THE FIRST PART OF CHRISTIAN PASSIONS, containing a hundreth Sonets of meditation, humiliation, and prayer.
PREFACE.
IT is not Lord the sound of many words,
The bowed knee or abstinence of man,
The filed phrase that eloquence affords,
Or Poets pen that heauens do pearce, or can:
By heauie cheere, of colour pale and wan,
By pined bodie of the Pharisay,
A mortall eye repentance oft doth scan,
Whose iudgement doth on outward shadows stay,
But thou (ô God) doest hearts intent bewray,
For from thy sight Lord nothing is conceald,
Thou formdst the frame fro out the verie clay,
To thee the thoughts of hearts are all reueald,
To thee therefore with hart and minde prostrate,
With teares I thus deplore my sinfull state.
SONET. I.
HOw should my soule Lord clad in earthly mold,
(The prison where it readie is to pine
Where vile affections captiue it do hold,
And threaten naught, but ruine in the fine)
Vnto one thought of hope or helpe incline,
Or raise my eyes vnto the heauens bright?
How may it Lord take hold on mercies thine,
Or presse it selfe in presence of thy sight?
Or how canst thou therein at all delight,
If mercy be not spokesman in this case,
If merit of thy Sonne should not acquite
The common guilt of Adams sinfull rase?
Which since by faith alone man may attaine,
Grant me first grace not faithlesse to ramaine.
SON. II.
FRo out the darknesse of this sea of feare,
Where I in whale remaine deuourd of sin,
With true remorse of former life I reare
My heart to heauen, in hope some helpe to win:
I do confesse my fault, who did begin
To flie from thee, ô Lord, and leaue vndone
Thy seruice, which of right should first haue bin
Performd, by which so many should be wonne
To praise thy name: but feare alas begunne,
To represent to me my iourny long,
The dangers of the world my life should runne,
Which made me to my soule to offer wrong.
But since by show of death thou caldst me backe,
Thy gracious helpe at need let me not lacke.
SON. III.
WIthin this arke where in my soule doth dwell,
My bodie floting on worldes troubled waue,
Which windes of fierce affections cause to swell,
And hardly can my power from sinking saue,
I crie to thee ô Lord, and comfort craue:
Close vp this fountaine of stil flowing sin,
Let me by faith againe once footing haue
On frutefull earth, and holie life begin;
Lighten the burden so vncleane within,
Of brutish vices raging in my minde,
Let cleane affects the greater partie win,
And so increase, that plentie I may finde
Of sacrifices pleasing in thy sight,
Of faith and loue, which are thy soules delight.
SON. IIII.
IN humble wise as fitteth best my state,
An abiect wretch deuoyd of all desert,
I here approch before thy mercy gate,
O Lord of life with broke and contrite hart:
I need not to reueale to thee my smart,
A lump of sin and shame I am I know,
Wounded so deepe with deadly poysned dart
Of serpents sting, which did from parents grow,
That now my humors so do ouerflow
With foule affections of my feeble minde,
As presseth downe my eyes on earth so low,
As dares not search the heauens, true helpe to finde.
Yet since thou hast made known to me my griefe,
Guide me by grace to fountaine of reliefe.
SONET. V.
VNto thy princely wedding Lord are bed,
Of euerie sort some guests to feast with thee,
One that a spouse but late before had wed,
One oxen bought, one taken land to fee:
They from the banket therefore absent bee,
Regarding not thy messengers of grace,
In number of the like, Lord hold not mee,
But let me haue I craue the offred place:
Yet ere that I appeare before thy face,
A wedding garment first I must put on,
My owne vnrighteous cloathing is too base,
And marchandise of merits now are gone,
Then since thou cal'st, with faith do thou me cloth,
A lame blind begger Lord, do thou not loth.
SON. VI.
IN pride of youth when as vnbridled lust
Did force me forth, my follies to bewray,
I challenged as patrimony iust,
Each vaine affection, leading to decay:
And trusting to that treasure, post away
I wandred in the worlds alluring sight:
Not reason, vertue, shame, or feare could stay,
My appetite from tasting each delite,
Till want and wearinesse began me bite,
And so perforce to father I retire,
To whom I prostrate kneele (vnworthie wight)
To name of sonne not daring to aspire;
Receiue me yet, sweet sauiour, of thy grace,
Poore penitent, into a seruants place.
SON. VII.
Lame of my limmes, and sencelesse of my state,
Neere fortie yeares Lord haue I groueling line,
Before Bethesda poole, yet still too late,
To wash me in the fountaine I encline,
Whence health wold come, when Angel giues the sine:
If any one to aide me readie were,
But helplesse thus, I readie am to pine,
My selfe vnable duly vp to reare.
Vouchsafe thou then me to this bath to beare,
By the assistance of thy heauenly grace,
Let not the force of foule affects me feare,
To prease forth first when Christ appeares in place,
Who is the fountaine, Angell, and the man,
That bath, that blisse, that cure my senses can.
SON. VIII.
THy thundring voice and Angell Lord of long,
Hath cald my soule from slumber where it lay,
The harmony of heauenly musickes song,
Hath made my wandring feete at last to stay:
Direct thou me also the readie way
Vnto thy church, that in thy holy place
Thy word and law I may in heart obay,
And worship thee before thy peoples face.
Grant me I say, such measure of thy grace,
That greedily by faith I swallow vp
Thy booke of truth, and so thy word imbrace,
That frutefully I taste saluations cup.
Thou who doest rule the earth, the sea and land:
In my defence, with power and glory stand.
SON. IX.
AMong thy sheepe ô Lord I seemd to feed,
By Sacraments receiu'd into thy stocke,
By preached word I watred was indeed,
And works with fleece did seeme inritch my stocke:
But at my doore true faith did neuer knocke,
(Which should be shepheard of my soules defence)
But (thiefe like) fond affections reason mocke,
And by the window of my wilfull sence
Do enter to my heart, and steale from thence
Each motion of amendment which doth rise,
And shepheardlesse of grace, transported hence
By Sathan (rau'ning woolfe) in fearefull wise,
I call to thee (sweet Sauiour) shepheard true,
Teach me to know thy voice and thee insue.
SONET. X.
BEhold ô Lord the Citie thou hast built,
Ierusalem this fleshly frame of mine,
By sin (Assyrians sword) is almost spilt,
And like to yeeld to Rabsake in fine:
Yet lo (alas) my soule doth much repine,
To see proud Satan so blaspheme thy name,
To threaten ruine to this temple thine,
Since thou art praysd and honord in the same:
Thou able art the rage of lust to tame,
The force of pride and furie to subdue;
Against Senacherib thy Angell came,
And all his host in one night ouerthrew:
So let thy holie spirit me defend,
And to my plaints and praiers comfort send.
SON. XI.
SInce with Goliah I am now to fight,
And lacke the slight of holie Dauids sling,
Arme thou me Lord with heauenly armor bright,
Which power of flesh & world to foile may bring:
Thy righteous brest-plate gird on me with truth,
Prepare my feet with Gospel of thy peace,
The shield of faith (which firie dartes beare forth,
Of wicked Satan, whose assaults not sease)
The helmet of saluation, and the sword
Of spirit, which is founded on thy law;
All these my praiers are, that thou afford,
To make me stedfast, spight of lyons claw,
Who roaring, daily seekes as wished pray,
My silly soule from thee to take away.
SON. XII.
NOw that thou hast prepard me to confesse,
Thy seruice Lord the which I vndertake,
I thee beseech, my purpose so to blesse,
That I a good account to thee may make:
A Nazarit I am, who do forsake
The delicacies of the worlds delight,
Whose thirst thy purest fountaine still shall slake,
With faith and truth, the which with sin shall fight:
I will not tast the wine of Satans slight,
Which doth confound all reason and all sence,
My vow shall be to serue thee day and night,
And trust in thee shall be my true defence,
Till death dissolue this promise made to thee,
Whose strength herein thy heauenly graces bee,
SON. XIII.
I Seeeke ô Lord to shew thy powrefull hand,
Which hath conuerted this my sinfull hart,
Into a rod of strength, which still might stand
Strong in thy truth, who powrefull onely art:
But Iannes pride, and Iambres lustfull hart,
By [...]light imposture of slie Satans might,
Two Serpents frame, which will not thence d [...]paert,
But seeke against thy powrefull hand to fight.
But let my faith their fury put to flight,
And vertue thine, deuour these imps of sin,
Let not these fleshly frutes appeare in sight
Of truth, which only can the conquest win.
Let faith shew forth the finger of thy hand,
And cleane consume, ech power doth it withstand.
SON. XIIII.
BEhold ô Lord a tree by high way side,
Vnfrutefull yet of any food for thee,
In high way side as yet I do abide,
Where passers to Ierusalem I see:
Though sommer grow, I cannot frutefull be,
Vnplanted by thy grace in garden thine:
I do confesse I am a wild fig tree,
For want of moisture which am like to pine,
Vnto my praiers Lord do thou incline,
Remoue me home into thy garden faire,
Let me behold the face of thy sunne shine,
Which may my withered leaues with life repaire:
So maist thou tast a frute of wholesome kinde,
And leaue a marke of mercy great behinde.
SON. XV.
VVIthin thy garden Lord I planted was,
And watred well with thy most carefull hand,
But yet v [...]frutefull I remaind (alas)
And these thy blessings did not vnderstand.
In vaine I did employ possessed land,
Ten times three yeares thy seruants did replant
My stocke, and sought to bend my crooked wand,
And did supply ech aide I seem'd to want.
At length my frutes which daily grew more scant,
Wild thee resolue to haue me weeded out,
My foule affections were with folly brant,
My roote of faith was shakt with feare and doubt,
And lo I pine, sweet Sauiour water me,
Paul and Apollos worke, else lost will be.
SON. XVI.
A Wicked Pharisie I long haue bene,
Whom sight of mercies thine allure to thee,
A shamed Lord of my faire clothed sinne,
In secret night I seeke thy face to see:
That thou art God, thy wo [...]kes reueale to me,
That thou art mine, thy sonne doth me assure,
Vouchsafe, that I regenerate may be,
And that my praiers pardon may procure.
Purge by thy sprite and faith, faire fountaine pure,
The senses dull that cannot vnderstand,
The heauenly birth which shall in blisse endure,
Not subiect vnto Satans sinfull band.
And with thy sonne let worlds affections die,
My soule from hell, with him ascend on hie.
SON. XVII.
FIue foolish virgins in my senses dwell,
And seeke to make me slumber ouer long,
They dreame, that all my deeds do fall out well,
Whereas indeed I headlong run to wrong:
To vanities their humors do belong,
And sin, who doth their fancie chiefly feed:
They cheined are to linkes of lust so strong,
That their best foile, brings forth but bitter weed;
They lacke the oyle which should be vsde indeed,
To lead them to the euerlasting light:
It growes not Lord in frute of humane seed,
Man sleeps all day and gropes his way at night,
Vnlesse thou lend thy hand and fill our lampes,
Our light goes forth with smothering sinful dāps▪
SON. XVIII.
OVt of the fountaine of eternall life,
I poore Samaritan here readie stand,
(To sinfull lustan old betrothed wife)
With pitcher readie in my trembling hand,
To wraw a draught of liquor most diuine,
To quench the thirst of my inflamed hart
With heauenly deaw: ere that my soule do pine,
And quali [...]ie the rigor of my smart.
A Prophet true thou art I vnderstand,
Or rather father of all truth thou art,
A stranger I from faire Iudaea land,
With these thy blessings craue for to impart:
Then guide my hand, and teach my soule to tast
True faith, the fountaine where all blisse is plast.
SON. XIX.
A Wicked soule sold to all fleshly sin,
Lord here I prostrate at thy feete do lie,
To gather crummes of grace, soules health to win,
Which Lord to giue me do thou not denie:
The precious oyle of penitence will I
Powre forth with teares, fro out my melting eyes,
To bath thy feete, and after will I drie
Them with my haires (which balms no treasure bies)
Though worldly loue (when he my fact espies)
Repine to see my soule so well inclind:
To my defence ô Lord vouchsafe to rise,
And fructifie this first frute of my minde;
Vouchsafe to sup with humble seruant thine,
And that of seruice, better choyse be mine.
SON. XX.
A Poore Arabian whom base Agar bare,
First borne of flesh, but last of promist grace,
Of bastard kind, bred vp with mothers care,
In wildernesse of world for a long space:
And famishing before my parents face,
Whose workes vnable were to lend me aide,
A bond man vnto sin as fleshly race,
To whom heauens heritage thy lawes denaide:
Amidst my wandring course by thee am staide,
And haue a promise, not to die but liue;
Thy couenant Lord abundantly is paide,
If grace (to feed by faith) thou doest me giue:
My bondage thus release, make thou me free,
My barren branch shall so bring frute for thee.
SON. XXI.
A Marchant I, full long abroad haue straide,
By sea and land true happinesse to gaine,
The riches of the earth my eyes haue waide,
And see their profit to be light and vaine:
Such trifling trash my soule doth now disdaine,
And Iewels of more value I espye,
Among the rest, one doth all other staine,
Which with my wealth I wish that I might buye.
But this rare pearle is of a price so hie,
As all the earth cannot esteeme the same,
Much lesse to purchase it, can it come nie,
Yet doth the loue thereof my heart enflame:
Be thou the pledge (sweet Sauior) then for me,
That heauenly blisse shall so my riches be.
SON. XXII.
AMong the prease of many that draw neare,
Vnto the feast of grace in Temple thine,
I silly widow also doe appeare,
With humble heart ô Lord, who here encline,
And vnto thee a mite for offering mine,
Present as precious, to my poore estate,
For heards or flocks for store of corne and wine,
Without obedience Lord thou aye didst hate,
But broken hearts and soules which lye prostrate
Before thy throne of grace, and mercy craue,
Do mercie finde, though it be nere so late,
Thy promise hereof vs assurance gaue,
In trust whereof, obaying thy behest,
My praiers to thy praise, ô Lord are prest,
SON. XXIII.
INto thy vineyard Lord (vnworthie) I
Desire to come, to trauell out the day,
Thou calledst me thereto, and didst espie
Me loytring idle, by the worlds high way:
At first to come my follies did me stay,
Whom cold and hunger now to worke compell,
Though halfe my daies be spent, say me not nay,
The other halfe to trie, employed well.
I do not hope my paines so deare to sell,
As they that beare the brunt of heat of day,
They merit most whose trauels most excell,
My slender seruice craues but single pay.
But (if thy bountie giue,) behold me prest,
With thanks thy grace to taste, amongst the rest.
SON. XXIIII.
AS thou art pure and iust in all thy waies,
(O Lord) so should thy offrings also bee:
The tongue vncleane, cannot set forth thy praise,
The wanton eye may not thy secrets see:
The lame of faith, the blind of skill not hee,
That thou alotst thy sacrifice to slay;
The heart that is found cleane in each degree,
Is fittest for thy church, wherein to stay,
Such is no flesh, ô Lord, the truth to say,
But as thou pleasest them to purifie,
By faith and by repentance euerie day,
Who then with Christ, may boldly thee come nie,
Behold me then, thus thy adopted chyld,
Let me not from thy temple be exyld.
SON. XXV.
I Follow thee ô Lord but far behinde,
As Peter did, when he did see thee led
To prison, where the traitors did thee binde,
Amazed much with worldly feare and dred:
When as I saw the world all ouer spred
With hatred and disdaine vnto the iust,
My courage it was quayld, and quickly fled,
And had no liking to thy helpe to trust.
But Lord I know perforce I forward must,
If I intend to gaine the crowne I craue,
I must abandon flesh and fleshly lust,
And in thy promise all my hope must haue.
Grant thou me boldnesse then and constant will,
To perseuere in thy obedience still.
SON. XXVI.
OF parents first, two brothers borne that were,
The bodie and the soule did represent,
The elder Cain, who Henocks wals did reare,
The yonger Abell dwelt in silly tent:
First man with plough the virgins soile he rent,
The other seru'd and shoare the silly sheepe:
To worldly lustes of flesh the one was bent,
Thy heauenly lawes the other sought to keepe.
A deadly discord twixt them so did creepe,
The elder did the guiltlesse yonger slay;
That ancient hatred grounded is so deepe,
It striues in me (alas) vnto this day.
Accept my sacrifice, Lord me defend,
My powres vnto thy holie pleasure bend.
SON. XXVII.
LIke pined chyld ô Lord from nurses brest,
Whom churlish stepdame ouer soone doth waine,
By wicked will alas I am opprest,
And crie to cruell flesh behold in vaine:
Who lets me languishing in sin remaine,
And sends no comfort to support my need,
My faults I know, I do confesse them plaine,
That folly doth my weake affections feed:
I see my ruine neare at hand in deed,
And cannot call for aide whose tong is dum,
My feete so feeble cannot helpe at need,
Although I see at hand thy vengeance come,
Vnlesse thou giue me grace to see and feare,
To pray in faith, and thou thy hand forbeare.
SON. XXVIII.
POlluted with the curelesse leprosie
Of sin, which is heriditarie now,
So lothsome growne, that I dare not come nie
Thy holy temple, where my heart doth bow:
I craue ô Lord, it please thee to allow
The high Priest Christ thy sonne to view my sore,
Whose holyhand may guide and teach me how
To cure this griefe it may returne no more.
I know ô Lord, thou hast of mercy store,
And onely thou doest pitie mans estate,
Which though my stubburne heart refusde before,
Repentance yet and faith coms not too late,
Whose sparrowes of repentance I present
An offering here through worldly desert sent.
SON. XXIX.
A Virgine pure ô Lord by birth I was,
The daughter of thy church adopt by grace:
But lothsome lust (foule fiend) did me alas
Pursue, and sought with me his dwelling place.
As many vertues as did seeke my grace,
By weddings band to me to be vnight,
So many did this fiend, first night deface,
So oft I was depriu'd of my delight.
Seuen times a widow I with shame and spight
Am left, and liue now hopelesse of redresse:
Till thou with Raphaell send that medicine bright,
Of God to giue me grace, to sinne suppresse.
Thy sonne thus made, my spouse shall soone restore
Tobias sight, wealth comfort, lost before.
SON. XXX.
OF sinfull race of mans licentious seed,
Whilst heauenly ofspring with faire humane kinde,
Do ioyne affects, where wicked lusts do breed,
And so pollute the frutes of vertuous minde,
A bastard brood my selfe alas I finde,
Whose nature doth in tryannie consist,
Of grace and reason growne so dull and blinde,
That I in wrong with stubburnesse persist:
Who seeing father Nature ere he wist,
A sleepe with so [...]tish wine of worldly loue,
To hide his shame by wisdome had no list,
Which iustly curse of God on me did moue.
A slaue to sin, therefore I did pursue
(Like Nymrod) grace of God, which now Irue.
SON. XXXI.
AS oft as thou by grace wouldst drawe me backe
From sin, whereto I am by nature thrall,
So oft alas I finde my will to lacke,
And power to follow thee when thou doest call,
From sin to sin, I headlong thus do fall,
And quench repentance by a peruerse will,
I see my fall, but haue no feare at all,
And to my vomit dog-like turne I still.
My frailtie doth thy wrathfull cup fulfill,
With flowing measure of reuenge and wo:
When I returne a litle backe from ill,
To wallow in the myre againe I go.
No powre is in me Lord my life to mend,
Vnlesse thy hand from heau'n me comfort send.
SON. XXXII.
FAine would I fence this feeble flesh of mine,
From Satans furie, who me thus assailes,
Which doth besiege my soule, and meanes to pine
My conscience, which my sin so sore bewailes,
His busie braine to win me neuer failes,
And leaues no stratagem at all vntride:
My fainting hope I know not what it ailes,
But it doth feare the batt'ry to abide.
The safest way must be (what ere betide)
To set a watch to looke vnto my waies:
Lest pride, or lust, or wrath do let him slide
Into my hart, which yet vnyeelded staies:
But like a theefe he stealeth me vpon,
Watch thou me (Lord) ech houre: else I am gon.
SON. XXXIII.
MY sinnes behold (ô Lord) are manifold,
VVhich do incamp my soule each houre about,
Still me intrenched with distrust they hold,
So that no frutes of faith can issue out:
Their fleshly champion is a soldiar stout,
VVho is assist by world and Satans aide,
And foule affections readie are in rout,
To further force to lust, but hardly staide.
The earthly treasures haue with pleasure paide,
The hatefull Army which doth hast to hell:
My natiue powre their passage not denaide
VVhich makes their pride and peruerse wil to swel.
I see no way to helpe to shun decaie,
But on thy graces rescue Lord to staie.
SON. XXXIIII.
THe greedinesse of this my corrupt minde,
VVhich tasteth not but of the earthly gaine,
And in thy glorie can no profit finde,
But seekes with symonie my soule to staine:
Makes me (alas) for carnall treasor vaine,
Like Elizeus seruant to desire,
A present of worldes pleasure mixt with paine,
As recompence of heauenly comforts hire.
I sorcerer like do also oft require,
(Like marchandise) thy graces for to buye,
Supposing morall vertues may aspire,
To saue my soule, and sin to mortifie.
But lo I see soules leprosie herein,
And craue that praiers may my pardon win.
SON. XXXV.
VOyd of true life, and buried in the graue
Of wicked flesh (alas) I long haue bin,
No earthly comfort can my conscience haue,
VVhich was corrupted with all lothsome sin.
My sister (vertues) to despaire begin,
Of euer seeing once my lifes restore,
Ne is there any other way to win
True life indeed, which shall decay no more,
But prostrate Lord thy helpe for to implore,
And craue thy gracious presence at the last,
To aide the soule thy sonne hath lou'd before,
For time of grace with thee is neuer past.
Roll backe hard stone from heart, bid him arise,
VVho slaue to sin, in earthly coffin lies.
SON XXXVI.
MY bodie (Lord) the house which hath bene long
Possest with spirits, to ruine of the same,
VVhich forst me forward, vnto open wrong
Of conscience, by defacing of thy name,
Hath found some comfort, since thy message came
Vnto my soule, which in thy word was sent,
VVhose powerfull truth hath bound, & seeks to tame
The furious lust which to my ruine bent.
Grant Lord from heart I may indeed repent,
And therewith chase these fiends fro out of me,
Sweep cleane my house, fro out of which they went,
And garnished with graces let it be:
Let puissant faith henceforth possesse the place,
Lest sin returne with legions of disgrace.
SON. XXXVII.
AMidst this famine of Sarepta soile,
Where I a widow dwell, poore and abiect,
Compeld by sin, with sweat of browes to toile,
To gather stickes, from cold me to protect:
Behold me Lord, a caitiue thus neglect,
Whom sin hath banished thy blessed land:
Who yet in heart thy Prophers do affect,
And with thy church to life and death wold stand.
I offer all my treasures here in hand,
That litle sparke of grace yet left behinde,
Increase it Lord, vnto a great fire-brand
Of faith which may a frutefull haruest finde.
My meale and Oyle, ô Lord do thou increase,
My selfe & sonne, shall praise thee so in pease.
SON. XXXVIII.
BOrne blinde I was, through sinfull Adams fall,
And neuer since could see with carnall eyes:
Ne know I where or how for helpe to call,
From out of sin to holie life to rise.
It pleased thee (ô Lord) that in this wise,
Thy powre and glorie might to man appeare,
Who gracelesse groueling in earths darknesse lies,
And wants the eyes of faith his soule to cheare:
But since thou sentst thy sonne my Sauiour deare,
To shine in light to those in darknesse weare:
To dym the worldly wisdome seeming cleare,
And sinfull soules frō hell to heauen to reare.
Touch thou my eyes with faith, wash me with grace,
In Sylo poole (thy word) which I embrace.
SON. XXXIX.
HOw drunken are my humors all alasse,
With wine of vanitie and sensuall lust,
Which from one sin do to an other passe,
And after euill daily more do thrust.
Of force my faults (for shame) confesse I must;
My lauish vsage of thy graces sent,
My soules consent to action so vniust,
As death of Prophets teaching to repent:
Like Herod I about the matter went,
To please the follies of my flesh delight:
Incest'ous I, to sin so much was bent,
That offred mercie, pleased not my sight:
But Lord prepare my heart to see my sin,
That sorrow may, a way to mends bigin.
SON. XL.
THough with thy Saints ô Lord I choise haue made,
To spend my daies in praising of thy name,
And in the studie of thy word to wade,
To feed my faith with portion of the same:
Yet can I not my choice so rightly frame,
A [...]midst the spacious fields where truth doth grow,
But whilst to gather healthfull herbe I came,
A bitter bud I found of fearefull show
Which threatneth me with death and ouerthrow,
Vnto my soule, which feedeth greedely
On sin, the weed which Satan did bestow:
By poisoned tast thereof I pined lie,
But Christ thy sonne by faith me helth shall bring,
Discharge the law, and bruse this deadly sting.
SON. XLI.
ACcording to the promise of thy word,
To giue the victorie (ô Lord) to those
That fight thy battels with a faithfull sword,
Against the world, flesh, diuell and thy foes:
I seeke ô Lord proud Iericho t'inclose,
Incouragde by thy graces from aboue,
My shooes of foule affects I pray thee lose,
Before on holy earth my path I moue;
Thy powerfull hand by prayers let me proue,
Which daily seu'n times I to thee direct:
Shake thou the walles of sin for my behoue,
And in this skirmish do thou me protect:
The frutes of flesh, pride, lust, and error all
So shall be wract, and sin not raise a wall.
SON. XLII.
AMidst the graues of death this many a yeare,
My soule (possessed with all sorts of sin)
Hath liu'd, and held that frutefull place so deare,
That from the same no counsell could me win:
To beate my selfe my follies neuer lin,
No reason can with chaines binde so my will,
But to vnlose my lust I do begin,
With helpe of furious fiend, who aides me still,
But since thy sonne appeareth me vntill,
I craue I may no more tormented bee,
Lest that my soule eternally he kill,
But from the force of Satan make me free;
These brutish sinnes in swine more fit to dwell,
Drowne in repentant seas, of teares which swell.
SON. XLIII.
IN deadly sleepe ô Lord sin hath me cast,
Wherein secure I lye, and so remaine,
Raise me ô Lord out of this dreame at last,
And let me sight and light of heauen attaine:
The heauie humors which my iudgment staine,
And dazell so the reason of my minde,
Grant that they may their proper vse attaine,
And comfort in thy grace and promise finde.
All fleshly wisedome of it selfe is blinde,
Till thou by knowledge cleare their wandring sight:
Out of the snare of sin flesh cannot winde,
Vnlesse by faith they see thy Sonne so bright,
Him let me still, both see and eke admire,
And thee in him, ô Lord I thee desire.
SON XLIIII.
MY wicked flesh, ô Lord with sin full fraight,
Whose eye doth lust for euerie earthly thing,
By couetise allurde hath bit the baight,
That me to Satans seruitude will bring.
By violence I vertues right would wring,
Out of possession of the soule so weake,
Like vineyard which the wicked Achab king
Possest by tyrants power, which lawes do breake:
Let Prophets thine (Lord) to my soule so speake,
That in repentant sackcloth I may mone,
The murther of thy grace, which I did wreake,
Whilst to my natiue strength I trust alone;
And let my Sauiour so prolong my daies,
That henceforth I may turne from sinfull waies.
SON. XLV.
IF thou vouchsafdst Lord of thy goodnesse rare,
To sanctifie with holie presence thine,
The Cana marriage, where thou didst not spare,
First miracle of water turnd to wine,
Then be thou present at this wedding mine,
Which twixt thy Church and me by faith is ment:
To see the want in me thy eyes encline,
(Whose wine of grace by wanton youth is spent)
But (being toucht with view thereof) repent,
And craue that water of earthes healthles well,
May issue forth from heart with sorrow rent,
And turnd to wine, may so with grace excell,
That all that see and tast this change in me,
May grant this worke, of thee alone to be.
SON. XLVI.
SInce it hath pleased thee (ô Lord) to send,
Now in my barren age of hope and grace,
Repentant childe from ruine to defend,
My name and soule to liue before thy face,
Thy blessings I do thankfully embrace,
And in thy feare will frame his tender yeare,
The worlds regard in me shall haue no place,
If once thy word and will my heart do heare.
And when thou calst, we both will then appeare,
Before thy Aulter in Moriath land,
To offer vp thy gift my sonne so deare,
Obedient childe to faithfull fathers hand:
Which sacrifice (not worthie gift for thee,)
With Christ my Sauiors suffrings quit let bee.
SON. XLVII.
OF euerie creature vncleane to fore,
Whereof thy holy people might not tast,
Thou didst present [...] Lord to Peter store,
Which were from heauen in sheet before him plast.
Which he at first refusde with mind most chast,
Not touching things polluted or defilde:
But afterward thy counsell he embrast,
And saw himselfe had bene before beguilde,
To thinke all sinners were for aye exilde
From presence of thy mercies, which abound,
Whom oft thou doest receiue as father milde,
If faith in Christ thy sonne in them be found.
By praiers faith, by faith, thy grace doth grow,
Cornelius blessing (Lord) on me bestow.
SON. XLVIII.
HOw hard it is (ô Lord) for man to frame
His minde (corrupt) to be preparde for thee,
With tongue vncleane to praise thy holie name,
With fleshly eies thy glorie for to see:
Homeward I bring thy blessings vnto me,
And make my soule their dwelling place to rest:
But so forgetfull of thy lawes we be,
That this my action Lord I see not blest,
Pride and contempt the waies haue so opprest,
That danger is the carriage ouerthrow:
Grant that thy grace, to staie it may be prest,
That so my soule thy sauing health may know,
For to my flesh vnsanctified to trust,
Were aie to hasten death by iudgement iust.
SON. XLIX.
MY traitrous heart which long time hath rebeld,
Against thy spirit, which should feed me still,
A secret counsell in it selfe hath held,
To contrarie thy knowne reuealed will:
Whose mutinie my sences so do fill
With deeds repining to thy holie law,
That raging pride and lust lead me to ill,
Forgetting tokens of thy wrath they saw;
As Dathan and Abyram had no awe
Of Moyses and of Aron thine elect,
But sought a way thy people how to drawe,
And Prophets thine by pride for to reiect:
So doth my soule alas thy grace resist,
And in the follies of the flesh persist.
SON. L.
A Tenant most vntrue ô Lord to thee,
In vineyard of my bodie haue I bin:
To craue thy rent thy seruants came to me,
But nothing but intreatie bad they win:
My trauell therein was to nourish sin,
And wast the wine of thy abounding plant;
The more to call me backe thou didst begin,
The more to thee my gratitude did want.
Ne would my lacke of grace let me recant,
When thou thy onely Sonne to me didst send,
For sin and Satan did me so supplant,
That to his ruine I did also bend:
But Lord me lend In time repentant hart,
That from this vineyard I may not depart.
SON. LI.
WHilst in the garden of this earthly soile,
My selfe to solace and to bath I bend,
And fain wold quench sins heat, which seems to boile
Amidst my secret thoughts, which shadow lend:
My sence and reason which should me defend,
As iudges chosen to the common weale,
Allur'd by lust, my ruine do pretend,
By force of sin, which shamelesse they reueale.
They secretly on my affections steale,
When modestie (my maides) I sent away,
To whom for helpe I thought I might appeale,
But grace yet strengthens me to say them nay;
Yet they accuse me Lord, and die I shall,
If Christ my Daniell be not iudge of all.
SON. LII.
I Iustly am accusde, and now am brought
By law and gilt of conscience (I confesse)
Before thy throne, conuict by deed and thought,
Of sinfull lust which did me so possesse,
That quickning graces thine I did suppresse
By fading loue of world procliue to ill,
Whose dome eternall death and nothing lesse,
My soule doth see, to threaten to me still.
But since that frailtie so the world doth fill,
That no one fleshly wight thereof is free,
For mercy Lord to thee repaire I will,
Who seest the hart, and canst best comfort me:
Quit me from death, grant I may fall no more,
But remnant of my daies thy grace implore.
SON. LIII.
A Husbandman within thy Church by grace
I am ô Lord, and labour at the plough,
My hand holds fast, ne will I turne my face
From following thee, although the soile be rough:
The loue of world doth make it seeme more tough,
And burning lust doth scorch in heat of day:
Till fainting faith would seeke delightfull bough,
To shade my soule from danger of decay.
But yet (in hope of grace from thee) I stay,
And do not yeeld, although my courage quaile;
To rescue me be'prest, I do thee pray,
If sinfull death do seeke me to assaile.
Let me runne forth my race vnto the end,
Which (by thy helpe ô Lord) I do intend.
SON. LIIII.
ABase borne sonne to sin by kinde I am,
From natiue soile by want of grace exilde,
Of idle fances captaine I became:
Whilst I in Tob, my resting place did bilde,
With worldly vanities I was defilde,
Till home thou caldst me by thy heauenly word:
Who (trusting to my selfe) was soone beguilde,
When I sought workes to be a conquering sword,
Whose vowes did seeme a present to afford,
Of frute of victorie at my returne:
Which rashnesse hath a mischiefe great incurd,
Compelling me my owne deserts to burne.
And now I mourne, and better frute do craue,
The blessing of thy sonne Lord let me haue.
SON. LV.
WHen thou vouchsafedst (Lord) to raise my state,
From base degree of common humane kinde,
And gau'st me knowledge, and a will to hate
Each wickednesse contrarie to thy minde,
By promise thou didst me most strictly binde,
To slaye each wicked seed which doth possesse,
My sinfull flesh (Amalekite most blinde)
Which vertue and thy grace seekes to suppresse,
But wretched I alas I do confesse,
Haue kept a part of that accursed spoile
Vndaunted, which thou seest nere the lesse,
And therefore wilt accurse my sinfull soile,
And take from me the kingdome thou didst giue,
Except thy mercy do my soule relieue.
SON. LVI.
THe onelie daughter Lord of my delight,
(Dina the vertue of my iudgment best,)
Is rauished alas by Satans might,
Whil'st I secure in Hiuits countrie rest,
In worldlie vanities a wandring guest,
Amongst the wicked I remainde a while,
Where (sillie) she, by foolish will addrest,
Gazde on those godlesse youths which her beguile:
For lustfull Sichem sonne to sin most vile,
Did lay a traine of loue, which led to shame:
Whose flattering speech did modestie exile,
And left a spot of guilt and foule defame.
But faith & zeale (the first frutes of my strength)
By grace shall venge my honour iust at length.
SON. LVII.
THe silly babes (the motions of the minde,)
Which natiue vertue seeketh forth to bring,
Concupiscence (the midwife most vnkinde)
To deadly sin and Satan straight doth fling:
The mothers power suffiseth not to wring,
Out of this tyrants hands her dying childe,
Her mone to see, it is a piteous thing,
When reasons lawes so lewdly are defilde.
But if thy fauour Lord be reconcilde,
By loue vnto thy sonne, by him to mee:
Then though my hope of grace be neare exilde,
Yet thou a childe Of faith wilt let me see.
A coffin Lord of comfort for me make,
Where safe I may swim in the words wilde lake.
SON. LVIII.
VVHere shall I build ô Lord a quiet rest,
To bring forth birds of turtle Pigeons kinde?
My wearied wings do wander without rest,
And cannot gaine a harbour to my minde.
The Swallow Lord a setling place doth finde,
Within thy temple, free from Eagles claw,
Not moued with tempestuous stormes of winde,
Or dangers, which their kind doth stand in awe:
A place as fit for me, my faith once saw,
VVheras my soule might safely be inclosd,
Thy Church inuisible, to which I draw,
My life retirde, therein to be reposd.
Make frutefull Lord my barren heart therein,
Shield me from storme of still assailing sin.
SON. LIX.
VVHilst in the vale of carnall sense I dwell,
(Foule Sodome sinke of sin and badge of shame)
Of whose polluted nature I do smell,
And aptly bend my selfe to them to frame:
Sent by thy mercie Lord, thy Angels came,
And did vouchsafe, a harbor to accept
Within my soule, which did professe thy name;
But Satan who a watch on me had kept,
When as these guests within my conscience slept,
Inuironed with lust my harbor weake,
For sorrow of this sin my soule it wept,
Whilst violently my bodies bands they breake.
But strike thou blinde their fury, them expell,
Take me Lord from the flame of burning hell.
SON. LX.
MY bodie Lord infected long with sin,
Whose running issue is almost past cure,
Which helpe my humane phisicke cannot win,
And without comfort cannot long endure,
By viewing mercies thine becommeth sure,
If but thy gracious hem, my hand may reach,
That loue in Christ my pardon shall procure,
And reunite in strength healths former breach.
Through presse of worldly lets, faith shall me teach,
To seeke my safetie in thy promise true,
Vouchsafe thou eke repentance so to preach,
That (I no more offending) health insue
Thy vertue Lord, (which bidding me be cleane)
To yeeld me health of soule is readie meane.
SON. LXI.
NOw that I see ô Lord my open shame,
Conuict of sin and voyd of clothing pure,
Which couer might my soule which naked came
Of grace, and me from storme of world assure:
I do mistrust my selfe long to endure,
The heat and cold, which feare and frailtie bring,
And clothing of my owne workes to procure,
I finde in deed to be a frutelesse thing;
To hide my selfe vnder thy mercies wing,
I therefore hasten now, in hope of grace:
Grant I beseech, the world no more me wring,
Out of thy hands, but let me see thy face,
With faith and comfort, clothed by thy hand,
And Christ thy Sonne in my defence to stand.
SON. LXII.
VVHilst that the chosen chieftaines of thy word,
Do bend their power, by preaching to subdue
The fleshly Canaan, and put sin to sword,
And giue the soule to be possest a new
With righteous Israel, vnto whom of due,
Those earthly blessings rather do pertaine:
They send two spies my secret thoughts to vew,
The law and Gospell, which discouer plaine,
My fainting force, in feare for to remaine
Where yet repentant Rahab readie is
To lodge them safe, whilst Satan seekes in vaine,
To slaie these messengers of heauenly blis:
I craue therefore sweet Sauiour for a sine,
Faith bearing frutes, as pledge of safetie mine.
SON. LXIII.
HOw oft ô Lord with more then tender care,
Hast thou by Prophets cald me to repent?
How great thy loue by sonne, which didst not spare,
To staie me backe from hell, whereto I went?
Who to that end from heauen to earth was sent,
Whose graces daily preached offred peace,
And sought to stop my course to ruine bent,
And me from guilt of death for to release:
Like as the henne, whose voice doth neuer cease,
To clocke her tender chickens vnder wings,
When furious foules on silly pray do prease,
And would deuour (alas) the helplesse things.
Such Lord thy care I feele, and loue of me,
That thrall to Satan wouldst not haue me be.
SON. LXIIII.
VVHilst with the wholesome food of heauēly truth,
(The Manna which thy written word doth giue)
Thou soughtst ô Lord to feed my wandring youth,
That it in plenteous peace by grace might liue,
By lust lo Satan sought my soule to driue,
To breake obedient bands vnto thy law,
Which my offences (I protest) do griue
My helplesse heart, the which delight did draw:
The memory of Egypts store I saw,
Of vanities (which carnall senses feed,)
Made me to wish, to fill againe my maw
With dishes such as to destruction lead:
Wherfore inwrath with quailes thou cloidst me so,
That plagu'd with sin, my error now I know.
SON. LXV.
SInce thou hast raysd my poore abiected spright,
From threshing floore, where captiue I did stand,
And callest me thy battels for to fight,
Gainst sin (the Madianite which wasts thy land)
Giue me a token by thy mightie hand,
(O Lord) whereby my faith may be assurde,
And be to me a pledge of former band,
That victorie by me shall be procurde:
Let heauenly deaw by prayer be allurde,
To moysten this my freewill fleece of wooll,
Then dry the d [...]regs thereof to sin inurde,
Whose heauy waight makes grace and vertue dull;
And offring mine (of prayers to thy name)
Accept, and with a holy zeale inflame.
SON. LXVI.
WHilst that in wealth and ease I did possesse
The Empire of thy many blessings sent,
I tooke in hand pure vertue to suppresse,
And pride with lust my powres they wholly bent,
To conquere reason, which thy grace had lent,
And quite forgetting worlds late floud for sin
To build a tower of trust, wherein I spent
The strength of flesh & bloud, high heauen to win:
As though in natures strength the force had bin,
To shield themselues from floud or heauenly fire;
But now confusion iust my soule is in,
Makes labouring flesh from folly such retire,
And craues alone within thy Church to dwell,
Whose wals of faith & truth may death expell.
SON. LXVII.
THe Temple Lord of this my bodie base,
Where thou vouchsafdst to place my soule to dwell;
And promisedst to make thy chosen place,
Whence sacrifice of praises thou wouldst smell,
Behold against thy lawes doth now rebell,
By worldly vanities thereto allurde,
Where couetise and pride their packe doth sell
At such a price, as flesh and sin affoord:
But since ô Lord thy promise hath assurde
My soule, that thou art alwaies prest to heare
The plaints of penitents, which hath procurde
Thy Sonne himselfe in temple this t'appeare,
Whip forth, fling down, this worldly wicked pack,
Fro out my soule, repell thou Satan back.
SON. LXVIII.
WIthin thy house this bodie base of mine,
It pleased thee ô Lord my soule to plant,
A steward of the gifts the which were thine,
And nature fild with measure nothing scant,
Of bodie or of mind, no blessings want,
And fortunes fauours sharde with me no lesse,
In such proportion Lord I needs must grant,
As thou doest giue, when thou doest vse to blesse:
But wantonly I wested, I confesse,
Thy treasure put into my hands of trust,
And now alas (though late) I seeke redresse,
Wise steward-like to liue, when dye I must:
I cast my count, by Christ, my debt to pay,
And frutes of faith from hell my soule shall stay.
SON. LXIX.
NOw that it pleaseth thee Lord of thy grace,
To plucke me forth of sinfull Sodoms lake,
Where I haue dwelt alas this life long space,
Since I of holie Abram leaue did take;
Vouchsafe I pray thee for thy mercies sake,
To graunt thy Church be refuge for my life,
The Zoar where I may my dwelling make,
Safe from reuenging Angels bloudie knife;
And though the frailtie of Lots lingring wife
Looke back, with loue, on sinfull worlds delight,
(Which common weaknesse to all flesh is rife)
Yet keepe me constant by thy heauenly might,
And let me not grow drunke with blessings thine,
To procreate sin on lustfull daughters mine.
SON. LXX.
WHilst in this worldly wildernesse about,
For want of faith I backe am forst to go,
(Affraid of sinnes which Giant-like are stout,
And foule affections, which like cruell foe
Of Esawes race, their might and powre bestow,
To stop my passage to the promist land)
I gin to faint, and to repine also,
Against the powre of thy most mightie hand,
For which the Serpent Satan now doth stand
In readinesse, my silly soule to sting,
And close me vp in deaths eternall band,
Vnlesse to me thy mercie succour bring.
That brasen Serpent Christ nayld on the tree,
Whose sight by faith alone is cure to mee.
SON. LXXI.
WHat am I else Lord but a sinfull wretch,
In sin and in iniquitie begot,
In conscience guiltie of the common breach,
Of euerie law, that may my honor spot.
Thy blessings giu'n me, I regarded not:
Thy threatned iudgments I did not esteeme,
My vowes to thee I almost had forgot,
My sinnes no sinnes to hardned heart do seeme;
Like to my selfe I did thy power deeme,
Because thou didst forbeare thy rod a while,
I sought by Idols ayd to heauen to clime,
Whilst worlds delight my sences did beguile:
But helplesse now, alas I turne to thee,
To stay my race, let grace Lord succour mee.
SON. LXXII.
THou formedst me at first out of the clay,
Vnto the image of thy glorious frame,
(O Lord of might) thou shewdst to me the way,
To magnifie thy pure and holie name:
Like Potters vessell first my modell came,
Out of a rude vnformed lumpe of earth,
To holy vse it pleasd thee me reclaime,
Before my life tooke vse of carnall breath;
Thou fedst me in the common humane dearth
Of knowledge of thy will, with such a tast
Of pleasing frute, as fild my soule with mirth,
And readie makes me now, no more to wast
Thy offred mercies, which so blesse in me,
Of glorie that I may a vessell be.
SON. LXXIII.
A Seruant Lord euen from my day of byrth,
I vowed was by parents vnto thee,
A Nazarit I liued on the earth,
And kept thy vowes as grace did strengthen mee,
Till Satan made me worlds deceipt to see,
And trapt my senses with forbiden lust,
As Eue did tast of the restrained tree,
So fond affections did me forward thrust,
A sinfull Philistine (of faith vniust)
To like, to loue, to craue, to wed, to wife,
Thy grace my strength to her reueale I must,
Till she to Satan sell my slumbring life:
A prisoner I, thus scornd and voyd of sight,
Sinnes house to ouerthrow, craue heauēly might.
SON. LXXIIII.
WHilst in the plentie of thy blessings sent,
I sought to solace Lord my selfe secure,
And gazing on worlds beautie long I went,
(In pridefull tower which did prospect procure)
I saw the baytes of sin, which did allure
My idle thoughts to follow wicked lust,
My kindled passions could not long endure,
But vnto furious flames breake forth they must,
I did pollute my soule, by fraude vniust,
And reft thy grace from his true wedded wife,
And that I might away all mendment thrust,
I did bereaue my knowledge of this life:
Whose bastard frutes slaie Lord, but let her liue,
That penitent we may thee prayses giue.
SON. LXXV.
A Seruant sold to sin ô Lord I am,
Whom Satan (Syrian proud) doth sore assaile,
Nine hundted Chariors of desire there came,
Armed with lust, which sought for to preuaile
And to subdue by strength they cannot faile,
Vnlesse thou raise my fainting strength by grace,
Let constant faith the flying furie naile
To ground, where groueling is his resting place:
Then shall my soule with Debora imbrace,
In thankfull wise thy mercies I receiue,
And so pursue the fleshly Canaans race,
Till I the furie of the same bereaue.
And with my song thy seruants shall accord,
To yeeld due praise to thee the liuing Lord.
SON. LXXVI.
MY soule like silly Ioseph Lord was sold,
By fleshly brethren his, (vnkind alas,)
To vanities (the merchants) which behold
From far they saw to Egipt, which do passe.
A seruant vnto Ismaels seed it was,
And sold from sin to death, and so to hell,
Of humane frailtie Lord a looking glasse,
In which all foule affections long did dwell,
Yet lo alas when sin seekes most t' excell,
And haue my mind consent to traitrous lust,
With grace ô Lord, that enemy repell,
And heare my praiers, who in thee do trust;
Who though a space in bodies prison staies,
Yet Lord at length vouchsafe to heauen to raise.
SON. XXVII.
SO blinde ô Lord haue my affections bin,
And so deceitfull hath bin Satans slight,
That to giue credit I did first begin,
To pride, and lust, as heauenly powers of might:
I offred all my sences with delight,
A sacrifice to feed those Idols vaine,
Of all the presents proffred day and night,
Nought vnconsumde I saw there did remaine;
Till that thy Prophets by thy word made plaine
The falshood, by the which I was deceiued,
How Satans kingdome made here of a gaine,
And wickednesse my hope and faith bereaued;
But now the sifted ashes of thy word,
Bewraies Bels Prists: slaies dragon without sword.
SON. LXXVIII.
A Wicked theefe that oft haue robd and slaine,
Thy graces of their frute, my selfe of blisse,
Now on the crosse of conscience I remaine,
To die the death the which eternall is:
I see no way to quit my selfe of this,
Vnlesse thou Lord whose kingdome is aboue,
Remember me, and cansell life amisse
Out of thy memorie, through Christ thy loue:
Who in my flesh with me like death did proue,
That guiltlesse he, might guilties ransome bee,
Loue to my soule it was, that did him moue,
The bands of death to bide to make vs free:
Blesse thou my tong, increase thou faith in mee,
This night to be in paradise with thee.
SON. LXXIX.
IN bondage long to Satan haue I bin,
A maker of the bricke of Babell towre,
By birth, a thrall to grosse and filthie sin,
Whom lusts taskmasters doth attend ech houre,
Affection to the flesh doth cleane defloure
The memorie and loue of promist lands:
The fiend (euen Pharo) seeketh to deuoure
My soule, and chaine me to his dreadfulll bands:
But Lord receiue me safe into thy hands,
Protect me from the rigor of his might,
Quench thou the force of lusts inflamed brands,
In my defence giue me true faith to fight:
Send Moyses Lord, with powre of heauenly sword,
And Aaron to direct me by thy word.
SON. LXXX.
A Moabit I was of cursed kinde,
Vnkinde vnto thy Church Lord, and to thee,
Who sought by ayde of foolish Balaam blinde,
To captiuate the soule that should be free,
Incestuous frutes of that high climing tree,
Which doth subdue all reason and all grace,
A carnall kinsman by a neare degree
Vnto the soule, the which I haue in chase.
Whom I with lothsome sin sought to deface,
And bastardise with carnall fond affect,
Whose ofspring thou vnto the tenth mans race,
Didst once out of thy sanctuary reiect.
Yet now by faith made free of Iury land,
A suter here before thy throne do stand.
SON. LXXXI.
LO how I groueling vnder burden lie,
Of sin, of shame, of feare Lord of thy sight,
My guilt so manifold dare not come nie
Thy throne of mercy, mirror of thy might:
With hidden and with ignorant sinnes I fight,
Dispairing and presumptuous faults also,
All fleshly frailtie on my backe doth light,
Originall and actuall with me go.
Against a streame of lusts my will would roe
To gaine the shoare of grace, the port of peace,
But flouds of foule affections ouerfloe,
And sinke I must, I see now no release:
Vnlesse my Sauior deare this burden take,
And faith a ship of safetie for me make.
SON. LXXXII.
FRom Iuda wandring Lord to Iericho,
From holie law of thine to carnall lust,
Whilst midst the prease of lewd affects I go,
I robbed am, of rayment pure and iust
And wounded lye Lord groueling in the dust,
Not any passer by can giue me aide,
In fleshly strength, or friendship is no trust,
By highway seene, to helpe me few haue staide:
But since my Sauior Christ on crosse hath paide
A ransome rich to cure my bleeding sore,
By faith to craue the frutes I'am not affraide,
In hope my health thereby for to restore:
Bind vp my wounds with balme, leade me to rest,
Giue me such gifts of grace as like thee best.
SON. LXXXIII.
THis slender Citie (Lord) of strength behold,
Wherein I dwell, Bethulia my bower
Of flesh, whereto sin laies a battry bold,
And seeks with sword & dearth my soules deuower:
Suppresse thou hellish Holofernes power,
Who prides himselfe in praie, of children thine,
I haue no trust in mountaines, wals, nor tower,
For want of faithes (true fountaine) we shall pine,
Raise vp this female couragde heart of mine,
Strengthen my hand to reue this monsters hed,
Let me not tast deceiptfull follies wine,
Nor be polluted with worlds sinfull bed:
But constantly by faith fight in defence,
Of feeble flesh, and driue thy enemies thence.
SON. LXXXIIII.
NOt that my faith doth faint a whit is cause,
That I so instant am on thee to call,
O God of life, but yeelding to thy lawes,
Before thy sight, my soule these teares lets fall:
Which in thy bottle kept I know are all,
And quench the fury of thy burning ire,
Which sin enflamde, and qualifie it shall
The quarrell which hath set thy wrath on fire,
If feruently the childe due food desire
Of father, he will not giue him a stone,
If of the wicked, iustice man require
Importunely, some iustice will be showne:
More righteous iudge and father thou to mee,
Art Lord indeed, and far more kind wilt bee.
SON. LXXXV.
THe many trials Lord that I haue found,
Since out of Egipt darknesse I am brought,
Might witnesse well how in thee still abound,
Powre, mercy, truth, wherby thy workes are wrought.
But foule dispaire against my faith hath fought,
Amidst the wildernesse wherein I stay,
And daintier food my fond affections sought,
Then Manna, which thou sentst me euerie day,
The desert Zyn, doth fountaine pure denay,
Of grace, wherewith to quench my fainting ghost,
Eternall death expects my soule as pray,
And lust assaults me with a hideous host.
Stretch forth hād Lord, smite thou my hart of stone
With rod of true repentance, griefe and mone.
SON. LXIII.
THou hast ô Lord of mercy, me enricht
With flocks of fauour, and of graces great,
Since I in Bethell first the pillar pitcht,
Of praises to thy name and mercies seat,
Yet fleshly Esawes foule affections threat,
A ruine to the frute faith forth should bring,
With pleasing humors him for to intreat,
I feare it be to soule a dangerous thing:
Shield me Lord vnder thy protecting wing
Of mercy, which may saue from Satans rage,
My heart and voyce shall still thy prayses sing,
If thou the malice of my foes asswage;
In Sychem shall my heart an alter reare,
The mightie God to loue, to serue, to feare.
SON. LXXXVII.
THe talent which thou pleasedst Lord to giue,
To me thy seruant that I should bestow,
Whilst in thy seruice on the earth I liue,
My diligent increase thereof to show,
I haue abused Lord (too long) I know,
And feare thy comming to be nigh at hand,
I see for breach of dutie what I owe,
And of thy iudgments do in terror stand:
Thy grace hath left me in a forreine land,
Where vnexpert of vertue I do straie,
I shall be throwne to Satans thralfull band,
Voyd of thy heauenly ioy and blisse for aye,
Vnlesse thou helpe, for thou doest vse to giue,
Grace vnto grace, and faith from faithlesse driue.
SON. LXXXVIII.
SInce that it pleaseth thee thy selfe to show,
A iust reuenger Lord of Heath'nish sin,
And bring the pride of bold Philistines low,
Who thee defame, when holy Arke they win;
Now that to fetch it home I do begin,
And in the temple of my heart to place,
Grant so I may thy secrets see therein,
That plagues, for my presumption do not chase
It so from me, as they that fled the face
Of glorie thine, which therein did appeare:
Let faith and loue draw home by trustie trace,
The constant cart, whose carriage is so deare;
And let me order so this holie worke,
That dregs of sin not in my deeds may lurke.
SON. LXXXIX.
IN famine great of grace, and comfortlesse,
Thy seruant Lord doth in Samaria dwell,
For Lord fierce Aram doth with sin oppresse
The citie where my soule to harbour fell:
I want the strength his armies to repell,
Of lust and of affections most vncleane,
My mind whose loue doth motherlike excell,
Her children (thoughts of mendment) sees so leane,
That forst by famine, she can find no meane
To feed them long, her faith so poore is growne,
That natiue pitie now secluding cleane,
Her greedie nature doth deuour her owne.
Beleeue in time this siege, Lord cause a feare
Of thee, this camp of cruell sin to reare.
SON. XC.
ON sweet and sauorie bread of wholesome kinde,
Which in thy word thou offrest store to mee,
To feed vpon the flesh doth lothing finde,
And leaues, to leane (ô Lord) alone on thee:
The leauen of the Pharisies will bee
The surfet of my soule, and death in fine,
Which coueting to tast forbidden tree,
To carnall rules and reasons doth incline:
So lauishly my lusts do tast the wine,
Which sowrest grapes of sin filles in my cup,
That lo my teeth now set on edge, I pine,
Not able wholesome food to swallow vp,
Vnlesse thou mend my tast, and hart doest frame,
To loue thy lawes, and praise thy holy name.
SON. XCI.
OVt of thy flocke ô Lord through my defect,
A silly sheepe my selfe (behold) am lost,
To seeke me forth in time do not neglect,
Since I so precious price to thee haue cost.
By many by-paths Lord my feete haue crost,
And cannot find the way vnto thy fold,
Through many stormes of deep despaire thus tost,
To craue thy aide at last I now am bold:
If thou of silly groat that count doest hold,
That thou doest search the house to find the same,
No doubt my soule to sin by nature sold,
May mercy find, by calling on thy name:
The Saints in heauen conuertids gaine reioyce,
On earth thy praise is song, in heart and voice.
SON. XCII.
BEhold amidst worlds desert all alone,
Seduced by the frailtie of the sprite,
Accompany'd with fleshly comfort none,
My soule with sin compelled is to fight
Where suddenly alas before my sight,
I Satan see, me ready to assaile,
By two his seruants which are most of might,
Presumption and dispaire, which seldome faile,
The best perfections of mans strength to quaile,
By pride, or want of faith, or couetise,
By lust, or gluttony, or fained vaile
Of vertue, which doth mamy sinnes disguise:
But chase him Lord away by written word,
Which is more sharpe then his two edged sword.
SON. XCIII.
THe dreame which thou to Pharo didst reueale,
Thou in my selfe hast made me see in deed,
The state (alas) of mans weake common weale,
Whereas affections of all sorts do feed;
The frutefull soyle of grace some whiles did breed,
Full faire effects in truth of heauenly kinde,
But many barren thoughts alas succeed,
And threaten famine to a vertuous minde.
Store of such yeares as yet I feare behinde,
Which Lord will starue the comfort of my faith,
Vnlesse thy mercy and thy wisedome finde,
A store house to laie vp what scripture saith:
In hope of which thy goodnesse, lo I liue,
Which of thy grace Lord do thou to me giue.
SON. XCIIII.
THe seed which thou the husbandman hast sowde
Within my soule (ô Lord) by Prophets hand,
Hath taken roote at last, by deaw bestowd
Form heauenly grace, which fructifies my land:
But lo I saw the worlds deceipt to stand
In readinesse to mingle tares therein,
Whilst sleeping, me in vanities he fand,
He made my frutes to ouerflow with sin:
But ere thy haruest to approach begin,
Vouchsafe to weed these frailties so away,
That when thy corne is to be gathered in,
I may be cleane, and in thy garner stay.
Burne Lord with chastisement my fleshly lust,
And clense my life by faith both pure and iust.
SON. XCV.
WHat strength hath man? wherin may he repose
A power to stay him in a vertuous way?
To loue thy flocke thou Lord my soule hast chose,
Whom to obey my vowes and words did say:
But in my power alas there is no stay,
For light temptations made me cleane forget
My dutie to my Lord, and to denay
Him who thus long I haue too lightly set:
But now my heart with teares my cheekes doth wet,
In sorrow of my so inconstant faith,
Repentance hath my sin before me set,
And conscience now my error duly way'th:
Grant that thy word crow thrise & thrise to mee,
And warne me of my dutie vnto thee.
SON. XCVI.
THe malice of this monster auncient foe
Of man, and of the Church which thou didst plant,
Euen Satan Herod-like about doth goe,
To make my frutes of faith to grow more scant,
Whilst yet with weaknesse feeble youth doth pant,
And wanteth grace to strengthen their estate,
The motions of the mind doth straight recant,
To see soules safetie which sin faine would hate;
The counsels of affections do debate,
And do conclude to murder vertues breed:
Lust, pride and enuy, open wide the gate,
To furious flesh, that doth the wicked deed.
My soule (their mother) mourns ô Lord their end,
My future frutes of grace do thou defend.
SON. XCVII.
SO foolish Lord haue my affections bin,
So carelesse of the blessing thou doest giue,
So prone my nature vnto euerie sin,
So thanklesse of thy grace by which I liue,
That violently thy loue away I driue,
And sell the patrimony to ensue,
I carry water in an open siue,
And change for lentil pottage birth-right due.
Too late (alas) my folly I do rue,
Who worlds delight preferred haue so long,
Reiecting heauenly knowledge treasure true,
Vnto my soule imposing open wrong,
Yet not so late ô Lord I pardon craue,
But yet one blessing thou for me wilt haue.
SON. XCVIII.
A Sinfull Syrian Lord my father was,
Exilde from Paradise by iust desart,
I wandred into Egipt, there alas
To finde in world some food to please my hart:
Where seruile bondage vnto sin and smart,
I suffered so long through Satans rage,
That heauenly aide I crau'd thence to depart,
Which only able was my griefe t' asswage:
From silly seruant and an abiect page,
Thou broughtst me forth to knowledge of thy truth
(The blessed land) and showdst me on a stage,
A patterne how to guide my wandring youth,
Such frutes therfore as faithfull soile doth yeeld,
I offer here first crop of blessed field.
SON. XCIX.
I See (alas) proud Satan hath too long
Defrauded thee, ô Lord, of that is thine,
And loue of world hath drawne me vnto wrong,
Whose heart thy offrings to bestow repine:
My outward knees vnto thee do incline,
My tong doth promise present of my store,
I say these gracious gifts are none of mine,
But will them all thy Aulter laie before;
But vanities doth presse me euermore,
And want of faith to leaue some part behinde,
Although I see death readie at the dore,
My hollow heart and lewd deceipt to finde:
Grant that I may my soule, my power, my will,
Present ô Lord to serue thee onely still.
SON. C.
SInce thou by grace out of wilde Oliue stocke,
Hast pleasd me Lord within thy Church to plant,
And reckon me as of thy proper flocke,
Who else all pleasant frute by nature went,
Vouchsafe my thankfull frutes be not so scant,
As cause thee to reiect me backe againe,
Of former bountie Lord do not recant,
But let me in thy garden still remaine:
By mercy not by merit I attaine,
This blessing promised so long before,
Let not this gift of thine returne in vaine,
But let thy goodnesse multiply the more:
Make sweet the frutes which bitter are by kinde,
Increase thy grace in bodie and in minde.
CONCLVSION.
MOurne thou no more my soule, thy plaint is heard,
The bill is canseld of the debt it owes,
The vaile is rent, which thee before debard,
And Christ his righteousnesse on thee bestowes;
Thus comfort to the patient alwaies growes,
If they attend the time God hath assignde,
Our strength to beare, our maker best he knowes,
And at a need is readie for to finde,
Our Sauiour is so mercifull and kinde,
Vnto our selues he will not leaue vs long,
He castes our faults through loue his back behinde,
And turnes our plaints into more pleasant song.
And when we are euen at the gates of hell,
His glorie, mercie, power, doth most excell.
THE SECOND PART OF CHRISTIAN PASsions, Containing a hundred Sonets of Comfort, Ioy, and thankesgiuing.
PREFACE.
SOme men do mourne for suddeine ioy they say,
And some likewise in midst of sorrow sing,
Such diuers frutes do passion often bring,
As reason cannot course of Nature stay,
And happie sure he is (I not denay)
That both these motions hath from heart contrit,
When frailtie of his flesh appeares to sight,
And mercy calling him backe from decay.
Who can behold the flesh and spirit fight,
The doubtfull issue and danger of the thing,
The losse whereto our nature might vs fling,
And gaine which grace doth giue through Sauiors might,
And not delight, To glorifie his name,
And yet lament his proper natiue shame,
SON. I.
AS through a mist, or in a cloud a farre,
I see a glimse of heauenly grace to shine,
And to reuiue the fainting faith of mine,
And spirits which with darknesse shadowed are.
The fleshly fog of sin did iudgment barre,
Of proper vse, of power, of reason sound,
(Which in first parents franckly did abound)
And better part of natures strength did marre;
But since my eyes of grace a sight haue found,
Of that eternall light which doth incline,
Fro out these fogs of feare I hope t'vntwine,
And force of fainting faith for to confound,
And on a ground More firme wil build my trust,
And that in Christ whose promises are iust.
SON. II.
CLeng'd are the cloudes and darknesse fled away,
And now in triumph doth my Sauiour ride,
Sin, hell, nor death, dare not his sight abide,
The world nor Satan can his progresse stay:
This piercing light of truth shall so bewray
Ech stratagem their practise doth deuise
Against my soule, that there shall not arise
One cloud of care to darken this my day.
But that my thoughts (like to the Pilate wise)
Shall looke about, lest that my heart should slide,
And by this sunne my course so constant guide,
That all their slightes shall not my soule disguise,
Which now espies The malice they me owe,
Which lōg they clothd with shade of plesāt show.
SON. III.
WHen as my conscience layeth forth before
My thoughts, the sinnes which daily I commit,
I thinke my selfe an instrument vnfit,
To witnesse forth thy glory any more:
But when I see that sin was first the dore,
By which death entred and such hold did take,
That death did first our want apparant make;
And want first cause that man did ayd implore,
That praiers first thy mercies do awake,
That mercies do renue our dulled wit,
That ioyed heart should not vnthankfull sit,
And thanks to thee doth fleshly glory shake,
It straight doth slake The fear which bad me stay,
And bids me still proceed to praise and pray.
SON. IIII.
SInce to so holy vse I consecrate
The silly talent Lord thou lentst to me,
That it a trumpe vnto thy praise might be,
And witnesse of their woe that thou doest hate.
Doe thou ô Lord forget the abiect state
Of flesh and bloud, base mettle of my frame,
And since that thou hast sanctified the same,
Vouchsafe thy grace my weaknesse may abate:
Thou that my former wandring will didst tame,
And me prepare in minde to honour thee,
Canst giue me gifts the which thereto agree,
How ere my proper power be weake and lame,
So shall thy name Be precious in my sight
And in thy praise shall be my whole delight.
SON. V.
VVOuld God I were as readie to confesse,
And yeeld thee praise sweet Sauiour day by day,
As to craue my wants I am forward ay,
And feruently at need to thee to presse,
To beg of thee alone, thou wilst no lesse,
Because thou onely able art to giue,
And with each needfull thing by which we liue,
Thou promisest our prayers thou wilt blesse;
But we with vse of them should not so stay,
And onely seeke to thee when need doth driue,
(Whose blessings running through an open siue,
No praise for recompence vnto thee pay)
But when we pray, We should thee laud also:
Our thankfull harts with bountie thine should go.
SON. VI.
I Haue begun ô Lord to run the race,
Where flesh and bloud against the world must fight,
On heauenly kingdome gazing with my sight,
Where is appointed scope of resting place:
Wingd with the will of zeale of heauenly grace,
I do indeuor alwayes to proceed,
In constant course vnto the arke indeed,
Where in thy mercies I behold thy face,
A feruent faith it doth my courage feed,
And make my heauie limbs become more light,
When in thy sonne I see thy glorie bright,
The pledge vnto my soule that hope shall speed,
This blessed seed Thou hast Lord sowne in me,
And all the frutes shal to thee offred be.
SON. VII.
VVHere shall I finde fit words or proper phrase,
Wherewith to witnesse all the loue I owe?
Whose gratefull minde in thankfulnesse doth grow,
And to the world thy worthinesse would blase:
Vnfrutefully the greater [...]ort do gase,
Vpon thy workes and blessings they receiue,
And carelesly thy honor they bereaue,
And suffer chance or wit thy same to rase,
Whilst vnacknowledged thy loue they leaue,
Forgetting all the gifts thou doest bestow,
Whose blinded nature so doth ouerflow,
That most vnkind to thee, themselues they show.
But since I know By grace thy blessing great,
My pen thy praises alwaies shall repeat.
SON. VIII.
THe more I seeke to dedicate my power,
In celebrating of thy honour great,
(Whose throne is fixed in thy mercies seat)
The more my dutie groweth euerie hower,
Some times with Eagles flight aloft I tower,
And seeme to see the glorie of thy sunne,
But ere my willing wings haue scarse begunne
To mount, they droop with clog of heauie shower:
Vpon the hill of truth I footing wonne,
By faith which laboureth with feruent heat,
Of worthie praises thine for to intreat,
But ere I haue begune my worke is donne,
So farre I runne In seeking to begin,
I cannot write, such maze my muse is in.
SON. IX.
AS fareth with the man the which hath bin.
I perilll but of late to haue bene drownd,
Though afterward he do recouer ground,
Knowes not at first, the safetie he is in:
So when I thinke vpon the flouds of sin,
Wherein I was neare drenched ouer hed,
What time all hope of comfort cleane was fled,
And I into dispaire to sinke begin.
My fainting faith with feare euen well nigh dead,
My minde amazed it doth so confound,
That though thy mercies freely do abound,
In port of peace I am not free from dred,
But being led Fro out the perils sight,
I shall enioy more pleasure and delight.
SON. X.
SInce thou ô Lord hast giuen to me at last,
The victorie against the deadly foe,
Who like a Lyon roaring still doth goe,
My soule (poore Lot my kinsman deare) to wast
Since grace at length his pride hath now defast,
And by the hand of faith he is subdude,
And that my strength by thee is so renude,
That his affections almost are displast.
Since thy high Priest with present me pursude
Of bread and wine, the which he did bestow,
And with the same the blessing gaue also,
Whence life, whence libertie, whence health insude,
I haue indude▪ As proper vnto thee,
Thy Church, with tyth of faith thou gau'st to me.
SON. XI.
IF he to whom his Lord did but remit
A silly debt was thankfull to him found,
And that the more the sinnes forgiuen abound,
The more he loues that pardond is of it,
Then sure it seemes it were good reason fit
That I whose soule was sold to death and hell,
Whose sinnes in multitude did so excell,
With idle braine should not ingratefull sit:
But as the flowing fauours daily swell,
So should my voice thy praises euer sound;
And since thou hast powrde oyle into my wound,
I should not spare thy mercies forth to tell:
And (so as well as thou shalt giue me grace)
I will thee laud, each season, time and place.
SON. XII.
NOw that I haue some safetie Lord attaind,
Fro out the laberinth wherein I was,
Since grace as guide therein to me did passe,
And loue was line which me my issue gaind;
Since that my wandring steps faith hath refraind,
And that thy word, was Sybils braunch to mee,
Through hell and death away to let me see,
To Elizian fields where blisse for aye remaind,
I must not Lord so much vnthankfull bee,
To breake the vowes which once I made alas,
But I will show thy mercies in a glas,
That by my words men may acknowledge thee,
The onely hee Hath any power to saue,
And raisd my soule fro out the verie graue.
SON. XIII.
I Shame to see how large my promise are,
How slow my deeds that should performe the fame,
I know the constant meaning whence they came,
But will and power are falne at strife and iarre,
What soule begins to do, doth bodie marre,
What loue would build, distrust would ouerthrow,
A plenteous offring, zeale doth bid bestow,
But fainting faith likes not to set it farre;
My will at least his good intent shall show,
Which thou ô Lord cause vnto better frame,
A free will offring Lord thou wilt not blame,
Of such weake frutes as are on earth below,
Which yet shal grow More fruteful by thy grace,
And as they be, wilt in thy sonne imbrace,
SON. XIIII.
THe end whereto we all created were,
And in this world were plast to liue and dwell,
(If we with iudgment do obserue it well)
Was nothing else but God to serue and feare,
In which we badges of his glorie beare,
To yeeld him right the most our weaknesse may,
Which (to our strength) we ought not him denay,
Who out of earth to heauen this dust shall reare:
Which when within my selfe I deeply way,
I do condemne the dulnesse which befell
To me, whose gifts in nothing do excell,
By which I might his glorie great display,
On whom do stay, All things that being haue,
Who to each creature all things freely gaue.
SON. XV.
AS is the treasure frutelesse which is hid,
And blisse no blisse a man doth not enioy,
(But rather is a meane to worke annoy,
To him that carefully preserue it did:)
So often times the wisest sort haue slid,
Into like error, whilst they do conseale
The gifts of grace, which God did them reueale,
And hide the talent which is them forbid:
As frutelesse is it to the common weale,
That men respectiuely become too coy,
And triflingly their time away do toy,
And without good to others let it steale,
I therefore deale To world, and do impart
These silly frutes, which grow on feeling hart.
SON. XVI.
THe pleasures of this new possessed land,
Fore-promised long since to children thine,
Whereto I haue arriued safe in fine,
And to enioy the same assured stand,
To paint with praises I would take in hand,
That so I might incourage many more,
To follow forth the conquest where is store
Of corne, of wine, and oyle, for faithfull band:
Our Iesus Christ himselfe is gone before,
And showes the clusters of the healthfull wine,
Whereof who tasts, shall not with famine pine,
Nor starue, when plentie is at Citie dore:
Ne need deplore The strength of Anaks race,
For he the power of hell will cleane deface.
SON. XVII.
BEtwixt two strong extreames my thoughts do flie,
Twixt heat and cold, twixt heigth and depth below,
And both of them from one desire do flow,
The surest way to sauing health to trie,
Faith bids me mount vnto the heauens hie,
Vpon the merits of my sauior deare,
A guiltie conscience bids me not come neare,
Lest in consuming Iealousie I die;
A heart contrite doth will me to appeare,
With works of righteousnesse, true faith which show
Faith saies, that god my strēgth & power doth know,
And that I cannot finde saluation here,
But bids me cheere My soule, & nothing feare,
Loue in his sonne will make him me forbeare.
SON. XVIII.
FRom far I see the stars which guide the way,
From East to West, to finde my sauiour out,
I well might wander all the world about,
To seeke saluation and in one place stay:
I shining truth did not his house bewray,
Which in his word points forth his dwelling place,
By which directed, I will walke a pace,
Whilst yet I do enioy the light of day;
And when I come before his blessed face,
To offer vp my presents will not doubt,
Although their basenesse all the world should flout,
So that my faith I may him once imbrace,
Which giueth grace And makes accepted well,
Mean works, as much as those which more excell.
SON. XIX.
NOw will I daunce ô Lord before the traine,
Of those which following thee seeke home to draw
Thy holy Arke, the treasor of thy law,
That it with vs may pledge of peace remaine,
I care not though the world my deede disdaine,
And thinke it not beseeming thing for me,
In such a worke an instrument to be,
Whose yeares they deeme more fit for other vaine:
For so I Lord thy sauing heath may see,
And scape the harme of cruell Satans paw,
Though all the scorners of the world me saw,
Yet would I not ashamed be of thee,
For being free, Of holie promist land,
I care not how my state on earth do stand.
SON. XX.
NO recompence ô Lord is fit for thee,
If duly thy desert we do regard,
Ne hast thou want or need of mans reward,
At whose command all creatures readie bee:
Yet if our thankfull minds thy goodnesse see,
Confessing whence to vs these blessings flow,
And in the vse of them obedience show,
Although alas it be in meane degree,
Thou yet doest frame thy loue to ours below,
And as thou findst the giuers heart preparde,
(Who to his power his present hath sparde)
So doest thou cansell debt which he did owe,
And doest bestow More graces then we craue,
For which naught els but thāks thou lokst to haue.
SON. XXI.
HOw precious are the praiers of thy Saints,
Which able were thy threatned wrath to stay,
And make the sunne returne in pride of day,
When as Iosias heart for feare it faints,
Thy fauour vnto Abram vs aquaints,
Of how great force repentant heart is found,
When (hauing vowd vile Sodom to confound)
To staie at seruants sute thy wrath thou daints;
By prayer man hath powre euen death to wound,
By praier he may moue amount away,
A faithfull feruent prayer finds no nay,
If that the thing we craue be pure and sound,
Yea God hath bound Him selfe by them to man,
Whose worthie praise no tongue well vtter can.
SON. XXII.
THanks will I alwaies studie Lord to pay,
To thee, the giuer of all good and grace,
And thankfully thy mercies will imbrace,
And witnesse forth thy workes from day to day,
My heart, my mouth, my pen they neuer stay,
To take occasion freshly to renue,
The memorie of praises to thee due,
Lest natures weaknesse let them passe away
My frailtie (in this point) indeed I rue,
Who till I see new blessings in the place,
Forget the fauours late before my face,
And mercies thine, from which such bountie grew,
For it is true So dull our sences are,
That oft thy blessings do our iudgments marre.
SON. XXIII.
WHere so I cast about my wandring eye,
By chance or choice, by hap, or else by will,
Before my sight some obiect is there still,
Wherein thy power and loue I do espye;
In view whereof, if I my thoughts do trye,
To raise my heart to Ioy, I matter finde,
And vnto thee my loue so firme to binde,
That tong nor pen should neuer idle lye;
Whose grace vnto thy creatures is so kinde,
As patrons of the same the world doth fill,
Who mad'st not onely, but doest still instill
Some feeling of the same vnto the minde,
Which is not blinde, Or too much obstinate,
Which later nature chiefly thou doest hate.
SON. XXIIII.
VVHilst I do studie fitly to begin,
To vtter forth some part of my intent,
Which to thy praise with zeale and loue is bent,
For freeing me from due reward of sin,
I finde a laberinth that I am in,
Of many merits which do me inclose,
Which as this holie motion in me rose,
Of diuerse subiects for to treat do win,
Among the rest my heart hath chiefly chose,
To giue thee thanks for comfort to me sent,
In staying me the wandring course I went,
And feeling faith, with knowledge where it growes,
And though I lose Therwith the worlds delight,
Yet will I ioy in hope of heauenly sight.
SON. XXV.
SInce thou hast Lord vouchsaft to send me ayde,
By holie spirit thine in time of need,
(As Philip to the Eunuch came indeed)
Which in my wandring iourny me hath stayde;
Since he hath taught me what thy Prophets sayde,
And what humilitie was in thy Sonne,
(Whose patience like a lambe hath freedom wonne,
Vnto my soule, for which he raunsome payde)
I see no earthly things should stay vndone,
The duties which requirde of me I reed;
By faith vpon thy promises I feed,
And to thy Sacraments for strength I runne,
And thus begunne, I will continue still,
To learne thy lawes, and to obay thy will.
SON. XXVI.
HOw can I limit well my tong or pen,
Within what bownds may I my selfe inclose,
Who such a theame to write vpon haue chose,
Whereon the more I muse, more growth it then,
It fares with me herein, euen right as when
A hastie mind forgetteth what to speake,
When stāmering words the perfect sence do breake,
And makes vs not be vnderstood of men:
Such worthie matter in my mind there growes,
So plentifull, and I of skill so weake,
So pleasing to me, and so proper [...]ake,
That in the choyce of them I iudgment lose,
And euen as those Want matter silent be,
So plentie of thy praise confoundeth me.
SON XXVII.
NOw that thy mercies do so much abound,
As thou vouchsafest Lord with me to dwell,
And glorious Arke of hope which doth excell,
Drawne home by hungry faith my heart hath found,
Since power thereof, did sinfull Dagon wound,
And yet disdaineth not my humble state,
I freely open Lord, my lowly gate
Of lips and tong, which may thy praises sound,
Thy blessings seeme to flow to me of late,
Since in my soule thy word I did embrace,
My zeale refreshed is with heauenly grace,
My comfort, wealth that hell cannot rebate,
In such a rate Thy fauour do I finde,
As bindes me loue a father found so kinde.
SON. XXVIII.
WHat should I render thee my Sauiour deare,
For all the gifts thou doest on me bestowe?
Whose gracious measure so doth ouerflow,
As power of recompence cannot appeare,
I do imbrace thy gifts with ioyfull cheare,
And to thy alter speedily do runne,
To follow forth thy praise (but new begunne)
Till all thy people may thy mercies heare:
Thy glorious image shineth in thy Sonne,
Thy loue to man did his obedience show,
His loue and mercy vnto man hath wonne
The gifts of grace, whence faith and comfort grow,
Where through we know That we are thy elect,
And these our feeble frutes wilt not reiect.
SON. XXIX.
THe powerfull pen the which records thy praise,
O Lord of life, hath many volumes made,
Thy wondrous works each leafe doth ouerlade,
Which aye increase as growing are my dayes,
Vnsearchable indeed are all thy wayes,
In multitude they number do exceed,
In glorie they do admiration breed,
Their goodnesse power of recompence denayes.
The hungry thou with plenteous hand doest feed,
Thy fauour to thy creatures doth not fade.
The more in view of all thy works I wade,
The more I finde my sense confound indeed,
But yet in steed Of Eccho to thy fame,
I will giue thanks and laud vnto thy name.
SON. XXX.
THis stately stage wherein we players stande,
To represent the part to vs assignde,
Was built by God, that he might pleasure finde,
In beautie of the works of his owne hand,
All creatures of the ayre, the sea and land,
Are players at his appointment of some thing,
Which to the world a proper vse may bring,
And may not breake assigned bownds or band:
Some do in ioy still forth his praises sing,
Some mourne & make their mone with heauy mind,
Some shew the frutes of nature weake and blind,
Some shew how grace base sin away doth fling,
God (like a King) Beholds, Christ doth attire
The plaiers with the shape, their states require.
SON. XXXI.
WHo so beholds with constant fixed eye,
The fauour and perfection of my choyce,
He cannot chuse but must in heart reioyce,
That mortall sight may heauenly blisse espie,
All earthly beautie he will straight defie,
As thing too base to occupie his braine,
Whose fading pleasures so are payd with paine,
That they true tast of pleasure do denie:
But who so can this perfect sight attaine,
Cannot containe, but yeeld with cheerfull voyce,
An Eccho to the Angels heauenly noyse,
Who to his praise do singing still remaine:
They then are vaine Who fix their sight so low,
That such a glorious God they will not know.
SON. XXXII.
O Heauenly beautie of loue the fountaine true,
Whose shining beames do penetrate my soule,
With such a zeale as former thoughts controll,
And drawes heart, powre, and will thee to insue,
Thou mak'st my fainting sight for to renue,
And dazeling eyes new strength thus to attaine,
To whom alone perfection faire is due,
Thou mak'st earths bewteous shadow seeme but vain,
Thy works of glorie, and of powre remain,
Ingrauen in thankfull hearts which them inroll;
Thy loue and mercy made thee pay the toll,
Which to our dying soules true life did gain,
Thy loue doth wain, My thoughts frō baser loue,
And mak'st my heart and mind to soare aboue.
SON. XXXIII.
IF beautie be as men on earth suppose,
The comely shape and colours which agree,
In true proportion to the thing we see,
Which grace and fauour both do neuer lose;
If white and red be borrowd from the Rose,
If bright and shining to the sunne compar'd,
If high and straight to goodlinesse w'award,
And beautie haue such base descriptions chose,
Then let the wise this beautie true regard,
Where all perfections in one subiect be,
Surpassing frute of the forbidden tree,
Which (but to tast) man suffred deaths reward,
Which is prepard, And offred to our sight,
In Christ to loue and feed vs day and night.
SON. XXXIIII.
HOw may this be, that men of searching mind,
Whose curious eyes in beautie do delight,
(The pleasing obiect of their fancies sight)
In outward shape and colour, comfort find:
And yet the better beautie leaue behind,
Vnsought, or vnregarded of at all,
Compard to which, none can it beautie call,
Vnlesse a buzzard whom affections blind,
This earthly forme of flesh it is so small
Of worth to charme the sence of noble spright,
As is a starre before faire Phoebus bright,
Whose glory doth their borrowed beauti apall:
Thus wise men fall, Whom camall eies do guide,
Whose iudgement may not vertues sight abide.
SON. XXXV.
O Heauenly loue, with God thou dwelst for aye,
Thou passest faith and hope in dignitie,
Thou keepst the law, thy feet step not awrie,
In all mens danger, thou the surest stay;
To our request, thou neuer sayest nay,
Ne wrath, ne enuy, moue thee ere a whit:
Thou multitude of sinnes in man doest quit,
Thou law and Gospell both dost ouer sway:
Thou doest with God aloft in heauens sit,
With God in counsell thou art alwaies by,
Thou causest Christ mans weaknesse to supply,
And makest vs receiue the frute of it,
And euery whit Of goodnesse that we haue,
Loue made him send, who loue therfore doth craue.
SON. XXXVI.
THe shining face of my faire Phoebus deare,
Whose glorie doth eclipse each other light,
Presents himselfe vnto worlds open sight,
Their blinded eyes with ioyfull view to cheare:
But sluggish so the greater sort appeare,
That (sleeping in selfe-loue and mind secure)
The cleare aspect of truth they not indure,
Nor of their blindnesse willingly would heare;
But so my sences do his beautie allure,
To gaze vpon his louely fauour bright,
That therein onely haue I may delight,
Where is all happinesse, I do assure,
He doth procure A plentifull increase,
Vnto my soule, of perfect loue and peace.
SON. XXXVII.
AVaunt base thoughts, incomber me no more,
By laying forth these earthly wants of mine,
As though thou wouldst perswade me to repine,
Because of wealth I haue not needlesse store:
If thou didst know thy nakednesse before,
He cloth'd thy soule, and fed thy fainting minde,
(With righteousnesse and faith in Sauiour kinde)
Thou wouldst that former state much more deplore;
And then confesse, the comfort thou doest finde,
By peace of conscience, in this flesh of thine,
Is greatest riches truly to define,
(So that contentment be not left behinde)
These gifts me binde▪ To praise his holy name,
And place chief wealth in knowledge of the same.
SON. XXXVIII.
I Will not feare with feruency of zeale,
To follow forth this faire affect of mine,
(To loue of thee which doth my soule incline)
O Sauiour deare, who sure my griefe wilt heale:
Vnto thy proffred kindnesse I appeale,
Who of thy selfe didst call me vnto thee,
And promisedst I should thy darling bee,
Made free within thy Church and common weale,
Disparagement there is not now in mee,
Ne shall distrust forbid me to be thine;
But faith shall flie aloft to thee in fine,
Where all thy treasures safely I may see,
And happie hee Bestows his loue so well,
Whose hope is payd with pleasures that excell.
SON. XXXIX.
LOue then I will, and loue thee Lord alone,
For fellowship in loue there may not bee,
Loue for thy loue (ô Lord) shall be thy [...]ee,
For other recompence thou crauest none;
My vowes and deeds they shall be alwaies one,
All dedicated to adorne thy name;
My heart, my soule, my strength shall do the same;
Thy loue shall be my faiths true corner stone;
The loue of thee shall my affections frame,
To follow that may pleasing be to thee,
My eyes no beautie but in thee shall see,
And thy regard my wandring will shall tame,
Yea I will blame, And scorne each other thing,
Saue what shall me vnto thy fauour bring.
SON. XL.
FAine would I praise thee Lord with such a zeale,
And feruencie, as might my loue expresse;
Faine would my loue yeeld vnto thee no lesse
Due praise, then thou didst loue to me reueale;
But wanting power thereto, I yet appeale
To that thy goodnesse, which thee first did moue,
In fragill flesh of mine the strength to proue,
Whose weaknes thou by heauēly powre didst heale:
Mans wit in words comes short in this behoue,
To recompence (nay onely to confesse)
The many waies thou doest our bodies blesse,
Much more our soules, which freely thou didst loue,
Thy trustie doue, Thy holy spright of grace,
Makes yet our weaknesse stand before thy face.
SON. XLI.
O Perfect Sunne, whereof this shadow is
A slender light, though it some beautie show,
On whom thy influence thou doest bestow;
Whose constant course still shines in endlesse blisse:
To scan thy glorie, wit of man doth misse;
How far thy mercies beames abroad extend,
Tong cannot speake, nor wit can comprehend,
And humane frailtie is bewrayd in this;
The fire, ayre, water, earth they wholly bend,
The host of heauen, and creatures belowe,
To pay their dutie vnto thee they owe,
Which didst their being and their vertue send,
And I intend With them (in what I may)
To witnesse forth thy laud and praise for aye.
SON. XLII.
WHat present should I bring of worthie prise,
To witnesse well the loue to thee I owe,
I nothing haue but what thou didst bestow,
Ne likest thou the toyes of mans deuise;
I would not spare my powre in any wise,
No treasure seemes to me for thee too deare:
The pleasures of the world the which are here,
Too base they are, how ere wit them disguise:
To yeeld thee faith, it doth the best appeare,
But mine is very weake (alas) I know,
To yeeld thee praise, doth make a decent show;
But to thy merit neither doth come neare,
With garment cleare, Yet clothd of righteous son,
My selfe to offer vnto thee, I run.
SON XLIII.
WHo so beholds the works (ô Lord) of thine,
The stretched heauēs, the seat where thou doest dwel
The earth thy footstoole, which dares not rebell,
Which all vnto thy will do still incline,
The Sunne and Moone by day and night which shine,
The changing flouds, the firme and frutefull land,
The Planets which do firme for euer stand,
All which gainst thy behest dare not repine:
The host of Angels in thy heauenly band,
Th'infernall fiends with Lucifar which fell,
The fish, the foule, the beast agreeing well,
And all obedient to thy heauenly hand,
May vnderstand, Thy glorie, loue, and powre,
Without whose help, mā could not liue an howre.
SON. XLIIII.
AS doth the Moone by daily change of hew,
By growing, or decreasing, beautie show,
The influence, the greater lights bestow,
Whose absence, or whose presence, her renue:
So must all flesh confesse, and thinke most true,
The faith or feare they haue for to proceed,
From heauenly grace, which heauēly gifts doth feed,
Without whose face, blind darknesse doth insue;
Mans proper powre is so ob [...]curde indeed,
With shades which rise frō earthly thoughts below,
That nothing but blinde ignorance would grow,
Vnlesse this sunne did shining comfort breed,
Which serues in steed Of fire vnto the same,
Fro whence this light of faith receiues his flame.
SON. XLV.
IF Saba Queene, a iourney tooke in hand,
From South to North, wise Salomon to heare;
If humane wisedome was to her so deare,
That she did visit thus his holy land,
Then do I muse why men do idle stand,
In pride of youth, when wit and meanes abound,
Their tender braines to feed with wisedome sound,
Far passing that this Queene for trauell found.
This error is the scarre of Adams wound,
Who sought his knowledge not in fountain cleare,
To whom forbidden skill did best appeare,
Neglecting graces him inclosing round,
But on the sound And written word I build,
Not Salomon such Oracles could yeeld.
SON. XLVI.
HOw fond a thing it is which men do vse,
To beat their braines, and so torment their hart,
In compassing the thing which breeds their smart,
And do not know what is the thing they chuse;
They childishly the name of loue abuse,
And would define the nature of the same,
By passions which belong to hatreds name,
Wherein to pine with pleasure they do chuse.
Who euer saw that figs on thorne-tree came,
Or thistels roses beare by any art?
With pain, with grief, with shame, with losse impart
Their passions, which they for their loue do frame,
With iudgment lame; Loue is a heauenly thing,
Where being plast, it perfect loue doth bring.
SON. XLVII.
LEt earthly things in earth their loue repose,
For flesh and bloud on faith they cannot feed,
It is a frute indeed of heauenly seed,
Which who disgesteth well life cannot lose;
The soule fro out of other matter growes,
And vnto other matter turnes againe,
Immortally to liue in ioy or paine,
As grace to sundry vses it hath chose.
Then is it time my thoughts at length to waine,
From laying vp my treasure for my need,
Where mothes and canker do so common breed,
As in the world whose wealth is meerely vaine,
If I attaine, But faith layd vp in store,
In Christ my Sauious, I desire no more.
SON. XLVIII.
FYe fainting faith disswade me not so much,
From following of my louely heauenly choyce,
To thinke on whom, I cannot but reioyce,
Whose name or memorie my heart doth touch,
What trauell ere befall, I will not grutch,
Through fire and water I will him pursue,
Whose sight my fainting soule doth straight renue,
His loue and mercy both to me are such:
If I should dye for him it were but due,
By him I liue, and follow will his voyce,
Regarding lightly fame or common noyse,
Which threaten paine and trauell to insue,
There are but few That passe the narrow way,
But crowne of honor doth their trauell pay.
SON. XLIX.
I Find my heart is bent for to amend,
And follow thee, forsaking wicked way,
From wickednesse my fo [...]tsteps for to stay,
And to thy will my works henceforth to bend:
But yet the cause which makes me this intend,
I finde is rather feare, then loue of right.
Yet free-will offrings do thee more delight,
And to such works thou doest thy blessing send.
It is not ill to set before my sight,
Thy heauie plagues for sin from day to day;
But I had rather forth thy fauours lay,
And for their loue in quarrell thine to fight,
Which if I might By feruent zeale attaine,
Then should I hope the victorie to gaine.
SON. L.
NO sooner loue intirely me possest,
But see how iealousie doth me assaile,
She seekes with deepe distrust my faith to quaile,
And to remoue from conscience, quiet guest,
She telleth me my Lord doth sin detest,
And that my deeds they too vnworthie are,
That from his fauour they will me debarre,
Whose loue is fixed only on the best:
Feare had begun to worke in me so farre,
That to amaze my minde it could not faile,
Till to my loue my state I did bewaile,
Who shining sweetly like the morning starre,
Did stay their iarre, And bid my soule to rest
In Christ, by whom I surely shall be blest.
SON. LI.
HE is vnworthie to receiue a gift
From any man, that him mistrusts before;
I will not ought of thee Lord doubt therefore,
Although no reason can my hope vp lift,
I know in deed it is slye Satans drift,
To laie before me this my vile estate,
Which (being sinfull) thou of force must hate,
And I reiected be without all shift,
But when I with my selfe thy works debate,
Which haue examples of thy mercies store,
His reasons are of force with me no more,
Because that faith sets open wide the gate,
To me of late, Which leades to treasure thine,
Where (in thy sonne) thou doest in mercy shine.
SON. LII.
FAine would I follow thee through sea and land,
My louely Sauiour whom farre off I see,
Zeale makes my mind with speed to hast to thee,
But natiue weaknesse makes me doubtfull stand:
If to my ayde thou gau'st not forth thy hand,
And by thy word incourdgdst me to row,
I should so shun afflictions which do flow,
That feare should bend my faith like feeble wand;
But by thy offred grace now strong I grow,
And through the troubles of the world will be
Bold to proceed, and faith shall succour me,
To witnesse forth the thankfulnesse Iowe;
Thou doest bestow On me both power & will,
And with them both, I will thee honour still.
SON. LIII.
AS do the starres amidst the firmament,
With borrowed light beare record vnto thee,
(O Lord of might) in which we men do see,
The image of thy power to them but lent,
So when our weake indeuors Lord are bent,
To publish forth thy praises, which excell;
These silly sparkes of light which in vs dwell,
Do shew thy grace which vs this motion sent.
Although therefore no speech or tong can tell,
How infinite thy glorie ought to bee,
(Which passeth humane sence by high degree,
As wisest men to grant, they do compell)
Yet thou lik'st well, We show herein our will,
Which I haue vowd vnto thy seruice still.
SON. LIIII.
CAll me ô Lord, for lo I do attend
To follow thee where so thou doest direct,
I know thou wilt not my intent reiect,
Who gladly would proceed where so thou send,
I doubtfull stand, which way my course to bend,
Because I finde such ignorance of skill,
To follow forth according to my will,
A frutefull course the which I did intend,
As thou with forward zeale my minde didst fill,
So shew me Lord whereto I am select,
And I shall carefully the same effect,
And feruently thereto go forward still,
Depend I will, Vpon occasion fit,
That faithfully I may accomplish it.
SON. LV.
LIke silly babes, such must thy seruants bee,
In innocencie and obedience still,
Vnto thy holy lawes (ô Lord) and will,
From wrath, pride, malice, lust, and enuy free:
With Serpents eyes of wisedome must they see,
And stop their eares, which Sathan would deceaue,
With charmes of pleasure, which a scar do leaue,
And onely lend obedient eare to thee:
Yet with simplicitie of doue receaue
The yoke of law, whose rule they must fulfill,
And suffer patiently, the word to kill
The force of sin, which would soules health bereaue,
Such thou wilt heaue, And hold in heauēly arme,
And with protecting hand, defend from harme.
SON. LVI.
WHo so could like to Steu'n behold and see,
The throne triumphant where our Sauior sits
In Maiestie aloft, as best him fits,
A Iudge and Sauiour to his Saints to be,
Coëquall with his father in degree,
Possessor of the place for vs prepard:
Who readie stands our weake works to reward,
And from the fury of the world to free;
He were but base, if ought he did regard
This transitorie honour, which so flits,
Which to attaine so much doth tyre our wits,
And yet so niggardly to man is shard,
And afterward Doth leaue a sting behinde,
Of care of conscience, and of griefe of minde.
SON. LVII.
VVHo seeketh not with all his powre and might,
To eternize vnto himselfe his state?
That chance or time may not his blisse rebate,
Or death it selfe may not dissolue it quight?
Thus some therefore for honour fiercely fight,
And some for wealth do trauell far and nigh,
Some worldly wisedome with great studie buy,
To make them famous seeme in vaine worlds sight:
Which is the readiest way they do espye,
To keep their name from death, which so they hate,
Yea all suppose, posteritie the gate,
T'immortalize this flesh, whose floure must dye:
But all go wry, wealth, honor, wit haue end,
And children passe, faith onely life doth lend.
SON. LVIII.
VVHat wealth may be to this alone comparde,
To be co-heire with Christ of fathers loue?
To haue our earthly thoughts so raysd aboue,
That world and worldly things we not regard?
To see by faith a kingdome rich preparde
For vs, which shall eternally remaine,
(Made free from worldly cares and troubles vaine)
Which is for children his, a due reward?
Who can discouragde be with earthly paine,
Or tedious combats which the flesh doth proue?
Since care of vs our Partner Christ did moue,
To share our griefes, his ioy for vs to gaine:
Which thoughts should waine Our wils frō base desire,
And vs incourage higher to aspire.
SON. LIX.
IF Paradise were such a pleasant soyle,
Where all things flourisht first and prosper daye,
Wherein who liued, neuer could decaye,
Till sin by Satans slight gaue man the foyle:
Which blessings afterward did cleane recoyle,
And left man naked in reproach and shame,
To dust to turne againe from whence he came,
On baren earth to liue with sweat and toyle;
Then is our state much better then that same,
Our Paradise a place of blisse to staye;
Our Sauiour (Abrams bosome) doth displaye,
Wherein our soules shall rest most free from blame,
Where he our name Hath writ in booke of life,
To be exempt from feare of care, or strife.
SON. LX.
VVHat is felicitie whereof men wright?
Which to attaine, our studies still are bent,
VVhich to procure, such time & paine is spent,
By endlesse trauell therein day and night:
Sure if it be nought else but firme delight,
And that delight consist in peace of minde,
Then here on earth this treasure none shall finde,
VVhose pleasures quickly vanish out of sight:
The earth doth chaunge, as seas do rise with tyde,
And stormes insue the calme before that went:
This happinesse but for a time is lent,
And payd oft times with penance more vnkinde
By fortune blinde. True blisse consists herein,
To loue the Lord, and to abandon sin.
SON. LXI.
HOw many priuiledges great and rare,
Do we enioy, that do thy name professe?
Euen many more by far (I do confesse)
Then we obserue, or how to vse be ware:
To giue thy onely Sonne thou didst not spare,
Vs to redeeme from deaths eternall wound;
The sting of hell and sin he did confound,
And way to heauen for vs he did prepare.
Yea so his mercies do to vs abound,
That all the worldly creatures more and lesse,
Yea heauenly Angels do themselues addresse,
To serue mans needfull vse are readie found:
He doth propound, In Christ all these to man,
And hauing him, no want annoy vs can.
SON. LXII.
BY many gifts (ô Lord) thou doest declare
Thy mercies vnto man, whom thou wilt saue,
The vse of all the which in Christ we haue,
By hand of faith, that precious blessing rare,
That doth his righteousnesse for vs prepare,
Our stubburnnesse with his obedience hide,
His patience doth our grosse impatience guide,
His temperance with our intemperance share,
His continence our frailtie lets not slide:
(For changing nature ours, his strength it gaue)
Our pride it hides, and hopes which faithlesse waue,
And shades our hart with loue, which still shall bide;
Thus euery tide, It readie is at hand,
For our defence a buckler safe to stand.
SON. LXIII.
HOw should the quiet mind in peace and rest,
Possessed of the thing it most desirde,
(A thing so precious, none durst haue aspirde
To gaine, vnlesse the giuer had him blest)
How may it morne, how may she be opprest,
Who hath the bridegrome alwaies in her sight:
Who in her loue doth take so great delight,
As by his bountie hourely is exprest?
The dolefull darknesse fitteth blinded night,
The shining Sunne hath cloudes of care retirde;
With heauenly heate my heart it hath inspirde,
Since in thy sunne I saw thy fauour bright,
The which did fight, As champiō strong for mee,
From cloudes of darknesse and from sin to free.
SON. LXIIII.
WHo so of perfect temprature is framde,
Must needs delight in heauenly harmony:
His sences so shall be renewd thereby,
As sauage beasts by Orpheus harpe were tamde;
Yong Dauids harpe, Sauls furious spirit shamde,
And Dolfins did Aryons musicke heare.
Such sympathie in all things doth appeare,
That neuer musicke was by wisedome blamde:
But he that could conceiue with iudgement cleare,
The sweet records that heauenly motions cry,
Their constant course that neuer swarues awry,
But by discords, whose concords after cheare,
Would hold so deare, The mouer of the same,
That loue of him should base affections tame.
SON. LXV.
GReat is thy powre, and more then we conceiue,
Thy glorie more then can discerned be;
Mans greatest gift is this, that he may see,
Or know, that vertue thine doth his bereaue:
His dazeling eyes each shadow doth deceaue,
His iudgement builded on inconstant ground,
His strength but weaknesse in it selfe is found,
His glorie, greater glorie must receiue
From thee, in whom all glorie doth abound:
What maiestie dare man compare with thee,
To whom all creatures bow obedient knee?
Whose contemplations thou doest cleane confound,
Vpon this ground. True blisse & wisdome stand,
To know, our wisedome floweth from thy hand.
SON. LXVI.
AS but vaine hope it is for man to trust,
To thing not promised, or not in powre
Of speaker to performe at pointed howre,
Which is the case of flesh and bloud vniust:
So call that hope, no wise man can or must,
Which is performance of expected thing;
When as possession doth assurance bring,
Of thing whereafter we tofore did lust:
The Saints in heauen in ioyfull rest do sing,
Whom hope nor feare do raise or yet deuower,
But men on earth haue hope a resting tower,
To shield them from despightfull Satans sting:
Faith is the wing Makes me to hope ascend,
And truth in Christ will make my hope haue end.
SON LXVII.
GReat are the gifts ô Lord thou doest bestow
On sinfull man, by thy abounding grace,
Who when they want, doest neuer hide thy face,
But still a patron of thy bountie show:
Which makes vs both thy powre and mercy know,
And so with shame and sorow to repent,
Our thanklesse natures so vnkindly bent,
So slacke to pay the praises which we owe:
But when I do consider thou hast sent
Thy Sonne himselfe for to supply our place,
Whose patience did the death on crosse imbrace,
Those to acquite, who did with faith assent:
All speeches spent, Seeme then to me in vaine,
And onely I admyring do remaine.
SON. LXVIII.
I Haue bene blind, and yet I thought I saw,
And now I see, yet feare that I am blind;
No blindnesse like to that is of the mind,
Which doth the soule to deadly danger draw:
My carelesse steps did stumble at a straw,
And yet supposd my walke had bene so ware,
That to haue err'd had bene a matter rare,
When euery thought did violate thy law:
But since to search my felfe I do prepare,
So darke of sight my soule and sence I find,
That if thy Christ (my loue) were not more kind,
Eternall death I see should be my share.
But now I dare In spight of wicked foe,
A better course with constant courage goe.
SON. LXIX.
WHy should he faint or thinke his burden great,
That hath a partner to support the same?
Why coward-like should he his honour shame,
That hath a champion readie at intreat,
Who can and doth death and confusion threat,
To all impediments which stop our way?
On whom repose our trust we boldly may,
He being iudge, and plast in mercies seat?
He sees our thoughts, and knows what we would say,
He doth our mouthes to fit petitions frame,
He hides our errors if our faith be lame,
And he himselfe doth also for vs pray,
We need but stay, And trust to his good will,
And we are sure he will our want fulfill.
SON. LXX.
ALthough the world do seek to stop my way,
By many stumbling blocks of feare and doubt,
And bid me seeke a farther way about,
And on the staffe of carnall strength to stay;
Though sin, though hell, though death do me denay,
That any powre shall bridle their intent,
But would compell me walke as worldlings went,
The headlong path of pleasure to decay,
Yet will I not this purpose mine repent,
So long as faith will be my souldier stout,
To ouerthrow this fearefull thronging rout;
Whom to subdue, this grace was to me sent,
No shall be spent In vaine this paine of mine,
Hope against hope, shall win the field in fine.
SON. LXXI.
IT were vnfit a concubine to keepe,
Or that her children should possession haue,
Among the frutes which lawfull wedding gaue,
By vetuous spowse which in the soule doth [...]leepe;
And yet behold how shamefully do creepe,
Into possession of my powre and will,
These thoughts and works which motions are to ill,
And trench themselues in fleshly fortresse deepe:
Whose base societie will with vices fill,
The holy brood which grace would spotlesse saue;
In such a boubt my yong affections waue,
That they consent I should them foster still,
But that would spill More vertuous heritage:
Therefore exilde these be, though hell do rage.
SON. LXXII.
SOmetimes my nature seemeth to repine,
To see the pleasure and the plenteous store,
The wicked do enioy for euermore,
Abounding in their corne, their oyle and wine:
But when I see my weakenesse so encline,
To the abuse of portion I possesse,
My heart with ioy, full often doth confesse,
Thy loue doth much in earthly scarstie shine;
These things are good and bad, as thou doest blesse,
Which I dare not directly craue therefore,
Such danger followes them euen at the dore,
That plentie lightly doth the [...]oule oppresse;
And as I guesse, Contentednesse doth grow,
In gratefull mind, though state be neare so low.
SON. LXXIII.
IF he vnworthie be the sweet to tast,
That shuns the sowre (as we in prouerbe say)
To honor, pleasure, profit, in the way
Great perill, paine, and cost, so often plast;
If as vnworthie health, he be disgrast,
That will refuse a bitter purge to take,
When he doth know it will his feauer slake:
So do temptations proue the mind more chast,
If we with courage do the combat make,
And to the end immoueable do stay:
The more that Satan doth his spight display,
The more the pride and powre of him we shake,
And he will quake, And sin shall haue a fall,
And faith in Christ shall triumph ouer all.
SON. LXXIIII.
TO shun the rocks of dangers, which appeare
Amidst the troubled waues of worldly life,
Which in each company are alwaies rife,
Which with soules perill most men buy full deare,
I feare almost to keep my course so neare,
The conuersation of such tickle tides,
And thinke him blest, that banished abides
In desert, where of sin he may not heare:
But when I note where so a man him hides,
That still affections breed an inward strife,
That nature beares about the bloudie knife,
And to the death the proper soule it guides:
That fancie slides Away, and I prepare,
In combats of the world to fight my share.
SON. LXXV.
WEre it not straunge, that members of the same
One liui [...]g bodie, and one parents childe,
Should by the other daily be defilde?
And of vnseemly thing should haue no shame?
And yet we which of Christ do beare the name,
And children of his father vs do call,
At discord with this parent daily fall,
And Christ our eldest brother do defame;
It seemeth well we be but bastards all,
Though stock be true, we be but Oliues wilde,
Who thinks vs better, he is but beguilde,
Our frutes are bitter, and increase but small,
And who so shall Examine well his works,
Shall see, that gall in purest thoughts there lurks.
SON. LXXVI.
IT is no light or curious conceipt,
O Lord thou knowst, that maketh me to straine
My feeble powres, which blindfold did remaine,
Vpon thy seruice now at length to waight;
But onely shame to see mans nature fraight,
So full of pregnant speech to litle vse,
Or rather oftentimes to thy abuse,
Whilst to deceiue, they laie a golden baight;
And do not rather thinke it fit to chuse,
By praises thine, true praise themselues to gaine,
And leaue those fond inuentions, which do staine
Their name, and cause them better works refuse:
Which doth abuse The gifts thou doest bestow,
And oftentimes thy high contempt do show.
SON. LXXVII.
FOr common matter common speech may serue,
But for this theame both wit and words do want,
For he that heauen and earth and all did plant,
The frutes of all he iustly doth deserue:
No maruell then though oft my pen do swarue,
In middle of the matter I intend,
Since oft so high, my thoughts seeke to ascend,
As want of wisedome makes my will to starue:
But thou ô Lord who clouen tongs didst send,
Vnto thy seruants, when their skils were [...]cant,
And such a zeale vnto thy praise that brant,
As made them fearelesse speake, and neuer bend,
Vnto the end, One iot from thy behest,
Shall guide my stile, as fits thy glory best.
SON. LXXVIII.
HOw happily my riches haue I found?
Which I no sooner sought, but it is wonne,
Which to attaine, my will had scarce begunne,
But I did finde it readie to abound:
The silly faith I had was setled sound
In Christ, although for feare it oft did pant,
Which I did wish more constantly to plant,
That it might all temptations so confound.
With feruency this little sparkle brant,
Till it inflamde my zeale, and so did runne
Vnto the fountaine of true light (the sunne)
Whose gracious soyle to feed it was not scant
Men finde more want, The more they couet still,
But more man couets this, it more doth fill.
SON. LXXXIX.
WHen desolate I was of worldly ayde,
Vnable to releeue my selfe at need,
Thou hadst a care my fainting soule to feed,
Because my faith vpon thy fauour stayde:
My dying hope thou hast with mercy payde,
And as thou didst releeue thy seruant deare,
Elias whom the Rauens in desert cheare;
So am I comforted, whom sin affrayde.
The cries of little Rauens thine eare doth heare,
And slakst their hunger kindly (Lord) indeed,
When parents do forsake deformed breed,
That so thy prouidence might more appeare,
Which shineth cleare, In blessings euery day,
To me, much more then I can duly way.
SON. LXXX.
AMidst this pilgrimage where wandring I,
Do trace the steps which flesh and bloud doth tred,
My comfort is, that aye mine eyes are led,
By gracious obiect which in faith I spy;
Whose brightnesse guides my steps, which else awry
Were like to slide, through Satans subtil slight,
Gainst whom his holy Angels alwaies fight,
And suffer not my strength too farre to try:
By day his word and works are in my sight,
Like to a cloud to comfort me in dread;
By fire through deserts, and the sea so red,
His hand doth gouerne me in dangerous night,,
His fauour bright, Conducting this my way,
An host of stops shall not my iourney stay.
SON. LXXXI.
I See a storme me thinks approach a farre,
In darkned skie, which threatens woe at hand;
Vnto my tackle I had need to stand,
Lest sudden puffs my purposd course debarre:
These tempting thoughts full oft forerunners are,
Of fierce affections, which do moue the minde,
VVhich if resistance not in time they finde,
The strongest tackling they do stretch or marre;
I closely therefore will my conscience binde,
And arme my vessell with couragious band,
Of skilfull saylers, which do know the land,
VVhose harbors for my safetie are most kinde:
And in my minde Shall faith the Pylot bee,
VVhose skill shall make me wished port to see.
SON. LXXXII.
HOw is it that my course so soone would stay,
Before I haue begun the thing I thought?
If ease or pleasure I herein had sought,
I had not then made choyse of such a way:
More facill is the course vnto decay,
More fauour with the world it will attaine;
But I mislike the ioy requit with paine,
And faining words, not meaning as they say:
Men breake their sleeps some silly pelfe to gaine;
With losse of life small honour some haue bought,
Yea Philosophers pleasure set at nought,
To win a name of vertue to remaine▪
Then I will waine My selfe from earthly rest,
With heauenly crowne and honour to be blest.
SON LXXXIII.
VVHen I begin to faint in my conceipt,
To see the little powre I haue to good;
How sin hath vertue in me still withstood,
And frailtie on my flesh doth alwaies waight;
I am confounded and amazed straight,
And readily could turne and flie the field,
And all my trauell to the tempter yeeld,
Before I would aduenture more to fight:
But when I duly note whereon I build,
My faith, which watered is with Christ his bloud,
Of force sufficient to withstand the floud,
And me from perill and destruction shield,
I easily welde Each burden on me layd,
And of my safetie nothing am affrayd.
SON. LXXXIIII.
THe chastisements which often do befall,
Vnto the most belou'd of God, and blest,
Doth breed vnto their soules both peace and rest,
And home from wandring thoughts their mind doth call,
And sure are tokens not of fauour small,
Who father-like doth vs in time correct,
Who else the care of him would soone reiect,
And haue no heed vnto our wayes at all.
The good Phisition that would life protect,
Cuts of a limbe sometimes as it seemes best,
And yet the patient doth the same disgest,
Or any payne that worketh good effect:
Should God neglect Vs then to exercise
With rods, wherby to make vs grow more wise.
SON. LXXXV.
HOw should my feare or sorrow long remaine,
(Although the world did swell, and ouerflow
With danger, which nought else but death do show)
When I by death do finde a present gaine?
Faith me assures that all assaults are vaine,
That seeke to seuer me from heauenly blis:
The loue of Christ assureth me of this,
That I with him shall safely still remaine.
What though of earthly pleasures I do misse?
And though the care of them vnpleasing grow,
Yet this by good experience I do know,
All things turne to the best to children his:
I therefore kis, The crosse with ioyfull cheare,
Because in chastisement doth loue appeare.
SON. LXXXVI.
ALthough those Gibeonites, the natiue borne
Of sinfull flesh, haue slily me beguilde,
When as I thought all lust to haue exilde,
By showing faynd repentance raggd and torne:
Though flesh and bloud vnto this league haue sworne,
Not asking counsell of the Lord at all,
By which into a snare my soule did fall,
And deepe hypocrisie my powre did scorne;
Yet meane I them vnto account to call,
And since they haue my holy thoughts defilde,
Accursed I will hold them, and as vilde,
Will hate their ofsprings all, both great and small,
And be they shall, But bondmen to my soule,
Who daily may their proud attemps controwle.
SON. LXXXVII.
WHen I began a conquest of my will
To make, and yeeld it vnto reasons law,
My reason to the rule of God to draw,
And by that rule to guide my actions still,
It had bene wisedome first the flesh to kill,
Who breeds affections, which do still withstand
The building of the worke I haue in hand,
And thornes are in my sides to worke me ill,
But now my error I do vnderstannd,
And must (by feare of wrath) keepe them in aw,
And by the chastisements of sinne they saw,
Make them to yeeld vnto obedient band,
Then shall my land With faithfull souldiers be
Replenished, and armed strengthen me.
SON. LXXXVIII.
NOt euery one that with his lips doth pray,
Or praise thy name is gratefull in thy sight,
Thy searching eyes haue not so much delight,
In those that cry, Lord, Lord, each houre of day,
But such as in thy bounds obedient stay,
And make thy will a law vnto their mind,
That in thy promises do comfort find,
And follow not the worlds deceitfull way,
To such thou showest thy selfe a father kind,
And doest coroborat their heart with might,
Against all powers wherewith they daily fight,
Their sores thou tak'st to cure, and doest vp bind,
Angels assignd, Do them inuiron round,
And to their comfort, mercies do abound.
SON. LXXXIX.
HOw should I quicken vp my selfe indeed,
To true and faithfull loue euen as I ought?
Vnlesse I call to mind whence I was brought,
And by whose aide, who did this kindnesse breed,
Which when I only waigh, my heart doth bleed,
To see that bountie of a God so kind,
And note the dulnesse of my nature blind,
That should forget the Lord, who me doth feed.
When I was almost lost, he me did find;
When I forgat him cleane, on me he thought,
When I was sold to sinne then he me bought;
When I was wounded, he my sores bid bind;
Yea when I pind, He gaue me plenteous store,
Which gifts I will record for euermore.
SON. XC.
VVHy should I faint or feare, or doubt at all,
How fierce so euer fleshly combat show?
Since I so sure a succour readie know,
To shield me safe, what euer do befall?
If he haue such regard of sparrowes small,
As none of them (till God appoint) do dye,
If to our haires which fall, he haue an eye,
That none of them vnnumbred perish shall:
Why should I thinke him deafe when I do cry?
As though he had no care of vs below,
As though he would not needfull things bestow,
Although our patience he delight to try,
Who can deny, But flowres that grow in field,
In glory staine the beautie pride doth yeeld.
SON. XCI.
HOw do Gods blessings to his Saints abound,
Whose gifts of grace, although they be but small
At first, yet more and more increase they shall,
As seed well watred in a frutefull ground,
The proofe whereof I (sinfull) wretch haue found,
Whose faith nigh famished, he now hath fed
From heauen, with great increase of fish and bread,
Which strengthen dying soule with comfort sound,
His word for table he did open spred,
His seruants for to feed me, he did call,
Their dole so free, I find more fragments fall,
Then in my basket, sences home haue led,
Yet he hath bed To such more to bestow,
As greatest store of former treasure show.
SON. XCII.
I Know not Lord how to discharge aright,
The dutie that for graces great I owe,
No need thou hast of me at all I know,
Yet in thy seruice shall be my delight,
To publish forth thy praises day and night,
To serue thy Saints with gifts I shall possesse,
Thy wondrous workes by all meanes to confesse,
I will imploy my substance, wit, and might.
The remnant of my life shall well expresse,
That (dead to sin) in Christ to life I grow,
Which shall to world, my mind regenerate show,
Although that I, cannot sinne cleane suppresse,
And will addresse My thoughts to thee alone,
Because on earth true ioy or blisse is none.
SON. XCIII.
IF I did hope by pen to patterne out
The many merits of thy Maiestie,
(Which of thy mercies we do daily trie)
And endlesse matter I should go about,
But I (alas) my strength so much do doubt,
That nothing lesse then such a thought I haue,
To point foorth others to a thought I craue,
Whose confidence in skill is much more stout.
Yet dare I say that nature neuer gaue
The power to flesh and bloud to looke so hye,
Nor gifts of grace, full few there are apply,
To giue him laud aright, that did them saue.
How to behaue My selfe herein I learne,
And wish my will might others likewise warne.
SON. XCIIII.
VVHat tongue or pen can shew it selfe vnkind,
Vnto a father full of mercy so,
Who freely doth such benefits besto,
And of our case hath such a carefull mind?
Before we were, a way he forth did find,
Whereby to purchase vs in heauen a place,
When natiue strength our glory should deface,
A remedie therefore his loue assignd:
He giues vs knowledge of the same by grace,
Which offered is to them the which will go
Vnto the word where sauing health doth grow,
And faith through which our Sauiour we imbrace,
And being base By birth, and thrall to hell,
He vs adopts in childrens roome to dwell.
SON. XCV.
VVHy should this worldly care haue now such power
To quench the comfort which the soule shall find
In this our God, who is to vs so kind,
The memorie of which should feare deuoure?
If faith were watred well with heauenly shower
Of grace, and knowledge of our happie state,
It would the force of all assaults abate,
And be a bulwarke strong, at trials hower.
If we the world and flesh did truly hate,
And made his will a law vnto our mind,
If doubt of power or will, did not vs blind,
Which to distrust, sets open wide the gate,
Then would this rate Of worldly care be lesse,
And he our faith with fauour more would blesse.
SON. XCVI.
HOw loath this flesh of mine remaineth still,
To part from sinne his old companion deare,
Of death or of a change, he would not heare,
But would imbrace him aye with his good will,
The very thought of death his thought doth kill,
The very feare thereof his sorrow brings,
So sweet the pleasures seeme of earthly things,
That nought else can our fond affections fill.
But who is wise, fro out the snare he wrings,
Before perforce, death doth approch him neare,
That abstinence no vertue doth appeare,
When want of power subdues affections stings,
But who so flings, From them when they pursue,
To him pure name of vertue indeed is due.
SON. XCVII.
VVHo so would liue, of force he first must die,
Death is the doore which leadeth vnto life,
Life which shall be deuoyd of change and strife,
Whose comfort shall our teares of sorrow drie;
The way is straight the which man must go by:
If to the heauens he purpose to ascend,
His grosse corruption must to graue descend,
And dead the power of sinne therein must lye,
If he to be regenerate intend,
First must he mortifie the motions rife,
Of lust, which kill the soule with cruell knife,
And eke his ruine presently pretend,
For God will send A happie change indeed,
As haruest paies with plentie plow-mans seed.
SON. XCVIII.
VVHen I with griefe sometimes to mind do call,
The wofull losse that sinne to man hath brought,
And want which to all creatures it hath wrought,
By Satans slight, and Adams fearefull fall;
I find no comfort in worlds vse at all,
But wish to be dissolu'd with Christ to dwell,
From whom all blessings flow and do excell,
In thought whereof my comfort is not small:
Yea I do grow by thinking hereof well,
Into a doubt, if that in truth I ought
More sorrow parents fall, which death hath brought,
Or ioy the life through Christ to me befell;
Yet truth to tell, I find the change so good,
Our state is better now then when we stood.
SON. XCIX.
IF I can speake and like a coward crake,
If I can tell the thing the which is best,
If I in muster seeme to battell prest,
And yet shrinke backe when I should triall make,
If I indeuour others to awake,
Fro out the deadly slumber they are in,
And yet my selfe cannot reuolt from sin,
But in the pride thereof do pleasure take,
By all my trauell I no gaine shall win,
Although my paine might proue to others blest,
But (as the Symbals sound doth to the rest)
I m [...]ght haps morne, when others mirth begin,
The feast but thin, Would be vnto my share,
Though many dishes to the guests I bare.
SON. C.
FOrtune and chance, blind guides to blisse farewell,
Vpon your leasures I no more attend,
I not regard what good or ill you send,
Nor in your tents of pleasures wish to dwell,
A greater blisse then ere through you befell,
Ye made me to neglect I now do see,
Whose hope from feare could nere continue free,
But aye distrust did gainst my faith rebell:
The earths delight the which ye promist me,
Could not my soule from sorrow ought defend,
Your sweete with sower was mixed in the end,
So vaine and variable both they be,
Then happie he That seeketh blessed rest,
In Christ alone, and doth the world detest.
CONCLVSION.
VVOrds may well want, both inke and paper faile,
Wits may grow dull, and will may weary grow,
And worlds affaires may make my pen more slow,
But yet my heart and courage shall not quaile,
Though cares and troubles do my peace assaile,
And driue me to delay thy prayse awhile,
Yet all the world shall not from thoughts exile,
Thy mercies Lord by which my plaints preuaile.
And though the world with face should gratefull smile,
And me her pedlers packe of pleasures show,
No heartie loue on her I would bestow,
Because I know she seekes me to beguile,
Ne will defile My happie peace of mind,
For all the solace I in earth may find.
FINIS.
SVNDRY AFFECTIONATE SONETS OF A FEELING CONSCIENCE.
PREFACE.
VVHere hast thou rangd my retchles soul so long?
How too securely hast thou luld my mind?
In so long space, no cause or meanes to find,
To (once againe) renue thy vowed song.
Be not too bold, thinke not thy perill past;
May be, thy iourney is but new begun,
Pleasures do vanish, dangers fly as fast
To stop thy course, if slowly thou do runne.
Thy vowes are made, they may not be vndonne,
And cause thou hast (if blessings not thee blind)
To keepe thy promise to a God so kind,
By whom alone, thou freedomes rest hast wonne:
To him (nay to thy selfe) then do not wrong,
To whom thy hart, powre, will, by vow belong.
SON. I.
OF thee and of thy prayse (Lord) will I sing,
Who rid'st on winged Chariot of the skie,
Whose throne is plast aboue the thrones most hie,
Whose will doth forme & change ech formed thing:
To thee the offerings, of thy bounties gift;
To thee the due, of my attaynd desire
I will present, and with a voice vplift
Contend to cause the world thy name admire.
Thy prayses do not mortall praise require,
For lo (alas) they no way can come nye
Vnto the holy hymnes thy Saints apply,
And Angels sing, inflam'd with heauenly fire:
Yet shall my soule, such zealous present bring,
As shall record my loue to heauens high king.
SON. II.
EXild be mortall cares, raysd be my song,
To treat (with stile condigne) thy honor still,
O mighty Ioue, who heauen and earth dost fill
With myrror of thy power: to thee belong
All powers and wils, of body and of mind,
Thou mak'st and blessest with thy prouidence,
Thy bountie to the needy is so kind,
As nought but mercie [...]and loue proceedeth thence:
At our right hand a readie safe defence,
If Satans practise once assaile vs will,
Thou holy motions dost in vs distill,
And dost illuminate our dulled sence:
Thou dost redeeme, fro out the enemies throng
The innocent, whom worldlings vse to wrong.
SON. III.
VVRo out what dreame, what sleepe, what charmed rest
Rouse I my selfe? who too too long haue stayd,
(With worldly cares and vanities dismayd)
And cleane forgot almost soules solace blest?
My greedy nature, quaffed ouer much,
Restrained poyson (potions of delight)
New libertie did former dyet grutch,
Though life the one, death other show'd to sight;
Nature, gainst grace; prouoketh still this fight,
World to our wils doth yeeld accursed ayd,
Satan our senses dulles, that not affrayd,
We worke our wracke with greedy force and might:
But waken me (ô Lord) I thee request,
With pleasure, paine, welth, wo, as likes thee best.
SON. IIII.
WHat is thy measure full? dost thou suppose
Of strength, of perfectnesse, of plenteous store,
Of frutes of faith profest; that now no more
Thou carest, albeit thy tree true beautie lose?
It can not be, whilst life and sap remaine,
That barren branch, so holy plant should beare:
A faire greene tree of goodly leaues were vaine,
Vnlesse that kindly frute also there were.
Words are but leaues, works fruits that should be there,
Shew that thou liu'st, by charitie therefore;
True holinesse doth teach a righteous lore,
Whereby to neighbors good, our thoughts we reare;
Vaine is our knowledge and our holy showes,
If in our life the fruite of loue not growes.
SON. V.
HOw can I hope for all my forward speed,
My fresh incounters of the riuals first,
My bold intent and zeale, which venter dirst
To runne so hard a race, and long indeed,
To win the prize? if past the greater paine,
I faint or do begin, my speed delay,
Or trusting ouer much the goale to gaine,
Let euery leaden heele, leade me the way.
In race of soule to heauen, light many a stay,
And fainting body doth for pleasnre thurst:
The world strowes golden fruits (of tast accurst)
Which toucht with loue, we lose to soules decay:
Then let me still runne on, so haue I need,
For constancie, stands most the soule in steed.
SON. VI.
ALl will not serue, the more I would beware,
The more I headlong fall and drowne in sinne:
So farre vnlike the victorie to winne,
That to his building morter I prepare.
One thing I say, an other thing I do,
One show of worke I haue, an other deed:
I runne cleane from the marke I looke vnto,
With one hand quench the fire, with'other feed.
One error doth a hundred errors breed,
If one I cut, to grow do ten begin.
This fleshly laberinth that I am in,
Is of the sinnefull race of Hydras seed,
But yet my trauell still I will not spare;
Because I know, God hath on me a care.
SON. VII.
FAine would I bring some fruit of sauorie tast,
For offering of freewill and of my zeale;
But I do feare my weakenesse to reueale,
(Like new wine in a crazed vessell plast)
The vessell yet (not liquor) being mine,
And it fild in by master of the store,
I hope he will not at my gift repine,
But (if it faile) will it replenish more.
My weakenesse, I do oftentimes deplore,
And for reliefe, to him I do appeale:
Yet ioy, the bounty, that he daind to deale,
And halting hast, to those that go before.
In hope that my (nay his gifts) shall be grast,
Through loue vnto his sonne, whom he imbrast.
SON. VIII.
I Maruell much sometimes to see my will,
Contraried by my selfe with harts consent;
To see me crosse the course my purpose ment,
And yet th'euent thereof proue better still.
I am by nature vnto euill prone,
And that pursue, with forward fleshly ayd:
Straight way my mind is chāgd (by means vnknown)
And heart consents, my former will be stayd.
The cause hereof, and issues I haue wayd,
And find them strange, yet bending in intent
Vnto my good (sometimes though ill I ment)
And fayld of plots, my greatest wisedome layd:
Which doth my soule, in fine with comfort fill,
To see Gods prouidence, my purpose spill.
SON. IX.
I Now begin to doubt my present state,
For that I feele no conflict in my mind:
A settled concord, needs must be vnkind,
Twixt flesh and spright, which should ech other hate,
They neere agree, but to their common woe,
And that through sin which luld them both a sleepe,
A warfare in this bodie would I goe,
Lest fraud, or treason in through rest should creepe.
The practises of Sathan are so deepe,
Armed with flesh and lust (whom prone we find)
That hardly can the soule his freedome keepe,
But that these fiendes would him with frailty bind.
Vnlesse with heauenly weapons at debate,
With them we stand, and fight, both rare and late.
SON. X.
VVHen I remember, with what speed in post
The Iewes (return'd from bondage) tooke in hand
Their Temple to restore, and armed stand,
In breach of wals to build, what enemies crost.
When I their bountie note, in offering store,
All freely giuen, and more then they could vse,
How true their treasures were that would no more,
Their workmens faith (accounts whilst Kings refuse.)
How these our latter times (which we accuse
Of ignorance, through fraud of Balaams band)
Did yet powre forth the plenty of the land,
To holy vse, which other did abuse.
I sorrow much to see true zeale cleane lost,
And pure religion shakt for sauing cost.
SON. XI.
VVHat loue is this whereof the world doth tell,
Which they to God professe and men admire?
Loue hath his lawes, and doth effects require
Of charitie (to neighbour) to excell.
For as the members of one bodie bee
Partakers of the passion others haue,
And speedily concurre to helpe we see,
Because (thereby) the bodies good they craue.
So if their loue to God they freely gaue,
And held him head; their zeale would burne like fire
To serue his Saints, the needy to attire,
And home the stray to call, the lost to saue.
For how can they th'inuisible God loue well,
Whē they neglect their neighbors, neer that dwel?
SON. XII.
VVHo so will serue the Lord, he must bestow
The whole (not part) of body or of mind:
If in his heart dislike hereof he find,
His soule not yet, regenerate we may know.
Betwixt two stooles no sitting safe there is,
And kingdomes so deuided cannot stand:
We must imbrace and loue or that, or this;
And not looke backe, if plough be once in hand.
If Gods we be, we Beliall must withstand,
We cannot him well serue and Baall blind,
To Balak (Balams kindnesse of such kind)
Did draw him to accurse the blessed land,
Whereby his Asse, did masters blindnesse show;
And still bewrays, weak faith, where this shal grow.
SON. XIII.
GIue all to him, that all did giue to thee:
More then his due, thou hast not to bestow:
By yeelding all, thou thankfulnesse mayst show,
The more thy store, the more his gifts would bee.
A chearefull giuer God doth best accept,
Though he doth giue that gift thou dost present;
His blessings must be vsde and not be kept,
(Like fruitlesse tallents) not to profit spent.
Thy soule and bodie both, since God hath lent,
The vse of them (entire) to him should grow,
What is our power and strength, he well doth know:
And giues the will; which (vsde) he is content.
But for to share a part, that scorneth hee
Who knows our thoughts & secret hart doth see.
SON. XIIII.
BVt will you know (indeed) the surest way,
To make the child of God a loathing find
Of sinne (which doth infect both heart and mind)
And vs the grace of God doth so denay?
Let man but see the fierce and angry face,
Of God for sinne which in his word is found;
Let him behold a man deuoid of grace,
Whom euery thought & deed to death doth wound.
Let him (if euer grace did so abound
In him, as he found God a father kind)
But call to mind, how much it should him bind,
And how saluation standeth on that ground.
Then will he in his conscience surely say,
I'will dwell no more in sinne, nor mends delay.
SON. XV.
SOmetimes cleane tyr'd, or sham'd of sinne at last,
(If not for loue of good, or feare of hell)
I seeke to stay affections which rebell,
And how to quench their heat my wits I cast:
I find euen whilst the thought is in my head,
A liking thought thereof doth me possesse:
From thoughts to liking are my humors led,
And liking longs againe to worke no lesse.
My laberinth felt, I seeke in vaine t'expresse,
An idle thought can not such thoughts expell:
I thinke to exercise my time so well
In some good work, as may vaine thoughts suppresse;
But I do tyre, ere litle time be past:
Prayer alone withstands the greatest blast.
SON. XVI.
ME thinkes sometime, I muse and much admire,
The dulnesse of the Iewes, who daily saw
The powrefull workes of Christ, which well might draw
A stony heart, to loue of him t'aspire:
Much more I maruell that the words he spake,
Seem'd parables, and darke vnto his owne
Disciples; who his scholers he did make,
To whom all secrets, should by time be knowne;
But when I find the wonders on vs showne,
Vnnoted or acknowledged, by awe
Vnto his will, or word, or holy law,
And common ignorance by most men showne.
It makes me feare, we want the holy fire
Of faith, loue, zeale, which dutie would require.
SON. XVII.
VVHat vaine lip-labour is it men do vse
To speake of God, his name in word confesse?
When as in life no dutie they expresse
Of godlinesse, but fleshly freedome chuse:
Not euery one that cryeth often Lord,
Shall enter to possesse eternall rest:
Vaine ostentation was (we see) abhord
In Pharise, whose speech and showes were best.
Hypocrisie the Lord did aye detest,
And chiefly that in them, his name should blesse,
As Anany, with Saphira no lesse
Do witnesse by their death, at hand adrest:
Let vs therefore this babbling forme refuse,
Of boasting holinesse, which doth abuse.
SON. XVIII.
I Goe about full oft (like Iewes most blind)
To offer vp, to God a sacrifice
Propitiatorie, gratefull to his eies,
Thereby remission for my sinnes to find:
But lose my labour whilst I cleane forget,
First with my neighbour to be reconcild,
A heape of rankor doth my conscience let,
From looking for remorse in father mild.
The mercies on the which my hopes should build,
My owne malicious purpose me denies,
For how should I that grace to gaine deuise,
Which from my neighbours sutes I haue exild?
At Temple dore my offering stayes behind,
Henceforth therefore, till malice leaue my mind.
SON. XIX.
O Happie Simon of Syren, art thou,
Who chosen wert that office to supply,
To beare part of the crosse, on which should die
Thy Sauiour, (worlds new life and comfort true:)
Not wood I meane so much, which thou didst beare,
But that remorse, which thereby I suppose,
(Through shame and sorrow, pittie, care, and feare)
Which for his innocencie in thee rose.
Such crosses and full many more then those,
(Euen for my sinnes and for my selfe) wish I
As many as on fleshly strength might lye,
Or grace would aide, ere faith did comfort lose:
That for his seruant so he would me vow,
And try and vse me as he best knowes how.
SON. XX.
VVHat are our senses drownd and past recure?
Are rest and ease (the needfull aides of man,
Without vicisitude of which none can
Continue long) become by peace impure?
Shall blessings proue our curse, desire our bane?
Shall wish attaine his will? will worke our wo?
Shall profit be our losse? losse turne to gaine?
Shall Gods great goodnesse be requited so?
Should fathers kindnesse make a child a fo?
(O God forbid) our vowes were other, whan
Our tyred soules, our prayers first began
To send, as suters to our God to go.
His loue to vs did our desires procure,
Let our desires his growing loue allure.
SON. XXI.
WHen I do see the mercies manifold,
Which God doth vse t'extend to his elect,
Whose actions alwaies he doth so direct,
That loue and fauour in him they behold:
How things restrained vnto them are free,
And all things holy to the holy are,
How priuiledgd in euery thing they bee,
And nothing from his loue can them debarre.
My mind from common comforts flyeth farre,
And findes (on earth) no true ioy in effect;
On God alone, I place my harts affect:
Where peace is perfect, without strife or iarre,
And through these worldly cares I wander (bold,
Secure) in courage, more then can be told.
SON. XXII.
COme to the Councell of your common weale,
Ye senses mine (which haue confederate bin
With world and Satan to infect with sin
My soule, whose harbour in your house befell)
Thinke ye your safety great, when he is thrall?
That ye can scape, if soule once captiue bee?
That plagues she feeles, shall not on ye befall?
And ye with her, bring endlesse woe to mee?
What earthly beauty can eyes brightnesse see?
What melodie heare eares? what liked smell?
What vnloathd tast, or feelings please so well,
That are not often noysome vnto yee?
Then (since such hazard great, short ioy ye win)
To watch with me, gainst common foes begin.
SON. XXIII.
IN midst of plentie, and of happiest state,
Wherein by nature all men do delight,
Me thinkes I see, most cause of feare and fright,
Most perils, and most dangerous growne debate:
A masking rout of treacherous bayted hookes,
Cast forth by Sathan for to choke the mind,
By euery sense, where so the thought but lookes,
To draw vs to destruction wretches blind:
It was graue prouidence of Iob I find,
(Fearing the charmes and dangers like to light
On feasting children) praying day and night,
To mollifie the wrath of God most kind.
Which would to God were vsd by vs likewise,
So should lesse euill of our mirth arise.
SON. XXIIII.
HOw little comfort do I find (alas)
In these vaine pleasures, which my flesh desireth?
The vse of them full soone me cloyes and tireth,
And solace gone as thing that neuer was:
I striue sometimes to tast the same content,
In mirth and company that others find;
Yet seldome tast the blisse I not repent,
And leaues no bitter sting or griefe behind:
In fine I find the bodie is too blind
To iudge of happinesse, since it admireth
A shadow, which from memory retyreth,
And therefore chuse hencefoorth to feed my mind,
With some such solace, as that will not passe,
And I with comfort see, in faithfull glasse.
SON. XXV.
VVEll, if I find no greater be my powre,
But yeeld and reele with euery puffe that blo'wth,
And that my nature still such frailtie show'th,
As that my constant purpose fayles each howre:
If I can not approch, or see the tree
Of fruit forbid, but needes I must it tast;
If lust vnlawfull so abound in mee,
That headlong I must needs to ruine hast:
The readiest way to keepe my conscience chast,
Must be to shun occasions, where do grow
The roots, whence fruits of deadly poyson flow,
And therein only thinke my safegard plast:
For (if I see) I hunger to deuowre
The bayt (soules bane) and dwell in sinfull bowre.
SON. XXVI.
WHo toucheth pitch shall therewith be defilde,
(The prouerbe saith, and practise sheweth plaine)
The purest conscience custome soone will staine,
And wisest wits, by boldnesse be beguilde:
We therefore warily had need to walke,
And stop temptations when they first do rise;
For euill deedes insue of euill talke,
And euill company polutes the wise.
We know that Sathan alwayes wa [...]chfull lies,
By many meanes, vs to his will to gaine;
If we a little yeeld, it is in vaine
For safe retreat to hope, or to deuise:
Vnlesse Gods grace the bulwarke stronger build,
By which hels powre is quencht, and he exilde.
SON. XXVII.
HE that to do no euill doth intend,
He must do nought that may thereto belong;
He that is purposed to do no wrong,
To thought our speech of ill he must not bend:
Sinne is a theefe, and searcheth euery part,
And powre of man, to find a harbor fit;
He can disguise his purpose well by art,
And in a trap vs vnawares can git.
If we but kindly talke (to practise wit)
He soone can frame the mind to pleasing song:
The mind, the bodie soone can draw along,
To yeeld consent vnto, and practise it:
In fine he can vs teach sinne to defend,
And (noozeld once therein) to find no end.
SON. XXVIII.
WHen I looke backe vpon the slipperie way,
Wherein my youth with other worldlings past,
I halfe amazed do remaine, agast
To see the ruine whereunto it lay:
So many by-pathes, crooked and vniust,
So many stops and stayes, and wayes impure;
So little hold of helpe whereto to trust,
So many blockes my perill to procure:
Such flattering traines to ruine to allure,
As had not grace the gracelesse stayd at last,
I had my selfe to hell, euen headlong cast,
There to remaine without remead or cure:
I then (compeld) with thankes to God do say,
That in mans proper strength there is no stay.
SON. XXIX.
AMong the many fierce assaults we haue,
To me impatience, seemes most strong of all,
Which makes vs from our best defence to fall,
Of wisedome, reason, faith, which all do waue:
Our temp'rance thereby we do quickly loose,
Humilitie and loue we oft do shake,
From law and reason we our eares do close,
And bit in teeth (like stubborne coltes) we take:
Of heauenly promist aide, no count we make:
Of our deserts, we take no heed at all;
For vengeance we with fury only call,
Or with dispaire, we comfortlesse do quake,
When we (like Dauid) should, lewd Simei saue,
In feare least God, forth his commission gaue.
SON. XXX.
VVHo seeketh ayde his frailties to withstand,
He may be sure he shall not deadly fall;
Who but for grace, to God doth truly call,
He shall find comfort doubtlesse out of hand:
To see his sinnes, to feare their vengeance due,
To call for grace, to seeke the same amend;
Of Gods elections, tokens are so true,
That such (as his) he doubtlesse will defend.
If that his humbled heart, his soule do bend
To will of good, though fruit there be but small;
He cannot fruitlesse said to be at all,
Because his merits Christ to him doth lend:
And he as free shall be of promist land,
As those in whō more righteous worke he fand.
SON. XXXI.
IT is not causelesse, Christ did vse compare
Mans mind vnto the soile that tilled is;
They both fulwell indeed agree in this,
Vntilled, they vnfruitfull are and bare:
Such seede as is bestow'd, they do receaue,
And both yeeld fruit as God doth giue increase;
Some seed is spilt, some Sathan doth bereaue,
Some prosper, and produce a plentious peace:
And as deuouring fowles do neuer cease,
Ne wormes, ne swine, to seeke do neuer mis,
Each one to spoyle a part, whilst plow-man his
Due recompence of paines cannot possesse;
So doth the soule, though tild with studious care,
Gret store of weeds bring forth, good fruits ful rare.
SON. XXXII.
IF wo there was by Christ pronounst indeed,
Against Corasin and Bethsaiday,
Because vnpenitent they sluggish lay,
And to his preaching gaue not carefull heed;
Then woe and double woe I feare (alas)
Belongs to vs, who scornefully reiect
The same word preached, which vnheard doth pas,
Or vnobayd (at least) through foule neglect:
Our liues, our double hearts doth well detect,
Our want of charitie, selfe loue bewray;
Our pride, our lust, our couetous denay,
That eares haue heard, or hart doth grace affect:
Then woe is me that woe our selues we breed,
And that for feare of woe, or harts not bleed.
SON. XXXIII.
IT should not seeme, that we do sinne detest,
As we professe, and make the world to thinke;
When we not only at foule faults do winke,
But rather at the doers make a iest:
How could a thing displeasing, mirth produce?
Or heartie laughter grow, by hearts displeasure?
To laugh at others fall, doth shew an vse
Of our like guilt, who sinne so slightly measure,
The mouth doth speake from harts abounding treasure,
The heart delights, when mind consent doth bring;
The mind (polluted once by bodies sting)
Infects whole man, on whom sinne then hath seasure,
And when (thus) sinne hath built a place of rest,
He makes vs euery euill to disgest.
SON. XXXIIII.
THe fatall haps, and iudgements which befall
On others and on vs, remorse should breed,
For warnings of our selues they stand in steed,
And vs vnto repentant feare do call:
They are not alwayes worst, who do sustaine
The greatest plagues, ne yet the others free
Of guilt (how be it vnpunisht they remaine)
But rather for the more part worse they bee:
Christs holy iudgement teacheth this to mee,
By fall of Sylo towre (the which indeed)
Slue not the worst; and euen the best had need,
Their due deserts in others doome to see.
Let one mans wo, be warning then to all,
And life reformd, amend, sinnes great and small.
SON. XXXV.
I Often times endeuour to prepare
My mind, to beare with patience natures due,
Death which (though fearefull) must perforce insue,
And which no humane flesh did euer spare:
I therefore when I see the many woes
That others do sustaine by liuing long;
The sicknesse, want, dishonor, spight of foes,
Which most men must sustaine by right or wrong.
The hazards which on earth to vs belong,
The doubtfull hopes and feares which aye renue;
Ten thousand fained pleasures (for one true)
And care to compasse them we haue among:
I grow to graunt, that life is but a snare,
Death, way to life, a life deuoyd of care.
SON. XXXVI.
VVHo sees the seed that in the ground is cast,
Cleane frō all weeds, without both chaffe & straw,
Yet afterward when haruest neare doth draw,
Shall see the weeds increase therein so fast:
Who sees the trauell to receiue againe,
The corne from chaffe, and stubble cleansed made,
May see corruption in the soule remaine,
Which so with drosse, the slender crop doth lade.
And in the soule may see like daily trade,
(By natures weakenesse, which vs keepes in awe)
So much; that though we heare and feare the law
And Gospell, and in them a while do wade:
We bring few fruits (and them most bad) at last,
Which Sathan, world, & flesh, with sin haue blast.
SON. XXXVII.
THough lawfull many things indeed I find,
To such as do them with a conscience pure;
Yet like I not my selfe, for to inure
To things, not pleasing to the weaker mind;
And many lawfull things there are beside,
Which be not yet expedient to be done;
A Christians actions, must the tutch abide
Of such, as by example will be wonne.
For why, the ignorant do blindfold runne
The trade that others tread, as way most sure,
And memory of ill, doth more indure
Then good, wherefore we warily should shunne
The action which may chance insnare the blind,
Although the wise from hazard safely wind.
SON. XXXVIII.
VAine are the brags, and faith but fruitlesse is,
Of such who bost of vertue and holinesse,
When as profaned speech doth yet expresse
A hollow heart, by tongue that talkes amisse.
The tongue declares th'abundance of the hart,
And by our speech we vse t'expresse our mind,
A truly touched soule, with wound doth smart,
When vaine or fruitlesse speech to rise they find:
But nature (forst) will foone returne to kind,
And who his seemelesse speech will not suppresse,
Vaine and deceitfull must his brags confesse,
And that delight in sinne is yet behind:
Who therefore hath no care at all of this,
His knowledge, zeale, and life receiues no blis.
SON. XXXIX.
I Often others heare lament, and say
They cannot see, the fruit they do expect
By prayer; and my selfe feele like effect,
Because indeed, I vnprepared pray.
Not that my knees with reuerence do not bow,
Or that my tongue, it doth not craue reliefe;
Or that my heart, my words doth not allow;
But charitie doth want, and firme beliefe,
Which to true praiers are assistants chiefe,
Both which (for most part) man doth vse neglect,
For want of either of which we are reiect,
And to our weaknesse addeth double griefe:
Who doth till reconcilement, offring stay,
His faithfull lawfull prayers find no nay.
SON. XL.
THe season of the yeare, the natiue kind
Of euery creature to produce some thing,
Into my conscience doth this motion bring,
To God and nature not to be vnkind:
Two soyles I haue, and both vnfruitfull be,
Through weedes (of sin) which both them ouer grow:
The body barren and the soule I see,
Of vertuous fruits, which God and world I owe.
Vouchsafe yet Lord (Phauonean breath) to blow,
With heauenly grace inspiring so my mind,
That soule regenerate, in body find
Reformed life, true life in me to show:
For fleshly fruits (too rife) to hell do fling,
Soules blessed seed, ascends on Angels wing.
SON. XLI.
ALl men by nature greedy are to know,
And (knowing much) the more they do contend;
(To draw vnto true knowledge perfect end)
By practise to the world, some fruits to show:
What knowledge is there then in heauen or earth,
(For one of wisedome great) so high and fit,
To trauell in, euen from the day of birth,
As that is gathered out of holy writ?
Therein is matter for each kind of wit,
Strange, ancient, pleasing, subtle, for to spend
The finest wits, and make them stoope and bend,
Whilst weakest braines, find skill and ioy in it.
Though high it reach, it beareth fruit below,
Which (tasted once) makes stomack strōger grow.
SON. XLII.
STrange are (in truth) the fruits that man doth win,
And plentifull by vse of studie indeed,
Which appetite and matter still doth breed,
If but to gather them we do begin:
But heauenly studie much more copious is,
Contayning all that humane art doth teach:
And (not alone it feeds our minds with this)
But soules true solace it doth farther reach:
It doctrine supernaturall doth preach,
And doth diuinely sow the sacred seed
Which shall our soules with lasting comfort feed,
And worldly skill, of ignorance appeach:
That is the studie we should neuer lin
To spell, reade, conster, and to practise in.
SON. XLIII.
DOwne let vs fling these battlements begonne
Of sinne, which in our soules so fast are built,
At first, or not at all it must be spilt,
Or else his fort (once made) the field is wonne.
If we neglect our watch, and not preuent
His practises, but euen a little while:
Our trauell afterward is vainely spent,
And he our best attempts will soone beguile:
If we at lusts assaults but seeme to smile,
(Though lowly first he creepe, yet straight on stilt)
He will vpstart, and make vs yeeld to gilt,
And we our selues soules slaughter be the while,
Because we stay not sinne till it be donne,
But (rather) after it do fondly runne.
SON. XLIIII.
THere is great ods we see and must confesse,
Betwixt the speakers and the doers faith,
Words well, but deeds much better man bewraith,
And both conioynd, do dutie best expresse.
One promiseth to come (as was requir'd)
To feast; the other it denyeth, but went:
The first he did neglect what was desir'd,
The latters deedes, do shew he did relent:
He had the prayse and feast, who did repent,
His words, his blame, who breaking promise stayth
Whose life doth not comfirme what tongue it sayth,
(For all his brags) in end shall sure be shent,
But who doth tongue and hart to God addresse,
His deeds (be sure) with grace he still will blesse.
SON. XLV.
HAue we not cause to blush full oft for shame,
To see how we neglect our neighbours need?
How slow to helpe, where we might stand in steed,
How slight excuses we do vse to frame:
When yet our Sauiour seemeth to respect,
The silly Oxe which in the ditch doth lye,
Whose aide a stranger ought not to neglect,
If (but by chance) he saw it passing by:
But if our brother readie were to dye,
(For very want necessities to feed)
We let him sterue, and take of him no need,
Yea (though he craue) we sticke not to deny,
As though it vs suffisd, to beare the name
Of Christians, yet in life deny the same.
SON. XLVI.
NOt onely doth the Lord, repute as good,
The deedes which he in vs himselfe hath wrought;
(Yea though our wils gainst him in thē haue fought,
And he perforce (by grace) our powers withstood,)
But if we euill do, by stubborne will,
And seeke indeed no good at all thereby;
But euen our lewd affections to fulfill,
(So that all grace in vs do seeme to dye)
Yet euen in them, this good we shall espy,
(If we his children be whom Christ hath bought)
That he permits vs not to fall for nought,
But that our frailtie and our wits we try:
And so more earnestly vnto him pray,
And find that pretious fruit a Christian may.
SON. XLVII.
VVE had not need in idlenesse to spend
The dayes (both few and euill) which we haue;
The reason, powre, strēgth, helth which God vs gaue,
To some good end (no doubt) he did vs lend.
Full many businesses shall we find,
Enuironing our life on euery side,
Which if they were retayned still in mind,
In watch and trauell they should cause vs bide.
The worldly cares of all men well are tride,
The daunger of the soule I seeke to saue,
A world of lusts attend vs to the graue,
And Sathan lyes in waite to leade vs wide
From heauen, wherto true wisedome wils vs bend;
Thinke then if man haue need watch to the end.
SON. XLVIII.
SInce it hath pleasd the Lord to send such store
Of blessings to the bodie, that it may,
In peace and plentie spend one ioyfull day,
(Which many want, and it long'd for before:)
I not repin'd that it the same should vse,
But feard the frailty of the flesh (alas)
Which made my soule, for safest way to chuse,
(With Iob) in feare and care my time to pas:
For sacrifice, my soule there offered was,
Thy holy spirit, the Priest, my will did slay;
His zeale inflam'd the thoughts which prostrate lay,
And quencht thy wrath with teares like fluent glas,
So that (though Sathan readie was at dore
Me to accuse, and try) I feare no more.
SON. XLIX.
VVHat miracle so great hath euer bin
So farre from reasons, or from natures bounds?
What thing Gods glory and his prayse resounds,
More then his mercie in forgiuing sinne?
If things contrary to their natiue kind,
(To ioyne accord, producing strange effects)
Do admiration breed in euery mind,
What thing so much Gods glory then detects,
As this, to see, how daily he protects
And blesseth vs in whom all vice abounds?
How he doth hide our faults which so him wounds,
Supplies the want which proper powre neglects.
Then (since distrust his miracles keepe backe)
Let vs be sure, that we true faith not lacke.
SON. L.
AS those whose skill with colours life-like draw
The portraitures of men, with shadowes rare,
Yet shapes deformed, they ne will nor dare
To shew to others, as themselues them saw:
So when I make suruay (by rule of truth)
Of all my actions, and my soules estate,
I am asham'd to see the scapes of youth,
And feare to looke on that I lou'd of late:
And as I do my selfe euen for them hate,
So feare I others could no more me spare,
If I should shew my selfe naked and bare,
Who with these fowle affects held no debate;
Yet since they are but breaches of the law,
The Gospell will me shrowd from Sathans paw.
SON. LI.
AMong the many trauels of the iust,
The last, which holy Iob (alas) sustaind;
I thinke his soule and bodie most it paind,
And like thereto, vs likewise martyr must,
When we (vpon vs) feele Gods heauy curse
For sinne, from which no one of vs is free;
That comforters should seeke to make vs worse,
And friends like foes, should our tormenters bee.
To hud-blind vs, when most we need to see,
By colouring sinne, which ought to be explaind,
Or amplifying errors which are faind,
To make our soules and bodies disagree:
All these he felt by friends he most should trust,
To hell by pride, or by dispaire to thrust.
SON. LII.
SLow is our God (indeed) and very slo
To wrath, and that the wicked dearly find;
His children sooner feele correction kind,
And so repent; whilst sinfull forward go.
Slow though he be, yet sure his iudgements are:
They are deferd, they are not cleane forgot;
He tries our natures, letting raines so farre
Lose to our wils, till we regard him not:
But when we furiously to hell do trot,
He stayes our steps, and wils doth gently bind,
Whiles he the reprobates the more doth blind,
Till they (through sinne) do fall to Sathans lot:
By Gods correcting hand and patience so,
The one to sinne inclines, the other fro.
SON. LIII.
VVHen I consider of the holy band,
Of loue and mercie with the Iewes was made,
The heauenly and earthly blessings which did lade,
Their soules and bodies, whilst in grace they stand.
When I examine cause of this their change,
And note in soule and bodie wofull fall;
How exiles (comfortlesse) the earth they range
Depriu'd of knowledge, glory, hope and all:
When I (as cause hereof) to mind do call,
Their stubborne, faithlesse, and ingratefull trade,
(With which the Prophets did them oft vpbrayd,
And causes were of wrath from heauen not small)
Me thinkes I see like iudgement neare at hand,
For trespasse like to punish this our land.
SON. LIIII.
O That we could be rauished awhile,
Fro out these fleshly fogs, and seas of sin,
Which grosse affections daily drench vs in,
And do the tast of perfect sense beguile:
That so whilst selfe-loue slept, true loue might show;
That pride might so put on an humble mind,
That patience might in steed of rankor grow,
And naked truth, from craft might freedome find:
That vertue had some harbor safe assignd,
And reason had his scope, and did begin
(Of these fowle siends) a victorie to win,
And them in bondage to the soule to bind:
Then should we see how farre they do exile
Our perfect blisse, whilst thus they vs defile.
SON. LV.
LIke master like the seruants proue (say we)
We therefore are (of like) of Sathans traine,
His auncient lesson which did parents staine,
We learne as yet, and lie as fast as he.
False are his rules, himselfe an old deceiuer,
Vntrue he is, vntruth he first did teach;
God being truth, nought can so soone disseuer,
And no one sin to more offence doth reach:
Sathan himselfe can not Gods lawes appeach
To be vniust, nor say, we iust remaine,
But by new names doth his fraile scholers gaine,
To follow follies which affections preach,
Lust, wrath, & couetise, pride cald we see,
Loue, value, thrift, and clenlinesse to bee.
SON. LVI.
VVE may reioyce, but yet in Christ alone;
Alone in him, is cause of true ioy found,
All other ioy is but indeed vnsound,
Perfection or continuance elsewhere none:
If man with Salomon the hap might haue
To tast each earthly pleasure he desir'd,
He would but giue that prayse the other gaue,
That (once possest) their pleasure straight retir'd:
From earth to heauenly knowledge he aspir'd,
And humaine wisedome he did throughly sound;
In which he saw calamities abound,
And did neglect as vaine, things most admir'd.
In this alone, contented ioy is showne,
To loue, feare, serue, this Christ our corner stone.
SON. LVII.
VVIse Moses and graue Talions law seuere,
Do well agree to reason naturall:
And God in like sort, lets his iudgements fall;
So that our sinnes their proper vengeance beare,
As eye for eye, and tooth for tooth was due:
So nature doth our faults for most part pay,
With pennance by it selfe which doth insue,
As we shall find if we our actions way:
And God himselfe doth on th'adultrer lay,
On wrathfull, couetous, and proud men all,
Shame, bloud, want, scorne, vnlesse in time they call
For grace, which onely can their ruine stay:
Whereby we see, whom men keepe not in feare,
God makes (by nature) badge of trespasse weare.
SON. LVIII.
IT seemeth strange since death so common is,
That daily we experience thereof haue;
By rich, and poore, wise, fooles, that go to graue,
That we so little heed do take of this:
Since nought so much contrarie to our will,
Doth flesh befall, or art doth seeke to shun;
That yet we headlong hast to ruine still,
Of soule and bodie, which to hell would run.
Scarce we so soone to liue haue but begun,
But (drenched in affections fearefull waue)
We seeke to slay the soule, we wish to saue;
And no outrage in bodie leaue vndone:
So that if God did not (of mercie his)
Perforce our wils restraine, we heauen should mis.
SON. LIX.
VVHo would not craue to haue his wounds be heald?
Who can be heald that will not shew his griefe?
Who (senslesse of his paine) would know reliefe?
Who can giue cure, whilst truth is not reueald?
Who can be iudge of ill, that knowes no good?
Who can know good, that shuns to learne the same?
Who can it learne, that selfe-loue hath withstood?
Who can condemne himself, that knowes no blame?
Knowledge must first our minds more lowly frame;
Through lowlinesse will feare and sorrow grow;
Feare will seeke forth a pledge for debt we owe,
And pledge and portion find in Christ his name:
Thus knowledge of our state, and pride repeald,
Is way to sauing health, by Scripture seald.
SON. LX.
THe weapon which I did vnwieldy find,
Of natiue strength, and powre of flesh and bloud,
(With like whereof Goliah me withstood)
And I for changed sling (left once behind)
By Gods good grace (who courage gaue and strength)
Is now become a sword more fit for mee,
Who (practisd in his battels now at length)
The vse thereof, find not vnfit to bee:
For since to him it dedicate I see,
And I refreshed am with holy food,
My courage makes me hope I weare it shood,
And cause my soules great foe therewith to flee▪
For humane arts and knowledge of the mind,
Do serue the Saints, though worldlings they do
SON. LXI.
IT is not rest from trauell and from paine
Alone, that in the Sabboth is requir'd,
Not abstinence from meat, that was desir'd
So much, when Ionas did his fast ordaine.
As rest from sinne and inward meditation
Of Gods great workes, and mercies which abound;
As feeding of our soules with recreation
Of heauenly doctrine, in the scriptures found:
As by prostrating humbly on the ground,
Our stubborne hearts, puft vp and almost fir'd
With wicked lusts, (with vanitie attir'd)
Festerd with all affections most vnsound;
A Sabboth or a fast so spent, is gaine,
Whē flesh beat down, the sprite doth raisd remaine.
SON. LXII.
VVHat is the cause that men so much eschue
The reading of the sacred written word?
For nought else sure but that (like two edg'd sword)
It separates and shewes the faults from true:
No sentence in it read or truly wayd,
(Or by the preacher vtterd) turnes in vaine,
But woundes the soule with sorrow; which affrayd,
(If Gods it be) to grace it cals againe:
But such as Sathans be, to heare refraine,
The heauy iudgements that they haue incurd;
And (faithlesse) thinke, God can ne will afford
To them, the blisse that children his attaine.
It is a signe therefore, grace neuer grew,
In such as shun to heare, and learne anew.
SON. LXIII.
WHen I do heare sweet musicks pleasant sound,
By which the Angels records are exprest,
(Who sing to God due prayses without rest)
Me thinkes to pray with them my selfe am bound.
When I the concord sounds of true consent
Do note, which by their different voice is bred,
It makes my hart to melt to see man bent,
By discord to dissolue the blisse, that led
To heauenly comfort, which the Angels fed;
And is of Christian loue perfection best;
Whose vnitie in Christ hath made them blest,
To liue in him when law had left vs dead:
The Saints therfore on earth should aye be found,
With thankfull, ioyfull, hearts of loue t'abound.
SON. LXIIII.
AS doth the fire, with imbers ouer-spred,
And powder in the Cannon rammed hard,
(By which his furies but awhile debard,
When they breake forth) procure more feare & dred:
As aire in cloud, or earth restrained long,
Doth by his nature in the end preuaile:
And (in reuenge of his so suffered wrong)
Doth earth-quake breed, or thūdring firebolts haile:
So when increasing sins, afresh assaile
Our God of mercie, then is he prepard,
Our insolencies fiercely to reward
With double ruine, which he will not faile
To terrifie those that in sinne are dead,
Whilst his to liue (reseru'd) thereby are lead.
SON. LXV.
VVHen I do see a man of loftie mind,
Delighting in the pompe he doth possesse;
A ruine or a shame at hand I gesse,
For which effect God doth his iudgement blind:
For as most daintily we vse to feed,
The beasts to slaughter that we haue ordaind:
So surfet of delights, a feare should breed,
Least sowrer pennance afterward remaind:
The proofe hereof hath still the godly waynd,
From pride or too much trust in happinesse;
Which do not still Gods fauour firme expresse,
But vsd as trials are, of conscience faynd,
We therefore cause of care in plenty find,
To moue vs pray, and watch the end behind.
SON. LXVI.
AS doth the morning comfort to vs bring,
By giuing light to guide vs in our wayes,
As sun-shine beames his beautie then displayes,
To solace, feed, refresh each earthly thing:
So should (me thinkes) a thankfull heart thereby,
Be mou'd, to waigh the fruits by them we haue,
And by that light a greater light espy,
Who these (for bodies good) vnto vs gaue.
Like light vnto his soule forthwith to craue,
Whereby it sleeping (void of holy rayes
Of grace) in sinne doth spend away the dayes,
Which Christ our Sauiour died, the same to saue,
Vnto thee Lord, (Creator, powrefull king)
With birds by break of day they prayse shold sing.
SON. LXVII.
I List not iudge nor censure other men;
As I do iudge, so iudge me others will,
And God himselfe that part can best fulfill:
With others faults I will not meddle then,
Vnlesse so farre as dutie doth desire,
Which is with loue to warne them of the way,
Whose weaknesse doth our louing aide require,
To stay their steps wherein they are astray:
But I must iudge my selfe (doth scripture say)
And that I will, but not by natiue skill:
The law and Gospell they shall try me still,
And their true touch, shall my estate bewray:
My conscience witnesse more then thousands ten,
My hart confesse my faults with tongue and pen.
SON. LXVIII.
I See sometimes a mischiefe me beset,
Which doth amaze me much, and griefe procure:
I haue a hope or hap I wish t'endure,
But it doth vanish straight, and I do fret.
I craue sometimes of God with feruencie,
A thing (me thinkes) which might worke to my ioy,
My prayers yet he seemeth to denie,
And by the contrary doth worke my'annoy:
I find at length the thing I scorn'd (as coy)
Fall to my profit, and doth me assure,
That God by this his goodnesse, doth allure
Me to depend on him, and not to toy,
(By natiue reason guided,) but to let
His prouidence haue praise, and honor get.
SON. LXIX.
HOw should I vse my time henceforth the best?
The little that remaines ought well be spent:
Too much lost time, cause haue I to repent,
Best mends must be, well to imploy the rest.
To pray and prayse the Lord, is fit for me,
To craue things needfull, and his mercies tell;
My spirituall wants and carnall plenties be,
As many yet his blessings which excell:
But multitude of words please not so well,
He knowes the heart which righteously is bent;
All holy actions are as prayers ment,
And he is praysd, when sinne we do repell:
Then if my life, the world and flesh detest,
I pray and prayse, and shall find actions blest.
SON. LXX.
Good words are praisd, but deeds are much more rare:
One shadow is, the other substance right,
Of Christian faith (which God and man delight)
Without which fruits our barren tree is bare:
Once well done, is more comfort to the soule,
More profit to the world, to God more prayse,
Then many learned words which sinne controule,
Or all lip-labour that vaine glorie sayes.
Who in a holy life doth spend his dayes,
And still maintaine gainst sinne a valiant fight,
He preacheth best, his words are most of might,
He shall conuert men most from sinfull wayes:
Such shall haue honor most (affirme I dare)
With God and man, and lesse of worldly care.
SON. LXXI.
SInce we by baptisme, seruants are profest
To Christ, whose name we (as an honor) beare,
It is good reason, we his liuery weare,
And not go ranging vainely with the rest:
Since we do feed (by bountie of his hand)
On precious food, which he doth giue and dresse,
(Who at the well of life doth ready stand
Vs to refresh, if thirst do vs oppresse.)
We are too slow our selues to him t'addresse,
To craue and vse these gifts in loue and feare:
His righteous liuery we do rather teare,
Then whom we serue by vse thereof expresse:
Little he got that was such bidden guest,
And how can thanklesse seruants then be blest?
SON. LXXII.
SInce shame of men much more then godly feare,
Restraineth vs from sinne, as proofe doth preach;
Since more we after name of vertue reach,
Then to the truth thereof we loue do beare:
It were a part of wisedome to deuise,
To vse our nature (of it selfe so vaine)
From so base custome (euen for shame) to rise
To actions good, which might true honor gaine.
The best remede I therefore find remaine,
To purchase prayse, and vertues habit teach,
Is to professe in speech the same, whose breach
In life we should refraine, least we should staine
Our name, which would at length our liking reare,
To loue of God indeed, and sinnes forbeare.
SON. LXXIII.
THe difference is right great (a man may see)
Twixt heauen and earth, twixt soule and body ours,
Twixt God & man, heauens powre & earthly towres;
As great the difference, in their vse must bee,
By high, ambitious, and by wrathfull sword,
Are earthly, transitory kingdomes gaynd;
Humilitie with patient deed and word,
To heauenly crowne and honour doth attaine:
Man will his conquest with vaine glory staine;
Heauens kingdom former pride forthwith deuowrs,
It equals all estates, sects, skils, and powres,
And makes the bodie well vnite remaine,
Whereof the head is Christ, the members we,
And held coheires of heauen with him we be.
SON. LXXIIII.
FOr vs who do by nature still incline
Vnto the worst, and do the best forget,
Who do all passed benefits lightly set,
And so vnthankfully gainst God repine:
It were great wisedome dayly to obserue,
Such sundry haps as do to vs befall,
By which to learne, how much God doth deserue;
Who those, and passed benefits gaue vs all.
And since there is not any blisse so small,
But for the which, we ought acknowledge debt,
On each occasion we should gladly get,
A meanes our minds to thankfulnesse to call.
For nought God craues, newe can giue in fine,
But drinke with thankes his cup of sauing wine.
SON. LXXV.
THe parable of seed well sowne on ground,
Which did according (as the soyle did sarue)
Some neuer bud, some bloome, some straightway starue,
Some grow, & in his crop so much abound:
Doth well describe (as Christ full well applyes)
The nature of the word, the which is sent
By written Gospell and by preachers cryes,
Into the heart, which (hearing) it doth rent:
And (as well tild) sometimes begins relent,
And yeeldeth blessed fruit and prayse desarue;
As God the showres of grace doth freely carue,
And diligence in weeding it is spent:
For many times such sinfull tares are found,
As good had bin the seed in sea had drownd.
SON. LXXVI.
I Cannot chuse (but yet deuoyd of pride)
To note the happie and the glorious time
Wherein we liue, and flourish in the prime
Of knowledge, which those former dayes not tride:
For all preheminences which are read,
(Forespoke of latter age by Prophets all)
As happily were perform'd, as promised,
When Christ those mysteries did on earth vnfold,
And those accomplish which were long foretold:
The same, yea more by farre (we dust and slime
Vnworthy wayers of thee, high we clime)
Enioy, through preached truth more worth thē gold.
But woe is me, this grace is vs denyde,
We (to our selues) haue not the same applyde.
SON. LXXVII.
IF thou do feele thy fleshly thoughts repine,
When thou doest beare the crosses God doth send,
And that thou vnder burden of them bend,
And out of due obedience wouldst vntwine:
Remember when as yet a child thou wast,
Thou sufferedst patiently thy parents rod,
Because thou knewst his hatred could not last,
Though he thee punisht, doing thing forbod:
And wilt not thou, much more yeeld vnto God
Obedience, who thy good doth still intend?
Whose fatherly protection doth defend
Thee from his wrath, when sinne had made thee od:
The father to thy soule he is in fine,
His wrath asswag'd, his loue doth soone incline.
SON. LXXVIII.
TRue is it sure, and none will it denay,
That faith inableth man to be more fit
For heauenly knowledge, then a humane wit:
To which, hid secrets God will not bewray.
But what is faith, and how it may be knowne,
How best attaynd; in that most men mistake:
In iudgement of the same would care be showne,
And of true faith from false, this difference make;
If worldly strength and wisedome man forsake,
If he by humble prayers seeke for it,
If of Gods promises he doubt no whit
In Christ, but for his strength that rocke he take,
It builded is on ground which still shall stay,
From fleshly bondage free, at latter day.
SON. LXXIX.
VVHat high presumption is there growne of late,
In abiect shrubs of Sathans darnell seed?
That (bramble-like) sinne thus aspires indeed,
To top the Cedar, that his pride doth hate?
I graunt the fault, in suffering him so long,
In humble shape to creepe and clime so hie;
Sinne (poyson-like) with age becomes more strong,
And Crokadell-like doth slay with teares in eie:
But since therefore no other shift I spy,
I like and will my loftie top abate,
My prostate soule, may so restraine the state
Of his increasing powre, whereby that I,
In building of Gods house may serue some steed,
And sinne confounded lie, like lothsome weed.
SON. LXXX.
VVHo sees in common view of humaine kind,
The exild captiue-state of sinfull man,
Sold vnto death (which only ransome can,
Appease the wrath for fall of parents blind)
May (if he be of faithfull number) proue
A greater comfort then he can expresse,
To see himselfe, whose sinnes these plagues do moue,
Freed from th'eternall death, whilst nerethelesse,
The wicked reprobate, who not confesse
Their fall, nor feele the fauours Christians wan,
Headlong proceed, in path first parents ran,
And to the double death, themselues addresse:
But happier he ten thousand times shall find,
His weakest state, then their great gifts of mind.
SON. LXXXI.
VVho giues may take, we ought not to repine,
Both wealth, and ease, yea life also by right,
God giueth all, all things are in his might,
And he can send and will, good end in fine:
Why should we then grudge any thing to beare,
That he doth send? or nigardly bestow
Our liues or goods? since to that vse they were
Giuen vs, as nature teacheth vs to know.
The great increase of fruite the same doth show,
Which from one graine produced is in sight,
(Which as thing cast away appeares to light,
Till he (by blessing his) doe make it grow)
Which should our hearts to faith in him incline,
And not distrusting seeke for farther signe.
SON. LXXXII.
OVr blinded natures that cannot foresee
Th'effect of nature, or what may succeed
Of actions ours, this error forth doth breed,
That we th'euent, by chance suppose to bee▪
To vs they may in deed by hap befall,
(As things beyond our skill or powre to stay)
But (as Gods works) chance can we not them call,
Or fortunes deed, or hap as we vse say:
God doth foresee, and guide each thing the way
It shall proceede, and he doth giue the speed,
That doth insue, and present are indeed,
Things past and future, as they stand or stray:
Him as true cause of all things wee agree
To be, and from all chance or fortune free.
SON. LXXXIII.
IT is a thing we lightly do neglect,
And yet a thing (me thinkes) we most should feare,
As which within our conscience still doth beare
A witnesse of our guilt, and foule infect:
When we by fame do find our spotted name,
(The greatest plague a man on earth may find,
The hardest witnesse of our worthy shame,
And sorest censurer of deed or mind)
Yet so selfe-loue doth iudgement often blind,
Or ignorance our natiue reason bleare,
That what is said or thought, by whom or where,
We little care, but let it passe as wind;
Though prouerbe truely say, by fames affect,
Gods iudgement lightly doth a truth detect.
SON. LXXXIIII.
IF common fame be lightly, likely found,
And fame for ill be such vnhappinesse,
Then this (me thinkes) a man must needs confesse,
That ill report (from persons good) doth wound.
If by report, much more if poore opprest,
If innocents, if they to God complaine,
If vengeance they do call, to haue redrest,
The griefes and agonies they do sustaine:
If God (as so he hath) hath witnest plaine,
That he will heare their cries whom men oppresse,
And will his care of them herein expresse,
That their complaints and cryes turne not in vaine;
What yron age is this, that such a sound
Of cryes against oppression doth abound?
SON. LXXXV.
MY younger thoughts do wish me to withstand
The graue aduise, which grace with loue doth lend
Their rash decrees to tyranny do bend:
These wish me (wisely) note the cause in hand;
The safe possession of a crowne in peace,
By abstinence a while, and patience vsd:
Sinnes power to shew, the others vrge, ne cease
To say, that pleasures should not be refusd:
The worser part my soule had almost chusd,
And for the pleasures which an houre doth send,
(And to eternall bondage after tend)
I bin by law and reason both accusd:
But since thy goodnesse Lord gaue blessed land,
Keepe in thy lawes my fleshly subiects band.
SON. LXXXVI.
ALas, how watchfull and how diligent
We are to further euery fond desire:
How slow againe to thing God doth require,
And how against the haire, good motions went.
Full many more solicitors we find,
To satisfie each trifle flesh doth craue,
Then to the things good conscience would vs bind,
And which (as duties) God in lawe vs gaue:
The wit, will, memorie we readie haue
To blow the bellowes of affections fire;
The soule may drenched perish in the mire
Of fleshly thoughts, ere any seeke to saue,
Or spare one minute (which is fondly spent)
To succour it, though it to good were bent.
SON. LXXXVII.
WE haue bene babes, babes yet by nature we,
Vnskilfull, ignorant of heauenly law,
And babe-like should be then in feare and awe
To God, by whom create and rulde we be:
Weake food best fits weake stomacks (as is sayd)
And charitie would wish true weaknesse beare;
Like strength to all Gods wisedome hath denayd,
But by long sucking t'were fit we stronger weare:
Nothing to beare away, though much we heare,
To speake of faith, which forth no fruites can draw,
To feed with greedinesse the bodies maw,
And yet no spirituall strength to let appeare,
Is signe the soule is dead, in thee or mee:
For liuing trees, by kindly fruit we see.
SON. LXXXVIII.
NOt euery action which to happie end
A man doth bring, is token as I find
Of goodnesse in the doer, though our mind
And common sense some reason so pretend:
The deed which meriteth (for vertue) prayse,
Must be premeditate in will before,
Indeuour'd lawfully, and which bewrayes,
No priuate obiect or respect we bore;
And God himselfe things iudgeth euer more,
Not by effects, as men of wisedome blind,
But by intentions faithfull, honest, kind,
Of such as doing them his aide implore:
He issue doth to actions different send,
As he to greater good (euer ill) will bend.
SON. XCIX.
IF God should measure vs as we deserue,
(For each offence, requiting equally)
His iustice we, with horror should espie,
From which excuse (to shield vs) could not serue:
But iustice his by holy bound restraind,
Of mercie, which doth waighour weake estate,
A proper counterpoise for vs hath gaind,
Whilst iustis wrath, Christs mercy doth abate;
His Sonne our Sauiour, doth set ope a gate
To safetie, by the pardon he did bye,
With bloud most innocent, lest we should die,
Guilty of sin, which iustice needs must hate.
Thus we (by faith) cannot be sayd to swarue,
Our faults are his, of merits his we carue.
SON. XC.
IT is a custome that deserueth blame,
And ouer common with vs now adayes,
That euery man his fault on other layes,
And some excuse for euery euill frame,
And rather then we will the burden beare:
We lay on God (whose prouidence rules all)
The cause of what, our wicked natures were
Producers of, with wilfull bitter gall.
Thus from one sin to other we do fall,
And haires herein our nature vs bewrayes,
Of parent first, who his offence denaies,
And rather God, wife, serpent guilty call,
Then to confesse his proper free will lame,
And by repentance praise Gods holy name.
SON. XCI.
HOw can he be the author held of ill,
Who goodnesse is it selfe, and onely true?
To whom alone perfection still is due,
And all the world, with goodly workes doth fill?
It is not God, it is our selues alas,
That doth produce these foule affects of sin,
Our sickly nature, first infected was,
And lacking tast of truth, delights therein:
Our deeds in vs, how fowle so'ere they haue bin,
What good soeuer of them doth insue,
That part is Gods, our corrupt nature drue,
The worser part; and flesh, death snares did spin,
And euen our deeds, the which our soules do kill,
Are good to God, and worke his glorie still.
SON. XCII.
DOth any man desire his life to mend,
And that of sin he might a lothing finde?
Let him but on his actions looke behinde
Forepast, and see where to they most did bend:
Let him on others looke with equall view,
And note deformitie of lothfull sin,
Let reason (not affections) tell him true,
The brickle state himselfe to fore was in;
As doctrine, that to penitence doth win,
And true repentance, one of honest mind,
When he in other sees affects so blind,
As he in reason thinks could not haue bin:
Such as him selfe ashameth to defend,
And to be guiltlese off, he would pretend.
SON. XCIII.
I Haue desir'd, and held as chiefe delight,
To lead my life, where mirth did alwaies dwell,
From soule, so sorrow thinking to repell,
In feast and sport so past I day and night:
But if (as oft there did) a dismall chance
Befall, whereby I found some cause of griefe,
I was amaz'd, dispair'd, and as in trance,
No comfort found, or meanes to giue reliefe:
My former ioyes prouoked sorrow chiefe,
I loathd the thoughts before did please so well,
My meditations then of death befell,
And of worlds pleasures, which were vaine & chiefe,
Which made me chāge my former humor quight,
For teares, cares, sorrows, still to be in sight.
SON. XCIIII.
SInce we are found (if we our selues do know)
To be a barren ground and good for nought,
Vnlesse by husbandrie we will be brought,
To aptnesse for some good whereon to growe:
Since preachers are the husbandmen ordaind,
And preaching of the Prophets is the seed,
By whose indeuors onely frute is gaind,
Of holy life, the which our faith doth feed;
Me thi [...]kes it should a greater aptnesse breed,
In tennants to this soule, which Christ hath bought,
To haue it so manurde and daily wrought,
As it might grow to betterd state indeed,
And yeeld some crop of goodnesse, which might show
The thankfull hearts, which we to God do owe.
SON. XCV.
WHen I behold the trauell and the payne,
Which wicked men in euill actions bide,
What hazards they assay to goe aside,
When with more ease, they vertue might attaine:
How theeues and murtherers such boldnesse vse,
Such watchfull painefull meanes their wills to win,
As euen religious men do oft refuse,
To tast of like, though they would faine begin.
I finde too true, that we are sold to sin,
And that the bodie doth the spirit guide,
That reason yeelds to sense, and sense doth hide
Lust in his liking, which doth forward slide
From ill to worse and neuer doth refraine
Sin, which may sin; nor paine, which paine may gain.
SON. XCI.
SInce nothing is more certaine then to dye,
Nor more vncertaine, then the time and howre,
Which how to know, is not in Phisickes powre:
Yet nature teacheth it, to be but nie;
For that death stealeth on vs like a thiefe,
And nothing liuing is exempt therefro,
His malice to preuent, is wisedome chiefe,
That vnprouided he not take vs so:
As that on sodaine he appeare a foe,
And vs compulsiuely he do deuowre,
That God by him in wrath doe seme to lowre,
And that to death, (not life) we seeme to goe;
Soe let vs liue that death we dare defie,
Since heauens eternall life, we gaine thereby.
SON. XCVII.
GReat are the graces God in man doth show,
All tending chiefly to soules proper gaine,
That by some meanes at length he might attaine
To higher thoughts, from earthly base and low:
Yet since no benefits we do receaue,
Can so assure vs of his loue indeed,
That loue of world, and earth they can bereaue,
And make our minds on heauenly ioy to feed;
Much lesse a new desire in vs can breed,
To win the heauens by losse of life so vaine,
This common way by death he made remaine,
Ineuitable to all humane seed;
By force those heauenly ioyes to make vs know,
Which after death in lasting life shall grow.
SON. XCVIII.
MIght Elizeus wish allow'd be,
And prayer blest, which Salomon did make,
And canst thou then thy trauell vndertake,
For worthier prize then they haue showne to thee?
Sure heauenly wisedome earthly wisedome teacheth;
Such wisedome findeth grace with God and man,
Who seeks these first, God plenteously him reacheth
All other earthly gifts, he wisht or can:
That will I seeke, that will I studie than,
No plenty shall my thirst therafter slake,
With Elizeus will I alwayes wake,
And watch the Prophets wayes, and manner whan
My Sauiour doth ascend, that I may see
His glory, [...]and he his grace redouble'in mee.
SON. XCIX.
LOng do the wicked runne a lawlesse race,
Vncrost and vncontrolled in their will;
Their appetites at pleasure they do fill,
And thinke themselues to be in happie case:
But stay a while, and let me see the end,
(Which crowneth euery good and perfect deed)
And you shall find their slipperie way to bend
To ruine, if in time they take not heed:
For earthly ease securitie doth breed,
Securitie, the soule doth lightly kill,
It breeds forgetfulnesse of God, and still
Doth quench the spright and body pampering feed;
Who therefore doth delights too much imbrace,
Among the blest, may hap to lose his place.
SON. C.
LIke as the sunne whose heat so needfull is,
Produceth daily different effects,
According to the nature of obiects,
Which hardneth that, yet molifieth this:
So doth the Gospell preached, euen the same;
It makes some to repent and melt in teares,
Some stubborne hearts repine, and cauils frame
To quarrell at, and scorne such needlesse feares:
The lowly heart, in ioy and hope it reares,
The haughty mind, as low assoone deiects,
In zealous hearts it neighbour-loue reflects,
Whiles other conscience, spight and rankor beares:
The natiue powre it keepes of perfect blisse,
And holy heat consuming all amisse.
EPIL.
TEmpt me no more to dwell in Cedar tents,
Pauilions of Princes and of pride,
My tickle strength is dayly like to slide,
And makes my bodie do what soule repents:
My yeares forwarne me to forbeare annoy,
In liked things which do the senses feed,
In costly colours, gems, or games to ioy,
Or stately troopes, or honors fruitlesse seed.
For passed vanities my heart doth bleed,
And vowed hath the resting time I bide,
(If God in constancie my heart shall guide)
Some ryper fruits on former soyle to breed;
Which graunt me Lord, that so thy seruant I,
May in thy Courts remaine, and flesh defye.
AN INTRODVCTION TO PECVLIAR PRAYERS.
TO thee (ô Lord) who only knowst my sin,
And only able art, my state redresse,
To thee alone my plaints directed bin,
To thee my guilt alone I do confesse:
In hope thy gracious aide at need to win,
Who giuest me grace, these prayers to addresse:
My words can not expresse, My inward griefe,
My deedes declare too well my true disease,
Yet doubt I not to craue of thee reliefe,
Because thy Sonne did first thy wrath appease:
These are my wants, and many more then these,
But of them all, vnfaithfulnesse is chiefe:
Yet as repentant thiefe, On crosse found grace,
Vouchsafe my plaints with mercie to imbrace.
SON. CI. Craues grace to pray.
O Powrefull God in Christ our father deare,
Who mad'st and rul'st all things euen by thy will,
Whose truth and loue, the heauens and earth do fill,
Vouchsafe my will to frame, and prayers heare,
Touch thou my heart, my blinded iudgement cleare,
That sorrow for my sinnes may teares distill:
Let true repentance kill. All carnall lust,
Let purpose to amend, my soule direct,
To craue thy aide, who only canst protect
Mans feeble strength from thoughts, words, deeds vniust:
Fraile is mans powre and will, his substance dust,
His purest actions, hourely it detect;
Yet do thou not reiect, Thy worke in me,
Who craue a will to pray, and faithfull be.
SON. CII. Salutation of the Church.
HAile sacred seat of Gods eternall peace,
Where all his blessings kept in treasure are,
Twixt soule and bodie, which accords the iarre,
And causest cumbers of discord to cease;
From wandring worldly thoughts, thou doest release
My doubtfull hope, which sought for help from farre:
In Sathans fiercest warre A bulwarke strong,
In natures hote assault a sure defence,
An Arke of safety for our feeble sence,
A watchmans towre to those to thee belong,
A harmony of heauenly musicks song:
Kind shepherd to the soule, which strayes not thence,
For still with sweet insence Thy lights do flame,
And Christ thy Priest & Captaine gards the same.
SON. CIII. For constancie.
ALas ô Lord, how fraile the flesh I find;
How readie to reuolt vnto distrust;
How willing to seeke helpe in flesh vniust;
Vngratefull fruit of gracelesse humane kind,
Which harboreth such monsters in the mind,
As soule and bodie both needs ruine must:
Like wauering sand or dust, With winds which moue,
From good to ill, from ill to worse we fall,
We haue not sooner grace for helpe to call,
And budding faith thy mercies for to proue,
But weary long to seeke our ioyes aboue,
We quench this spright, and haue no helpe at all:
The perill is not small, (Lord) I am in,
Inflame the faith, and zeale thou didst begin.
SON. CIIII. For faith.
SInce thus myselfe I find to be vncleane,
Vnfit to bide before Gods iustice throne,
Who recompence for sinne accepteth none,
But to the rigor of desert doth leane,
To fly to thee my Sauiour Christ I meane,
Who paydst my debt sufficiently alone:
I need but make my mone To thee I know,
For thou art readie to relieue my want,
Thy fathers loue, and thy obedience brant
With zeale, thy mercies on vs to bestow:
Whereof since faith the vse to vs must show,
And as it is more feruent or more scant,
More powrefull is to dant Deaths bitter sting,
craunt faith may prayers frame, & comfort bring.
SON. CV. For grace to iudge of good & euill.
AMidst these dangerous dayes wherein I liue,
Poore silly Orphane distitute of skill,
By parents fall forlorne, by nature ill,
Craue grace of thee ô Lord: and therwith giue,
Powre to my weaknesse sin away to driue,
That so I may thee serue and honour still:
Reforme my feeble will, And it incline,
To haue henceforth a wise and solide tast,
Of truth and falshod; let my choyse be plast
On perfect patterne drawne with vertuous line:
With serpents wisedome let my iudgment shine,
To shun the snares whereto my lust would hast:
Vouchsafe my sute be grast, With help from thee,
Thy word the lampe of light vnto me bee.
SON. CVI. For innocencie in euill.
SInce so simplicitie, thy word doth prayse
(O Lord) as that thy Sonne example gaue
By all his life, and workes that he did craue,
His seruants wherein to direct their wayes,
Like to the babe on mothers breast that stayes,
And sylly Lambes, and doues which no guile haue.
Since he is prest to faue, And to imbrace
The lame, blind, naked, leaporous, reiect;
Since to yeeld health to all, and such protect
As simply do with faith approch the place,
When he in mercies seat doth shew his face,
And prayers heare, and needfull suites effect:
Lord do me not neglect, Poore, silly, blind,
Who meritelesse, yet mercy hope to find.
SON. CVII. Shame of sinne.
HOw could I Lord but be asham'd indeed,
To lift my eyes to thee, to craue for ayde;
When I of thought, word, deed, haue sins displayd,
With multitude of monstrous of springs breed,
The true portrait of Adams carnall seed,
Which made him hide himselfe when he it wayd:
I therefore am affrayd, And shun to show
Vnto the world, the shamefull brood I beare,
Which thoughts do hatch, and vile affections reare;
Too hatefull for a Christian soule to know,
And do so hastily to hugenesse grow,
As vaine it is a figge-tree leafe to weare:
I know no other where My shame to hide,
But with thy merits; or thy wrath to bide.
SON. CVIII. Against defection.
VVHen I (ô Lord) vnto my mind do call,
The fearefull records of the Patriarkes best,
In whom great gifts of grace did seeme to rest,
And yet to foule and fearefull sinnes did fall;
I do deplore the frailty of vs all,
And feare defection euen in those are blest.
And since I am the least, O Lord (alas)
Of many, that in word professe thy name,
And I some feeling tast haue of the same,
Which doth not forward to perfection pas;
It makes me see (as in a looking glasse)
The feeble strength of this my present frame,
Which clogd with sin is lame, And wold look back
To hell (from which I fly) if grace should lack.
SON. CIX. Not to trust in flesh.
WHat trust may I, ô Lord, on flesh repose?
Whose mould is earth, whose substance is but dust,
His thoughts vncleane, his actions all vniust,
As is the stocke of parents, whence it growes;
Whome fraud, vntruth, pride, lust, distrust inclose,
By which (by nature) rul'd wee are and must:
I know the feeble trust, I may expect,
And safety which on such a frame is found;
Where weake foundation is the sand vnsound,
Which may [...]t byde the brunt of stormie day,
When as temptations shall their powre display,
Or yet afflictions vs enuiron round:
Vpon a surer ground, Faith must me build,
And Christ my sauiour so my soule may shield.
SON. CX. Praye for humilitie.
SInce thou ô Lord and Sauiour doest confesse
Thy selfe a true Phi [...]ition, vnto those
Who with humilitie their griefes disclose,
And vnto thee for ayd, by prayers presse;
Vouchsafe thou so my heart to thee addresse,
That on thy helpe alone my faith repose.
Vouchsafe my sight vnlose, Make me to see
The naked show of natures powre and shame;
Let me behold my workes, weake, lewd, and lame;
And let my heart with sorrow pierced be,
And pressed downe, procure such mone in me,
As may in fine repentance truely frame:
That humbly so thy name, I may adore,
And faithfully in fine thy helpe implore,
SON. CXI. For Comfort in affliction.
LEaue me not Lord, most humbly I thee craue,
In this distresse, whereto my sinsme bring,
VVhich headlong vnto hell, my soule would fling,
And make me thinke, there were no powre could [...]aue
My wretched state from deaths eternall graue,
Which poysoned is by Satans deadly sting▪
But teach thou me to sing, O Lord thy praise,
Amids thy saints which see thy mercies still,
With ioy and comfort do my courage fill:
Once Lord my soule, which yet in terror staies,
Make me to bend vnto thy will my waies,
And frame my powers vnto thy holy will:
The powre of Satan kill, And so increase
My soule with comfort of thy lasting peace.
SON. CXII. I [...] prosperity not to forsake God.
THe more ô Lord I see before my face,
The daily blessings, which thow doest bestow
On me vnworthie wretch, who well do know,
How farre affections vile in me haue place:
The more I see, iust cause to call for grace,
Lest for abuse of them thou vengance s [...]ow;
For then most soone we grow, For to forget
The giuer, when the giftes we once haue gaind,
Ingratitude our natures so hath staind,
Thy greatest blessing we most lightly set,
So far we are from paying praise for debt,
VVe do forget the nurse vs fed and wainde:
As Israell not refraind, Thee most t'offend,
VVhen most thou them didst feed & comfort send.
SON. CXIII. Mans Sorrow for sin.
I Must commend the thing the world doth hate,
And like the thing that flesh and bloud detest;
The cares and griefes by which I was opprest,
Which made me see and know my wretched state:
Wisdome is dearely bought, but not too late;
Who tasts true frute of care, knowes cumfort best:
Make me then Lord disgest each bitter pill,
Which for correction of my sin is sent:
Purge thou thereby, my drosse, make me repent
Each lewd affect offensiue to thy will:
A new and better nature Lord in still,
Which to thy seruice alwaies may be bent:
With sorrow often rent, My hardoned heart,
And let repentance purchase cure of smart.
SON. CXIIII. For true feare.
FEare is a frailtie knowne to humane kind,
Which witnesseth a guilt where it doth dwell:
Since Adams fall, his ofspring knew it well,
And euery man in conscience doth it find;
It takes possession in atroubled mind,
And (if grace want) dispaire driues downe to hell:
Yet these thy praises tell, O Lord they shall,
Who danted for their frailties, do require
Grace to resist their lustes, and doe aspire
For strength of true perfection for to call,
And haue a feare of sin (though neare so small)
For loue of right, as well as shunning ire,
Kindle their loue with fire, Sprinkle it with feare,
That incense of obedient smoke it reare.
SON. CXV. Sorow for coldnesse of compassion.
I Feele ô Lord, and sorrow for the same,
The slender feeling, and compassion small,
The which I haue of neighbours case at all;
Which to assist their states my heart should frame,
Who with my lips, professe a Christian name,
But stop my eares when they for help do call,
So easily we fall, And do forgett,
The lesson which our Maister Christ vs gaue,
Who vs with mourners to lament would haue,
And on our brothers good, chiefe care should set:
But selfe-loue and cold charitie, doth let
No frute of faith proceed, though neighbour craue:
Yet thou didst freely saue Me wretch cleane lost,
Whose life the blud of thy deare Sonne hath cost.
SON. CXVI. For Patience.
WHen I ô Lord in troubles sore opprest,
My heauie state with carefull thoughts do way,
Which hope of happie issue doth denay,
A [...]d frailtie of the flesh can scarse digest;
I onely find here in at length some rest,
When on thy mercy promised I stay;
And when from day to day, I see with shame,
My new offences, which do trespasse thee,
And note how long thy iudgements spared me,
Which iustly might burst forth in vengeance flame;
Ye when my Sauiours sufferings show the same,
Which ought a rule to his elect to be:
I craue that I might see, Like fruites of grace,
So that impatience hold in me no place.
SON. CXVII. For continuance of Gods word.
THe greatest plague that I see cause to feare,
To such as I, who haue so carelesse bin,
By reading and by preaching, for to win
True knowledg, which our harts to thee might reare
Is, lest thy Prophets sound should so forbeare
To preach thy word, that we should dwell in sin:
And wallowing therein, We should delight
In ignorance (the headlong path to hell)
And wickedly in carnall tents to dwell;
And so surcease with sinne, or lust to fight:
Grant therfore (Lord) thy sword may alwaies smight
My soule, till sinne it from me cleane expell:
Let Prophets alwaies tell To vs thy will,
And keepe vs vnder thy obedience still.
SON. CXVIII. For grace to bring forth fruits.
ALthough (ô Lord) I do as truth confesse,
No powre in humane art that can thee please;
That all polluted are with first disease
Of sinne originall, which did transgresse
By parents fall, and workes in vs no lesse,
On whom by iust succession sindoth cease:
Yet since Christ doth appease The penance due,
By bearing burden on his backe for me,
And faith herein sufficeth me to free;
Which faith must fruitfull be if it be true,
And workes of grace regenerate insue,
Which perfect pledge of safetie ought to bee:
I craue (ô Lord) of thee, From day to day,
To guide my steps vnto a righteous way.
SON. CXIX. Aide in conflict with sin.
VVEake are my Chāpions Lord which fight with sin;
I meane my will, and powre which take in hand,
The furie of their assaults for to withstand,
And victory of him do hope to win:
Some signe it is of courage, to begin
To fight, but cowards part to leaue the land.
I faine would come in band, And leige would make
With thee my Sauiour, ere I be assayld:
No other comfort euer man auayld,
But trust in thee, when troubles them did take;
Thou helpst thy flocke, thou dost not them forsake,
If so their faith in thee be nothing quayld:
No sillable is fayld Of all thy word,
Thy truth sub dues the force of wrathfull sword.
SON. CXX. Comfort in affliction.
VVHy do we not reioyce, whilst Christ we haue
Our bridgrome, wedded sure to faithfull band?
His owne free liking made our merit stand,
And by his word, his loue to vs he gaue;
First pledge wherof was Baptisme, which forth draue
Our feare, and lent a gracious helping hand.
And that in sacred land We might be free,
And there possession haue of endlesse rest,
His Testament he made, and with the blest,
Our heritage (by faith) he made vs see:
He signd the writ with his assurance best,
Of bread and wine, which might a Simboll bee,
His corps nayld on the tree, For our discharge
From sin, hell, death, which sets our soule at large.
CONCLVSION.
THough long (my soule) thou banished hast bin,
From place of thy repose, by tyrants might;
By world and worldly cares, by flesh, wherein
Thy wandring thoghts haue dazeld iudgemēts sight:
Learne yet at length to guide thy course aright,
Vnto that end which must begin thy rest;
Learne once for shame, so constantly to fight
Against affections, which please fancie best,
That all vnfruitfull thoughts thou maist detest,
And hold those common pleasures, combers great,
Whose issue, age and time with ruine threat,
VVhen death vnlookt for, seemes a fearefull guest,
Retire thy selfe, as wise Barzilla did,
From worldly cares, thy purer thoughts to rid.