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To rest on them and theirs, lewes who did cry,
For Christ's contemned bloud, had what they sought;
"Then bloud, no burden with more weight doth lye,"
Even as they his, so was their orethrow wrought:
They by the Roman power did make him dye,
And them the Roman power to ruine brought:
Whil'st for their cause, God every thing had curst,
Rome's mildest emperour prov'd for them the worst.

Then did the world's delight her terrour prove,
And harmes perform'd fore-told by sacred breath:
Nought rested where the stately city stood,
Save heapes of horrour rais'd of dust and bloud.

As weigh'd by God, still ballanc'd hangs this round,
Which sinne (grown heavy) now quite downward
beares;

Exhausted courage, horrour shall confound,
Till Hope's high towers rest all oreflow'd with feares:
All shall together fall, as by one wound,
Not having time to flye, no, not for teares.
On day as night (as on the wearied sleepe)

Jerusalem the faire, Iehovah's love,
Repudiated by disdainefull wrath,

A bastard race did beare, whom nought could move; Death steales on life, and judgement's way doth

A vile adultresse violating faith;

sweep.

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So are all those of this which I proclaime,
A puffe, a glance, a shadow, or a dreame.

Those temporall plagues are but small smokes of ire,
To breach a breast which is not arm'd with faith,
And are when God due vengeance doth require,
Of indignation drops, weake sparkes of wrath;
As lightning is to Hell's eternall fire,
Or to a tempest huge, a little breath.

All clearely see who life's short race doe rinne,
Though this last judgement they would not admit,
That fatall doome inflicted first for sinne,
Which (whilst not look'd for) doth most certaine hit,
And of all soules the processe doth beginne;
For straight when death arrests, the fudge doth sit.
To beare this charge, all fortifie the minde,
"As death us leaves, so judgement shall us finde.”

Death each man daily sees, but none fore-sees,
The wage of sinne, the iubilee of cares,
First judgement threatned base corruption's lees,
Inheritance that serves all Adam's heires,
And marshalling (not partiall) all degrees,
The charge enjoyn'd for no respect that spares;
What agues, wounds, thoughts, pains, all breaching
breath,

Are heraulds, serjeants, vshers, posts of Death.

Death dores to enter at, and darts to wound,
Hath as the Heaven hath starres, or sea hath sands;
What though not sicke, not stab'd, not choak'd,
burnt, drown'd,

Age, matchlesse enemy, all at last commands?
O what designes the emperour pale doth bound,
Built of bare bones, whose arch triumphall stands !
Ah, for one's errour, all the world hath wept,
The golden fruit, a leaden dragon kept.

Then since Sinne's hang-man, nature's utter foe,
By whom true life is found, life's shadow lost,
A thousand fancies interrupting so,
When least expected, doth importune most:
Haste, haste your reck'nings, all must pay, and goe,
Guests of the world, poore passengers that post,
"And let us strive (a change thus wisely made)
To dye alive, that we may live when dead."

All thinke whil'st sound, what sicknesse may succeed,
How in the bed imprison'd ye may be,
When every object loathsomnesse doth breed,
Within, without, that soule, or eyes can see,
To trembling nature, which still death doth dread,
Whil'st griefe paints horrour in a high degree,
The body in the bed, thoughts in it roule,
The conscience casting up a bitter scroule.

But when th' externall powers begin to faile,
That neither tongue can give, nor eares receive,
Friends (wretched comforters) retir'd to waile,
To agonize the soule alone doe leave,
Which Sathan straight with squadrons doth assaile,
Then bent to force whom first he did deceive; 、
Who once entic'd, then to accuse beginnes,
To wakened soules upbraiding buried sinnes.

That fatall conflict which all flesh doth feare,
By helpes from Heaven, which foughten out, and

wonne,

Whil'st soules to Heaven triumphing angels beare,
This mortall race magnanimously runne:
Of them that are to decke the highest sphere,
The soule shall shine more glorious then the Sunne.
Whil'st cloath'd with righteousnesse, a Priest, a
King,

Hell, where 's thy victory, Death, where thy sting?

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When God in us no kinde of good could see,
Save that which his, we not our owne could call,
Great was his favour, making us to be
Even ere we were, much lesse deserv'd at all;
What? since in us affection must be free,
Who dare presume to make our Maker's thrall?
He first us freely made, when nought, of nought,
And (when sinne's slaves) with his own bloud us
bought.

Though sometime some, inspir'd by God, we see,
The fruit, not root of mercie's saving tree, [ceeds;
Do gratefull, yea, not meritorious deeds;
Which was Christ's crosse whence all our rest pro-
As owing most, they should most humble be,
To him whose grace in them such motions breeds;
From whom so good a minde, and means, they had,
Where others were abandon'd to be bad.

The Lord to those whose souls produce his seale,
Doth give good things, as who them justly owes,
Bound by his promise, pleaded with true zeale;
Which all the arguments of wrath orethrows,
Whil'st they from it to mercy do appeale,
Which justifies all that repentance shows;
God sinnes confess'd with griefe, with joy forgives,
That which faith humbly seeks, power freely gives.

He who (when pilgrims) all their trouble sees,
The faithfull souls from danger doth secure;
And them from fetters of corruption frees,
As griev'd that mortals should such griefe endure;
But now for them (whom he to save decrees)
He shall true rest perpetually assure,

At that great court which must determine all,
Even till Christ rise as Iudge, from Adam's fall.

Their bloud, which tyrants (by evill angels led)
Like worthlesse waters lavish'd on the dust,
From out the altar cries, all that was shed,
From Abel till (and since) Zachary the just,
To see the wicked with confusion cled,
When judg'd by him in whom they would not trust.
"The sorrow of his saints doth move God much:
No sweeter incense then the sighs of such."

God is not slack as worldings do suppose,
But onely patient, willing all to winne;
Time's consummation quickly shall disclose
The period of mortality and sinne,
And for the same his servants to dispose,
Else charg'd by signes the processe doth begin,
Signes which each day upbraid us with the last,
Few are to come, some present, many past.

What fatall warnings do that time presage,
A due attendance in the world to breed:
(Though oftner now) some us'd in every age,
And some more monstrous, straight the day preceed:
Ah! flie the flames of that encroaching rage,
And arme against these terrours that succeed:
For whom the first not frights, the last confounds,
As whilst the lightning shines, the thunder wounds.

Whilst threatning worldlings with the last deluge,
Old Noah scorne acquir'd, but never trust:
Though building in their sight his owne refuge,
So were the people blinde with pride and lust;
And ere the coming of the generall Iudge,
To damne the bad, and justifie the just,
Even when the tokens come, which Christ advis'd,
As Noah's then, Christ's words are now despis❜d.

As life's last day hath unto none beene showne,
That still (attending death) all might live right:
So that great iudgement's day is kept unknowne,
To make us watch, as Christ were still in sight;
Like virgins wise with oyle still of our owne,
That when the bridegroome comes, we want not light.
"Live still, as looking death should us surprise,
And go to beds, and graves, as we would rise."

O what great wonder that so few are found,
Whom those strange signes make griev'd, or glad,
appeare!
[found,
Though that day haste which should their souls con-
Or from corruption make them ever cleare.
If holy Ierome thought he heard the sound
Of that great trumpet thundring in his eare,
What jealous cares should in our brests be lodg'd,
Since greater sinners, nearer to be judg'd?

When will to man, or rather man to will,
Was freely given, straight discord did begin:
Though brethren borne, th' one did the other kill,
Of those who first were made life's race to runne.
Thus striving (as it seem'd) who did most ill,
The father fell, the sonne did sink in sinne.
Love Adam lost, but Cain did kindle wrath,
The author breeding, th' actor bringing death.
Thus at the first contentious worldlings jarr'd,
Of all the world when onely two were heires;
And when that nations were, then nations warr'd,
Oft sowing hopes, and reaping but despaires;
Base avarice, pride, and ambition marr'd
All concord first, and fram'd death divers snares:
"Though as a winde soone vanish doth our breath;
We furnish feathers for the wings of death."

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"The sprite (when God the souls of men converts) Doth move the teachers' tongues, the hearers' hearts."

STIRLING'S POEMS.

The south was first of soveraigntie the seat, From whence it springing, spread to neighbouring parts,

And then some states did strive how to be great,
By morall vertues, and by martiall arts,
Till colder climats did controll that heat,
Both showing stronger hands, and stouter hearts.
And whilst each prince was onely prais'd as strong,
The way to greatnesse, went by ruine long.

The light of Heaven first in the east did shine,
Then ranno the course kept by the earthly light,
And did (as zeale in realmes) rise, and decline,
Still giving day to some, to others night,
The faith of man yet toil'd it to refine,
And left no land till loath'd, not forc'd, no flight,
Christ's light did still amongst the Gadarens shine,
Till to his presence they preferr'd their swine.

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But when that onely soile too narrow seem'd, To bound God's glory, or to bound his grace; The Gentiles' soules from Sathan he redeem'd, The bastard bands as lawfull were esteem'd; And unto Shem's did joyne of laphet's race: The strangers entred in the children's place. Who had beene infidels imbrac'd the faith, Whilst mercie's minious vessels were of wrath.

Who saw not lacob's fault, nor Israel's sinne:
That chosen flock whom to himself he drew,
When we regener'd, they degener'd grew;
To lend us light their darknesse did begin. [slew.
Yea, worse then we when worst, God's saints they
And when that his wine-yard they entred in,
They first his servants kil'd, and then his soune,
Nought grows more fast then mischiefe when
begun."

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Sonnes of the second match whom Christ should
Ah, brag not you as heritours of grace: [crowne,
And we (wilde olives) planted in their place.
The naturall branches they were broken downe,
Feare, feare, lest seas of sinnes our soules do drowne,
Shall he spare us who spar'd not Abram's race?
As they for lack of faith, so may we fall;
"What springs in some, is rooted in us all."

Till ours be full though Israel's light lyes spent,
Our light shall once them to salvation leade;
Is God like man that he should now repent,
The lews shall have a church, and him their head.
That promise which to Abram's seed was made?
For his great harvest ere that Christ be bent,
Both Jews and Gentiles once, one church shall prove.
We feare their law, they shall our gospell love.

This sigue it seemes might soone accomplish'd be,

Were not where now remaines that race of Shems,

The Gentiles' dregges, and idols which they see,
Makes them loath all, for what their law condemnes;
To be baptisde yet some of them agree, [temnès;
Whil'st them their mates, their mates the world con-
And why should we not seek to have them sav'd,
Since first from them salvation we receiv'd?

Even then there was a falling from the faith:
When the evangell most toil'd souls to winne,
The antichrist his kingdome did begin
To poyson souls, yet, ere the day of wrath,
Once shall perdition's childe, that man of sinne,
Be to the world reveal'd, a prey to death.
God may by tyrants scourge his church when griev'd,
Yet shall the scourge be scourg'd, the church reliev'd.

The antichrist should come with power and might,
Thus Sathan seemes an angell oft of light,
By signes and wonders to delude the eyes:
That who the truth contemn'd, may trust in lyes:
And this with justice stands, even in God's sight,
That he in darknesse fall, the light who flyes:
66 And, oh! this is the uttermost of ill,
When God abandons worldlings to their will."

Should straight himselfe extoll by Sathan's wit,
This adversary of Christ's heavenly word,
And of iniquity no meanes omit,
Over all that is call'd God, or is ador'd;
Though worthy of the world to be abhorr'd;
He in the church of God, as God, shall sit:

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Now in the dangerons dayes of this last age,
When as he knowes Christ doth to come prepare,
The Divell shall like a roaring lyon rage,
Still catching soules with many a subtile snare,
Whil'st his fierce wrath no mischiefe can asswage,
Some by presumption fall, some by despaire,
And if this time not shortened were, deceiv'd,
God's chosen children hardly could be sav'd.
Some for a glorious use who once did serve,
As starres to th' eyes, cleare lights of soules es-
teem'd,
[swerve,

Loe (stumbling blockės) from their first course did
Not what they were, eise were not what they seem'd,
And justly damn'd (light's foes) as they deserve,
From darknesse more shall never be redeem'd: 4

All just to seeme, not be, their wits shall wrest, Not bent to edifie, but to contest.

Some signes are gone, which registred were found,
To rouze the world before that dreadfull blast;
But, ah! what all now see, and I must sound,
I wish they were to come, or else were past;
Those signes, those sinnes I sing, doe warne, shall
This age, too ag'd, and worthy to be last. [wound
It signes that shadow'd were, doth so designe,
I must historifie, and not divine.

That his should warie be, Christ gave advice,
Since thousands were to be seduc'd by lyes;
The Divell (whil'st all adore their owne device)
Doth taint men's hearts, or else upbraid their eyes,
The froth of vertue, and the dregs of vice,
Which onely last, the world's last time implyes.
Not griev'd, no, not asham'd, of sinne some vaunt;
Impiety doth so vaine mindes supplant.

Men with themselves so much in love remaine,
They poore within, without themselves adorne,
And (if not gorgeous) garments doe disdaine,
Though the first badge of bondage that was borne,
Yet pampred bodies, famish'd soules retaine,
Which seeke the shadow, and the substance scorne.
"Ere high advanc'd, all once must humble prove,
Those first themselves must loath, whom God will

love."

The greatest number now prophanely sweares,
And dare to brawle, or jest, name God in vaine,
Yet that Heaven thunder, or th' Earth burst, not
feares,

Lest so they crush'd or swallowed should remaine :
Some vomit forth (polluting purer eares)
Words which them first, and others after staine,
Of Sathan's seed doe show a mighty growth."
"A filthy tongue, and a blasphemous mouth,

That avarice which the apostle told, [sway,
When as the world declines, men's mindes should
Doth rage so now, that even their God for gold,
Not onely men, men in our time betray;
To Sathan some for gaine their soules have sold,
Whil'st what their hearts hold truth, their words
gaine-say.

"By Ethnickes once those must condemn'd remaine, Who change religion, worldly things to gaine."

What age ere this so many children saw,
Who with their parents (O unhappy strife)
Doe plead at law, though wronging nature's law,
And helpe to haste their death, who gave them life?
Now vertuous words to vitious deeds doe draw:
The love of God is rare, of pleasure rife: [night,
"This darknesse showes that it drawes neare the
Sinne then must shortly fall, since at the height."

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