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Divinity and Morality in Robes of Poetry

Composed for the Recreations of the Courteous and Ingenious. By the Author Tho. Jordan

Jordan, Thomas (1612?-1685?)

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On forgetfulness in holy Duties.

On the Heart.

On rash Iudgment.

On an Evil Tongue.

A Dialogue betwixt the Flesh, and the Spirit.

Spirit alone.

An Acrostich on my very worthy friend Mr. MARKE WARD.

An Epitaph in an Acrostich, composed on the Name of his vertuous Sister Mrs. Joane Ward.

An Elegiack, in a double Acrostich, sacred to the memory of the most truly vertuous Mrs. Margaret Jessop,

The CHARACTER of a Corrupt States-Man, that is solely devoted to Selfe-Ends, But pretends to Piety.

The Politician in Person.

[Thus have I shewn the nature of those sinnes]

The Author.

On Ambition.

On Peace.

On these Civill Warres.

On our Saviour, his being called the Carpenter.

A Paraphrase upon the Pater Noster

To an unnaturall Elder Brother that beguiled him of his Portion.

An Allarme in 1645.

An Elegy and Epitaph composed on the death of an Infant Lady.

On the event of these Wars betwixt the Dutch and English.

On those women, who pretend that poverty provoketh to in chastity.

The Proselite.

To the much honored Pair, and most pious Preservers of Love and Loyalty in Wedlock, Mr. Nathaniel Lownes Merchant Adventurer, &c. and the perfect Patern of Vertue Mrs. Melior Lownes his beloved Consort.

On Reason.

On Henry the VIII.

An Epigram on one, who said, He liv'd by his wits.

On Ribaldry.

Good Wits may Jump.

On a School-Master.

An Elegy and Epitaph on the deplored death of the much worthy William Barklay Esquire, one of the Aldermen of the City of London; dedicate to Mr. Hen. Barklay.

The Epitaph.

The material substance of our Creed contracted in twelve lines.

The ten Commandements in ten lines.

The happy estate of the Blessed,

The wretched estate of the cursed,

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The Epitaph.

1

Weep Reader, weep, for if we see
Thy Fountains dry, no man will be
Perswaded to relent for thee.

2

In this monumental clay
Lies pious dust, till it obey
The Summons of the latter day.

3

You that ransack earth and Skies
For all worth which good men prize,
Look no further, Here it lies.

4

Let your truer tears attend it,
When all studious men have pen'd it,
This mans Name will comprehend it;

5

But (to sum up all in brief)
He whose eyes are void of grief,
Hath a heart without belief.

6

He whose soul doth not desire
To weep before he do retire,
Would laugh, were all the world on fire.