hands—Panem nostrum
How can we beg at thy hands—Panem nostrum
Nor let us hate our Enemies, but gaine 'um
With acts of worthiness—Quotidianum
With acts of worthiness—Quotidianum
Though men afflict us both in Soule and Bodie,
Yet Lord, thy sustenance—Da nobis hodie,
Yet Lord, thy sustenance—Da nobis hodie,
Truth dwells not alwayes where the Purple Robe is,
Then grant us mercy—Et remitte nobis
Then grant us mercy—Et remitte nobis
We all have felt thy stroaks, but who dares foster a
Mis-apprehension? 'Tis not—Debita nostra,
Mis-apprehension? 'Tis not—Debita nostra,
Oh! Let the Enemies no longer cross
The truth, but mend their lives—Sicut & nos
The truth, but mend their lives—Sicut & nos
Let us no longer be afflicted thus,
But let our foes proclaime—Remittimus
But let our foes proclaime—Remittimus
Free our obliged Lands where each impostor is
Master of all, but—Debitoribus nostris.
Master of all, but—Debitoribus nostris.
Into their paths, who for our zeale rebuke us,
Let us not enter—Et ne nos inducas
Let us not enter—Et ne nos inducas
Satan usurpes, Lord let us dis-inthrone him,
Or we shall ever be—In tentationem,
Or we shall ever be—In tentationem,
Let not the world and flesh thy Servants swallow,
Sweet are their baits—Sed libera nos à malo,
Sweet are their baits—Sed libera nos à malo,
And grant us such as Union, that when
This Prayer is said, we all may cry—Amen.
This Prayer is said, we all may cry—Amen.
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