Diuine poems containing the history of [brace] Ionah, Ester, Iob, Sampson : Sions [brace] sonets, elegies / written and newly augmented by Fra. Quarles.

SIONS SONETS.

BRIDE. SONET. I.

1.

O That the bounty of those lips divine, Wold seale their favors, on these lips of mine, That by those welcome* 1.1 kisses, I might see The mutuall love, betwixt my Love and me, For truer blisse, no worldly joy allowes, Than sacred Kisses, from so sweet a Spouse, With which, no earthly pleasures may compare, Rich Wines are not so delicate as they'r.

2.

NOr Myrrh, nor Cassia, nor the choice perfume•• Of unctious Narde, or Aromaticke fumes Of hot Arabia, doe enrich the Aire With more delicious sweetnesse, than the faire Reports, that crowne the merits of thy Name, With heavenly Lawrels of eternall fame; Which makes the* 1.2 Virgins fix their eyes upon thee And all that view thee, are enamour'd one thee.

3.

O Let the beauty of thy Su••-like face Inflame my soule, and let thy glory chace Disloyall thoughts: Let no•• the World allure My chaste desires, from a Spouse so pure; But when as time shall place me on thy* 1.3 Throne, My feares shall cease, and interrupt by none, I shall transcend the stile of Transitory, And full of Glory, still be fill'd with glory.

4.

BVt you, my curious (and too nice) allyes, That view my fortunes, with too narrow eyes, You say my face is* 1.4 black, and foule; 'tis true; I'm beauteous, to my Love, though black to you; My censure stands not upon your esteeme, He sees me as I* 1.5 am; you, as I seeme; You see the Clouds, but he discernes the Skie; Know, 'tis my* 1.6 mask that lookes so black, not I.

5.

WHat if Afflictions doe dis-imbellish My naturall glory, and deny the rellish Of my adjourned beauty, yet disdaine not Her, by whose necessary losse, you gaine not; I wa•• inforc'd to swelter in* 1.7 the Sun,

〈◊〉〈◊〉* 1.8 keepe a strangers Vine, left mine alone; ••eft mine owne, and kept a strangers Vine; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fault was* 1.9 mine, but was* 1.10 not onely mine.

6.

O Thou, whose love I prize above my life, More worthy farre t' enjoy a fairer wife, Tell me, to what cool shade dost thou resort? ••here graze thy Sheepe, where doe thy lambs dis∣port 〈◊〉〈◊〉 from the scorching of this* 1.11 sowltry weather? 〈◊〉〈◊〉 tell thy Love, and let thy Love come thither: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 (gentle Shepheard) fits it thee, to cherish ••hy private Flocks, and let thy true Love* 1.12 perish?

BRIDEGROOME. SONET. II.

ILlustrious Bride, more radiant and more* 1.13 bright, Then th'eye of Noon, thrice fairer then the light; Thou dearest off-spring of my dying blood, ••ad treasure of my soule, why hast thou stood ••arching so long in those ambitious beames? Come, come & coole thee in these silver* 1.14 streams! ••nshade thy face, cast back those golden Locks, And I will make thee* 1.15 Mistris of my Flocks.

2.

O Thou, the Center of my choyce desires, In whom I rest, in whom my soule respires; Thou art the flowre of beauty, and I prize thee Above the world, how e're the world despise thee: The blinde imagines all things black by kinde; Thou art as beautifull, as they are blinde: And as the fairest troopes of Pharoes steeds Exceed the rest, so Thou the rest exceeds.

3.

THy* 1.16 cheek (the garden where fresh beauty plā•••• Her choicest flowers) no adorning wants; There wants no relish of* 1.17 diviner grace, To summe compleatnesse, in so sweet a face; Thy Neck, without a blemish, without blot, Than pearl's more orient, cleare from stain or spot; Thy Gemms and Iewels, full of curious art, Imply the sacred treasures of thy heart.

4.

THe Sun-bright glory of thy resounding fame, Addes glory, to the glory of thy Name; The more's thy honor (Love) the more thou striv'st To honour me; thou gainest what thou giv'st: My Father (whom our Contract hath made thine) Will give thee large endowments of* 1.18 divine, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 everlasting treasure; Thus by me Thou shalt be rich, that am thus rich, in thee.

BRIDE. SONET. III.

OH, how my soule is ravisht with the joyes That spring like fountains frō my tru-loves voice 〈◊〉〈◊〉 cordiall are his lips! How sweet his tongue! Each word, he breathes, is a melodious song; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 absent (ah) how is my glory dim! 〈◊〉〈◊〉 have no beauty, not deriv'd from Him; What e're I have, from Him alone, I have, And he takes pleasure in those gifts he gave▪

2.

AS fragrant Myr••h, within the bosome hid, Sents more delicious, than (before) it did, And yet receives no sweetnesse from that brest, That proves the sweeter for so sweet a guest; Even so the favour of my dearest Spouse, Thus priz'd and placed in my heart, endowes My ardent soule with sweetnesse, and inspires With heavenly ravishment, my rapt desires.

3.

WHo ever smelt the breath of morning flowres, New sweet'nd with the dash of twilight shoures, Of pounded Amber, or the flowring Thyme, Or purple violets, in their proudest prime, Or swelling Clusters, from the Cypresse tree? So sweet's my Love; I farre more sweet is He: So faire, so sweet, that Heavens bright eye is dim, And flowers have no sent, compar'd with Him.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET. IIII.

O Thou, the joyes of my sufficed heart, The more thou think'st me fair, the more thou art; Looke in the Christall Mirrours of mine eyes, And view thy beauty; there thy beauty lyes: See there, th'unmated glory of thy Face, Well mixt with Spirit, and divinest grace; The eyes of Doves, are not so faire, as* 1.19 thine: O, how those eyes, inflame these eyes of mine!

BRIDE. SONET V.

MOst radiant, and refulgent Lampe of light, Whose midday beauty, yet ne're found a night, 'Tis thou, 'tis onely thou art faire; from Thee Reflect those* 1.20 rayes, that have enlightned mee, And as bright Cinthia's borrow'd beames doe shine From Titan's glory, so doe I, from thine; So dayly flourishes our fresh delight, In dayly* 1.21 giving, and receiving light.

2.

NOr does thy glory shine to me alone; What place, wherein thy glory hath not shone But O, how fragrant with rich odour, smells That* 1.22 sacred House, where thou my true Love dwells?

〈◊〉〈◊〉 is it strange: How can those places bee 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fill'd with sweetnesse, if possest with thee! 〈◊〉〈◊〉 heart's a Heaven, for thou art in that heart, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 presence makes a Heaven, where e're thou art.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET VI.

THou soveraigne Lady of my select desires, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 I, I am He, whom thy chaste soule admires: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Rose, for smell, the Lily to the eye, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 so sweet, is not so faire as I: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 vailed beautie's not the glorious prize Of common sight:* 1.23 within, my beautie lies, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ne'rethelesse,* 1.24 my glory were but small, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 should want, to honour thee with all.

2.

NOr doe I boast my excellence alone, But thine (deare spouse) as whō, the world hath none 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to faith, so pure in love, as whom 〈◊〉〈◊〉 not a Bride, so fits so chaste a Grome; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 as the fairest Lily doth exceede 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fruitlesse Bramble, or the foulest weede, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 (my love) dost thou exceed the rest, ••••••fect beautie of a loyall brest.

BRIDE. SONET VII.

••Ooke how the fruitfull tree (whose ladē bough•• With swelling pride, crowne Autumnes smiling (browes)

Surpasses idle shrubs, even so in worth, My love transcends the worthies of the earth: He was my shore, in shipwracke; and my shelter, In stormes; my shade, when I began to swelter; If hungry, he was Food; and if opprest With wrongs, my Advocate; with toile, my rest.

2

I Thirsted; and full charged to the brinke, He gave me* 1.25 bowles of Nectar, for my drinke And in his sides, he broacht me (for a signe Of dearest love) a Sacramentall wine; He freely gave; I freely dranke my fill; The more I dranke, the more remained still: Did never Souldier, to his Colours prove More chaste, than I, to so entire a Love.

3.

O How his beautie sets my soule on fire! My spirits languish, with extreame desire; Desires exceeding limits, are too lavish, And wanting meanes to be effected, ravish; Then let thy* 1.26 breath, like flaggons of strong wine Releeve and comfort this poore heart of mine; For I am sicke, till time (that doth delay Our Marriage) bring our joyfull Marriage day.

4.

TIll then, O let my dearest Lord, by whom, These pleasing paines of my sweet sorrowes com•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 for me his vowes, and with his due resort, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 me, to make the sullen time seeme short: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 his sweet presence, may I still be blest, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 barr'd from whom, my soule can finde no rest; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 let all times be prosp'rous, and all places 〈◊〉〈◊〉 witnesse to our undefil'd Embraces.

5.

ALl you, whose seeming favours have profest The true affection of a loyall brest, ••••ge you all by the true love you beare 〈◊〉〈◊〉 friendship, or what else yee count most deare, ••isturbe ye not my Love, O doe not reive 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of his joyes, that is so apt to grieve; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 not to breake his quiet slumbers, lest 〈◊〉〈◊〉 rouze a raging Lyon from his rest. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 not his spirit with your sinnes.

6.

HArke, harke, I heare that thrice-celestial voic•• Wherein my spirits, rapt with joyes, rejoyce; ••••ice, that tels me, my beloved's nie; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the Musicke, by the Majestie: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he comes; 'Tis not my* 1.27 blemisht face 〈◊〉〈◊〉 slacke the swiftnesse of his winged pace; ••••old he comes; His Trumpet doth proclaime; ••••comes with speed; A truer love ne're came.

7

BEhold the fleetnesse of his nimble feet: The Roe-Bucke, & the Hart were ne're so fleet, The word I spake, flew not so speedy from me, As He, the treasure of my soule comes to me, He stands behinde my wall, as if in doubt Of welcome: Ah, this* 1.28 Wall debarres him out; O, how injurious is this Wall of sin, That barres my Lover out, and bolts me in!

The BRIDE in the person of the BRIDEGROOME. SONET VIII.

HArke, harke, me thinks I heare my true love say Breake downe that envious bar & come away Arise (my dearest Spouse) and dispossesse Thy soule of doubtfull feares, nor overpresse Thy tender spirits, with the dull despaire Of thy demerits: (Love) thou art as faire, As Earth will suffer: Time will make thee clearer, Come forth (my love) then whom, my life's ne•••• dearer

2.

COme forth (my joy,) what bold affront of fear Can fright thy soule, & I, thy Champion here 'Tis I that call, 'tis I, thy Bridegroome, calls thee, Be••ide it me, what ever evill befalls thee: The winter of thy sharpe Afflictions gone: Why fear'st thou cold, and art so neare the Sunne

〈◊〉〈◊〉 thy Sunne, if thou be cold, draw nearer: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 forth (my Love) then whō my life's not dea∣rer••

3.

COme forth (my dear) the spring of joyes invite thee, The* 1.29 flowers contend for beautie to delight thee Their sweet ambition's onely, which might be 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sweet, most faire, because most like to thee: 〈◊〉〈◊〉* 1.30 Birds (sweet Heralds of so sweet a Spring) ••arble high notes, and Hymeneans sing: ••••ing, with joy, t' enjoy so sweet a Hearer: Come forth (my love) thē whō my life's not dearer.

4

THe prosperous* 1.31 Vlne, which this deare hand did plant Tenders due service to so sweet a Saint: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 hidden Clusters swell with sacred pride, 〈◊〉〈◊〉* 1.32 kisse the lips of so, so faire a Bride: 〈…〉〈…〉 in their leafes, they lurke, fearing to be Discryde by any, till first seene by thee: The clouds are past, the heavens cannot be clearer Come forth (dear love) thē whō my lif's not dearer.

5.

MY Dove, whō daily* 1.33 dangers teach new shifts, That like a Dove, dost haunt the secret clifts Of solitary Rockes: How e're thou be Reserv'd from others, be not strange to me,

Call me to rescue, and this brawnie Arme Shall quell thy Foe, & fence thy soule, from harme; Speake (Love,) Thy voice is sweet; what if thy face, Be drencht with teares; each teare's a several grace.

6.

ALl you that wish prosperity and peace, To crowne our contract, with a long encrease Of future joyes, O shield my simple Love From those that seeke her ruine, and remov The base Opposers of her best designes; Destroy the Foxes, that destroy her Vines; Her Vines are fruitfull, but her tender grapes Are spoil'd by Foxes, clad in humane shapes.

The BRIDE in her owne person. SONET IX.

WHat greater joy can bless my soule, thē this That my beloved's mine, and I am his! Our soules are knit; the world cannot untwine The joyfull union of his heart, and mine; In him, I live; in him, my soule's possest With heavenly solace, and eternall rest: Heaven onely knowes the blisse, my soule enjoyes, Fond earth's too dull, to apprehend such ioyes.

2.

THou sweet perfection of my full delights, Till that bright* 1.34 Day, devoted to the rites Of our solemniz'd Nuptialls, shall come, Come live with me, & make this heart thy Home:

〈◊〉〈◊〉 me not: Although my face appeare 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and cloudie, yet my heart is* 1.35 cleare; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 haste: Let not the swift-foot Roe-bucke flee 〈◊〉〈◊〉 following Hounde so fast, as thou to me.

3.

•• Thought my Love had taken up his rest, Within the* 1.36 secret Cabin of my brest; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thought the closed curtaines did immure 〈◊〉〈◊〉 gentle slumbers, but was too secure; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 (driven with love) to the false bed I* 1.37 stept 〈◊〉〈◊〉 view his slumbring beautie, as he slept, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he was gone; yet plainely there was seene The curious dint, where he had lately beene,

4.

••••patient of his absence, thus bereaven Of him, than whom, I had no other heaven, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a while; not able to digest So great a losse, to lose so faire a Guest: I left no path untrac'd; no* 1.38 place ••nsought; No secret Cell unsearcht; no way unthought; I ask'd the shade, but shadowes could not hide him; I ask'd the World, but all the world deny'd him.

5.

MY jealous Love, distemp'red with distraction, Made fierce with feare, unapt for satisfaction, Aplyes fresh fuell, to my flaming fires, With Eagles wings supplies my quicke desires

Vp to the walls I trampled, where I spide The* 1.39 City watch, to whom with teares I cryde, Ah gentle Watchmen, you aloft descry What's darke to us; did not my love passe by?

6

AT lēgth, whē dul despaire had gain'd the groūd Of tyred hopes, my faith fell in a swound; But He, whose sympathising heart did finde The tyrant passion of my troubled minde, Forthwith appear'd: What Angels tongue can let The world conceive our pleasures, when we met? And till the joyes of our espoused hearts Be made* 1.40 cōpleat, the world ne're more shall part's.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET X.

NOw rests my love: Till now, her tender brest Wanting her joy, could finde no peace, no rest: I charge you all by the true love you beare To friendship, or what else you count most deare, Disturbe her not, but let her sleepe her fill; I charge you all upon your lifes, be still, O may that labouring soule, that lives opprest For me; in me, receive eternall rest.

2.

WHat curious face is this? what mortall birth Can shew a beauty, thus* 1.41 unstain'd with earth!

What glorious Angell wanders thus alone, From earths foule dungeon, to my fathers throne! 〈◊〉〈◊〉 is my love; my love that hath denyde The world, for me; It is my fairest Bride: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fragrant is her breath! How heavenly faire Her Angell face! Each glorifying the Aire.

BRIDE. SONET XI.

O How I'm* 1.42 ravisht with eternall blisse! Who e're thought heavē a joy cōpar'd to this? ••ow doe the pleasures of this glorious Face Adde glory to the glory of this place! 〈◊〉〈◊〉, how Kings Courts surmoūt poore Shepheards cells, So this, the pride of Salom on excells, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 wreathes of glory crowne his royall Head, And troopes of Angels waite upon his bed.

2.

THe Court of Princely Salomon was guarded With able men at armes; their faith rewarded ••ith fading honours, subject to the fate Of Fortune, and the jealous frownes of State; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 here th' harmonious quire of heaven attend, Those prize is glory, glory without end, ••••mixt with doubtings, or degenerous feare; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 greater Prince, than Salomon is here!

3.

THe Bridall bed of Princely Salomon, (Whose beautie amaz'd the greedie lookers on,

Which all the world admired to behold) Was but of Cedar; and her Sted of gold; Her pillars silver, and her Canopie Of silkes, but richly stain'd with purple die; Her curtaines wrought in workes, workes rarely led By th' needles art, such was the bridall bed.

4.

SVch was the bridall bed, which Time, or Age Durst never warrant from th'opprobrious rage Of envious fate; Earths measure's but a minit; Earth fades; all fades upon it; all within it; O, but the glorie' of this diviner place, No age can injure, nor yet Time deface; Too bright an object, for weake eyes to bide, Or tongues t' expresse: Who ever saw't but dyde?

5.

WHo e're beheld the royall Crowne, set on The nuptiall browes of Princely Salomon? His glorious pompe, whose honour did display The noysed triumphs of his Marriage day? A greater Prince, than Salomon is here, The beauty of whose Nuptials, shall appeare More glorious farre transcending his, as farre As heavens bright lamp out-shines th'obscurest star

BRIDEGROOME. SONET XII.

HOw orient is thy* 1.43 beauty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth, to thine! Thy vailed* 1.44 eyes out-shine heavens greater light, Vnconquer'd by the shadie Cloud of night;

Thy curious* 1.45 Tresses dangle, all unbound With unaffected order, to the ground: How orient is thy beautie! how divine! How darke's the glory of the earth to thine!

2.

THy Ivory* 1.46 Teeth in whitenesse doe out-goe The downe of Swans, or winters driven snow Those even proportions lively represent Th•• harmonious Musicke of unite consent, Whose perfect whitenesse, Time could never blot, Nor age (the Canker of destruction) rot: How orient is thy beauty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth, to thine!

3.

THe rubie Portalls of thy ballanc'd* 1.47 words, Send forth a welcome relish, which affords A heaven of blisse, and makes the earth rejoyce, To heare the Accent of thy heavenly voice; The mayden blushes of thy Cheekes, proclaime A shame of guilt, but not a guilt of shame; How orient is thy beauty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth, to thine!* 1.48

4.

THy* 1.49 necke (unbeautifyde with borrowed grace) Is whiter than the Lillies of thy face, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 whiter may; for beauty, and for powre, Tis like the glory of Davids princely Towre:

What vassall spirit could despaire, or faint, Finding protection from so sure a Saint? How orient is thy beauty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth, to Thine!

5.

THe deare-bought fruit of that forbidden Tree, Was not so dainty, as thy Apples be, These curious Apples of thy snowy* 1.50 brests, Wherein a Paradise of pleasure rests; They breathe such life into the ravisht* 1.51 Eye, That the inflam'd beholder cannot* 1.52 dye: How orient is thy beautie! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth, to Thine!

6.

MY dearest Spouse, I'le* 1.53 hie me to my home, And till that long-expected* 1.54 day shall come, The light wherof, shall chase the night that shrouds Thy vailed beauty, in these envious* 1.55 clouds; Till then, I goe, and in my Throne, provide A glorious welcome, for my fairest Bride; Chapplets of conqu'ring Palme, & Lawrel boughs Shall crowne thy Temples, and adorne thy browes.

7.

WOuld beauty faine be flatter'd with a grace She never had? May she behold thy face: Envie would burst, had she no other taske, Than to behold this face without a maske;

No spot, no veniall blemish could she finde, To feed the famine of her ranc'rous minde; Thou art the flowre of beauties Crowne, & they're Much worse than foule, that thinke thee lesse than faire.

8

Feare not (my Love) for when those sacred bands Of wedlock shall conjoyne our promis'd hands, I'le come, and quit thee from this tedious* 1.56 place, Where thou art forc'd to sojourne for a space; No forrein Angle of the utmost Lands, Nor seas Abysse shall hide thee from my hands; No night shall shade thee from my curious eye, I'le rouze the graves, although grim death stand by.

9.

ILlustrious beames shot from thy flaming* 1.57 eye, Made fierce with zeale, and soveraigne Majestie Have scorcht my soule, and like a fiery dart Transfixt the Center of my wounded heart; The Virgin swetnesse of thy heavenly grace Hath made mine eyes glad pris'ners to thy face; The beautie of thine eye-balls hath bereft Me of my heart: O sweet, O sacred theft!

10.

O Thou, the deare Inflamer of mine eyes, Life of my soule, and hearts eternall prize,

How delectable is thy love! How pure! How apt to ravish, able to allure A frozen soule, and with thy secret fire, T' affect dull spirits with extreame desire. How doe thy joyes (though in their greatest dearth) Transcend the proudest pleasures of the earth!

11.

THy lips (my dearest spouse) are the ful treasures Of sacred* 1.58 Poesie, whose heavenly measures Ravish with joy the willing heart, that heares, But strike a deafenesse in rebellious eares: Thy words, like milke and Honie, doe requite The season'd soule, with profit and delight: Heavens higher Palace, and these lower places Of dungeon-earth are sweetned with thy graces.

12.

MY Love is like a Garden, full of flowers, Whose sunny banks, & choice of shady bowres Give change of pleasures, pleasures wall'd about With Armed Angels, to keepe Ruine out; And from her* 1.59 brests (* 1.60 enclosed from the ill Of looser eyes) pure* 1.61 Chrystall drops distill, The fruitfull sweetnesse of whose gentle showres Inrich her flowrs with beautie', & banks with flowrs

13.

MY Love is like a Paradise beset With rarest gifts, whose fruits (but tender yet) The world ne're tasted, dainties farre more rare Than Edens tempting Apple, and more faire: Myrrhe, Alloes, Incense, and the Cypresse tree Can boast no swetnesse, but is breath'd from thee; Dainties, for taste, and flowers, for the smell Spring all from thee, whose sweets, all sweets ex∣cell.

BRIDE. SONET XIII.

O Thou (my deare) whose sweets, all sweets ex∣cell From whom my fruits receive their tast, their smell How can my thriving* 1.62 plants refuse to grow Thus quickned with so sweet a* 1.63 Sun as thou? How can my flowers, which thy Ewers nourish With showers of living waters, choose but flourish? O thou, the spring, from whence these waters burst. Did ever any taste thy streames, and thurst?

2.

AM I a Garden? May my flowers bee So highly honour'd to be smelt by thee; Inspire them with thy sacred breath, and then Receive from them, thy borrowed breath agen, Frequent thy Garden, whose rare fruit invites Thy welcome presence, to his choise Delights;

Taste where thou list, and take thy full repaste, Here's that wil please thy smel, thine eye, thy taste.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET XIIII.

THou sacred Center of my soule, in whome I rest, behold thy wisht-for Love is come; Refresht with thy delights, I have repasted Vpon thy* 1.64 pleasures; my full soule hath tasted Thy* 1.65 rip'ned dainties, and hath freely beene Pleas'd with those fruits, that are (as yet) but* 1.66 green All you that love the honour of my Bride, Come taste her Vineyards, and be deifi'de,

BRIDE. SONET XV.

IT was a* 1.67 night, a night as darke, as foule, As that blacke Errour, that entranc'd my Soule, When as my best beloved came and knockt At my* 1.68 dull gates, too too securely lockt; Vnbolt (said he) these churlish doores (my Dove,) Let not false* 1.69 slumbers bribe thee from thy Iove; Heare him, that for thy gentle sake came hither, Long injur'd by this* 1.70 nights ungentle weather.

2.

Heard the voice, but the perfidious pleasure Of my sweet slumbers, could not finde the leasure ••ope my drowsie dores; my Spirit could speake ••ords faire enough, but ah, my flesh was weake, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fond excuses taught me to betray 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sacred vowes to a secure delay: ••••••••dious slumbers, how have you the might 〈◊〉〈◊〉 blinde true pleasures, with a false delight!

3.

WHen as my Love, with oft repeated knocks Could not availe, shaking his dewy locks, ••••••ly displeas'd, he could no longer bide 〈◊〉〈◊〉 slight neglect, but went away denyde; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sooner gone, but my dull soule discern'd 〈◊〉〈◊〉 drowzie error; my griev'd Spirit* 1.71 yearn'd 〈◊〉〈◊〉 finde him out; these seiled eyes that slept 〈◊〉〈◊〉 soundly, fast, awak'd, much faster wept.

4.

THus rais'd, and rouz'd from my deceitfull rest▪ ••op'd my doores, where my departed Guest 〈◊〉〈◊〉 beene; I thrust the churlish Portals from me That so deny'de my dearest Bridegroome to me; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 when I smelt of my returned hand, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 soule was rapt, my powers all did stand ••••azed at the* 1.72 sweetnesse they did finde, Which my neglected Love had left behinde.

5.

I Op'd my doore▪ my Myrrhe•• distilling doore, But ah, my Guest was gone, had given me o're: What curious pen, what Artist can define A matelesse sorrow? Such, ah, such was mine; Doubts, and despaire had of my life depriv'd me Had not strong hope of his returne reviv'd me, I sought, but he refused to appeare; I call'd, but he would not be heard, nor heare.

6.

THus, with the tyranny of griefe distraught, I rang'd a round, no place I left unsought, No care unask'd; The* 1.73 watch-men of the City * 1.74 Wounded my soule, without remorse of pity To virgin teares; They taught my feet to stray, Whose steps were apt enough to lose their way; With taunts & scornes they checkt me, and derided And call'd me Whore, because I walkt unguided.

7.

YOu hallowed Virgins, you, whose tender hearts Ere felt th'impression of* 1.75 Loves secret darts, I charge you all, by the deare faith you owe To Virgin purenesse, and your vestall vowe, Commend me to my Love, if ere you meet him, O tell him, that his love-sick spouse doth greet him; O let him know, I languish with desire T•• enjoy that heart, that sets this heart on fire.

VIRGINS. SONET. XVI.

O Thou the fairest flowre of mortall birth, If such a beautie may be borne of earth, ••••gell or Virgin, which? or both in one, ••••gell by beauty, Virgin by thy moane, ••••y, who is He that may deserve these teares, ••hese precious drops? Who is't can stop his eares 〈◊〉〈◊〉 these faire lips? Speake Lady, speake at large, ••ho is't? For whom giv'st thou so strict a charge?

BRIDE. SONET XVII.

MY Love is the perfection of delight, Roses, and Doves are not so red, so white; ••••patern'd beautie summon'd every grace 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the composure of so sweet a face; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 body is a Heaven, for in his brest ••he perfect Essence of a God doth rest; ••he brighter eye of Heaven did never shine ••••an another glorie, so divine.

2.

HIs* 1.76 Head is farre more glorious, to behold, Than fruitfull Ophyres oft refined gold, Tis the rich Magazen of secret treasure, ••hence Graces spring in unconsined measure; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 curl'd and dagling* 1.77 Tresses doe proclame N••zarite, on whom ne're Razor came.

Whose Raven-blacke colour gives a curious relish To that which beauty did so much imbellish.

3.

LIke to the eyes of Doves are his faire* 1.78 eyes, Wherein sterne Iustice, mixt with mercy, lies; His eyes are simple, yet Majesticall, In motion nimble, and yet chaste withall, Flaming like fier, and yet burne they not, Vnblemisht, undistained with a spot, Blazing with precious beames, and to behold, Like two rich Diamonds in a frame of gold.

4.

HIs cheeks are like two fruitfull beds ore-grown With Aromaticke flowers newly blowne, Whose odours, beauty, please the smell, the sight, And doubling pleasures, double the delight: His* 1.79 lips are like a chrystall spring, from whence Flow sweetned streames of sacred Eloquence, Whose drops into the eare distill'd, doe give Life to* 1.80 the dead, true joyes to* 1.81 them that live.* 1.82

5.

HIs hāds are deckt with rings of* 1.83 gold; the rings With costly Iewels, fitting none but Kings.* 1.84

Which (of themselves though glorious, yet) receive More glorie from those fingers, than they give; His* 1.85 brests like Ivorie, circled round about With* 1.86 veines, like Saphyres, winding in and out, Whose beautie is (though darkened from the eye) Full of divine, and secret Majestie.

6.

HIs* 1.87 legs like purest Marble, strong and white, Of curious shape, (though quicke) unapt for flight: His Feet (as gold that's oft refined) are Like his upright proceedings, pure and faire; His* 1.88 Port is Princely, and his Stature tall, And, like the Cedar, stout, yet sweet withall: O, who would not repose his life, his blisse, ••pon a Base so faire, so firme as this?

7

HIs mouth! but stay, what need my lips be lavish In choice of words, when one alone wil ravish? 〈◊〉〈◊〉 shall, in briefe, my ruder tongue discover The speaking Image of my absent Lover? Then let the curious hand of Art refine The race of Vertues morall, and divine, From whence, by heaven let there extracted be •• perfect Quintessence; even such is He.

VIRGINS. SONET XVIII.

THrice fairer than the fairest, whose sad teares, And smiling words, have charm'd our eyes, our eares; Say, whither is this prize of beauty gone, More faire than kinde, to let thee weepe alone? Thy tempting lips have whet our dull desire, And till we see him, we are all on fire: Wee'll finde him out, if thou wilt be our guide: The next way to the Bridegroome, is the* 1.89 Bride.

BRIDE. SONET XIX.

IF errour lead not my dull thoughts amisse, My Genius tells me, where my true Love is; He's busie lab••ring on his* 1.90 flowry banks, * 1.91 Inspiring sweetnesse, and* 1.92 receiving thanks, Watring those plants, whose tender roots are* 1.93 dry, And pruning such, whose Crests aspire* 1.94 too high, Transplanting, grafting, reaping fruits from some, And covering others, that are* 1.95 newly come.

2.

WHat if the frailty of my feebler part, Lockt up the Portalls of my drowsie heart?

He knowes, the weaknesse of the flesh incumbers Th'unwilling spirit, with sense-bereaving slumbers, My hopes assure me, in despight of this, That my Beloved's mine, and I am his: My hopes are firme (which time shall ne're remove) That he is mine, by faith; I, his, by love.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET XX.

THy timely griefe, (my teares-baptized Love) Cōpels mine eares to heare; thy tears, to move; Thy blubber'd beauty, to mine eye appeares More bright than 'twas: Such is the* 1.96 strength of teares: ••eautie, & Terror, meeting in thine eye, Have made thy face the Throne of Majestie, Those awfull beames, the proudest heart will move To love for feare, untill it feare for love.

2.

REpresse those flames, that furnace from thine eye, They ravish with too bright a Tyrannie; Thy fires are too-too fierce: O turne them from me, They pierce my soule, & with their rayes o'recome me, Thy curious * Tresses dangle, all unbound, ••ith unaffected order, to the ground: How orient is thy beauty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth to thine!

3.

THy Ivory* 1.97 Teeth in whitenesse doe out-goe The downe of Swans, or Winters driven snowe, Whose even proportions lively represent Th' harmonious Musicke of unite consent; Whose perfect whitenesse, Time could never blot, Nor age (the envious Worme of Ruine) rot: How orient is thy beauty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth to thine!

4

THy Temples, are the Temples of chaste love, Where beauty sacrific'd her milke-white Dove, Vpon whose Azure pathes, are alwaies found The heaven-borne Graces dauncing in a round: Thy maiden* 1.98 Blushes gently doe proclame A shame of guilt, but not a guilt of shame: How orient is thy be••••ty! How divine! How darke's the glory of the earth to thine!* 1.99

5.

YOu, you brave spirits, whose imperiall hand Enforces, what your lookes cannot command, Bring forth your pamper'd Queenes, the lustfull prize And curious wrecks of your imperious eyes; Surround the Circle of the earth, and levie The fairest Virgins in Loves fairest bevie; Then take from each, to make one perfit grace, Yet would my Love out-shine that borrow'd face.

6.

I Thou art she, corrivalld with no other, Thou glorious Daughter of thy glorious Mother The new lerusalem, whose virgin birth Shall deifie the* 1.100 Virgins of the earth: The Virgins of the earth have seene thy beautie, And stood amaz'd, and in a prostrate duty Have sued to kisse thy hand, making thine eyes Their Lamps to light them, til the Bridegroom rise.

7.

HArke, how the virgins hallow'd with thy fire, And wonder-smitten with thy beames, admire, Who, who is this (say they) whose cheekes resemble ••••••ora's blush, whose eye heavens lights dissemble? Whose face is brighter than the silent Lampe That lights the earth, to breathe her nightly damp; Vpon whose brow sits dreadfull Majestie, The frowne whereof commands a victorie.

8

FAire Bride, why was thy troubled soule dejected When I was absent? was my faith suspected, Which I so firmely plighted? Couldst thou thinke My love could shake, or such a vow could shrinke? I did but walke among my tender Plants, To smell their odours, and supply their wants, To see my Stockes, so lately grifted, sprout, Or if my vines began to burgen out.

9.

THough gone was I,* 1.101 my heart was in thy brest, Although to thee (perchāce) an unknowne guest 'Twas that, that gaue such wings to thy desire, T' enjoy thy love, and set thy soule on fire; But my returne was quicke, and with a minde More nimble (yet more constant) than the winde, I came, and as the winged shaft doth flie With undiscerned speed; even so did I.

10.

REturne, (O then returne) thou child of Peace To thy first joyes, O let thy teares surcease; Returne thee to thy Love; let not the* 1.102 night With flatt'ring* 1.103 slumbers, tempt thy true delight: Returne thee to my bosome, let my brest Be still thy Tent; Take there eternall rest; Returne, O thou, in whose enchanted eye Are darts enough, to make an army flye.

11.

FAire Daughter of the highest King, how sweet Are th' unaffected graces of thy* 1.104 Feet! From every step, true Majestie doth spring, Fitting the Daughter of so high a King: Thy Wast is circled with a* 1.105 Virgin Zone, Imbellisht round with many a precious* 1.106 Stone.

••••erein thy curious Workeman did fulfill 〈◊〉〈◊〉 utmost glory of his diviner skill.

12.

THy* 1.107 Navell, where thy holy Embrion doth Receive sweet nourishment, and heavenly growth ••••ke a Chrystal spring, whose fresh supply ••••living waters, Sunne, nor Drought can dry: 〈◊〉〈◊〉* 1.108 fruitfull Wombe is like a winnow'd heape 〈◊〉〈◊〉 purest graine, which heavēs blest hand did reap, ••••th Lillies fenc'd: True Embleme of rare treasure Those graine denotes increase; whose Lillies plea∣sure.

13.

THy dainty* 1.109 Brests, are like faire twins, both swelling In equall Majestie; in hue excelling 〈◊〉〈◊〉 new-falne snow upon th' untroden mountains, From whence there flowes, as from exub'rous foun∣taines ••••••ers of heavenly Nectar, to allay The holy thirst of soules: Thrice happy they, ••••d more than thrice, whose blest affections bring Their thirstie palats to so sweet a Spring.

14.

THy* 1.110 Necke doth represent an Ivory Tower, In perfect purenesse, and united power,

Thine* 1.111 Eyes (like pooles at a frequented gate For every commer, to draw water at) Are common treasures, and like chrystall glasses, Shwes each his lively visage, as he passes. Thy* 1.112 Nose, the curious Organ of thy Sent, Wants nothing more, for use, for ornament.

15.

THy* 1.113 Tyres of gold (inricht with glorious gems, Rare Diamonds, and princely Diadems) Adorne thy browes, and with their native worth Aduance thy glory, and set thy beautie forth: So perfect are thy Graces, so divine, And full of heaven, are those faire lookes of thine, That I'm inflamed with the double fire Of thy full beauty, and my fierce desire.

16.

O Sacred Symmetrie! O rare connection Of many perfects, to make one perfection! O heauenly Musicke, where all parts doe meet In one sweet straine, to make one perfect sweet! O glorious members, whose each severall feature Divine, compose so, so divine a Creature! Faire soule, as all thy parts united be Entire, so summ'd are all my joyes in thee.

17.

THy curious Fabricke, and erected stature Is like the generous Palme, whose lofty nature, In spight of envious violence, will aspire, Then most supprest, the more it moūts the higher: Thy lovely brests, (whose beautie reinvites My oft remembrance to her oft delights) Are like the swelling Clusters of the vine; So full of sweetnesse are those brests of thine.

18.

AR•• thou my Palme? My busie hand shal nourish Thy fruitfull roots, & make thy brāches flourish: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thou my vine? My skilfull arme shall dresse Thy* 1.114 dying plants; my living springs shall blesse Thy* 1.115 infant Buds; my blasting breath shall quell * 1.116 Presumptuous weeds, & make thy clusters swell: And all that love thee, shall attaine the favour To taste thy sweetnesse, and to smell thy savour.

19.

THose Oracles that from thy lips proceed, With sweet Evangels, shall delight and feed 〈◊〉〈◊〉 attentive eare, and like the Trumpets voyce 〈◊〉〈◊〉 faint hearts, but make brave spirits rejoice: Thy breath, whose Dialect is most divine, ••••cends quicke flames, where ember'd sparkes but shine; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 strikes the Pleaders Rhet'ricke with derision, And makes the dullest soule a Rhetorician.

BRIDE. SONET XXI.

MY faith, not merits, hath assur'd thee, mine; Thy Love, not my desert hath made me, thine: Vnworthy I, whose drowsie soule rejected Thy precious favours, and (secure) neglected Thy glorious presence, how am I become A Bride besitting so divine a Groome! It is no merit, no desert of mine, Thy love, thy love alone, hath made me thine.

2.

SInce then the bountie of thy deare election Hath stil'd me thine, O let the sweet reflection Of thy illustrious beames, my soule inspire, And with thy spirit, inflame my hot desire; Vnite our soules; O let thy Spirit rest And make perpetuall home within my brest; Instruct me so, that I may gaine the skill, To suite my service to thy sacred will.

3.

COme, come (my soules preserver) thou that art Th'united joyes of my united heart, Come, let us visit with the morning light, Our prosperous* 1.117 Vines; with mutuall delight Lt's view those grapes, whose clusters being* 1.118 prest Shall make rich wines, to serve your Mariage feast, That by the thriving plants it may appeare, Our joyes perfecting Mariage draweth neere.

4.

BEhold, my new* 1.119 disclosed flowers present Before thy gates, their tributary sent; Reserve themselves for Garlands, that they may Adorne the Bridegorme, on his Mariage day: My* 1.120 Garden's full of* 1.121 Trees, and every Tree Laden with* 1.122 fruit, which I devote to thee; Eternall joyes betide that happy guest, That tastes the dainties of the Bridegroomes feast.

5.

O Would to God mine eyes (these fainting eyes, Whose eager appetite could ne're devise A dearer object, might but once behold My Love (as I am, clad in fleshly mold, That each may corporally converse with other As friend with friend; as sister with her brother, O how mine eyes could welcome such a sight! How would my soule dissolve with o're-delight!

6.

THen should this hand conduct my fairest Spouse, To taste a banquet at my mothers* 1.123 house; Our fruitfull Garden should present thine eyes With sweet delights; her trees should sacrifice Their early fruits to thee; our tender Vine Should cheare thy palate with her unprest wine;

Thy hand should teach my living Plants to thrive; And such, as are a dying, to revive.

7.

THen should my soule enjoy within this breast, A holy Sabbath of eternall Rest; Then should my cause that suffers through despight Of errour, and rude Ignorance, have right; Then should these* 1.124 streames, whose tydes so often rise, Be ebb'd away, from my suffused eyes; Then should my spirits fill'd with heavenly mirth, Triumph o're Hell, and finde a heaven on earth.

8.

ALL you that wish the bountifull encrease Of dearest pleasures, and divinest peace, I charge you all (if ought my charge may move Your tender hearts)* 1.125 not to disturbe my Love; Vexe not his gentle Spirit, nor bereave Him of his joyes, that is so apt to grieve; Dare not to breake his quiet slumbers, lest You rouze a raging Lyon from his rest.

9.

WHo ever lov'd, that ever lov'd as I, That for his sake renounce my selfe, deny The worlds best joyes, and have the world forgone? Who ever lov'd so deare, As I have done?

I sought my Love, and found him* 1.126 lowly laid Beneath the tree of Love•• in whose sweet shade He rested; there his eye sent forth the fire, That first enflam'd my amorous desire.

10.

MY dearest Spouse, O seale me on thy heart So sure, that envious Earth may never part. Our joyned soules; let not the world remove My chast desiers from so choyce a Love; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 O, my love's not slight, her flames are serious ••as never death so powerfull, so imperious: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 jealous zeale is a consuming fire, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 burns my soule, through feare & fierce desire.

11.

••Ires may be quencht; and flames, though ne'r so great, With many drops shal faint, and lose their heat: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 these quick fires of love, the more supprest, ••he more they flame in my inflamed brest; ••ow darke is Honour! how obscure and dim 〈…〉〈…〉 bright glory, but compar'd with him! 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••oule is Beauty! what a toyle is Pleasure▪ 〈◊〉〈◊〉 poore is Wealth! how base a thing is treasure!

12.

Have a* 1.127 Sister, which by thy divine 〈◊〉〈◊〉 bounteous Grace, our Marriage shall make thine; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 is mine owne, mine onely Sister, whom 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Mother bare the youngest of her wombe:

Shee's yet a* 1.128 childe, her beauty may improve, Her brests are small, and yet too greene for love; When time and yeares shall adde perfection to her, Say (dearest Love) what honour wilt thou do her?

BRIDEGROOME. SONET. XXII.

IF she be faire, and with her beauty, prove As chaste, as loyall to her virgin-Love, As thou hast beene, then in that high degree Ile honour her, as I have honour'd thee: Be she as constant as her Vestall vow, And true to her devoted faith, as thou, Ile crowne her head, and fill her hand with power, And give a Kingdome to her for a Dower.

BRIDE. SONET. XXIII.

VVHen time shall ripen these her greene desires, And holy Love shal breathe her heav'nly fires Into her Virgin brest, her heart shall be As true to love, as I am true to thee: O, when thy boundlesse bountie shall conjoyne Her equall-glorious Majesty, with mine, My ioyes are perfect, then, in sacred bands Wedlocke shall couple our espoused hands.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET. XXIIII.

I Am thy Gard'ner, Thou my fruitfull Vine, Whose rip'ned clusters swell with richest Wine, The Vines of So••omon were not so faire, His Grapes were not so pretious, as thine are; His Vines were subject to the vulgar will O•• hired ••ands, and mercinary skill; Corrupted Carles were merry with his Vines, And at a price return'd their barter'd wines.

2.

BVt mine's a Vineyard, which no ruder hand Shall touch, subjected to my sole command, My selfe with this laborious arme, will dresse it, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 presence with a busie eye shall blesse it; ••••rincely So••omon, thy thriving Vine 〈◊〉〈◊〉 not so saire, so bountifull as mine; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 greedy sharers claime an earned hire, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 mine's reseru'd, and to my selfe entire.

3.

O Thou, that dwellest* 1.129 where th'eternall fame Of my renowne so glorifies my name, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Bride, in whose celestiall tongue, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sacred Spels t'enchant the ruder throng; ••et thy lips, like a perpetuall story; ••••ulge my graces, and declare my glory;

Direct those hearts, that errour leads astray, Dissolve the* 1.130 Waxe, but make obdure the* 1.131 Clay.

BRIDE. SONET XXV.

MOst glorious Love, and honourable Lord, My heart's the vowed servant of thy Word, But I am weake, and as a tender Vine. Shall fall, unpropt by that deare hand of thine: Assist me therefore that I may fulfill What thou commandst, and then command thy wil; O leave thy Sacred Spirit in my brest, As earnest of an everlasting Rest.

The end.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Sensible graves.
• * 1.2

  Pure in heart.
• * 1.3

  The Kingdome of Heaven.
• * 1.4

  Through apparant infirmities.
• * 1.5

  Glorious in him.
• * 1.6

  Weaknesse of the flesh.
• * 1.7

  Afflictions.
• * 1.8

  〈◊〉〈◊〉 to Idolatrous superstitions.
• * 1.9

  By reason of my ••••••••nesse.
• * 1.10

  Being seduced by false Prophets.
• * 1.11

  Persecutions.
• * 1.12

  By Idolatry.
• * 1.13

  Th••ough my merits and thy sanctification.
• * 1.14

  The Doctrine of the true Prophets.
• * 1.15

  Teacher of my Congregations.
• * 1.16

  Thy most visible parts.
• * 1.17

  Sanctification.
• * 1.18

  The riches of his holy Spirit.
• * 1.19

  The holy Prophets.
• * 1.20

  Thy holy Spirit.
• * 1.21

  In giving grace and receiving glory.
• * 1.22

  The Congregation of Saints.
• * 1.23

  In inward graces.
• * 1.24

  〈◊〉〈◊〉 is outword glorie.
• * 1.25

  The holy Scriptures.
• * 1.26

  Thy sweet promises.
• * 1.27

  〈◊〉〈◊〉 imperfections of my present state.
• * 1.28

  The weakenesse of my flesh.
• * 1.29

  The Elect.
• * 1.30

  Angels.
• * 1.31

  The Congregation of the faithfull.
• * 1.32

  To offer up the first 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of obedience.
• * 1.33

  •• Persecutions.
• * 1.34

  The day of Iudgement.
• * 1.35

  〈◊〉〈◊〉 sanctification.
• * 1.36

  〈◊〉〈◊〉 my soule.
• * 1.37

  By strict examination.
• * 1.38

  Amongst the wisest worldlings.
• * 1.39

  The Ministers of the word.
• * 1.40

  At the resurrection.
• * 1.41

  Through sanctification by my merits
• * 1.42

  ••y heavenly contemplation.
• * 1.43

  Through the gifts of my spirit.
• * 1.44

  The modestie and purity of thy judgement.
• * 1.45

  Ornaments of necessary Ceremonies.
• * 1.46

  Sincere Ministers.
• * 1.47

  Doctrine of thy holy Prophets.
• * 1.48

  Modest graces of the ••pirit.
• * 1.49

  Magistrates.
• * 1.50

  The old and new Testaments.
• * 1.51

  The sanctified & zealous Reader.
• * 1.52

  The second death.
• * 1.53

  I will withdraw my bodily presence.
• * 1.54

  The day of judge∣ment.
• * 1.55

  Infirmities of the flesh.
• * 1.56

  This vale of miserie.
• * 1.57

  Thine eye of Faith.
• * 1.58

  Divine Harmonie.
• * 1.59

  The two Testaments.
• * 1.60

  Riddles to prophane Readers.
• * 1.61

  Celestiall comforts.
• * 1.62

  ••he faithfull.
• * 1.63

  The Sunne of righteousnesse.
• * 1.64

  Obedience.
• * 1.65

  Strong workes of Faith.
• * 1.66

  The new fruits of the Spirit.
• * 1.67

  To•• much securitie.
• * 1.68

  My heart.
• * 1.69

  The pleasures of the Flesh.
• * 1.70

  Thy hard-hearted unkindenesse.
• * 1.71

  ••••pented.
• * 1.72

  The sweetnesse of his graces.
• * 1.73

  False teachers.
• * 1.74

  With their false doctrines.
• * 1.75

  Divine Love.
• * 1.76

  His Dietie.
• * 1.77

  His Humanitie.
• * 1.78

  His judgements and care of his Church.
• * 1.79

  The discovery of him in his word.
• * 1.80

  His promises.
• * 1.81

  Those that die to sinne.
• * 1.82

  That live to righteousnesse.
• * 1.83

  His actins.
• * 1.84

  With purenesse.
• * 1.85

  His secret counsells.
• * 1.86

  Inwardly glorious.
• * 1.87

  His waies constant, firme, and pure.
• * 1.88

  His whole carriage.
• * 1.89

  The Church is the way to Christ.
• * 1.90

  Congregation of the faithfull.
• * 1.91

  Giving graces.
• * 1.92

  Re∣ceiving glory.
• * 1.93

  Despairing soules.
• * 1.94

  Not yet thorowly humbled.
• * 1.95

  Strengthning the weake in spirit.
• * 1.96

  The force of repentance.
• * 1.97

  Sincere Ministers.
• * 1.98

  Thy visible parts.
• * 1.99

  Modestie, and zeale.
• * 1.100

  The pure in hea••t.
• * 1.101

  My Spirit.
• * 1.102

  Securitie.
• * 1.103

  Worldly pleasures.
• * 1.104

  Thy wayes.
• * 1.105

  The girdle of truth.
• * 1.106

  The precious gifts of the Spirit
• * 1.107

  Thereby there is a receipt of spirituall Conceptions.
• * 1.108

  In∣crease of the faithfull.
• * 1.109

  The old and new Testament.
• * 1.110

  Magistrates.
• * 1.111

  Teachers.
• * 1.112

  Glorious in all parts.
• * 1.113

  The Ceremonies of the Church.
• * 1.114

  Despairing soules.
• * 1.115

  Young Converts.
• * 1.116

  Opposers of the Truth.
• * 1.117

  Congregation of the faithfull.
• * 1.118

  By affliction.
• * 1.119

  Young Convers.
• * 1.120

  Assemblies.
• * 1.121

  Faithfull.
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  Faith and good workes.
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  The universall Church.
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  Teares and sorrowes.
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  Not to vexe and grieve his holy Spirit.
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  In humility.
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  The Church of the Gentiles then uncalled.
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  Vncall'd to the truth.
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  In the great Congregation.
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  The penitent.
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  The presumptuous.