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And hell shalbe their place of residence.

Then shall the righteous shine like glorious starres

Within the sphear of heaven ; oppressions, warres, GS

Afflictions, pe?-secutions, iniuries.

Hatred, contempt, & all calamities

Shall be a crowne of honoz^r to invest

Their then trivmphant browes ; etcrnall rest, 72

Perpetuall joy, subject to no mischance,

Shalbe tliek portion & inheritance.

But against him that makes negation
Of principles in art, no disputation 70

Is to be held : deny God, & his "Word
Can smale impression make ; it is the sword
Of iustice which must briug thee to confesse
The powerfull Godhead ; yet I 'le somewhat presse 80
Thy irreligeous minde. Of thy creation
Take but a true consideration ;
For 'tis not I^Tature, as thou dost surmise,
That begets man in soide & quahtics. 81

For thou must know, two parts must first conjoyne
Before we can a perfect man define ;
The soulc, an essence intellectuall.
The body, a substance corporeall ; 88

The fijst we im???ediatly recciue
From love ; the other God to man doth leaue


(As a suTjordinat instrument)

To generat ; 'tis onlie incident

To man, to cause the bodies procreation ;

The soule 's infusde "by heavenly ope?-ation.

Loolce on this -w/th an intellectiiall eye,

And it -will teach thee thcr 's a Diety.

View but the earth, w7//ch doth each year renew

Her drouping beauty, & clean change her hiew

Ypon the Springs approch ; doth it not shew

A supream Power, that governs things belowe 1

Looke on the heavens (v/hich thou shalt ne're ascend,

Vnlesse it be w/th horroz/r to attend

Thie sentence of damnation ;) looke, I say,

Doth not their goodly opifice display

A power 'bove Xature ? Dull conceited foole,

iS^e'er trained vp but in dame Xatures schoole,

Looke in thy selfe, when thou commitst a sinne,

Doth not thy conscience prick thy soule within ]

If that ther be no God, what dost thou fear 1

Why doth remorse of conscience, or dispaire,

Afflict thee thus ] This is enough to prove

(Were there no more) an Elohim, a love.

How canst thou then thus impiously deny

The sacred essence of the Diety 1

Eecant this eTTOiix, least, to all mens wonder,

Revengefull love doe strike thee dead w/th thunder.

Being once granted (this o«r true position)
Ther is a God ; let 's now make inquisition
"What this God is ; w7; ich. must be by relation
Ynto his workes, or else by meer negation
Of what he is not, we may make collection
Of what he is. It is the times infection 1 1
[To b]^e to curious in the mistery .;

Of searching his essentialitie,
'Which, simplie, as too glorious for the eye
' BIS. ^vorn off.



Look at the earth
which, each year
renewing its
beauty, shows a
supreme Power.


Look to the
heavens, and
iU-i they declare a
Being who is
above nature.



Look on yoursdf;
if there is no God
why does con-
science make
you fear ?

This is enongh to
prove there is a


Consider what
God is.



It is the fashion
now to be over
curious in
searching into

[leaf 4]
the Divine Bein?.


God is an intel-
lectual Essence,
omniscient, and
always true.

He made the
earth, the sun,
the moon, and
elements, and
sustains them.

He created man
out of the dust
and left him to
his own free will.

Christ redeemed
man from ever-
lasting punish-
ment, and
restored what
Adam lost.

Man was created
to serve, honour,
and love his

Of mortall vnderstanding to descrie,

We cannot comprehend ; let 's therfore know him

In that sort onlie that the Scriptures shew him. 128

God is an Essence intellectuall,

A perfect Substance incorporeall ;

A Spirit whose being ne're begining knew,

Omnipotent, omniscient, ever true; 132

Or rather, in the abstract : — Majestic,

Truth, mercy, wisdome, power, iustice, glorie ;

Which out of nothing this great world did frame.

And into nothing will rechange the same ; 136

Which, made that glorious eye of heaven, the sunne

To rule the day, and for darke night the moone ;

Which joynes in friendly league each element,

And keeps the sea within his continent ; 140

Which of the dust mans body did create,

Into the wJtich a soule he did translate.

Like his owne image pure ; vntill mans fall,

Left to his owne free-will, polluted all 144

That goodly microcosme ; for the \vJiich deed,

Had not the issue of the promisde seed,

The valiant Lion of stout ludahs tribe,

The gentle Lambe vngentlie crucified, 148

Eedeemd his life, borne his iniquity.

And conquerd Satan & his tyrannie.

He should haue been severely punnished

And everlastingly haue penshed. 152

But now by him, all that make oblation

Of a true faith, assure their soules salvation ;

AVhat the fii'st Adam did by sinne destroy,

The Second hath restorde with duble ioye. 156

But leaving this moste heavenly meditation,
Let 's shew for what effect was mans creation :
It was, it is, to serve this God alone,
■With honoiir, loue, & true devotion. 160

The manner how were somewhat long to write,

SAT. 1.]


The Scripture all liis precei^ts doth recite.

'Which, cause we canwot in all parts fulfill,

In Hew of power he doth except oitv will. 1G4

But man, vngratefull man, this God w/thstandes,

And, like Briareus with, his hundred handcs.

Strives, as it were, to pull him from his throne

W7»'ch gave him heing, & through whom alone 168

lie his well-being has. 0, impious deed,

"\Y7rich to recount my very heart doth bleed !

That wee (like to those giants, w/ifch made warre

Against the heavens) with such presumption dare

Lift vp our selues against our Maker by

So many kinde ' of damnd impietie,

So many hellish sinnes, whose hideous cry

Percing the clowdes, mounting aboue the skie,

Affront Gods power, & doe deserve to finde

Another Deluge to destroy mankinde.

But God, this gracious God, with mercie strives

To bring vs to him & to saue out Hves ;

And therfore hath chalkd out a ready way,

(That we no more might goe so farre astray)

His Gospell ; ^\hich path (if not trod amisse)

"WiU safeHe bring vs to celestiaU blisse.

This profferd grace some see not, some despise,

Although herein alone their safetie lies.

Omitting lewish superstition
With soule-profaning Turkish Alcheron,
And Infidels, which noe religion vse,
"Whose ignorance cannot their sinne excuse :
"We that doe boast of Christianity,
And knowledge in Gods holie misterie,
"With sects & scismes our religion
Have made a chaos of confusion.
0«r Anabaptists I will set aside,

"With Families of Love, whose aimes are wide 196
• MS. tiude

Man strives
against God and
tries to pull Him
from His throne,
[leaf i, back]

Like the fabled
^ giants, we lift up
1 i 2 ourselves against
our Maker.

By our sins we
^ affront Him and
1 / U deserve a second
deluge to destroy


He sent the
Gospel to guide
IS-i us to bliss,

but while some
see it not
others despise it.


We who boa-t of
our Cliristiauity
IJJ have made a
chaos of our
religion by our



[sat. 1.

I will spealc first
of the Puritans
who have become
very numerous,

and cumber the
Church, sticking
as a disease
within her

[leaf 5]

Of their apparent
sanctity tht'y
make a cloak to
hide their

They revile the
sacred orders of
the Church ;

even the bishops
cannot escape
their slanderous

rrom the true faith. There is a trinall kinde
Of seeming good religion, yet I finde
But one to be enibrac'd, w/i/ch must he drawno
From Papist, Protestant, or Puritane.

And first to speake of that pure seeming sect,
'Which now of late heginneth to infect
The body of owe land : — This kinde of men
Is strangelie (for I know not how nor when)
Become so populous, that w/th the number,
But more w^'th new devises, it doth cumber
Our Catholique Church, & sticks as a disease
W/thin her bowels ; whilst it seems to please
With faiued habite of true holinesse
W/r/cli is indeed the worst of wickednesse.
The thought of this hath set my IMuse one fire,
And I must rage e're I can swage mine ire.
You hypocriticall precisians.
By vulgar phrase entitled Puritanes,
Which make of superficial! sanctitie
A cloke, to hide yoiiv inbred villanie ;
You soules-seducers vnto worst of evils,
You seeming saints & yet mcarnat devils,
HoAV dare ye slander o?

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