A progresse of pietie. Or the harbour of heauenly harts ease to recreate the afflicted soules of all such as are shut vp in anye inward or outward affliction. By Iohn Norden.

This tendeth to a true deniall of ourselues, in mortifying our affe∣ctions, whereby we ouer greedi∣ly imbrace the pleasures of this world.

COrrupt and filthy are we all, the proudest man is dust: No comfort here: we liue in thral. and linger here in lust. The sweetest of delights that we can chuse to please our will: what brings it vs? who doth not se that pleasures turne to ill?

Art thou a mā whose state is great if pompe exalt thy mind: What then? Thy soul with sin im∣pleat bewraies thy plesures blind. A dolefull bell doth wait to ring. when thou secure shalt die: what song of glory canst thou sing when corpes in graue shall lie?

What shal auaile thy lofty lookes? whereat the poore doe quake. And what thy Machauilian bokes whose cursed slights for s••ke? Thy brauest buildings high in state thy golden gods but dust: Thy Thrasoes & thy Gnatoes mate no more shall serue thy lust.

Thy formal friends that fawne on thee & please the time for gaine: wil sigh in shew: but shrink frō the whē most thou groanst in pain: The rich aray which here doth make thy stinking carcasse gay: Thy foe, when thou art gone, will take & laugh; & thou in clay.

No state so strong, no man so sure, no office or degree: Can graunt vs warrant to endure, beyond our time we see. Why then doth flesh triumph, & braue it selfe in pleasing daies: Yet sinks in sins, at last the graue our grosse farewell displaies.

Oh then in hast and happie time, bid all this trash farewell:

Ye high and low of dung & slime, to day leaue of to swell, Subdue ye pride, denie your will, now mortifie your lust: No share els in Gods holy hill, ye haue, to hell ye must.