Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...

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Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
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London :: Printed by James Cottrel,
1659.
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Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Repentance.

DRop on, sweet lymbeck-eyes, till you distl Those high-priz'd waters, that Gods bottle fill. Drop, spare not: this the richest water is That Earth affords; and Heav'n hath none of this,

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Save in Gods handkerchief, those tears •…•…ip'd off Their glorified cheeks, whom earth did scoff; Water of life it is, if truly made. Oh that the avaricious world would trade For this rich ware! one drop whereof out-vies East, and West-Indies (bought at highest price) In its true worth; add to it (for 'twill need) As much faith as a grain of mustard-seed: This composition valu'd is most high, In the esteem of Jove's great majesty; 'Tis worth more worlds then heav'n hath stars, shoar sands, Sea drops, or single blades of grass earth's lands. Stream on, pure fountains; with your hysop water, Your nitred springs, my sin-stain'd soul bespatter; Sope-lave it in your pearly rills, that fall From sorrow's source: but still have care to call For Lamb's blood intermixt by faith, which brings True vertue to your mundifying springs: It cleanseth all the stains in nature left; And those we added since our Parents theft. Blow on, serenest sighing wind, and calm My stormed conscience; and abate the qualm That seiz'th my wounded spirit: clear the air: Dispel the clouds with gusts of zealous pray'r, VVhich force ope heaven, and commit a rape Upon th'Almightie's ears: we shall escape, How fierce soever our assault be made. Thou art the wind drives all who heav'nward trade: By thee they must un-anchor, and set forth; Or else their voyage will be little worth. Fill up our sails; for we shall finde rich ware, That hidden lies beyond the fixed sphere: Yet blow as faith may steer aright: know well, VVho sayl by heav'n, pass neer the gates of Hell: 'Twixt Scylla and Charybdis we must pass; Presumption and despair: and these (alass)

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Are full of danger: one's a floating Rock; T'others a gulf shifting (like weather-cock) Its place with each ne•…•… wind: On; if we stay, They'l both most surely cross us in the way; And for the most part, he that one doth fly, Is shipwrack'd on the other instantly. Whiff not with boyst'rous blasts into the deep; Let thy gales us in fathom'd shallows keep: Blow well to Leeward: though a Rock appear, 'Tis Christ the Cape of our good Hope; no fear: For never vessel which that Rock did miss, Arrived at the wished Port of bliss. Nay, more; unless that Rock we hang upon, Our vessel's split; and we are all undone: Oh, see where it appeareth; yond' before: Haste on; I'm sea-sick, put me there ashoar: The floating Rock, and shifting gulf I see Approaching neer: they both in kenning be. Blow strong; bear in: on that Rock run aground: Strike sail: cast Anchor, for our Port is found: If that firm Rock do make the Anchor bend, Hope's Anchor steel with faith at either end. She with one finger (if we Anchors want) Can moe us on a Rock of Adamant: Such is the Rock, on which we must depend, That thee (my soul) from shipwrack must defend: An Adamantine Rock, whose vertue lay'th Magnetick force, on all that's steel'd by faith. Help sighs (sad heart;) my d•…•…ie eyes help tears; Such wind and water, souls on this Rock bears: To steel Hope well with stedfast faith endeavour; Then shall we Anchor on it safe for ever.
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