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A26856) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 43456) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1323:31) Additions to the poetical fragments of Rich. Baxter written for himself and communicated to such as are more for serious verse than smooth. Baxter, Richard, 1615-1691. 76, [2] p. Printed for B. Simmons, London : 1683. In verse. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2004-03 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-04 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-05 Melanie Sanders Sampled and proofread 2004-05 Melanie Sanders Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-07 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ADDITIONS TO THE POETICAL FRAGMENTS , OF Rich , Baxter , Written for himself , and Communicated to such as are more for serious Verse than smooth . LONDON , Printed for B. Simmons at the Three Golden Cocks at the West-end of St. Pauls , 1683. A Supplement TO THE POETICAL FRAGMENTS . I. Grace . GOds perfect Power did this great World Create , Gods perfect Wisdome all in Order Plac't , Gods perfect Goodness made all very Good , But Sin Gods Image on Mans Soul defac't . Power caus'd Necessity , and Wisdome Order , And both by Goodness caused Harmony ; All in one perfect Frame Gods Glory shew , Praise him and please him with pure Melody . Sin could not change Necessity , nor that Disorder which God fixt above Mans reach ; But the Free Lord Free Agents also made , And there by Sin F●●●e-Will did make the breach . This Breach to Man was Punishment it self , For God before had order'd Nature so , That Poyson would cause Pain , & Wounds cause smart ; And Sin to Sinners Misery and Woe . Goodness is Love delighting to do good , Wisdome resolves this fowl breach to repair , And make advantage of Mans Sin and Woe , Iustice and Mercy largely to declare . Hurt is soon done : the Wound was quickly made , The Cure must be performed by degrees : A Saviours Grace must exercised be , Wisdome with Love to do the Work decrees . Mans Soul Incorruptible Substance is Essential Life ; not made it self to die . It s final State then like it self will be , Durable Happyness or Misery . But it is plac't in Corruptible Flesh And the Compounded Frame that 's called Man , Must be dissolv'd ; for Sin hath caused death ; And Flesh must turn to Earth , whence it began ▪ But He who Mans Salvation undertook Is perfect Primitive Life , Light and Love ; And will give Compound Life again to Man , In joyful Glory with Himself above . But as in Nature God great difference made , Stones are not Men ; all have their proper place ; Men are not Stars , and Stars are not the Sun , So he will make great difference in Grace . Man is not helpless left to mear despair , Life is again made possible to all , The former terms of Innocence now cease , Mercies all Sinners to Repentance call . A Law of saving Grace is newly made , All that accept it and consent shall live , Trust but a Saviour for that blessed Life , And he will freely Grace and Glory give . But yet Mans Life on Earth a Warfar is , Gods Grace and Satans Malice daily Fight ; And all that will be Sav'd must overcome ; Sin 's vanquished by Grace , Darkness by Light. Each part their Captain have , & they their bands , Not made by Force , but Doctrine and Consent ; Each Man as Rational and Free Commands , One draws to Sin , the other to Repent . Sin hath its Punishment , the worst within , When for neglect of Grace , God it suspends But the correction of the Flesh for Sin , Furthers Repentance , and the Soul amends . Thus all on Earth have some degrees of Grace , Which Reason tells us , they should not abuse , Which bringeth some so far to Adam's case , They stand or fall as they these Mercies use . But God will not his Grace at randome give , And leave the event to uncertainty , But hath his Chosen , who shall surely live , In whom his saving Grace shall never die . The two first Brothers did this War begin , he killed and conquer'd who was first by birth , He that seemd Conquer'd , Triumphed by death , The Victor's a curst Vagabond on Earth . This War continu'd is unto this day , Between the Holy and the Serpents seed , These Brothers the prognostick Instance were , Of all that ever after should succeed . But the worst War is inward ; Grace and Sin , The controversie daily there debate That which the Final Victory doth win , Determineth Mans everlasting state . A Law of Grace thus made to all Mankind , In Adam and Noe common roots of all , Ill entertainment with fall'n Man did find , Who mostly to Idolaty did fall . The strength of Sin is Love to Flesh and World , And averse strangness to a better life . It stronger grew by custome , and abhor'd All motions tending to the Souls relief . But Gods Electing Grace shall not be void , In Abel , Henoch , Noe he this declar'd , But specially in Abraham whose great Faith , He with a special Promise did reward . Not calling back the common Law of Grace , He chose his Seed as a peculiar Nation , Gave them a proper Law , and of them rais'd The Lord Incarnate , Author of Salvation . Yet was their Dignity most Typical , As was their Law , to shew what God would doe ▪ When he the Nations unto Christ would call , And build his Church as Catholick anew . Sin soon prevail'd ; their Land was dry and small ; Seldome from under Enemies and Wast ; But they Gods Oracles preserv'd for us , And from their Vine we all Salvation tast . But as in Nature God works by degrees , From Seed to Infancy , from thence to Youth ; From thence to Manhood and Maturity ; So did he in revealing Grace and Truth . Faln Man his Infancy and Childhood had , In the old Laws , dark Types and Prophesies : But in times fulness , God Incarnate came , The Sun of Righteousness to Man did rise . Three Laws he did fulfil , one as a Man , Once made for all ; Another as a Jew : The third as Saviour proper to himself ; Then for his Church , he made another new . He Preacht Gods Will ; Proclamed saving Grace , Brought to light Life and Immortality ; Declar'd Gods Love ; shew'd Man Gods pleased Face , A Sacrifice for sinful Man did die . He came to conquer Satan , destroy Sin , And heal sick Souls of Worldly Fleshly Love , To raise the Earthly Mind of Man to God , And bring him to a better Life above . Words were too weak for this , his works must do it . He was to teach Man how to bear the Cross , To deny Life and live above this World , For Heav'n to count all here as Dung and Loss . Wonder of Wonders ? God appears in Flesh , Preacheth to Sinners , calls them home to God , Dies for them as a Sinner on a Cross Till the Third day among the Dead Abode . Himself the greatest Wonder , many wrought , Heal'd all diseases , gave the blind their Sight , Raised the Dead ; by present bare Command ; Long , before many , in the open Light. The Third day rose from Death , stay'd Forty days , Describes his Laws , Church-Covenant and Seals : Commissions his Apostles ; promiseth His Spirit which all saving truth Reveals . Ascendeth up to Heaven before their Eyes , And before Multitudes at Pentecost , Gives them the gift of Miracles and Tongues , By giving them the promis'd Holy Ghost . They Preach Christ to the World , speak various Tongues . Work Miracles , Heal Sickness , Raise the Dead : Convey this Power and Spirit unto others , Thus through the World , the word of Life they Spread . These many Wonders , not in Corners wrought , Converted Thousands , Conquer'd unbelief , But above all , his great Convincing Works , The Spirits Sanctifying Grace was Cheif . The erring know the Truth ; Fools are made Wise , The Proud made humble , Wrathful ones made meek , The worlds fond●lovers now do it despise , Kill fleshly Lusts , and Heavenly Glory seek . Sin is a hated thing , God now is all . Love makes all Common , for it makes all One , Zeal for good Works , Patience in bearing wrong , Were the true Marks by which Christs flock was known . Had not Christ added this convincing Seal , Tongues , Miracles and Sanctifying Grace , The Wonder of Redemption is so great , That Faith to unbelief must needs give place . Apostles Mortal were : before they Die , For future Ages they Christs sacred word , His Deeds , Laws , Doctrine by the promis'd Spirit , To guide the Church , infallibly record . As Moses gave the Iews the only Law , Which following Priests and Prophets were to Teach , So th' Holy Ghost by the Apostles wrote , The word which after Ages were to Preach . As Moses Law was Seal'd with Miracles , When such the following Ages did not need , So Christs Apostles did by Wonders Seal , Those Records which the after Ages read . The Spirit promis'd to the Apostles was , To lead them to all needful saving Truth , And bring Christs words to their rememberance , What they by his Commission did , Christ doth . Their Writings are the Holy Ghosts own Book , Though human Imperfection do appear ; In Modes and Phrases , it 's no just offence , But leaves the Truth , and Use still sure and clear . Words but the Vehicle of matter be , Gods Spirit owns not the Translators words ; But if as signs , they with his Words agree , The Sense and Matter of them is the Lords . This Spirit helps the Church , but not to bring Another Gospel , Law or Word from Heav'n , Nor mend or change Gods Laws in word or sense . But to preach and obey the word once given . To bring new Laws or Messages from God ; A Prophets Office is , and not a Priests , To forge such , or make Laws for all the Church , The Authors prove , false Prophets , or false Christs . Christian Religion is one stablisht thing , Which all the Church from first to last may know , It is not human , changeable or new , Nor doth by Mens decrees increase and grow . If Canons no part of Religion be , But Laws for Rites and things indifferent ; Why must all Christians needs in these agree , Or not agreeing by Church-Wars be rent . The Church hath all one Head , one perfect Law , All justified be by Christs Blood and Merit ; All that are true , though weak , Christ doth receive , For all are Sanctified by one Spirit . The Holy Ghost in all true Christians dwells , He doth illuminate , and make them New ; This is Christs Agent , and his Body formes . His Witness proving that his Word is true . This Spirit did the Gospel first Indite , And on it did Gods Image first Ingrave , And then by it , as his great Instrument : That Image Prints on all that he will save . Though it be long of their resisting Will , That any of this Grace deprived be ; Yet Scripture and Experience , clearly tell , That diffrencing , electing Grace is free . In Children it appears , when God doth choose , He gives a reachable and willing Mind ; Good Dispositions , and Capacity , By Grace their Nature is to good inclin'd . Grace chooseth Parents careful of their Souls , Helps them to educate them in Gods fear ; To commend Virtue , and disgrace all Vice , Teach them Gods word , & causeth them to hear . Gods Seed in such , is often early Sowd , And as they grow it springs up by degrees ; As Plants , and Fruits , by Sun & Moisture grow'd , Whose present growth and motion no Man sees . The first beginnings of the Spirits work , Is in a learning Mind , and fear of Sin ; A love and liking of good things and Men , 'Gainst Sins for Duty , Conscience strives within . Grace watcheth over them , provides them helps , Meet Teachers , Books , Examples , Company ; Keeps off temptations , causeth them to hate Lying , bad Words and Deeds , and Ribaldry . Bad Childrens Hearts , are quite averst to good , They love not Virtue , relish not Gods Law ; Tempting Discourse , Examples , Vanities , Catch on their Hearts , as Fire doth on Straw . If early helps , Parents and Teachers fail , And Sin the childish Mind and Life pervert ; If Folly , Flesh , and tempting Baits prevail , Yet God his chosen will in time convert . Hee 'l either give them better Company , Or better helps , and Teachers whom hee 'l Bless ; Or bring some useful Book unto their Eye , And make their Snares , & their Temptations less . Or hee 'l some sharp Affliction on them lay , Which may awake the hardened sleepy Heart ; Or Conscience shall some quickning motion feel , Tell them their Sins , their Danger , and Desert . O! How the Case with Sinners now is chang'd , Things all appear now in another Shape ; Sin now is Madness ; Mad he calls himself , For loving Death , and thinks now how to Scape . Now God is Holy , Just , his Word is True , He is in earnest , though Sinners be in jest ; The Face of all his Works and Ways seem New , Those things seem worst , which formerly seem'd best . The common Texts and Truths he daily heard , Do now begin to have some Life and Sence : He wonders how he past them by before , As if they had been of no Consequence . That wounds , & shames , and grieves , and breaks his heart . Which formerly was his Delight and Pleasure , That 's Vanity , and mortal Poyson now ; For which he hungred as his Food and Treasure . Now the Mad Prodigal comes to himself , Perhaps the World doth him its Husks deny , Why , saith he , did I leave a Fathers House ? There none do want ; here I must starve and die . O that I had not tasted Satans Bait , Nor Pampred Flesh , and pleas'd vain Appetite , Neglected Grace , and things of greatest Weight , Nor medled with Sins poysonous Delight . But the time lost can never be recal'd , The works of Madness cannot be undone ; I have undone my self ; is there no help ? I know all else is Vain : there is but one . A Fathers Love affordeth me some hope , The World gives none : I must return or die ; I 'le go , and humbly , all my Sin confess , And cast my self upon his Clemency . But God is Just and Holy : how can I , Defil'd with Sin and Guilt , stand in his sight ? Now the sick Soul a sure Physicion needs , There is one Saviour , who is Gods Delight . He is the Way , by whom Men come to God ; He is the Truth , to save the World from Errour ; He is the Life , to save from endless Death , Self-Murdering Souls , subject to Hellish Terrour . And now the Gospel's better understood ; Redemption seemeth not a needless thing ; His Thoughts are precious , of Christs precious Blood , His Mediator , Prophet , Priest , & King. The Gospel now is Tydings of great Joy , Pardon of Sin , Adoption , Peace with God , Freedom from Terrour , Satan , Sin , and Hell , Mans self-made , and Gods just Revenging Rod. He sees why Love in Mans repair , must be As much Admir'd , as Power in our Creation , Sinners cannot immediatly God see , But by a Mediator have Salvation . Now all things else seem loss and dung for Christ ; Wisdom is folly where Christ is left out ; To know him is the true Philosophy ; The rest doth teach Men but to prate and doubt . Some glimps of God and Heav'n , blurd Nature yields , But it s but as a Candle to this Sun ; Others towards God and Heav'n , may grope and creep , Christians with joyful hope , believe & run . But will Christ to such Sinners Saviour be , Who long and wilfully contemn'd his Grace ? Yes , if they have but hearts to him to come ; He excepts none : Hee 'l all their Sins deface . The Prodigal now hopefully resolves , In Christ I 'le trust , and to my Father go , When there 's but one way , who should stand & doubt The Vanity of all things else I know . If in his House I may the lowest be , His wonderous Grace , I will with thanks proclaim ; My Sin and Misery I will confess , And in Repentance take deserved Shame . And when repenting Souls are thus resolv'd , And with design do towards their Father come , They are surpriz'd with unexpected love , Grace feasts , forgiv's them , bids them welcom home . Now the returned Soul doth dwell with God , And God in him ; for there his Spirit dwells , God hath his highest Love , Heaven his chief hope , Christ is his Life ; he trusteth to none else . O how much better , is it with him now ; How wise , how safe , to what he was before , What hee 's yet short of , Faith hath in its view ; Hee 'l choose the way of Sin and Hell no more . Now farewel mortal Sin , stoop bruitish Flesh , Now Pride & Lust come down , submit to Faith ; Farewel ensnaring Sports and Company , Farewel Deceit , I 'le hear what Scripture saith . Now all is New , new Judgments , Love and Life , New Hopes , Delights , a new intended End ; The means then must be new , or better us'd ; New friends , new thoughts , & all that to it tend . But yet , though out of Aegypt he be come , Through the Red Sea , he 's in a Wilderness ; Faith must be try'd by many Enemies , Hard Journeys , Wants , delayed Hopes , Distress . And Flesh still strives , Satan still busie is , The World will tempt , Sin 's not quite overcome ; Dark Fears and Unbelief do yet hang on , We are in hope , but are not yet at home . But yet we have the leading Fire and Cloud , The Law , the Angels presence as we pass ; Moses fell in the Wilderness : but there The Tempter by our Saviour vanquisht was . The Law was weak , and nothing perfect made , Grace giveth light , and life , & love , and strength ; And though it long , and oft assaulted be , It Conquereth , and Triumpheth at length . It is the work of God , who knows his own , And makes them Christs beloved interest ; All that are given him , he loves and keeps , And brings them to the promis'd Land of Rest. Grace suited is , to every Time and State , To Childhood , Manhood , and decrepid Age ; An Antidote against contagious Pleasures , Yet grief , wrath , fear , and suffering doth asswage . It useth every State for the true end , It sanctifies Prosperity and VVealth ; Still doing good , and doth to Godward tend , To him devoteth time , life , wit , and health . It useth Friends and Enemies for God , Improveth kindness , easily bears wrong ; Loves others as our selves , doth Right to all , Hopes for a blessed end , when sufferings long . It takes not too much part with pained Flesh , It ruleth Reason , Appetite , and Sense ; Conquers Temptation , keepeth inward Peace , Keeps neer to God , who is our sure Defence . It all the way foresees the blessed end , Motives to Duty , Comfort in all Grief , It fetcheth more from God & Heav'n , than Earth , In every Case from Christ it finds Relief . It spendeth Health and Life in Preparation , For foreseen Death , and the Souls final change , It s not surprized without expectation ; It trusteth Christ , when things unseen seem strange . All this Grace doth , in various degrees , In most but weak , Imperfect in the best ; Clog'd here with Flesh , and contradicting Sin , But ends in Glory and Eternal Rest. It s whole work is to bring Mans VVill to God , As our Original , our Guid and End , Thankfully take his Grace , obey his Word , And wholly love him as our chiefest Friend . And more than so , to love him for himself , The final Object of Created Love ; This only perfect ones , perfectly do , VVho see Gods Glory in the world above . Amen . Ian. 6. 1682 / 3. II. Wisdom . HE that by Faith sees not the World of Spirits , Which Christ with his blest Family Inherits , The Sense of Providence can never know , Nor Judge aright of any thing below . Things seem confused and neglected here , Because in broken parcels they appear ; Who knows a Work in Arras by one Piece , Small parcels shew not Workmens Artifice ? The Beauty of a Picture is not known , When one small part , or Limb alone is shewn ; They that on some few Letters only look , Can never know the meaning of Gods Book . Who knows a stately Building by one Post , ●ts but short scraps that one Age sees at most ; Heav'n seeth all , and therefore knows the Sense , Of the whole beauteous frame of Providence . His Judgment of Gods Kingdom needs must fail , Who knows no more of it than this dark Goal : If Heaven and Hell were open to mens sight , Most Men of present things would judge aright . Who would be griev'd at prosperous sinners reign Who did foresee their everlasting pain ? Who would grudge pride & rage , so short a pow'r , Who did foresee its fall , and dismal hour . who 'd grudg Gods Patience to the greatest crime , Which will scape Vengeance for so short a time : who 'd grudge at any wrong or suffering here , Who saw the World of happiness so neer . If that one Sun a Thousand Fold excel , This Earth in bigness , where we Sinners dwell ; ( And what 's one Sun to all the Heav'n beside ? ) Is not Gods Kingdom Glorious and wide ? Who then dare say , Gods work is not well done , Because an Ant-hill is not made a Sun : Or because Sin and devillish Rage do dwell , In this vile Prison , which is next to Hell. who 'd measure Gods great Kingdom , or his Love , By us poor Prisners who in Fetters move : God placed Man in Earthly Paradise , Heav'ns outward Court , the way to highest bliss ▪ And Man himself doing what God forbade , His House a Bedlam and a Bridewel made ; Man turn'd it by his sinful base defection , Into Gods Prison and House of Correction . Gods wondrous Mercies , which do never fail , Fetch many Sons to Heav'n out of this Goal : If the rest finally neglect Gods Grace , And choose no better than this sinful place . The Dream of Pleasure which will end in shame , They had their choice , and whom else can they blame ; who 'd censure God for one poor Bedlams sake , But such as of his Madness do partake . And though he rage , and sober Men disdains , Who loves his Case , or longeth for his Chains ? Who envy wicked Men , their hurting Power , Who do believe their sad approaching hour ? VVho the Toads hurtful Venom envieth , VVho'd have the Basalisks pernicious Breath ? VVho longs to be a Serpent for the Sting ? It s worse to be a Great , but hurtful King. Christians by Patience win a better Crown , Than all the Bloody Conquerors Renown . True Christian Kings , who Rule in Peace & Love , A better Kingdom have with Christ above . Our King may with more peace and safety Rule , Than the great Turk , Tartarian , or Mogul : No King so Mighty as the Devil is , Nor hath Dominions so large as his . Yet would no wise Man such a Devil be , That he might be as powerful as he ; If any would be such , his own desire , Makes him a Devil fitted for Hell Fire . Madness cal'd Wisdom is , and Rules in chief , With all that cannot see beyond this Life : To them that see not beyond Flesh and Blood , And tast no better than these Senses Food ; That know not the true everlasting good , Nothing on Earth is rightly understood . The Heavenly Light must open Sinners Eyes , Before they ever will be truly Wise : One real prospect of the Life to come , A true belief whither Mens Souls are gone , Would more felicitating Wisdom give , Than foolish sensual Men will now believe . Call not that Wisdom which will end in shame , VVhich undoes him who by it wins the Game : A Wit that can decieve himself and others , VVit to destroy his own Soul , and his Brothers : VVit that can prove that Sins a harmless thing , That Sin 's no Sin , or no great hurt will bring ; That with the Serpent can give God the Lie , And say , believe not God ; you shall not die . VVit that can prove that God speaks but in jest , That present Fleshly Pleasue is Mans best : VVit that can prove Gods Wisdom is deceiv'd , And sacred Scriptures should not be receiv'd ; VVit to confute Gods Word , reject his Grace , Lose time , Sin boldly , post toward Hell apace . Defend the Devils Cause , his own Damnation , Slight God , neglect a Saviour and Salvation . Call not that Wisdom , which Men would disown , And wish at last that they had never known , To go with honour , ease , and sport to Hell , And there with shame & late repentance dwell . Truth is for Goodness , Wisdom's Use , and End , To which true Learning , and just Studies tend ; Is , that this may be throughly understood , To be Good , do Good , and get endless Good , False Wit emploi'd in hurting other Men , VVrites its own Death in Blood , with its own Pen : It forceth many to their self-defence , VVho fain would live in quiet Innocence . Kites , Foxes , Wolves , have wit to cath their prey , Yet harmless Sheep , live quietter than they . Men keep their Flocks that they may multiply , So that but few by Wolves and Lyons die ; But hurtful ravenous Beasts , all men pursue , While all destroy them , there remains but few . Some slight Gods Word , because weak Men abuse it VVhat 's Law or Reason then , when all misuse it . Men will not despise God , nor sin , nor die , But they will give a learned Reason why . What is so false , which Wit cannot defend , And that by Volumes confidently pen'd ; Reason can justifie the greatest wrong , The basest lie can hire a Learned Tongue . What Cause so vile , that cannot Wit Suborn , Men will not without Reason be forsworn . Reason can make Rogues of the best of Men , And make a Church of Saints a Serpents Den ; Can make usurping Lucifer a Saint , And Holy Martyrs , like to Devils paint . Even Reverend Wit , can by transforming Skill , Make Hereticks , and Schismaticks at will ; It can prove white is black , and black is white , That night is day , and grossest darkness Light. Say what you will , Reason can prove it true , What is 't that drunken Reason cannot do ? How rare is that blest place , that Age or Season , Which may not own this Character of Reason . And must we therefore brutishness prefer , Because well used Reason is so rare . But when the Drunken frenzie fit is gone , And Devils their deceiving work have done ; VVhen Death , the dreaming Sinner doth awake , O what a dreadful change doth God then make ? Then wise Men only are the pure and just , VVho Christ , who God obey , and in him trust . III. Madness . LOrd is not Man , though lodg'd in Flesh and Blood , A noble Vital , intellectual Spirit ? Thou maid'st him in thine Image , wise and good , Earths Paradise , Heav'ns Suburbs to inherit . How comes a Reasonable human Soul , Transform'd by such a Monstrous ugly change ? Into a Bruitish , Raging , Wicked Fool , To God , himself and wisdom , blind and strange . Thou gav'st him sight , who hath put out his Eyes , Thou gav'st him knowledg , who hath made him mad ? Ev'n Satan , promising to make him wise , Thou mad'st him holy , Sin hath made him bad . Did not endeavours , blessed by thy Grace , Restore some Holy Wisdom in thine own ; The Souls which Sin and Satan did deface , Would not from Bruits & Devils well be known . It s strange in Man , how these two twisted be , To be a Bruit , and a Malignant Devil ? Folly and wickedness too well agree , A fool to goodness , is wise to do evil . Children do quickly learn to serve the Flesh , Their Pride , their Appetite , and their Self-will , Eager for every thing that these can wish , But little knowing what is good or ill . Their Sense and Fancie do so strongly Rage , That Teachers speak in vain , Flesh will not hear , Bruitishness gets advantage by their Age , Till Grace comes in , and opens heart and eare . Depraved Nature , made by custom worse , Makes Reason now a fetter'd slave to Sense ; Increased Sin becomes a double Curse , Fights against God , and is its own Defence . As Flesh grows up , so Sense and Fancie grow . Lust and vain Pleasure now do Tyranize ; What crosseth these they hate , & would not know , And raging Flesh abhoreth to be wise . Yet wise in wickedness , they needs will seem , They can confute their Teachers with a breath ; All that reproves them they as error deem , And become Advocates for Sin and Death . And now the same who Infant-Christians were , And did renounce the Flesh , the World , & Devil ; Flesh , World , and Devils , serious Servants are , And Christ blaspheme as Patron of their Evil. Now God and Conscience , seem their greatest foes , God as above them doth controle their lust : He that pleads Conscience , for an Enemy goes , And all that 's done against him goes for just . God's call'd to Sinners Bar , and there condemn'd , As heading Rebels that do him obey : Before those fools , his Laws are all contemn'd , Christ must be taught to think and say as they . And being once engag'd in Satans war , His daring Souldiers , they are quickly made ; But little wit and labour needful are , To learn the Lying , Hating , Hurting Trade . Now valiant Bedlam , drunken , devillish wit , Conquers resistance , Triumphs over all : Fights against all that help not , or submit , To bring Church , Kingdoms , Souls , to Satans thral . O what a busie Trade mad worldlings drive , They talk , they ride , they run , contend & fight ; With craft they plot , with fraud and force they strive , For fleshly Lust , and poysonous Delight . As the fleet Swallows glides to catch a Flie , And toylsom Ants , do gather Sticks and Straw : At dearer rates Men purchase Vanity , For Satan , Lust , and Madness , make their Law. May they but a sick Mortal Lust fulfil , Get Money , Houses , Land , and large Revenews , Look big , and make all stoop to their proud will ; Feast , drink , and play , and keep a great Retinue . This is the dreaming happiness of Fools , Life spent for this , and Heav'n for this is lost : And this is all for which they sell their Souls , A fools cap purchas'd at the dearest cost . All this is done in the known way to Death , They have not the least hope , but die they must : They are not sure to fetch another breath , They know their pamper'd Flesh will soon be dust . Their pomp & wealth for which they God forsake , Yea , though their Streets with Slver they could pave ; All the vexations , strife , & stir they make , They know is but in passing to the Grave . Were they but following anothers Course , Such going towards a Grave would be a shame ; But when it s towards their own , it is far worse , A Madness which doth want a proper name . Sheep know not when Death 's neer , yet live in peace Birds feed & sing in peace , together got , Man always knows his Life will shortly cease , Yet madly lives as if he knew it not . But when Death comes they are surpriz'd with fear , As if till then they knew not they must die ; Departing wealth and life , their hearts then tear , O how the Case is chang'd when death seems nigh . How sad doth Dives look ? how deep he groans , His Mammon God , now will not hear his cries ; Money and Friends now answer not his moans , For all his wealth , he trembles , faints and dies . The greatest Lord and Prince must now submit , Crowns , Titles , Money will not ease his pain ; Forced repentance seems to have some wit , Preachers may speak now without proud disdain . He calls for Mercy , he forgiveth all , Instead of Fire and Sword , he speaks for Peace , His wit revives as Flesh and Strength do fall , Not from a Holy change , but for his ease . Now he talks how he 'd live , when life 's nere gone , He seemeth wise , and promiseth to mend ; He thinks what Time is for , when time is done , Begins to think of living at his end . Might he be sav'd now for a frightned wish , VVhen guilt and terrour cause his heart to faint , VVhen worldly pleasures all forsake his flesh , He 'd have the end and portion of a Saint . Now take an Inventory of his VVealth , This Corps was once the Body of a Man : It liv'd in Pleasure , Honour , Ease and Health , Goes Naked hence , as Naked Life began . That frightful Earthly Face was wont to smile , And with proud Scorn on hated Persons frown , It Comely seem'd , which now is Black and Vile , That its the same , can hardly now be known . Those closed Eyes , the Casements were of Lust , There enter'd VVorldly Vanity and Sin , That Mouth , those Lips that now must Rot to Dust , Have taken many a pleasant Morsel in . That Throat , his Fellow-Creatures did Devour , Made Sumptuous Feasts his Body to maintain , With pleasant Liquors , many a merry Hour , He did exhilerate both Heart and Brain . Those Ears have heard , Jests , Plays and Melody , Mens flattering Praise , and many a merry Song , The welcome news of their Calamity , Whom Wrath and Malice did delight to Wrong . That Mouth hath utter'd many a merry Jeast , Vain Worldly talk , Strife , News & feigned Story , Oaths , Lies and wanton Speeches , were its Feast , Threats , and proud Boasts , & Scorning were its Glory . That Nose delighted was with pleasant smell . That Black & Sallow Skin was smooth & white ; On Eyes and Countenance did Grandure dwell , The Just did flie ; the Poor crowch'd at his sight . Those Limbs could move ; those Hands had nimble Joints , The Corps which now lies Dead , did Ride & Run , All did perform what Lust and Pride appoints , Many successful Actions he hath done . Many deep Plodding Thoughts that Brain hath hatch'd , How to grow Rich , & Great , & have his VVill , For Means and Seasons , he hath wisely watch'd , All his Desires and Pleasure to fulfil . And now what 's left ? To keep him from Mens sight , A Shrowd and Coffin's all that he must have , And these unknown , afford him no delight , But serve their turn , who bring him to a Grave . But where 's his Money , Honours , Lands & Treasures ? Left to his Heirs , lest they should wiser be , That the strong Snare of fleshly worldly pleasures , May tempt them all to Live and Die as he . But where is Dives Soul ? Christ saith , In Hell : But his Five Brethren will not this believe : Christ will not lie : And who can better tell : But Satan thus Successors doth deceive . What hath he taken hence of all his Gains ? Gods Wrath : The Guilt & Conscience of his Sin : But not one drop to ease Tormenting Pains : Will all his Honours , Lands and Riches win . A Preacher tells his Brethren what Christ saith : He 's charg'd of Slandering so great a Man : A Goal , and Scorn , is the success he hath : Convince proud , wilful , Sinners , no one can . And is not this a doleful Bedlam-Case , When all a Rich Mans pleasure with him Dies ? His Brethren madly follow the same Chase , At the same time , while he in Torment lies . He 's paying for his long Contempt of Grace ; They build his Tomb , and celebrate his Fame ; He 'd have them warn'd , & not come to that place ; They praise his Doings , and keep up his Name . Could one at once but see them & their Brother ; Him in his Torment ; them in their Delight ; How unlike are their Thoughts to one another ; One Groans for that , for which the others fight . Faith sees all this : But Flesh and Sense is blind : These Bruits believe no more than what they see : One from the Dead sent could not change their mind ; But it by sense too late , will changed be . God gives Men Life : They 'l not consider why : Time's short : Fools know not what they have to do , Nor think why they were Born , till they must Die , Nor whither their departing Souls must go . They Live , as if they thought that Heaven & Hell VVere the only places of Consideration , And to be Drunk , or Mad , were to be well : And fool away this Life of Preparation . IV. Hypocrisie . BUt none are worse than Learned Reverend Fools , Who vend their folly under wisdomes name , And are Abaddons keenest hurtful Tools , By Usurp'd Grandure , and Religious Fame . Who Teach Untruths , or Live not as they Teach , Pretend to watch for other Mens Salvation , And hate the Holy Life , for which they Preach , And as a Trade , Preach their own Condemnation . Who against Christ do fight with Sacred Arms ; His Name , & Words , Church-order , forg'd Commissions , And Reverend Titles , are made potent Charms , To win the Ignorant to their Conditions . They praise Gods word , but make it first their own , The words are Gods , the Church must make the sense , It s no Law , till their Sentence make it known , Not their meer Teaching by Truths Evidence . Religion they corrupt by forg'd Traditions , They think Gods Laws too big , & yet make more , All 's not enough without their vain Additions , Religion was an Infant-thing before . And under Christ , the Churches only Head , Th' have found one King , or one Church-Parliament . Whose Soveraign Rule the Christian World must dread , And all that will be Saved , must Consent . This Soveraigns Kingdom is the whole round Earth , The Lands where they can never have Access ; From it their Canon-Law receiv'd its Birth , To which they all obedience profess . But the false name of Councils-General , Is now a Cheat to serve the Roman-King , Where are those Councils ? whence : who must them call ? Who them from all the Earth together bring . Could not our Lord without all this adoe , Have made sufficient Universal Law , But our Religion must have so much new , Which th' ancient Christians never heard , or saw . Communion's made Subjection by this Cheat , None can be Sav'd that are not Canon-proof ; Obey them , or they 'l say you Separate , They Build the Church , beginning at the Roof . Thus can the Flesh such Learned Men deceive , And make them love their Enemies as Friends , And rule their Faith , and make them all believe , That all is good , which serves their Worldly Ends ? How Wise and Holy should that Person be , Whose Daily Business is to search Gods Law ; Who should in Heavenly Pleasure Live , but he , That Heaven and Hell , as in a Map , still saw . Doth Pride and Envy , bitter Strife and Wrath , Church Tyranny , or Hatred of the Good , Become that Man , who such an Office hath , To Preach Gods Love , Seal'd with Christs Flesh & Blood. What is his Calling , but Souls to Convert , And Build them up in Faith and Love with Peace , In what Art should he rather be expert , Then to breed Love , and Hurtfulness suppress . If he love Christ , he 'l gently feed his Sheep . Cherish and Love the good , strengthen the weak , The Flock from Wolves & hurtful Beasts he 'l keep , And not against the Just and Upright speak . Self-contradicting is a Madmans mark , Judg then what these Malignant Preachers are , Self-damning , Self-confuting , in the dark , Heart , Tongue & Hand , are in a constant War. They are Church-Shepherds , & yet hurtful Wolves , They Preach for Love to Foes , yet hate Christs Friends ; Preach Life to others , choose Death to themselves ; Heavenly words they speak , for Worldly Ends. They Pray , that Gods great Name may Hallowed be , Which they profane , by pleading it for Evil ; They Pray , as if Christs Kingdom they would see , But mean their own , that 's ruled by the Devil . They hate Gods Will , & Pray it may be done , Ev'n as it is in Heaven : A high degree ! Yet if one plead Gods Will against their own ; Who 's hated more , or used worse than he . They Pray for Daily Bread ; for Life & Health : But without Plenty are not satisfi'd : But seek Preferment , Fulness , Rule & Wealth ; And grudg if Fleshly Lust be but deny'd . The' ask pardon of the Sin they Love & Cherish : And that but as themselves forgive another , Yet to fear God , Sin , Hell , as loath to perish , They 'l not forgive to a dissenting Brother . They pray God not to lead them to Temptation , Yet tempt themselves , & love most tempting things Strong baits of Flesh are their chief consolation , Greedy of all that deadly pleasure brings . They ask deliverance from all that 's ill , Yet Sin the worst , they love and will not leave . They ask , what 's full against their Vicious Will , That which God offers , and they 'l not receive . They seem to own a God : They Preach his Law , But Man and Flesh must be before him serv'd . The World 's more lov'd , of Man th' are more in awe ; As if God but the Tongue & Knee deserv'd . The Image is their God , and hath the Heart . God's made an Image , and hath but the name . Religion is with them meer Form and Art , Kept up for Peace , by Custom , Fear & Shame . Christ is their Saviour call'd ; their King & Lord , To Preach his Grace and Glory is their Trade . But to be Sav'd from Lust & Sin , 's Abhor'd , And he an Underling to Flesh is made . They say they do believe the Holy Ghost ; But his refining work will not be born , A Fleshly Worldly Life doth please them most , The Spirits Name & Work some make a Scorn . And yet for Holiness , who hath more Zeal ? Meaning great Names , & Interest of their own : They against Sacriledg to God appeal ; As it would Rob their Flesh , and it Dethrone . It s none to hurt Christs Flock , withhold their Food , His Faithful Ministers to Alienate , Nor feed proud Flesh with what belongs to God , All 's Holy that to it is Dedicate . Religion ends with them as it begun , They were Baptiz'd , and made the Sacred Vow : But this was by a strange Godfather done , It s with great Grief that I must tell you how . It s known an Infant hath no Will to choose . The Parents Will and Choice do stand for his . Till he be capable his own to use , He in the Power of his Parents is . And God obligeth Christians to devote Themselves and Theirs , in Covenant , to Christ , This he accepts , as many Scriptures note , The Parent being Dedicated first . But now some other doth the Parents part , Vows for the Child , and its due Education ; And ( though he never meant it in his heart ) To see it Taught all needful to Salvation . Atheists , and Infidels , and Sadduces , Their Children are all freely taken in , If they have but such Godfathers as these , Baptism is said to save them all from Sin. Men forbid Parents Godfathers to be , And Ministers their presence to require . Foreign Kings stand for those they never see . Poor Men get such as they for Money hire . Parents these Undertakers do not ask , Will you these Vows and Promises perform ? Baptismal Vows are made a formal task ; Thus they began : Thus Men Christs Laws reform . Thus Christians by false Ceremony made , Religion 's made a Ceremony now , Not minding what Suborn'd Men Vow'd or said , They boldly break what others falsely Vow'd . And when in Play & Sin their Childhood's spent , For Canting a few words , not understood , Mindless what Faith is , or their Baptism meant , Confirm'd , they boldly claim Christs Flesh and Blood. A Lifeless Image being thus receiv'd , More Forms and Ceremonies it adorn , And Hypocrites by Shadows thus deceiv'd , The unknown Holy Life do Hate and Scorn . Thus Life is fool'd away , till Death seem near , Which doth disrobe their splendid cheating Sins , But to ease Conscience waken'd now by fear , Forc'd Penitence Mans Absolution wins . And at the Grave , when Men as bad as he , Do hear that God in Mercy took his Soul ; And Charity for this hope pleaded be , False hopes which should be broken , are kept whole . Thus Sinners are befoold till time is done , From first to last spent in Hypocrisie ; And endless sorrow when all hope is gone , Tell them what Mercy they did long deny . Yet still the reverend Masters of the Game , Cherish the Malady with Zeal and Art ; Being themselves diseased by the same , By mortal habit both of Head and Heart . Tradition , Ceremony , Pomp and Rule , A humane Image without Divine Life ; By Pharisees was used as the tool , Of self-deceit , and of malignant strife . Dead Saints they honour'd , and the living kill●d , The Dead molest them not by their reproof ; Their Relicks , Days , and Monuments they held , In their Devotion as of great behoof . Yet none were fiercer Enemies of Christ , Nor did his Truth and Servants more oppose ; None with more Zeal for Holy Blood did thirst , None did more mischief to the Church than those . Wolves in Sheeps cloathing , by their Fruits are known , By hurtful fangs , devouring bloody jaws , As Thorns and Bryars , prick Men to the Bone , So these by hurtful Hands and cruel Laws . They 'r humble Ministers , but Rule as Lords , Servants of all , yet Vice-Kings under Christ : On pain of Hell , all must obey their words , If you will serve God , you must serve them first . Heav'ns Keys are theirs , their right we must not doubt , To curse and cast out those whom Christ takes in , These they by words , themselves indeed shut out , By mortal fleshly , and malignant Sin. Christ's House a place of Merchandize is made , Children cast out , his Table spread for Dogs ; To make sound Christians odious is their Trade , To curse Gods Saints , & cast their Pearls to Hogs . The Holy Catholick Church , is in their Creed , Which is , all true Believers upon Earth ; Of whom Christ only is the King and Head , To him they joyned are in the New Birth . But these Men mean one corrupt Sect alone , About the Fourth Part of the whole are they ; Cut off , and separate from the rest as none , Their Pope and Councils that do not obey . The Saints Communion they in words profess Themselves , and Dead Mens Images they mean ; None pass for Saints who do not wear their dress , The best , if not their Subjects are unclean . Call them but Hereticks , and they may kill , A Thousand Saints , and by it Heaven may win ; Such is the Power of a Papal will , To make a Vertue of the greatest Sin. On Catholick Communion , they lay , Not only all Mens Duty , but Salvation ; For Schism rends Men from the Church , say they , And so from Christ , & therefore brings damnation . Yet that 's Mans Duty which they Schism call , To own no human universal King ; No Legislative Power over all , In Councils , Pope , or any human thing . None 's capable to Rule all , but the Lord , Give Church or State , Law , Judgment or Defence ; Mans Universal Soveraignty's abhor'd , By Nature , Reason , and Experience . Among the Mad , those Princes Monsters are , Who subjects be to this Church-Soveraigns claim ; And yet with Scorn , and just disdain would hear , A Universal Civil Soveraigns Name . VVhen certainly it is a harder thing , To Rule all Earth , by the Church-power & word : Than for the wisest Parliament or King , To Rule the whole world by the Civil Sword. Thus they impossible Communion make , And yet Damn all that do not it observe : None can tell whom for Soveraign we must take , Nor which the Laws are , from which none must swerve . Must Pope or Council , this Great Soveraign be , Is 't Monarchy , or Aristocracie ; Or is it mixt , and must they both agree , Or is it the diffus'd Democracie ? Whom must we take for Pope ? Who must him choose , Which is the Pope , when there are two or three ? Must they that give the Power which they use , Superiors , Equals , or Inferiors be ? When one at Rome , one at Avignion was , And each a Council had which took his part ; Which for the true Communion then must pass , Which was the Chuch from which none must depart ? Must all th' Abassians , and Armenians know , ( And in Cosmography so Skilful be , ) Whither there 's such a place as Rome or no , Whither there be a Pope , and which is he ? Is 't the whole Church on Earth that he must rule , Why then hath not the whole a choosing Vote ? Is all the world save Rome , but the Popes Mule , And that his Crown 's Elective all do Note ? It s like , that all the Church consents , they 'l say , Then he 's no Pope whom three 4th parts disclaim , How shall three parts then know whom to obey ? Will any serve that will usurp the Name ? When Popes damn Popes , & Councils damn them all , And Popes damn Councils , what must Christians do ? When they each others Laws damn & recal , How shall we know whose Power then was true ? The French say Councils have this Soveraignty , The first Three Hundred Years it was not so ; The Soveraign Power , the Church doth Unifie , Was it then none , or how could Men it know ? An Universal Council never was , 'T was but one Empire that did make that name ; Now that 's dissolv'd , how should it come to pass ? That any Prince on Earth should do the same . Hath any one the common Rule of all , Or will Turks , Papists , and all Kings agree ? Such a true Council , when and where to call , Or can one third part Universal be ? The Church of Councils Power is not agreed , Therefore this doth not it now Unifie : Those that stand for their Soveraignty indeed , Which were those Councils differ shamefully ? Some are for four , some six , some eight , some all , Some such as by the Pope approved were ; Divers each other Hereticks did call , And which we must obey cannot appear . And is Church Unity no better known , And yet is necessary to Salvation : And to all those that Christ himself will own ? What fallows hence , but general Damnation ? An Universal Council none shall see , Till the world have an Universal King , This the Triple-Crown'd Pope pretends to be , Though not the name , he challengeth the thing . The poor Fifth Monarchy Seekers , they pity , As seeking that which long hath extant bin : No Monarch ever matcht the Holy City , By his Church Keys , thus rules the Man of Sin. And if we knew which Powers to obey , Which be the Canons , which so needful are ? If some , who knows them , if all , then are they More necessary than Gods Scriptures far . Christ hath the Terms of Church-Communion made , These wiser Men , who make so many more ; Will shortly find their Legislative trade , Among their greatest Sins set on their Score . Baptism Christ made , what was thereto requir'd ? The Church still knew , & by Gods mercy knows , The words then us'd , the requisites desir'd , Scripture and sure Tradition fully shews . The Church by Baptism was specify'd , Christ did command all such to love each other , Holy Communion was to none deny'd , All were to take a Christian as a Brother . Till by some Heresie or great offence , He brought his Covenant-keeping under doubt ▪ And having added prov'd impenitence , Was not so much cast as declared out . None were Baptized into Peters Name , Much less to General Council , or the Pope ; They had one God , one Christ , their Creed the same , One Spirit , Body , and one future hope . But as the Serpent tempting Eve at first , By Pride and promis'd knowledg did Man kill ; So from the pure simplicity of Christ , By promis'd Wisdom , he befools Man Still . To know this Subject better , read a Book , Call'd the remains of Fulk , Grevile , Lord Brook. V. Man. VAin Man ! Why is thy Being no more known , Why seeking knowledg readst thou not thy self ? How many books in vain dost thou take down ? Thy own Book standeth on the nearest Shelf . Should vital knowing Spirits cloath'd in Flesh , Mistake so Course , a Garment for the Man ? And live as if they did not hope or wish , For any other Life than this short Span. If Cloathing hide thee from thy Neighbours sight , Let it not hide thee also from thine own ; Look on thy self , thy Nature is a Light , Shall knowing Souls be to themselves unknown . Now know thy self before thou art undrest , And tho through flesh Men cannot see thy heart ; Open thy Eyes , unveil thy Face at least , That Men may see thou hast a better part . How vile a thing is Man , if Flesh be he ? Can he look high who thinks himself so base ? His bruitish sleepy Thoughts and Life must be , A dreaming , doating , or despairing Case . Where was that Flesh one Year before thy birth ? What is it now but warmed moving Clay ? What will it be e're long but common Earth ? To this thy Pomp and Pleasure is the way . Where did Gods Art that curious Body form ? As in a Dunghil , even in Natures sink , Though Skin and Cloathing now do it Adorn ; 'T was bred between the Dung and Urins stink . What was it made of , but the Mothers Food ? Curdled and quickned by the Makers pow'r , And there it lay in darkness , filth , and blood ; Unmeet for sight till Births appointed hour . In pain and danger then it is brought forth , A speechless , helpless , and polluted thing ; Entring the World with crying at its Birth , Foretelling greater griefs which time will bring . How long by patient Mothers care and love , Doth feeble , useless , troubling Age subsist ; Should Man continue such , we could not prove , That he in kind is better than a Beast . Long do these unripe fleshly Bodies keep , The Soul from shewing its essential Power ; Sense Rules , while Reason lyeth half asleep , Vain toys and folly , spend our Childish hours . By use and prepossession flesh gets strength , Resisting Light , and all that 's Wise and Holy ; Till Reason be its servile slave at length , And greatest Wit become the greatest Folly. Then Carnal Man lives like a crafty Beast , Only to pamper Flesh and please its Lust ; To make the Worms and Hell a costly Feast , When Souls must part and leave Flesh to the Dust. If Flesh be Man , how many Men are one , From Birth to Death , when as the Rivers flow ? Daily new Flesh succeeds that which is gone , And none is what he was one Year ago . That beauteous Face , that pamperd Body stood , But lately on thy Table as thy Meat ; 'T was Mutton , Bief , Pork , Chicken , or such Food ; What now thou art , is what thou then didst eat . Part of a Fish , a Swine , a Calf or Lamb , Is turn'd into a Lady , Lord or King ; This Metamorphosis of Beast to Man , Is surely done by some great unseen thing . Yea all of Man that 's seen did lately grow , In Fields , and that was Corn , or Fruit , or Grass ; Which now is Flesh , or from the Springs did flow , To shew what Flesh will be , by what it was . Vain Man ! knowst thou no deeper than thy Skin ? Go see an opend Corps , and that will shew , What Garbage Filth and Dung are hid Within , What thy vile Body is , thou there maist know . Think that thy noisom stinking Excrement , Is one part of that Sumptuous Pleasant Food ; Whose other part a while of better scent , Is turned into that proud Flesh and Blood. If yet deceitful Beauty cheat thy Eyes , Look on a Face that 's crusted with the Pocks ; Or a white Breast where stinking Cancers rise , And pity fools whom Fleshly Pleasure mocks . If Health , Wealth , Pomp , or Pow'r , delude thy mind , Go to the greatest dying sick Mans Bed , Ask him what safety he in these doth find ? Yea , go yet further , look upon the Dead . Here much unlike to what it was before , Is that now loathsom Flesh , that ghastly Face ; What hath it now of all its Power and Store , Remember this must shortly be thy Case : How long the sight and scent can you abide , Of your Dead , greatest , wisest , dearest Friend ? Unless some Art the frightful Visage hide , And from the smell your tender Sense defend . We can devise no better a dispose , Of dearest Friends , than a deep darksom Grave ; Where to lie rotting we may them repose , The living from their sight and scent to save . The worms without repulse there feasted be , They feed on Heart and Face without offence ; VVhat pamperd Bodies are , there you may see , If you dig up that Corps a few Months hence . But though what 's out of sight , grows out of mind , Pictures and guilded Tombs , are also set , The sensless Hearts of Men further to blind ; That what Flesh is they may the more forget . Yet the next opened Grave casts up in sight The Skull , whose holes of Eyes & Mouth you see , Where enter'd formerly the dear delight , Think then , thus shortly it will be with me . The harmless pretty Bird with Pleasure sings , Not so deform'd in Life or Death as we ; The cruel Bowels of great Lords and Kings , To her an honourable Tomb may be . Save that to be devoured by bad Men , Turns guiltless things into a guilty wight ; And makes them sinful , and more fetide than , If they had rotted in the open light . The labouring Ant less burdensome Flesh hath , Thousands in peace in one stor'd heap can dwell ; In peace by crowds they travel the same path , And being dead annoy none by their smell . The working Bees in peace together live , Fetching their Hony home from many Flowers ; Dwelling in quiet order in one Hive , But Man destroys them and their store devours . God who by Nature gives them flying Wings , And their rare mellifying power gave ; Doth give them also their defensive Stings , Their House , and Young , and Property to save , Men kill them , and eat up their gathered Food , But make the like no King , no Artist can ; Their Work , yea their dead Corps , are sweet & good But sweetest things corrupt and stink in Man. How swiftly do th● unwearied Swallows flee , And mount , and sport , even to an unseen height ; Their active fiery part is quick and free , Not clog'd as Men are by a fleshly weight . The mounted Lark hovering with nimble wings , Dwells above Earth till strength and spirits sail ; And peering towards the Sun , she sweetly sings , But falls down mute when earthly parts prevail . Some say , all motion tends to ceasing rest , Of Earths forc't lifeless motion this is true ; To Spirits perfect Action is the best , Uncessant Love and Pleasure is their due . Experience sadly tells Man , that his Soul Is clog'd by Flesh , perverted by its bent , So that dark heathens did its case condole , As for old Sins into this Body sent . Did not Gods Holy Spirit quicken ours , And cause us unseen things by Faith to see ; Renew and raise our dead corrupted powers , None could from Flesh , Lust , Sin , Hell , saved be . Flesh is not Sin , it s made for Holy use , In it Souls here must seek and serve the Lord ; But it s the tempting object of abuse , While we its Life and Lust too much regard . The Body as a Servant we must love , But Souls have Sense , and Sense to Flesh is ty'd ; And so drawn down from God and things above , The Soul that hath not Faith is bruitify'd . The Interest of Flesh perverts the will , It conquers Reason , and corrupts the Mind , No other Enemy doth so much ill , To self-destroying , perishing Mankind . ANd now oh Man , is Flesh all that thou art ? Worthy of all thy stir , and cost , and care , Live not as if thou hadst no better part , Mens Souls like God , and Kin to Angels are . Even Bruits have Souls possest of Life and Sense , Made to serve Man , who 's made his God to praise ; Whither Distinct or One , when taken hence , Subject to us , whom God will higher raise . What 's Flesh but Water mixt with sensless Earth ? Viler than dirt , when Souls a while are gone , It 's unseen Spirit which causeth Life and Birth , This moveth all that 's mov'd , doth all that 's done . Mans Soul is made the Image of his God , Substantial Virtue of Life , Light , and Love. And though in Flesh it now have its abode , Its tendency is to the world above . It came from God , and unto God returns , Though in this Flesh its Life of Tryal be ; It daily wasts the Oyl , as Fire that burns , Consumes its Fuel , and then is set free . As flames mount upward , Souls tow'rd Heav'n ascend , And are still restless till they be at home ; If Sin depress them not , tow'rd God they tend , Blessed and joyful , when to him they come . As things Inanimate , are rul'd by force , By Sense and Objects , Bruits determined be ; Both these are carried on in Natures course , Mans will more undetermin'd is , and free . Bruits are not Ruled by a Moral Law. Nor moved by the hopes of Life to come ; Nor of Gods Threats and Justice stand in awe , Nor after Death fear any other Doom . Man 's made in his degree to know the Lord , To know his Duty , and to please Gods will ; To learn and love , trust and obey his word , In hope of Heav'n , his course here to fulfil . God is Mans supreme King , his Guid , his End , His Soul and Life should have no other scope ; From Sin and Devils , God will his defend , In Life and Death , God is our only hope . You see not whither Souls departing go , But Heav'n and Hell are visible to Faith ; God hath reveal'd enough to make us know , That all shall be performed which he saith . We no more need to fear his word should fail , Or God forsake the Souls that do him please , Or any final Hurt , Christ's Flock assail , Than Earth to bear , or Sun to shine should cease . Is not a Sober , Righteous , Holy Life , In certain hope of everlasting Joys , Better than Sin , Despair , Care , Fear and Strife , For short deceitful pleasant Dreams and Toys . IF yet blind Man , thou thinkst thou art a Beast , And hast no higher Hopes & Work to mind , Become a Tame , and gentle One , at least , Not of the wild , fierce , hurtful , bloody Kind . Serpents , & Toads , & Wolves , are harmless things , Yea Lions , Tigers , and such Beasts of Prey , Compaird with many Conquerors and Kings , Who do Ten Thousand fold more hurt than they . If this short Fleshly pleasure be thy best , What need of Wars & Blood , Rage & debate ; Sweet Love , and quiet Peace , afford more rest , Than Pow'r & Wealth , with hurtful Plots & Hate . What need of large Dominions , to prepare For Dying Pangs , a Coffin , and a Grave . Quiet , Content , and Kindness , fitter are , Thy Neighbours welfare , & thy own to save . But of all Beasts , the Man-Beast is the worst , To others , and himself , the cruelst Foe , And turning Serpent , doth become Accurst , A Scourge to others , his own endless Woe . As Holiness fits Souls for endless Bliss , And here hath its beginning and foretast ; So Sin the Plague of Unman'd Nature is , And turns Man-Beast to Devil at the last . If all Men made themselves , & are their own , And have no Ruler but Self-will and Sense ; If Man be nothing else but Flesh and Bone , Can live here still , and say , I 'le not go hence ; If Man can Conquer God , and him Dethrone , Kill Christ again , and shut up Paradise ; Then Saints are Fools , and Worldly Men alone , Choosing a Shadow and Despair , are wise . But sure if Man be only Mortal Flesh , A Squib , a Bubble , a vile Earthy Clod , He never will have Pow'r , what e're he wish , To save himself , by overcoming God. But Heav'n is quite above Malignant Powers , Our Peace & Safety 's far above their reach . Christs Kingdom is not of this World , nor ours , It 's unseen Blessedness which he did Preach . There Holy Spirits free from Sin and Fear , From Cruel Tyrants , Devils , Death and Hell , The sweet Celestial Melody still hear , In perfect Light and Love together dwell . There 's no dark Error , no perplexing doubt , No Selfish Envy , Strife or Discontent ; All hurtful troubling things are there shut out , No Wrathful Sting , no Malice , no Dissent . Numberless Numbers there , are all but One , Of the same Body , each a Member is , Each hath his due degree and place , but none A Selfish separated part of Bliss . All have one God , one Head , one Vital Spirit ; All Love God with one Love ; and all Rejoice With one Joy : All one Kingdom do Inherit , All sweetly sing Gods Praise , as with one Voice . True Unity with Diff'rence well Accords , And makes up Beauty & Consort ; though there Self , Numbers , Many , and such parting words , Have not the same dividing sence as here . Thus hath one Soul more than one Faculty , One Sun ; each sort of Life , Three formal Powers ; Some Image of the Divine Trinity ; But none on Earth so excellent as ours . And as in Being , so in more respects , Unity doth with Number well agree , Many Concauses have the same effects , Yea all Gods Creatures One and Many be . So divers Fruits are but parts of one Tree ; And every Tree is Rooted in one Ground : All Grounds of this One Earth but parcels be , This Earth a small part of the World is found . Souls are unseen , and so their Union is , Many united Individuals , Their distinct persons make some think amiss , That they are incoherent Integrals . God only hath a perfect Unity , Of the same World , some Blest , some Cursed be , Some Union stands with great Diversity , Apples and Crabs may grow on the same Tree . Blest Union is of Good-things near of Kin , To things Discordant Union causeth pain ; An aking Tooth is better out than in , To lose a Rotting Member is a Gain . The nearest Fuel is Consum'd by Fire . Gods Wrath is near the Wicked , to destroy . To Holy Souls , who Gods Love most desire , He is their full and everlasting Joy. Ten Thousand Stars and Candles give one Light , Concordant Sounds make one sweet Melody . Two Ears , One hearing Cause , Two Eyes , One Sight ; But Light & Darkness have no Unity . Here Wicked Men are every where in Wars : Men against Men , as Tigers fiercely Rave : Our Minds , & Wills , & Passions , have their Jars ; Our Souls and Bodies Mortal Discords have . Though Life be short , & Death is at the Door , Impatient Foes think posting Time too slow , They grudg to let us live a few Days more , Revenge and Malice long to give the Blow . But Heav'n hath no such work : there 's no such Men : Nothing is there , the Blessed to Annoy , With Christ & Angels Holy Soul shall then , Praise God in perfect Life , Light , Love & Joy ! Amen , Decemb. 17. 1682. VI. The Exit . MY Soul go boldly forth , Forsake this Sinful Earth , What hath it bin to thee But Pain and Sorrow , And thinkst thou it will be Better to Morrow ? Love not this Darksome Womb , Nor yet a Gilded Tomb , Though on it Written be Mortal Mens Story , Look up by Faith , and see Sure Joyful Glory . Why art thou for Delay , Thou cam'st not here to stay ? What tak'st thou for thy part , But Heav'nly pleasure ? Where then should be thy Heart , But where 's thy Treasure ? Thy God , thy Head 's above , There is the World of Love ; Mansions there purchas'd are , By Christs own Merit , For these he doth prepare Thee by his Spirit . Look up towards Heav'n , and see How vast those Regions be , Where Blessed Spirits dwell , How Pure and Lightful , But Earth is near to Hell , How Dark and Frightful . Here Life doth strive with Death , To lengthen Mortals Breath ; Till one short Race be run , Which would be ended , When it is but begun , If not defended . Here Life is but a Spark , Scarce shining in the Dark ; Life is the Element there , Which Souls reside in : Much like as Air is here , Which we abide in . Hither thou cam'st from thence : The Divine Influence In Flesh my Soul did place , Among the Living : To be of Humane Race , Was his free giving . There I shall know God more : There is the Blessed Chore : No Wickedness comes there , All there is Holy : There is no Grief or Fear , No Sin or Folly. Ierusalem above , Glorious in Light and Love , Is Mother of us all , Who shall enjoy them , The Wicked Hell-ward fall ; Sin will destroy them . O Blessed Company , Where all in Harmony , Iehovah's Praises Sing , Still without ceasing : And all Obey their King , With perfect pleasing . God there is the Saints Rest , God is their constant Feast ; He doth them Feed and Bless , With Love and Favour , Of which they still possess , The pleasant Savour . God is Essential Love , And all the Saints above , Are like unto him made , Each in his Measure : Love is their Life and Trade , Their constant Pleasure . Love Flame 's in every Breast , The Greatest and the Least ; Strangers to this sweet Life , There are not any . Love leaves no place for Strife ; Makes One of Many . Each is to other dear , No Malice enters there ; No Siding Difference ; No Hurt , no Evil ; Because no Ignorance , No Sin , no Devil . VVhat Joy must there needs be , VVhere all Gods Glory see ; Feeling Gods Vital Love , VVhich still is Burning : And Flaming God-ward move , Full Love returning . SELF makes Contention here , Love makes all Common there , There 's no Propriety , Mine is my Brothers . Perfect Community Makes One's Anothers . Go out then lingring Soul ; From this Vile Serpents Hole ; VVhere Bred as in a Sink , They Hiss and Sting us . VVill not Christ , dost thou think , To better bring us . Think not that Heav'n wants store , Think not that Hell hath more , If all on Earth were lost : Earth's scarce one Tittle , To the vast Heavens : at most , Exceeding little . All those Blest Myriads be , Lovers of Christ and Thee ; Angels thy presence wish , Christ will receive thee : Then let not Bruitish Flesh , Fright and Deceive thee . Gladly my Soul go forth ; Is Heaven of no more worth , Then this Curst Desert is , This VVorld of Trouble : Prefer Eternal Bliss , Before this Bubble . VVish not still for Delay : VVhy wouldst thou longer stay From Christ , from Home so far , In Self-Denyal : And live in longer VVar , A Life of Tryal . Souls Live when Flesh lies Dead : Thy Sin is Pardoned : VVhen Christ doth Death disarm , VVhy art thou fearful ; And Souls that fear no harm , Should pass forth Chearful . Cherish not causeless Doubt , That God will shut the out : What if he thee assur'd From Heav'n by Letter : His Son , his Spirit , and VVord . Have done it better . Hath Mercy made Life sweet : And is it kind and meet , Thus to draw back from God , VVho doth Protect thee ? Look then for his sharp Rod , Next to Correct thee ? VVhat if Foes should make hast , Thou wilt the sooner tast VVhat all Blest Souls enjoy , VVith Christ for ever ? VVhere those that thee Annoy , Shall hurt thee never . Fear not the VVorld of Light , Though out of Mortal's sight : As if it doubtful were , For want of seeing : Gross Bodies Vilest are , And the least Being . Vain sinful VVorld farewel ; I go where Angels dwell ; VVhere Life , Light , Love and Joy , Are the Saints Glory : Gods Praises there employ The Consistory . Christ who knows all his Sheep , VVill all in safety keep . He will not lose his Blood , Nor Intercession : Nor we the Purchas'd Good Of his dear Passion . I know my God is Just , To him I wholy Trust ; All that I have , and am , All that I hope for : All 's sure and seen to him , VVhich I here grope for . Lord Jesus take my Spirit : I trust thy Love and Merit : Take home this wand'ring Sheep , For thou hast sought it : This Soul in safety keep , For thou hast bought it . Amen , Decemb. 19. 1682. The Valediction . 1. VAin World , what is in thee ? What do poor mortals see Which should esteemed be , Worthy their Pleasure ? Is it the Mothers VVomb , Or Sorrows which soon come , Or a dark Grave and Tomb VVhich is their Treasure ? How dost thou Man deceive By thy vain Glory , VVhy do they still Believe Thy false History . 2. Is 't Childrens Book and Rod , The Lab'rer's heavy Load , Poverty under-trod The VVorld desireth ? Is it distracting Cares , Or Heart-tormenting Fears , Or pineing Grief and Tears , VVhich Man requireth ? Or is it it Youthful Rage , Or Childish Toying ? Or is Decrepite Age VVorth Mans Enjoying ? 3. Is it deceitful Wealth , Got by Care , Fraud , or Stealth , Or short uncertain Health , VVhich thus befool Men ? Or do the Serpents Lies , By the VVorlds Flatteries , And tempting Vanities , Still over-rule them ? Or do they in a Dream , Sleep out their Season ? Or born down by Lusts Stream , VVhich Conquers Reason . 4. The silly Lambs to day , Pleasantly Skip and Play , Whom Butchers mean to Slay , Perhaps to Morrow : In a more Bruitish sort , Doe careless Sinners Sport , Or in dead Sleep still Snort , As neer to Sorrow . Till Life , not well begun , be sadly Ended , And the Web they have Spun , Can ne'r be Mended . 5. What is the time that 's gone , And what is that to come ? Is it not now as none , The present stays not . Time posteth , Oh how fast Unwelcome Death makes hast , None can call back what 's past , Judgment delays not : Though God bring in the Light , Sinners awake not , Because Hells out of Sight , They Sin forsake not . 6. Man walks in a vain shew , They know , yet will not know ; Sit still when they should go , But run for shaddows : While they might tast and know The living Streams that flow , And crop the Flowers that grow In Christ's sweet Medows . Life's better slept away , Than as they use it . In Sin and Drunken Play , Vain Men abuse it . 7. Malignant World adiew , Where no foul Vice is new , Only to Satan true , God still offended : Though taught and warn'd by God , And his Chastising Rod , Keeps still the way that 's broad , Never amended . Baptismal Vows some make , But ne'r perform them ; If Angels from Heaven spake , 'T would not reform them . 8. They dig for Hell beneath , They Labour hard for Death , Run themselves out of Breath To overtake it . Hell is not had for nought , Damnation's dearly bought , And with great Labour sought , They 'l not forsake it . Their Souls are Satans fee , He 'l not abate it . Grace is refus'd that 's free , Mad Sinners hate it . 9. Vile Man is so perverse , It 's too rough work for Verse , His badness to Rehearse , And shew his Folly. He 'l die at any rates , He God and Conscience hates , Yet Sin he Consecrates , And calls it Holy : The Grace he 'l not endure , Which would renew him : Constant to all , and sure , Which will undoe him . 10. His Head comes first at Birth , And takes Root in the Earth , As Nature shooteth forth , His Feet grow highest : To kick at all above , And spurn at saving Love ; His God is in his Grove , Because its nighest . He loves this World of strife , Hates what would mend it : Loves Death that 's called Life , Fears what would end it . 11. All that is Good hee 'd cursh , Blindly on Sin doth rush , A Pricking thorny Bush , Such Christ was Crown'd with . Their Worships like to this , The Reed , the Judas Kiss , Such the Religion is , That these abound with . They mock Christ with the Knee When e're they bow it ; As if God did not see The Heart , and know it . 12. Of Good they choose the least , Despise that which is best , The joyful Heavenly feast , Which Christ would give them : Heav'n hath scarce one cold wish , They live unto the Flesh , Like Swine they feed on VVash , Satan doth drive them . Like weeds they grow in Mire , VVhich Vices nourish ; VVhere warm'd by Satans Fire , All Sins do Flourish . 13. Is this the VVorld Men choose , For which they Heav'n refuse , And Christ and Grace abuse , And not receive it . Shall I not guilty be Of this in some Degree , If hence God would me free , And I 'd not leave it . My Soul from Sodom flie , Lest wrath there find thee : Thy Refuge-rest is nigh , Look not behind thee . 14. There 's none of this adoe , None of the Hellish Crew , Gods promise is most true , Boldly believe it . My Friends are gone before , And I am neer the Shoor , My Soul stands at the Door , O Lord receive it . It trusts Christ and his Merits , The Dead he raises : Joyn it with Blessed Spirits , Who sing thy Praises . Ian. 14. 1682 / 3. FINIS . The Titles . I. Grace . pag. 1 II. Wisdome . 19 III. Madness . 25 IV. Hypocrisie . 34 V. Man. 48 VI. The Exit . 62 VII . The Valediction . 70 Books lately Printed for B. Simmons at the Three Golden Cocks at the West-end of St. Pauls , 1683. MR. Rich. Baxter's Dying Thoughts , preparatory to his approaching Change. Octavo . Of the Immortality of Man's Soul , and the Nature of it , and other Spirits . Two Discourses . Octavo . By Mr. Baxter . Truth and Peace promoted : Or , a Guide for young Christians in the way of Salvation , past the danger of Errors and Difficulties of Curiosity . In a familiar Dialogue between a Minister of Christ , and a Devout private Christian. Twelves . By Adam Martindalt .