Origens repentance: after he had sacrificed to the idols of the heathen Gathered from Suidas, Nicephorus, Osiander, and the Greeke and Latine coppies in Origens workes; illustrated and applied to the case of euery poore penitent ... Diuided into three sections: containing 1 Origens fearefull fall. 2 His behauiour in it. 3 His worthy and sound conuersion. Together with Origens life and death, and other materiall obseruations. Written by Stephen Ierom, Master of Arts, and preacher of the towne of Newcastle; first for his owne exercise, and now published for the good of others.

Origens Repentance: Diuided into three Sections, each Section containing a Century of Stanzaes.

SECTION I.

The Argument.

Origen shewes his griefe, and cause of griefe; The Vertues heauen had giuen him, his abuse: Sathans deceitfull wiles; displaies in briefe All their pollutions, and their subtill vse.

1.

OH thou who reades each sins confused line,* 1.1 Vapors of inke sent from my spotted soule; Conioyn thy teares, thy sighes, thy sobs to mine, Bewaile my woes, assist mee to condole; Pray with me, for me; prayers & teares do saile mee, Or if forth powr'd or showr'd, they'le not auail me.

2

So hard's my heart, so stony is my rocke, So frozen is my fount, my streames do stop; Sinne prisons sorrow, guilt doth griefe vp-locke, And euery sprig of grace Hels sword doth lop: I that was once a fruitfull spreading Vine, Sin-blasted, wasted, witherd, now decline.

3

How can I grow that haue no root of grace, Nor dewes of Hermon, heauens sweet refreshing? How shall I speake, when words will take no place? Words, sighes, tears, stopt, staid, dull'd by transgressing; Clipt are Faiths wings; Oh whither should I flie! Sin stops Gods eares, to whom then should I cry?

4

How should I walke? my legges sin-shackled are: How shall I see? spirituall eyes are wanting. What hope of peace, when God proclaimes me war? Where's courage, comfort, sinne my spirits danting? Who pleads my cause? my Aduocate doth leaue me: And hellish furies still of ioyes bereaue me.

5

Each Creature cries, and calles to be reuenged; Because with Idols I haue beene partaker, And traitrously reuolting haue offended, They threaten death in quarrell of their Maker; And if (Sea-like) they were not kept in bound, From wormes to Angels, all would me confound.

6

The Sun doth blush my sin, and threats my bane, Because (Owle-like) I fled the best Sunnes light; The Moone, the Starres, against me doe complaine, As with a seconda 1.2 Sisera prest to fight; Because fild full of light from Graces Sunne, Light, life, and loue, I lost, like wauering Moone.

7

I feare the Angels, and Arch-angels all, Cherubs, and Seraphins, the Thrones, and Powers; Their seueral orders thought Hierarchicall, The Bridegroomes Paranimphes, Churches Paramours, As iust reuengers of my fearefull fall, Since gainst their God my crimes were capitall.

8

In fiery flames my feares are to be burn'd, Asb 1.3 Sodomites,c 1.4 two fifties Captaines slaine, Because zeales fiers are into ashes turn'd; Sinced 1.5 Lots are vext, & wronged Saints complaine. Thus quencht and dampt, is euery flame of grace, And with these outward heats my flesh deface.

9

I feare the liquid aires tempestuous traine, Of haile, snow, storms, frost, whirlewinds, bolts of thūders, Since such extreams, such vipers oft hath slaine, Whose sins like mine, broght plagues, were ages wonders; Wel may ayre choake me with infectious smoothers, Since my pollutions haue infected others.

10

I feare the whelming waters to deuoure me, Ase 1.6 Iabins troupes, and thosef 1.7 Aegyptian foes: I sinke in Seas of sinnes, which ouer-poure me, The greater Sea the lesser may inclose; In surging waues I doe deserue the floating, Since, light as wateryg 1.8 Reuben, was my doating.

11

I feare the Beasts, my selfe the greatest beast,h 1.9 (As all the wicked are by Scriptures telling) Haue broke the bonds of grace, Gods Lawes & heast, Gainst Heauen sinning, gainst my King rebelling; Boares tusks, dogs fangs, buls horns, bears pawes do fright me; Snakes stings, birds beaks, each creature doth despight me.

12

For they may plague mee here, and after rise My guilt to witnesse, and my fault t'accuse, (As Shebaes Queenei 1.10 who went to heare the Wise; Or weeping Niniuites condemne the Iewes) So they may me, for they haue kept their place, Whilst I like Lucifer, haue falne from grace.

13

And as the Forrest Beasts that heare the sound Of their King Lyons voice, doe frighted quake; So I that heare and feele the thundring wound Of Iudahs Lyon, like the water shake, And with affrighted Euek 1.11 would liue vnknowne; All things haue guard, onely our feares haue none.

14

Yea, myi 1.12 Recorder, Iudge, and petty God, Altar of peace, earst Patron of my cause, Is now my Iayle, my racke, my scourge, my rodde, (As Aetna; Curtius gulfe) opes fiery iawes, And for my sinne, to sucke me vp, still threats; As blood-guilt wretchk 1.13, I'm pincht with pincers heats.

15

Oh metamorphosis! oh transmutation! Oh pricks! thornes, briers, on the vile sprigs of sinne: Oh bitter fruite! what change? what alteration? In body, soule, in minde, without, within? Oh pleasing poyson-sinne! oh Diuels delusion! Oh Pha••tons folly! Chaos of confusion.

16

Oh hart, heau'ns harbor, throne of heau'ns great King, The Bridegroomes bed, the garden growne with spicesl 1.14, The Spirits sweet lodge, heau'ns quire, where Angels sing; Now nest of vncleane birds, repleate with vices, A cage of stinging Scorpions, den of Diuels, Where Zims and Oyms haunt all sinfull euilsm 1.15.

17

Once felt I meltings, when the Bridegroomes voice Spake blandishments, and languishings of loue; Sweete extasies, my rapt soule did reioice, Ioyes influence distilling from aboue; O Pythagorean musicke of the Spheares! What Lydian, Doricke tunes, my Spirits cheares?

18

Now heart and harpe is broke, all frets, all strings My musicke marr'd, the Organ of my glory; My tongue, my bell, an harsh alarum rings, Vntun'd, vntim'd, vntrim'd, sad, sullen, sorry, Nor can my voice like Cymbals sound Gods praise, Wanting the Soules blest breath her Tones to raise.

19

My will once will'd t'obay Gods sacred lore, Like melting waxe, as men gold threeds doe draw, As tamed Heifers vs'd to'th yoake before, Submisse to beare, to doe Gods will and law; Since nilling late, to lend Gods truth my blood, I neuer since had will to worke one good.

20

My loue inflam'd to thee my Christ, thy Church, Thy glorious truth, thy holy ones, thy Saints, Now alienate by wilie Serpents lurch, With other obiects base it selfe acquaints: Chang'd are Loues torrents, streames are crosly flowing, Oares of affections are contrary rowing.

21

On God my feare was once diuinely placed,* 1.16 Tri-Vne Iehouah, was my loue, my dread: But now those prints of grace from heart are raced; And slauish feares are written in her stead: Such as are writ in Caine, or in the Diuell, The damned Ghosts, or Angels which are euill.n 1.17

22

But Conscience, Oh thou Pearle of Pearles the best! My safeties Arke, hid Manna, hony-tasting, Gold Throne of Salomon, faire port of rest, How are Seas sinne broke in, thy comforts wasting; Croesus call'd Solon, when his fate was dying; I Conscience, Conscience, cry; but none's replying.

23

As Saul that rebell King, whom God reiects, (Nor answeres by his Vrim, nor his Thumim, By Oracle or Prophets sacred texts,) Is in his strictest needs to Samuels running;o 1.18 As Zedechiah flies from place to place,p 1.19 Besieg'd and sackt, yet finds no rest nor grace.

24

So I to God, t' his Church, to conscience flie, My bosomes Ionathan, my friend, my Fort; Yet heare no answere, hope no good reply, Because to Endors Witch I did resort, And by my offerings Idols did preferre, Ioyning my selfe to th' worst Idolater.

25

How haue my fancies dream'd? what haue I done? What were my thoghts? Oh hand what wast thou acting? Wind-turning weathercocke, most changing Moone Ecclipst by Earth, no Sun of grace reflecting; Inclos'd and clouded in the mysts of sinne, Depriu'd of heate and light, without, within.

26

Oh what a torture in my troubled soule! (Worse then the wrestling of Rebeccaes twinnesq 1.20) Subiected now to Sathans base controule, And vassalliz'd by tyrannizing sinne; Faithes Fort subdued, and euery grace supplanted, Armies of feares haue all my spirits danted.

27

O speckled Soule! O miserable Man! Oh worst of Saints! Oh grosse and grieuous sinner! How are my beauties blasts? my meale all branne? My gold turn'd drosse? helpe, helpe, O Soules refiner; For Sathans fanne hath seuer'd all my wheate, Nought's left but chaffe to satisfie hels heate.

28

A guilded Tombe, a Sepulcher be painted, A varnisht pillar, plac'st in Gods owne Temple, With formes of grace, with substance neere acquainted, Of holiest Hypocrites, the worst example; A standing Cypher, onely making number, Seeming to wake, yet euer in a slumber.

29

Oh sin! harts gal, thoghts grief, my souls deep wound, Sadding my Spirit, my curelesse conscience raging, Within my flesh no powers nor parts be sound, My scorching heats, nor man, nor meanes asswaging; Onely Christs blood pour'd from each passiue vaine, Can heale my heart, my hurt, and helpe my paine.

30

To this I runne, poore silly sheepe for shelter, From raging iawes of* 1.21 wolues that would inuade me; In mine owne strength, in mine owne blood I welter, Till thy blest hand (my Soules Physitian) aide me; Each shadow, thoght, moat, hair, or dream doth feare me, (My guilt so great) lest ragingr 1.22 Lyons teare me.

31

O whither flie I? where, where shall I hide me From thy fierce wrath? O thou great God of vengeance: Nor Caines 1.23 nor Iudas, no ill may abide thee, But flie as heartlesse Deare the Hunters launce; Who viewes the frowning count'nance of thine ire, Is as drie stubble; for thy wrath is fier.

32

In euery place thou frights me with thy presence, In Heau'n, Earth, Hell, & deeps, thy powr's extended, Thou fill'st the World with thine vnmeasur'd essence, Where lurk I then? wraths brow, wraths bow once bēded. Each cauerne corner of this Earth thou knowest, Thou weild'st this welkin, through the Sea thou rowest.

33

No bush, nor leafe, could hide sin-conscious Adams 1.24, From thine all-seeing, all-surueying eyes; Nor Ionast 1.25 Tarsus Barge, nor Tents theefe* 1.26 Achan, No distance deafes thine eares from sinnes shrill cries: Oh then my sinnes as Sodomes pierce thy hearing, As red as crimson in thy sight appearing.

34

My facts are writ in thy memorials Bookes, Characteriz'd with Adamantine Penne, On which thine eye of Iustice hourely lookes, And sees each sinne, where it was done, and when; Lest thou forget, or I find ease within, My conscience checkes, curbes, cries doe neuer linne.

35

For if I would thee flie, yet flie my selfe I neuer could; my conscience still doth dog me, This Naemesis pursues, this fretting Elfe, This Wolfe, this Vultur gnawes, this lead doth clog mee, This bloody Slouth-hound all my footings traces, And finds me out, though in Meanders Mazes.

36

O pangs of selfe-guilt! how thy hellish brand Inflames my feeling parts with scorching dolors? A spirit which haunts and whips me with sinnes wand, (Like Brutus Ghost) affrights with fearefull colors; (As Abelsu 1.27 blood) this guilt hath loudly cried, That Peterx 1.28 like my Christ I haue denied.

37

Sinne Lyon-like, longy 1.29 couchant at my doores, Now gripes and grinds my heart, his seazed pray, As Tygers, or flesh-wolues ones flesh deuoures; My guilt me gnawes, whence heart as Hind doth bray: This Cerberus barkes, and bites with fixed fangs, Oh dyre convulsion! oh corroding pangs!

38

As bleeding Deere, hit, hurt with venom'd arrow, Runnes raging, restlesse midst the briery thicket, So sins dire dart transfixt through my soules marrow, Wounds, rots, rankles, restlesly doth pricke it; Like teeming women, paines and pangs increase, As sicke men, place I change, but find no peace.

39

As trait'rous in my sinne, so sorts my sorrow, On rending racke my heart's each houre extended; I sigh the nights, and sing laments all morrow: For Gods owne bow against me lieth bended; Th'inuenom'd arrowes of his wrath haue hit me, Nor will my stricter Iudge or Bayle acquit me.

40

Nor will my Iaylor free one fettred thought, But (Dogge-like) dogs me still, my soule accusing, With Scritch-owle-outcries, tels me what I wrought; My place, my grace, my God, my Church abusing: When sins foule guilt did first my conscience staine, By offering incense to an Idoll vaine.

41

Woe to my selfe, woe to my fact, my faulting,* 1.30 Woe to my griefe, my guilt, my horride anguish, My crooked paths, my blameful, shameful haulting; My streining conscience, bringing life to languish: Woe to my crauen heart, my Hare-like fearing, My coward courage, no temptation bearing.

42

Woe to my retchlesse reason, carnall counsell, My flatt'ring flesh, my seeming friend, my foe; With which consulting, head-long downe I fell Into this Sea of sinne, these waues of woe, In which now drencht, I drowne, 'lesse mercy minde me; Lost, 'lesse my Pylot steare, and pastor finde me.

43

Woe to my hand, first actor in this treason, Woe to my heart, first causer of my quailing, Woe to the place, the persons, woe the season; In which, by which my subtile foe preuailing, I grieu'd my God, and scandaliz'd his Saints, Sin prest, opprest my soule, through which it faints.

44

Oh pitty, pitty me, my cause, my case Friends, fellowes, followers, pupils, Christians all, Humbly I beg, you'le pray the God of grace, My sins to pardon, to remit my fall, To purge my spots with that vnspotted bloud Was shed for mee, where my blest surety stood.

45

Meane while Ile waile and sigh my sins transgression, And striue to wash my watery couch with weeping, From hearts compunction moaning my digression, And to the throne of grace submisly creeping, Poure out my soule, and spend it like a taper, Till all the fog of sinne exhale to vapor.

46

Oh that my head a wel-springa 1.31 were of waters, And euery haire dissolu'd to brinish teares, These mates (my sorrowes) should be quicke relaters To the wide world, filling all open eares, That God, men, Angels, spirits aboue, beneath, (If sensible) should heare my bellowing breath.

47

Oh that my head were turn'd into a fountaine, Mine eyes to standing lakes, the lids to sluces; Each dale, each vale, each groue, each desert mountaine Should witnesse well my woes for mine abuses: All fields, all forrests should my gronings know, And Eccho tell what throbs from my heart flow.

48

If none would answer, yet that sad Nymph would, For she repeats each lamentable story, Though faining Poets paint her for a scold, Yet Shee in part would shew how I am sory: The Hyades and Dryades would weepe, To heare my rufull cries wak't from sinnes sleepe.

49

If wisht desire were deeds, more would I weepe Then watery Niobe, then Heraclitea 1.32, Then he that stole Vrias fairest shepeb 1.33, Then shee that washt and wipt her Sauiours feetec 1.34. Then that Disciple which deni'd his Masterd 1.35, And after heal'd sinnes wound with sorrowes plaster.

50

O that my braine a perfect limbecke weree 1.36, Distilling teares extract by heauenly fier, These sweete dew drops would melt sinnes slauish feare, Such flowing flouds would quench heau'ns kindled ire. Not all the Nectar and Ambrosian iuyce Were halfe so welcome as those teares of truce.

51

O teares the keyes that opes the way to blisse, The holy water quenching celestiall fire, Th'attoment true 'twixt God and mans amisse, The Angels drinke, the blessed Saints desire; The ioy of Christ, the balme of grieued hearts, The spring of life, the ease of all mens smarts.

52

The second King of Israel by successionb 1.37, When with Vrias wife he had offended, In bitter teares bewail'd his great transgression, And by his teares found grace, by grace amended: He night and day in weeping did remainec 1.38, I night nor day can any teare constraine.

53

And yet my sinne in magnitude and waight His farre exceeds; how comes it then to passe That my repentance should not be as straight, Sith Graces face (deare Lord) is as it was? The truth is this, although my need be more, I am not humbled as he was before.

54

* 1.39O haplesse Soule! that bear'st the stampe of Heauen, Why didst thou thus abuse Heau'ns holy pleasure? Oh why was sense and reason to me giuen? That in my bounds I could not keepe a measure: I know I must account for euery fault, Yet with my God I heathenishly did hault.

55

This to peruse (deare God) kils my poore soule, Did not thy mercies it reuiue againe; O heare me (Lord) in bitternesse and dole; That of my fall doe prostrate here complaine: And at thy feete with Mary knocke for grace, Though wanting Maries teares to wet my face.

56

Shee (happy conuert) saw her life misled, At sight whereof her inward heart did bleede, To witnesse which, her outward teares were shed; Oh blessed Saint! and oh thrice blessed deede! But wretched I, that did worse sinnes then hers, Nor teares can shed, nor griefe within me stirs.

57

When shee had lost thy presence but one day, Thy want was such as shee could not sustaine, But to thy Tombe shee takes the readiest wayc 1.40, There sprinckling funerall teares like dropping raine; Nor from her search was shee once stirr'd or moued, Till shee had gain'd thy sight, her dearely loued.

58

But I haue lost thy presence many daies, Yet still am slacke to seeke thee as I should; My soyled soule in sinnes pollution staies, Vnmeete to moue vnto thee, though I would: Yet if I could by faith thy helpe attend, I know I should, as shee, find thee my friend.

59

Oh could I stay and pray! But oh how hard Is my steel'd heart! of mettall vnrelenting, How is all ghostly feeling from me barr'd From day to day? deferring my repenting; With carrion Crowes* 1.41 still croaking out to morrow, When present sores aske present plastring sorrow.

60

As baser banckerouts posting off their day, And their beleeuing creditors deludes, That neuer finds a time their debts to pay; So grace that knockes each houre (1), my heart secludes,(3) 1.42 Nor audience giues vnto the Spirits motion, Prescribing Rew,(2) 1.43 sinnes purging bitter potion.

61

Oh we mad men, procrastinating thus, Our tributary teares, our wisht conuersion:(3) 1.44 Not diffrence much betwixt bruite(4) 1.45 beasts and vs, (5) 1.46That runne in riots to our Soules subuersion; Retchlesse, regardlesse of Gods bounteous proffers, VVhich pressing present teares, grace present offers.(6) 1.47

62

What senselesse Beggar doth reiect his almes? What wearied Plaintiffe stops his causes hearing?* 1.48 What Souldiour's deafe to th'sound of drummes, phifes, shalms? What innocent wrong'd, puts off his present clearing? What vlcerous Leper would refuse his cure? What spotted face would not againe be pure?

63

Who scorns the blood-stone for to stanch his bleeding? Who thea 1.49 Olibanum to cure his stitch? What poore Petitioner staies his well-proceeding? Who present pulling forth, from fier, pond, ditch? Yet we fond sinfull men, weake wits, vnwise, Deferre repentance, present grace despise.

64

Amongst these fooles in highest ranke I stand, Who ought to be the first of penitents; Refusing cure from the best Surgions hand, Still lingring, calls of grace, in Kedars tents. Oh soule seduc'd, oh flesh as fond as fraile, With whom, nor grace, nor iustice can preuaile.

65

I know the sacred searcher of each heart,7 1.50 Both sees8 1.51 and knowes the deeds which I haue done, And for my last foule fact, may cause me smart, No sheltring place his fiery wrath can shunne: I should deceiue my selfe, to thinke that he For sinne would punish others, and spare me9 1.52.

66

The first man10 1.53 Adam (he that bred mans thrall) For one bare sinne was cast from perfect rest, And all mankind was banisht by his fall From Paradise; and vnto sorrow prest. If he for one, and all for him feele paines, What plagues for me, for greater sinnes remaines?

67

* 1.54The Angels made to attend the Lord in glory, Were thrust from heauen; onely for one sinne; That but in thought (as some record the story) For which they now in lasting darknesse bin. If they (once glorious) thus tormented be, I baser slime, what will become of me?

68

To Achan,1 1.55 Achans house one sinne of theft, As one of blood, brought sinne to Israels King;2 1.56 One sinne of pride hath Herods life bereft;3 1.57 One sinne of drinke to Nabal death did bring4 1.58. One sinne did5 1.59 Nadab burne; of sinnes, my one Exceeds all these, how can I scape alone?

69

What shall become of me, that not in thought, In thought alone, but in my words and deed, Besides birth-sinnes, this actuall sinne hath wrought? Idolatrizing makes my soule to bleed. What's to be done? Ile take the mourning wings, And onely flye to Christ, to cure my stingsb 1.60.

70

I know 'tis vaine, as saith the wisest man, To call againe the deeds which once are pastc 1.61: Oh let me see, what best is for me than, To gaine thy fauour, whiles fraile life doth last, That in the next I may admitted be In the mean'st office to attend on thee.

71

I will (as did the prodigall Sonne* 1.62 sometime) Vpon my knees with heartie true contrition And weeping eyes, confesse my former crime, And humbly begging, craue with low submission, That thou wilt not of former crimes detect me* 1.63 But like a louing Father now respect me.

72

Or as the wife that hath her husband wrong'd, Ile come with teares, and with a blushing cheeke, For giuing Idols what to God belong'd; And say, my King, my Lord, my loue most meeke, I haue defil'd the bed that thou didst owe, Forgiue me this, and mercy free bestow.

73

And though the world can witnesse mine abuse, As true spectators of my tragedie; My staring eyes Ile put to such good vse, Wearying my Iudge, so with my constant crie: That when my wrinckles shall my sorrowes tell, The world may say I ioy'd not, though I fell.

74

Euen thus in sorrow will I spend my breath, And spot my face with neuer-ceasing teares, Till griefe-bred winckles (messengers of death) Haue purchast mercie, and remou'd my feares; And then the World within my lookes shall see, The woe, the wracke, the sinne that troubled me.

75

And lest my teares should faile me at my neede, Before my face Ile fixe my Sauiours passiond 1.64, And see how his most precious sides did bleede, And note his death and torments in such fashion, As neuer man the like did vndertake, How freely he hath suffred for my sake.

76

If this his kindnesse and his mercie showne, Cannot prouoke me vnto tender crying, Then will I backe againe turne to mine owne, Mine owne foule sinne, caus'd by my faiths denying; And if for them no teares mine eies can finde, Sighes shall cause teares, & make mine eies more blind.

77

Oh hardned heart! oh more then flintie soule! Hewed out of Caucasus, oh Pumice eyes! Braine drie as summer channels, or parcht scroule; Oh tongue vntun'd for Hymnes, or holy cries! Deare Lord vnloose her strings, dissolue my flint, Strike my hearts rocke, that teares may neuer stint.

78

For as my sinnes surmount the sands in number, And equallize the twinckling starres of Heauen, * 1.65The heauiest weights that ere the Earth did cumber, So neede I mercies more, to be forgiuen; And sorrowes more, which may those mercies craue, To raise my3 1.66 Laz'rus soule from sinnes deepe graue.

79

No sinne so sinfull, neuer wretch so wicked, Transgrest as I (so full, so foule rebelling) Like to a wanton Colt gainst God I kicked, Against my Master; light and life expelling: In whom I liu'd, and mou'd, and had my being, Gainst him I spurn'd, his faith, his feare denying.

80

Apostate I,* 1.67 of all Apostates worst, Am farre ascendant in the scorners seate, In sinnes degrees commencst aboue th'accurst; Of cowards chiefe that euer made retreate, Flying his Captaines colours, and his cause, Frighted with feares of deaths deuouring iawes.

81

Nota 1.68 Hymeneus, Asian Alexander, b 1.69Phigellus, or Philetus,c 1.70 Demas,d 1.71 Iude, Hermogenes, ore 1.72 Nicholas did wander, So farre from faith, or practis'd halfe so leude: f 1.73Spire, Pimbletong 1.74, nor any time hath knowne, Like me turn'd Haggard, which away haue flowne.

82

I that was Captaine, thus to leaue my colours, A Shepheard, to the Wolfe to yeeld my sheepe, How the remembrance filles my soule with dolours, The Trumpe of truth proclaimes my sinfull sleepe; And in this backward race I beare that bell, Which rings my shame, and toules my fames last knell.

83

I that was plac'd in Christ his Church a pillar, Prop to the weake, and to the blind a guide, A friend to truth, to Sion a well-willer, Now turn'd Apostate, and thus backe to slide; This fact intrencheth me within the lists, Ofh 1.75 Oecebolians, or damn'd Iulianistsi 1.76.

84

I that in Alexandria was a light, The Churches starre, ore Christendome faire shining; I that such learned Volumes did indight, Besides all paines, disputing, and diuining, Oh (woes me wretch) my lights are out, or spotted, My Starre is falne, and all my lines are blotted.

85

Once was I call'd a constant Adamanti 1.77, So firme my faith, so fixed was my heart, No troubles could me moue, no crosses dant: This name, this fame, now lost, and laide apart, Not Adamas, but Demas Demens name me, And by that stile, let after Ages shame me.

86

I that could speake the threefold sacred tongues, Hebrew, Greeke, Latine; learn'd in all the Arts, To whose disputes ak 1.78 thousand Students throngs, Trouping (as Bees to Thyme) from distant parts, To sucke the Nectar dropping from my tongue; Euen that maim'd member, did my God most wrong.

87

I that could diue into the deepes profounda 1.79 Of Natures Well, thence drayning wondrous notions, Of plants, herbs, roots, gums, trees, which grace the groūd; Of heauenly lights, stars, fluxe, names, natures, motions; Yet for all this, Natures great God despising, With Pagan fooles should be Idolatrising.

88

I that was read in all the mysticke songs, Of numerous Poets, sacred, and prophane, I that couldb 1.80 criticke euery Writers wrongs, And rectifie his least transgressing straine; I that suckt hony from each Authours hiue, Should now worst Bee, drone-like, leaue off to thriue.

89

I that in th' Mathematickes deepe was seene, And publicke readc 1.81 mine Arithmeticke lines, But married chiefe to'th Arts commanding Queened 1.82; e 1.83Shining as Moone, mongst Starres of best Diuines, Like morning starre should fall from orbe of Heauen, Oh light, lend light, till darke sinnes be forgiuen.

90

Is he admir'd, ador'd, whose farre blowne fame, The Trumpe of mouths through forrein coasts doth ring? Then I; whose fame to'th Emperours Mother came, Who sends her Guard, which me to Antioch bringf 1.84; Whose heauenly lore, shee hauing heard and seene, Poures gifts vpon me, like greatg 1.85 Shebaes Queene.

91

From whence to Alexandria com'd againe, Opening Truthes sacred, secret mysteries, I then encreast my labours and my paineh 1.86, In commenting the holy Historiesi 1.87; Yet grosse Idolatry succeeding next, A falser glosing glosse, corrupts Truthes text.

92

Twas I the present times so much admir'd, (Like Roman Liuie) some came farre to view me: So sound my iudgement, th' heathens Chiefe desir'd, By push of learn'd encounters to subdue me; Both Platonist and Pythagorian, All whom confuting, some to faith I wank 1.88.

93

Besides disputes with Heretikes (hell bredl 1.89) Whose* 1.90 Dagon-errors fell before Gods Arke, The Spirits bright sword cut off their Hydras head; Truths light discouer'd, beate away their darke: Some Heathens, Heretike-conuerts were baptized, As Gods new plants,m 1.91 were watred, catechized.

94

These grew in grace, but since haue I declined; These forward went,n 1.92 like Elie I backe fell: These prosper'd well, I staru'd away and pined: These liu'd good Subiects, but I did rebell; These worshipt God in spirit first and last, I Sathan; when to Diuels I incense cast.

95

The more my blame, the more my shames confusion, The more my griefe, the more my bitter gall, So farre t'attend my subtile foes delusion, So farre from good, from grace, from God to fall; The more excuselesse is my yeelding sinne, More meanes, bands, bounds, I had to hedge me in.

96

* 1.93I knew the best, yet still did worse and worse; I knew the right, yet went the way was wrong; Saw Iacobs blessing, yet tooke Esaus curse; Knew truths sweete tune, yet erring notes I song; I knew the poyson, yet did drinke my fill; Saw what was good, yet follow'd what was ill.

97

I base, bad seruant, thus moe stripes deseruing,* 1.94 Because I knew what was my Masters will, Yet from the same byo 1.95 wiles and weakenesse sweruing, Am worthy drowning in my floods of ill, In which by slauish feares, by seruile failing, I plung'd my soule, temptations so preuailing.

98

Each circumstance addes weight vnto my fall, To sinke me deepe in this deadp 1.96 Sea of sinne, Chiefly my knowledge, and my place withall, The grace with Gods true Church I liued in, Professor of his sacred truth by teaching, But diffring farre in practise from my preaching.

99

I knew there's but oneq 1.97 God, as Sunne but one, One Earth, one Phoenix, and one Soule in Man; I knew this God would worshipt be aloner 1.98: Idols are vaine, vile, grosse, ands 1.99 nothing can. Thus with this truth, these Monsters still I slue, Teaching it others, yet my selfe vntrue.

100

Thus opposite to nature, false to all, The noble gifts, with which I was indued, I did proclaime with greatnesse of my fall, Stumbling on that I best might haue eschued; But pause my soule a little, take new breath, And then anew, weepe out thy liuing death.

The second Section.

The Argument.

He shewes the cause and cure of hatefull sinne, The dangers which depend vpon the same, The miseries offending Men liue in, And what the guilty conscience doth inflame.

* 1.100I Set faire Coppies, yet my selfe made blots; I prickt true notes, yet kept no tune in singing: I held Truths glasse, yet washt not out my spots; I slept, my bels yet others wak't with ringing; I made, and did perswade ful many a Martyr, Yet brought to'th best, I proued a silly starter.

2

Thus (Skuller-like) I looke not at my rowing, But as the Hare, I glancst aside in running; My words on Heau'n, my workes on hell bestowing, Sinne-wrapt, intrapt, for all my curious cunning; * 1.101I had sweete Iacobs voice, but Esaus hands, My tongue was free, my heart was chain'd in bands.

3

I cookt the meate, the which my soule ne're tasted, I did desire the gooda 1.102 I did not doe: Many to Martyrs Crowne my mouings hasted, Yet I (with Christ) to Caluary fear'd to goe, Beare-like to'th stake, vnwillingly I haled, The thought of fier my soule and flesh apaled.

4

Willing the Spirit was, the flesh was weake; This Heauenly part went on, this Earth recoiled: Grace marcht like Iehu, Natures heart did breake, My better part was forward, worse was foyled; Resolu'd my Soule, but feare my body chose, Which feare my Palinody* 1.103 did compose.

5

The dire remembrance of this cursed action, As thornes, darts, daggers, as the Serpent stingeth, That to my God I shew'd so weake affection, Each thought of this, blood from my hart veins wringeth, Oh that my griefes and groanes were loude as thunder, To fill the Earth, and cause the Heau'ns to wonder.

6

Oh that my lungs with sighes were worne away, Oh that this marble heart would melt and weepe, Or that this Rocke would rend on which I stay: In sorrowes brine, my soule I then would steepe. Oh would I could out-mourne the Pellican, The Doue, the Cranei 1.104, all Creatures, any Man.

7

Alas that I (a Cedar) straight and tall In Gods owne ground, by hand of grace well planted, Should now be barren, dead, and dried; and fall By him who Edens protaplasts supplanted: No sap of grace, leaues, buds, or blossomes left me, Nak't Man, nak't Swan; my fairest plumes berest me.

8

Alasse that I a Turret towering hie, Should with the ground be now low leuelled, A precious Pearle, soyl'd with impiety; A fruitfull Vine, vntimely withered: A burning Taper, darkned yet so sore, As that I feare it will lend light no more▪

9

I was a Saint, yet furious in my sinne; A liuing member, rott'n, dismembred, dead: Christs Spouse diuorest, vncleane, without, within; A ioint disiointed from my mysticke Head, A budding bough, broake from the tree of life, A beauteous branch, prun'd by sinnes poysoned knife.

10

Alasse that I bedeckt with grace, should lose it; Gracious with God, should gracelesse, godlesse proue, Like that Disciple, treacherously disposed, Who Diuell turn'dg 1.105, deuoid of faith, feare, loue. So Marcellineh 1.106 with holy orders crown'd, (As Records tell) was Idolizing found.

11

Alasse that I, a sweete wel-springing fountaine, Am now dried vp, like to a Sommers brooke, A fruitfull valley, made a desert mountaine, A watchman in a deadly slumber tooke; A well stockt Trades-man in the wares of Heauen, Now bankerout, vnthrift, talent lost, ship riuen.

12

Ay me my Priesthoodi 1.107, how shall I bewaile thee? Ay me my Ministry, how shall I lament thee? Ay me my Function, fouly haue I fail'd thee, Oh salt vnsauouryk 1.108, fruitlesse haue I spent thee: My brightest lightl 1.109 is lost; temptations puffe, Hath put my Candle out, left nought but snuffe.

13

Oh pitty me my friends thus falne, thus downe; Pitty my woes, my wounds, my sores, my sorrowes: Pitty the losse of my Celestiall Crowne, My crosse, my curse, my backe plow'd vp in furrowes; Pitty my staine, my shame, my ruthfull plight, Pitty me all, the Worlds most wretched wight.

14

Bewaile me, whom blest Angels haue bewailed; Bewaile me, whom the Saints haue long lamented; Bewaile me, who so fondly, fouly failed; Bewaile me, who so little haue repented: Bewaile me who for grapes yeelds fruits of bryer, Thistles for figges, allotted to hels fier.

15

Now let the Elders mourne, their staffe is broken; Now young Men mourne, your Master is surprized; Now Virgins mourne, of purenesse there's no token In him, by whom you once were patronized: Now Cleargy mourne, since your cleare lampe & light, Is falne from faith, by sinne eclipsed quite.

16

And I my selfe will mourne, and fresh renue My sad laments, vncessantly bemoaning My fact, my fall, with teares vnfained, true; With sighs, with sobs, and with continuall groaning: And with my mouths confession and hearts griefe, Ile breake the chaines of sinne, to get reliefe.

17

Ile take me wordsm 1.110, Ile vp, and to my Fathern 1.111, And throw mee downe before his mercies feete: And though I wrath deserue, he'le pitty rather; For his compassion's great, his goodnesse sweeteo 1.112: Ready to pardon more, then we can pray, To heare, and helpep 1.113, ere we our suites bewray.

18

Ile to my God, my guide, my gracious Sauiour, My Rockeq 1.114, my refuge, and my sure saluation; Acknowledging my wretched, worst behauiour, Most worthy wrath, deseruing blacke damnation;* 1.115 Ile offer on the Altar of Christs merit, Ther 1.116 offring of an humble contrite spirit.

19

Oh where's my Shepheard? here am I lost sheepes 1.117; Oh where's my Father? here am I lost Son, Awak't at last from den of deadly sleepe; Returning home ragg'd, tatter'd, and vndone: My oyle all spent, fond Virgins-t 1.118 talent wastingu 1.119, My mouth vnrellisht, swinish foode long tasting.

20

Oh where is he best, blest* 1.120 Samaritan? That saw, and sau'd the woe distressed wight, Whom Priests and Leuites, neither helpe, nor can; Yet he relieu'd him in his pitious plight: Lord here's moe wounds, view, rue this soule of mine, Sinne-bleeding, needing mercy, oyle, and wine.

21

Here's a fit obiect for thy loue and merits, A thirsty soule desires thy sweete refreshing, Whose birth-sinnea 1.121 by his Fathers claime inherits Hell as right heire; much more by his transgression: Here yet let mercy triumph, cease thine ire, And plucke me as a brand out of the fire.

22

I know my guilt is great, my fall is grosse, My sinnes yell loude, yet louder speakes thy blood: Me and my guilt, I bring thee and thy crosse; Where in my place thou pledge and surety stood: One drop of that balmeb 1.122 will my conscience cure, Applied by'th hand of grace, and heale me sure.

23

Oh it surmounts all Iulups, all confections, All Cordials, drugs, Bezar, or Vnicorne, All Smaragde, Diamonds, Rubies, Earthes eiections; All Pearle, all Gold, all Mines that ere were torne: They helpe the heart, and body in a swound, But this reuiues the soule, cures Conscience wound.

24

As sacred oylec 1.123 from Aarons head distilling, Downe to his skirts did speedily descend, So (Lord) with oyle of grace my Soule be filling; Drop downe thy Myrrh, this hard heart cause to bend: Me in thy Gardend 1.124 set to gather spices, Lop off my lusts, and weede out all my vices.

25

Lord speake the worde 1.125, thy seruant shall be whole; Checke my Soules tempests, calmes will then ensue; f 1.126Poure out thy Spirit, Ile poure forth my souleg 1.127; Reflecth 1.128 one glimpse of grace, t'will me renue: Tune thou my tongue, and it shall sing thy prayses, Touch thou my heart, my heart to Heau'n thou raises.

26

Giue thou me grace, and I shall giue thee glory; Lend me thy hand, I shall redeeme my fall: Strike thou my heart, I shall be sinne-sicke sorry;* 1.129 Ope thou mine cares, and I shall heare thy call: Vnloose my lips, and they shall swiftly moue, To vent my hearts diuine thoughts of thy loue.

27

Alas, in me all power to grace or good, Is quite bereft, lost, dull'd, and meerely dead, Sinnes-poyson festering both my soule and blood; Sinnes-canker spreads each part from foote to head: Leaues me as nak't as Adam, yet doth say, The vtmost debt of sinne my soule must pay.

28

My sin-sieg'd soule now won, Hels Prince inuading, Massacring Grace, his owne blacke troopes replacing, Hope faln, Loue coold, Zeale quencht, & Faith disgrading; Presents, proclaimes my fall, my foule abasing: More heartlesse I then Hens, Mice, Doue, or Deare, Since all my strongest Garrison is Feare.

29

Oh horrid alteration! dismall change; How is my Coyne backe alchimiz'd to Tinne? As when the Tartars, Turkes, or Gotthes did range Within those Coasts, which force or fraude did winne: Mangling their foes, promiscuous blood effusing, Their swords to spare or age or sexe refusing.

30

As some stearne Conquerour no sooner reares His blacke Flagge on the walls of conquer'd foes, Nor old, nor young, nor any kind forbeares; But all like sheepe, pell mell to ruine goes: As armed Greekes did tyrannize in Trey, When Synons craft did Ilium destroy.

31

As is the Ship on Neptunes curled backe, Tost here and there (wind-sporting wooden ball) Till on some dismall Rocke at last shee cracke; Her splitted plankes, lo here, lo there they fall: The wares all lost, the passengers doe downe, Vnlesse helpe come in that same fatall stowne.

32

So faires my Soule: faire Port once well compacted, A Shippe well rigg'd, an Army set in order, Faith, Generall, Pylot, King, had Lawes enacted; Reason Vicegerent, Memory Recorder: Heart, Will, Affections, Subiects yeelding homage, My Microcosme in this time felt no damage.

33

But oh my sinne•• sinne-offring to the diuell, This subtill Diuell, this disturbes my peace: This Greeke, this Synon, this ranke roote of euill, Layes me on Hels racke, makes my Heauen cease: Beheads each grace, makes shipwracke of my soule, Subiects each power to Sathans damn'd controule.

34

Confounds mine orders, brings an Ataxie; Fires all my roomes, burnes my retiring Harbor, Queene Faith deposeth from her Regen••ie; Shaues off each grace, like Sampsons femall Barbori 1.130: Combustion makes, as Nero did in Romek 1.131, Fires euery streete and place, where it doth come.

35

Oh fearefull Symptomes of most deadly sinnes! Oh dangerous death to eate the fruite forbidden! Who can cast vp th' account our trespasse winnes? Sinnes honie's seene, though still his sting be hidden: Yet stings he hath, which lead likel 1.132, without dout, Lies in our flesh, till sorrow eate it out.

36

Sinne, as false Iudas, murther-minding Ioabm 1.133, Thou hast thy hayles, thy congies, and thy kissings; A seeming Israelite, a reall Moab; A den, a Serpent lurkesn 1.134, yet hides thy hiffings: As doe the blacke-thorne buds, thy flowers seeme faire, Bitter thy fruite as gall, and Aloes are.

37

As Riuer* 1.135 Hipanis, smooth running streames, Thy course to deaths dead Sea is speedy tending, In clouds of death thou sett'st thy glim'ring beames; Faire seeme thy proiects, to perdition bending: Thy Labanso 1.136 promises are faire, not iust, A staffe of Reedes deceiues the leaners trust.

38

As Sodomes Apples, neere th'Asphalticke lake, Of specious shew, yet touch't, to ashes turning, So are sinnes poysons sweete, yet banep 1.137 to take; Like iealousie the guilty bowels burning: Thy Coloquintq 1.138 brings death into the pot, Which till we swallow, we discerne it not.

39

Oh Hels false Factor! Agent for the Diuell, By what crosse wayes and wiles thou doest delude vs? * 1.139What straines, what traines, baites, stratagems for euill; That Hell may haue vs, Heauen may seclude vs? How neere at each aduantage dost thou watch vs, With Matcheuillian pollicies to catch vs?

40

Like to a cunning Angler, Hell can frame His baites for Soules, of euery seuerall fashion: He knowes each man, his place, face, nature, name; Acts, words, profession, and imagination: Accordingly to which he still is heeding, To baite sinnes hooke, as serues each stomacks feeding.

41

What Syrens tunes? what false Hyenaes cries? What Dalilean curious delusions? What Circes charmes? what grosse Mercurian lies, Thou forging frames to worke our soules confusion? What change of calles? false Fowler to intrap vs, In nets and ginnes, in which our sinnes doe wrap vs.

42

If Iudas will betrayr 1.140, here's ready coyne; If Caine will kills 1.141, thou wrath, words, swords, canst lend: Here's golden wedge, if Achan will purloynet 1.142; If Esau hunt for bloodu 1.143, thou wilt attend: If Herod* 1.144 seeke for whores, he shall haue more; Rome, France, and Spaine, keepe euer Stewes in store.

43

If Ammon burne, vail'd Thamarx 1.145 shal be brought him, Th'hast Pandar-Ionadabs for lusting Peeres: If faire foule Absolony 1.146 haue but bethought him, To sayle for Colchos Crowne, thou Pylot Steeres: His ship of fooles, his youthfull blood sea-boyling, Achitophel shall direct his lusts, his spoyling.

44

When Eue did longz 1.147, thou didst commend the apple, Which fatall foode soone flatter'd Adam tasts; Ere since sweete sinnes of euery stampe and staple, For euery tooth, cook't, caru'd, drest, prest thou hast: Each act, each fact, each sinnes deede is thy iewell, To euery lustfull fire thou bring'st the fuell.

45

I write my thoughts, my knowledge, and my sence, I faine not lies or libels* 1.148; those are thine, Birds of the night, thine owne darke deeds pretence; Lead'st hand and heart in euery slandring line: But what I know, I speake; mine owne heart vext, Writes feeling Comments on this wofull text.

46

I am that Bird the Fowler subtilly drawes, Caught like the flie in what Hels spider weaued; I am that Lambe falne in the Lyons iawes, Like that young Propheta 1.149 by false friends deceiued: I credulous Hare, catcht vp by Fox-like gaming, Burne like the Flie within the Candles flaming.

47

I now all woe, haue others woes bewailed, And wept* 1.150 their tragicke case, their ruthfull fall, Now act their parts, (so sore hath sinne preuailed:) Oft in my griefes I haue bemoan'd King Saulb 1.151, Of place, grace, peace, yea, hope of Heauen bereft, And to the hands and power of Sathan left.

48

I once bewail'd the wise King Salomonc 1.152, (Mirror of Men, with euery vertue graced,) Yet falne so farre, so foule (vnworthy Sonne Of so sincere a Sire) so sinne defaced, That once I deem'd him damn'd; but that repented, He was Christs type, Truths pen, Gods loue, & sins relented.

49

I haue lamented strong victorious Sampsone 1.153, Gods Worthy, great Alcides Paralell, (Weake Israels Pillar, and the Churches Champion;) He that by wanton Woman foully fell: Of these, and many mo I mourn'd the fall, Yet I more blotted, spotted then them all.

50

I sympathize and symbolize the last, Most of the three, yea, passe him in his crosse; He lost his haire, my heads chiefe Crowne is cast; He carnall eyes, eyes mentall are my losse: Him, Earths possessions; my spirituall gift, And heauenly riches are by sinne bereft.

51

He to a Woman bowed, to Belial I; He gaue his seede to Moloch, I my soule; Him lust corporeall; me Idolatry, Spirituall fornication, did make foule: He by a Womans wiles, was brought to shame, Me mine own timerous tongue hath brought to blame.

52

As he, so I digressed by degrees, Walking Oxe-like, by steps vnto the shambles: All vertues wine, I turn'd to vices lees; My hearbe of grace, Tyme turn'd, and choak't with brambles: As Waxe with fier, or fat of Rammes consuming, So did I melt, when I did dare presuming.

53

Lastly, as hee was out of Iacobs bound, In Timnaths Coast, among th'vncircumcis'df 1.154, Wandring astray; as Sichemg 1.155 Dinath found; A lustfull fire his enflam'd heart surpris'd: He drunke stolne watersh 1.156 at the Harlots well, Straide from Gods Mount, the Fount of Israel.

54

So I imprudent, was snar'd by condition Of false Men, that equiuocating speake; (Their crafts conueiance, voide of all suspition;) To them I got soone as the day did breake: Put them in minde of promise; they were slacke, And vrg'd my sacrifice; which done, they brake.

55

Eftsoones these Apes did mowe, Gods Doues did mourn; These Philistines reioicei 1.157, the Church she weeps; Oh Origen! Origen from the Faith doth turne: Thus bleate the Flockes, alasse our Shepheard sleepes. Origen hath sacrific'd, the streetes resound, Our Pillar's falne, our Pastor's in a swound.

56

Oh crimson sinne! oh most accursed deede! Oh maddest Man! infatuatedk 1.158 wretch; Oh, this recording makes my heart to bleede! And fresh againe on th' racke my conscience stretch: For my prophane hand scarse did touch the fire, When on my heart God lighten'd signes of ire.

57

That royall Psalmist did no sooner plucke, The lap from Saul (that was the Lords Annointed;) But with the guilt his conscience foule was struckel 1.159; His body shooke as it had beene disiointed: So I no sooner sinn'd, but through my Liuer, An Earthquake ranne, which made my heart to shiuer.

58

The raging Element no sooner wasts, Th' Idolatrous Incense in her furious fiers; But instantly my Iudge incensed, casts His brands of wrath, which all my spirits tiers; And burnes mine intrals, like the Centaurs shirt, Which lust-burnt Hercules to his loynes begirt.

59

As he, so I feele hideous, hellish anguish; This dire Megaera, selfe-corroding worme, Still s••••ding, fretting, causing curelesse languish; Sinnes-ghost, feare-frighting with his gastly forme: As that great Magies doggem 1.160, Cornelius crying, Vaunt thou curst curre, cause of my damned dying.

60

The stone of Sisiphus, Ixions wheele, Prometheus vulture, punisher of pride, All such fein'd plagues, as Poets forme, I feele; As Moses* 1.161 bush, selfe-burning fires I bide: Right Salamander, in these flames I liue, A dying life, or liuing death, sinnes giue.

61

Oh curst content, which mortals take in sinning! A pleasing paine, a painefull perillous pleasure, A gainefull losse, a hatefull losing winning: What's wonne is wrath, what's gain'd is Gods displeasure: Storing vp wrathn 1.162, as misers pile their treasure, Til prest downe weighto 1.163 the iust God payes in measure.

62

Oh sinne! oh couchant Foxe! how neere my doore Thou mak'st thy den; which ope, thou entrest to, Like Sampsons Foxes with fire-brands in storep 1.164; Ti'd to their tailes; with thee are fire-brands mo: As needle for the threed, so sinne makes way For woesq 1.165; it's Prologue to the Curses play.

63

Sinne vshers Iudgement, Punishment's her Page, Which close attends, as puny Clerkes their Masters: When sinne hath wrought, Wrath payes deserued wage. Herod, Caine, Iudas, and the Gospels wasters, Haue tri'd this truth; and each dayes practise proues it: Oh let none sinne! who hath a soule and loues it.

64

For tis an act i'th vpper h••use of Heauen, In Gods Booke writ, and limb'd in each mans life; Who wilfull sinnes (vnlesse by grace forgiuen) Shall die the deaths 1.166, and liue in endlesse strife. As Iacob held his brother Esaus heelest 1.167, So curses follow sinnes fast running wheeles.

65

And oft oretakes it, takes it in the act, As Iudges theeues, Masters their Seruants tripping; Or as the whore tane in her filthy fact, Seldome, or neuer scapes without her whipping: So finds my soule, my sinne like Neroes motheru 1.168, Hath form'd this brat, (selfe-guilt) my peace to smother.

66

Nay more, my iust Iudge, iusta 1.169 proportion keepes, And Iudahs Lyon holds the measures equall; The watch of Israel wakes, not slumbring sleepes; But viewes each sinne and circumstance withall: As we him grieue, so he augments our grieues; Thus Iudges doe to fellons and to theeues.

67

Ifb 1.170 Adonibezecke cut off the thumbes Of seauenty Kings, the like hee's like to find. If Agags Sword deuoure, Iust Samuels doomes The like to himc 1.171. If Sodomites be blind By sensuall lust, depriu'd of th'eyes of reason, God strikes with bodies blindnessed 1.172 in that season.

68

If these most monstrous men doe burne in lust, Against both grace, and natures constant light, For Heau'n to rainee 1.173 vnnaturall fire tis iust, Which may consume these monstrous men outright. Nay, if the Churle doe grudge a crummes reliefe, Tis fit his tongue in hellf 1.174 doe feele the griefe.

69

Thus tis with me; as I did sinne by fire, As Nadab and Abihu, Aarons sonnesh 1.175; So scorcht am I with fiery flames of ire; And as my sinnes, so God my iudgement doomes: As Candles, Candles light, as fire makes fire, So sinne brings plagues, as like as sonne to sire.

70

Like plagues indeed, yea, all plagues and extreames; Not marching slowly in the reare behind; But linckt as close as theeues in iron chaynes. So Ionas sinnei 1.176 wrath followed swift as wind: Yea, Sea, wind, waues* 1.177, each Creatures bow is bended, To take their great Creators part offended.

71

I am too sure, with me hee is offended, I feele his force, I feare his frownes, his might; His rods are ready, and my stripes intended; His darts are sharpe, his sword vnsheath'd to fight: Nor can my false deluders now bestead me, That to this act by false delusion led me.

72

They cannot me bestead, nor helpe themselues, Nor their indanger'd soules; nor can they saue From splitting on sinnes ruinous rockes and shelues; For dead they are, and buried in sinnes graue: Themselues dead carrions, me they kill'd with stinke, They Sathans slaues, me in their chaines they linke.

73

Thus stood the case; this curst compact was made, That if to Idols I would sacrifice, They willing seem'd, and held them well appaide, To condescend that I should them baptise: In heate of zeale, to gaine them to my God, I serued their's; Oh here's my racke, my rod!

74

Oh heate vnhallow'd! oh thou wild fire burning! Nor quencht, nor dampt, with waters of discretion; Prepostrous zealeb 1.178, Church, Commonwealth o'returning; Drunke with conceits, deuoide of circumspection: Vntamed Colt, wild Asse, still fondly braying; Torrent broke forth, all drowning, all dismaying.

75

Oh fondling I •• (for sinners all are foolesc 1.179) In seeking others, I haue lost my selfe; In bringing Heathens to the Christians Schooles, I fell from faith, dasht on sinnes dangerous shelfe: To helpe the rest, I drown'd in deepe desire, I burnt in pulling others from the fire.

76

In setting others right, I mist my marke; In sauing others, I haue lost my life; Others to bring to light, my light's made darke; To worke their peace with God, I wrought my strife: Them to present spotlesse before the Lord, I Sathan seru'd, and made my selfe abhorr'd.

77

I euill did, that good might come thereon, In fauouring, furthering good, I acted ill; By good intents and thoughtsd 1.180 I am vndone; In willing well, I lost my blisse of will: I planted thornes, in hope that grapes might grow; That figges might sproute, I thistle seeds did sow.

78

The Pagans to the Faith I sought to turne, That so their silly Soules, as Bees in Hiue, In Heauen might rest: For this my zeale did burne, As me of sleepe it wholly did depriue: For all night Sathan in his sleights expert, Thus laboured my purpose to diuert.

79

What Origen,* 1.181 and starts thou at the matter, To cast some graines of heath'nish Frankencense; Since hundreds thus thou'lt bring to baptismes water? With pueling conscience canst thou not dispense? What, is the fact so foule? the crime so great? Know'st thou not God is easie to intreate?

80

Hath he not pardon'd greater sinnes then thine, Peter, Manasses, Dauid, Mary, Paul? Fear'st thou on thee his mercies-sunne to shine, When thy deseignes are good, thy sinne so small? Againe, to gaine him soules if thou desire, Thinke what thou winn'st by sprinckling but this fire.

81

Besides, thou little dream'st (demurring man) If thou denie, how hot's the fire to burne thee, Or how the scorching flame thou suffer can. By these deceits, oh Diuell thou did'st suborne me; To doe thy will I; rose by dawne of day, Omitting, nay, forgetting for to pray.

82

Oh blinded heart! why didst thou not remember? Oh foolish mind! why didst thou not bethinke thee? Oh distract braine! hand, tongue vnmindfull member; Oh senses, in sinnes chaines what Diuell did linke ye? No Crane-likee 1.182 Sentinell, mongst all discries This Mercury that charmes your Argus eyes.

83

You saw no hooke within this Fishers baite, You saw no net orespread with Fowlers chaffe, You spied no trickes in Sinons subtill pate; In Sathans trough you fed, yet felt no draffe: So faire a threed this Spiders craft did spinne, You doubted not, nor did detect a sinne.

84

In Babels language Sathan casts suggestions, How that my sinne (if any) veniall was; Soone shifted, shrifted, pardon'd by confessionsf 1.183; Almes, Aues, Beads, Workes, Trentals, D••rge; or Masse: But heauier then the lead, sand, stone, I find, Light-seeming sinne, oppressing soule and mind.

85

Oh small, great sinnes! great, little, what's your name? Little in shew, in substance grosly great; Like poysond pricks, smal wounds; yet great's your flame; As smother'd fire, sparkes slow, yet strong the heate: As ranckling sores false heal'd, doe inly rot, So smallest sinne wounds want nor guilt, nor spot.

86

How small the sinne, when Eue the fruite desired? Yet like that little flea which Adrian choaked; Or like some smaller sparkes which Townes haue fired; This sin choakt grace, and Gods strong wrath prouoked: This is Pandoras boxe, the Troian Horse, Whence came ill Greekes, (all grieues which mortals crosse.)

87

What lesser sinne in carnall reasons eye, Then sweare by Heauen, by Earth, by head, by heart? Faith, troth, the siluers crosse, or cocke, or pie? Yet each of these doe act their sinfull part, Come from the Diuell, and descend to hell:* 1.184 Iamesd 1.185 and Christ Iesusd 1.186, both this truth doe tell.

88

To tearme a Brother Racha, Rakehell, Foole, Precise Asse, cocke-braine Man; such libell phrases, Each tongue inflam'd by hell doth vsuall rowle; Besides such oathes as Heauen and Earth amazes: These deem'd small sins, small rockes, yet conscience beating; ^e Councels confusion, hel is Scriptures threating.

89

What Gods cals foule, ler no man cleanly call; God saith each sinne's vncleane, let none defend it; Each sinne which God calles greatk 1.187, let none count small: But leaue it, loath it, end it, and amend it: For his pure eyes hates that which is impure, But most the stupid, sensuall, and secure.

90

No concord is there twixt chiefe good and euill; Twixt th'Arkel 1.188 and Dagon, Christm 1.189, and Belial; Twixt God and Mammonn 1.190, Michaelo 1.191 and the Diuell; Twixt hony sweete, and Aloes or Gall: As oyle with dregs, or Eagles plumes with rest, Mixe not; no more should bad be mixt with best.

91

Oh these, these bad ones, were my soules betrayers; Agents for Hell, fit Factors for all ill; The Prince of darkenesse, buisie, base purueyers; These witcht my mind, inueagled my willo 1.192: These like rot Apples, did corrupt me sound, These high shelu'd sands, soon broght my ship on groūd.

92

Ill company, oh cause of many woes! The sugred baite, that hideth poysoned hooke; The rocke vnseene, which shipwrackt soules orethrowes; The poysoned Basiliske that kils with looke ^c: The easiest step to ruine and decay, Graces confounder, and Hels smoothest way.

93

Oh that I were confin'd to some close caue, Where all alone retir'd from Earths delight, I might with Peter, teares vntroubled haue, And neuer come in wretched worldlings sight; Whose ill-bewitching company still brings, Deepe prouocation, whence great danger springs.

94

This, well fore-saw good men of ancient time, Which made them shun th'occasion of foule sinne; Knowing it was the Nurse of euery crime; And Siren-like would traine fond worldlings in: Alluring them with musicks rarest sound, But poysoning them with many a deadly wound.

95

This made those ancient Hermits* 1.193 liue retired, In vaults, in rockes, in deserts, dennes, and caues; Herbes, rootes, and waters, were the foods desired, Dead to the World, mewed vp in liuing graues: Beasts, Birds, their fellowes: Creatures, all their bookes; This course they held t'auoid sinnes snaring hookes.

96

Yet now hee's held no sociable man, In this corrupting age, that shall refuse T'associate wicked persons now and than; Nay, vild, precise, vnlesse their wayes he chuse: Frequent good fellowship, and giue such place, As vildest liue, and furthest off from grace.

97

But better tis (beleeue each wise mans triall,) To flie such good-bad fellowes, rockes of euilla 1.194, And leaue them fretting, fuming at deniall; Then with such wild geese flie vnto the Diuell: For who like Iacobs sonnes doe ioine in ill, The brandisht sword of vengeance shall them kill.

98

Oh flie these Impes of hell, all you that feare, Or sinnes, or plagues; or loue God, and your quiet; Each Christian Pilot learne at last to steare Farre from these rockes, runne not their course of riot: Let euery Lot be out of Sodome hastingb 1.195, Leaue Babilonc 1.196, lest you her plagues be tasting.

99

Tread not the ground where Corah curst doth standd 1.197, Dathan, Abirame 1.198, with their complices; Lest that you be deuoured out of hand, Partaking wrath with their most vaine deuices: Let euery louing Christs beloued Iohn, Leaue wretcht Cerinthusf 1.199 in his bath alone.

100

Why shold Christs sheep go graze amōgst the goats? Mongst bloody Wolues, Lambes cannot be delightingg 1.200: Gods harmelesse Doues had better keepe their coates, Then flie with Hawkes, or feele the Vultures griping: Good Chickens by the Glead were neuer had, Or Bees by droanes, or godly by the bad.

The third Section.

The Argument.

He shewes the powerfull strength of mouing prair, And with what melting pitty tis receiu'd; How fleshes frailtie's subiect to despaire, If by Faiths Conquest, Hell were not deceiu'd.

I Am no Mountbanke, painting glosing fables, I speake my feelings and my deare bought wit; Thousand of yeeres haue writ this truth in tables; Confirm'd by witnesses in sacred writ: That as the plague-sicke doe infect the wholea 1.201, So vicious fooles infect the vertuous souleb 1.202.

2

That Phenix for his faith, the faithfuls Father, Best blest of very Men, great Abraham, When did he faine, or foule dissemble ratherc 1.203, But when to Heath'nish wicked Courts he came? When did that holy Dauid faine a madnesse, But in King Achis Court* 1.204 the finke of badnesse?

3

When did chaste Ioseph sweare by Pharaohs life, But train'd in Aegypt farre from Israels Tentsd 1.205? How grudg'd meeke Moses at the floods of strife, Amid'st the route of rebell rablementse 1.206: Where was Church pillar* 1.207 Peter, Cephas shaken, But in the High Priests Hall* 1.208 by feare ore taken?

4

Nay more, how was sins Cockatrice egge first hatched; But when the Woman with the Serpent talkingf 1.209, Had Gods plaine truth (oh vild vntruth▪) attached? Iehosaphat smarts vith Ahabs warring, walkingg 1.210: That yong sent Prophet going home againe, Through ill league sinningh 1.211, was by a Lyon slaine.

5

Too great an instance of the grosse pollutions, Come by conuersing with the wicked traine, Were filthy sinnes, more fearefull executions On Israeli 1.212, three and twenty thousand slaine: Besides, the Princes hang'd for lustfull whoring With Moabs wantons, and their gods adoring.

6

This was a constant custome of that Nation, To Idolize with cursed Cananitesk 1.213; And mixt with Heathens for to learne their fashion, In following Moabs, Ammons, Edoms rites: In following times they tooke Chaldean wiues, For whose diuorcement zealous Ezra striues.

7

This folly was the fall of Salomonl 1.214, Which Heath'nish Wiues and Concubines did find; Like fierce Maxentius, long since writ vpon; That liuing to the dead did linke and bind, Till with the stinke the one corrupts the other, Not able to endure the poys'ned smoother.

8

But holla Muse, retraite thy forward pen, In Chronickling the fals of any other; Thy selfe falne foulest mongst the sonnes of men, Gainst God thy Father, and the Church thy Mother: The Diuels Factors haue the worst deceiu'd thee, And of the greatest graces so berean'd thee.

9

Oh wicked tempters! poysoners of my blood, My bitter potion, death within my pot; Vnwholsome vnction, spoylers of my good; What sacke of grace, what trophies haue you got? Once Shiloahs Swan, my feathers you haue plumed, When Peter-like amongst you I presumed.

10

Lord, what is Man, if to himselfe thou leaue him? A Vine vnpropt, a Hop-yard wanting stayes; The fables Crow, when wily Foxe deceiues him;* 1.215 A silly sheepe which from the shepheard strayes, Fals in the fangs of dogges, or woluish iawes, Till him the Pastorn 1.216 finds and homeward drawes.

11

What ships are we when as our Pilot's lost? Vnrig'd, vntrimm'd, vntackled, water washt, Floating on Neptunes surge, with fierce winds tost; At length her vnmann'd bulke on rockes is dasht: All split, her wares all lost, her inmates drown'd, So (God forsaking) sinnes our soules confound.

12

Our Soules are Cities sackt, which want their wals; Without thy helpe, the enemy inuades vs; Our Armies lacke their Armes, their Generals; Vnlesse thy grace as Lord Protector leade vs: We cannot stand, or make our battell stout, But like to Harts, or Hares, flie, or fall out.

13

Nay, nay, if thou once faile vs, fall we must; Like to the staffe that wants the propping hand, As criples, (crutches broke) lie in the dust; Or new wean'd childe, that slips his holding band: Thou our liues life; in thee each breatheso 1.217, moues, liues; As soule to flesh, to soule thou grace-life, giues.

14

Hadst thou been here Lordq 1.218 (weeping Martha cries) My brother had not died, nor I beene sorry; Hadst thou beene with me Lord (my Soule replies) I had not falne, nor told this dolefull story: But (as thine owne two Kingsr 1.219) thou thought'st to trie me, What was in this false heart that did denie thee.

15

* 1.220Oh Diuell! what hast thou done? my Soule's vndone; (I thinke my sinne and Muse renew my woes) I Spider-like haue now a faire threed spunne, Which blacke confusion onely vp doth close; Nor euer will it clew, or web, or yarne, Or profit bring; but cause my bowels earne.

16

Alas, my Church (my wife) still liues, yet I a widow; Many my Children, yet an Eunuch I; My flockes haue flourisht like the flowry medow; But I a hardned Heath, scorcht, dusty, drie: As Dauid Lambes from Lyonss 1.221 I saued many; Vnsauoury salt, cast out, now worst of any.

17

Alas fond Rubent 1.222, I haue lost my Crowne; Fouling my Fathers bed, my Priest-hoods glory; From Heauens high hopes, to lowest Hell falne downe, Onely to saue this life that's transitory: To keepe this breath, base bubble, glow-wormes shine, I lost all ioies both mortall and diuine.

18

Oh Esaus change, to sell my birthu 1.223 for broth! For Counters, Coyne; my Gold for Earths base drosse; For sauing brittle glasse, lifesx 1.224 vaporous froth, (As swinishy 1.225 Gaderen) Christ I held no losse: Oh base exchange! as death this very thought, My spirit duls, my moisture turnes to drought.

19

And, which of all my griefes is not the least, My roome is void, each Saulz 1.226 may misse my place: Ouer my Pulpit Swallowes build their neast; Spiders and cobwebs doe my seate deface: My teaching Chaire is rust for want of sitting, False fugitiue, so fickle is my flitting.

20

Yea, when I come t'expound the mysteries Of sacred truth, to any Christian flocke, My Soule records her owne late Histories, And on my hearts hard anuill hell doth knocke: And cals to mind this Prouerbe euermore, Physician heale thy selfea 1.227, cure none before.

21

Witnesse (what too too many can relate) When earst I left the Alexandrian Schooles, And to Iudea came; the Clerkes entreate That I would take some Text from sacred rowles:* 1.228 And mongst that numerous Auditory sit, And presse such points as I should hold most fit.

22

By much intreate I yeeld to them at length, Ascend the seate, and ope the best of Bookes; Yet not one word to speake, had I the strength (Except the Text:) each eye vpon me lookes, Expects my speech: but I was planet strooke,* 1.229 My ioints did shake, betwixt my teeth words stucke.

23

The reason was not fondb 1.230 Virgilian lots, But prouidence diuine directs my Texts To'th fiftith Psalme, in which the Prophet notes The hypocrite for his base-by respects; Which speakes Gods truth, his Lawes takes in his lips, Yet vnreform'd, his life to lewdnesse slips.c 1.231

24

* 1.232Soone as I read this Text, downe sit I sobbing; I am the Man (deare God) my conscience cries; I fellon-like thee of thine honour robbing, Thy Lawes I preacha 1.233, thy Lawes I did despise: Tis I thy Couenants in my mouth that tooke, Yet reformation hate, and truth forsooke.

25

Griefe stopt my speech, and I no more could say; Eyes trickling teares, in silence pleades my case: Each man doth weepe, and acts in my sad play; Another Bochimb 1.234 might we call this place: Each Israelite there present drawes his watersc 1.235, And for my sinne before the Lord them scatters.

26

Oh Lord respect them, let them vp ascend, Like morning Incense to thy Graces Throne; As wrestling Iacobd 1.236, let them mercy bend; To shew some tokens that thou hear'st my mone: Thou promiseste 1.237 the righteous suites to heare, And penitentsf 1.238 submissiue to forbeare.

27

How haue the prayers of thy Saints beene granted, Past expectation, or the thoughts of any? None e're by faith, with thee was well acquainted, But thou reueal'dst to him thy mercies many: Both Patriarkes, Prophets, Kings, Disciples, Saints, Haue had thine open eares to their complaints.

28

In euery exigent thou wast their friend; In warre their shield, in doubts their oracle; In sicknesse, paines, and griefe, thou helpe didst lend; Sometimes by meanes, sometimes by miracleg 1.239: And though like vs, they subiect were to sinne, To heare, heale, helpe them, thou didst still beginne.

29

Lord giue me leaue to strength my weakned faith, With the memorials of thy mercies old; Onely recounting what thine owne truth saith; Viewing those patternes in thy Booke inroll'd: For what is writ, was writh 1.240 for my soules sauing, That faith might free me from foule sinnes deprauing.

30

Ist not thy truth, that though our sinnes be red As is the skarleti 1.241, thou wilt wash them white, In that red gore our Sauiours side did shed, By Romish Souldiersk 1.242, and the Iewish spight? Which blood exceeds goates, buls, sheepe, heyfers all; Which types were once in vse to purge sinnes falll 1.243.

31

Ist not thy truth that sinnersm 1.244 haue their part In grace and mercy, more then haue the iust? The Publicans that lay there sinnes to heart, No Pharisesn 1.245 which in themselues doe trust? Thou didst not come to heale the whole, but sickeo 1.246; Which to thy mercies, not their merits sticke.

32

Thy comming cals not righteousp 1.247 to repentance; But sinners broken, bruised, heauy hearted; Iust hypocrites with thee haue no acquaintance; Nor are thy graces to the proudq 1.248 imparted: The lofty Cedars fall, the hils thou shakest, But lowly vales, full of sweete fruites thou makest.

33

The selfe-conceited iust one thou reiectest; As full, he loathes thy Manna and thy hony: Thou hungryr 1.249, lanke, leane, thirsty soules respectest; And bids them eate, drinkea 1.250, free without their mony: Such gaping earthes, such dropsie heartsb 1.251 thou fillest, As nought can quench, till thou their suites fulfillest.

34

Such Doues as will not rest, but in each hole Of thy pierc'st wounds, or in thy mercies Arke; Such Pellicans asc 1.252 day and night condole, (Not pratling Parrots, or loude singing Larkes) Are thy delights; such Birds as sad parts beares, And sing their Lachrymae, thy Spirit cheares.

35

Thy Feasts are made, as thou commandest ours, For halt, lame, blind, that cannot like requite thee: On thirsty ground thy watry dewes thou show'rs; That heart which sorrow drinks, doth much delight thee: Vnto the poore thou dost thy Gospell preach, The humbled heartd 1.253 thou carefully dost teach.

36

To th'heauy laden thou dost promise easee 1.254, And call'st for such as feele sinnes pondrous weight; The sacrifice of contrite heart doth pleasef 1.255, The broken spirit is thy hearts delight: With such thou promisest to lodgeg 1.256 and dwell, But lofty proud ones, thou dost hate as hell.

37

The bending reede that trembleth at thy winde, Shall stand vntoucht, when stubborne Oakes shall fall; The couching Cananite doggei 1.257 shall mercy finde, When Basan Buls vnder the Axe shall fall: The towring Pines thou'lt leuell with the ground, When petty shrubs shall stand, and flourish sound.

38

Nay, thou'lt not quench the flaxk 1.258 that faintly smokes, Nor hurt the Reede that is already bruised, Nor call his counts, whose teares haue washt thy bookes; Nor him accusel 1.259, that hath himselfe accused: Nor him condemne, that hath himselfe adiudged, Nor booke the sinnes at which his soule hath grudged.

39

Nay more, my faith, thy promisesm 1.260 assure me, That sinne repented, shall be cleane out raced; And more with mercies baites for to allure me, Behind thy backe, thou saistn 1.261, mourn'd sinnes are placed: Or like th' Aegyptians* 1.262 drowned in the deepes, They shall be bound vp in eternall sleepes.

40

What though my sinnes be like the pitchy clouds, Thy mercies are the hot reflecting Sunneo 1.263; The sauing shelter, which the humbled shrouds; When griefe vnties the web* 1.264 which sinne hath spunne: I know thou canst blot out what I did write, Since that thy mercies are indefinite.

41

Infinite in their number, measure, length, Wide as the World, and deepe as is the Ocean; High as the Heauens, great as is thy strength;* 1.265 Thy power, thy might, inlarg'd in euery motion, As farre exceeding all my deeds, desires, As Seas doe drops, as sparkes surpast by fires.

42

Each leafe, line, sillable, in sacred writ, Speakes peace vnto the humbled penitent: Each letter as a plaster, faith can fit, To supple wounded soules that can relent: Each inkie tittle doth intitle gladnesse, Each word a fan, to blow away my sadnesse.

43

Thou bidst vs aske, and hauea 1.266; to seeke, and find; Knocke, call, and cry; thou'lt ope the gates of Grace; And wilt incline, and answere to our mind: Yea, ere we cryb 1.267 or speake, our sighesc 1.268 haue place: Thy grace preuentsd 1.269, thou kindlest first zeales fires, Which moue to praye 1.270; then hear'st our wisht desires.

44

These are thine owne blest words, sure, stedfast euer, Like Lawes of Medes and Persians, euer during; Heauen, Earth, Sun, Moone, shal failef 1.271: but they perseuer, Seal'd, stampt, confirm'd, sinnes griefe of grace assuring: Nay, blessed God, thou canst as well cease being, As be to prostrate souleg 1.272 thy grace denying.

45

* 1.273For as to burne, is naturall to the fire, The Ayre to moisten, and the Seas to flow, The Fish to spawne, the Son to come from's Sire; The Heauenly Lamps on Earth their lights to show: Each thing in nature else, his forme to follow, Grace graft in God, so flowes in hearts vnhollow.

46

Thou bid'st vs come, and meet'st vs in the way, As that kind Fatherk 1.274 did his thriftlesse Sonne; Yea, if we purpose to confesse and pray; As Dauidsi 1.275 were, our sinnes away are done: Whil'st we to pray, thou dost prepare to grant, This course thou hold'st with euery Sonne and Saint.

47

Oh hold it Lord with me, with me thy child; Though disobedient once, now feare-felt burning* 1.276; I am thy Seruantk 1.277, though by sinne defil'd; Thy Son, thy Saint, from Kedars Tents returning: Sinnes bolts shooke off, now broke from Sathans Iayle, Flie to my Father for his mercies bayle.

48

Oh bayle me, haile me, helpe me silly Doue, From Hels fierce gripe, whose sharpned tallens seaze me: Thou art my Godg 1.278, guide, rock, strength, health, life, loue; Best Soules Physician, when sinnes sores disease me: In griefe my ioy, in crosses my comforter, In paine my balme, in sorrowes my supporter.

49

Thou my Supporter, how then did I fall? If thou my Champion, how then came I wounded?* 1.279 At thought of this my spirits doe quite appall; My sence is lost, heart plung'd, and soule confounded: If grace were graft, how did my tree decline? If Christ were at my feasth 1.280, how fail'd my wine?

50

How can this be* 1.281, the most blest Mary saide? If God be with vs, (th'Angell Gideoni 1.282 told) Whence is this ill? Thus must the sence be laide; From God we life, and soule, and motion hold: In him we liue, how then comes sinne to dead vs? How conquers hell, when Heau'ns Cōmander led vs?

51

If God giue grace, why takes he grace away? Since his free gifts arek 1.283 firme without repenting; We are ruinous houses, he our prop and stay ^l; We faile, or fall, he Graces hand absenting: To stand, or fall then, is not in mans power* 1.284, One day, one date, one moment, minute, houre.

52

Thus pleads fraile flesh, thus cauels fondly reason; Thus wretched wits can wickedly dispute; Thus mortal wormes, gainst Heau'n commit high treason; Whom thou by lightning thunders might'st confute, Answ'ring by whirle-winds: but to shew thy loue, Thy word in peace doth parley from aboue.

53

And shewes that thou art free, oblig'd to none; Existing, yea, subsisting in thy nature; GOD, blest for euer, ruling all alone; Not bound to Angels, Man, or humane Creature: But free giu'st grace, where, when, to whom thou pleasest, Some bound in chaines thou leau'st, some chain'd, thou easest.

54

To none indebted, grace or good thou owest; But as a free Prince, giuest free thy fauours: On Iacob thou, not Esaum 1.285 loue bestowest; Respectlesse of their age, birth, blood, behauiours: East, West, North, South, thy gracious winds do blown 1.286, The Oceans of thy mercies freely flow.

55

As is the Iron in the Smithes owne hand, Wood in the Carpenterso 1.287, i'th Potters clay, To make their workes and wares to fall or stand, In forme, frame, manner, measure euery way, As please themselues; so thine owne will and pleasurep 1.288, Of all thine acts, is square, and rule, and measure.

56

Abel thou hast acceptedq 1.289, Caine reiected, With both their hearts, aimes, offrings, well acquainted; The Publicans poore plaints thou hast acceptedr 1.290; Refus'd the Pharises, with his vertues painted: Th'vlcerous Lazarus soule thou fetcht to glory; But send'st the Churle to Hell (as saith thy Storys 1.291.)

57

Thou softnest whom thou wilt, and hardnest some; Withdrawing gracet 1.292, and drawing others home; Some melt like snow, as clay some hard become, By thy words, burning fireu 1.293, thy Graces Sunne: A Pharaohs heart growes hardx 1.294 as steele or flint; Iosiahs melts like waxey 1.295, takes vertues print.

58

As one selfe showre sets wholsomz 1.296 flow'rs a growing, And causes weeds to sproute and spring apace; And as rich Nile makes Aegypt fat by flowing, When other torrents broke, the meads deface: So selfe-same word, by Hermons dew (Gods blessing) In some works grace, makes som more vild trāsgressing.

59

Euen as the Winter Brookes that swiftly runne, More breake, and swell, and rage, and roare by stopping; As shrewd Colts waxe more wild, the curbe vndone; As Corne growes ranke, and faster sprouts by lopping: As Cammomile more spreads, the more 'tis trodden. So vaine men grow more vicious, more forbodden* 1.297.

60

Yet stopping's not the cause why Riuers swell; Nor cropping, cause the Corne growes thicke a while; Nor ist the loose bit makes the Colt rebell; Nor treading cause, why spreads the Cammomile: But in their natures and their properties, Is the true cause of these varieties.

61

No more is God, nor offer'd grace by preaching, Cause of offences, but corrupted nature, And Sathans sleights; when we doe heare his teaching, We breake Gods Lawes, and leaue the blest Creatour, The onely God, and blessed hope of Creatures; As some his Spouse, that lusts on loathed features.

62

Doth God cause sin* 1.298? no more then heats cause cold, Or the bright Sunny beame, the cloudy darke; Or shepheards seeke the ruines of their fold; Or frozen numbnesse comes from firie sparke: Or thirst by drinking, or by meate pincht hunger, Or waking eyes, the cause of others slumber.

63

No, no; sinnes proper cause is Sathans wiles, And our sicke hearts, which heede his damn'd illusions, When with his sleights the S••rpent so beguiles, That we consent to act our owne confusions: He as sinnes Fa••hera 1.299, and our hearts the Mother, Begets, brings forth sinnes bastard brat; none other.

64

His darts are fire; our natures are the tinder, Or as the powder soone inflam'd by touching: And as the fire growes great by coales or cinder, So sinne we more by Sathans neere approaching. As coldest Regions furthest from the Sunne, So most we sinne, when fast from God we runne.

65

Gods absence then, not Godb 1.300, is sinnes maine cause, As the Sunnes absence is the cause of cold. To cleere this truth, I further adde this clause, As the true Tenet which the Schooles doe hold* 1.301: That God he workes in sinnec 1.302, but no sinne worketh, And in each sinne his secret suffring lurketh.

66

In euery sinne there is Gods handd 1.303, Gods act, Both generally, and in his wise disposinge 1.304; The power by which we moue to euery fact, That is from God; but not the factsf 1.305 composing: In God we moue indeede; but ill to moue, This comes from Hell, it comes not from aboue.

67

I instance thus: God giues vs power to speake; But ill to speake, that commeth from the Diuell; To lie, to sweare, to raile, or vengeance wreake, In gracelesse, godlesse termes, vnsound, vnciuill: In Ashdods language, as Saint Iames doth tell, The tongue is meerely set on fire by hellg 1.306.

68

To moue is Gods; but motion of the body, To Iezabels dormant Couch, the Harlots bed; As th'Oxe to slaughterh 1.307, as to'th stockes the noddyi 1.308; As neighing resty Iadesk 1.309, fat, full, and fed: Here Sathan moues the soule, the flesh he fires To these vnlawfull, lustfull, loose desires.

69

In all the rest of sinnes I instance might, How in their forme, Hell beares the force and sway, To moue the wrong Irregular from right; (Oh bloody motion which the soule doth slay!) Yet washt are Gods pure hands, free from our blood, Since he disswades the wrong, perswades the good.

70

Which good's from him, the ill is meerly ours; As in the Horses halt I instance maya 1.310: The Horse doth moue; this comes from Natures powers, The halt comes from disease, or strengthes decay: Feete frettish, splint, or spauen, shoulder strayning; Hoofe cloid, the Farcy, or some humour raigning.

71

I further adde, that God, in sinne committed, Disposeth sinne vnto his further glory; Either in mercy when the fault's remitted, As to Paul, Peter, or who else are sorry: Or else in iustice, when that hardned hearts, As earst in sinne, in vengeance act their parts.

72

And now blest God, I thanke thee for resoluing This case of conscience, which my heart did trouble; I see my doubts, my feares, my faint reuoluing, To turne, to burne, my chaffe, my sinne, my stubble: My sacrificing, and what ere was ill, Came from the Serpent, and my wretched will.

73

I see thou canst dispose my sinne to good,* 1.311 And to thy glory, if it please thy Grace; Light from my darke, and water from my mud; Feare from my fall, thou canst extract and place: It's in thy power, there wanteth but thy will, To clense my filth, my soule with faith to fill.

74

Its in thy power to purge out all my drosse, My lead, my tinne, my leauen, my corruption; T'appease my conscience, to recall my losse, To build my wals broke downe by sinnes irruption: To wash my crimson sinnes, make white and pure; To clense my staines and blots, my wounds to cure.

75

I know each sinne's a sicknesse, a disease; A death, a plague, a pestilent pollution; A scab, a skurfe, which on the soule doth seaze; A guilty thiefe deseruing execution: A wound, a wracke, a rotting, ranckling sore, Which plagues the parts infected more and more.

76

I know that lust's a fire, a burning pad; Enuie consuming, as the canker eating; Vnbridled passions, rauing, raging mad; Ioy, feare, hate, sorrow, neede a mad mans beating: Anger's a fury* 1.312, griefe's a tormenting gall, Wrath's a short frenzy, which makes reason thrall.

77

I know the tympany of swelling pride, Th'insatiate gulfe of Auarice, Hell-gaping: Two sinnes that God nor Man could ere abide; Th'one soares aloft, on th'earth the other's scraping: With all these sinnes, these sores I haue beene festred, With other plagues yet now my heart is pestred.

78

I now recount my rot hypocrisie, When I a putride post* 1.313, a glow-worme shining, By Epilepsiea 1.314 and Apostasie, Into a falling sicknesse soone declining: My fall so great, so greeuous, that one push, My head, my heart, did into cinders rush.

79

Ere since my timerousa 1.315 heart (like lurking Larke, Ore whom the Hobby daires) doth trembling quake; As needles toucht with loadestone in nights darke, Till to the North they rest, doe moue, and shake: By dart of deadly sinne my spirit is wounded, My soule is sadded, and each sense confounded.

80

But thou hast Gileads balme, and Mercies oyle, Which can heale more then Sathans sting can hurt. Ile vp with Moab to this blessed spoyle; Vp, vp my Soule, why lagg'st thou still in dirt? There's Corne in Aegyptc 1.316, and my Ioseph's there; There's grace with God, to giue it hee'••e not spare.

81

Why doe we heare the leprous Lazars cryd 1.317? Sore prest and pincht with hunger, thirst, and cold? Toth' Tents of foes, rather let's goe, then die; On which resoluing, they were happy bold. Then why doe I stand here? since I more needing Thy mercies, then thy meat, my wounds fresh bleeding.

82

Lord here I hunger, and I neede thy feeding; Oh giue me crummes, I aske not childrens breade 1.318. Oh had I faith, I know I should be speeding; But faith is lost, and feare is come in stead: Lord giue me faith, that once I may beleeue, And then I know, more then I aske, thou'st giue.

83

Oh faith, the soules bright eyea 1.319, thou lampe of light; Thou Sunne of Starres, thou Queene, thou Lady blest* 1.320; Princesse of graces, all with Iemmes bedight; Concomitate with ioyb 1.321, hope, peace, and rest: Heauens eldest Daughter, comming from aboue, Mother of feare, repentancec 1.322, prayerd 1.323, and louee 1.324.

84

Thou dost refine, reuiued 1.325, and purge the heart; Freest from the Lawe 1.326, the Iudge, the Iayle, the curse; From guilt of sinne, from death, and deadly smart; From all contriued iudgements, Hell makes worse: From wrath, from woe, from feared condemnation, The soule assuring of sinnes* 1.327 condonation.

85

The helmef 1.328, the hammer, to keepe off, beate downe Hels fiery dartsg 1.329, strong Achillean shield; Which all Gods Worthiesh 1.330, Warriours of renowne, Against the Worldi 1.331, Flesh, Diuell, did euer weild: The victorie and trophies of the iust, In euery crosse and stormek 1.332 their Anchors trust.

86

The hand that knits the matrimoniall band, Spirituall contractl 1.333 twixt the soule and God; The Charter which we hauem 1.334 to Canaans Land; Our claime to blisse, seal'd euidence: Aarons rod, Still budding, blooming, working miraclesn 1.335, Grounded on truth of sacred Oracles.

87

The wayn 1.336 to life, as saith the Life the Way; The Iust Mans lifeo 1.337, by which in Christp 1.338 he liues, As naturall branchesq 1.339 in the Vine doe stay: And as the Vine to's branches life still giues, So Christ to vs, on whom by faith w'are grounded, As is the house on corner stoner 1.340 sure founded.

88

Oh holy Faith which iustifiess 1.341 the sinner! And mak'st of stones, hell brands, blest Abrahams sonnest 1.342; Faith, ground of things vnseene* 1.343, the soules refiner, That fill'st with Sunnes faire light our Earthly Moones: Thou golden cord which drawes the Lord from hie, To dwell in heartsu 1.344 which faith doth purifiex 1.345.

89

Oh Faith, which to each promise titleth all! And freest each captiue souley 1.346 from Sathans chaines; To Christ vnitesz 1.347 rich, poore, bond, free, great, small: Oh that no dram of thee in me remaines! Oh Lord thou canst doe in mea 1.348 no great workes, Whilst in my heart great vnbeliefe close lurkes.

90

I know, nor Prayers, nor Orizons, nor teares, Nor cries, nor sighes preuaileb 1.349, where faith is wanting; Impurec 1.350, vnsure the heart, stopt are Gods eares; Dead, dull'd the soule, grace vnbeliefe supplanting: As croak of toads, wolues howle, lambs bleat, snakes hissing, Are sacrifices alld 1.351, if faith be missing.

91

Let harlots vow, let Esaus salt teares flowe 1.352; Let Iudasf 1.353, Ahabg 1.354, counterfets repenting: Let Papists, Pagans, Pharises, almesh 1.355 bestow, Let Herod hearei 1.356, Iewesk 1.357, Saull 1.358, pretend relenting: All these are legall, seruile, as dead trunke, Wanting Faiths soule, haue in Gods nostrels stunke.

92

Oh Lord inkindle and increasem 1.359 my faith; In part Lord I beleeuen 1.360, helpe vnbeliefe: Oh ope mine eare, to heare what the Spirito 1.361 saith; To claspe grace preacht to me, of sinners* 1.362 chiefe: For since thou callest allp 1.363 I am included, From thy checke rolle, let me not be secluded.

93

Lord stay thy wrath, and cease thy frowning anger; Correct me as my Father, not my Iudgeq 1.364 Thy frowne's a flaming furnace, full of danger; Iustice to hellr 1.365, might make me headlong trudge: Oh giue mee heere my quittance, make me cleare, Else how shall I at last dayes doome appeare?

94

When Sunne shall be eclipsts 1.366 Moone lose her light; Heauens melt as waxet 1.367, the Earth dried vp and burn'd; Thy troopes attendantu 1.368, thousand Angels bright; The World dissolu'd, and vnto nothing turn'd: The great Archangels Trumpex 1.369 the dead reuiuing, Sheep, Goats, before Christ standingy 1.370; Iudgment giuen.

95

Lord, what shall I then doe before thy Barre, Vnable for to answere mine accusing? The least of sinnes from Heauen may me debarre; Chiefly mine vnbeliefe* 1.371, thy grace refusing: Oh plant betimes thy graces in my heart, That with thy Saints in ioyz 1.372 I may haue part.

96

My weakenesse caus'd my fall, my fall my sinne; My sinne my shamea 1.373, which now my face doth couer; Thy mercies garment for my guilts foule skinne, Lord please to giue, to grant; my faults passe ouer: Cloath me with weddingb 1.374 robes out of thy merit, That from the same I blessings may inherit.

97

Lord let me find thy goodnesse in thy power, As Sampson found in Lyonc 1.375 hony sweete; On my hearts heath, some drops of grace downe shower; Looke on thy plaintife, prostrate at thy feete: Condemne no further, stay thine execution, To punish twice, tis not thy resolution.

98

I once am iudg'd within my Conscience Court; Accus'd, conuictd 1.376, in sorrowes prison pent: Lord iudge no more; release, relieue, support My burd'ned heart: let comforts now be sent. Blest be thy namee 1.377, I comforts now am feeling, Thy Sunne now shines, thy Spirit is ioy reuealing.

99

Then vp my Soule, thy Sentinell now calleth; The voice* 1.378, the word, the Bridegroome bids me come: Awake, arise, to sleepe* 1.379 it small auaileth; Since day drawes nigh of dire and deadly doome. The night of sinne is past, the Serpent Death Creepes close to sting, and stop my vitall breath.

100

Oh happy stop, that stayes the course of sinne! Oh gaining losse! oh liuing, dying life! Oh stinglesse Serpent! doe thy worst, Ile winne; Thy darts are deadly, yet they stint my strife: And when through Deaths deepe Sea thou row'st me ouer, My Heau'ns faire Hauen shall I soone discouer.

Death opes Heauens doore; In goes my Soule to rest, In Abrahams bosome, blest: for euer blest.

FINIS.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Origen as liu•…•… speakes in his o•…•… person and com¦plaines.
• a 1.2

  •…•…udges 5 20.
• b 1.3

  •…•…en. 19.25.
• c 1.4

  Kings 1.10.12
• d 1.5

  Pet. 2.8.
• e 1.6

  Iudges 5.21
• f 1.7

  Exodus 14.27
• g 1.8

  Genesis 49.4
• h 1.9

  Ier. 10.14 Tit. 1.12
• i 1.10

  Math 12.41, 42
• k 1.11

  Gen. 3.8
• i 1.12

  •…•…onscience: Cordis •…•…ntia, Index, vin∣•…•…c, Iudex animae.
• k 1.13

  •…•…auillac that hel∣•…•… Parricide for 〈◊〉〈◊〉 assassination vp∣•…•… the late French •…•…ng was thus •…•…gued.
• l 1.14

  Cant. 6.1, 2.
• m 1.15

  Es••iah 13.21.
• * 1.16

  Sinne changeth a filiall or sonne-li•…•… feare, into that which is slauish an•…•… seruile.
• n 1.17

  Iames 2.19.
• o 1.18

  1 Sam. 28.15,〈…〉〈…〉
• p 1.19

  Ierem. 39.4.
• q 1.20

  Gen. 25.22
• * 1.21

  The Diuell who hath the propertie of a Wolfe, Gemima¦nus Sum. exempl. lib. de animalib. terrest. c•…•… 39. pag. 252.
• r 1.22

  1 Pet. 5.8.
• s 1.23

  Gen. 4.16▪
• s 1.24

  Gen. 3.8, 9
• t 1.25

  Ion. 1.
• * 1.26

  Ios. 7.
• u 1.27

  Gen. 4.10.
• x 1.28

  Matth. 26.34.
• y 1.29

  Gen. 4.7.
• * 1.30

  A remorsefull pen•…•…¦tent described.
• a 1.31

  Ieremies wish. •…•…er. 9. v. 1.
• a 1.32

  A Philosopher alwayes weeping, and lamenting th•…•… follies of men: o•…•… the contrary Deu•…•…¦critus alwaies laug•…•…¦ing.
• b 1.33

  2. Sam. 12 4. Psal 6. & 38. & 51
• c 1.34

  Luke 7.38.
• d 1.35

  Peter, Mat. 26. last verse.
• e 1.36

  Ierem. 9.1.
• b 1.37

  Dauid his repen¦tance d••clared in all the seuē Psalm Penitentiall.
• c 1.38

  Psal. 6.6.
• * 1.39

  •…•…easoneth the case •…•…th his soule.
• c 1.40

  Iohn 20. v. 1.11.12.
• * 1.41

  Cras, cras.
• (3) 1.42

  Reu. 3.20.
• (2) 1.43

  Matth. 3.1.
• (3) 1.44

  Ezek. 18.32.
• (4) 1.45

  Esay 1.4.
• (5) 1.46

  1. Pet. 4.4.
• (6) 1.47

  Ezek. 18.31.
• * 1.48

  Motiues to hasten delayed repen∣tance.
• a 1.49

  A drugge muc•…•… like to Mastick, s•…•…¦ueraigne agains•• the stitch.
• 7 1.50

  Ier. 17.9, 10:
• 8 1.51

  Heb. 4.13. •…•…al. 94.9.10.
• 9 1.52

  Ezek. 18.4.
• 10 1.53

  Gen. 3.6.23.24.
• * 1.54

  •…•…er. 2.4. •…•…e 6.
• 1 1.55

  Iosh 7.21.24.
• 2 1.56

  Ahab, 1 King. 21. 〈…〉〈…〉. 19.
• 3 1.57

  Acts 12.23.
• 4 1.58

  1. Sam. 25.36.38.
• 5 1.59

  Leuit. 10.1.
• b 1.60

  As the Israelite looked vpon the brazen Serpent; sowe to Christ, stung with sinnes sting, by the old Serpent the Diue•• Numb. 2••, 9. Chap•…•… 12.23. Iohn 3.14.
• c 1.61

  Factum infectum fieri nequit.
• * 1.62

  Luke 15.18.19.20.
• * 1.63

  Quem poenitet peccasse, paenè est•…•…¦nocens.
• d 1.64

  Not by poring on Crucifixe, as the •…•…apists idolatrous∣•…•…, (for such super∣•…•…itions were vn∣•…•…roached in Origens •…•…me) but in a men∣•…•…ll and heauenly •…•…editation, in the •…•…ules soliloquie, as •…•…d Bernard, Augu∣•…•…ne, and others, in •…•…eir workes to bee •…•…ene, called their •…•…oliloquiums.
• * 1.65

  •…•…ae inutile pondu•• •…•…catum
• 3 1.66

  Iohn 11.43.44.
• * 1.67

  Origens partic•…•… sense of his fe•…•…¦full back-sliding•…•…
• a 1.68

  1 Tim. 1, 19, 2••
• b 1.69

  2 Tim. 1, 16.
• c 1.70

  2 Tim. 4, 16.
• d 1.71

  Iudas, Acts 1,〈…〉〈…〉
• e 1.72

  Nicholas first a•…•… Deacon in the A•…•…¦stles time, after some thinke) an•…•…¦reticke, of wh•…•… came the Nicol•…•…¦taines, See Acts〈…〉〈…〉 R••uel. 2.6
• f 1.73

  Of the Aposta•…•… of Francis Spir•…•… swearing obedi•…•… to the Romish Church before Popes Legat a•…•… Venice, and his paire after, the•…•…¦ned may reade Epistles of Celi•…•… his friend Curiu•…•… Grineus his Pro•…•… lib 2, pag. 151, 1•…•…
• g 1.74

  An Apostate Queen Maries o•…•… s••e Booke of M•…•…
• h 1.75

  Oecebolius a So•…•…¦ster, a right Ʋer•…•…¦nus, changing o•…•… Paganisme, at l•…•… in horror of co•…•…¦ence he fals pro•…•… at a Church de•…•… in Constantinopl•…•… crying to the p•…•…¦ple; Tread vpon tread vpon mee sauoury salt Gri•…•… de Apostasia. pag.〈…〉〈…〉
• i 1.76

  Julian first a Christian, after a persecuting Pagan, died in the warre with Sapor, casting his o•…•… in the aire, blaspheming that Christ the Galilean had ouercome him. Theod. lib. 3. Of the same•…•…¦ther were Valens the Emperor, turning Arian, An. Chri. 378. Aurelianus turning Pagan, see Euseb,〈…〉〈…〉
• i 1.77

  •…•…rigenes Adaman∣•…•…, which name •…•…h Erasmus (wri∣•…•…g his life) was gï∣•…•… him euen from 〈…〉〈…〉 childhood, by •…•…ich hee was cal∣•…•…, as Basil had the name of Great, •…•…n. B. of Constanti∣•…•…le called Chryso∣•…•…e, for his elo∣•…•…ence, Gregory Na∣•…•…nzen the Diuine, •…•…hanasius the •…•…orlds Doctor.
• k 1.78

  Origen professeth •…•…th Diuinity and •…•…ilosophy with •…•…eat admiration, 〈…〉〈…〉 Schollars flock∣•…•…g from farre. Eu∣•…•…. lib. 6. c. 14. c. 15. 〈…〉〈…〉 18. Amongst the •…•…t of his Schollars •…•…re after famous, •…•…e••dorus, called by •…•…crates, lib. 4. c. 22. •…•…egorius Neocaesa∣•…•…nsis, Athenodorus, •…•…er B. of Pontus. •…•…seb. lib. 6. ca. 29.
• a 1.79

  Besides Eusebius, euen Porphyry himselfe in his third Booke of those fifteene which hee wrote a∣•…•…inst Christians, commends Origens learning in all Philosophy, as read in the workes of Plato, •…•…umerius, Cronius, all the Pythagoreans, in Cherimon the Stoicke, and in the workes of Coruntus, from •…•…ence he borrowed (after the Grecian manner) his allegorizing of Scripture, wresting them •…•…s the Papists now) as a man his nose till it bleede.
• b 1.80

  Erasmus in hi•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 preferres him fo•…•… critical Grāmari•…•… before Aristarch•…•… the Grecian, or •…•…¦natus, or Seruius•…•…¦mongst the Latin••
• c 1.81

  Eusebius, lib. 6. c.
• d 1.82

  Diuinity, wh•…•… all the Arts sert•…•… as Hager Sarah, a•…•… hand-maides th•…•… mistrisse.
• e 1.83

  Of the extraor•…•…¦nary name, fa•…•… paines, and parts Origen, who wo•…•… be informed, let h•…•… reade Chronicū F•…•…¦cij, fol. 101 Eus••b.〈…〉〈…〉 6. c. 3.8, 19.20.24. Hist. Magd. Cent•• pag. 76. vs{que} ad 88. Osiand. Epitome C•…•… 3. lib 1. c. 6. Eras•…•… ante Tomos de eius•…•…¦ta: Rhena. epistol•• ad Hermanū: Gri•…•… epistola. ad Erastu•…•… Ibidem.
• f 1.84

  Euseb. lib. 6. ca. 2▪
• g 1.85

  1 Kings 10.10.
• h 1.86

  Of all the Fathers Origen writ most, the best where he was sound, the worst where vnsound, V•…•… bene, &c. Ierome compares his Volumes with these of the Roman Varro for number, Epistola〈…〉〈…〉 Paulam. Erasmus referres them all to three heads, Schooles, Homilies, Tomes.
• i 1.87

  There is no part of the word, on which he hath not writ, if his perished workes were extant, sai•…•… Erasmus. at the cost of one Ambrose, Origen dictating kept seauen Scriueners euer writing. Eus•…•… lib. 6. c. 21.
• k 1.88

  •…•…mongst the rest, 〈…〉〈…〉 Plutarke, and •…•…aclas his cousin, first a Martyr, 2. •…•…oppe of Alexan∣•…•… Euseb. lib. 6.34.
• l 1.89

  〈…〉〈…〉 the Helcesaits •…•…om he mentions the 82 Psalme, so 〈…〉〈…〉 Arabians who •…•…ied the Sou••es •…•…mortality, as also •…•…y priuate men, Ambrose a Valen∣•…•…ian, Beryllus B. of •…•…tra. Euseb. lib. 6. c. 32.36.37.
• * 1.90

  Sam. 5 3.
• m 1.91

  Many of Origens •…•…hollers and Cate∣•…•…ists, grew so strōg zeale and know∣•…•…ge, that they •…•…re Martyrs vnder •…•…cius. Euseb. lib. 6. •…•…40.
• n 1.92

  〈…〉〈…〉 Sam. 4.18.
• * 1.93

  Medea in the Poet •…•…deo meliora probo{que}. •…•…eteriora seaner.
• * 1.94

  Luke 12.48.
• o 1.95

  His enemies wh•…•… his owne weaken•…•…
• p 1.96

  Mare mortuum.
• q 1.97

  1 Cor. 8.6.
• r 1.98

  Math. 4.10.
• s 1.99

  1 Cor. 8.4.
• * 1.100

  •…•…gen in his owne •…•…son goes on.
• * 1.101

  •…•…en. 27.22.
• a 1.102

  •…•…auls case, Rom. 7. •…•…19.20. &c: the 〈…〉〈…〉 of most Chri∣•…•…ns: for Paul in 〈…〉〈…〉 Chapt. speakes •…•…he person of a 〈…〉〈…〉 regenerate, & of a man vnre∣•…•…erate, as Armi∣•…•… and his Secta∣•…•… dreame.
• * 1.103

  Here is a mappe that duell or ciu•…•… warre which mo•…•… Christians finde themselues in th•…•… vnderstāding har•…•… wils, affections, b•…•…twixt the flesh and the spirit, grace, nature.

  Gal 5. v. 17.
• i 1.104

  Esai. 38. v. 14.
• g 1.105

  〈…〉〈…〉 Iudas.
• h 1.106

  •…•…hn 13 2.2
• i 1.107

  How euer some •…•…apists as impudēt∣•…•… deny this, as they •…•…e the fact of •…•…ope Ioane, yet Bel∣•…•…rmine himselfe •…•…nfesseth it, thogh 〈…〉〈…〉 extenuates it, as 〈…〉〈…〉 so the errours of •…•…lix, of Liberius, of •…•…lestine, Vigelius, A∣•…•…stasius, Honorius, •…•…d other heretical •…•…opes. D. Whitaker 〈…〉〈…〉 pontif. Romano •…•…aest. 6. p. 788 proues 〈…〉〈…〉 Ex concilio synues∣•…•…no, ex Damaso pon∣•…•…si. Andradius fate∣•…•…r etiam, def. Concilij •…•…rid. lib. 2. folio 100. Origens Priesthood •…•…ere mentioned, •…•…t not as Aarons, •…•…t the Leuiticall •…•…iests, or as our po∣•…•…sh Priests, offering 〈…〉〈…〉 that vnbloodie •…•…crifice of their •…•…eaden God, some∣•…•…mes vpon a bar∣•…•…ine of blood (as 〈…〉〈…〉 the powder trea∣•…•…n) but as the Apo∣•…•…e vseth the word, •…•…esbyters, Presby∣•…•…oi, or as Ministers 〈…〉〈…〉 a larger accep∣•…•…on) Sacerdotes, sa∣•…•…dantes, docentes, •…•…c. Non sacrifican∣•…•….
• k 1.108

  Math. 5.13.
• l 1.109

  •…•…erse 14.
• m 1.110

  Hos. 14.1.3
• n 1.111

  Luk. 15.18.
• o 1.112

  Psal. 103 v 8.
• p 1.113

  Esai. 30.18.
• q 1.114

  Psal. 18.
• * 1.115

  Origens asking pa•…•…¦don, and his c••n•…•…¦dence in Christs m•…•…¦rits.
• r 1.116

  Psa••. 51.17.
• s 1.117

  Luke 15.4.
• t 1.118

  Math. 25.3.
• u 1.119

  〈…〉〈…〉 & v. 28.
• * 1.120

  Luke 10.
• a 1.121

  Originall sinne which we haue from Adam not by imita∣•…•…ion, as the Pelagi∣•…•…us dreame, but by •…•…ropagation, as cor∣•…•…upted branches & •…•…treames from a •…•…oot and fountaine corrupted.
• b 1.122

  See an excellent proportion betwixt •…•…aul••e, and Chr••sts •…•…lood, and saui••g grace, in Grineus his 23 Problemes, first part, pag. 284. 285.
• c 1.123

  Psal. 133.2.
• d 1.124

  Cant. 5. v. 1.
• e 1.125

  Math. 8. v. 8.25.
• f 1.126

  Zachar. 12.
• g 1.127

  As Anna, 1 Sam•…•… 15, as Dauid, Ps•…•… 42.5.
• h 1.128

  As Christs eye darting vpon Pe•…•… pierceth his hear•…•… to teares. Luk. 22.•…•…
• * 1.129

  Da domine, quod•…•…¦bes, & iube quod v•…•…
• i 1.130

  Delilah. Iudges 16. v. 19.
• k 1.131

  Suetonius in vita Neronis.
• l 1.132

  As the poyson•• bullet in the Soul∣diers flesh.
• m 1.133

  2 Sam. 3. v. 27.3
• n 1.134

  Gen. 49. v. 17.
• * 1.135

  Pliny.
• o 1.136

  Gen. 32.7.41.
• p 1.137

  Hoc sunt peccata lapsis quod grando frugibus, quod turb•…•…¦dum sidus arboribus quod armentis pesti¦lens vastitas, quod n•…•…¦uigijs saua tempest•…•… Cyprian. Sermo. d•…•… Lapsis. Chrys. Hom.〈…〉〈…〉 populi Antioch p•…•… 200. peccatum san•…•… est, poena ferrum ••e•…•…¦cinale, &c.
• q 1.138

  2 Kings 4.40.
• * 1.139

  •…•…atans wiles.
• r 1.140

  Luk. 22.4, 5, 6.
• s 1.141

  Gen. 4.6, 7, 8.
• t 1.142

  Iosh. 7.21.
• u 1.143

  Gen. 32. v. 6.
• * 1.144

  Mar. 6.17.
• x 1.145

  2 Sam. 13, from v. 1. •…•…v. 15.
• y 1.146

  2 Sam. 16.21. & ch. 8. v. 14.15.
• z 1.147

  Gen. 3. v. 5.6.
• * 1.148

  Let libellers (wh•…•…¦ther Atheists, P•…•…¦pists, or prophan•…•… ones) see their P•…•… degree from Hell without being at cost with a Heraul••
• a 1.149

  1 Kings 13. v. 9. compared wi••h v. 1•…•… 14, 15, 16, 17, 18. 2•…•…
• * 1.150

  In his Comment•…•…
• b 1.151

  1 Sam. 16. v. 1. v. 1•…•…
• c 1.152

  1 Kings, ch. 11. v.〈…〉〈…〉 2, 3.4, 5, 6.
• e 1.153

  Iudg. 16. v. 20.21
• f 1.154

  Iudg. 14. v. 1.2.
• g 1.155

  Gen. 34. v. 2 3.
• h 1.156

  Prou. 9. v. 15.17.
• i 1.157

  Iudg. 15: v. 1〈…〉〈…〉 16. v. 24.
• k 1.158

  Gal. 3.1.
• l 1.159

  1 Sam. 24. v.〈…〉〈…〉
• m 1.160

  •…•…is reported by •…•…es & other Au∣•…•…, of that g••eat 〈◊〉〈◊〉 an Agrippa, •…•…esteemed of •…•…es ••he fift and •…•…s) that at his •…•…n the Diuel ap∣•…•…ed to him in •…•…e of a blacke •…•…e, to whom he 〈…〉〈…〉; Abi, abi, per∣•…•…qui me totum •…•…disti.
• * 1.161

  •…•…od. 3.2. •…•…es deceits deci∣•…•…ed, as al••o her •…•…gers.
• n 1.162

  •…•…m 2.7.
• o 1.163

  •…•…m. 6.23.
• p 1.164

  •…•…dg. 15. v. 4.
• q 1.165

  •…•…e Deut 28 from 〈…〉〈…〉 to v. 68. so ••e∣•…•… 26. from v. 14. •…•…1, ••2.
• s 1.166

  Ezek. 18.
• t 1.167

  Gen. 25, 26.
• u 1.168

  Nero killed 〈◊〉〈◊〉 owne mother A•…•…¦pina to see the〈…〉〈…〉 where he first la•…•…
• a 1.169

  God vsually 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a iust proporuo•…•… punishing, in t•…•… manner, measu•…•… nature, in whic•…•… sinne; poena & c•…•… proportionata, sa•…•… Schooles.
• b 1.170

  Iudg. 1. v. 5, 6•…•…
• c 1.171

  1 Sam. 15. v. 3•…•…
• d 1.172

  Gen. 19. v. 11.
• e 1.173

  Gen. 19. v. 24,
• f 1.174

  Luk. 16. v. 21.2•…•…
• h 1.175

  •…•…uit. 10.1.
• i 1.176

  〈…〉〈…〉 12•• 1 V. 2, 3
• * 1.177

  〈…〉〈…〉 coniurati veni∣•…•… ad Classica ven∣•…•….
• b 1.178

  I speake not a∣gainst true zeale, wish wee were all more heated with this coale from the Altar: I declaime a∣gainst Laodicean luke-warmenesse,〈…〉〈…〉 wish Magistrates more zealous, like Dauid, Moses, Nehe∣mias, Neh. 13. Prea∣chers as Paul and Apollos, Acts 17.16. Ch. 16 2.5. All Chri∣stians as Steuen the Protomartyr, Act 7.51. Onely I taxe a Papisticall, blinde, vaine, Anabaptisti∣call, preposterous zeale, l••ke persecu∣ting Pauls, before his calling, like fire out of the chimney in the thatch bur∣ning, ouerturning all.
• c 1.179

  Psal. 14.1. Ier. 4.22. Prou. 1.7. & v. 22.
• d 1.180

  Good intents and good meanings, on which blinded Pa∣pists, and ignoran•…•… Protestants build so much, are not ap∣prouable, vnlesse they haue good groūds from God•…•… Word, the true square of all action and affections.
• * 1.181

  Sathans speech & his delusions.
• e 1.182

  The Cranes keepe ••atch by course, a shame for Christi∣ans if we watch not, as our Generall en∣ioines vs. Luk. 21. v. 36. since our enemy is so subtil, our flesh so traiterous, our estate so dange∣rous.
• f 1.183

  Papists rid••culous∣lie ••••ke s••me sins so ••e••iall, that they n••uer defile a m••n, so M ••••lu•• a ••••••st Hesch••s•• ag. 105. or easly ••ill 〈◊〉〈◊〉, & wiped by ••o•• wa∣ter, oyle, Chrisme, &c Bellarmine de cultu Sanct. lib. 3. c. 7. Or at furthest in Purgatory, Bel lib. 1. c. 9. de Amiss. gratiae.
• * 1.184

  Iames 5. v. 12.
• d 1.185

  Math. 5.3••, 35, 36.
• d 1.186

  Math. 5.22.
• k 1.187

  Though wee hold not a stoicall quali∣ty in sin, yet euery sinne is great in it owne nature, and none veniall, except by repentance: for first euery sinne is a∣gainst God himself, an infinite good. Ie. 2.27.8.14. Mich 7.9. Psal. 51.6. 2. Light sinnes cause great euils, publike and priuate, yea, death it selfe. Psa. 90.7, 8, 9. Rom. 6.23. 3. The least sin needs an in∣finite price to purge it, euen Christs blood. Ephe. 1.7. 1 Pet. 1.18. 4. The rage of conscience a••ter sinne, is in the hatching, act, and after guilt, Prou 12.18. Rom. 2.15. 1 Pet. 3.16.
• l 1.188

  1 Sam. 5.1.2.
• m 1.189

  2 Cor. 6.15.
• n 1.190

  Math. 6.24. Jude, v 7. The pollutions of the wicked.
• o 1.191

  Sub specie Iucundi∣tatis venenum infun∣dunt bonis. Amb. Offi∣cio. lib. 1. c. 20.
• o 1.192

  Sub specie Iucundi∣tatis venenum infun∣dunt bonis. Amb. Offi∣cio. lib. 1. c. 20.
• * 1.193

  Of the superstit•…•…¦on, strictnesse, an austerity of life, it wonderfull whats writ by Sozomen. lib 4. c. 23. by Socrate lib. 4. c. 23. by Cas•…•… lib. 2. Gastrim. c. 26 &c 40. Chiefly by Ho¦spinian de Origine Monach of Anthony Paulus simplex. Ma¦carius, Dorotheus: Bir¦rhus, Alas, & other Hermites in the de¦se••ts of Aegypt, E¦dom, & Syria, onely to quench the in∣ward heats of lust within them, as fly¦ing the occasions, by company with∣out them.
• a 1.194

  Augustine de ciuit Dei. lib. 2. c. 27. Sati∣us est eos irritare temperantia, quam placare Luxuria, & honestate inimicitiae•…•… prouocare, quam le∣nire.
• b 1.195

  Gen. 19.22.
• c 1.196

  Apo. 18.4.
• d 1.197

  Qui iunguntur in •…•…lpa, non separantur 〈…〉〈…〉 poena. Cyprian. li. 1. 〈…〉〈…〉 pistola 4. See Prou. •…•…3.20.
• e 1.198

  Num. 16.26. •…•…ee Exod. 23.32.33. 〈…〉〈…〉 34.12 & 15.16.
• f 1.199

  •…•…ee Deut. 7.23.4. Euseb. Hist. lib. 4. c. 〈…〉〈…〉 Iren. aduersus haer. •…•…b. 3. c. 3. So the In∣•…•…abitants of Samo∣•…•…teum made the •…•…ater bee poured •…•…ut of the Bath in •…•…hich Eunomius the Arrian Bishop had •…•…ashed. Theod. lib. 4. 〈…〉〈…〉. 14.
• g 1.200

  As the Scripture euery where disswades company and familiarity with the wicked, giuing caue∣•…•…ts against their pollutions; as Prou. 4.14. Prou. 9.6. So wee shall see the godly in their words haue •…•…rotested and contested against them, and in workes, acts, and gestures, haue shewne how much •…•…hey did detest them. We haue Dauids patterne in Psalme 119. v. 115. Psal. 141.4. Ieremy 15.17. ••say 6.5. In Histories, Polycarpus detesting Marcion, Eus. 4. c. 14. Mares the B. of Chalcedon, Julian the Apostate, Hist. trip. lib. 6. c. 14. Origen Paulus Samosetenus. Eus. lib. 6. c. 3. The orthodoxe Christians, the Cataphrygians; Marcellus, the Hereticall Councell at Tyre. Zozom. lib. 2. c. 31. I wish we had like zeale •…•…nd circumspection.
• a 1.201

  Aliquid mali pro•…•…¦ter vicium malum.•…•…¦rasm. adag.
• b 1.202

  Dum spectant laes•• oculi, laeduntur & i•…•… Ouid. de remed.
• c 1.203

  Gen. 12. v. 13. & Chap. 20. v. 2. in th•…•… Court of Pharaoh Abimilech.
• * 1.204

  1 Sam. 21.11.12.1
• d 1.205

  Gen. 42. v. 15.
• e 1.206

  Num. 20.12.13, 〈…〉〈…〉 27.14. Deut. 32.51.
• * 1.207

  Gal. 2.9.
• * 1.208

  Luk. 22. & 55.56. &c.
• f 1.209

  Gen. 2.17. with ch. v. 1, 2, 3, , 5.
• g 1.210

  1 King. 22.29.32.
• h 1.211

  1 King. 13. v. 15.16. 〈…〉〈…〉. & 24.
• i 1.212

  Numb. 25.1.2.3.4. 〈…〉〈…〉 v. 9. see 1 Cor. 10.
• k 1.213

  Psal. 106.3.5, 36.
• l 1.214

  1 Kin. 21. v. 1.2.3.4. 〈…〉〈…〉 &c. Nehem. 13.26.
• * 1.215

  •• Mans weaken•…•… to stand in grace withstand sin, w•…•… the Lord leaue•…•… him to himselfe.
• n 1.216

  Luk. 15.4.5.
• o 1.217

  Acts 17.25.
• q 1.218

  •…•…ohn 11.21.
• r 1.219

  Dauid, 1 Chr. 21. 〈…〉〈…〉. Ezekias, 2 Chr. 〈…〉〈…〉. v. 31.
• * 1.220

  •…•…he penitents •…•…mplaint against than & himselfe.
• s 1.221

  Sam. 17.34.
• t 1.222

  •…•…en. 49.34.
• u 1.223

  •…•…en. 25.32.
• x 1.224

  •…•…am. 4.14.
• y 1.225

  •…•…lar. 5.27.
• z 1.226

  As Saul mist D•…•…¦uid out of his pla•…•… at Table. 1 Sam. 27.
• a 1.227

  Medice cura te•…•…¦sum. Luk. 4.23.
• * 1.228

  A memorable storie.
• * 1.229

  Vox faucibus h•…•…
• b 1.230

  Sortes Virgili•…•… so called from o•…•…¦ning Virgil, and•…•…¦plying his vers•…•… fortunate, or v•…•…¦tunate. Cel. Rod Antiq. Lect. A p•…•…¦tise much like H•…•…¦mans casting o•…•… Purr. Ester 3.7.
• c 1.231

  Psal. 50. v. 16, 1•…•…
• * 1.232

  •…•…ohn
• a 1.233

  Rom. 2.20.21.22.
• b 1.234

  •…•…udg. 2. v. 4.5.
• c 1.235

  Sam. 7.6.
• d 1.236

  •…•…os. 12.4.
• e 1.237

  •…•…al. 34.17.18.
• f 1.238

  •…•…sai 40.2. & 49. 〈…〉〈…〉. 4.7.8. •…•…et. 5 6. •…•…hn 1.9.
• g 1.239

  •…•…in. 19.35. •…•…d. 14.15.16.17.
• h 1.240

  Rom. 15. v. 4.
• i 1.241

  Esa. 1. v. 17, 18.
• k 1.242

  Math. 27. Luk. 2
• l 1.243

  Heb. 9.12, 13, 14.
• m 1.244

  Math. 11. v. 13. 1 Tim. 1.14, 15.
• n 1.245

  Luk. 18.13, 14.
• o 1.246

  Mar. 2.17.
• p 1.247

  Luke 5.32. Luke 19.10. Luke 4.11. Esay 61.1
• q 1.248

  Prou. 16.5. Iam. 4.6. Esay 40.4. 1 Pet. 5.5.
• r 1.249

  Math. 5. v. 3, 4, 5.
• a 1.250

  Esay 55. v. 1.
• b 1.251

  Psal. 42.1, 2.
• c 1.252

  Psal. 6.6.
• d 1.253

  Psal. 25.9.
• e 1.254

  Math. 11.28.
• f 1.255

  Psal. 51.17.
• g 1.256

  Esay 57.15.
• i 1.257

  Math. 15.27.28.
• k 1.258

  Esay 42.3. Math. 12.20.
• l 1.259

  1 Cor. 11.31.
• m 1.260

  Mich. 7.18, 19.
• n 1.261

  Esai 38.17.
• * 1.262

  Exod. 14.
• o 1.263

  Mal. 4.2.
• * 1.264

  Repentance lik•…•… Penelope in the po•…•…
• * 1.265

  Psal. 103.11, 12, 1•• Ex••d 34.6. Ionas 4.2
• a 1.266

  Math. 7.7. Psal. 50.15.
• b 1.267

  Psal. 32.5.
• c 1.268

  Psal. 38.9.
• d 1.269

  Esai. 30.18.
• e 1.270

  Psal. 10.17.
• f 1.271

  Math. 24.5
• g 1.272

  2 Tim. 2.13:
• * 1.273

  God cannot denie •…•…imselfe, nor his •…•…ercy to the peni∣•…•…ent: for his mercie •…•…e himselfe. Quic∣•…•…uid est in Deo est De∣•…•… Zanchy de Attrib. •…•…ei.
• k 1.274

  Luke 15.20
• i 1.275

  Psal. 32.5.
• * 1.276

  As the burnt child dreads the fire, so Gods se••uants once ouertaken in sinne, (as Dauid in lust) euer after feare sin, with al occasions, meanes & motiues leading to sin. See 〈…〉〈…〉 Cor 7.11.
• k 1.277

  Psal. 116.16,
• g 1.278

  Psal. 18.1, 2.
• * 1.279

  The fleshes con∣flict with the spiri•…•… cōcerning the gif•…•… of grace, and th•…•… cause of sinne.
• h 1.280

  Iohn 2, 3.
• * 1.281

  Luke 1, 34.
• i 1.282

  Iudg. 6.13.
• k 1.283

  Rom. 11.29.
• * 1.284

  Euery grace is f•…•… God, both the pre¦uenting, renuing working, coworkin•…•… conforming, an•…•… confirming grace, see Rom. 9.16. He•…•… 12.2, Phil. 1.6, Ph•…•… 2.13. & velle & p•…•…¦se a Deo. Ʋide At•…•… Enchi. cap. 31. Nole•…•…¦tem praeuenit, volen•…•…¦tem subsequitur.
• m 1.285

  Mal. 1.2. •…•…om 9.13.
• n 1.286

  Iohn 3.8.
• o 1.287

  Rom. 9.20, 21.
• p 1.288

  Rom. 9.15.
• q 1.289

  Gen. 4.4, 5. •…•…om. 9.11, 12.
• r 1.290

  Luk. 18.12.13.14.
• s 1.291

  Luke 16, 22, 23.
• t 1.292

  Rom. 9.17, 18, 22. 〈…〉〈…〉. Exod. 33.19.
• u 1.293

  Ier. 23.29.
• x 1.294

  Exod. 9.16. •…•…om 9.15.
• y 1.295

  2 Chro. 34.27
• z 1.296

  Heb. 6, 7, 8
• * 1.297

  Ruimus in vetitu•…•… cupimusque negata.
• * 1.298

  Bellarmine ve••y vnequall (after h•…•… manner) charget•• our Diuines with the Ma••iche••s and Libertines, to mak•…•… God the Author o•…•… sinne. Lib. 2. de Ami•…•…¦sione gratiae, c. 3. vs〈…〉〈…〉 ad c. 8. When indee•…•… who euer reads M Calu. Inst lib 1. c 1•…•… c. 18. sect 4 lib. 2 c.〈…〉〈…〉 sect 1, 2. His Com¦ments in Gen. c.〈…〉〈…〉 v. 21. in Act•• 2.23〈…〉〈…〉 Iac. 1.13. in Exod〈…〉〈…〉 21. & alibi, as al•…•… Peter Martyr in c.〈…〉〈…〉 ad Roma. & in loc•…•… Bez. resp. ad H••sch〈…〉〈…〉 ad Castell. Aphor.〈…〉〈…〉 Zwingl us Serm. d•…•… prouidentia, hee sh•…•… see (as they are e•…•…¦cellently cleered b•…•… Pareus Contra. Be•…•… lib 2.) That we ar•…•… as farre from thi•…•… blasphemy, as an•…•…¦quiuocating Iesui•…•… is from truth; a ca•…•…¦nall Cardinal fro•…•… true Christianity.
• a 1.299

  In Eues first sinn•…•… in Dauids adultery and numbering t•…•… people, in Iudas h•…•… treason, in Peter•…•… deniall, there wa•…•… Sathan first temp¦ting. ••en 3. fi •••• st•…•…¦ring vp and exci¦ting. 1 Chro. 21. 1. first filling and entring the hart. Io••. 13 2. first winowing Peter. Luk. 12 31•…•…
• b 1.300

  Si peccani, ego pec∣•…•…aui, nō fatu, non for∣•…•…una, non Diabolus, nō Dominus. Aug in Psa. •…•…2. Ber. in Cant. Ser. 〈…〉〈…〉 6.
• * 1.301

  Ens agit in malo, •…•…on agit malè, non a∣•…•…it malum.
• c 1.302

  Mala tantum praes∣•…•…t, non praedestinat, •…•…on facit; bona verò 〈…〉〈…〉 praestat, & praede∣•…•…inat. Aug. lib. 6. Hy∣•…•…og.
• d 1.303

  Sciente sinente, per∣•…•…ittente, As he per∣•…•…itting Sathan to •…•…o into swine. Mat. 〈…〉〈…〉.31. So wicked men •…•…o fulfill their lusts.
• e 1.304

  ••ledgects 14 16. Some∣•…•…mes also not per∣•…•…itting, as in Abi∣•…•…ilecks case, Gen. 〈…〉〈…〉.6. Senacheribs: Kings 19.28. See •…•…al. 205.14.
• f 1.305

  God is Ergō syner∣•…•…s, A worker in all •…•…rts of works, Com∣•…•…unis Auther, nō nisi •…•…ni fautor. Lipsius li. 〈…〉〈…〉 c. 20. Videm Mar. 〈…〉〈…〉.
• g 1.306

  Sicut naturarum narum optimus cre∣•…•…or, ita malarum vo∣•…•…ntatum iustissimus •…•…dinator. Aug. de cor∣•…•…t. & gratia c. 14.
• h 1.307

  •…•…am. 3 6.
• i 1.308

  •…•…rou. 7.22, 23.
• k 1.309

  •…•…er. 5.8.
• a 1.310

  Corpus Deus fecit, morbum non fecit:〈…〉〈…〉 nimū similiter fecit, n•• peccatum, nimis indo•…•…¦tus est, qui vitium n•…•…¦turae non decernit ab•…•… Authore naturae. F•…•…¦sil Art. 3. ad Artic. fa•…•… sò imput.
• * 1.311

  Faiths victory.
• * 1.312

  Ira breuis Flaccus▪ I∣ra quasi vra ab vren∣do. Aristotle cals it 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, because of the heate of it. Lib. 1. c. 1 de animalibus; alij af∣fectus apparent, hic imm••net. Seneca. de Ira lib. 1. c. 1.1.
• * 1.313

  Ma h. 13.27.
• a 1.314

  1 Tim. 4.1. Heb. 6 6.
• a 1.315

  A trembling ••e•••• a punishment of sin•• Deut. 28.65. Psal. 55.4.
• c 1.316

  Gen. 43.2.
• d 1.317

  2 Kings 7 3.4.
• e 1.318

  Math. 15.26.27.2•…•…
• a 1.319

  Iohn 12.46.
• * 1.320

  The praise and power of faith.
• b 1.321

  1 Pet. 1.8. Rom. 5.1.
• c 1.322

  Marke 1.15.
• d 1.323

  Ro. 10.14.
• e 1.324

  Gal. 5.6.
• d 1.325

  •…•…ohn 5.24. c. 11.26.
• e 1.326

  •…•…om. 8.2. 1 Tim. 1.9
• * 1.327

  •…•…sal. 32.1, 2
• f 1.328

  •…•…phe. 6.16
• g 1.329

  1 Pet. 5.8
• h 1.330

  Heb. 11.33, 34
• i 1.331

  〈…〉〈…〉 Iohn 5.4.
• k 1.332

  Esai. 28.16
• l 1.333

  〈…〉〈…〉 Cor. 12, 12
• m 1.334

  Iohn 3.16. •…•…eb 10.39
• n 1.335

  Math. 17.20.
• n 1.336

  •…•…ohn 3.16
• o 1.337

  Hab. 2.4.
• p 1.338

  Gal. 2.19.
• q 1.339

  •…•…ohn 15.5, 6
• r 1.340

  〈…〉〈…〉 Pet. 2.6, 7
• s 1.341

  Gal. 2:16
• t 1.342

  Gal. 3.7.9
• * 1.343

  •…•…hn 1.12
• u 1.344

  Heb. 11.1
• x 1.345

  Ephe. 3.16 Acts 15.9
• y 1.346

  Math. 9.29 Gal. 3.23.
• z 1.347

  Gal. 5, 6
• a 1.348

  Math. 13.58.
• b 1.349

  Tit. 1.15.
• c 1.350

  Esai. 7.9.
• d 1.351

  Esay 1.11.12.13. Ose. 12.11. Ier. 7.8.9.
• e 1.352

  Heb. 12.17.
• f 1.353

  Math. 27.3, 4.
• g 1.354

  1 Kings 21.27.
• h 1.355

  Ma••h. 6.2.
• i 1.356

  Marke 6.20.
• k 1.357

  Psal. 78 34.35,
• l 1.358

  1 Sam. 15.24.
• m 1.359

  Luk. 17.5.
• n 1.360

  Marke 9.24.
• o 1.361

  Reuel. 2.11.
• * 1.362

  1 Tim. 1.15.
• p 1.363

  Math. 11.28. Reuel. 3.20.
• q 1.364

  Psal. 6.1.2.3.
• r 1.365

  Reuel. 21.8.
• s 1.366

  •…•…th. 24.29.
• t 1.367

  •…•…et. 2.10, & 12
• u 1.368

  •…•…th. 24.31
• x 1.369

  Cor. 15.52
• y 1.370

  •…•…h. 24.32, 33,
• * 1.371

  〈…〉〈…〉 beliefe & im∣•…•…ency, being •…•…s against grace the Gospell, of∣•…•… God far more 〈…〉〈…〉 all the brea∣•…•… of the Law.
• z 1.372

  •…•…der wel Heb. 2. 〈…〉〈…〉 c. 10 28. •…•…e 21 28. 〈…〉〈…〉. 26
• a 1.373

  Iacob obtained blessing, cloa∣•…•… with the g••r∣•…•…ts of his elder •…•…ther. Gen. 27.15.
• b 1.374

  •…•…e f••ithful cloa∣•…•… in the robes of •…•…sts righteous∣•…•…e, obtaine mer∣•…•… ••rom God the •…•…r.
• c 1.375

  •…•…dges 14.8
• d 1.376

  〈…〉〈…〉 Cor. 11.21. •…•…hrist at last re∣•…•…es himselfe to mourning soule, •…•…ee did to wee.
• e 1.377

  Mary Magda∣•…•… and to afflicted 〈…〉〈…〉 in Pathmos.
• * 1.378

  Cantic Cha. 2
• * 1.379

  1 Thes. 5.2.3