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In what hauc my mistaking wishes err'd ?
See for this worke how things are newly styl'd, Why profit more than honesty preferr'd ?
Man is declar'd, almighty! God, a child ! Could my sharpe words another man incense? The Worde made flesh, is speechlesse, and tho Or were my bookes compos'd to breed offence?
Light How comes it, that corrupted nature drawes Begins from clouds, and sets in depth of night; My will froin discipline's ameniling lawes ?” Bebold the Sunne eclips'd for many yeeres, Thus going slowly through his words and deeds, And eu'ry day more dusky robes he weares, He froin one eu’ning to the next proceeds:
Till after totall darknesse shining faire,
In two processions: let the first descend
In creeping violets, white lillies shine CLAUDIAV'S EPIGRAM OF THE OLD Their humble thoughts, and eu'ry pure designe ; MAN OF VEROVA.
The other troope shall climbe witli sacred heate,
The rich degrees of Salomon's bright scate, Turice happy he, whose age is spent vpon his owne,
In glowing roses feruent zeale they beare,
And in the azure nowre-de-lis appeare
Celestiall contemplations, which aspire
Aboue the skie, vp to th’iminortal quire.
[kept ; His mein'ry long descents of one poore cote hath He through the various strise of fortune neuer past, Nor as a wand'ring guest would forraine waters taste;
OF THE EPIPHANY. He neuer fear'd the seas in trade, nor sound of Nor, in boarse courts of law, hath felt litigious Faire easterne starre, that art ordain’d to runne iarres;
Before the sages, to the rising Sunne, Vnskilfull in affaires, be knowes no city neare,
Here cease thy course, and wonder that the cloud So freely he enioyes the sight of Heau’n more cleare; of this poore stable can thy Maker shroud: The yceres by seu'rall corne, uot consuls, he com
Ye, heauenly bodies, glory to be bright, putes,
(the fruits ; And are esteem'd, as ye are rich in light: He notes the Spring by dowres, and Autumne by But here on Earth is taught a diff'rent way, One space put downe the Sunne, and brings againe Since vnder this low roofe the Highest lay;
lerusalem erects her stately towrés, Thus by a certaine orbe he measures out the dayes, Displayes her windowes, and adornes her bowres : Remembring some great oke from small beginning Yet there thou must not cast a trembling sparke. spred,
(was bred. Let Herod's palace still continue darke, He sees the woud grow old, which with himselfe
Each schoole and synagogue thy force repels, Verona, next of townes, as farre as India seemes, There Pride, enthron’d in misty errours, dwels. And for the ruldy sea, Benacus he esteemes : The temple, where the priests maintaine their Yet still his armes are firme, his strength vntam'd quire, and greene;
(seene. Shall taste no beame of thy celestiall fire. The full third age hath him a Justy grandsire While this weake cottage all thy splendour takes, Let others trauaile farre, and hidden coasts dis
A joyfull gate of eu'ry chinke it makes. play,
Here shines no golden roofe, no ju'ry staire, This man hath more of life, and those haue more No king exalted in a stately chaire,
Girt with attendants, or by heralds styrd,
The cribbe becomes an altar; therefore dies
The Prince of Peace, who, thankfull for his bed, FALLING ON THE SAME DAY, MARCH 25, 1627.
Destroyes those rites, in which their blood was shed: Tarice happy day, which sweetly do'st combine The quintessence of earth he takes and fees, Two hemispheres iu th’equinoctiall line:
And precious gummes distill’d from weeping trees, The one debasing God to earthly paine,
Rich metals, and sweet odours, now declare The other raising man to endlesse raigne.
The glorious blessings, which his lawes prepare Christ's humble steps declining to the wombe,
To cleare vs from the base and lothsome flood Touch heau'niy scales erected on his tombe : Of sense, and make vs fit for angels' food, We first with Gabriel must this Prince conuay
Who lift to God for vs the holy smoke Into his chamber on the marriage day,
Of feruent pray’rs, with which we him inuoke, Then with the other angels, cloth'd in wbite,
And trie our actions in that searching fire, We will adore him in this conqu’ring night :
By which the seraphims our lips inspire : The Sonne of God a:suming humane breath, No muddy drosse pure min'ralls shall infect, Becomes a subiect to his rass:Jl Death,
We shall exhale our vapours vp direct: That graues and Hell laid open by his strife,
No storines shall crosse, nor glitt'ring lights ceface shay give vs passage to a better like
Perpetuall sighes, which seeke a happy place.
V PON THE TWO GREAT FEASTS OF THE
The lowly Earth more than the Heau'n hath grace. These steppes as helpes our humble minds incline,
AVODE OF THE BLESSED TRINITIE.
Myse, that art dull and weake,
Opprest with worldly paine,
If strength in thee remaine,
of things diuine to sp ake:
And with a chearefull voice thy wonled silence
No cold shall thee benumme,
Nor darknesse taint thy sight;
To thee new heate, new light,
Shall from this obiect come,
Whose praises if thou now wilt sound aright,
Whence shall we then begin
To sing, or write of this,
Where no beginning is?
Or if we enter in,
Where shall we end? The end is endlesse blisse;
Tlaice happy we, if well so rich a thread we spinne.
For Thee our strings we touch,
Thou that art Three, and One,
Whose essence, though vnknowne,
Beleeu'd is to be such;
To whom what ere we giue, we giue thine owne,
And yet no mortall tongue can giue to thee so much.
See, how in rayne we trie d
And able is to weane deluded mindes
To find some tipe, t'agree
With this great One in Three,
Yet can none such descrie,
If any like, or second were to thee,
Here faile inferiour things,
The Sunoe, whose heate and light
Make creatures warme and bright,
A feeble shadow brings :
The Supne shewes to the world his Father's might,
Let vs ascend more neare,
'Yet still within the spheare
Of our connat'ral skill,
'e may behold how in our soules we beare
We can no bigher goe
To search this point diuine;
Here it doth chiefly shine,
This image must it show :
T embrace those certaine grounds, which from true.
fajih must flow.
To him these notes direct,
Who not with outward hands,
Nor by his strong commands,
Whence creatures take effect:
While perfectly himselfe he vnderstands,
From these, the spring of loue,
The holy Ghost proceeds,
Who our affection feeds
With those cleare flames, which moue
From that eternall Essence which them breeda,
Stay, stay, Parnassian girie,
Wouldst thou, poore weary man, thy limbs repose Ilere thy descriptions faint,
Behold my house, where truc contentment growes: Thou humane shapes canst paint,
Not like the baites, which this seducer giues,
Whose blisse a day, whose torment euer liues.
kegard not these vaine speeches, let them gae,
This is a poore worme, my contemned foe, But now thou mayst perceiue
Bold thredbare Vertue; who dare promise more The weaknesse of thy wings;
From empty bags, than I from all my store : And that thy noblest strings
W'hose counsels make men draw vnquiet breath, 'To muddy obiects cleaue :
Expecting to be happy after death. Then praise with humble silence heau'nly things
Canst thou now make, or hast thou euer made,
Heare this my challenge, one example bring
Of all the world, fearing no out ward check,
And guiding others by his voice or beck:
More gall than hony in his restlesse mind.
Such glories shine, such piercing beames are
And thou, whose wand'ring feet were running and ill tis fi rrest in deepe silence drownd,
downe I'mist my labour and my journey cease, Th’ infernall steepenessc, looke vpon this crowne: Bi mile's in raine / sought for rest and peace ; Within these folds lie hidden no deceits, 11" 200 porccine that man's vnquiet mind,
No golden lures, on which perdition waites :
But when thine eyes the prickly thornes haue past,
These things are now most cleare, thee I imbrace :
Immortall wreath, let worldlings count thee base,
AN ACT OF CONTRITION.
When first my reason, dawning like the day, O thou whose speeches sound, whose beauties
Disperst the clouds of childish sense away : shine!
God's image fram'd in that superior tow'r, Not like a creature, but some pow'r diuine,
Diuinely drew mine vnderstanding pow's Teach me thy stile, thy worth and state declare,
To thinke vpon his greatnesse, and to feare
His darts of thunder, which the mountaines teare,
Tacknowledge him a higher ihing than mas,
My next discourse, erected by his grace,
Conceiues him free from bounds of time or place,
The steps which in his various workcs are seald,
The doctrines in his sacred church reueal'd, Afraid to lose the fleeting dayes and nights,
Were all receiu'd as truths into my mind, They seaz. on times, and spend it in delights.
Yet durst I breake his lawes, O strangely blind! My right hand with triumphant crownes is storld,
My festring wounds are past the launcing care, Which all the kings of former times ador'd: Which terrour giues to thoughts at first impures These gifts are thine: then enter where no strife,
No helpe remaines these vlcers to remoue,
Vnlesse I scorch them with the flames of loue.
To gracious beames of those indulgent eyes,
Which in thy Sonne's blood washt my parents' If solid vertues dwell not but in paine,
I will not wish that golden age againe,
Of desolation, as in white attire,
But more thro' boldnesse when the daies are faire.
This then must be the med'cine for my woes,
In mine afflictions, to obey his voyce,
IN SPIRITUALL COMFORT.
Exough delight, O mine eternall good!
I feare to perish in this fiery flood :
And doubt, least beames of such a glorious light
Should rather blind me, than extend my sight : Thy chearefull face from me no longer hide,
For how dare mortals here their thoughts erect
But God inuites them in his boundlesse lode,
And lifts their heauy minds to things aboue.
Who would not follow such a pow'rful guide
Immid'st of flames, or through the raging tide ?
What carelesse soule will not adınire the grace As neither thoughts conceiue, or words relate.
Of such a Lord, who knowes the dang’rous place How great a distance parts vs! for in thee
In which his seruants liue; their natiue woes,
Their weake defence, and fury of their foes :
And casting dow'ne to Earth these golden chaines,
From Hel's steepe brinke their sliding steps re
His deare affection flies with wings of haste;
He will not stay till this short life be past:
But in this vale, where teares of griefe abound,
He oft with teares of ioy his friends bath drown'd. Which can the soule to heau’nly comforts lift.
Man, what desir’st thou? Wouldst thou purchase It will not shine to me, whose mind is drown'd
health, In sorrowes, and with worldly troubles bound.
Great honour, perfect pleasure, peace, and wealth?
All these are here, and in their glory raigne :
In other things these names are false and vaine, swell.
True wisdome bids vs to this banquet haste,
That precious nectar may renew the taste
Of Eden's dainties, by our parents lost
But Mercy comes the latter stroke to stay,
And (leauing mortall bodies to the knife
Of lustice) strives to saue the better life,
No sou’raigne med'cine can be halfe so good
Again:t destruction, as this angel's food,
This inward illustration, when it finds
A seate in humble and indiff'rent minds.
If wretched men contemne a Sunne so bright,
Dispos'd to stray and stumble in the night,
And seeke contentment where they oft bane
By deare experience, that there can be none,
They would much more neglect thcir God, their
If ought were found whereon they might depend, The want of feeling seem'd the want of crimes ?
Within the compasse of the gen'rall frame: Man sinning oft, though pardon'd oft, exceeds Or if some sparkes of this celestiall fta ne
The falling angels in malicious deeds : Had not ingrau'd this sentence in their brest : When we in words would tell the sinner's shame, “ In him that made them is their onely rest.” To call him Diuell is too faire a name,
Should we for euer in the chaos dwell,
We there no toule and darksome formes shall find
Sufficient to describe a guilty mind.
Search thro' the world, we shall not know a thing, Sweet Hope is soueraigne comfort of our life:
Which may to reason's eye more horrour bring, Our joy in sorrow, and our peace in strife:
Than disobedience to the Highest cause, The dame of beggers, and the queene of kin2s : An obstinate auersion from his lawes. Can these delight in height of prosp'rous things, The sinner will destroy God, if he can. Without expecting still to keepe them sure ? ( what hath God deseru'd of thee, poore man, Can those the weight of heany wants endure, That thou should'st holdly strive to pull him downc Vulesse perswasiun i stant paine allay,
From his bigh throne, and take away his crowne? Reserving spirit for a better day?
What blindnesse moues tbee to vnequall fight? Our God, who planted in his creatures' brest See how thy fellow creatures scorne thy might, This stop, on which the wheeles of passion rest, Yet thou prouok'st thy Lord, as much too great, Hath ravs'd, by beames of his abundant grace, As thou too weake for his imperiall seate ! This strong affection to a higher place.
Behold a silly wretch distrarted quite, It is the second vertue wbich attends
Extending towards God his feeble spite, That soule, whose motion to his sight ascends.
And by his poys'nous breath bis hopes are faire Rest here, my mind, thou shalt no longer stay To blast the skies, as it corrupts the aire. To gaze vpon these houses made of clay :
Vpon the other side thou inayst perceiue Thou shalt not stoope to honours, or to lands, A mild Commandler, to whose army cleaue Nor golden balles, where sliding fortune stands : The sparkling starres, and each of them desires If no false colours draw thy steps anisse,
To fall and drowne this rebell in their fires. Thou hast a palace of eternall blisse,
The cloudes are ready this proud foe to tame, A paradise from care, and feare exempt,
Pull fraught with thunderbolts, and lightnings' An obiect worthy of the best attempt.
flame. Who would not for so rich a country fight?
The Earth, his mother, greedy of his doome,
That this degen'rate sonne may liue no more,
bore. For lower I can find no place to stand.
The sauage beasts, whose names his father gaue,
Make sute to seaze him as their lawfull prey.
No friends are left: then whither shall he flie?
To that offended King, who sits on bigh, Berold what riuers feeble nature spends,
Who hath deferr'd the battell, and restrain'd And melts vs into seas at losse of friends!
His souldiers, like the winds in fetters chain'd: Their mortall state this fountaine neuer dries,
For let tbe sinner leaue bis hideous maske,
God will as soone forgiue, as he shall aske.
OF THE MISERABLE STATE OF MAN. Such streames require a bigh and noble end. I.
man, the best of creatures, growne the worst? As waters in a chrystall orbe contajn'd
He once most blessed was, now most accurst: Aboue the starry firmament are chain'd
His whole felicity is endlesse strife, To coole the fury of those raging names,
No peace, no satisfaction, crownes his life; Which eu'ry lower spheare by motion frames :
No such delight as other creatures take, So this continuall spring within thy head
Which their desires can free and happy make : Must quench the fires in other members bred.
Our appetites, which seeke for pleasing good, If to our Lord our parents had been true,
Haue oft their wane and full; their ebbe and floud; Our teares had been like drops of pleasing dew:
Their calme and stormes: the neuer - constant But sinne hath made them full of bitter paines,
Moone, Vntimely children of afflicted biaines:
'The seas, and nimble winds, not halfe so soone Yet they are chang’d, when we oar sinnes lament,
Incline to change ; while all our pleasure rests To richer pearles chan from the East are sent.
In things which vary, like our wau’ring brests.
To haue more pris'ners, which increase his care;
The more his goods, the more bis dangers are : What pensill shall I take, or where begin, This sayler sees his ship about to drowne, To paint the ugly face of odious Sinne?
And he takes in more wares to presse it downe.