A treasury of divine raptures consisting of serious observations, pious ejaculations, select epigrams, alphabetically rank'd and fil'd by a private chaplain to the illustrious and renowned lady, Urania, the divine and heavenly muse : the first part.
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- A treasury of divine raptures consisting of serious observations, pious ejaculations, select epigrams, alphabetically rank'd and fil'd by a private chaplain to the illustrious and renowned lady, Urania, the divine and heavenly muse : the first part.
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- Billingsley, Nicholas, 1633-1709.
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- London :: Printed by T.J. for Thomas Parkhurst ...,
- 1667.
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- Epigrams, English.
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"A treasury of divine raptures consisting of serious observations, pious ejaculations, select epigrams, alphabetically rank'd and fil'd by a private chaplain to the illustrious and renowned lady, Urania, the divine and heavenly muse : the first part." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A28161.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
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Page 194
Correction is a School, the Saints therein
Learn best, God hath but one son without sin,
But no son without stripes; if stripes we have,
Know we God smites in love, that he may save.
Corrections are Gods corrosives to eat
The proud flesh out, the Stockfish being beat
Boils soonest, gold is not the worse for trying,
Nor corn for being fann'd; when sin is dying
Grace lives, some plants grow better in the shade
Than in the Sun; so we when griefs invade.
The snuffing of the candle makes it burn
The brighter, when our edge begins to turn,
God whets it; when the Thorn is at the brest,
The Saint, God's spir't'al Nightingale, sings best.
God is fain to rub hard, we are so stain'd,
For to fetch out the dirt in us ingrain'd.
Some Birds will hatch but in time of Thunder,
Saints are best when correction keeps them under.
Before affliction David went astray,
But by affliction David learnt t'obey.