Pelecanicidium, or, The Christian adviser against self-murder together with a guide and the pilgrims passe to the land of the living : in three books.

To the Discontented.

AS in a Glasse you may behold Your Face, your Figure in this Mold. And, though it may in Some Lines miss, As like as Many'a Copie 'tis. This onely Diff'rence is between The outward Draught, and-This within. The Painter limbs with curious Art The Face, the Breast, but This the Heart, The horrid Fancies of the Braine, The furious Bloud in every Vein Are here decipher'd by course Hand For lowest Minds to Understand,

Expect not therefore Lofty Verse! Here Launcets prick, not Launces peirce. It so becomes thy Wounded Minde By what is sharp a Cure to find. And yet Here is a Lenitive, A Cordia'll Venome forth to drive. Refuse not Then so good Advise, As points from Hell to Paradise. So have I seen A Lighthouse stand In sable Night with burning Hand Directing from Wracke's Shelf, Rock, shoar The sayling Pilot blind Before; By which, escaping Danger's Tort, He well arrives at Safetie's Port. So maist Thou too; If Thou seek'st Grace And up to Heavenward Eye doest place. T'is weak'ned Faith does make thee reel, As Storme turns ore th'unballast Keele. Saile gently Then unto Thy Self! And think each Passion is a Shelfe! And every Melancholy Fitt A Rocke's to shipwrack Soul, and Witt! Compare thy Self with All Beneath; Thou liv'st then, Others scarcely breath. And cast not up thy Sums of Losse, Without The Counters of The Crosse. Then What Before perplext thy Heart Will prove A Buckler, not A Dart.