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Poemata sacra

Latinae & Anglicae scripta [by John Saltmarsh]
Saltmarsh, John
  
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POEMS UPON SOME OF the holy raptures of DAVID.
  
TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFULL SIR THO. METHAM MY HONOURED FRIEND, and his vertuous Lady, the Lady METHAM.
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Meditation I. By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea we wept, Psal. 137.
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Meditat. II. We hanged our harps upon the willows, Psal. 137.
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Meditat. III. I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping, Psal. 102.
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Meditat. IV. My dayes are like a shadow that declineth, Psal. 102.
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Meditat. V. Wilt thou shew wonders on the dead? Psal. 88.
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Meditat. VI. The Emblemes of the resurrection.
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Meditat. VII. THE RESURRECTION.
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Meditat. VIII. Create in me a clean heart, Psal. 51.
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Meditat. IX. He healeth the broken hearted, and bindeth up their wounds, Psal. 146.
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Meditat. X. The Lord is nigh to all those that call upon him, Psal. 145.
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Meditat. XI. The Lord looseth the prisoners, Psal. 156.
  
A Meditation upon the Song of Songs,
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TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFULL George Butler Esquire, one of his Majesties Councell established in the North.
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THE PICTURE OF GOD IN MAN,
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Chap. I. Why called the Picture.
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Chap. II.
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Chap. III. A representation of God in man.
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Chap. IV. The Image of God in man.
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Chap. V. Gods Picture not in the bodie of man.
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Chap. VI. Gods Picture in the soul, and what it is.
  
A meditation upon Eternitie.
  
Upon the rest on the Lords day.

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Meditat. V. Wilt thou shew wonders on the dead? Psal. 88.

Man dies, his soul and bodie part, that spark
Of fire divine flies up, while in a dark
Close urn the ashie part is left behinde
Both cold and pale. Peep in anon, you'l finde
The tenement that lodg'd it to decay,
Ambitious, mingling dust with finer clay.
Oh when this bodie's fall'n, each arterie
Unlac't, each nerve and sinew carelesly
Shiver'd, and every vein rent, let me know,
If thou canst build again good God; for lo
The fabrick's ruin'd, and the timber's lost:
Each ivorie pillar of unvalued cost,
That so upheld this edifice of man,
With all the contignation's fall'n: who can
Spie where th'are scatter'd? yet my God, who first
Built them, can gather them, though thus disperst.
There's not an atome of thee but shall be
Officious to unite: my God is he
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That marries and divorces, he that can
In pieces take this curious frame of man,
And recompose't: then soul and body both,
Part; ye shall meet again: why are ye loth?
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