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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"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 ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33473.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.
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Page 114
'Tis a Decree in this great Court alone,
TAKE PLACES AS YOU COME (or else have none.)
Yet no distaste is taken, if it hap
A beggar placed be in Caesar's lap.
Death strikes with equal stroak: lays equal rates:
All Adam's progeny with her are mates.
More perfect order never yet hath been
In any Monarch's Court that Earth hath seen.
Say, Princess great, why is thy look so grim
To what's meer man, being so fair and trim
To gracious souls? it's but the fear of change
That makes thee so: And yet (oh wonder strange!)
Want of change caus'th that fear; man, hear my breath:
Change but thy self, thou'lt ne'er fear change by death.
Death's visage is a looking-glass, wherein
Thou view'st thy foul deformity by sin:
It's guilt of that, breeds fear of death in man,
Whilst rinsed souls with joy embrace it can.
See, see (besotted earth-worm) who hast run
The race of man, and nought but cob-webs spun:
Sow'd rotten seed: death thy race terminates,
Cuts off thy warp: thy harvest antidates,
And makes it dreadful, which might joyful be,
If thou thy way of safety couldst but see.
Death is a bond-mark-bridge to Heav'n and Hell,
On yonder side: On this, to earth as well;
Three spatious Kingdoms; (yea the three and all)
On this side are two roads which equal fall
At the bridge-end, the roads of joy and wo,
And every man in one of them doth go:
On t'other side, two spatious Inns are built;
The one for innocence, t'other for guilt,
To entertain the Travellers that pass
The former roads: In these, a boundless mass
Of joyes and woes, are treasur'd up in store,
Where they shall joy, or mourn for evermore:
Page 115
Both Inns are at Bridge-end on t'other side:
One hath a narrow gate, the other wide:
Whoe'er in either enters, ne'er returns,
But there eternally, or joys, or mourns.
Joy's road is narrow, rough, and thorny: woe's
Broad, plain and smooth, wherein the whole world goes.
Have care to chuse thy path, and rightly judge,
For there's no changing paths beyond the bridge,
But each of all the num'rous pilgrims throngs
Lies in that Inn that to his path belongs,
And there remains for ever: Heed thy walk:
It's of concernment high whereof we talk:
Tread the straight path, then death will be thy friend,
And guide thee to joy's Inn at journey's end:
For she presents the ghests in both the places,
And is chief Umpire in all doubtful cases:
For many seem to walk in way of zeal,
Whose specious shews do good opinion steal
Ev'n of the best; Yet (tri'd by death's true test)
Lie down in sorrows Inn among the rest:
Others (but few) may seem to walk the ways
That lead to wo, whom death at last displays
To be the joy-house ghests, who there sit down,
And for their crosses here, enjoy a crown.
Death is both ferry-man and boat, whereby
We launch the Ocean of eternity:
The Poets Charon, who doth waft alone
Souls to Elysium, or to Acheron:
It is the intermitting point whereby
We time divide from perpetuity:
Our time dies with us, though time's self remain
Unto the time when we shall rise again.
In brief, it's but a blank at life's line's end:
To bad men, mortal foe; to good, a friend:
It's amiable in a faithful eye,
But horrible to Belial's progeny.
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Fond man! cease death to fear: make right thy heart;
Faith steeps in Balsamum death's surest dart,
Trans-forms its wounds to cures; for thou shalt live
Eternally by the wound death doth give.