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His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester

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LITTLE BARTAS.
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765

LITTLE BARTAS.

If wanton Lovers so delight to gaze
On mortall Beauties brittle little Blaze;
That, not content with (almost) daily sight
Of those dear Idols of their Appetite;
Nor, with th'Idëas which th'Idalian Dart
Hath deep imprinted in their yeelding heart;
Nor, with Their Pictures (with precisest charge)
Done by De-Creets, Marcus, or Peak, at large
(And hangd of purpose, where they most frequent,
As som fair Chamber's choicest Ornament)
They must have Heliard, Isaac, or His Sonne,
To doo, in Little, what in Large was done;
That they may ever, ever bear about
A Pictures Picture (for the most, I doubt):
Much more should Those, whose Soules in Sacred Love,
Are rapt with Beautie's-Proto-Type above
(Sith, heer, they cannot see th'Originall;
Nor, in themselves, now, finde his Principall)
Thirst for Their Obiect; and [much less content
With th'ample Table of the Firmament,
And various Visage of this goodly Globe,
Wherein, they see but (as it were) His Robe
Embrodered rich, and with Great Works embost,
Of Powr, of Prudence, and of Goodnes, most;
Yet, so farre-off, so massy, so immense,
As over-swaies Their weak Intelligence:
Or with that lesser Table of their Owne
(The Little-World, wherein the Great is show'n)
Which, neer and dear, though still about they bear,
Such Clouds of Passion are still crowding there,
That seld or never can they ought perceive
Of those pure Raies it did at first receive]
Long for their Long-Home, past the Gates of Grace,
To set their Love, in Glory, face to face.
Till when; awhile to entertain them heer
With Prospects fittest Their faint Thoughts to cheer
(In steed of That Great Vniversal Table,
Made in Six Daies, with Art so admirable;

766

And, by My Bartas, in His Weeks divine,
So large and lively drawn in every line)
Du-Val, and I (too short of Isaac's Art)
Have Thus Essaid to play the Limners part,
And drawe in little (like a Quintessence)
That goodly Labours glorious Excellence;
For ease of Such, whom Publike Charge denies
Leasure to view so large Varieties:
And Such, whose Means may not affoord their Mindes
So costly Pleasures of so Gain-less kindes:
And (lastly) Such, as, loving Bartas best,
Would glad and fain still bear Him in their brest,
Or in their Bosom, were Hee Pocket-fit,
As well Hee might; would Printers Gain permit.
Now therfore, Thou, All-forming Only-Trine,
As, in the Large, Thou ledst His Hand and Mine;
Lend likewise heer Thy gracious Help agen,
To guide aright my Pencil and my Pen;
To sute my Colours, sweet my Shadowes, so,
That This my Little, Thy Great Works may showe.
And grant, the-while, I bee not like the Hand
Which at S. Albons, in the Street, doth stand
Directing Others in the ready Way;
But, void of minde, it Self behinde doth stay:
Nor like a Buoy, which warneth from a Shelf;
But lies still wallowing in the Sea, it Self.
Svpernall Lord, Eternall King of Kings,
Maker, Maintainer, Mouer of All things,
How infinite! How excellently-rare!
How absolute Thy wondrous Works they are!
How-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd!
How, THOV, in All, to be of All admir'd!
Thy glorious Powr so suits thy gracious Will:
Thy soverain Wisdom meets thy Goodnes still:
Thy Word effects thy Work; and, void of Pain,
Turns round the Heav'ns, and doth the Earth sustain.
Thy Spirit, infallible and infinite,
Filling the World (yet not contain'd in it)
By Powr and Presence, all, in All things dwels;
In Essence though, the Heav'n of Heav'ns excels.
Eternally, before All Form began,
Thou, onely God, wert in Thy-self, even than,
As absolute, as after all the Term
Of All thy Works: They, Changefull All; Thou firm.
The Revolution of This ample All,
Heav'ns height, Starres light, the Oceans flood and fall,
To all Mankinde, in som kinde, make Thee known;
But adde not Thee more Glory to Thine Owne.

767

To make a World, or marr it, Thou art free.
All coms and goes by Thy divine Decree.
Thou, at Thy pleasure, hast made All of Nought:
All, at Thy pleasure, shall to Nought bee brought.
Thy Name is (right) I AM: for, without Thee,
Is None: all Beeings of Thy Beeing bee:
All perfect Vnity, proper Existence,
Is onely found in Thine owne sacred Essence.
Although the World a goodly Peece appeer,
'T hath, to Thy Greatnes, no Proportion neer:
'T is but a Point to Thine immense Infinity.
Then, what (alas!) is Man to Thy Divinity?
Yet, hast thou Him a Tongue and Reason giv'n;
And Eyes erected towards Thy glittering Heav'n,
To read and ruminate Thy Wonders there;
And afterwards proclaim them every-where.
The Heav'ns declare Thy Glory, and they preach
To Man, Thy Works, Thine Excellence in Each:
The Elements accorded Discords sound
How good for vs thy goodly Works are found.
The radiant Stars, in their eternall Sway,
Th'alternate Changes of the Night and Day,
The birth of Beasts, the growth of Plants, each hour,
Teach every where Thy Providence and Powr.
From Thee, the Sun receives his Beauty bright,
And Soverain Rule of Each celestiall Light;
Whose Yearly Course, in certain Circuiting,
Makes Winter, Sommer, Autumn, and the Spring.
Bee 't cloudy, cleer, Eclipse, or Night, or Day;
His lovely brows are equi-lucent ay:
And, whether swift or soft Hee seem to wend,
His Speed is such, Wee cannot comprehend.
Though vs Hee Warm, yet is Himself not hot:
Though red, or pale, Hee seem, yet is Hee not:
Though small to vs; His Orb is eight-score times
And six, as big as All our Earthly Climes.
Did not Hee draw moist Vapours from belowe,
To drench our Fields; heer, nothing green would growe:
Did not Hee dry excessive Showrs again,
Wee could not sowe, nor mowe; our Grass, nor Grain.
Thou, Lord, by Him, work'st all this Alteration;
And causest so All Creatures generation:
Prankest the Earth in diverse-Flowred hew;
And Yearly, almost, mak'st the World anew.
Thou hast dispos'd His oblique Body so,
That, Rise hee, Set hee; bee hee High, or Lowe;
His Noon's perpetuall: and hee makes at-once
Day, Night; Summer/Winter; frying, freezing Zones.

768

When lowe to Vs, to Others hee is hie;
When Others see not, Wee behould his Eie;
When heer hee Sets, hee Rises other-where;
When heer direct, hee looketh glancing there.
When som, in Summer, hear sweet Nightingales,
Then som, in Winter, hear but blustring Gales:
Som see but Buds, when som supply their Granges:
Each-where, the Sun thus Seasons contre-changes.
When heer, there springs both leaf and grass together,
Else-where the Meads doo hang their heads, and wither:
So, in their turns, so in their times, hee measures
His Gifts to all; and all partake his Treasures.
In brief: each change of short, long; Day and Night;
Of Seasons, Times, Turns, and Returns of Light;
Which, in a whole Yeer, every-where hee forms;
That, in the whole World, daily Hee performs.
So that, drad Lord, were not Thy sacred Lore,
Man, above All, would likely Him adore
(As som have don); but Supreme Reason showes,
That all His Glory vnto Thine hee owes.
Things finite have Beginning and Beginner:
Things mov'd, a Mover (as, the wheel, the Spinner);
Effects, their finall Cause; and (formally)
Elder then Time, Nature or Faculty.
Even Thee, the Cause of Causes: Sourse of All:
First, and Last, Moover: Prime, and Principall:
Infallible, involuble, insensible;
All Self-comprising, else incomprehensible:
Immense, Immortall, absolute Infinity,
Omnipotent, Omniscient Divinity.
Even Thee, in Whom alone begins all Good,
And all returns into thy bound-less Flood.
By Order then of thy Decrees divine,
Th'hast set the Sun o'r all the World to shine;
And (as the Subjects lightly suit their King)
With His fair Light, t'enlighten every thing.
His goodly Face, th'vngodly ever fly,
Seeking for Night's black horrid Canapy
To cover Theft, Rape, Incest, Murder too,
And all foul Sinnes; which, in the Dark, they doo.
By Him, Wee see Thy Works in their Propriety;
Discern their Beauties, learn their vast variety:
Where, without Him, the World would all return
To th'old first Chaos, or in Blindnes mourn.
By Him, Wee calculate our Grandsires Dates,
Th'Increase of Kingdoms, and Decay of States:
By Him, Thou measur'st, Lord, to Vs and Ours,
Yeers, Ages, Seasons, Months, Daies, Minutes, Hours.

769

All Wits admire th'immense and wondrous way
His great bright Body circuits every Day:
The more his Orb is from the Centre far,
The longer Daily his great Iournies are.
Besides his Daily Course, his Coursers drive
One of three hundred threescore Daies and five,
Five Hours, three Quarters: of which Over-plus,
In every fourth Year, growes a Day with vs.
Yet, whoso would the Year exactly rate,
In five-score-five Years, must one Leap abate;
And, in threescore, for th'Error ready past,
Should no Bissextile in our Books bee plaç't.
But, though Wee erre, Hee never errs at all:
Nor, since Thou didst Him in his State install,
Hath Hee mist Moment of the Task hee ought;
Though hee have seen Men fail and fall so oft.
Above all Creatures, Hee retains, of Thee,
Som-thing conform to Thine Eternity:
For, though Hee see our hourly Changes heer,
His Light and Beauty still the same appeer.
How many Changes hath Hee seen on Earth!
Kings, Kingdoms, States; their Buriall, and their Birth;
Rising and Falling of triumphant Races;
Raising and Razing of renowned Places?
How often hath Hee seen Empires reverst?
Rich Cities sackt? Rare Common-weals disperst?
Fields turn'd to Floods, and Seas return'd to Sands,
While stedfast Hee between his Tropiks stands?
Him, just betwixt Six Wand'rers hast Thou plaç't,
Which prance about Him with vnequall haste:
All which, without Him, could no Light reflect,
As is apparant by the Moons Defect.
By His Aspect, her Owne shee daily makes:
Shee, Wax-less, Wane-less, doth both wane and wax:
And, though to Vs Shee seem a Semi-Ray,
Her full round Face doth never fall away.
By His fair Beams, as well by Day as Night,
The full whole Half of Her thick Orb is bright:
And, as Shee draws neer or far-off from Him;
So, more or less, Our Half is cleer or dim.
Her vpper Half is full in her Coïtion,
Her lower Half is in her Opposition:
Her other Quarters other Forms express;
And, vp or down-ward, shew Her, more or less.
When Wee see little, then the Heav'ns have store:
When Heav'ns see little, then have Wee thee more:
Neerer the Sun, the lesse Shee seems in sight;
Turning her Horn still to her Opposite.

770

At Even, Increasing, Shee the Sun succeeds;
At Morn, Decreasing, Shee his Car preceeds:
So that, each Month the Sun environs Her,
On every side His Splendor to confer.
Her silver Light then onely faileth her
When th'Earth's between Them (in Diameter):
Which Masks her Beauty, with a sable Cloud,
From Sight of Him, her Brother Golden-browd.
Good Lord, what changes doost Thou work by These
Varieties; in Air, in Earth, and Seas!
Fair, or foul Weather; Winde, or Wet, or Thunder;
To dry, or drip; or cool, or warm Heer-vnder.
If Shee but smile the fourth day, 't will bee fair:
If then Shee blush, wee shall have blustring air:
If then her brows bee muffled with a Frown,
Most of that Month shall sad Tears trickle down.
Thus doth the Vigour of the Signs superiour
Rule in the Vertues of these things inferiour:
But All are govern'd by Thy soverain Might:
O! happy Hee who vnderstands it right.
Thrice happy Hee, who sees Thee every-where;
In Heav'n and Earth, in Water, Fire, and Air:
Who, due admiring Thy wise Works (of Yore)
Thee above All, Thee onely, doth adore.
Who knowes Thee so, so needs must love Thee too;
And, with his Will, Thy sacred Will would doo;
Still lifts his Eyes to Heav'n-ward, to contemple
The stately Wonders of Thy starry Temple:
Admires the set and measur'd Dance of Thine
All-clasping Palace, azure-crystalline,
Rare-rich-imbost with glittering studs of Gold;
And, more admires, the more hee doth behold.
'T's a wondrous thing to see That mighty Mound,
Hinge-less and Ax-less, turn so swiftly round;
And th'heavy Earth, prop-less (though downward tending)
Self-counter-poiz'd, 'mid the soft Air suspending.
On th'ample Surface of whose massie Ball,
Men (round about) doo trample over all,
Foot against Foot, though still (O strange Effect!)
Their Faces all bee towards Heav'n erect.
Those dwelling vnder th'Equinoctiall, they
Have, all the Year long, equall Night and Day:
Those neer the Tropiks, have them more vn-even;
The more, the more that they are Nor-ward driven.
But Those, whose Tents to either Pole are neer,
Have but One Night, and One Day, in a yeer.
Yet All well compast by due ruled Rite,
Neither, then other, hath more Dark or Light.

771

Thus have thy Works, O All-Disposing Deïty,
Som-what conform, for all their great variety:
Which Harmony, amid so diverse things,
In All, aloud Thy wondrous Wisdom rings.
But, specially, wee wonder at the Place
Which heer thou hast bestow'd on Adams race:
To see our selves set on so Round a Ball,
So firmly hangd just in the midst of all.
For, This our Globe hangs Prop-less in the Air;
Yet, but thy Self, can nothing shake or sway-her:
No roaring Storm, nor rumbling Violence,
Can move the Centre's sad Circumference.
Which, whoso should oppose in Disputation,
Might bee convinç't by easie Demonstration:
So far doo they from Sense and Reason erre,
Who think the Heav'ns stand, and the Earth doth stir.
The Parts and Whole of same-kinde bodies, have
Same or like Motions; bee they light, or grave;
Vpward, or downward; round, or overthwart:
Needs must the Totall move as doth his Part.
So, if wee see the Sunne and Moon to veer;
Their ample Heav'ns have even the like Career:
But, who hath seen a Selfly-turning Stone?
How then should Earth turn her whole lump alone?
Let's therefore, boldly, with old Truth, affirm,
That th'Earth remains vnmoveable and firm:
And (if wee credit the Geometer)
Three thousand leagues is her Diameter:
This Measure of her vast thick Depth, is found
By th'admirable Compass of her Round;
Which hath, by Test of Arts Experiments,
More then nine thousand leagues Circumference.
Yet, learned Mappists, on a Paper small,
Draw (in Abbridgement) the whole Type of All;
And, in their Chamber (pain-less, peril-less)
See, in an hour, and circuit, Land and Seas.
This mighty Globe is but a Point, compar'd
With th'vpper Globe: yet on this Point are shar'd
Millions of millions of Man-kinde, which plow
With Keel and Coultar its Twin Back and Brow.
Man, placed thus, in This Mid-Point, so even,
Sees alwaies Half of God's great Hall of Heav'n:
Th'other's beneath him; yet abides not there,
But in a Day doth to him all appear.
Ah, Soverain Artist! O how few of vs
Knowe right the Place where Thou hast plaç't vs thus!
Alas! how many knowe not, to what end
Thy gracious Wisdom did them hither send!

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Yet, giving Man a quick Intelligence,
Thou sett'st him just in the World's Midst; that, thence
Seeing thy Wonders round about him so,
Knowing himself, hee might Thee better knowe.
By th'vsuall Circuit of the Heav'nly Ball,
The Stars appear vnto vs (almost) all;
That Wee, in time, observing all their Figures,
Might contemplate their Courses, Natures, Vigors.
To view the Stars, is honest Recreation:
To search their Course, deserveth Commendation;
So wee beware, with some presuming Sects
To pick things future out of their Aspects.
Wee must renounce That Errors patronage,
That what som Dreamers by our Births presage,
Must needs betide vs; tying to their Lawes
Our nature, govern'd by a Higher Cause.
Perhaps the Signes some inclination bring,
Inducing hearts to som Affectioning:
But, by Gods grace, well may wee vary that;
As, never forç't by necessary Fate.
For, sure if Man, by strong Necessity,
Doo any Ill, ill meriteth not Hee:
Did Stars constrain vs; neither Vertue, then,
Nor Vice, were worth Praise or Reproof in Men.
If any way the Will of Man bee free,
On These Effects what Iudgement's ground can bee?
What Certainty can from the Stars bee knowne
Of Weal, or Woe, Life, Death, or Thrall, or Throne?
When Kings are born, many are born beside:
Must all bee Destin'd to bee Kings, that tide?
Oft, many at-once are hangd, or drown'd, or slain:
Did all at-once their groaning Mothers pain?
Who can conceive, that such or such Aspect
Is good, or bad; boads Life, or Deaths Effect?
Who can produce so sure Prognostications
Of our frail Life, so full of Alterations?
Certain's that Art which shewes the daily Course
Of restless Stars, their influence and force:
But, Divination's an vncertain Skill,
Full of fond Errour, false, and failing still.
What booted, Lord, our humblest Vowes to Thee,
Were their Conclusions certain Verity?
Disastrous Fate would mate vs with Despair,
And frustrate all religious Faith and Praier.
Were it their Sayings were right certain true,
Then, of necessity must all ensue:
But, if Events their Verdicts often thwart,
False is their Aim, and fallible their Art.

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Observe the Works those subtile Authors write;
Th'are so ambiguous, or so false out-right,
That if somtimes som Truth they chance to hit,
They'll counterpoiz a hundred lies for it.
Too-busie-bold with Thee, Lord, they presume;
And to themselves Thine Office they assume,
Who, by Star-gazing, or ought else belowe,
Dare arrogate the Future to fore-knowe.
Wee hardly see what hangeth at our Eies:
How should wee read the Secrets of the Skies?
None knowes, To-morrow what betide him shall:
How then fore-tell Yeers Fortunes yer they fall?
Then leave wee All to God's high Providence;
Not list'ning for To-morrow-Daies Events:
Better then Wee, Hee knowes what's meet to send.
Then fear wee nothing, but Him to offend.
O! Thou All-knower! Nothing more doth thrust
Proud Man from Thee, then This Ambitious Lust
Of knowing All: for, by that Arrogance,
In stead of Knowledge, got Hee Ignorance.
Man nothing knowes, nor nothing comprehends,
But by the Power which Thy pure Spirit him lends.
If then, Thy Wisdom have so bounded His;
Why would Hee hold more then His Measure is?
Let's humbly stoop our Wits, with all Sincerity,
Vnto Thy Word: there let vs seek the Verity:
And all Predictions that arise not Thence,
Let vs reject for impious Insolence.
Let vs repute all Divination vain,
Which is derived from mans fuming brain,
By Lots, by Characters, or Chyromancy;
By Birds, or Beasts, or damned Necromancy.
Let's also flee the furious-curious Spell
Of those Black-Artists that consult with Hell
To finde things lost; and Pluto's help invoke
For hoorded Gold, where oft they finde but smoke.
Hee's fond that thinks Fiends in his Ring to coop,
Or in a knife them by a Charm to hoop.
Such as have try'd those Courses, for the most,
Have felt in fine Their malice, to their cost.
Woe, woe to Them that leave the living God,
To follow Fiends, and Montibanks abroad;
Seeking, for Light, dark, dreaming Sorceries;
And, for the Truth, th'erroneous Prince of Lies.
Condemning therefore all pernicious Arts,
Let's bee contented with our proper Parts:
Let's meekly seek what may bee safely knowne,
Without vsurping God's peculiar Owne.

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W' have Stuff enough (besides) our time to spend;
And Our short life can hardly comprehend
The half of half the Wonders licenst vs
To search, and knowe, and soberly discuss.
The smallest Garden vsually contains
Roots, Fruits and Flowrs, sufficient for the pains
Of one man's life, their natures to descry:
When will hee knowe all Creatures property?
Earth's but a Point, compar'd to th'vpper Globe:
Yet, who hath seen but half her vtter Robe,
Omitting All her Inwards, All her Water?
When shall wee then see All this vast Theater?
What heer wee see, wee see, is Exquisite:
What's This to That so far above our Sight?
Excelling fair, what to our Ey is sensible:
Even to our Soule, the rest's incomprehensible.
Who then can vaunt himself Omniscient?
More, then All, sin-less, Pure and Innocent?
As none's all-guiltless in thy glorious Eyes,
Ther's none all-knowing thy high Mysteries.
Yet must wee praise and glorifie thee fit,
For that wee knowe; and for our good by it:
There is no Pleasure can bee comparable
To Contemplation of Thy Wondrous Table.
Thereon the more wee muse, the more wee may;
So our Delight, Desire increaseth ay
Of finding Thee: and that divine Desire,
Calming our Cares, quencheth our fleshly Fire.
All other Pleasures have Displeasures mixt:
Ioyes meet Annoyes, and Smiles have Tears betwixt:
Yea, all Delights of Earth have ever been
Fellow'd or follow'd, by som tragick Teen.
But, Who of Thee, and Thine, contemplates ever,
Scapes all the Fits of th'hot-cold cruell Fever
Of Fear, of Love, of Avarice, Ambition,
Which haunts all others, with small Intermission.
Man, labour-less, receives a rare Delight,
When hee observes the settled Order right,
Whereby all Creatures (with, or wanting, Sense)
Subsist, through thine Vnchanging Providence.
What more Content can Wee have heer belowe,
More high, more happy? then, but This to knowe
(This certain Sum) That, when This World began,
Thou mad'st Man for Thy-Self, and All for Man.
Th'Horse was not made to glorifie thy Name,
Nor th'Elephant to magnifie the same:
Man, onely Man, hath memory, voice, and wit
To sing thy Praise, and sound thy Glory, fit.

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And, to serve Thee, as Hee is sole ordain'd;
So, to serve Him, Thou hast the rest derrain'd:
All things that flee, that walk, that craul, or swim,
Yea, Heav'n and Earth, and All, are vow'd to Him.
For Him, the Earth yeelds Herbs, Trees, Fruits & Flowrs,
(To sundry purpose, and of sundry powrs)
Corn of all kindes, in Vallies far and wide
(For Bread and Drink) and dainty Vines beside.
For Him, the Rocks a thousand Rivers gush:
Heer, rouling Brooks; There, silver Torrents rush;
Indenting Meads and Pastures, as they pass,
Whose smiling Pride peeps in their liquid Glass.
For Him, the Mountains, Downs and Forrests, breed
Buffs, Beefs, Sheep, Venzon; and the lusty Steed
To bear him bravely thorough thick and thin;
And silly Worms, his Silken Robes to spin.
For Him, the Bullock bears his painfull Yoak:
For Him, the Weather wears his curled Cloak:
For Him, the Birds their brooding-chambers build:
For Him, the Bees their Wax and Hunny yeeld.
For Him, the Sea doth many millions nurse;
With whom, the Air helps both his panch and purse:
The Fire's His Cook, to dress th'aboundant Cheer
Which Air, and Sea, and Earth, doo furnish heer.
Yea, Dragons, Serpents, Vipers venemous,
Have Fel, Fat, Blood; or somwhat good for vs;
In Leprosie, or Lunacie, apply'd:
And Triacle is also hence supply'd.
Hee (briefly) Hee hath vse of all that is;
Winnes the most savage of the Savages:
None so fierce Lion, but to tame hee wonts;
Nor Elephant so high, but that hee mounts;
And makes, besides, of his huge Bones and Teeth,
Hafts, Boxes, Combs; and more then many see'th.
Nay, more: for Him, the fell Monocerote,
Bears on his Brow a soverain Antidote.
Yea, many soverain Remedies Hee findes,
For sundry Griefs, in Creatures of All kindes.
All (in a word) Wilde and Domestick too,
Som way or other, Him som service doo.
For Food, Hee hath the Flesh of Beasts and Birds:
For Clothes, the Fleece, the Hair and Hide of Heards:
For House, each Quarr, and every Forrest, offers:
For Metalls, Mines furnish his Camp and Coffers.
For Him, the jarring Elements agree:
Fire cleers the Air: Air sweeps the Earth, wee see:
Earth bears the Water: Water (moistly-milde)
Cools Fire, calms Air, and gets the Earth with-childe.

776

So, All is made for Man; and Man, for Thee:
To love, and serve and laud Thy Majesty;
Thee above All, Thee onely, to obay;
With Thankfull Soule walking Thy sacred Way.
This doth Hee well, that yeelds his Will to Thine;
Full of Desires, if not of Deeds, divine:
Striving to stoop, vnder the Spirits Awe,
The members stubborn and rebellious Lawe.
For, Man consists of discordant accords
(What the great World, the little World affords.
There Heav'n and Earth; Heer Earth and Heav'n ther are;
There War and Peace; Heer also Peace and War).
Hee hath a Heav'nly Soule, an Earthly Sheath:
That, soars above: This, ever pores beneath:
That, lightly-wingd, All Creatures comprehends;
This, leaden-heel'd, but to Corruption tends.
The Spirit oft against the Flesh doth fight;
And somtimes, vanquisht by his Opposite,
Is carried Captive with the most Dishonor,
After his Foe; and forç't to wait vpon-her;
Till rouz'd again, and raised by Thy Grace,
His striving Will recovers wonted place;
With better Watch, and braver Resolution,
To stand it out, vntill his Dissolution.
Survaying then both Heav'n and Earth about,
He bringeth in, what hee hath seen without;
And, marking well th'Effects of natures visible,
Ascends by those vnto their Cause invisible.
For, but two Organs hath our Soule, whereby
To finde and knowe th'eternall Majesty:
Faith, which beleeves the sacred Word of GOD;
And Reason, reading all His Works abroad.
Those Wonders send vs, to their Author, over;
Those certain Motions, to their certain Mover:
Then Faith conducts vs, where our Reason leaves;
And, what th'Ey sees not, That our Faith conceives.
Faith, firm and lively, doth our Soules perswade,
That, Thy high Powr, of Nothing, All hath made:
Thine Essence is Eternally-Divine:
The World Beginning had, and shall have Fine.
Wee must not say, Of Nought is formed Nought
(Although to Man it may bee justly brought).
Th'eternall Spirit can All, of Nought, produce;
And instantly, to Nothing, All reduce.
Nor may wee ask, What th'Eviternall-One,
That space-less Space, could finde to doo alone.
His Three-One-Self to knowe and to partake,
Is (Count-less) more then Thousand Worlds to make.

777

A passing Artist is no less Compleat,
Then in Composure, in his rare Conceit:
For, in the Knowledge, Art's perfection lies;
And, Works deferd vail not the Work-mans Prize.
The Minde's not idle, though the Hand awhile
Vse neither Pen, Pencil, nor Gouge, nor File.
The Minde's before the Work; and works within,
Vpon th'Idea, yer the Deed begin.
Would wee not say, the World were God indeed,
If from no other it did first proceed?
Eternall, onely is GOD's proper tearm;
Alone preceeding Time, exceeding Term.
The World supports not Thee, nor Thee supplies:
Thou doost Thy-Self sustain, Thy-Self suffize:
And grosly erres who-ever shall suppose,
Thee, Infinite, within a World to close.
And, as wee may not match the Heav'ns Extense
Vnto Thy Circle, infinite, immense:
No more may wee, to Thine Eternal-Age,
Compare the Worlds short, brittle Little Age,
Before All Time, Thou, Everlasting-One,
Decreedst in time, to make the Sun and Moone.
The Worlds few Dayes and ill (with little cumber)
Thy sacred Book will teach vs soon to number.
What Book, what Brass, what Marble, ought can showe
But of an hundred-Thousand Yeers ago?
Had Man been Heer, from an eternall Line,
Heer must have been (sure) som perpetuall Signe:
Of Years, Millions of Millions must have past
From th'end-less Clue of th'eviternall-Vast:
In all these Yeers, of all that did survive,
Of all their Acts, could None to Vs arrive?
Wee hear (and often) of the Babylonians,
Medes, Persians, Grecians, Romans, Macedonians:
But, Where's the Nation, Whose Renowned Glory
Hath liv'd a hundred-thousand Yeers in Story?
Seek All (Greek, Latin, Hebrew) Authors, round,
Of All, will Moses bee the Senior found.
Who (to His Times) in express tearms hath cast
Th'age of the World, with the Descents that past.
Now, from His Daies to Ours, what Yeers amount,
Wee may with ease within few Hours account;
And, adding Both, soon by the Total, finde
Th'age of the World, and of Our crooked Kinde.
Five thousand yeers, five hundred, forty eight,
This Yeer are past; since first This World took Date:

1620.


Since all the Heav'ns, Fire, Water, Air and Earth,
Had, by thy Word, their Being, and their Birth.

778

Then was the Heav'ns azure Pavilion spred,
And with Spur-Royalls spangled over head:
Then those Twin-Princes, with their Train of Light,
Began their Kingdoms over Day and Night.
Then was the Air, the Earth and Sea, repleat
With Birds and Beasts, and Fishes, small and great:
With Plants, and Trees, and Fruits; each yeelding seed
To propagate their Kindes that should succeed.
Then (lastly) Man, thy Master-Piece of Art,
Thou didst appoint to His Imperiall Part;
Innobling Him with Sense and Reason's Light,
And in his Soule, graving Thine Image right:
Gav'st Him Possession of this Earthly Throne,
And gracious Promise of the Heav'nly One:
Immortall Soule, thou daign'dst him to inspire,
Equall (almost) to thine Owne Heav'nly-Quire.
And, as Thy Spirit all other Spirits excells
(Angell, or other that in Body dwells):
So doth his Body all else Bodies passe
For comely Form, and for Majestike Face.
All Creatures else lowe on the ground doo pore,
And groveling feed: but (as was toucht before)
Man hath an Vpright and a stately Stature,
With head aloft, agreeing to his nature;
Which, properly, is to behould the Skies,
To lift to Thee his Heart, his Hand, his Eies:
And by his Soule's discursive powr to peiz
Things past, and present, and of future daies.
For, onely Man can measure, number, waigh;
True, False, Good, Evill; knowe, cast, sound, survay.
Man onely hath an in-reflecting Knowledge
Of his owne Self (from Natures onely Colledge):
Knowes his owne fact, his form, his load, his strength;
Knowes that hee lives, knowes hee must dy (at length):
And, that a ruled sober life, and sage,
Preserves his Health, and may prolong his Age:
Knowes how to finde ease in his owne Disease;
And, if need bee, his Neighbour to appease:
And, for himself and others, make, of Flowrs
Fruits, Herbs and Roots, Vnguents of passing powrs.
But, none so powrfull (when his Term is spent)
As can his Owne or others death prevent:
For, Our short Date (Childe-age, or Wilde-age) ends;
And now but seldom to Old-age extends.
Yet, what is Old-age to ETERNITY?
To Man, expecting IMMORTALITY,
What is't to live som Three or Fourescore Yeer;
Or yet Ten more (in Languor) linger heer?

779

Of all our Time-past, vnderneath the Sunne,
Nothing remains, save Good or Evill done:
Hundreds of Yeers, once past, are less (in Sum)
Then a few Daies, or a few Hours to-come.
For, to say Truth, of Times three-pointed Powrs,
Onely the Present (instant) Point is ours.
W'have, of the Past, but vain Imagination;
Of that To-com, but doubtfull Expectation.
But, to th'Eternall, are All Times, alike
Instant; and present, Dead as well as Quick:
Ay is To-Day with Thee: Lord, in Thy Sight,
Both Past and Future are even equall bright.
Though in Times Terms the Heav'ns revolved bee;
A Thousand Yeers are but One Day with Thee:
And shortest Moment of One onely Day
With Thee is as a Thousand Yeers (for ay).
But, Our set Daies, to vs, are long, or short;
As them, good Accidents, or bad, consort:
Sobriety and Peace prolong our Life:
Which is abbridg'd by Surfet and by Strife.
Excess, or Cares, now, so cut-off our lives,
That, of a thousand, not a man arrives
Neer to the Tythe of the admired Age
Of those that liv'd in Natures Pupillage;
Eight hundred Years; nine hundred, som; som, more;
In Minde and Body, full of Natures store;
To stock the Earth with Issue rationall,
And learn the Course of Heav'ns Star-spangled Ball:
Which, first of all, Their long observance found:
Then, by degrees, they taught their Heirs the ground:
And Wee, from Them (so eas'd of end-less pain)
Derive that Art, Wee could not else attain.
In their long Age they learn'd Heav'ns full Careers
(Not to bee compast in our Span of Yeers)
Whence, One of them might in his life knowe more,
Then, in our Daies, successiuely, a score.
Of Their so long Age whoso doubtfull is,
Let him but look in sacred Genesis:
Where Moses mentions divers famous men
So old; and shewes their Yeers as ours were then.
Th'all-drowning Flood-year did twelve Months contain,
And every Month did his due Daies retain:
Which made vp one Yeer of that Patriarch,
Who liv'd seav'n fifties, having left the Ark;
And was Six hundred when hee came aboord:
Teaching his Sons his wondrous Skill, by word.
See, see, (alas!) how our vnhappy Life
Is now abbridg'd, and charg'd with Mischiefs rife.

780

Had wee not pleasure in thy Works, O GOD,
Soon must wee sink vnder the heavie Load
Of Cares and Crosses (in a thousand things)
Which this, our wretched, sad, short, Way-fare brings.
O! let vs therefore bend our best and most
To magnifie Thee, Lord, in All thine Host:
And so, contempling all thy Goodnes giv'n,
With true Content, begin (in Earth) our Heav'n.
Man, knowing Thee, knowes all that can bee known:
And, having Thee, hath all that is, his Owne:
To long for Thee, is endless Ioy, internall:
Dispos'd to Thee, to Dy, is Life Eternall.
Not knowing Thee; to Live, is daily Dying:
To rest without Thee, is continuall Flying:
But all extreams of Torments passing measure,
In Thee, and for Thee, are exceeding Pleasure.
Yet, no man ought to offer wilfull Force
To his owne Self; nor his owne Soule divorce:
But patiently attend Thy cheerfull Call;
Then, to Thy hands gladly surrender all.
Nor may Wee ween our Soules (as Beasts) to Dy;
And with our Bodies Vanish vtterly:
Death's but a Passage from a Life of Pains,
Vnto a Life where death-less Ioy remains.
W' have, after Death, another Life to see:
As, after Storms, a calm and quiet Lee:
As, after Sicknes, Health: as, after Durance,
Sweet Liberty, with Safety and Assurance.
Two Contraries, oppos'd, in their Extream,
Have This vnfailing Property in them;
That th'One's Privation is the others Ens:
So, Death, concluding, doth our Life commence.
For, on each-other, Contraries depend,
Chain'd (as it were) vnto each others End:
Day after Night: Attonement after Strife:
And, after mortall Death, immortall Life.
Our Soule's immortall then (wee must infer-it)
Having beginning of th'Immortall Spirit:
And they are brute (as Beasts) that doo contend,
That with our Bodies, Soules for ever end.
If there bee GOD immortall, All-scient,
All-mighty, just, benign, benevolent;
Where were his Wisdom, Goodnes, Iustice, Power,
If Vice Hee damn not, nor give Vertue Dower?
Heer, for the most, the Godly suffer still:
Th'Vngodly heer have most the Winde at Will:
Shall they not one-day change their Difference?
And one-day look for Diverse Recompence?

781

Heer, Proud, Rich, Mighty; Meek, Poor, Weak, oppress:
Lions kill Lambes; Fox strips the Fatherless:
O! is there not another Life imperible,
Sweet, to the Guiltless; to the Guilty, Terrible?
Who, for Thy sake, their Liues haue sacrifiz'd,
In all the Torments Tyrants haue deviz'd;
O! how vnhappy were They, were there not
Crowns kept with Thee, for their Eternall Lot!
Then were We Beasts, or worse then Beasts, indeed:
For He were best that could the worst exceed.
Then, Let vs eat, drink, dally, might We say:
If, after This, there were no Shot to pay.
But leaving now that Song of Sensuality,
Beleeue we firm our blessed Immortality;
Blessed for Those, that, in Perseverance,
To Thee alone (Lord) their whole Hopes advance.
Blessed for Those, who, in sincere Humility,
Acknowledging, as knowing their Debility;
Through th'old Corruption of all Adams race:
Them-selues distrusting, only trust Thy Grace.
Thou, Lord (alas!) know'st all our Imperfections,
Our vain Desires, our mutable Affections,
How prone we are to fall; how Wilde, how Wood,
Pursuing Evill, and eschewing Good.
Th'incessant Sway of our continuall Ill,
Requires the Grace of thy prevention still;
And th'odious Fruits our Nature wonts to breed,
Lord, of Thy Mercies haue continuall need.
Of frailty therefore, when our foot shall slip,
Or sway, or stray, or turn-awry, or trip;
Yet flat We fall, vouchsafe thy helping hand,
To raise vs then; and make vs, after, stand.
For, without Thee, our Force is Feebleness;
Our Wisdome Folly; Will is Waywardness:
Our Knowledge, Ignorance; our Hope Despaire:
Our Faith but Phansie, and our All but Aire.
Without Thee, Lord, meer Idols are we all;
W' haue Eyes, but see not: Feet, but cannot craul:
Ears, but we hear not: Senses with-out Sense:
Soules with-out Soule, with-out Intelligence.
Without Thee, all our Counsails and Designes
Are but as Chaffe before the boysterous Windes;
Our Preparations quickly come to nought;
Our Enterprises vanish with a Thought.
Without Thee, boot neither our Foot, nor Horse;
From Thee alone all things deriue their force:
Thou only givest Vertue, Wisdome, Wealth,
Peace, Honour, Courage, Victory, and Health.

782

Thou holdst the hearts of Princes in thy hand:
Their Strength and State is all at thy Command:
No Chance of Warre, no Power, no Policie;
But, Changeless, Thou giv'st Losse, or Victory.
By Thee King's raign; bound, equally to all
To waigh iust Iustice, both to Great and Small;
To reach the good their Sceptre's helpfull Vigour;
And teach the Lewd their Swords severest Rigour.
Who Them reiect, or Their iust Lawes repugne;
Thine Honor, and Thine Ordinance impugne.
They owe their Subiects, Iustice and Defence;
Their Subiects Them, Honor, Obedience.
Each ought to pay Them (in degree, and manner)
Tribute, where Tribute; Honor, to whom Honor;
And, to their People, They their best Protection,
And Each his Owne; without mis-fond Affection:
And think themselues (the while) thy Subiects too,
And bound the more thy sacred Lore to doo:
To shew the more Their Vertues Excellence,
The more their Charge is, and their Eminence.
Iustice due Dooms slackly to execute,
Makes some Disloyall, others Dissolute:
Some too-outrageous, in Wrongs greediness,
Others (on th'other side) in all Excess.
T'hath oft been seen (and in Our Times and Climes)
Good Princes smart for wicked Peoples Crimes:
And somtimes also for their Princes Sin,
Subiects are plagued outward and within.
But, O! how highly happy is the Land
Where a iust Prince doth Prudently command!
And where the People in a Loue-bred Awe,
Pay willing Service, and Obey the Lawe.
O happy! both, People and Prince (in fine)
Where both obey Thy sacred Lawes divine:
Who grately vsing Blessings great and small;
Acknowledge Thee Owner and Lord of All.
Of Thee, in Fee, all Princes of the Earth
Hold their Estates, Goods, Honors, Being, Birth;
And, without Thee, can neither keep, nor get,
Least point of Honour, nor of Earth least bit.
Their Arcenals, without Thee are but vain,
Their Hoords of Treasure, and their Heaps of Grain:
'Tis vaine, without Thee, to affie in Force
Of Men, Munition, Champions, Charrets, Horse.
Without Thee, Order is dis-orderd soon,
Valour soon vanquisht, Policy vndone,
Number but Cumber: and a multitude
Of beaten Souldiers, beaten by few rude.

783

Thou, at thy pleasure, mak'st the deepest Sea
Divide it Self, to giue Thy Servants Way:
And suddenly, again it selfe to close,
To over-whelm Thine and Their stubborn Foes.
Thou, from the Rock mak'st plentious Rivers spout,
For Thine to drink, in sandy Desarts drought.
And, there, from Heav'n send'st them exceeding store
Of Quailes, for meat, till they can eat no more.
Thou fedst them there, with Angels bread (a while)
And gav'st them then a Milk-&-Hony Soyle:
There, without stroak to conquer in the Field;
And, Mine-less make their tumbling Wals to yeeld.
To shew the vse and power of humble prayer;
And How to Thee behooues vs still repaire:
While heart and hands Moses to Heav'n doth strain,
Renowned Iosvah Conquers in the Plain.
Thou, at thy pleasure, mak'st the Sun to stay;
And, without Night, to make one Double Day:
To giue thy Servants compleat Victory;
And ever-raze their Foes foul memory.
Thou, to expresse thy Power (in Gedeons Raign)
Hast by Three hundred, Six-Score Thousand slain:
And, by One man, one Goad-groom (Silly Sangar)
Destroy'd Six hundred, in religious anger.
Thou canst in One a Thousands strength compress,
And place it strangely in his slender Tress:
Which, cut, he lost, and then re-grown, regain'd;
And dying, more then living, Foes he brain'd.
Thou turn'dst to grass, a King of Babylon:
And setst a Shepheard on a Regall Throne.
Thou slew'st a Giant, by a gentle Lad,
Who, for a Pistol, but a Pebble had.
How-many Troubles had that Prophet-Prince!
For happy Service, hatefull Recompence;
Through Hill and Dale, hunted from place to place:
Yet, still preserv'd by thine assisting grace;
And set, at last, vpon his Masters Throne,
Subduing all civill and forain Foen:
Then, in Thine Honour warbles many a Psalm;
And, hoary, leaues his Son, his Kingdom calm.
By Thee, His Sonne, renowned Salomon,
Obtain'd the Name of Wisedoms Paragon:
For, asking onely That, Thou gav'st Him Wealth,
Honor and Peace withall, and Power and Health.
And, as good Princes thus Thou doost advance;
So bringst thou down fell Tyrants Arrogance:
Such as, transported in their Pride extreame,
Dare wrong Thy Saints, or Thy drad Self blaspheme.

784

Senacherib must This confesse, and rew,
With nine-score-Thousand which thine Angel slew,
Of his proud Hoast; besides th'vnkindly Slaughter
Of his owne Self, by his owne Sonnes, soon after.
So, That Baal-blinded, blood-soild, Sin-sold Pair
(In whose sad Dayes the Zealfull Thesbits Praier,
For Seav'n Six-Months, seald-vp thy heav'nly deaws)
Thy Power, Truth, Iustice, in Their Iudgement shews.
Oft-times thy Hook hales moody Tyrants back;
Oft-times themselues by their owne Swords to wrack:
Some-times, by Womens weak vnwarlike hands,
Thou conquer'st Captains, and confoundst their Bands.
Yea, Lord, at all times, in extreamest Straights,
Thy sacred Arme, or Secret Army, waits,
To succour Thine (from Famine, Sword, and Fire;
And all the Plots that Foes, or Fiends, conspire)
And them, so daily, to supply, support
(Their Wants, their Weakness) in so various sort,
That, all thy Wonders of this kinde to count,
Even past Examples, past all Numbers mount.
But, All thy Mercies, vnto All, and Each
Of thine Elect; What Words, what Thoughts can reach!
What Thou hast said, and done vnto Thy Vine,
Thy Loue, Thy Doue, that little Flock of Thine!
To whom Thou spakest divers wayes of old;
In Visions, Dreames, Types, Figures manifold;
By Priests and Prophets; sealing oft thine Oracles
Of Wrath, or Mercy; with respectiue Miracles.
And last of all, when Times full Term was run,
Sent'st vs from Heav'n Thine Owne and onely Son;
Whom coeternall GOD Thou didst ingender,
Thine owne grauen Image, Thine owne Glories splendor;
Th'Eternall Word, by Whom, when All began,
Thou madest All; and since, remadest Man:
The Mediatour, and the Vmpire, giv'n,
To reconcile revolted Earth to Heav'n.
Who, to impart to Vs His Immortality,
Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortality;
And, in all things (except all Sinne alone)
A perfect Man, put all our Nature on.
Borne in the World, to make Vs Born-anew:
In poverty, Vs richly to endew:
Humbling himselfe, that we might raised be:
In Servant's Form, to make vs ever Free;
Came down to Earth, Vs vp to Heav'n to mount:
Was tempted heer; our Tempter to surmount;
Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin:
And Rose againe, our Righteousness to win.

785

How oft did He, visite the Poore and Sick!
Cure the Distracted, and Paralitique;
Restore the Blinde, Deaf, Dumb, and Dead reviue;
And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue!
How many Idiots did He make excell
The Wisest Masters in all Israel!
How many rude, plain, silly Fisher-men,
Rare power-full Preachers; Fishers (then) of Men.
How-many Sin-sick did hee inly cure;
And deep Soule-wounded binde-vp, and assure!
How-many Proud, Loose, Cruell, Couetous,
Made Hee Meek, Modest, Gentle, Bountious.
By Him, deer Father, come we Thee to know,
Thy Word, thy Will; to frame our owne Wils so:
By Him alone, Wisedom we seek and finde;
In Cares and Crosses, to confirm our minde.
By Him alone, Thy sacred Truth we learn
From suttlest Errors cleerly to discern:
By Him all Clowds of darkness are dispell'd;
Idolatrie and Heresie refell'd.
By Him, We pray to Thee; and what we craue
In lively Faith, we are assur'd to haue:
Heav'ns Kingdom first, Soules Feast, and Bodies Food,
Grace, Comfort, Peace, and every needfull Good.
By Him, be We Thy Children of Adoption,
Coheirs of Heav'n, and Vessels of Election:
Becomming Man, He is become our Brother;
So, happy We haue also Thee our Father.
By Him, of Thee, Thine Holy Spirit we haue;
Which in our hearts thy Law doth lively graue:
The Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, of Loue,
Of Power, of Peace, of Wisedom from aboue:
The Spirit, which stayes vs, when in Storms we ride;
And steers vs steddy, in our Calmer Tide:
Which kils the Flesh, and chils infatuate Fires;
To quicken Soules, and kindle Heav'ns-Desires:
Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold,
Giues Stutters Tongues, and makes the bashfull bold;
Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries;
Giues Form, or Life to every thing that is.
In Him, Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling,
Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling:
In Him, Thou mad'st the World and All to moue
In every Part, as doth it best behoue.
Hee, to the fainting heart new heart procures,
Confirmes the feeble, fearfull Soules assures;
Giues Faith, and Hope, Loue, Grace and godly Zeal.
Happy those Soules where He delights to dwell.

786

For, Those He fils with his aboundant Treasures,
In diuers manners, and in diuers measures;
As diuersly befits thy Churches state,
To Plant, or Prune, or Prop, or Propagate.
To som he gives a cleer, quick apprehension;
To som, deep Iudgement; som, Divine Invention:
To som, the door of gracefull Eloquence;
To som, the store of Wisedoms Excellence:
Som, to interpret with Divine dexterity
The sacred Secrets of th'eternall Verity:
Som (School-less Scholars; Learned, study-less)
To vnderstand and speak all Languages:
Som (to confirm their Office, and Thine Oracles)
To work strange Wonders, great and many Miracles;
Reviue the dead, recouer native Euils,
Cure all Diseases; and even cast out Diuels.
Such are th'Effects, Works, Vertues, Gifts and Graces,
Which, by degrees, in divers times and places,
Thy Holy Spirit to silly men hath giv'n;
From Them, to Thee, to raise our hearts to Heav'n.
And, as in our fraile Bodies (through varietie
Of Members, fitted into One Societie)
One very Soule doth actions different,
Som more, Som less, Noble, or Excellent:
So, in the mystick Bodie of Thy Son
(Where many Members Loue vnites in One)
Thine Owne, One Spirit, works actions admirable,
Among themselues more or less honourable.
Yet, orderly, Each his owne Rank observes;
And properly, Each his owne Office serves:
Nor boasteth any, other not to need:
For oft the least, the most of all doth steed.
Therefore the stronger must the weak support:
The safe and sound, cheer the afflicted sort:
The Rich and mighty, not despise Inferiours;
Neither the mean enuy or hate Superiours.
Were All a Head, in This faire Frame of Man;
Where were the Foot, the Hand, the Stomack than?
Were All a Tongue, where should the Eye become?
Were All an Eye, where should the Eare haue room.
O Spirit Eternall! which hast All compos'd;
In Number, Measure, Order, All dispos'd;
Make Charity Vs (mutuall Members) moue;
Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue.
Quench all Contentions, Errors, Heresies,
Which, both our Mindes and Bodies tyrannize:
Quench all Concupiscence, and foule Desire,
Which, both our Bodies and Soules Death conspire.

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Vouchsafe our Soules, Rest; without Schismik strife;
Our Bodies Health, through chaste and sober Life.
What could we ask? what should we rather craue,
Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue?
Sound is the Bodie kept, by keeping Chaste,
With moderate Exercise, and mean repast:
Sound is the Soule, which resteth (sober-wise)
Content in Thee; vn-vext in Vanities.
Sound is the Soule, free from all Self-Sedition
Of Pride, Hate, Envy, Auarice, Ambition,
And all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence;
Binding His Will to Thy Obedience.
Who is so bound (Thy Servant) is most Free:
Most Rich, who leaues all Riches else, for Thee:
Most easie rests, who most for Thee endures:
Most Self-distrusting, most Thy Strength assures.
So Thee to Serue, is euen to Raign: in brief,
So to Obey, is to Command in Chief.
To walke Thy Wayes, is only Libertie.
To learne Thy Learning, ENCYCLOPÆDIE.
O! happy Those that stand in such a state;
And in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate:
Or, if they slip, or trip, or faile, or fall,
Return betimes, and for Thy Mercy call.
For, though thy Law, in Firie Thunder-giv'n,
Threat still the Stubborn, with Revenge from Heav'n;
Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free,
To humbled Soules that Sigh, in Faith, to Thee.
And Thou, who wilt not, Sinners die, but liue;
Hast promis'd, All, so suing, to forgiue.
Thy Word is Truth: Thy Promise to fulfill,
Thou (God of Truth) hast euer Power and Will.
O! Bountious Thou, which doost so oft repaire
Our broken Soules, and keep'st them from Despaire:
And, blessed Wee, whose Faith in Love's Physicion.
Assures our Hope, of all our Sins Remission.
Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulness,
Purpose to mend, Desire of Holiness,
Trust in Thy Mercy; hath no need to doubt
But, by Thy Grace, his Sins are wyped out.
O Cordiall Word! O Comfortable breath!
Reviving Soules, even in the Gates of Death!
From Iawes of Hell, raising our Hopes to Heav'n!
Therefore, deer Lord, To Thee all Praise be giv'n.
Who shall accuse vs now, if Thou acquight?
God being with vs, what can vs affright?
Our Faith in Thee (O!) What can shake, or shock;
So surely fixt vpon so firme a Rock?

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What shall divide vs, Lord, from Loue of Thee?
Shall Shame? shall Sorrow? shall Adversity?
Shall Famine? Plague? War? Wealth, or Want? (In sum)
Shall Life? shall Death? things Present, or to Come?
Stay, stay vs, Lord, and steel our feeble harts,
Against the sting of temporary Smarts:
Draw, draw our Soules neer to thy Self, O Lord,
With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit and Word.
Guide, guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way,
During our Durance in This house of Clay;
That when This Prison shall be broken down,
We may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown.
So shall We ever, with a voyce Divine,
Sing Halleluiahs to th'ETERNAL TRINE;
Record thy Mercies, which all Thoughts surmount;
And Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount:
Svpernall Lord, Eternall King of Kings,
Maker, Maintainer, Mouer of All things,
How infinite! How excellently-rare!
How absolute! Thy Works, Thy Wonders are!
How-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd!
How, THOV, in All, to be of All admir'd!
FINIS.