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To the Right worſhipfull his ſingular good Lady, the Lady Elizabeth Grimeston.
Moſt vertuous Ladie, having in charge from you to get you the choiſeſt of my late departed Miſtreſſe hir Muſicke Leſſons: I found among them theſe Leſſons of Mortification, which copying out at firſt for my private uſe, I afterwards communicated to ſome of my friends, who out of their liking of them, committed them to the preſſe: whither by great fortune I chanced to come, and knowing that I had wronged the Authour both in miſtaking ſome things which I did not underſtand, and miſplacing other things which I could not well reade; I could not chuſe but make a publicke acknowledgement, that what faults ſoever are committed in them, are cauſed by my unskilfulneſſe. And knowing that the publiſhing of them will be ſome diſcontent to my late Maſter, your deareſt brother, I could finde no fitter Mediatour than your A2 ſelfe, 4 A2v ſelfe to pacifie his anger, neither any ſo woorthie as you to patronize this booke: for that as you are the ſame in name with the Authour, ſo are you in all points of vertue and true nobilitie ſuperiour to any whom my meanes affoorded me to make bolde withall for ſo great a favor. Vouchſafe therefore, moſt worthy Lady, the patronage of theſe my willing unwilling errors, and you ſhall binde me for ever to remaine in all your emploiments,
Your worſhips at command
To her loving ſonne Bernye Grymeſton.
My deareſt ſonne, there is nothing ſo ſtrong as the force of love; there is no love ſo forcible as the love of an affectionate mother to hir naturall childe: there is no mother can either more affectionately ſhew hir nature, or more naturally manifeſt hir affection, than in adviſing hir children out of hir owne experience, to eſchue evill, and encline them to do that which is good. Out of theſe reſolutions, finding the libertie of this age to be ſuch, as that quicquid libet licet, ſo men keepe themſelves from criminall offences; and my mothers undeſerved wrath ſo virulent, as that I have neither power to reſiſt it, nor patience to endure it, but muſt yeeld to this languiſhing conſumption to which it hath brougt me: I reſolved to breake the barren ſoile of my fruitleſſe braine, to dictate ſomething for thy direction; the rather for that as I am now a dead woman among the living, ſo ſtand I doubtfull of thy fathers life; which albeit God hath preſerved from eight ſeverall ſiniſter aſſaults, by which it hath beene ſought; yet for that I ſee that Quem ſæpè tranſit caſus, aliquando inuenit, I leave thee this portable veni mecum for thy Counſeller, in which thou maieſt A3 ſee 6 A3v ſee the true portrature of thy mothers minde, and finde ſomething either to reſolve thee in thy doubts, or comfort thee in thy diſtreſſe; hoping, that being my laſt ſpeeches, they will be better kept in the conſervance of thy memorie; which I deſire thou wilt make a Regiſter of heavenly meditations.
For albeit, if thou proveſt learned (as my truſt is thou wilt; for that without learning man is but as an immortall beaſt) thou maieſt happily thinke that if every Philoſopher fetched his ſentence, theſe leaves would be left without lines; yet remember withall, that as it is the best coine that is of greateſt value in feweſt pieces, ſo is it not the worſt booke that hath moſt matter in leaſt words. The graveſt wits, that moſt grave works expect,The qualitie, not quantitie, reſpect. And the ſpiders webbe is neither the better becauſe woven out of his owne breſt, nor the bees hony the worſe, for that gathered out of many flowers; neither could I ever brooke to ſet downe that haltingly in my broken ſtile, which I found better expreſſed by a graver authour. God ſend thee too, to be a wits Camelion,That any authours colour can put on.
I have prayed for thee, that thou mighteſt be fortunate in two houres of thy life time: In the houre of thy mariage, and at the houre of thy death. Marrie in thine owne ranke, and ſeeke eſpecially in it thy contentment and preferment: let her neither be ſo beautifull, as that every liking eye ſhall levell at her; nor yet ſo browne, as to bring thee to a loathed bed. Deferre not thy marriage till thou commeſt to be ſaluted with a God ſpeed you Sir, as a man going out of the world after fortie; neither yet to the time 7 A4r time of God keepe you Sir, whileſt thou art in thy beſt ſtrength after thirtie; but marrie in the time of You are welcome Sir, when thou art comming into the world. For ſeldome ſhalt thou ſee a woman out of hir owne love to pull a roſe that is full blowen, deeming them alwaies ſweeteſt at the firſt opening of the budde. It was Phœdra hir confeſſion to Hippolitus, and it holdes for trueth with the moſt: Theſei vultus amo illos priores quos tulit quondam iuuenis. Let thy life be formall, that thy death may be fortunate: for he ſeldome dies well that liveth ill. To this purpoſe, as thou haſt within thee Reaſon as thy Counſeller to perſwade or diſſwade thee, and thy Will as an abſolute Prince with a Fiat vel Euitetur, with a Let it be done or neglected; yet make thy conſcience thy Cenſor morum, and chiefe commander in thy little world: let it call Reaſon to account whether ſhe have ſubjected hir ſelfe againſt reaſon to ſenſuall appetites. Let thy Will be cenſured, whether hir deſires have beene chaſte, or as a harlot ſhe have luſted after hir owne delights. Let thy thoughts be examined. If they be good, they are of the ſpirit (quench not the ſpirit) if bad, forbid them entrance; for once admitted, they ſtraightwaies fortifie; and are expelled with more difficultie, than not admitted. Cruſh the ſerpent in the head,Breake ill egges yer they be hatched.Kill bad chickens in the tread,Fledge they hardly can be catched.In the riſing ſtifle ill,Leſt it grow againſt thy will. For evill thoughts are the Divels harbingers; he never reſteth, but where they provide his entertainment. Theſe A4 are 8 A4v are thoſe little ones whoſe braines thou muſt daſh out againſt the rocke of true judgement: for As a falſe Lover that thicke ſnares hath laied,T’intrap the honour of a faire yoong maid,When ſhe (though little) liſtning eare affoordsTo his ſweet, courting, deepe affected words,Feeles ſome aſſwaging of his freezing flame,And ſooths himſelfe with hope to gain his game,And rapt with joy, upon this point perſiſts,That parleing citie never long reſiſts:Even ſo the ſerpent that doth counterſetA guilefull call t’allure us to his net,Perceiving us his flattering gloze diſgeſt,He proſecutes, and jocund doth not reſt,Till he have tri’d foot, hand, and head, and all,Upon the breach of this new battered wall.
I could be content to dwell with thee in this argument: But I muſt confine my ſelfe to the limits of an epiſtle, Quæ non debet implere ſiniſtram manum. To which rule I doe the more willingly ſubmit my ſelfe, for that the diſcourſes following are motives to the ſame effect: which I pray thee uſe to peruſe, even in that my affectionate love, which diffuſed amongſt nine children which God did lend me, is now united in thee, whom God hath onely left for my comfort. And becauſe God hath indued thee with ſo violent a ſpirit, as that quicquid vis valdè vis; therefore by ſo much the more it behoveth thee to deliberate what thou undertakeſt: to which purpoſe my deſire is, that thou mighteſt be ſeaſoned with theſe precepts in thy youth, that the practiſe of thy age may have a taſte of them. And becauſe that it is incident to quicke ſpirits to commit raſh attempts:tempts: 9 B1r tempts: as ever the love of a mother may challenge the performance of her demand of a dutifull childe; be a bridle to thy ſelfe, to reſtraine thee from doing that which indeed thou maieſt doe: that thou maieſt the better forbeare that which in trueth thou oughteſt not to doe; for haud citò progreditur ad maiora peccata, qui parua reformidat; hee ſeldomeſt commits deadly ſinne, that makes a conſcience of a veniall ſcandall.
Thou ſeeſt my love hath carried me beyond the liſt I reſolved on, and my aking head and trembling hand have rather a will to offer, than abilitie to affoord further diſcourſe. Wherefore with as many good wiſhes to thee, as good will can meaſure, I abruptly end, deſiring God to bleſſe thee with ſorrow for thy ſinnes, thankefuleneſſe for his benefits, feare of his judgements, love of his mercies, mindfulneſſe of his preſence; that living in his feare, thou maieſt die in his favour, reſt in his peace, riſe in his power, remaine in his glorie for ever and ever.
Thine aſſured loving mother
Simon Grahame to the Authour.
Goe famous thou, with ever flying fame,
That mak’ſt thy flight on Vertues wings to ſore,
In worlds of hearts goe labyrinth thy name,
That wonders ſelfe may wondrous thee adore.
Though th’ authours ſelfe triumph in heavenly glore,
Thou ſacred worke giv’ſt mortall life againe;
And ſo thy worth hath made her evermore
In heaven and earth for ever to remaine.
Hir pondrous ſpeech, hir paſſion and hir paine,
Hir pleaſing ſtile ſhall be admir’d ilke where.
The fruitfull flowing of hir loftie braine
Doth now bewray a mothers matchleſſe care,
While ſhe lives crown’d amongſt the high divines,
Thou on hir ſonne celestiall ſunne downe ſhines.
A ſhort line how to levell your life.
When thou riſeſt, let thy thoughts aſcend, that grace may deſcend: and if thou canſt not weepe for thy ſinnes, then weepe, becauſe thou canſt not weepe.
Remember that Prayer is the wing wherewith thy ſoule flieth to heaven; and Meditation the eye wherewith we ſee God; and Repentance the Superſedeas that diſchargeth all bond of ſinne.
Let thy ſacrifice be an innocent heart: offer it dayly at ſet houres, with that devotion that well it may ſhew, thou both knoweſt and acknowledgeſt his greatneſſe before whom thou art. So carrie thy ſelfe as woorthie of his preſence.
Where thou oweſt, pay duetie: where thou findeſt, returne curteſie: where thou art knowen, deſerve love. Deſire the beſt: diſdaine none, but evill companie. Grieve, but be not angrie at diſcourteſies. Redreſſe, but revenge no wrongs. Yet ſo remember pitie, as you forget not decencie.
Let your attire be ſuch, as may ſatisfie a curious eye; and yet beare witneſſe of a ſober minde.
Arme your ſelfe with that modeſtie, that may ſilence B2 that 12 B2v that untemperate tongue, and controll that unchaſte eye, that ſhall aime at paſſion.
Be mindfull of things paſt; Carefull of things preſent; Provident of things to come.
Goe as you would be met.
Sit as you would be found.
Speake as you would be heard: And when you goe to bed, read over the carriage of your ſelfe that day. Reforme that is amiſſe; and give God thanks for that which is orderly: and ſo commit thy ſelfe to him that keepes thee.
A mortified mans melancholy expreſſed in the perſon of Heraclitus, who alwaies wept.
Let him that laughes come weepe with me: for that which mirth neglects, teares doe learne: It is the afflicted minde that is the touchſtone of faults committed: and the guilt which ſecuritie overſeeth, a troubled minde doth ſoone diſcover. A dolefull caſe deſires a dolefull ſongWithout vaine Art or curious complement;And ſquallid fortune into baſeneſſe flungDoth ſcorne the pride of woonted ornament.
Be ſorie that thou canſt not ſorrow thou that art begot in filthineſſe, nouriſhed in darkneſſe, brought foorth in pangs of death; thou whoſe infancie is a dreame; whoſe youth a frenſie; whoſe manhood a combate; whoſe age a ſickneſſe; whoſe life miſerie; whoſe death horror.Thinke, 13 B3r
Thinke, ô thinke, and bethinke thy ſelfe, from whence thou cameſt, where thou art, and whither thou goeſt, for thou art here in an obſcure land, governed by the prince of darkeneſſe, where vice is advaunced, vertue ſcorned, where pleaſures are few, paines infinite: where want is miſerable, plenty full of perill: in a vale of teares, environed on all ſides with unplacable adverſaries: where if thou ſubdue luſt, covetouſneſſe aſſaults thee; if covetouſneſſe be vanquiſhed, ambition will ſecond hir; if ambition be ſurpriſed, anger ſucceeds: in a world of miſchiefe, where envy breaketh peace, jealouſie ſundreth friendſhip. A wretched world, the den of wretchedneſſe,Deform’d with filth and foule iniquitie,A wretched world, the houſe of heavineſſe,Fild with the wreaks of mortall miſerie.O wretched world, and all that is therein,The vaſſals of Gods wrath, and ſlaves to ſinne.
Thou haſt a ſilly, poore, yet powerfull ſoule, a ſoule of noble ſubſtance, of exceeding beautie, inſpired by God the Father; redeemed by God the Sonne; ſanctified by God the holy Ghoſt: this is the careful charge committed to thy charge to keepe hir. Where wilt thou finde ſecurity for hir, Which did in former time Gods image beare?And was at firſt, faire, good, and ſpotleſſe pure.But ſince with ſinnes her beauties blotted weare,Doth of all ſights hir owne ſight leaſt indure.
But now exiled from hir-ſelfe, and as a widow deprived of hir eſpouſed fellowſhip, committed to thy ſafe conduct, where wilt thou ſecure hir? in heaven the angels fell in Gods preſence: in paradice Adam fell from a place of pleaſure; in the world Judas fell in the ſchoole of Chriſt: and if thou ſuffereſt hir to fall, ſhe fals to eternall perdition, for the ſword of Gods juſtice hangeth alwaies over our ſoules readie for our ſinnes to divide us from eternall bliſſe. Since harveſt never failes, but ever muſt,Be torturd with the racke of his owne frame:B3For14B3vFor he that holds no faith, ſhall finde no truſt,But ſowing wrong, is ſure to reape Gods blame.
Let the foote of him that ſits upon the rainbow be thy arke of ſecuritie in this deluge of miſeries; be not like the uncleane Crow, that can finde footing on every carion, with little care to returne againe: but rather imitate the innocent Dove, that lothing abode without this arke, can finde no reſt; and with the wings of a longing deſire and penitent heart, flicker at the window of this arke, till thy heavenly Noah put out his mercifull hand to take thee in. For when the ſoule findes here no true content,And like Noahs Dove can no ſure footing take:She doth returne from whence ſhe firſt was ſent,And flies to him that firſt hir wings did make.
Let hir not drinke of the fluds of the vanities of this life, but as the dogs doe of the river Nilus, that drinke running, leaſt while they ſtay to take a full draught, they be ſtung with ſcorpions: for ſhe lives in thy bodie no otherwiſe than as a lazar on his death bed, uncertaine of life, but in apparent danger of endleſſe death; within ſhe makes her ſolace full of ſadneſſe: hir hope full of hazard, and all hir waies ſtrowed with Coccatrice egges, faire without, and foule within, make hir carefull of hir ſteps. Thou haſt the example of Chriſt: which way wilt thou goe? he is the Way: whither wilt thou goe? he is the Trueth: where wilt thou ſtay? he is the Life. If this Way lead thee thorow auſtere paſſages; if this Trueth teach thee true contrition: if this Life be not atchieved but with a dolefull pilgrimage; for where doeſt thou reade that Chriſt laughed? then Woe be to you that laugh, for you ſhall mourne: and happy are you that lament, for you ſhall be comforted.
A patheticall ſpeech of the perſon of Dives in the torments of hell.
O Death, how ſudden was thy arreſt unto me? how unexpected? while my bodie was ſtrong, while my intrals were full of fat, and my bones were watered with marrow; while I had reſt in my ſubſtance, and peace in my riches; in one night my ſoule was taken from me, and all my joy was turned into mourning. Like as the ſacred oxe that careleſſe ſtands,With gilded hornes, and flowrie garlands crownd,Proud of his dying honour and deare bands,Whilſt theaters fume with frankenſence around:All ſuddenly with mortall blow aſtond,Doth groveling fall, and with his ſteeming gore,Diſtaine the pillars and the holy ground,And the faire flowers that decked him afore,So downe I fell on wordleſſe precious ſhore.
I ſaw my friends forſake me in a moment: I felt how hard a thing it was to ſever two ſuch old acquaintances as my ſoule and bodie: I wanted no view of the vanities wherein I had delighted. On the one ſide hung a regiſter of my ſinnes committed; on the other ſide lay a catalogue of good deeds omitted: within me boiled my conſcience confeſsing and accuſing me: Before me ſtood the judgements of God denounced againſt ſinne ſo muſtered in ranke, as I might well perceive my dangers were certaine, and deſtruction imminent. In this extaſie while I deſired but one houres delay, I was caried with a motion Torrenti ſimili, as ſwift as the torrent before the tribunall ſeat of God.Under whoſe feet, ſubjected to his grace, Sat Nature, Fortune, Motion, Tyme and Place. B4 To 16 B4v
To this tribunall ſeate attended me my evill works, where Chriſt ſhewing himſelfe, laid open unto me the benefits he had beſtowed upon me, the rewards he promiſed me, the torments he ſuffred for me; all which the divell confeſsing, concluded me to be his; for that though he never loved me, yet I ſerved him, though hee never gratified me, yet I obeied him, without wooing he wan me, performing what he ſuggeſted, embracing what he preferred, affecting everie thing he caſt in my way, all which my conſcience acknowledging, cenſured me to this bottomleſſe depth, to this profound lake, to this ſinke of the world, whither all the afflictions and unpleaſant things in the world draine and unite themſelves to take revenge of ſinne. A deadly gulfe where nought but rubbiſh growes,Which up in th’ aire ſuch ſtinking vapour throwes,That over there may flie no bird but dies,Chok’t with the peſtilent favours that ariſe.
To this Chaos of confuſion, to this Well of perdition wherein I am coarcted, to this burning lake of fire and brimſtone wherein I lie burning, but not conſuming; lamenting, but not pitied; where I vomit out the riches which I devoured; in paine, without eaſe; in torture without intermiſſion; where my laſcivious eies are afflicted with moſt ugly and fearefull ſights of grieſely divels; my eares that once were delicate, are laden now with the hideous noiſe of damned ſpirits; my noſe that once was daintie, is cloied with the ſtinke of unſupportable filth; my taſte that ſometimes was curious, and ſurfeited with plentie, is now tormented with want; my imagination is vexed with apprehenſion of paines preſent; my memory grieved with the loſſe of pleaſures paſt; my underſtanding affected with the conſideration of felicitie loſt, and miſerie found. Thus comparing ſenſes pleaſure with incumbent joy, I finde my joies abortive, periſht ere they bud, my paines everlaſting, during beyond eternitie. Your 17 C1r Your fond preferments are but childrens toyes.And as a ſhadow all your pleaſures paſſe.As yeeres increaſe, ſo wauning are your joyes.Your bleſſe is brittle, like a broken glaſſe,Or as a tale of that which never was.
Wherefore as one paſt cure, dejected beyond hope of redemption into endleſſe perdition, rather condoling my misfortune, than expoſtulating my miſhap whereof my ſelfe was authour, I call to you, the glory of your age, the meat of time, who proud in your errours, tread the path of worldly pleaſures, wherein I was impathed: Fruſtra, ô fruſtra hæc aliò properanti. What in this life we have or can deſire,Hath time of growth, and moment of retire.So feeble is mans ſtate as ſure it will not ſtand,Till it diſordered be from earthly band.
It was a condition annexed to our Creation: Intrasti vt exires, thou wert borne to die. Nothing more ſure than thy diſſolution: no time more uncertaine than thy time of ſeparation. Be alwaies readie to prevent that enemie, that is alwaies in readineſſe to take advantage. Qui non vult in vita præuidere mortem, non poteſt in morte videre vitam. Who while he lives will not prevent eternall death, ſhall never after death inherit eternall life.Let every one do all the good he can: For never commeth ill of doing well. Though juſt reward it wants here now and than, Yet ſhame and evill death it doth expell. Miſer chi mal oprando, ſi confida, Ch’ogn’horſtar debba in maleficio occulto: Che quand’ogn’altro taccia intorne grida, L’aria la terra e’l luggo in ch’e ſepolto. E dio ſa ſpeffo ch’il peccato grida Il peccator, poi ch’alcun di gli ha indulto, Che ſe medeſimo, ſeuza altruj rechieſta, Inavedutamente manifeſta. C Wretched 18 C1v Wretched is he that thinks by doing ill, His evill deeds long to conceale and hide: For though the voice and tongues of men be ſtill, By fowles and beaſts his ſin ſhalbe deſcride. And God oft worketh by his ſecret will, That ſinne it ſelfe the ſinner ſo doth guide, That of his owne accord, without requeſt, He makes his wicked doings manifeſt. Shame followes ſinne never ſo cloſely done: Shame alwayes ends, what wickeneſſe begun.
Hoc eſt momentum temporis vnde pendet æternitas. The carriage of thy ſelfe in this life, is the beame whereof thy welfare for ever dependeth. Deferre not thy amendment: God is beſt when ſooneſt wrought,Lingring thoughts do come to nought.O ſuffer not delay to ſteale the treaſure of that day,Whoſe ſmalleſt minute loſt, no riches render may.
Turpe eſt eo ſtatu viuere, in quo non ſtatuas mori. In vaine thou liveſt in that eſtate of life, in which thou meaneſt not to die. Make, ô make your ſalvation ſure unto you by good works. Encline your heart to doe good: for the reward thereof is infinite: for he is comming and commeth quickly, and brings his reward with him, to diſtribute to everie one as he hath deſerved, even according to his workes. Omiſſion and commiſſion brought my confuſion.
Cautior exemplo tu. Let my example provoke you to deteſt that wherein I tooke delight, leſt you alſo come hither to be tormented not onely with oppreſsion of eternall puniſhment, but with omiſsion of everlaſting joyes, which I admire now, carendo non fruendo: which if I might redeeme by ſuffering all the torments that either tyrants have invented, or martyrs ſuffered; if with my tongue I might licke out the print of my feet out of the way of ſinners; if with teares of blood and water I might purge my uncleanneſſe to worke my redemption: Ecce Domine paratum ægrum haberes in omnem medicinam. Beholde, ô Lord, thou ſhouldeſt have 19 C2r have a patient fit for any cure. I would wring my drained eyes, vt facilè ſentires paratum ad omne ſupplicium ipſum habitum orantis Chriſtiani. But ſince my glaſſe is run, and my ſun ſet; ſince death hath overſhadowed me, and that there is no pleading after ſentence; ſince that ſerò ducit ſuſpiria, qui non expectat remedium: ſince my affecting what I ſhould have deſired, is turned into a feeling of that I loſt; quia ex inferno nulla redemptio, quia pœnarum nullus finis, ſuppliciorum nulla defectio; becauſe there is no end for my hell, nor ſatisfaction for my puniſhment: Therefore to you I call, to you that careleſſe live, that feele not with what ſenſe I ſpeake. Conſider, Whence you came, Where you are, and Whither you go. You are parts of that God that created all things for you, and you for himſelfe. You live on the ſtage of the earth, Ubi ſpectaculum factieſtis Deo, Angelis, & hominibus, Where you are in the view of God, angels and men. And you are going, ô looke to your going, Non eſt vitæ momentum ſine motu ad mortem. There is no moving of life without a motion to death. You go and are alwaies going to make your appearance before the tribunall ſeat of God, where every man ſhall receive according to his works. Qualis vita, finis ita: vt cecideris, ita eris. As you fall, ſo he findes you: as he findes you, ſo he cenſures you: and as he cenſures you, ſo he leaves you for ever and ever. Wherefore, quia arbor ad eam partem moriens cadit, ad quam partem viuens ramos extenderat, becauſe as a tree falles, that way it ſwayes while it is in growing: if you deſire to fall right, learne while you are in your growth, to ſway the right way. Judge your ſelves, that you be not judged, Vt ſementum feceris, ita metes: What you ſowe that you reape, either a crowne of glorie, quam nemo ſcit niſi qui accepit, or a chaos of confuſion, in qua ſempeternus horror habitat, whoſe worth can not be expreſſed, but of him that enjoyes it, or a maſſe of confuſion in which eternall horror doth inhabit.
Who lives moſt honeſtly, will die moſt willingly.
Sweet (ſaith Chryſoſtome) is the end to the labourers: willingly doth the traveller queſtion about his Inne: often caſteth the hireling when his yeeres will come out: the woman great with childe will often muſe of her deliverie: and he that knowes his life is but a way to death, will ſit upon the threſholde with the poore priſoner, expecting to have the doore open to be let out of ſo lothſome a priſon, looking for death without feare, deſiring it with delight, and accepting it with devotion. For what’s the life of man, but even a tragedie,Full of ſad ſighes, and ſore cataſtrophes?Firſt comming to the world with weeping eye,Where all his dayes like dolorous trophes,Are heapt with ſpoiles of fortune and of feare.
For it is onely death that unlooſeth the chaines, and ſets us free from our domeſticall enemie. It is onely he, that wafts us forward in this ſea of calamities, the danger whereof is ſhewen by the multitude of thoſe that periſh by the gunſhot of the divels aſſaults, and by the rareneſſe of thoſe that eſcape ſhipwracke. Our frailties dome, is written in the flowers,Which flouriſh now, but fade yer many howers.By deaths permiſſion th’ aged linger heere,Straight after death, is due the fatall beere.
It is onely death that brings us into harbour, where our repoſe is without trouble, our comfort without croſſes, where our teares ſhall be turned into triumph, our ſadneſſe into joy, and all our miſeries into perfit felicitie. Death is the ſalve that ceaſeth all annoy.Death is the port by which we paſſe to joy.It 21 C3r
It is for brutes to feare death, whoſe end of life is concluſion of their being. It is for Epicures to feare death, whoſe death is the beginning of their damnation. It is for ſuch as trafficke vanities, to looke to gaine griefe; for ſuch as have ſowen ſinne, to looke to reape miſerie; for thoſe of a deſperate life, to looke for a damnable deceaſe: but the good man that did ſowe in teares, by death ſhall reape in joy; for his judge is he who knowes our weakneſſe, and will acknowledge our infirmities: his accuſers are made dumbe by former repentance; his conſcience is cleared by former confeſsion; hope is his ſtaffe, to keepe him from ſliding; grace is his guide, to keepe him from erring; faith his aſſurance, to ſtrengthen his reſolution: and what doth he loſe, but fraile and tickle life, a vapour that ſoone vaniſheth, a drie leafe carried with every winde, a ſleepe fed with imaginarie dreames, a tragedy of tranſitory things and diſguiſed perſons, that paſſe away like a poſte in the night, like a ſhip in the ſea, like a bird in the aire, whoſe tract the aire cloſeth? Life is a bubble blowen up with a breath,Whoſe wit is weakneſſe, and whoſe wage is death,Whoſe way is wildneſſe, and whoſe inne is penance,Stooping to crooked age the hoſt of grievance.
Who can ſit in his ſtudie and looke on his houre-glaſſe, and ſay not to himſelfe, Vt hora, ſic fugit vita? that thy life is ſpent with the houre? Who can walke in the Sunne, and looke on his ſhadow, and not ſay with Pindarus, σκίας ὄναρ ἀνθρωπος, Vmbræ ſomnium homo, Man is but the dreame of a ſhadow? Or who can ſee the ſmoake diſperſed in the aire, and not ſay with the Poet, Sic in non hominem vertitur omnis homo? Canſt thou feele the wind beat on thy face, and canſt thou forget that thou holdeſt thy tenement by a puffe of winde? eCanſt thou ſit by the river ſide, and not remember that as the river runneth, and doth not returne, ſo is the life of man? Canſt thou ſhoot in the fields, and not call to mind that as the arrow flieth in the aire, ſo ſwiftly doe thy dayes C3 paſſe? 22 C3v paſſe? Or canſt thou walke in the fields, and ſee how ſome graſſe is comming, ſome newly withered, and ſome already come, and doeſt not remember that all fleſh is graſſe? Miſer homo, cur te ad mortem non diſponis, cùm fis pro certo moriturus? Miſerable man, why doeſt thou not diſpoſe thy ſelfe to death, ſince thou art ſure thou canſt not live? Noſtrum viuere, è vita tranſire: our beſt life is to die well: for living here we enjoy nothing: things paſt are dead and gone: things preſent are alwayes ending: things future alwayes beginning: while we live we die; and we leave dying, when we leave living. Our life was a ſmoake, and is vaniſhed; was a ſhadow, and is paſſed; was a bubble, and is diſſolved. The poore mans life is led in want, & therefore miſerable. The rich mans joy is but vanity: for he is poore in his riches, abject in his honours, diſcontented in his delights. This made Hilarion ſay, Egredere: quid times, anima? octoginta annos ſeruiſti domino: Thou haſt ſerved thy God foureſcore yeeres, and therefore feare not now to goe take thy wages. And Ambroſe, Non mori timeo, quia bonum habeo dominum, Who feared not to die, knowing that he that came hither to buy us an inheritance, is gone before us to prepare it for us.O who would live, ſo many deaths to trie, Where will doth wiſh that wiſedome doth reprove, Where nature craves that grace muſt needs denie, Where ſence doth like, that reaſon can not love, Where beſt in ſhew in finall proofe is worſt, Where pleaſures upſhot is to die accurst
Quid es; vides. Quid futurus ſis; Cogita.
A ſinners glaſſe.
What is the life of man but a continuall battell, and defiance with God? what have our eies and eares beene, but open gates to ſend in loades of ſinne into our minde? What have our powers and ſenſes beene, but tynder to take, and fewell to feed the flame of concupiſcence? What hath thy body beene but a ſtewes of an adultereſſe, but a forge of Sathan, where the fire of our affections kindled with wicked ſuggeſtions, have enflamed the paſsions of our heart, and made it the anvile to turne us to moſt ugly ſhapes of deformed ſenſualitie? What hath our ſoule, which is the receipt of the bleſſed Trinitie, betrothed to Chriſt in Baptiſme, beautified with grace, ordeined with the fellowſhip of angels to eternall bleſſe, what hath it beene, but a moſt vile broker, preſenting to thy will allurements of ſinne? what hath our will beene, but a common harlot luſting after every delight, wherein ſhe tooke liking? what is our memorie, but a regiſter of moſt deteſtable and abhominable facts committed by us? what hath our reaſon beene, but a captived vagabond, ſubdued by everie paſsion? The ſinne that conquers grace by wicked ure,So ſoyles our ſoules as they can have no cure.
So that by this metamorphoſis we are become more odious to God then the divell himſelfe: for the divell by creation was more beautifull than we: it was ſinne that deformedmed 24 C4v med him, and that ſinne that made him odious, makes us deteſtable: for our ſinnes are woorſe then his, and we not ſo good as he: for his ſinne was one, & ours are infinite: he ſinned before the ſtipend of ſinne was knowne, ours after notice & experience of it: he ſinned created in innocencie, we ſin reſtored unto it: he perſiſted in malice being of God rejected, we continue in hatred againſt him that recalled us: his heart was hardned againſt him that puniſht him, ours obdurate againſt him that allureth us. So that our caſe is now ſuch as infinite goodneſſe deteſteth, and infinite love cannot condole. The earth was created for a place of pleaſure, the aire was created temperate, creatures were made to be obedient to man, all things framed to his beſt content: but ſee how ſinne hath transformed pleaſure into plagues, famine and murders many in number, grievous in qualitie, and ordinarie in experience, which indeed are but Initia doloris, for the damned ſuffer death without death, decaie without decay, envie without envie; for their death ever liveth: their end ever beginneth, and their decay never ceaſeth, but are alwaies healed to be new wounded, dying but never dead, repaired onely to be anew decaied.
The union of Mercy and Juſtice.
There be two feet whereon God walketh on the hearts of men; Mercie and Trueth, which a ſinner muſt fall downe with Marie and kiſſe, that in reſpect of Gods Juſtice we may reteine feare, and in regard of his Mercie conceive hope: for all the waies of God are Mercie and Truth; Mercie, that we may not deſpaire, and Trueth, that we may not preſume. O 25 D1r O who ſhall ſhew the countenance and geſtures,Of Mercie and Juſtice, which faire ſacred ſiſtersWith equall poize doe ever ballance even,Th’ unchaunging projects of the king of heaven!Th’ one ſterne of looke, th’ other milde aſpecting,Th’ one pleaſd with teares, th’ other blood affecting.Th’ one beares the ſword of vengeance unrelenting,Th’ other brings pardon for the true repenting.
Becauſe God is mercifull, wilt thou build a neſt of ſinne, as the Pſalmiſt ſaith, upon his backe? thou canſt not ſever his Mercie from his Juſtice, and then Juſtice will ſentence, Tarditatem pœnæ, grauitate ſupplicium. Is God a juſt God, a terrible God, into whoſe hands it is a horrible thing to fall? Thou canſt not ſeparate his Juſtice from his Mercie: ſhe will proclaime Miſericordiam Dei ſuper omnia opera ſua, his mercy exalteth hirſelfe above his judgements, Vult enim omnes homines ſaluos fieri. He that can that he will, will not the death of one ſinner, but that he may turne from his wickedneſſe and live for ever: he offreth his mercy to all, but never uſeth his juſtice but upon neceſsitie. I will ſing unto thee, ô Lord, mercy and trueth together, not mercy alone, as not fearing thy judgements, nor trueth alone, as deſpairing in thy mercies: but thy mercies ſhall breed a love, and thy judgements ſhall make me feare to impath my ſelfe in the way of ſinners.For hope of helpe ſtill comfort gives, While Mercy ſtill with Juſtice lives.
Iugum meum ſuaue.
It is well obſerved by one, That the rodde of the roote of Jeſſe flowred, that the ſweetneſſe of the flower might mittigate the ſeveritie of the the rodde. The divell is never ſuffred to puniſh us farther then is for our benefit: for either he corrects us D for 26 D1v for our former offences, or elſe to prevent our future infirmities. Neither is every one that ſpareth, a friend, nor every one that ſtriketh an enemie: but the words of a friend are better then the flatterings of a foe, and he that loves with auſteritie, is better then he that killes with delicacie. It is the divels common courſe to kill our ſoule, while he flatters our fancie. For as the theefe that can not by open violence catch his bootie, ſeeketh by ſhrowding himſelfe in valleies and buſhes to take the travellers unprovided: ſo the divell, when by open purſuit he can not prevaile, he coutcheth himſelfe in briers and ſhadowes of worldly vanities, entrapping us before we prevent his traines. For albeit with a ſmooth flight and even wing he leſſen himſelfe into the clouds, as an eagle delighted to view the ſunne: yet is he but a ravening kite, ſoaring in the aire, the better to ſee how to ſeaze upon his pray. God borroweth not the Syrens voice, when he would ſting with a Scorpions taile, and when he bites with the tooth of a lion, he uſeth not the teares of a crocodill, but as the huſbandman lops his vine leaſt the juice ſhould be ſpent in leaves: ſo leaſt our mindes ſhould be imploied in vaine and ſuperfluous pleaſures; our wits which without profit would be diffuſed, are by him kept in compaſſe by tribulation. For where he purpoſeth to heale, he ſpareth not to launce: and if he ſee thou be foſtered by the world thy naturall nurſe, he can annoint hir teate with the bitterneſſe of diſcontent, to weane thee from hir: for he that bindes the franticke, and awakes the lethargee, is troubleſome, but friendly to both. If ought can touch us ought, afflictions lookesMakes us to looke into our ſelves ſo neere,Teach us to know our ſelves beyond all bookes,Or all the learned ſchooles that ever were.This makes our ſenſes quicke, and reaſon cleare,Reſolves our will, and rectifies our thoughts,So doe the windes and thunder clenſe the aire,So lopt and pruned trees do flouriſh faire.Be 27 D2r
Be not diſcouraged; thou art a Chriſtian, whoſe captaine is a Crucifixe, whoſe ſtandard the Croſſe, whoſe armour Patience, whoſe battell Perſecution, whoſe victorie Death. Whether God foſtreth thee as a weakling, or exerciſe thee as one ſtronger, or checke thee as one unruly; yet he tendreth all as his owne children. Behold thy Saviour with his head full of thornes, his eies full of teares, his eares full of blaſphemies, his mouth full of gal, his body full of wounds, his heart full of ſorrow; and blame him not, if ere thou find him, he give thee a ſippe of the chalice whereof be drunke ſo full a cuppe. Thy love muſt be great, when his ſorrow is more at thy ingratitude, then at his owne affliction, when he loſt himſelfe to winne thee: a worke without example, a grace beyond merite, a charitie ſurpaſsing meaſure. Wherefore whether he ſet thee to ſeeke him in the poverty of the crib and manger, or in the agony of his bloody ſweat in the garden, or in the middeſt of reproches and falſe accuſations before the tribunall, or in the torments of a ſhamefull death; yet thinke thy ſelfe as deepe in his favour for being tried by the torments of his paſsion, as thoſe that are called by the teſtimonie of his glorious transfiguration.
That feare to die is the effect of an evill life.
Johannes Patriarch of Alexandria, whose frequent deeds of charity gave him this Epithete, to be called Johannes Eleemoſynarius, having his tombe in building, gave his people in charge, that it ſhould be left unfiniſhed, and that everie day one ſhould put him in minde to perfect it. His meaning was, that by that meanes having his thoughts fixed of the doore of death, he might the better prepare himſelfe for the paſſage through it. The Pope that day he is choſen, hath one comes to him D2 with 28 D2v with foure marble ſtones, as patterns to chooſe of which his tombe ſhall be built. He that raketh up vertue in the aſhes of the memorie of death, ſhall finde hir force ſo united, that when they come to be unraked, they ſhall finde that hir heate will ſo encourage us, that when our foule findeth a vent to mount up to hir naturall Sphere, ſhe will flame in the firmament, and ſhine moſt oriently to our exceſsive comfort, and hir Creators ineſtimable glorie: for he whoſe life was a ſtudie to die, well knowes that death hath loſt his tarteneſſe by paſsing through the veines of life: he feares not his cold ſweats, nor forgoing gripes, but taketh them as throwes in childe-bed, by which our ſoule is brought out of a lothſome body into eternall felicitie. He feares not the divels, whoſe temptations he hath valiantly reſiſted: the grave is no horror to him, for he knowes he ſowes the body in corruption to reape it againe in immortalitie. He that liveth well, ſhall make a good end, and in the day of death his deceaſe ſhall be bleſſed, for he reſt from his labours, and his works doe follow him. But to him that liveth ill, death is an ever dying death: he lies tormented with the pangues of the dying fleſh, amazed with the corroſive fittes of the minde, frighted with terror of that is to come, grieved with remorſe of that which is paſt, ſtung with the gnawing of a guiltie conſcience, terrified with the rigor of a ſevere judge, vexed with approch of a lothſome ſepulchre. They made their priſon their paradiſe, their bellie their God, their appetite their guide: ſo ſowing ſinne, they reape miſerie, traffiking vanities, they gaine griefe, deteſtable was their life, and damnable is their deceaſe.
Abſit mihi gloriari niſi in Chriſto.
That affliction is the coate of a Chriſtian.
If we be Chriſtians, affliction is our coat, and the Croſſe our cognizance, In hoc ſigno vinces: Chriſts clouts comfort not thoſe that walke in ſide robes. The ſtable and manger are no refreſhings to ſuch as love the higheſt roomes in the Synagogue. Our arke lieth not in papilionibus, but in præſepio. If we be members of that head which was prickt with thornes, let the reſt of the parts ſympathize with it: let the Mount Calvarie be our ſchoole, the croſſe our pulpit, the crucifixe our meditation, his wounds our letters, his laſhes our commaes, his nailes our full-points, his open ſide our booke, and Scire Christum crucifixum, our whole leſſon. By his nakedneſſe, learne to clothe thee; by his crowne of thornes, how to adorne thee; by his vinegre and gall, how to diet thee; by his praying for his murderers, how to revenge thee; by his hanging on the croſſe, how to repoſe thee. Heere learne, that death reviveth, ſorow ſolaceth, an ecclipſe enlighteneth; that out of the devourer there came meat, and out of the ſtronger iſſueth ſweetneſſe. And ſince our ſinnes (like fierce Samſons) have murdered the lion of the tribe of Juda, let our repentant thoughts (like bees) ſucke at the flowers of his paſſion, and make hony to delight our ſelves and provoke others. Let us ſeeke Chriſt, not inter cognatos & natos, nor with the ſpouſe in the Canticles, in lectulo meo quæſiui quem amaui, nor with them in Oſee, that looke him in gregibus & armentis; but ſeeke him with Moſes in the deſert, with Daniel in a firy throne. His delight is to ſee Nineve in ſackcloth, Job on the D3 dunghill; 30 D3v dunghill; he expects a perfect demonſtration of a ſerviceable minde, for an Eamus & nos, vt moriamur cum illo: for loſſe of felicitie ſearcheth the force of affection. It is neither proſperitie that tries a friend, nor adverſitie that concealeth an enemie. This is that true God that chiefe life, in whom, by whom, and from whom all things doe flow, from whom to revolt is to fall, to whom to returne is to riſe, in whom to ſtay is to ſtand ſure, from whom to depart is to die, to whom to repaire is to revive, in whom to dwell is to live: that God whom none loſeth but deceived, none ſeeketh but admoniſhed, none findeth but are cleanſed, what ever is not of God is not good: give me thy ſelfe, & take all things els from me.
A theme to thinke on.
Conſidera, ô homo, Quides in natura, Quis in perſona, Qualis in vita. Conſider, ô man, what thou art in nature, who thou art in perſon, what an one thou art in life: for thou art not in nature as a ſtone having onely being, nor as a plant having onely being and growing, nor as a brute having onely being, growing, and ſenſe; but as a man who to theſe imperfections hath the perfection of a living ſoule added. This ſoul’s a ſubſtance and a reall thing,Which hath it ſelfe an actuall worke in night,But neither from the ſenſes power doth ſpring,Nor from the bodies humours tempered right:It God himſelfe doth in the bodie make,And man from this the name of man doth take.
And the ſame God that created thee of nothing, preſerves thee from all things that might annoy thee; gives thee health and plentie, and ſubjecteth all things to thy ſervice, that thou mightſt ſerve him in holineſſe and righteouſneſſeouſneſſe 31 D4r ouſneſſe all the dayes of thy life: for if God had not created thee, thou hadſt not beene at all: if Chriſt had not redeemed thee, the divell had dejected thee in the fall of Adam: if the Holy Ghoſt ſhould not comfort thee, thou couldeſt not be preſerved as thou art. Since therefore thou art Gods by creation, redemption, and preſervation, looke what time thou beſtoweſt out of his ſervice, thou ſtealeſt it from him who made it for thee to ſerve him in it, and art a thiefe. If thou beeſt more enamoured of any of theſe bleſsings which he beſtowes on thee to win thy love, than of himſelfe, who ſhewes his love in beſtowing them on thee, thou committeſt idolatrie, and art an idolater. If thou beſtoweſt good houres in ill actions, or great bleſsings to bad purpoſes, thou committeſt treaſon, and art a traitor. He that preferres not God fore all his race,Amongſt the ſonnes of God deſerves no place.
Turpe eſt benè natis malè viuere, & plantatis benè peiùs fructificare. Thou art created after his owne image; make no impreſsion unworthy that character. Pulchra ſint oportet quæ ex eius animo procedunt, qui in Dei habitaculum eſt præparandus. Thy ſoule is the temple of the Holy Ghoſt, thou muſt not pollute it with brutiſh appetites, but prepare it with gracious meditations, moſt fitting food wherewithall to entertaine ſo heavenly a gheſt. He hath made thee in perſon erect, that he might put thee in mind to rectifie thy thoughts and actions. O levell thy life to the ſtraightneſſe of the line of thine owne portrature. Staine not the beautie of thy parts, leſt thou ſuſteine miſerie in this life with the loſſe of eternall life: for the ſtipend of ſinne is death, and the merit of tranſgreſsion is eternall perdition.
Morning Meditation, with ſixteene ſobs of a ſorowfull ſpirit, which ſhe uſed for mentall prayer, as alſo an addition of ſixteene ſtaves of verſe taken out of Peters complaint; which ſhe uſually ſung and played on the winde inſtrument.
Happie is the man whoſe life is a continuall prayer.
O God to whom nothing is ſo great as can reſiſt, nothing ſo little as is contemptible: O Chriſt the guide of thoſe that ſeeke thee, the light of thoſe that finde thee: O Holy Ghoſt that both filleſt and includeſt all things; I am aſhamed to be ſeene of thee, becauſe I am not aſſured to be received by thee, having neither deſerved pardon for my faults, nor participation of thy glorie: yet ſweet Jeſu ſupply my defects, that by thy mercie I may obtaine remiſsion, and by thy merits deſerve ſalvation. Let thy paſsion worke compaſsion for me, A ſorie wight the object of diſgrace,The monument of feare, the map of ſhame,The mirror of miſhap, the ſtaine of place,The ſcorne of time, the infamie of fame,An excrement of earth to heaven hatefull,Injurious to man, to God ungratefull.
Lord, I am depreſſed with the burden of my ſinnes, and oppreſſed with the feare of the puniſhment belonging to them; having neither power to reſiſt thy wrath, nor patience to endure thy indignation: wherefore I am becomes as it doth become me, thy humble ſuppliant. Lord be mercifullcifull 33 E1r cifull to me a ſinner. My abject countenance witneſſeth my diſtreſſed minde, my words are ſeaſoned with ſighes, and bathed with teares. O let the deaw of my devotion be drawne up with the beames of thy remorſe: for behold, as a hunger-ſtarved begger doe I knocke at thy gate, ô honorable houſholder. Open, ô open the gates of thy mercies, to the greatneſſe of my miſeries. Sad ſubject of my ſinne hath ſtor’d my minde,With everlaſting matter of complaint:My throwes an endleſſe alphabet doe finde,Beyond the pangues that Jeremie doth paint.That eies with errors may juſt meaſure keepe:Moſt teares I wiſh that have moſt cauſe to weepe.
Preſerve my body from eternall death, reſerve my ſoule from everlaſting damnation: let me neither ungratefully remember thy benefits, nor ungratiouſly forget thy ſevere judgements: for albeit, there be no folly which hath not had his ſeat in my minde, and left his footſtep in my actions; yet for that thou lookeſt for my amendment, that I may have thy favour, grant me thy favour that I may have amendment. Give vent unto the vapors of my breſt,That thicken in the brims of cloudy eies,Where ſin was hatch’t let teares now waſh the nest.Where life was loſt, recover life with cries:My treſpas foule, let not my teares be few:Baptiſe my ſpotted ſoule in weeping dew.
Conforme my life, confirme my faith, endue my ſoule with thy love, ſubdue my fleſh with thy feare: Let me not die ere I begin to live: give me time to repent, & occaſion to amend: direct my reaſon: regenerate my wil: lead my deſires, that I may ſeeke thee: illuminate my underſtanding, that I may finde thee: let my joy be in enjoying thee, in whom deſire wants no ſatiety, nor ſatiety breeds diſcontent. E For 34 E1v For gripes in all my parts doe never faile:Whoſe onely league, is now in bartring paines:What I engroſſe, they traffique by retaile:Making each others miſerie their gaines:All bound for ever prentices to care,Whilſt I in ſhop of ſhame trade ſorrowes ware.
Let thy majeſtie appeare in thy mercy, cover my ſinnes, and I am recovered of my infirmities: for my conſcience accuſeth me, my memorie gives evidence againſt me, and my reaſon condemneth me. Convert ô Lord, convert my life, and divert my puniſhment. My guiltie eie ſtill ſeemes to ſee my ſinne:All things characters are to ſpell my fall.What eie doth read without heart rues within:What heart doth rue to penſive thought is gall,Which when my thought would by my tongue digeſt,My eares convey it backe into my breſt.
OvUt of a maze of amazements doe I crie out unto thee, ô God my Saviour and Redeemer: Grant, ô Lord, that I may firmely reſolve, ſpeedily begin, conſtantly continue in performing thy will: let me honour thee as a Creator, love thee as a Redeemer, expect thee as a Saviour: for by thy goodneſſe I was created, by thy mercy redeemed, by thy power preſerved, and by thy grace I ſhall be glorified. Grant, ô ſonne of God, that waſt made man, that men might become the ſonnes of God, that I may live in thy feare, die in thy favour, reſt in thy peace, riſe in thy power, remaine in thy glorie for ever and ever. For lif’s a maze of countleſſe ſtraying waies:Open to erring ſteps, and ſtrowed with baits:To winde weake ſenſes into endleſſe ſtraies,Aloofe from vertues rough unbeaten ſtraits,A flower, a play, a blaſt, a ſhade, a dreame,A living death, a never turning ſtreame.Gratious 35 E2r
Gratious God, whoſe honour is more in ſaving through pitty, then in condemning through judgement, thou that canſt mitigate griefes preſent, and canſt turne away dangers to come: pardon, I beſeech thee, my ſinnes paſt, aide me againſt all temptations to come, and I ſhall praiſe thy name for ever and ever. Elſe weeping eies reſigne your teares to me,A ſea will ſcantly rinſe my ordur’d ſoule.Huge horrors in high tides muſt drowned be.Of every teare my crime exacteth toule.My ſtaines are deepe: few drops take out none ſuch,Even ſalve with ſore, and moſt is not too much.
Good Lord, make me covet thoſe things that be pleaſing to thee, let me finde them eaſily, and ſearch them wiſely, know them truely, and exerciſe them effectually, to thy glory and my ſalvation. Diſpoſe the courſe of my life, that it may accompliſh that which thou requireſt: Lay forth thy paſsions that I may feele them; ſatisfie me in thy mercies, that I may rejoice in them: remoove from me all lets to ſerve thee, and give me thoſe things that may draw me to thee: inſtruct my judgement, rule my affections according to thy will, in the depth of thy mercies confound the deviſes of my enemies againſt me. Leſt ſhame the livery of offending mind,The ugly ſhroud that overſhadoweth blame,The mulct at which foule faults are juſtly fin’d,The dampe of ſinne, the common ſluce of fame,By which impoſtum’d tongues their humors purge,Doe light on me: for I deſerve thy ſcurge.
Lord thou haſt delivered me out of the jawes of death, and redeemed my ſoule out of the gates of perdition, ſanctifie my life, that it may be a witneſſe of my thankefulneſſe; let my memorie be a record to ſhew thy goodneſſe; E2 ſo 36 E2v ſo ſhall my lips ſhew forth thy praiſe, and my heart ſhall be poſſeſt with the glory of thy greatneſſe. For fawning vipers, dumbe till they had wounded,With many mouthes do now ubraid my harmes:My ſight was vail’d, till I my ſelfe confounded,But now I ſee the diſinchanted charmes,Now can I cut th’ anatomie of ſinne,And ſearch with Linxes eyes what lies within.
Give me, ô Lord, ſorrow for my ſinnes, thankefulneſſe for thy benefits, feare of thy judgements, and love of thy mercies: give me an underſtanding heart, that I may conceave a right love of thy lawe, that I may deſire to performe it, ſtrength of thy ſpirit that I may have power to execute it: and becauſe by thy grace I am that I am, let thy demaunds be no greater then thou haſt given me grace to performe. Lord give what thou commandeſt, and then command what thou wilt: let the greatneſſe of thy mercies ſupplie the wants of my miſeries: that my heart may rejoice in the Lord, and thy ſaving health may be knowne among all nations. O beames of mercy beat on ſorrowes cold,Powre ſuppling ſhewers on my parched ground,Bring foorth the fruit of your due ſervice vow’d,Let good deſires with like deſerts be crownd,Water yongue blooming vertues tender flowre,Sin did all grace of riper growth devoure.
Have mercy upon me, ô Lord, have mercy upon me, according to the multitude of thy mercies, doe away my offences: waſh me from my wickedneſſe, and clenſe me from my ſecret ſinnes: for I acknowledge my faults, and my ſinnes have made me odious to my ſelfe. Be mercifull, ô Lord, be mercifull unto thy ſervant, and let not the gates of hell prevaile againſt him: for though the ſtipend of his ſinne is death, and the merit of his tranſgreſsion eternall perdition; 37 E3r perdition; yet is thy mercie above all thy works, and thou canſt forgive more, than he could offend: thou that wilt not the death of a ſinner, denie not the requeſt of a repentant ſinner: thou which haſt given me repentance, which is the ſeale of forgiveneſſe, grant me forgiveneſſe, which is the aſſurance of repentance. If David night by night did bathe his bed,Eſteeming longeſt dayes too ſhort to mone:Inconſolable teares if Anna ſhed,Who in hir ſonne hir ſolace had forgone:Then I to dayes, to months, to weeks, to yeeres,Do owe the hourely rent of ſtintleſſe teares.
OvUt of the depth of my ſoule do I crie unto thee, Lord put me not to rebuke in thine anger; let not thine hand preſſe me, neither chaſten me in thy diſpleaſure; for I confeſſe my wickedneſſe, and am ſory for my ſinne; ſuffer not my name to be touched with diſhonour, neither give me over to be clothed in rebuke: cleanſe my heart from corrupt thoughts, and purge my mouth from all uncleanneſſe, and impath me in that courſe that is beſt pleaſing to thee. Chriſt health of fever’d ſoule, heaven of the mind,Force of the feeble, nurſe of infant loves,Guide to the wandring foot, light to the blind,Whom weeping winnes, repentant ſorow moves,Father in care, mother in tender hart,Revive and ſave me ſlaine with ſinfull dart.
Praiſe the Lord, ô my ſoule, ô let all that is within me praiſe his holy name. Praiſe the Lord, ô my ſoule, and let not the leaſt of his benefits be forgotten: for he hath delivered thy body from death, and thy ſoule hath he redeemed out of the eſtate of damnation: for he hath created thee after his owne image, and breathed a living ſoule into thee, to praiſe his name for ever and ever: for his providenceE3 dence 38 E3v dence hath preſerved thee, his ſtrength defended thee, his mercie comforted thee, and his grace ſhall glorifie thee: O therefore praiſe his holy name; O let all that is within me ſing praiſes to my God, my Saviour and Redeemer. Lazar at pities gate I ulcered lie,Craving the refuſe crummes of childrens plate.My ſores I lay in view to mercies eye:My rags beare witneſſe of my poore eſtate.The wormes of conſcience that within me ſwarme,Prove that my plaints are leſſe than is my harme,
Give me, ô Lord, an underſtanding heart, that I may have a true feeling of the greatneſſe of thy benefits, inſtruct thou my lippes, and my mouth ſhall ſhew foorth thy praiſe: for my heart deſireth to have hir love knowen, and my ſpirit rejoiceth in God my Saviour: I will magnifie thy holy name, for thou haſt heard my voice, and not ſuffred my foes to triumph over me: thou haſt relieved my wants, and given me plenty when I was in neceſsitie. I will lift up my hands unto the king of glory, even unto his mercies ſeat from whence is my redemption; for I know the weakneſſe of our fleſh, and acknowledge there is no helpe that comes not from above. Prone lookes, croſt armes, bent knee, and contrite heart,Deepe ſighs, thicke ſobs, dew’d eies, and prostrate praiers,Moſt humbly begge releaſe of earned ſmart,And ſaving ſhrowd in mercies ſweet repaires:If Juſtice ſhould my wrongs with rigor wage,Feares would diſpaires, ruth breed a hopeleſſe rage.
I Give thee thanks, ô moſt mercifull father, for all thy benefits beſtowed upon me, deſiring thee long to continue them, and to make me thankfull for them: direct the words of my mouth, the meditations of my heart, the actions of my body, that they may be pleaſing to thee, and profitable for me: Lord heare my voice, accept this my ſacrifice of thankeſgiving, 39 E4r thankſgiving, which thy bountifull goodneſſe hath extorted. Let not the world, the fleſh, nor the divell prevaile againſt me, but let thy gracious ſpirit conquer them in all my conflicts. Lord I have repoſed my whole truſt in thee, let not thy ſervant be put to confuſion. With mildneſſe Jeſu meaſure my offence,Let true remorſe thy due revenge abate,Let teares appeaſe when treſpaſſe doth incenſe,Let pittie temper thy deſerved hate,Let grace forgive, let love forget my fall:With feare I crave, in hope I humblie call.
Lord, though I can neither praiſe thee as becommeth me, nor pray to thee as I ought to doe; yet accept I beſeech thee, theſe my halting ſpeeches brokenly uttered, as an oblation for my moſt grievous offences: looke upon me in thy mercies, and let the blood of that immaculate lambe Chriſt Jeſus, ſtand betwixt me and thy judgements. Lord, into thy hands do I commend my ſoule, and my body into thy cuſtody, Lord Jeſu receive them: Lord bleſſe me and al that belongs unto me from this time foorth for evermore. Sweet Jeſu ſanctifie my life, & bleſſe me with ſorrow for my ſinnes, thankfulneſſe for thy benefits, feare of thy judgements, love of thy mercies, mindefulneſſe of thy preſence, that living in thy feare, I may die in thy favour, reſt in thy peace, riſe in thy power, remaine in thy glory for ever and ever. Redeeme my lapſe with ranſome of thy love,Travers th’ inditement, rigors doome ſuſpend,Let frailtie favour, ſorrow ſuccour move.Be thou thy ſelfe, though changeling I offend,Tender my ſuite, clenſe this defiled den,Cancell my debts, ſweet Jeſu ſay Amen.
A Madrigall made by Berny Grymeſton upon the conceit of his mothers play to the former ditties.
How many pipes, as many ſounds.
Do ſtill impart to your ſonnes hart
As many deadly wounds.
How many ſtrokes, as many ſtounds,
Ech ſtroke a dart, ech ſtound a ſmart,
Poore Captive me confounds.
And yet how oft the ſtrokes of ſounding keyes hath ſlaine,
As oft the looks of your kind eies reſtores my life againe.
Odes in imitation of the ſeven pœnitentiall Pſalmes, in ſeven ſeverall kinde of verſe.
Domine exaudi orationem meam.
Vouchſafe admit thy gracious eares,
With milde regard for to attend
The prayers, that a plaining heart
With ſorowing ſighs to thee doth ſend:
And let thereto, ô loving Lord,
Thy Juſtice and thy Trueth accord.
In rigour of thy righteous doome,
O do not ſcan thy ſervants cauſe:
For there is none on earth alive,
Through faultleſſe life freed from thy lawes.
Then how may I in ſinfull plight,
Seeme juſt in thy all-ſeeing ſight!
The friend of ſinne, the foe of ſoules,
Downe to the earth my ſoule hath brought,
Which to the heaven ſhould aſpire,
Since from the heaven it was wrought:
O raiſe it up againe to bliſſe,
From earth and all that earthly is.
Amids the darke miſſe-led am I,
Where lacke of light ſinnes view denies:
I live a life more like to death,
While dead from grace my bodie lies,
And where as care through ſecret ſmart
Sends anguiſh to afflict my hart.
But I (ô Lord) recall to minde
What thou haſt done in time before,
And how thy Juſtice hath beene great,
But how thy Mercy hath beene more.
Thus hope of helpe ſtill comfort gives,
While Mercie ſtill with Juſtice lives.
My ſtretched hands to thee diſplay
The enſignes of my yeelding hart:
My ſoule, as earth that water wants,
Of vertues fruit can beare no part.
I faint, ſend ſome reliefe of raine,
Leſt els unfruitfull I remaine.
Thy face of pitie, not of wrath,
Turne not, ô loving Lord, from me:
And let not, Lord, my owne miſdeeds
Have laſting force to anger thee:
For ſo might I compare my caſe
To theirs that furtheſt fall from grace.
But ſince my hope is firme in thee,
Let me betimes thy mercie have,
The way of health make knowen to me,
My feet from erring paths to ſave.
Onely to thee my ſoule retires:
Onely thy mercie it deſires.
O free me from my ſinfull foes,
To thee I flie to be ſecure,
Teach me the leſſon of thy will,
And let me put it well in ure.
Thou art my God, and God of all
That for thy aide and comfort call.
Thou wilt vouchſafe to me, ô Lord,
Thy Holy Spirit to be my guide,
My faith and hope in thee is ſuch,
And ſuch it ever ſhall abide.
Revive thou wilt me for thy name:
Goodneſſe in thee requires the ſame.
So that at laſt by thee, ô God,
My ſoule from bile to blis be brought;
And that in mercie thou ſubuert
All thoſe my ſoules deſtruction ſought:
And force of foes deſtroyd may be.
And I made ſafe for ſerving thee.
All glory be to thee, ô God
The Father of eternall might,
And to the Sonne and Holy ghoſt,
Three in an undivided plight,
As now it is, and was of yore,
And ſhall endure for evermore.
De profundis clamavi ad te Domine.
Even from the depth of woes,
Wherein my ſoule remaines,
To thee in ſupreme bliſſe,
O Lord, that higheſt raignes,
I do both call and crie.
It’s deepe heart ſorowes force,
That moves me thus to waile:
It’s pity Lord in thee,
Muſt make it to availe.
Thine eares therefore applie.
If ſtrictly thou, ô Lord,
Obſerved haſt my ſinne,
Alas, what ſhall I do?
What caſe then am I in,
If rigour thou extend?
But well, ô Lord, I know
Sweet Mercy dwels with thee:
And with thy Juſtice then
It muſt expected be:
And I therefore attend.
My ſoule doth wait on thee,
Thy grace confirms my truſt,
My warrant is thy word,
Thou keepeſt promiſe juſt:
Keepe me, ô Lord, ſecure.
Let thy afflicted flocke
Comfort in thee retaine,
From dawning day to night,
From night to day againe
Let ſtill their hope endure.
There is with our good God
Much mercy ſtill in ſtore
Redemption doth remaine
With him for evermore.
Abundant is his grace.
His people he afflicts
He will not leave diſtreſt,
The thralled he will free
With eaſe of their unreſt,
And all their faults deface.
All glory be therefore,
O Father, unto thee,
And ſo unto the Sonne
The like great glory be,
And to the Holy Ghoſt,
Such as it woonted was
Before the world beganne,
Such as now yet it is,
And ever ſhall remaine,
Above all glory moſt.
Domine exaudi orationem meam.
O Let, ô Lord, thine eares enclined be
To heare the praiers that I make to thee:
And my hearts griefe that breaketh foorth in cries,
O let is have the power to pierce the skies.
Turne not from me thy favourable face,
What day or houre I am in heavie caſe:
But when I call to thee in my diſtreſſe,
O heare me, Lord, and ſend me ſoone redreſſe.
My daies and yeares, alas with little gaine,
Like unto ſmoke, how are they paſt in vaine!
My forces, Lord, how are they parch’t and dry!
Devotions lacke yeelds moiſture no ſupply.
The blaſted graſſe my image now can ſhow,
My withered heart confirmes that it is ſo,
And I forgotten have, unto my griefe,
To eate the bread of my ſoules beſt reliefe.
And my too much regard of earthly care,
Before my ſelfe for grace I could prepare,
Made reaſon to abandon reaſon quite,
And to affliction faſt it ſelfe unite.
But now, ô Lord, ſince that I now beginne
To ſee my ſelfe, and know the ſhame of ſinne;
From earthly traine I will retire my minde,
Thee will I ſeeke my ſaving health to finde.
In deſert like as lives the Pelicane,
Or as the Crowe that doth day light refraine,
Or chirping Sparrow ſitting all alone,
I ſhrowd, I watch, retir’d I make my mone.
But while, O Lord, I doe endure this life,
Expecting peace, by fleeing worldly ſtrife,
Old friends I finde become new noiſome foes,
O love me Lord, for loſſe of love of thoſe.
My penance not reſtraind through ſcorne of theſe,
My foode I take with aſhes and with teares,
The more I feare leſt thou on me ſhouldſt frowne,
That canſt me raiſe, and raiſing caſt me downe.
My daies decline as doth a ſhadow paſſe,
And I as haie that whilome was as graſſe:
But thou from age to age ſhalt ever be,
Then evermore, ô Lord, forget not me.
Vouchſafe, ô Lord, in puiſſance to ariſe,
To raiſe thy Sion that depreſſed lies:
Now is the time, the time doth now expire,
It mercy wants, and mercy doth deſire.
This glorious worke was firſt begun by thee:
Thy ſervants erſt were glad the ſtones to ſee:
And they will grieve with hearts afflicted care,
If ſo the ruines thou doſt not repaire.
But when, ô Lord, thy works ſhall ſhew thy fame,
The faithleſſe people then ſhall feare thy name,
And earthly kings ſhall bend their glory downe
At thy celeſtiall glory and renowne.
Becauſe thy Church, thy Sion, thou diddeſt build,
Where thou wouldſt ever have thy honor hild,
And haſt nor unregarded heard the plaint
Of faithfull folke, thrald in untruths reſtraint.
And that no time, remembrance may impaire
Of thy mainteined worke and mercy rare:
Let people now, for people to enſue,
Thy praiſe record, thy praiſes to renue.
For from high heaven to this low earthly place,
From bliſſe to bale our Lord enclines his face,
The groanes to heare, the grieved to releaſe,
To free from thrall, to make affliction ceaſe.
The more may Sion now ſound foorth his fame,
Jeruſalem his praiſes may proclaime,
Wherein his Church, his people do accord,
And where as kings are ſubjects to their Lord.
Who may, O Lord, the dateleſſe daies relate,
That of all ages overpaſſe the date?
It’s thou to us hast put appointed ſpace,
O ſtop not me ere halfe I runne my race.
Theſe elements by alteration ſtrange
Shall changed be, and ſo remaine in change:
But thou, ô Lord, that workst all at thy will,
Waſt earſt the ſame, the ſame remaining ſtill.
Vouchſafe, ô Lord, their ofſpring to preſerve,
That thee in feare, and faith, and love do ſerve,
And in thy waies directed to remaine,
A laſting life in laſting blis to gaine.
Unto the Father, Sonne and holy Ghoſt,
All praiſe and glory be aſcribed moſt,
As heere before the world begun,
And as it now, and ever ſhall be done.
Miſerere mei Deus.
Have mercy ô good God on me
in greatneſſe of thy grace,
O let thy mercies manifold
my many faults deface.
Foule, filthie, lothſome, ugly ſinne
hath ſo defiled me,
With ſtreames of pittie waſh me cleane,
elſe cleane I cannot be.
Too well my foule unclenſed crimes
Remembrance doe renew,
Too plaine in anguiſh of my heart
they ſtand before my view.
To thee alone, ô Lord, to thee
theſe evils I have done,
And in thy preſence, woe is me,
that ere they were begun.
But ſince thou pardon promiſest
where hearts true ruth is ſhowne;
Shew now thy mercies unto me,
to make thy juſtneſſe knowne.
That ſuch as doe infringe thy grace,
be made aſham’d, and ſhent,
As rife thy mercies to behold,
as ſinners to repent.
With favour view my foule defects:
in crimes I did beginne:
My nature bad, my mother fraile,
conceav’d I was in ſinne.
But ſince thy ſelfe affectest truth,
and truth it ſelfe is Thee;
I truely hope to have thy grace
from ſinne to ſet me free.
Since to the faithfull thou before
the ſecret ſcience gave,
Whereby to know what thou wouldſt ſpend,
the ſinfull world to ſave.
Whoſe heavenly Hyſſope ſacred drops,
ſhall me beſprinckle ſo,
That it my ſinne-defiled ſoule
ſhall waſh more white then ſnow.
O when my eares receive the ſound
of ſuch my ſoules releaſe,
How do ſinne laden limmes rejoice,
at hearts true joies encreaſe!
From my miſdeeds retyre thy ſight,
view not ſo foule a ſtaine,
Firſt wipe away my ſpots impure,
then turne thy face againe.
A cleane and undefiled heart,
ô God, create in me:
Let in me, Lord, of righteouſneſſe
a ſpirit infuſed be.
From that moſt glorious face of thine
ô caſt me not away,
Thy holy Ghoſt vouchſafe, ô God,
With me that it may ſtay.
Thy joy of thy ſalvation, Lord,
reſtore to me againe,
And with the ſprite of graces chiefe,
confirme it to remaine.
That when at thy moſt gracious hand
my ſutes received be,
The impious I may inſtruct
how they may turne to thee.
For when, ô Lord, I am releaſt
from vengeance and from blood,
How joyfull ſhall I ſpeake of thee,
ſo gracious and ſo good!
Thou, Lord, wilt give me leave to ſpeake,
and I thy praiſe will ſhowe:
For ſo thy graces do require
thou doeſt on me beſtowe.
If thou ſinne offrings hadſt deſired,
as wonted were to be,
How gladly thoſe for all my illes,
I would have yeelded thee!
But thou accepts in ſacrifice
a ſorrowing ſoule for ſinne,
Deſpiſing not the heart contrite,
and humbled minde within.
Deale graciouſly, ô loving Lord,
in thy free bounty will
With Sion thy deare ſpouſe on earth,
and fortifie it ſtill.
That ſo thou mayeſt thence receive
that ſoveraigne ſacrifice,
From altar of all faithfull hearts,
devoutly where it lies.
To thee, ô Father, glory be,
and glory to the Sonne,
And glory to the holy Ghoſt
eternally be done.
Domine ne in furore.
Amiddes the fury, my deare Lord,
rebuke not me,
Nor let thy chaſticement befall,
when wrathfull thou ſhalt be.
Thy arrrowes in my ſelfe I feele
I ſee, ô Lord, thou fixed haſt
at me thy ayming hand.
Within my ſelfe (ô woe is me)
no health I finde,
Through feare and terror of thy face
that ſeemes to wrath enclinde.
My very bones diſturbed be,
gone is their peace,
My owne beholding of my ſinnes,
doth worke my woes encreaſe.
And as my ſinnes ſurmounting are,
I muſt confeſſe,
So are they mounted on my head,
and heavy me oppreſſe.
My crimes forepaſt and pardoned,
like ſtarres remaine,
That putrifi’d breake out anewe,
becauſe I ſinne againe.
A wofull wretch am I become,
crooked I grow,
Each day I waile, and while I live,
I will continue ſo.
My members by illuſions led
me ſo reſtraine,
My healthleſſe body is unapt
true vertue to retaine.
By great affliction I am brought
Be moved, Lord, through my loud groanes,
thy mercies to beſtowe.
My ſuites, ô Lord, tend all to thee,
thou knoweſt my caſe;
My plaints and penance, Lord, accept,
that ſo I may have grace.
Within my ſelfe my ſilly heart
is vexed ſtill,
My force is loſt, my ſight I lacke
to ſee and ſhun my ill.
In my diſpleaſing thee, ô Lord,
right well I ſee,
My friends are foes, my life is ſought,
and force is wrought on me.
They wiſh my ill, and ſpeake my ſcorne;
and when they ſmile,
Their hate admits no time of ſtay
to ſtudie fraud and guile.
But I, alas, with patience preſt
muſt all forbeare,
Like to the dumbe, and ſeeming deafe,
I neither ſpeake nor heare.
And for becauſe, ô gracious God,
I truſt in thee,
Thou wilt, I know, my loving Lord,
give eare and aide to me.
Let not, O Lord, my foes prevaile,
lest they rejoyce,
Sith ſcarſe my feet I may remove,
but they advance their voice.
Of my miſdeeds I am prepar’d
to beare the ſmart:
Still is my ſinne before my ſight,
and ſorow in my hart.
I will revolve my faults forepaſt
amids my minde,
And thoſe I truely will confeſſe,
that I may mercy finde.
Hate hath confirm’d on me my foes,
in wrong full wiſe,
And ſtill they live, and do increaſe,
whoſe envy never dies.
They yeeld me ill that gave them good,
and me defie,
Becauſe I goodneſſe would enſue,
from which they ſeeke to flie.
Forſake me not, O Lord my God,
in ſtate diſtrest;
Be ready, Lord, to my reliefe,
my life in thee doth reſt.
To Father, Sonne, and Holy Ghoſt
all glory be,
From former endleſſe date to dure
to all eternitie.
Beati quorum remiſſæ ſunt.
O How much blest may they remaine,
That pardon for their guilt obtaine,
And whoſe great ill, and ech offence,
Lies hid in contrite penitence!
What happy ſtate may he be in,
To whom our Lord imputes no ſin,
Whoſe conſcience doth no guile retaine,
That can himſelfe beguile againe?
I did my ſinnes in ſilence holde,
In griefe whereof my bones grew olde:
Meane while my dayes in plaints of paine,
Without redreſſe, I ſpent in vaine.
But when, O Lord, thy heavy hand
No day or night I could withſtand,
But that in anguiſh overworne,
My conſcience prickt as with a thorne:
Loe then, O Lord, I did beginne
To utter all my ſecret ſinne,
No longer list I ought conceale,
But ech in juſtice to reveale.
Against my ſelfe, I ſayd, will I
My wrongs confeſſe, and faults defie:
To thee, O Lord, O Lord to thee,
That haſt from all abſolved me.
And ſince I thus thy mercies finde,
Let ech of good and godly minde
Approch to thee in happy time,
To pray for pardon of his crime.
For ſuch as ſo do ſincke in ſin,
That ſtill they plunged lie therein,
Unable are of thee to gaine
What contrite ſinners can obtaine.
O Lord, my refuge reſts in thee,
When troubles do environ me:
O free me then, my freedomes joy,
From ſuch as ſeeke me to annoy.
Great comforts, Lord, I do conceave,
Thou me thy ſervant wilt not leave:
But wilt inſtruct and guide me right,
And keepe me ever in thy ſight.
O ye that careleſſe are of grace,
Beholde, and ſee your brutiſh caſe,
And be not as the horſe and mule,
That live devoid of reaſons rule.
And thou, O Lord, in mercies rife,
Vouchſafe reſtraine their ſtraying life,
With bit and bridle make them ſtay,
That unto thee will not obey.
Since that for thoſe of ſinfull trade
Full many ſcourges there be made,
Well’s him that doth in God repoſe,
Whoſe mercies may his ſoule encloſe,
Be therefore joyfull in our Lord,
All that to righteouſneſſe accord;
Let ech with gladneſſe beare his part,
That hath a pure and perfect hart.
All glory be, O Lord, to thee,
And to thy Sonne in like degree,
As alſo to the Holy Ghoſt
Perpetuall and enduring most.
Domine ne in furore.
When my miſdeeds, ô God,
may thee to anger moove,
Amids the rigour of thy rage,
vouchſafe me not reproove.
Nor when for my offences
thy chaſtiſement muſt be,
In thy diſpleaſure, ô deare Lord,
let it not light on me.
Thy mercies Lord I crave,
of ſtrength I am bereft;
O ſalve the ſoreneſſe, that my ſinne
upon my bones hath left.
My much aggrieved ſoule,
my ſorrowes doth abound:
How long, O Lord, ſhall they endure,
or comfort be unfound?
O turne thy ſelfe to me,
and rid my ſoule of paine,
Even for thy mercies which exceed,
and ever doe remaine.
O haſten thee, O Lord,
to ſave and ſet me free:
Amongſt the dead (to their availe)
there’s none can thinke on thee.
And in the depth of hell,
where there is no redreſſe,
Who is it that will give thee praiſe,
or unto thee confeſſe?
My ſighings for my ſinnes
have paſt in painfull wiſe,
And I each night will waſh my bed
with teares of wailing eies.
My ſight is vext with feare
of furie in thy rage,
O that my ſinnes muſt be my foes
to weare me out in age.
Away, away from me,
all yee that are unjuſt:
Let him my wofull ſound receave,
in whom I put my truſt.
That I with joy may ſay,
how to my ſuites accord,
Vouchſafed hath to condiſcend
my deare and loving Lord.
Let ſhame my foes befall,
and vexed let them be,
Their owne converſion, or their ſhame,
Lord, let them quickly ſee.
Glory, ô God to thee,
and unto Chriſt thy ſonne,
As alſo to the holy Ghoſt,
let endleſly by done.
The darts of luſt are the eyes, and therefore fixe not thy eye on that which thou mayeſt not deſire.
Opportunity kindleth the fire of concupiſcence.
In all temptations it is ſafer to flie, than to fight with Satan.H Shun 58 H1v
Shun occaſion of doing evill, and thou haſt halfe overcome him.
Affections are the ſeet of the minde; and therefore ſet a watch over them, leſt they make hir miſcary.
Examine thy thoughts. If thou findeſt them to be good; there is the ſpirit: Quench not the ſpirit. If bad; forbid them entrance: for once admitted, they ſtraightwayes fortifie, and are expelled with more difficultie, than not admitted.
Epicuriſme is the fewell of luſt; the more thou addeſt, the more ſhe is inflamed.
There is no moment of time ſpent, which thou art not countable for, and therefore, when thou heareſt the clocke ſtrike, thinke there is now another houre come whereof thou art to yeeld a reckoning; and by endevouring to ſpend one houre better than another, thou ſhalt come to ſome better perfection in Chriſtianity.
He that conſidereth the joyes of heaven that good men expect, or the dread of torments which the bad ſhall ſuffer, will hardly ſinne.
The end of a diſſolute life is a deſperate death. There was never preſident to the contrary, but in the theefe in the Goſpell: In one, leſt any ſhould deſpaire: in one alone, leſt any ſhould preſume.
Thinke from whence thou cameſt, and bluſh: where thou art, and ſigh: and tremble to remember whither thou ſhalt goe.
Deſperate thoughts are fit for ſuch as feare ſhame, and not for ſuch as hope for credit.
Evill thoughts are the divels harbingers: for he lodgeth not, but where they provide his entertainment.
The whole world is as an houſe of exchange, in which Fortune is the nurſe that breeds alteration.
Miſhap is the touchſtone of friendſhip, and adverſity the triall of friends.
Indifferent equality is ſafeſt ſuperiority.Where 59 H2r
Where proportion keeps not the doore, there confuſion will quickly enter.
Where paſsions encreaſe, complaints multiply.
It is neither freedome to live licentiouſly, nor liberty to live without labour.
Labour in youth, gives ſtrong hope of reſt in olde age.
Carefulneſſe and diligence are the keyes of certeinty.
A malefactor hath feare for his bedfellow, care for his companion, and the ſting of conſcience for his torment.
In contention, adviſed patience, and opportunity well taken, are the beſt weapons of advantage.
Thanks waxe olde when gifts are had in poſſeſsion.
So give, as that thou mayeſt alwayes be giving, and never be ſayd to have done giving.
Give to the poore, but not beyond thy power.
If thou giveſt a benefit, keepe it cloſe; but if thou receiveſt one, publiſh it: for that invites another.
Let thy wit be thy friend, thy minde thy companion, thy tongue thy ſervant.
Let vertue be thy life, valour thy love, honour thy fame, and heaven thy felicity.
In differences rather chuſe to purchaſe by perſwaſion, than to enjoy by violence.
He that leaves his wife a goldefinch, may hap at his returne finde hir a wagtaile.
On the anvill of upbraiding is forged the office of unthankfulneſſe.
True nobility deſcending from anceſtry proves baſe, if preſent life continue not thy dignity.
The longer we delay to ſhew our vertue, the ſtronger is the preſumption that we are guiltie of baſe beginning.
Who may doe all that he will, will doe that which he ſhould not.
Let thy ſpeech be the ſhadow of thy deed.
He is not woorthy to finde the trueth, that deceitfully ſeeks hir.H2 Innocence 60 H2v
Innocencie groweth in deſpight of oppreſsion.
Dominion is alwayes attended by envy.
Fortune is alwayes a friend to a froward minde.
He never gives in vaine that gives in zeale.
Courteſie is the true character of a good minde.
Anger is the cradle of courage.
Looking eyes have liking hearts.
Trueth is the centre of religion.
Dominion is ſafeſt, where obedience is beſt nouriſhed.
Let the eyes be ſentinels of the body.
By being ſilent, thou ſhalt both know other mens imperfections, and conceale thine owne.
Charity and humility purchaſe immortality.
Age may gaze at beauties bloſſomes, but youth climbes the tree and enjoyes the fruit.
Death is the tribute all fleſh muſt pay.
He dies moſt willingly that lived moſt honeſtly.
Who lives to die, dies to live.
Time is the herald of Trueth: and Trueth the daughter of Time.
Who climbes by privie ſinne, ſhall fall with open ſhame.
Who ſwimmes in vice, will ſinke in vanity.
The yoong man may die quickly, but the olde man can not live long.
The chiefe properties of wiſedome are to be mindfull of things paſt, carefull of things preſent, provident of things to come.
The longer God ſtayeth, not finding amendment, the ſorer he ſcourgeth when he comes to judgement.
Whoſo paſſeth many yeeres, and purchaſeth little profit, hath had a long being, and a ſhort life.
Let thy apparell be cleanly without ſingularitie: thy ſpeech ſuch as may mainteine love and win affection.
Uſe ſuch affabilitie and convenient complements, as com- 61 H3r common civilitie and uſuall courteſie moſt requireth, without making thy ſelfe too cheape to thy friend, or him too deare to thee.
Be not at any time idle. Alexanders ſouldiers ſhould ſcale molehilles rather than reſt unoccupied: it is the woman that ſitteth ſtill, that imagineth miſchiefe: it is the rolling ſtone that riſeth cleane, and the running water that remaineth cleare.
Standing water is ſooneſt frozen, and he that ſitteth ſtill is quicklieſt overcome with ſleepe.
Thoughts are the buddes of the minde; and words the bloſſomes of their deſires; and deeds the fruits of their event: and therefore he that will not ſuffer ill thoughts to fructifie, muſt crop them in the bud.
There be foure good mothers have foure bad daughters: Trueth hath Hatred; Proſperity hath Pride; Security hath Perill; and Familiarity hath Contempt.
He that refuſeth to take counſell good cheape, buyes repentance too deare.
Let thy love hang on thy hearts bottome, not on thy tongues brimme.
Miſtruſt no man without cauſe, neither be credulous without proofe.
Suſpition may enter a falſe action, but it is proofe brings in the good plea.
When we are moſt miſerable, then Gods grace is moſt favourable.
Who thinkes before he doe, thrives before he thinke.
A perverſe man is like a ſea crab that alwaies ſwimmes againſt the ſtreame.
Wiſedome is that Olive that ſpringeth from the heart, bloometh on the tongue, and beareth fruit in the actions.
The end of trecherie is to have no truſt.
He that makes a queſtion where there is no doubt, muſt take an anſwer where there is no reaſon. H3 Where 62 H3v
Where marriage rides on the ſaddle, repentance will be on the crupper.
Before thou ſleepe, apparell thy remembrance with that thou didſt waking.
It is leſſe paine to learne in youth, then to be ignorant in old age.
Better not to be, then to be ſlave to paſsion.
Innocency is the beſt good, and a guilty conſcience the woorſt evill.
Humilitie raiſeth when fortune depreſſeth.
He receives a benefit that beſtowes it woorthily.
Curteſie in majeſtie bindes affection in dutie.
Delay in puniſhment is no priviledge of pardon.
The law of feare is melted by Chriſt in the mould of love.
Everie man is the workeman of his fortune, and faſhioneth hir according to his maners.
Happy is that miſhap whereby we paſſe to better perfection.
Povertie that contenteth is beſt riches.
Death and misfortune come ſoone inough if ſlow inough.
So love as thou maieſt hate.
So hate as thou maieſt love, and both without challenge.
Opinion judgeth that the beſt, that it leaſt enjoieth.
Judges opinions make ſuites immortall.
A good beliefe bringeth foorth a good life.
No greater comfort then to know much: no leſſe labour then to ſay little.
No greater miſery then to fall into unknowen miſerie.
Proſperity breedeth ignorance, and adverſitie bringeth foorth knowledge.
He cannot judge of pleaſure, that never taſted paine.
He findes beſt helpe in adverſitie, that ſeekes it in proſperitie. The 63 H4r
The man is happieſt that liveth leaſt his owne, and moſt his neighbours.
A little ſtreame drives a light mill.
A ſmall ſumme paies a ſhort reckoning.
Give a lazie clarke a leane fee.
In little medling lieth much reſt.
Where opportunitie opens the ſhop dore, the ware is beſt ſold.
A wanton eie lighteth where it leveleth.
Jealouſie is the herbinger of diſdaine.
He that will ſtirre affection in others, muſt ſhew paſsion in himſelfe.
Lingering is lothſome where neceſsitie requireth haſte.
Careleſſe men are ever neereſt their owne harme.
After the unlawfull getting of a covetous father, ſoone followeth the riotous ſpending of a prodigall ſonne.
The vertue of a prince is the chiefeſt authoritie of his magiſtrate.
A milde anſwer reconciles diſpleaſure.
A wanton eie is the meſſenger of an unchaſt heart.
There is nothing ſwifter decreaſing, then youth while it is increaſing.
The ſoule is the greateſt thing in the leaſt continent.
Let the limits of thy power, be the bounds of thy will.
A faire woman is a paradiſe to the eie, a purgatorie to the purſe and a hell to the ſoule.
The death of an evill man is the ſafetie of a good man.
What harme the heart doth thinke, and hand effect, that will the worme of conſcience betray.