Youth's comedy, or, The souls tryals and trivmph a dramatic poem, with divers meditations intermixt upon several subjects, set forth to help and encourage those that are seeking a heavenly countrey / by the author of Youth's tragedy.

Youths Comedy.

The Souls contemplating upon the powerful work of Effectual Calling.

The Soul.

So.

WHy did the Patriarch Abram pass that Flood, Upon whose Banks, proud Babel sometimes stood? Why did he leave his own dear Native Soil, To seek a forraign, unknown Land, with toil? Why left he Fathers House and Kindred dear? The God of Glory did to him appear. He that by pow'rful Word, to Darkness said, Let there be Light, and strait way gloomy shade Flies from his Face, and radiant Beams appear. Filling with Brightness all the Hemisphere. This God was he, that by his pow'rful Call Wrought Faith to follow, foll'ing to leave all: And by unsought for Grace did set him free, From those, that to dumb Idols bow'd the Knee

It's from this Grace, my Soul, and this command Thou now art trav'ling to the Holy Land. Those Beams that darted from his Face are such, As on thy Heart hath left a pow'rful touch; That as the trembling Needle seeks the Pole, So follows after him my restless Soul. What can redeemed Souls to God return? Lebanons Cedars are too few to burn: And all the Beasts that on it ever came, Too mean, to cast into the hallow'd flame: What is thine own, is all that we can bring, Through Grace accept it, whil'st thy praise I sing.

The Souls Epithalamium, or Nuptial Joy.

So.

EXalted be that glorious Name, From worse than nothing that did raise This new created Heav'nly frame, Oh bless his Grace, my Soul, always Whose Name is far beyond all praise.

I that in Darkness once did lie, Blacker than was Aegyptian night, Darkness i'th abstract, once was I, On whom the Sun hath shined bright, And brought me into marv'llous light.

I that in Dungeon, long had bin, Strongly shut up, in unbelief, Yea, dead in trespasses and sin, Unsensible of any Grief, Have found from quickening Grace relief.

The God of Love, which I did hate, Through wicked works, that I had done, By Grace hath changed my sad state, And reconcil'd me through his Son, And enmity, to peace hath won.

The great Aethereal Prince, that reigns In wicked hearts, by proud commands, Did Captive lead me in dark chains; But he hath freed me from those Bands, Rescuing my Soul, with pow'rful hands.

And now my Soul, since thou art free, Make haste away fly like the Dove, Till Face to Face, thou com'st to see, The God of Grace, the God of Love, Whose Habitation is above.

The Nuncius, or the Interpreter of that which follows:

Nun.

WHen Israels Seed, from Aegypts Land was brought, And their Salvation by a strong hand wrought. God led them through a howling Desart, wast A way about, to what they might have past; Yet not about to them, but nearest path, To discipline them, and to try their faith, So whilst, new Converts, have affections strong, And cheerful hearts, rais'd with their marriage Song. God oftentimes, with trouble doth them prove To try the kindness of their Nuptial Love;

And trains them by such trials, as are best To fit them for their work, and for their rest.

The diffidence of the Flesh, arising from difficulties reason'd against by the Soul.

The Soul, The Body.

So.

WHy is it (my dear self) I often find Thou mov'st so slowly, lag'st so much behind.

Bo.

This sandy Desart, with its scorching heat, Makes weary steps, and dreancheth all in sweat, I know not how to bear these parching beams, That beat upon my head, in fiery gleams.

So.

Fly unto him that promiseth to be In weary Land, a shady rock to thee, And from Celestial Flame will guard thy head, And over it, a Cloud for covering spread.

Bo.

What shall I do to quench my thirsty flesh, No moisture doth this desart land refresh.

So.

He that will be a shade, in hottest gleams In greatest drought, will be refreshing streams; He'll make the Desart full of Pools to stand, And Water Springs, to rise in parched land.

Bo.

How shall we in this barren waste be fed, It is a Land unsown, and void of Bread?

So.

If God at present should not Bread afford, It is that we may live upon his Word, Either he'll give thee Bread to be thy food, Or bless unto thee what shall be as good.

Bo.

But how shall we escape Arabian Bands, That rob and spoil, this way with cruel hands?

So.

Come fear them not, with courage keep thy way, God is more glorious, than the Hills of prey. How apt are we with Israel to transgress, Whom God to prove, led through the Wilderness. Sometimes its Bread they want, and then they childe, Wishing by Egypts Flesh-pots they had died.

God rains down Manna, desart grounds are spread About their Angry Tents, with Angels Bread; Then want they Flesh, of Manna weary grow, God heaps of Quails about their Tents doth throw. Sometimes the thirsty Tribes for Water cry, Forgetting him that did their wants supply: Moses doth strike the Rock, it straitway rends, And from its flinty Intrails, Water sends; Whose gushing streams follows them where they go, And like a River in dry Land do flow. Then fear they Anak's Sons, and now they mourn, Crying, to Egypt let us back return. Thus did these Rebels tempt the Holy One, That had such great stupendious Wonders shown. Take heed, dear friend, too often to our grief, We ready are, to act their unbelief.

Nuncius.

Nun.

AS the Empyreal Heaven doth abound, With sacred Mirth, when a lost sin∣ners found, And winged Seraphims, with Cherubs bright, Fly forth to serve, and guard the Heirs of Light; So racking Grief fills the infornal Cave, And vengful Ire, makes rebel Angels rave Upon his new raised Foes, through Sable Air, Satan doth like a blazing Comet glare, And from malignant Eyes, such Rays forth sends, As dismal War, and great Distress portends; Being incens'd with Rage, and high Disdain, Any should break from under his proud reign. And as he arm'd Sabaeans fierce of old, And in three Troops, rang'd the Caldeans bold; Leading them forth with plundring hands to prey, Upon Job's Cattle, and his Servants slay;

And as from Rifts of dismal Clouds he threw, His envious fire, which Sheep, and Shepherds slew, And from the Desart, did with storms beset, The House wherein his feasting Children met; With horrid blast, causing a sudden fall, And in its ruins, overwhelm'd them all. Thus as he did this Holy Man pursue, And Trials thick upon his Soul renew. So on new Converts, he Temptation slings; Swift like the Arrows, shot from Parthian Strings, And powrs forth trouble on them, that he may Divert them from, or stop them in their way. But he that Wings, unto the Woman gave, And in a place of refuge, did her save; He that did cause the Earth to swallow down The Floods against her by the Dragon thrown. It's he that will her blessed seed secure, In all the conflicts that they here endure. Its he that carries his on Eagles Wings, And to the Land of promise safely brings.

The Souls preparing for Trials.

Soul. Body.

So.

COme (my dear self) let's gird our Armour on, Prepare to fight, we shall be set upon, Gainst Men and Devils, we must now engage, Who will assault us with inveterate rage: And in this expedition that we make, Lets know right well the way we are to take, Wise Chieftains, that great Armies do command, And are to march them through an Enemies Land, They have their Maps, which do direct their way, That nothing unexpected may assay. What Woods, where Ambuscado's may be laid, What Hills and straits where passage may be staid.

What Rivers, with their breadth, and how they wind, What depths they are, and where they Foords may find, What barren Wastes, that Armies can't relieve, And what strong Towns, that may disturbance give, That all things being thus in view contriv'd, They may in time, fit remedies provide. So Fellow Souldier, let's by Heavenly Art, From Scripture Records, draw our sacred Chart. That all things daily being supervis'd, We may not on a sudden be surpris'd. But with well guided judgment, take our course, And passage, with resolved courage force.

Bo.

How is it like that we should win the day, From those great Rulers, that dark Regions sway. That far surpass those fierce Caldean Bands, That once invaded Judah's pleasant Lands, Who with sharp Arrows, and strong bended Bow, In mighty Troops, like roaring Seas did slow; And as a Deluge, on the Earth did seize, Knowing no Law, but what themselves did please.

None weary march, nor doth dull Sleep surprise, Or slumber once invade, their Wakesul Eyes: Nor from their Loins, did strengthning Girdles loose, Or broken Latchets, fall from off their Shoes. Swifter than Leopards, were their Horse for Fight, Fiercer than rav'ning Wolves, that range by Night. Fleet as the Eagles, that do cut their way, With Airy Plumes, to their desired prey. All came for Violence, and where they past They supt up all things like an Eastern blast. They scoft at Kings, and Princes did deride, And laught at places strongly fortifi'd. By heap'd up dust; they scal'd with conqu'ring hands, And led forth Captives, like innumerous sands: And yet these were but Flesh. This War of ours It is with Spirits, with superiour Powers, With subtle Foes, in Wiles and Methods train'd; And Stratagems, by long experience gain'd. With Scepter'd Cherubs, Princes of the Air, With Thrones of Malice raging through dispair.

That undiscern'd upon the Soul can press, With an immediate and a close access: And from above, do all advantage spy, And to it spi'd, with hellish fury fly. Swifter in motion, than Earths circling Sun, Or Lightning, that from East to West, doth run. With these we War, that from on high do pour In direful rage, many a deadly shour Of winged, and sharp pointed fiery darts, Fixing their venom'd Heads, in bleeding hearts. These signally are those unweari'd Foes, That never rest, or tired Eye-lids close. That are more cruel to the Sons of Men, Than Evening Beasts, that creep from Savage Den. That overflow like to the raging foam, And give no Quarter, where they overcome. How shall we then 'scape, falling by the hands Of these Aethereal Pow'rs, and numerous bands.

So.

Fear not (dear self) the day shall not be lost, So long as strength, is in the Lord of Host.

As those that are by strongest Rocks inmur'd, So with Almighty Power, we are secur'd. Encamping Angels, round about us lie, Like active Flames, with ever-wakeful Eye; In knowledge, wisdom, force, and power, far Beyond those Hostile Foes, with whom we war. These are our Guard, that so our feet may tread Upon the Dragon, and the Lions Head. He that sets bounds, how far proud waves shall go, Doth likewise bound the fury of our Foe. And in dark Chains, doth so their pow'r confine, That without leave, they cannot enter Swine. Be strong therefore, in that all pow'rful might That will assist, to conquer in this fight. And whil'st thou conflicts, for thy comfort know, Thou art engaging with a conquer'd Foe.

As famous Victors, after War was done, They had their Triumphs for great Battels won. In Trabean Robes, with Verdant Lawrel Crown'd They rode in state, whil'st captive Pris'ners bound,

Trail'd at their Charet wheels, in publick show, As living Trophies, of a conquer'd Foe. So our great Captain, after Vict'ry won, In robes of Glory, rode in Triumph home, With Conquest crown'd, ascended up on high, And with him Captive led Captivity. Our Mortal Foes, in Battle overthrown, Were by him bound, and spoil'd, in Triumph shewn.

Put on therefore, the compleat Panoply, Provided for thee, in Gods Armory. Advance with courage, lay aside all dread, Thou hast already conquer'd in thy Head: And in thy person thou thy self at length, Through his assisting Grace, shalt tread down strength.

Temptations arising from old Companions.

Soul, Body, Companions.

Comp.

WHat madness is it, that you thus do quit Your old Companions, in a sullen fit?

Will you turn Mopes, and Fools, and make your selves Like to the Owl, that in the Desart dwells: Wandring with anxious toil, in ways forlorn, Daily expos'd, to misery and scorn? Come take Advice, and leave this barren Sand, Return again, unto a fertile Land. With-draw your wandring steps from fruitless toil, And dip your tired feet in fluent Oyl, Within cool shades, let weary Limbs lie down, And with sweet Rose-buds Youthful Temples Crown. Fulfil your hearts desire, and on your head, Let pleasant Odours be in plenty shed. Let's cheer our selves, as once in former time, With Bowls of Liquor, from the generous Vine. And pleasant tunes, from raised spirits sing, Unto the Harp, and Viols, rembling string. Come and enjoy the good things of the Earth, And with old Friends, renew your former mirth. Why should the World at this your folly laugh, To see you leave all for a Pilgrims Staff?

So.

Will the redeemed Bond-slave chuse again To put his Feet into the Iron Chain. Or will the ransom'd Captive any more Return to labour, at the Turkish Oar: No more shall we return again, I trust, To be in Bondage to our former Lust. Those that the Motions of the Flesh fulfil, Are Slaves to Lusts, Captives to Satans will. Its by the Son, that Freedom comes alone; How many Lords have they, that have not one.

Will those that at the living Fountain fill Their thirsty Souls, prize Puddle Water still. Or those that are with Heavenly Manna fed, Their Money spend, for that which is not Bread. That in the Bosome of true Rest doly, Weary themselves for very Vanity. This would be Folly in the highest strain, Therefore forbear, your Offers are in vain, Come joyn with us, leave Rioting Excess, And walk in wayes of real Happiness,

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So shall you with the truest Good be blest, And guided safe, unto Eternal Rest.

Comp.

Poor Creatures, that with high conceits do swell, And in your brain-sick Fancies, love to dwell, Have you not seen some Mad-men make their Brags, Of large Possessions, strut it in their Rags, Thinking themselves some great Ones, and pro∣mote Laughter in all, to see them thus to dote. Come listen to us, leave this roving Mind, It's only trouble in this Path you'll find.

So.

It is no wonder those that judge by Sense, Should draw so dark and false an Inference: But doth not madness in such persons reign, As love their Dungeon, hug their Iron Chain. Despise the Light, and think those Men unwise That rouze from Prison straw, and freedom prise. This is your case, that slavish Bondage chuse, And paths of Freedom, sordidly refuse.

What though we meet with trouble, yet we shall Have that sweet inward peace, will weigh down

And those same troubles, that our way infest, Will fill our Songs with Triumph, at our rest. Great Conflicts, make the Conquest more re∣nown'd, Great Vict'ry, with great Glory, shall be crown'd. Come then and tread with us this Living Path, You'll find true comfort, in the Life of Faith.

The Souls Improvement of Time in Medi∣tation upon Light, the First Days Work.

Soul.

So.

WHen Waters once the formless Earth did steep, And sable darkness, cover'd all the deep. When this void Lump was muffled up in Night, Then out of Darkness, God commanded Light. Just so it was when this same little World, By Adams sin, was into Darkness hurl'd. Into dark hearts, God shined by his Grace, To give forth Light, through blest Emanuel's Face.

He that in Six Days did this Fabrick rear, And out of Nothing, form what doth appear. Upon the first day gilds and over-lays This undigested Lump, with Luminous Rays. So on the first day rose that Light, which brings To lapsed World, Salvation in his Wings. And on the first day, whom he new creates With saving Light, those he illuminates. No sooner did this great Creator say, Let there be Light, but strait-way it was Day. No sooner did his Word, give forth Command, But presently his Work doth perfect stand. Admire that Pow'r, my Soul, that by his Call, Gives Being unto that had none at all: And by a Word of Life, doth strait-way raise A new Creation, to sing forth his praise.

Three days the Light about the World did run Before the great Creator made the Sun. Thrice was the Day divided from the Night, Before God set up this imbodied Light.

Admire that God, my Soul, that can fulfil Without, or with, what means he please, his Will. He that at first without Sun made a day, Will shine himself, when these Lights are away. Long for that time, when he himself will be Instead of all created Light to thee.

Trials arising from Displeasure of Parents.

Soul. Body.

So.

ANd why so sad, dear self, come fix thy mind. On things above, where thou shalt comfort find.

Bo.

Unto my grief, methinks I still do hear The angry words of Parents in my Ear. Will you, said they, your Fancies thus pursue, As if none knew the way to Heav'n but you. Have all been out before, conceited Sirs, And are you wiser than your Ancestors? Well, if you are resolved in the case, Then never more presume to see our Face:

And know withal, that whil'st you wander thus, You shall be friendless Mendicants for us.

So.

It's not our Fancies, but Divine Com∣mand, That doth oblige us to this work in hand. And though we may under hard censure fall, We must keep close, to this same Heav'nly Call. In Arts and Sciences it's taken well, That we therein Fore-fathers do excell. Why should there then, dear self, be such a strife About our Progress in the ways of Life. If we herein shall truly be devout, Though Parents frown upon us, cast us out, Our Heav'nly Father will extend his Grace, And in his Arms, his suff'ring ones imbrace. The Bands of this Relation will avail, When all the Ligaments of Nature fail.

Bo.

Yet bitter sadness fills my breaking heart, From Friends and dear Relations thus to part. How do my yearning Bowels in me role, Whilst that, methinks, I hear them thus condole.

Children we have, and yet we Childless are, Possessions for them, yet must have no share. All that we have, doth now but torment add, Since they are gon, that should the same have had. How happy are those Persons that have none, Or having Children, call them still their own. That Staff, which to our Age should give relief. Proves as a Dart, to wound with piercing grief. And those that through our Loins did draw their Breath, Are made unto us, Instruments of Death.

So.

Forbear such thoughts, if we had done amiss, Then had we given woful cause for this. This way of ours, commands us to afford To Parents, due obedience in the Lord, But if their Wills in competition stand, We must adhere unto Divine Command. And seeing God or Creatures, we must leave, Let's follow him, in whom we all receive: And only mourn to think, that such offence Is taken at well-guided Innocence.

And how like burning Sparks that upward fly, Poor woful Man is born to misery. Rather than want what may his Peace annoy, He'll turn to grief, the matter of his joy.

Bo.

But how (dear Soul) shall we now do to live, Who will unto us Food and Rayment give.

So.

Distrust it not, dear self, that God which knows What things we need, will surely give us those. He that thy Substance view'd in secret shade, And curiously this wond'rous Fabrick made; That cast upon thee a creating Look, And enter'd all thy Members in his Book: That gave thee Life, and from the lowest Earth, Enlarg'd thy dwelling by a timely Birth; That then provided Breasts, and tender Arms, To nourish thee, and keep thee safe from harms: That to this day hath follow'd thee with good, It's he (dear self) will give both Cloaths and Food.

See'st thou the Lillies in the open Field, To which no Gardner helping hand doth yield.

They neither spin, nor send fair Warp to twine About the figur'd Woofe, to make them fine: Nor do with anxious care themselves perplex, To dress their lovely form, with Leaves reflex. Yet Solomon in all his choice Array, Was not invested with such Robes as they. If God for fading Lillies take such care, He'll surely Cloath such as his Children are.

Look to the Airy Fowl, that neither sow Nor reaped Harvest, in their Barns do stow: But what God gives, they gather up and eat, And with an open hand are fill'd with Meat.

The unkind Raven that from Nest expells Her tender Young, when shiftless for themselves, God to their hoarse unpleasant Voice attends, And timely Food unto those young ones sends. If unclean Birds from Bounty thus are fed, Such as far better are shan't want their Bread.

Bo.

But yet (dear Soul) our loss it is not small, To part with Friends, with Lively-hood and all.

So.

Those drils of mixed Comfort, which creep here, Through divers Channels, in their Springs flow clear. There do they all collectively abound, Which here disperst and sparingly are found. We lose not then those Comforts which we leave, Whil'st at the Fountain Head we all receive. They that Relations, Friends, and Lands forsake, To follow Christ, in this Life shall partake Of such sweet Peace, pure Joy, and Heav'nly Food, Of such Communion with the chiefest Good; As shall a hundred-fold these things transcend, And Life Eternal, when this Life shall end.

The Souls Evening Meditation.

Soul.

So.

THe Firmament deck'd with Coelestial Flame, The Glory of its Maker doth proclaim.

If each great Spangle on that Heav'nly Robe, Transcend in bigness, this same terrene Globe; Which is in miles by computation found Six hundred one and twenty thousand round. How great is that Circumference sublime, In which so many Radiant Lamps do shine: That could a Humane Eye be fixed there, This World would but a minute point appear. And yet how vastly greater is that place, Where God gives forth full Visions of his Face. How should we then with reverential dread, Admire that Pow'r, that did these Heav'ns spread. Adore that God, so infinitely great, As doth this Earth, and all these Heav'ns replete? Whose all-containing Immence Being, can Mete out these vast Dimensions with a span.

And if these Earth exceeding Globes do show But like small Balls of Flame to us below: And if sev'n Orbes, beneath this Roof are hurl'd With rapid Motion, round this lower World,

In which seav'n Planets variously do steer, Most of them greater than this globous Sphere; How many thousand miles, yea, millions high, Hath God above us, stretch'd the starry Skie? And yet how far beyond in Altitude, Is that thir'd Heav'n, which doth these Orbs in∣clude? Which doth his Greatness and his Grace declare, Whose Mercies far above the Heav'ns are. And who in height doth highest Heav'ns excell, And uncontained in himself doth dwell.

And if so vast and high these Bodies be; What Tongue can tell their great celerity? What motion can set forth how swift they role In their diurnal course, about their Pole? How blessed then may those be truly said, Upon which Heav'ns, God rideth for their aid. And who like Jes'runs God in excellence, That rideth on the Skie for their defence. And if these Globes so swift, by fixt Decree, Still wheel about in Even Harmony.

If Constellations, keep their distance due, And wandring Planets, wander always true; And keep by Ord'nance, given to them all, Their Revolutions periodical: And orderly do run their bounded way, In lucent paths, from which they never stray. But move exactly in their Heav'nly Sphere, To give the various seasons of the year. And this by vertue of a Cov'nant past, Which must endure so long as time shall last. How firm is then the Covenant of Grace, Which he hath freely made to Israel's Race? Heav'ns Ordinances shall be sooner broke, Than any Promise that the Lord hath spoke. And how stupendious is that Pow'r above, Which such swift Bodies, doth so ev'nly move.

Oh what is Man or his Posterity, That God should spread so rich a Canopy? And garnish forth this great Coelestial Roof, With such refulgent Lights on his behoof.

He that for all Men hath this Structure rear'd, What Glory for his own hath he prepard?

Ʋpon the Moon.

OBserve the Moon, that monthly makes her way, Through the twelve Signs, and over Night bears sway. One of the greater Lights, for so in shew, As seated next to us that live below. The nearer in Approaches she doth come Unto the luminous Body of the Sun. The brighter doth she cast her Rays above, And darker shews to those that here do move. So do those Souls to Heav'nly Eyes shine bright, That hold Communion with the God of Light. Whil'st the dark World no Glory can espy, Because it's hidden from a Carnal Eye.

And as the Moon, with borrowed Light displays Reflected Beams, sent from the Suns bright Rays

So from the Sun of Righteousness Divine, The Saints with perfect Comeliness do shine.

Again, observe her in her oblique Sphere, Where Days and Nights, much vary in the year. In Winter time, when the declining Sun, His shortest Arch doth in the Heav'ns run. And quickly posteth from our Hemisphere, Whil'st dusky Night, long Sable Robes do wear. Then doth the Moon opposed in her sign, Mounted on high, in largest Circle shine. Supplying comfort to the tedious Night, By long continuance of her chearing Light. Whereas in Summer, when there is less need, She from us to th' Antipodes doth speed. And there lifts up her silver beaming Head, Where the moist shades of Night are longest spread. You that search out his Works, Oh praise the Lord, Who when most need, doth then most Light af∣ford.

The Moon, though glorious, hath opacous veins, And from her Full, doth hasten to her Wains. With various Phaces, moving through the Sky, And constant always in unconstancy. So are all sublunary Comforts here, With Spots they shine, then change and disappear. Oh happy Souls, that by true Grace are led, Upon these mixt and fading things to tread.

Tryals arising from cruel Mockings.

Soul. Body.

Bo.

THeir troubles (my dear Soul) what words can tell, That meet with those, whose Tongues are fir'd from Hell. From which, as from a cruel Bow that's bent, Are bitter words, like poison'd Arrows sent. How do the Ishmaels of the World us flout? The Rabshakes, their Railing thus cast out:

These are the holy Seed, that must possess The promis'd Land; we in the Wilderness Must be cast forth, as those in Bondage born, Wandring in Desart Ways, with Steps forlorn: These are the Gifted Brethren, that can preach: And dress their Nonsense in affected Speech, That pray Tautologies with moving Groans, And take the simple, with affected Tones. These are the nice precisions, not content, With that old path, in which their Fathers went, But must have new: These from the Church do stray, And yet pretend to Heav'n the nearest Way, To be the onely Ones, that walk aright; Such as do still attain unto New Light. Meteors of Flame and Zeal, from whence doth fall Direful Effects, where they are Verticall. Disturbers of the Peace in ev'ry Town, Turning the World in Faction, upside down.

So.

That Troubles and Commotions do arise, It is from those that do the Truth despise:

This is declared in the Sacred Word, The Prince of Peace did come to send a Sword; Which accidental proves, from the fierce Rage Of those that do against his Ways engage: As Torrents stopt, swell high to overflow, So Lust oppos'd, doth more outragious grow: Besides the Devil with his own doth joyn, That so no Light may in his Kingdom shine; And those that do against his pow'r contest, Are cri'd down as the Men that do molest.

As for Reproach, fear not a taunting Word, The Servant is not greater than his Lord: Black Mouths against him belch'd forth Ob∣loquy, Both whil'st he liv'd, and when he came to die; Who when revil'd, reviled not his Foes, But like the silent Lamb, to Slaughter goes. If that the Head indured such Contempt, The Members must not think to be exempt: If he drunk deep of this same bitter Cup, Let not his Servants then think much to sup.

If he for us a Crown of Thorns did wear, Let's follow him, and his Reproaches bear.

Bo.

It is but just and equal, what you say, But yet it is a sad and dismal Way.

So.

The Way faring Man, that carefully doth mind Those given Marks, whereby his Way to find; As when he hath crost o'r a pleasant Plain, He then must pass a deep and dirty Lane; Then by a Wood, where Savage Beasts frequent; Then climb a craggy and a high Ascent, When as instructed, he doth thither come, Out of a longing Mind to be at home; Though at the way he taketh no delight, Yet joys in this, to see himself i'th' right, So though Afflictions grievous are to Sense, Yet may they yield a joyful Evidence. For in this Way the Saints to Heav'n went, Against whose Names reproachful Tongues were bent:

Thus Patient Job, whose Record was on high, Vnder hard words of Friendless Friends did lie; Besides young Boys this worthy Soul did mock, Whose Fathers were too mean to tend his Flock. Such as to Desart, Want and Famine drive To dig up Roots, to keep themselves alive: Chased by Man from their Society, Follow'd like Flying Thieves with Hue and Cry, Hidden in Holes, conceal'd in gaping Rifts, Dwelling as Men forlorn, in Rocky Clifs: Children of Fools, and such as had no name; Viler than was the Earth from whence they came. To these was Job a by-word, these vile Wretches Made him the Subject of their gibing Catches.

Such as the Abjects of the People were, With bitter Scoffs, did David's good name tear; With Hypocrites, in their Voluptuous Feasts, They nasht their Teeth, and flung forth Taunting Jests. The sordid Drunkard, with defaming Tongue, Made him the matter of his jeering Song.

The great Apostles fill'd with Gifts divine, Derided were as drunken with new Wine, And many more, with cruel Mockings tri'd, That trod this Path, and now are glorifi'd.

Bo.

It is enough (dear Soul) come let's go on, This is the Way I see the Saints have gone. Moses the Meek, this Thorny Path did tread, Leaving the Court, where he was Princely bred The fruitful Plains, that fatning Nile o'r-run: The high-rais'd Title of a Princes Son, The great Preferments of a Potent King, The Wealth and Pleasures, Peace and Plenty bring; With a despised People to partake Of Sharp Reproaches, for his Saviours sake: And these as greater Riches by him chose, Then all the Treasures Aegypt did inclose.

The Souls Speech to Revilers.

Soul.

So.

YOu are arrived to the Scorners Chair, Learnt how to mock, and we must learn to bear. Is it not Folly in a high degree, For Persons drawing to the Fatal Tree, Upon their way to jeer all else beside, That will not so to Execution ride.

Vain Sons of Earth, who fling about your Wit, As Mad-men Fire-brands, care not whom you hit; And make it but your sport, for to blaspheme Those that in Heaven dwell, and Heav'n in them: Yea in your Drolling Language think it fine, To cast forth Scoffs against the Spirit Divine.

Poor daring Moths, that make it but your Game To sport and play about the burning Flame; Will nothing serve the turn, but you must try How through the Light your Wanton Wings can fly? No wonder then if this be your repast, With scorched Wings you tumble down at last Come, be advis'd to leave your Slandrous Tongue, You do your selves, not us, the greatest wrong. And are exposed to those Curses dire, Sounded by trembling String, on Hebrew Lire, Against that Man, who fir'd by Envious Flames With open Mouth and lying Tongue, defames My God, my glory leave not in di∣stress,* 1.1 Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppress; They who delight in subtilties and wrongs, Afflict me with the poyson of their Tongues, With Slander and Detraction, gird me round, And would without a cause my life confound,

Good turns, with evil, proudly recompence, And Love with Hate, my Merit with Offence: But I in these Extreams to thee repair, And pour out my perplexed soul in pray'r; Subject him to a Tyrants stern command, Subverting Satan place at his right hand: Found guilty, when arraign'd in that fear'd time, Let his rejected Pray'rs augment his crime: May he by Violence untimely die, And let another his Command supply. Let his distressed Widdow weep in vain, His wretched Orphans to deaf Ears complain. Let them the wandring paths of Exile tread, And in unpeopled Desarts seek their Bread. Let griping Ʋsurers divide his Spoil, And Strangers reap the Harvest of his toil. In his long Misery may he find no Friend, None to his Race so much as pity lend. Let his Posterity be overthrown, Their Names to the succeeding Age unknown.

Let not the Lord his Fathers sins forget, His Mothers infamy before him set. Oh let them be the object of his Eye, Till he out-root their hated memory.

Nuncius.

Nun.

AS mighty Billows swell'd with stor∣my wind, Come trooping on, and where repulse they find, There in tumultuous Waves their pow'r stretch. And fiercely charge, to gain an entring Breach. So the proud Tempter put unto retreat, Rallies again, in hope for to defeat His conquering Foes, whom in disdain he views, And with fresh fury his Assaults renews. But like a Rock, that makes its standing good, Against the rushing of the roaring Flood: So stand all those are strengthened by the might Of him that helps to conquer in the Fight.

The Complaints and Fears of the Flesh re∣moved by the Soul, particularly concern∣ing Persecutors.

Soul. Body.

Bo.

HOw far (dear Soul) how far, have we now gon,

So.

Mind not (dear self) whats past, but let's press on.

Bo.

What thorny rugged way have we past o'r,

So.

Forget it all, and reach to things before.

Bo.

How much remains of this same tedious way,

So.

(Dear self) it shortens on us ev'ry day.

Bo,

Let's rest a while from this same weary race,

So.

Depart (dear self) it's not thy resting place,

Bo.

(Dear Soul) I'm feeble, let's a little stay,

So.

The way for strength, is to keep on our way,

Bo.

I fear I shall not persevere, or stand,

So.

Look up to him that holds with his right hand,

Bo.

Troubles (dear Soul) upon us daily grow.

So.

Support and Comfort, likewise daily flow.

Bo.

With doubtful mind we oft perplexed are.

So.

But yet upheld and kept from sad despair.

Bo.

On ev'ry side Afflictions on us waits.

So.

Yet are we not distrest in all our straits.

Bo.

We meet with Persecution day by day.

So.

Yet are we not forsaken in our way.

Bo.

With castings down we often are annoi'd.

So.

But yet preserv'd (dear self) and not de∣stroy'd.

Bo.

Must we (dear Soul) pass on this danger∣ous way. How shall we scape those Troops that lurk for prey? See how their Scouts already do appear. Let's fly (dear Soul) before they do come near.

So.

Not so (dear Self) let's not our duty quit; Here lies our way, and therefore keep to it.

We need not fear though Men and Devils rave, We have a Guard sufficient for to save. See how the Mountains shine with glittering Spears, And all the Hills how fill'd with Curiassiers, And fiery Charets, that like Lightning run, And with swift motion, like the Whirlwind turn. Seest thou that gallant File on the right wing, Whose dazling Targets back the Sun Beams fling. Those bound the mighty Babilonian King, That from Jerusalem the Spoils did bring That lofty Tree, that unto Heav'n grew, Whosespreading Branches all the World did view. Under whose cooling shade the Beasts did rest, And in whose Boughs, the Fowls did build their nest: Vpon whose Twigs, fair Leaves themselves did spread, And by whose Fruit all Flesh was nourished. These hew'd him down, these did his Branches cut, Shak'd off his Leaves, and scatter'd all his Fruit.

From Pallace cast him, drove him out from men, To range the Woods, and lodge in Savage Den. His Limbs bedew'd, he from cold Earth doth raise, And with Wild Asses runs about to graise. With Beastial Heart, upon the Shrubs and Boughs, How doth this Royal Bruit delight to browse, Until this Heav'nly Lamp, the days bright Sun, Had seav'n times through the Golden Zodiack run. And this illustrious Beast did come to know The most High rul'd in Kingdoms here below.

He next in Front, that on the left doth ride, Smote persecuting Herod in his Pride. No sooner did his Leader give the word For to destroy, but out he drew his Sword. And swifter than the Wind his Fiery Steed, Doth to the Court of Proud Agrippa speed: Breaks through his Forces, and that wicked rout That deifi'd him with blasphemous shout:

And in their sight, from Regal Throne he turns This glistring Prince, to be devour'd by Worms.

Mind that commanded Troop in the next Field, And in it him that lifteth up his Shield. That, that, was singly he, whose mortal Steel The proud Assyrian Host did sharply feel. Almost two hundred thousand Corps were found By him laid dead, upon Judaean ground. The rest amaz'd, from Sions Siege do fly, Justly rewarded for their blasphemy. Like unto those, are all the rest who stand Ready to execute the least Command Of him, that makes his Ministers a Flame, Timely to fuccour those that fear his Name.

Gamaliel's Speech to Persecutors.

Persecutors. Gamaliel.

Perse.

UPon the Hill of Mispah let us set Our Snares, and on Mount Ta∣bor spread our Net.

It's Dan, and Bethel, that the Law doth name To be the places for our hallow'd Flame. Why then should any from our Altars run, And not before our Calves sweet incense burn. These, these, are they that do disturb the Land, That break the Law, and won't obey command. Some we have taken, they shall dearly pay Forthosewhich scape through this forbidden way. Let's teach them now with Thorns, the Tribes agree, At Dan and Bethel we should bow the Knee. Let's make no Conscience for to ruin them, That leave our Altars for Jerusalem. It is but fit that we correct their Pride, Who would be wiser than all else beside.

Ga.

You are upon a great attempt no doubt, But want Advice in what you go about. Tell me, I pray you, was it ever found, The way of Violence hath gained ground. Come, come, dismiss the Men that you have caught, The way they take, if wrong, will come to naught:

But if the course they steer prove to be right, Then know against the mighty God you fight. Will you in Battle set the Thorn and Bryer, Shall wither'd Stubble charge consuming Fire? How will his dreadful Wrath burn up the same, When he shall march through in devouring Flame.

Dire Instruments of Death do by him lie, Prepar'd for Vengeance on the Enemy. Against the Persecutors, he ordains His Arrows, and in vital Blood them stains. Upon his Head his Mischief shall return, His Root and Branch, the Wrath of God will burn.

Phar'oh against the Seed of Jacob's bent, Ten sharpned Arrows God upon him spent. This will not do, the proud King will pursue The Ransom'd Tribes, which to the Red Sea, drew. When Israel comes, the Sea lifts up its head, Sees Israel's God, and seeing trembling fled.

The Waters are affraid, the troubled Deeps With rushing noise, make haste to run on heaps The frightned Floods do leave their Channel dry And in congealed heaps on both sides lie. The Eastern Wind sweepeth the Watry Floor, The ransom'd of the Lord safely pass o'r. Phar'oh and all his Armed Host still raves, And follows Israel through divided Waves: I'll overtake, I will the Spoil divide, I'll glut my Lusts, I will destroy, they cry'd. God from the Cloud and fiery Pillar views The daring Troops, that Israel thus pursues. There Charr'ots on a sudden lose their Wheels, The Horse and Horsman in an instant reels. The troubled Host amazed now do cry, God fighteth for them, from their Face lets fly. Unto retired Streams the Lord doth call, They strait return, the Watry heaps do fall. Dri'd Channels now with Waves are overflown, Charro'ts and Horsemen in the Deeps are thrown.

Thus in the Sea the Lord doth them confound, That in the River Israels Seed had drown'd.

Haman their off-spring doth design to kill, And with their Blood the Persian Empire fill. This Agagite doth scorn so mean a prey, As single unfaluting Mordecay: But all his People must a Victim be, To expiate for one unbowing knee.

There is a People, to the King he cry'd, Diff ring in Laws from all your Realm beside; Dispers'd and scatter'd up and down they ly, And such as will not with your Laws comply. It is not for your profit they should live, Therefore Ten thousand Talents I will give Unto your Royal use to be imploy'd, That all those Sectaries may be destroy'd. Forthwith the hasty mis-informed King, Remits the Money, and gives forth his Ring To sign the cruel Edict Posts now fly, To all parts, to promote this Villany.

The day's designed for this bloody Deed, And Haman waits to root out Israels Seed. But this returns upon him and his Race, Being carri d to be hang'd with covered Face.

Read more in Sacred Writ the end of them, That dare to fight against Jerusalem. Within their holes consumed is their Eye, Within their Mouth, their wasted Tongue doth lie. Pining Consumptions do their Bodies vex, From God a Tumult doth their minds perplex. Horrour and Fear, their Spirits do surprize, Each hand against their Neighbours hand doth rise. A cup of Poison, and of trembling Wine, She's made to those that round her draw their line. They that to lift this heavy Stone do try, Do underneath it crusht in pieces lie. Arrows like Lightning fly from bended Bow, Scatt'ring her Foes with deadly overthrow.

Then from these Men refrain, least to your cost, You chance to fight against the Lord of Host. Those Men must needs be wofully undone, That on the Bosses of his Buckler run.

Nuncius.

Nu.

THough Pilgrims in their Passage may be stay'd, By cruel hands in stinking Prisons lay'd; Which may at present grievous be to sense, Yet hath, through Grace, a blessed influence. And though both Men and Devils seek by force, To stop their Progress in this Heav'nly Course, It proves but vain, a higher hand bears sway, And helps them still to prosecute their way.

The Soul administring Cordials to the Out∣ward Man, to prevent Faintings under Sufferings.

Soul. Body.

So.

COme (my dear Self) let not sad thoughts deject, This is no more than what we must expect. The way to Heav'n through Tribulation lies, We by the Cross, must unto Glory rise. Were we of this World, it would love its own, But we are Strangers to the World unknown.

Remember those brave Worthies that through Faith, Wander'd in Desarts void of beaten Path; That in Beasts Skins did Airy Mountains tread, And in damp Caves and Dens did lodge their Head. Who unto Men and Angels often were By Tyrants made a gazing Theatre.

Whose tender Limbs on torturing Racks were strain'd, And with whose Blood the cruel Sword was stain'd. Who under cutting Saws did breath their last, And through a show'r of Stones to Glory past. These choice ones were like Filth, and Rubbish hurl'd, By various Deaths out of this wicked World. Who by their Faith a good report obtain'd, And through rich Grace a Throne in Heav'n gain'd.

Bo.

I do confess these truly were renown'd, As also those in sacred Record found. Who armed with victorious Fortitude, Opposing Kingdoms round about subdud: That walk'd in holy Ways with great success, And in a righteous Path wrought Righteousness. That by their Faith great Promises obtain'd, And Conquest over roaring Lyons gain'd. That did the force of raging Fire turn Against its Nature, that it could not burn.

That waxed Valiant in prevailing Fight, And Armies of the Aliens put to flight. These were indeed for Grace and Courage fam'd, But what are we, not worthy to be nam'd.

So.

But unto whom (dear Self) doth pow'r belong, Who out of Weakness made those Worthies strong? Was it not God that girt their Loins with might, Infused Courage, taught their hands to fight? Did not he strengthen them to undergo The Difficulties that he call'd them to? And hath not this rich Fountain of all Grace, Promis'd assistance to us in like case? Let us in Faith then keep his righteous way, It's God work for to help, ours to obey. Yea, let's rejoyce and bless that glorious Name, That counts us worthy thus to suffer shame: Yea, be exceeding glad and sing with those At whose strong Pray'r a mighty Earth-quake rose, Shook off their Bands, the Prison Doors unbarr'd, At which springs in the trembling Jaylor skar'd.

And he that thought to fall upon his Sword, Fell down converted at their pow'rful Word.

Bo.

It's true indeed this is a blessed Frame, To glory in our Suff'rings for his Name. But how shall I attain this Heav'nly Art, That chiefly am exposed to the smart.

So.

I do confess it is above our reach, But God has promis'd pow'rfully to teach: He to this end will Tribulation bless, That thou in patience may'st thy Soul possess. It's he that causeth that same bitter Root, To bring forth in thee this same pleasant Fruit. It's he that can our frowardness remove, By making of the cause its cure to prove. And where the Grace of Patience doth abound, With large experience shall that Soul be crown'd. With sweet refreshing Comforts from his Face, With great reviving Succours from his Grace. And as experience doth from Patienee flow, So lively hope doth on Experiencc grow:

For we by what is found and felt are led, To hope for all the mercy promised. And being sure of Heav'n in the end, We glory in those means that thither tend.

The Soul solacing her self in those Appre∣hensions she hath of the future peaceable Kingdom of Jesus Christ.

Soul.

So.

WHen that choice Branch of David's Royal Stem, Comes for to wear the Worlds bright Diadem. And in the Clouds (it's likely) will display, His Glory in the Morning of that day. Myriads of Angels on his Throne attend, Millions of glorious raised Saints ascend Unto their King, from all parts round about, Waiting upon him with triumphant shout. The Sun in Darkness vails his drooping head, The Moon and Stars forbear their Light to shed.

The Pillars of the reeling World do shake, And trembling Mountains like Mount Sinai quake. The Kings and Captains, with the mighty Men, To hide themselves run to the silent Den. The great ones to the Rocks and Mountains call For shelter by their overwhelming fall, From that same Face which comes with dread∣ful ire, To render Veng'ance in bright flames of Fire.

Then those great Armies by his proud Foes led, Like a black Cloud over Judaea spread. Threatning with dismal storm the pleasant Land, Shall be destroyed by his pow'rful hand. Upon their Heads he show'rs down burning Coles, Over their Necks his flaming Charr'ot roles. Fire, Sword and Hail, their routed Troops con∣found, And fill with bleeding Corps the purple Ground. Invited Fowls to Royal Flesh make speed, And ravenous Beasts upon slain Nobles feed.

The numerous Guests from this Feast go away, Drunken with Blood and glutted with the Prey. Those two great Leaders that seduc'd the World Beast and false Prophet, both alive are hurl'd, By that same conquering hand which doth them take, Into the ever-burning fiery Lake.

The mettl'd Kingdom no more place doth find, But flies like Chaff, disperst with chasing Wind. And that same Stone that smote it on the Toes, Fills the whole Earth and a great Mountain grows.

An Ensign now is lifted up on high, The Gentiles like the Clouds unto it fly. The Seed of Jacob that were made a Prey, And scatter'd in the dark and cloudy day: Those exile People that by Willows mourn, With Harps untun'd do now again return. The mighty Waters, as of old do fly, And for a Passage leave their Channels dry.

In a strait way they from Dispersion come, With joy and singing to their long'd for home. And now united Tribes their Land possess, Vnder one head the King of Righteousness; Whose Regal Throne exalted is on high, Among his Ancient People gloriously. All Nation, Tongues, and Languages obey The Royal Scepter that this King doth sway. His large Dominions are established Over all places where the Heav'ns spread. Judgment and Justice from his Throne come down, Like the sweet Show'rs upon the Grass new mow'n. Now Truth and Mercy both together meet, And Righteousness with kiss firm Peace doth greet. The Just now flourish, and the Saints obtain Seats on his Throne, Shares in his blessed Reign.

The Creatures all in mutual Concord live, None unto others do disturbance give. The Wolf, with tender Lamb, shall gently rest, The Lion on the Bullock's Straw shall feast.

The Fatling by him shall in peace abide, The Kid lie safely by the Leopard's side. The Heifer then shall feed without all fear, Within fat Pastures by the friendly Bear. The Asp no more with mortal bite shall slay, But at their holes a Child shall safely play. The Panther with sweet Breath no more shall draw, Deluded Beasts into his tearing Paw. The Basilisk no longer Darts forth Death, By strong malignant Beams, or pois'ning Breath. The Hawk no more with Airy Plumes shall move, In fierce pursuit, after the trembling Dove. The Hound no more shall chase the flying Deer, Nor Crocodile shall shed dissembling tear. No Salean Moore, nor cruel Algerine, Shall cruise for Prey upon the Midland Brine. No barbarous Pyrate shall false Colours shew, Nor robbing Gallies on salt Billows row.

No Canibal his greedy mouth shall stain With Humane Blood, squeez'd from the Flesh new slain.

Arabian Thieves no more shall hunt for prey, Nor fierce Bandities rob in trav'ling way. No warlike Banner in the Field shall wave, Nor cruel Battle feed the hungry Grave. No Nation more the glitt'ring Sword shall rear, Or charge each other with the hostile Spear. The Art of War shall then neglected lie, So long as Stars emboss the Sable Skie.

In ruin'd places goodly Structures are, To wasted Cities, flocks of Men repair. Under the Branches of the climing Vine, Which over-head with clasping Tendrels twine. The Owner rests secure, none makes affraid, Or gives disturbance to his peaceful shade. Swords beat in Plow-shares dig the fertile Earth, Spears turn'd to Cickles, reap its fruitful Birth. Like Eden's Garden doth the barren Field, Great heaps of Plenty to the Dresser yield. The Desarts now with streams of Water flow, The stately Pine and Fir-tree in it grow.

The Mirtle Box and Oil-tree here abides, And lofty Cedars raise their Pyramides, The Wilderness with fruitful Crop is spred, Like Sharon where King Davids Cattle fed. The Forest and the solitary Land, Cloathed with Carmel's Glory, joyful stand.

The Hill of Zion, with exalted head, On top of Mountains stands established. No Thorn or Brier in her Path doth grow, All Nations to her Worship freely flow. The ransom'd of the Lord that her surround, With Wreaths of everlasting Joy are crown'd, Sorrow and sighing now shall fly away, And Songs of Triumph celebrate this day. God with Defence will all her Glory bless, The Man of this World shall no more oppress: The Earth with knowledge of the Lord is spred, Like the great Sea with Waters covered. Now Holiness extends her glorious Rays, And Grace fills up the Duties of these days.

The Sons of Zion shine with Sanctity, Fill'd by the Spirit poured from on high. The Restitution of all things is come, The trav'ling pains of the Creations done: Now Saints enjoy their glorious Liberty, And groaning Creatures are from Bondage free. The Heav'ns and Earth, new Robes of Glory wear, The Creatures all in Eden's dress appeer, And Righteousness throughout the World will Reign, So long as Sun shall shine or Moon shall wain.

Nuncius.

Nun.

SAtan inraged by his overthrows, With new Attemps assaults his con∣qu'ring Foes. And now by flatt'ring Wiles he doth pursue, That which he saw by frowns he could not do.

His deadly Hook under gilt Baits now lies, As that most likely to obtain his Prize. Just like the Panther, that his Prey would win, Conceals his Head, and shews his spotted Skin; That whilst his Gawdy Colours do invite, His grisly Visage may not put to flight. So Satan hopes, by offers large, he may To hidden jaws of Death allure his Prey. But all in vain, by Wisdom from on high, They see where ruin lurks and from it fly.

A Brief account of the intermixture of Pro∣vidences in our Pilgrimage.

Soul. Body.

Bo.

COme (my dear Soul) Aurora hangs the Skies, With Arras bright against the Sun doth rise. The Eastern Hills with welcome day are spread, Phaebus makes haste to raise his Orient head.

Dark Clouds are fled and left the Heav'ns fair, Our way is pleasant, and the perfum'd Air. With various sweets breath'd from the flowry Spring, Doth gently fan with Odoriferous Wing. The cheerful Birds upon green Branches raise Melodious Notes, and warble forth sweet Lays.

Like the alternate seasons of the year, So is our Life and Way whil'st Pilgrims here. We have our Winter and our gloomy Days, And then our Summer with bright chearing Rays, Sometimes strong Flaws, at other times sweet Gales, Sometimes dark Clouds, then lucid intervales. It's good it should be thus, that so we may Not faint whil'st here, nor yet delight to stay. Winds purge the Air, dark Clouds are not in vain, But spend themselves in fructifying rain. Sharp Frosts do mellow and prepare the ground To bear that Fruit with which the year is crown'd.

The Spring brings forth what Winters Bosom kept, And Summer ripens what in Autumn's reapt. Our changes here, if rightly understood, Are ord'red forth in Wisdom for our good.

So.

I'm glad (dear Self) you have so true a sense, Of that which God in Wisdom doth dispence. Let's then improve our time, the Winter's gone, The Spring is come, let's cheerfully go on. Fair Days and pleasant Ways should mend our Pace, And quicken forward in our Heav'nly Race.

Bo.

But who are these (dear Soul) whose nimble Feet, Make towards us, as if they would us greet.

Temptations arising from Pleasure, Honour, Riches.

Soul. Body. Pleasure. Honour. Riches.

Plea.

A Merry day we wish you, why so fast, Come joyn with us and take your sweet repast, The Season, and the flow'ry-mantled Earth, Invite to take some recreative Mirth.

So.

We wish you well, but must improve our day, Our Pleasure lies in keeping on our way. We Pilgrims are, in waste we must not spend That time should help us to our Journeys end.

Plea.

What mean you thus to take this course severe, And tie your selves unto such rules austere. In curious Gardens stor'd with choicest Flow'rs Go take your Walks, and rest in shady Bow'rs. Of Jessemine and Honey-suckle sweet, Where Philomel the youthful Spring doth greet:

There hear the feather'd Minstrels caroling, With chanting Notes teaching their Young to sing; In heat of day, procure refreshing sleep, In flowry shades where purling drils do creep; Go take what pleasure either Streams or Field, Mountains or Dales, Meadows or Heaths do yield With pleasing Objects feast your careful Eyes, Your weary limbs refresh with exercise.

Look how the silver Swan in all her Pride, With arched Neck through Chrystal Streams doth slide. And to the Ozier'd Island flotes in State, To hatch her Young and to relieve her Mate. See how the wary Trout that deep did lie, Springs up to catch the Artificial Fly. The greedy Pike darts to the trouling Bait, And being struck, flies when it is too late. The nimble Hawk no sooner spies his Prey, But to the Clouds doth take his tow'ring way.

And with high Airy Plumes hastens to fling, The trembling Fowl down from his mounted Wing.

Twice doth the doubling Hare trace the same Grounds, Thrice leaps, to cast off the pursuing Hounds. The eager Dogs the lost Sent having found, Open, and make the neighbouring Woods re∣sound.

But if these rural Pleasures don't invite, Repair unto the City for delight, With Masques and Plays, and Triumphs please your Eyes, From Feasts and flowing Cups, let Mirth arise. With Musick's sweetest Airs your Paces measure, And gratifie all Senses with full pleasure.

So.

Forbear vain trifl'ing Youth, that only feels Delight in that which sensual pleasure yields. Poor empty Joys, that in such ways are had, Mouths fill'd with Laughter, whil'st the Heart is sad.

Vain Mirth, where Sadness, fained smiles doth bring, And Sorrow's forc'd against her will to sing. Not only vain, but vexing such as first Makes shows to quench, but yet increaseth thirst Like the Sea-Water that at present wets, Whil'st drinking down, but then inflames and frets. Poor bitter Sweets, Pleasure that with it brings, A little Honey arm'd with many Stings. Short at the best, as by experience found How many chant unto the pleasant sound: Of Harp and Organ, and sweet Lessons sing Vnto the well-tun'd Viols quav'ring string. Who in slight Mirth their flying days do spend, And in a moment down to Hell descend.

Should the condemned Man, whose time is short, To get his Pardon, spend that time in sport. Yet many such poor cheated Souls there be, That play away their opportunity.

Or should those Souls that are with Manna fed, To feed on Ashes, leave their Heav'nly Bread.

No, no, your choicest Sweets are bitterness, Compar'd with those Delights their Souls possess.

We have not lost our Pleasures, onely chose Those Fountain Comforts, that through Vertue flows: It is a pleasure to us to deny, That which you count your pleasure to enjoy. And if it's sweet to bid false joys adieu, What pleasure is it to enjoy the true. Such as arise from reflect Acts of Grace, From open Visions of Gods glorious Face; From precious Promises brought home with pow'r, From hidden Manna which the Heav'ns do show'r. From that choice Joy the Comforter doth bring, And that true Peace that doth upon it spring. From that white Stone, engrav'd with that new Name, Which none doth know but those that have the same From that sweet witness given tot he Soul, It's Name is written in the Heav'nly Role.

From hence true pleasure flows, and where pos∣sest, Is better felt, than by the Tongue exprest. And if such Pleasure be in a fore-taste, What will there be when we sit down to feast. If God to them that seek him will be kind, How good is he to those that do him find. If Drops afford such Comfort, then what will Those Rivers yield, where we shall drink our fill.

Hon.

I see your raised thoughts mind higher things, Come then and soar aloft on Glories Wings: Go seek the Princes Favour, and reflect Illustrious Beams, from his benign Aspect. Leave Paths obscure, mount the Tribunal Chair, With those Grandees that Tyrian Purple wear. With Senators assemble in the Gate, Joyn Counsels in the great Affairs of State. Whil'st Lanes of bowed Knees your passage grace, And Heads uncover'd press to see your face.

Creep not below, but climbe the mount of Fame, Let high Atchievments blazon forth your Name; By acts of Prowess raise immortal Glory, And let your Conquests fill some future Story. In Triumph ride, through Acclamations loud, Of Joy and Praise sent from the numerous Croud.

So.

Go try the Bramble, there you need not court, But find acceptance with a high transport. You must not think the Olive to seduce, With trifling things to leave his Fat'ning Juice; The Fig-tree quit his Sweetness, or the Vine For gawdy trouble leave his Cheering Wine. No, these have better things, and so have those That for their portion Heav'nly things have chose: They know the worth of what they do enjoy, And won't be cheated with a shining toy; A glorious nothing, gilded emptiness, A painted Crown, a dream of Happiness.

Poor transcient Glory, that a smile, a frown, Quickens and kills, raiseth and casteth down. That fetcheth being from that fading breath, That can't preserve it self from stroke of death. But could it last, it's better to sit still, Then for to rise, and serve anothers will.

Vnstable Honour, whose high Seats expose Vnto the malice of inviduous Foes. The raging Storms upon the Mountains fly, Whil'st the low Valleys under shelterly. Mean Shrubs secured are from those fierce stroaks, That rends and fells the lofty spreading Oaks. Those gallant Colours, wav'd on highest Masts, Are often blown away with angry blasts. Happy's that Man that's not perplex't at all With care to climb, nor yet with fear to fall. What's more uncertain than the Peoples Praise, That like a flame of crackling Thorns doth blaze? Which on a sudden with great noise doth rise, But strait-way falls, and in dead Ashes lies.

Or which is worse, their fickle Breath doth cry, Hosannah one day, next day Crucifie.

What Honour is it Countreys to o'rcome, And lie inslaved to our Lusts at home. To lead forth Captives from the ensanguin'd Field, Whil'st Captives unto sin our selves we yield. And arm'd against us suddenly do bring, The King of Terrors, with invenom'd sting.

True Glory springs from Gods Eternal favour, The Righteous is more ex'llent than his Neigh∣bour. It's those that honour God shall honour'd live, He will unto them lasting Honour give. So as to Saints and Angels, they shall shine With that same Glory, that survives all time.

Rich.

Poor Creatures, fond of Meanness, come be wise, And learn to value what you now despise. Joyn wealth to these, or these by wealth obtain, The way to Honour and Delight is Gain.

Heap up abundance, and therein content, Why should your days in strait'ning wants be spent. By this you shall against all fear provide, As in a City strongly fortifi'd. Come tread the Path of Plenty, take your way To that will shelter in a stormy day.

So.

We are not fond of Meanness, for this Path Is trod by those are truly rich in Faith. Heirs of a Kingdom which they do pursue, And leave false Riches to enjoy the true. They are the mean ones that do meanly chuse, That can for Paris Paradise refuse.

It's not true Honour that with Money's bought, Honour should seek out us and not be sought. Preferments are debas'd when given forth Upon account of Wealth and not of Worth. And when obtain'd, how with a trifle crost: The comfort of it spoil'd, it self soon lost. Whil'st Mordecay a bended Knee denies, Haman's not pleas'd with all his Dignities.

That Face that smil'd upon him, strait doth frown, That Hand which rais'd him, quickly threw him down.

Nor can he pleasure take, whose troubled Breast To get and keep, will give his mind no rest. It's not in worldly things content is found, Who farther off, then those that most abound. Poor Naboth's long'd for Vineyard doth destroy, The comfort of what Ahab did enjoy. True Wealth is not without, but in the mind: He that hath least, may most Contentment find. The greedy Worldling hath no cause to boast, He that desireth little, he hath most. He that hath much, and grieves he hath no more, For all his Wealth may be accounted poor. He is not rich, that greedily aspires, But he is rich, that boundeth his desires.

Nor is there shelter in this gilded Path, Riches avail not in a day of Wrath, They can't secure us under failing breath, It's Righteousness that must preserve from Death.

In vain we trust that in an evil day, Which makes wings to it self and flies away. Tyrus, that heap'd up Silver as the dust, In Sea inviron'd Walls, and put her trust In Gold accumulated as the Mire; Was left unguarded to the wasting Fire. Why should we therefore set our hearts upon That which is not, because so quickly gon. Why should we load our selves with that thick clay, Will turn us from, or tire us in our way. With sorrow pierce our hearts great store to have, Of that which will not pass beyond the Grave. We smile, that Pagans send their dead from hence, With Money in their hands for their expence. We have no need to heap up so much Dust, We soon may serve our Wants, never our Lust. It's Food and Rayment, with Contentment blest, That will suffice to bring us to our rest.

What's us'd we do enjoy, the rest lies by, And only serves to please a careful Eye. He hath enough that hath enough to spend, On what is needful to his Journeys end.

Rich.

Come be not so morose for to deny What we invite you to, before you try.

So.

We need not try, for tryal hath been made; By one more able, hear what he hath said,* 1.2 Great Works I finish'd, sumptuous Houses built, My Caedar Roofs with Gold of O∣phir gilt. Choice Vineyards planted, Paradices made, Stor'd with all sort of Fruits, with Trees of shade. And water'd with cool Rivolets that drill'd Along the Borders, these my Fish-pools fill'd. For Service and Delight, I purchased Both Men and Maids; more in my House were bred. My Flocks and Herds abundantly increast, So great as never King before possest.

Silver and Gold, the Treasures of the Seas, Of Kings and Provinces, foment my ease. Sweet Voices, Musick of all sorts invite My curious Ears, and feast with their delight. In greater Fluency no Mortal Reign'd, In height of all my Wisdom I retain'd. I had the Beauties which my Eyes admir'd, Gave to my heart whatever it desir'd. In my own Works rejoyc'd, the recompence Of all my Labours was deriv'd from thence. Then I survay'd all that my Hand had done, My troublesome Delight beneath the Sun. What solid Good can Mans Endeavours find, All is but Vanity and grief of Mind.

Rich.

Come let us leave these Hermites to pursue, Their melancholly Fancies, So adieu.

The Exceptions of the Flesh, as to Self-de∣nial, in reference to the Things of the World, answered.

Soul. Body.

Bo.

MY dearest Friend, are we not too precise, Should we condemn all lawful exercise. And from black Choller take our scanty mea∣sure, Rejecting all exhilerating pleasure. Should Honour be so slighted, when we know It is a Gift, which God's Hand doth bestow. His Hand for Joseph high Preferment wrought, And from a Prison to a Palace brought. Where the Egyptian King reserv'd the Throne, But left the Rule to Joseph's care alone. He must in Phar'oh's second Charr'ot ride, Whil'st Bow the Knee, before him, Egypt cry'd.

Of Jesse's Seed, the youngest Son by Birth, God rais'd above the Princes of the Earth. He from a Sheep-hook to a Scepter goes, And from a Sheep-fold to a Kingdom rose.

God seated Daniel at the Median Helm, To Rule the Victor's great enlarged Realm. In casting down, he made him yet more great, In casting out, preserv'd him in his Seat.

And after him renowned Mordecay, Was rais'd by God to bear the chiefest sway, Within the Persian Empire next the King, His Fame throughout the Provinces did ring.

And as for Riches, is it not exprest, That Abram was with Gold and Silver blest. And did not Job for Flocks and Herds excell, All that upon the Eastern Earth did dwell. And many more good Men, of whom we read In Wealth and Honour greatly to exceed.

So.

Forbear (dear Self) what's good in these I prise, We may, yea, sometimes must use exercise.

It's that which in its season's very good, As needful as our Physick or our Food. That tyred Mind and Limbs repair'd thereby, May better to their proper work apply. But herein most in Pleasures do offend, They love them for themselves, not for their end. Or which is worse, they take contentment in Those which are sinful, or prove baits to sin.

Honour's a Blessing, and should be imploy'd For publique good, by those it is enjoy'd. Like raised Clouds they should sweet Showr's dispence, And fill the Vales with suitful influence. But many like the Clove-tree drain the Ground, And leave the place they stand on barren round. Thus did not Mordecay, of whom we read He sought the Wealth and Peace of all his Seed. And Nehemiah, that in high Place stood, Deny'd himself, and sought the publique good.

Riches are good, when justly got, and when We rich are towards God and unto Men.

When hungry Bowels are with Food made glad, And naked Loins are with warm Garments clad, When Fatherless of our free Bounty share, And Widows to our Table welcom are. But few there be that rightly thus imploy, Or justly get the Wealth they do enjoy How many hoord it up and let it rust, Or use it but as Fewel to their Lust. Be not deceiv'd, the Devil often flings His Hook before us, hid in lawful things; That by such Artifice he subt'ly may, Gain to himself his much desired Prey. Those that of old the Marriage Feast refus'd, Sought all by lawful things to be excus'd. The Devil did allure by what was good, From the rich Banquet of Soul-saving Food. It's not the Things themselves I do despise, But that same Mortal Hook that hidden lies.

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The Soul encount'ring with various Errors.

Soul. Errors.

Error.

1. IF unto Can'an you are journ'ing, stay, What need you tread such flinty tiresom way. Here li'th a Path in which you'll find more ease, Keep but your Heart for God, you Men may please.

Soul.

It's better in rough ways to gall our Feet, Then in smooth'd Paths a galled Conscience meet. Your Latitude doth contradict the Word, Those that seek Men to please, can't serve the Lord.

Er.

2. Obey your Guids, and if they lead not true, It's they shall suffer for it, and not you.

Soul.

As well blind Follow'rs, as blind Leaders shall, Within the miry Ditch together fall.

Er.

3. Here li'th a cleaner Path, a way wherein, You may be perfect now and free from sin.

Soul.

This is soon said, but still hath been de∣ny'd, By those that took the Scripture for their Guid. This Paul disown'd whil'st here, who did excell Most Saints that do on this side Heav'n dwell. John, the Asserters of it, doth condemn, As self-deceiv'd, having no truth in them.

Err.

4. In this same upper Road your way doth lie, Leave Ordinances, live immediately On God himself, go not about I pray, When as to Heav'n you have a nearer way.

Soul.

Till all the Nations in the World are taught, Till all the Saints are to perfection brought. Till Christ himself from Heav'n doth come a∣gain, The Word of Truth holds forth, these shall re∣main. And in the use thereof such Saints were found, As did for Gifts and Graces most abound.

Err.

5. Come turn this way and take the safest Path, Would you be justifi'd, mix Works with Faith. Or lay by Faith, and Feav'n by Works possess, Why dream you of another's Righteousness.

Soul.

And why not lay by Mercy, lay by Grace, For so it is, where Works do thus take place. Then Flesh may Glory, and to boasting fall, If Works instead of Christ, are all in all.

Err.

6. Let Humane Reason guid, a Beam Di∣vine Of that same Wisdom which in God doth shine. In all your Actions by her Compass steer, Believe no more than what is in her Sphere.

Soul.

Meer Humane Reason, as it can't per∣ceive, So neither will it Spiritual Things receive. Unto the Work of Renovation blind, Not many Wise, or Learn'd, do Heaven find. And those of them that find their way aright, Are only such, as in Gods Light see Light.

Err.

7. Dispute no farther, for the Church hath said, Here li'th your way, and ought to be obey'd.

Soul.

Prove this a true Church first by Scrip∣ture Light, Many pretend thereto that have no right. Next that she cannot err, in what she saith, Or else I know not how to fix my Faith.

Err.

8. If that same Spirit doth in thee abide, That Scripture wrote, you want no other Guid. Follow his Dictates, and his Voice obey, What need you Scripture to direct your way,

Soul.

The teachings which the Spirit doth af∣ford. Are for to open and apply the Word. It is by Scripture Light that he doth Guid, And by that Light is willing to be try'd. He that to Heav'n the ready way would find, Must in the Word the Spirit's teaching mind.

The Souls Morning Meditation upon the Rising of the Sun.

Soul.

So.

SEe how the Sun in Beauty doth appear, Raising his Head within our Hemi∣sphere: Like to a Bridegroom in his best Array, Or as a Prince on his Cor'nation day: Or the High Priest, whom Silver Trump doth call, To celebrate some solemn Festival: So with bright Splendor doth this Lamp abound, In Robes of Glory circumvested round. If it be sweet and pleasant to the sight, For to behold this great illustrious Light; How far transcendent will our Pleasure be, When we the Son of Righteousness shall see. And by our sight to Glory be transform'd, Like unto that with which he is adorn'd?

How swiftly doth this Golden Lamp ascend, And his bright Rays throughout the World ex∣tend. Although this Terrene Globe be very great, Reck'ned in Breadth Seven thousand miles com∣pleat? Yet doth this Lamp in largeness far exceed, From whence we may collect his flying speed. For in few Minutes from his first access, To our Horizon, doth he forward press. His vast Diameter, until he rear The whole thereof within our Hemisphere. And so runs forward with Gigantick pace, (Like one refresht with Wine) his joyful Race, That God who strengthens this unwearied Sun, Will help his Saints their Heav'nly Course to run. And they that love the Lord with hearts upright, Shall go forth as the Sun in all his might.

How fleet a thing is Time, when this swift Race, Is made the measure of its winged pace.

Posting from Morning to Meridian height, Then flies with trebble shade to call up Night. So is our Life, our Youthful Morning Sun, Speeds to the Achme of its full ag'd Noon. Then down the Hill to dusky night it hasts And as it goes, long shades of weakness casts. Is Time so swift and short, yea shorter yet, Because our Sun before it's Noon may set. Then let us reckon up our Time as fast, And ev'ry Moment count it as our last. And so accounting, see our Work be done, Before the setting of our posting Sun.

This Prince of Planets largely doth dispence, Throughout the World vivifick influence To Fruits and Plants, and all things that here grow, Yea, penetrates unseen to things below: Producing of those rich Metallick Veins, Which the dark Intrails of the Earth contains. Gifts for Delight and Vse, his potent Rays, In plenty through the Universe displays.

If God by this created Light doth give Such Gifts unto his Foes that here do live: What good and perfect Gifts shall the upright Receive from God the Father of all Light?

Again, observe when this same luminous Globe, Retireth from us in his oblique road; Then frigid Blasts from gloomy Skies prevail, And nipping Cold with frequent Storms assail. And when this golden Lamp with-draws his Light, Dark Clouds invest the long umbrageous Night. Whil'st couchant Beasts rouse from their Savage Cave, And with fierce steps after their Prey do rave. So when the Fountain of all Light and Grace With-draws and hides the Visions of his Face, Then is it Winter with the troubled Soul, And pensive thoughts, like Clouds of Darkness role. Then doth the cruel Lyon, couch'd before In secret Den, with dire Temptations roar.

But as the Sun with chearful Light doth thaw The frozen Earth, and near unto us draw; The heart of Man with vernal Joy is glad, And fragrant Meads with flowry Mantles clad. Pastures are cloath'd with Flocks, with Corn the Vales, And shouting Joy breaks from the Hills & Dales. So when the Son of Righteousness imparts His near approaching Beams to drooping Hearts, Then doth sweet Joy their troubled Spirits raise, And pleasant Fruit crown their reviving days.

The Souls Trials arising from Desertion.

The Soul and her Friend.

So.

HOw pleasant as an Angel is thy Face, Like dawning day that sable Night doth chase? I know your Learned Tongue can time a word, Which may to weary Souls true rest afford.

Friend.

To meet you thus far on your way I'm glad, But troubled at your Looks, to see you sad. Dear Friend, unbosome to me now your heart, What help I can, I freely shall impart.

So.

I know you will, and therefore shall declare With open heart, my Troubles what they are.

Once in smooth Seas I spread my well-fill'd Sail, Running my Course before a pleasant gale. The Skie was azur'd with the glist'ring Rays Of Heav'ns bright Lamp, gilding my peaceful days. The Stars from Orient Heads did beam forth Light, Yielding delightful Steerage in the Night. Then with calm mind could I directions give, With words in season, weary Souls relieve. With meekness lapsed ones restore through Grace, And dislocated Bones set in their place. The feeble Knees with strength I fortifi'd, And wand'ring steps in Paths of Light did guid.

And from my Lips the sad perplexed mind, By their resolved doubts did comfort find. Like the ascending Sun I joyful rose, And with the strong to run my Race I chose. At Night lay down in Peace with silent Breast, My closed Eye-lids gave refreshing rest. Then full Assurance yielded this support, I should with gladness make a happy Port. But whil'st my chearful Vessel thus did ride Before the Wind, upon the streaming Tide, Black Clouds and racking Seas my Joys invade, Wrapping my weary Soul in Deaths dark shade, By mighty Tempests drove with leaking knocks, Threat'ning to split me on the surly Rocks: By raging Billows in black Darkness tost, My fears begin to give up all for lost. In short (dear Friend) this is my woful case, Those quick'ning Rays which beam'd from that bright Face: That Glory gives to Heav'n, and Heav'n here, Are all with-drawn and wholly disappear.

That Lamp of God that shin'd upon my Head, And round about my Path bright Glory shed; Now ceaseth to afford its chearing Light, Leaving my mournful Soul in dismal Night. Vnready in her Tryals to believe Those Truths by which she others did relieve.

Fri.

Dear Friend, let not desponding thoughts thus move, Though God may change his Way, yet not his Love. Nay, out of Mercy he may think it best, Thy Soul should not on such choice Viands feast. He sees how aptwe are to grow secure, To think our Mount unmoved shall endure; And hence it is he brings in changes here, To keep our Souls in reverential fear. He sees how ready now we are to set, A higher value on our selves than's fit. How apt we are under bright Beams to slight Those tempted Souls which want that blessed Sight.

And therefore hides his Face, and thereby shows That we should friendly sympathize with those

It may be those sweet Joys by Vision brought, Thou dost not truly rate them as they ought. And now the Price hereof he will inhance, And teach thee how to value ev'ry glance.

It may be God is pleas'd to try thy Grace, And therefore for a time with-draws his Face; To see if Faith and hope will follow on In Paths of Life, when Sense and Feeling's gon. And whether thou, when Comforts are away, Wilt out of Love unto himself obey.

But were it only from his Soveraign Will, What cause is there in Silence to sit still? Those Joys in Heav'n he'll give thee at the last, Will make amends for all thy Sorrow past. But yet (dear Soul) remember ev'ry Word That may support unto thy Faith afford. Consider Light is for the Righteous sown, Joy for the upright is in furrows thrown.

And though it buried lies there for a Night, Yet will it spring up by the Morning Light. Keep then thy Feet and Faith in Wisdom's ways, And give not up thy Hopes in cloudy days. But wait on him that sometimes hides his Face From the beloved Seed of Jacob's Race.

So.

Dear Friend, I will consider what you say, Your solid Words in serious Ballance weigh.

Nuncius.

Nun.

THe wakeful Tempter always on his watch. Thinks this a likely time his Prey to catch. And as assaulting Forces, where they spy The weakest place, there plant their Battery. So Satan swell'd with hope, and fill'd with rage, Against the Soul, where weakest, doth engage. But still supporting Grace defeats his pow'r, And yields assistance in a needful hour.

The Soul Conflicting with the Assaults of Satan.

Satan. Soul.

Sat.

POor weary Soul, lay by thy lab'ring Oar, And run thy Vessel on the quiet shore. Go take thy Rest upon this pleasant Coast, Thou dost but toil in vain thy Labours lost.

So.

It would be lost if I should take up short, (As thou would'st have) of my desired Port. No, here I am resolv'd my Course to steer, And if I perish I will perish here.

Sat.

In vain thou hop'st this Tempest to out∣ride, And make thy way both against Wind and Tide. Seest thou how sin and suff rings on thee role, Like mighty Waves ready to sink thy Soul.

How one great Deep, doth to another call, Whil'st Water Spouts, with dreadful Noise do fall.

So.

It's no vain hope, for he that doth com∣mand To follow him, will help with his right hand. That Sins too many are, too strong, it's true, But not for Grace to pardon, or subdue. And though it be a black and stormy day, I'll wait on him whom Winds and Seas obey.

Sat.

And wilt thou still to him for help repair, That hides his Face and shutteth out thy Pray'r. Who over Heav'n gloomy Clouds hath spread, That neither Sun or Stars may Brightness shed. Who in his Anger cruel Bow hath bent, And poison'd Arrows in thy Bosom sent. And on thy-Neck hath bound thy sinful Yoke, And all thy Bones i'th' place of Dragons broke. Will Men for Shelter to a Lyon fly, Or wait for Mercy from an Enemy?

So.

Thou art that roaring Lyon, that dost watch, With hungry Jaws, the simple Soul to catch. The Enemy of God and all Mankind, Taking unwearied Steps thy Prey to find. And having sound, and drawn into thy pow'r, Mak'st it thy greatest pleasure to devour. But with the Lord Compassions do abound, The poor and needy this have always found.

Imbarked Jonah from Gods Presence fled, A dreadful Storm from God strait followed. In vain the Seamen toil with lab'ring hand, To bring their beaten Vessel to the Land. All that they do can no relief afford, Vntil their guilty Fare's cast over-board. A Whale doth strait-way seize him for her Prey, And to the Roots of Mountains roles away. Great Deeps his Soul do round about inclose, Incensed Floods and Waves upon him flows. In sighs his fainting Soul deep sorrow breath'd, Whil'st Reeds about his mournful Head are wreathd.

Three days imbar'd in Jaws of Death he lies, Yet unto God he looks, for favour cries. God hears and pities, gives the Fish command, The Whale makes haste to set him on dry Land. Thus God is ready to extend his Grace, Vnto poor Souls that seeks his blessed Face. And when he doth his own rebuke for sin, It's that he may their Souls to Mercy win. To pensive ones that do confess their Error, He'll be a Tower, though now he seems a Terror That hand that wounds his own, that strikes so hard, That hand will bind them up, that hand will guard; And self-abasing Souls shall quickly know He'll be their Friend, that seems to be their Foe. If not in God, then where can help be found? That hand can only cure, that did me wound. Vnto those Arms of Mercy I will haste, And on free Grace my Soul for ever cast.

Sat.

How God deals sometimes with his own, what's this To the Presumptuous Soul, th'art none of his. Nor is he thine, do not thy self deceive, His Arms will not the Hypocrite receive.

So.

Should it be so, proud Tempter, it's high time To hasten to him, that he may be mine. To cry to God (who ready is to hear) To make my Heart upright, my Soul sincere. To drive me to him, God hath sent his Rod, It's good for me then to draw near to God.

Contemplations suited to the Soul that hath found Morning Comforts, after a Night of sad Desertion and sore Troubles.

Soul.

So.

FRom the dark Vale where Death en∣thron'd doth sit, From the great Deep, and from the dreadful Pit, From Caves, that lodge the free among the dead, From lowest Dungeon, where no Light is shed.

From wand'ring Maze, where the umbrageous Wood Is rang'd by hungry Lions for their Food. My Soul is brought, preserv'd from threat'ning harm, To sing the Praises of his glorious Arm. When on my Soul the mighty Waters prest, When breaking Clouds, with thunder-claps di∣strest, When over-whelming Terrors on me roll'd, And Pains of Hell upon my Soul took hold; He from deep Floods my trembling Soul did catch, From yielding Mud my sinking Feet did snatch. From Thunder Spouts my strugling Head did shield, And from Hells Terrors timely help did yield. His quick'ning Favour did revive, and save My fainting Soul from the devouring Grave. And he whose Mercies always do endure, Vpon a high Rock did my Feet secure.

It's he that Ashes into Beauty turns, Anoints with Oyl of Joy the Soul that mourns. That doth the Needy from the Dunghil raise, And Cloaths the Pensive with the Robes of Praise. He with White Garments doth the sad adorn, And turns the shades of Death into the Morn.

Let weary Souls to him address their Cry, On tender Mercies still by Faith rely. To them that trust him, shall be Mercy shewn, Although in Deeps at present they are thrown. For he attends unto the humble Pray'r Of those that to the Throne of Grace repair. And though amazing Terrors may invade, They shall be sure to meet with timely Aid. And he that thinks it fit they should be try'd, When done, their Feet in Paths of Joy will guid. That so with Songs of Praise, they may advance His Name, that shines with helping Counte∣nance.

And hast thou now my Soul true Comfort found, And with Salvations are thy Temples crown'd? Improve the Peace thou hast obtain'd at length, The Joy of God is sent to be thy Strength, That thou may'st lively walk unto his praise, Who doth revive thy Soul with quickning Rays.

The outward Man under Weariness and Fears of not holding out, reliev'd by the Soul.

Soul, Body.

Bo.

WHat need is there (dear Soul) of so much haste, Let's take more time, I cannot move so fast.

So.

Our Christian Life's a Race, and must be run With active speed, until the Prize be won.

Bo.

Is there no smoother Path that may be found, Then this same rough uneven stony Ground;

That so our lab'ring Feet relieved may, With greater ease, run the remaining way?

So.

No, no, my dear associate, Wisdom hath Set this before us as our fittest Path, It's onely they which lawfully do strive, That shall with Conquest at the Goal arrive. Then let's with Patience run, and vigorous force Press forward, till we finish up our course. These Agonists that strove in Graecian Games, Once celebrated on Olympick Plains. That from Elaean Judges sought Applause, How strictly kept they to Her culean Laws. The Runners with their nimble Feet did hold The bounded Tract to the appointed Goal. With strained Limbs how did they forward thrust Vnto the long'd for Mark in Clouds of dust. And with contending Strife did agonize To crown their Brows with the desired Prize.

Which being won, the Cities with Renown Receiv'd their Victors through their Walls thrown down. As if it were inferior to their Sate, To make the Entrance at the common Gate.

If they with strech'd out Limbs did strive to come, Encircled with a fading Garland home. And thought it worth their pains, for sading Breath, To trumpet forth their Glory here on Earth, How strictly then should we with flying pace Press forward daily in our Christian Race, Where Saints and, Angels our Spectators are, And the great Judge sits in Tribunal Chair For to reward the Victors in this Strife, With an immortal glorious Crown of Life. Who in the Records of Eternal Fame, Shall always have an everlasting Name.

Bo.

Those Souls are blest indeed that win the Prize, Whose Conquest Saints and Angels solemnize.

That enter Heav'n with triumphant shout: But as for me I fear I shan't hold out.

So.

Fear not but view that great encircling Cloud Of Worthies, that with Acclamations loud, And vailed Crowns, ascribe unto free Grace Their strength to run and conquer in this Race. But above all, behold with fixed Eye, Our great Fore-runner Thron'd and Crown'd on high. Who to the Faint gives power to hold on, Increaseth Strength to them whose Might is gon. It's he by whom the Work of Faith's begun, It's he upholds it, till the Race be run. Come then, press on, thy Feet are drawing nigh Unto the Borders of Eternity. Put forth thy utmost Might, stretch out thy hand, The Goal's in sight, the Crown doth ready stand.

The Souls Meditation upon Eternity.

Soul.

So.

LOng Age of Ages, how long to de∣mand, Makes pos'd Arithmetick, in silence stand. To reckon up its date, she is not able, Wants places in her Numeration Table.

Could we together in one sum amass The Stars of Heav'n, and the Piles of Grass. The numerous Sands that on the Sea-shore lie, The Minute Atomes, in the World that fly; The Drops of Rain and Fleeces of the Snow, The Grains of Corn that ever yet did grow, The Leaves that Autumn from the Trees hath cast, The thoughts that through the Heart of Man have past. This would not make a Measure for to stretch, Unto its end, or yet its middle retch.

Duration, not divided, by what's past, Or yet to come, but still the same doth last. Eternal NOW, that always doth remain Wheeling about to the same point again. A Circle without Radius, that doth run Into it self, beginning not begun. Immensurable, by the longest Line, That can be stretched out by aged Time. Could we a Line of Figures lengthen out, Enough to gird the highest Sphere about. And the last number to be reck'ned there, Stood for the Vnites place of Plato's year: Yet all those Millions would not rise to be The smallest Fraction in Eternity.

Oh number numberless, unto whose store, Addition is not able to add more. Oh endless ever, where we must confess, Subtraction cannot make it one jot less.

Oh bitter Sin, Oh dear bought Lust, For which the Soul Eternally is thrust.

From the Supream and Vniversal Good, Into the Torrent of the Sulphurous Flood.

Depart from me, a Sentence full as Dire, As go you Curst into Eternal Fire. If when the Body with the Soul doth part, Such Mortal Pangs and Gripes do seize the Heart? Who can conceive the Souls convulsive Strife, In its seclusion from the Spring of Life? A loss that doth in one all Loss express, Full Separation from all Happiness. Besides this Loss, cast into burning Deeps, Where Terror reigns and Sorrow never sleeps. That without ease or respit, undergo The constant Rackings of eternal Woe. Vessels of dreadful Wrath, prepared wide To hold full measure, swallow'd up beside. Plunged in Gulphs of Sulphurous Whirl-pools bound, Sinking in Horrour, where no Bottom's found. Perpetually with bitter Anguish tost, For mispent Time and golden Seasons lost.

Whose Songs are turn'd to Scritches, and their Mirth Into the Pangs of everlasting Death. Where damned Souls can neither fain or fear Greater or worser Torments than they bear.

Oh wretched Souls, that in dire Flames must dwell, Longer than Words can utter, Numbers tell. That ev'ry moment, whil'st in liquid Fire, They burning are, think this must ne'r expire. That do fetch in, unto each moments pain, That EVER which in it they must remain: And add unto their present Misery, The endless Torments of Eternity.

Oh blessed be those Souls, that through rich Grace, Are ransom'd from this ever dreadful place. In whom Eternal Life is here begun, Running through this into the World to come. Death changeth not our State, but the Degree, Grace here begun, in Heav'n shall perfect be.

Where weary Saints enjoy their long'd for rest, And hungry Souls on choicest Dainties feast. Where Shields and Swords are turn'd to Harps and Palms, And Sighs and Sobs to blessed Hyms and Psalms. Where Saints, with Angels, in sweet comfort sing, With well tun'd Lyres, the Praises of their King. And there behold that Beatifick Sight, That fills their Souls with unconceiv'd Delight. Viewing the highest Object ever prais'd, With highest Acts of Understanding rais'd. With such clear Views, as infinitely will, The Soul with perfect Satisfaction fill. And by the Visions of that Light Divine, Transform and make them with his Glory shine. For through th' enlivening influence of his Face, He perfects and draws forth their quick'ned Grace. Here all imparted Glory that's made known, They view it so, as that which is their own.

And all the good that from Effects do flow, They in the first and chiefest Good, do know. And know it so, as to enjoy the same, At the Spring Head, from whence all Goodness came. No Good shall blessed Souls desire, or will, But at this Fountain shall receive their fill. United always, to that Good supream, Which evermore into their Souls shall stream. For Saints shall have with him a perfect Union, And so all Good from him in full Communion.

Oh happy State, where no dark shade doth fall, For Glory here is always vertical. No sable Cloud shall once obscure their Sun, No Night or Sleep shall hinder Joys begun. No long continuance shall abate Delight, Nor full Enjoyment dull our Appetite. But still Desires as large, Delights as fresh, As the first moment we did them possess.

No Sorrow shall those blessed Souls annoy, That enter once into their Masters Joy. Not onely that same Joy their Master gives, But that same Joy in which their Master lives. Not onely filled with their Masters Bliss, But swallowed up in that same Joy of his.

Oh blessed Ever, where all Joys remain Full and unchang'd, Eternally the same. The Comforts that we do enjoy below, Successive are, and ebb as soon as flow. In those are past, we have no interest, Of what's to come we are not yet possest. Onely the present's ours, if that we may Call that our own, which fleets so soon away. But in Eternity it is not so, Our Comforts there, no alteration know. Thou shalt not then desire more than thou hast, Nor canst thou wish for any Comfort past. But all together shall enjoyed be, And that unchang'd unto Eternity.

Glad and welcome Tidings to the Soul.

Soul. Angels.

So.

WHat is it these swift Messengers do bring, Cutting the Plyant Air with golden Wing? Whose Faces as the flaming Light'ning show, And Garments wear, white as the bleached Snow. Their dazling Brightness fills with trembling fears, Though in their chearful Looks good News ap∣pears.

Ang.

Fear not, for we your Guardian Angels are, And have from Heav'n glad Tidings to declare. Victorious Soul, successful Sword lay down, And now put on, the Star-enchased Crown. Come set thy Feet in this triumphant Close, Upon the Neck of all thy conquer'd Foes.

Thy Warfar's finish'd, and thy Race is run, The day's thy own, the glorious Prize is won. The flaming Sword that guardeth all the ways Vnto the Tree of Life, with fiery blaze Is ready to give way to thee, choice Soul, As having right to eat without controul. Make haste, ascend with us, and take thy share, With Crowned Saints that Verdant Palms do bear. Drink of those Streams of Bliss which he bestows, At whose right hand Rivers of Pleasure flows. Inherit all things in that good Supream, From whose bright Face all Happiness doth beam.

So.

Oh welcome News, more welcome unto me, Than Trumpet sounding to a Jubilee. But what am I, that Heav'nly Pow'rs should come For to convey me, to my long'd for home. I'm ready blessed Guard, onely I find Disturbing thoughts to leave my Friend behind.

We long have liv'd together, and have far'd Alike in Joy, alike in Sorrow shar'd. We hand in hand waded the Vale of Tears, And joyntly fought and wrastled through our Fears. Have been but one, and must we sever'd be?

Ang.

Yes for a while, its by Divine Decree: And but a while, yea soon shall meet again, And never part but always one remain. And one invested in that happiness, Which thou before art going to possess. Go take thy leave, with Comfort chear thy Friend, On Cherubs Wings to Glory then ascend, Vnto that House of Bliss not made with hand, Which in the Heav'ns Eternally doth stand. Into whose gladsom Windows shine alway The joyful Beams of everlasting day.

The Soul and Bodies mutual Valediction to each other.

Soul, Body.

So.

FArewel, dear Body, now for ever blest, From weary Labour take thy lasting rest. Fear not within this shade to lodge thy Head, Thy blessed Sav'our hath perfum'd thy Bed; And in the Morn will raise thee with his Voice, That we united may in him rejoyce. Corruption shall in Incorruption rise, Stript from the Rags of all Infir mities. No Pain, no Sickness, shall this State invade, Nor meager Death, threaten with gloomy shade: But Mortal, puts on Immortality, And conquer'd Grave yields up the Victory. No Tears from hence-forth shall bedew thine Eyes, Nor shall sad thoughts within thy Breast arise.

Dishonour shall be rasi'd in Glory bright, With radiant Beauty in meridian height. Each part proportion'd in right Symetry, And all things temper'd in sweet Harmony. Frail Weakness shall in mighty pow'r appear, That so it may a weight of Glory bear; And with unwearied Strength his Praise resound' That gave forth Grace, and Grace with Glory crown'd.

This Natural Body shall from Dust arise, A Spiritual Body, as to Properties. Inabled in an instant for to fly, Beyond the Convex of the spangled Sky. And with the Soul in highest Acts Divine, With chearfulness for ever fully joyn.

Rest then in hope, thy weary Eye-lids close, Lie down in Peace, and take thy sweet repose. In Jesus sleep, thy Vnion still doth hold, Though thou return'st again to thy first mold, Each Atome of thy Dust he'll safely keep, Till he shall raise thee from this silent Sleep.

And by his Pow'r, this Clod of Earth calcine, That it may like the Sun in Splendor shine. And this vile Body in Corruption sown, Change like that glorious Body of his own. That as the Earthly Image thou did'st bear, So in the Heav'nly thou may'st then appear.

Bo.

Farewel, dear Soul, Oh blessed be that Name, That did infuse thee in this Terrene Frame. Prais'd be the great Creator, that inform'd This Body with thee, thee with Grace adorn'd. Whereby my wand'ring Feet were guided right, From dark Maeanders into Paths of Light. And though to Dust I must again return, Yet I shall rise in Glory from my Vrn. If Chymist can that Gold extract again, They mixt with other Metals, to a Grain. And if opacous heaps of Dust and Sand, May be transmuted by a skilful hand,

Into such Bodies which transparent shine; As doth appear in Glasses Christaline. Why then should foolish Atheists think it strange, That God should gather'd Dust to Glory change.

So.

Once more farewell, until we meet a∣again, We that together suffer'd then shall reign. As thou dear Friend, with me the Cross did'st bear. So thou with me the Crown of Life shalt wear. We that together here in Tears have sown, Shall reap those Joys to Mortals yet unknown.

Oh blessed State for worthless ones pre∣par'd, Where God himself becomes their great Re∣ward: As causally he gives all Good to his, So formally himself will be their Bliss, The Great, Supream, and Fountain Good, will be Immediately our full Felicity.

Bo.

Again farewell, I shall no longer be, As I have been, a hindrance unto thee. When next we meet, I shall be tun'd to sing, The high rais'd Praises of our Heav'nly King. No Darkness, Dulness, shall this Heart arrest, No straitning Hardness any more molest. But then unwearied I, for ever shall, With thee dear Soul and Pow'rs Angelical, Be exercis'd in Services Divine, As freely as the chearful Sun doth shine.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Mr. Sandys his Para∣phrase on the 109th Psal.
• * 1.2

  Sandys his Paraphrase on Ecclesiastes 2.