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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Title: 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 ...
Author: Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
Publication: London :: Printed by James Cottrel,; 1659.
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Subject terms: Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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An Epigram on the Creation.
POor man! why, why so proud? see here thy stock;
Thy principles are chips of Nothing's block:
Thy Mother, Earth: beast, fish, fowls, worms, and all,
May thee their younger Brother justly call:
Yet he who all things out of nothing made,
The rule of them to thee committed had:
But thou by sin that Kingdom forfeited'st,
Pois'ned'st the air thou breath'st, the earth thou tread'st.
Disord'redst all the creatures. Mark this well:
And why art' proud? because an heir to hell?
That's a flight ground for Pride; that's reason small:
For cursed is that Kingdom, heirs and all:
Truly thou 'rt proud for want of Grace (I fear)
And pride entitles thee to be hells heir.