Imprimatur  
Ex Aedib. Lamb. March. 6. 1666/ 7   

DIVINE Contentment: OR A MEDICINE for a Discontented Man: AND A Confession of FAITH: And other POEMS upon several SUBJECTS.  
By EDWARD MANLOVE of Ashborne in the County of Derby ESQUIRE.  
LONDON Printed, for Richard Mills at the  and Mortar without Temple Barr. 1667.   

To the READER.  
REad, and peruse, this Poem to prevent,  
The prejudice, that comes by Discontent,  
Which is a Sin not only Capital,  
But Catholic, and Epidemical,  
Both to, and fro, man's tossed, with discontent,  
Filled with disquiet, and distemperment.  
He's full of murmuring, nothing doth him please,  
His restless spirit's, like the raging Seas,  
Always tempestuous, full of rage and heat,  
Often perplexed, with amazements great.  
His troubled heart, is like a little Hell,  
where's discontent; the Devil loves to dwell.  
Then strive O man, against this mortal sin;  
Prise contentation; Peace is found therein.  
Peruse this Poem; dressed in mean attire,  
Let true Contentment, be thy hearts desire.  
EDW. MANLOVE.   

A MEDICINE for a Discontented MAN.  By Edward Manlove of Ashborn in the County of Derby Esquire. 
CAst off distrustful, and distracting care,  
The love of Riches, brings a sudden snare.  
If with thy Wealth, thou do dishonour God,  
'twill surely hasten, his Correcting Rod,  
Wouldst thou be Rich? Paul for thy pattern take;  
Learn thou Contentment, in a low estate,  
Contents great gain, unto a godly soul,  
Run fast, make haste, to get this Glorious Goal.  
Engrave this lesson on thy humble heart,  
Lay out thyself, and labour for this Art.  
The way to get it; may be best discerned,  
By God's good word, this lesson, there is learnt.  
Then read, and hear, the Gospel full of Grace,  
In this transparent glass, behold God's face.  
When read, and heard, remember this thing more,  
Safe in thy heart, this sacred treasure store.  
This truth's a treasure, all men cannot get;  
Then lay it up, in thy chief Cabinet.  
And prise it high, preserve it for thy need,  
To curb thy sin, for thou art Adam's seed.  
And many Lusts, from thy corrupted heart,  
Wage daily war, against thy better part.  
Then stoutly strive, the mastership to win,  
Not by thy strength, thou art a sink of sin.  
By prayers, and tears, seek thou for help to him,  
That can both help, and pardon all thy sin.  
O murmur not; but meekly walk with God,  
Make bare thy back; if he lift up the Rod.  
And be content; to (his) submit thy will:  
For he can sweeten, every bitter Pill.  
If thy condition, bitter seem, to thee,  
Yet be content; it comes by God's decree;  
Who knows thy state; and eke this precept gave,  
Content yourselves, with such things as ye have.  
Thou must obey God's word, it is his will;  
At his command, the raging Sea stood still.  
He is thy King; a Loyal Subject be,  
Submit unto, his Royal Majesty.  
If thou be poor, and pinched with Poverty,  
Thy God is rich, and can provide for thee.  
Hast thou no moneys, goods, nor earthly soil?  
God can sustain thee, with a Cruse of Oil.  
Hast no Estate, thy Children may possess?  
God is a Father to the fatherless  
Hast nothing left, for thy beloved Wife?  
Leave her to God, he can preserve her life.  
Art thou in pain? thy God can give thee ease,  
And in thy sickness, make thy sickness cease.  
Art thou in Prison? God can thee release,  
Art spoiled with War? thy God can send thee peace.  
But for the present, learn to be content  
Repine at nothing, Providence hath sent,  
Art thou placed in, a high, or lower Sphere?  
It is God's Providence, that placed thee there.  
If thou be placed, in the lowest Orb,  
Submit with Patience, to the living Lord,  
God sees it good, thou shouldst be placed there,  
Else he would place thee, in a higher Sphere,  
The highest Orb, is not the safest state,  
Low shrubs are quiet, when high Cedars shake.  
Are many Rich, and no Affliction feel?  
And thou but poor, observe the inner wheel.  
Ezekiel minds thee of more wheels than one.  
The inner wheel, turns all, or else turns none.  
God's providence, the inner wheel and best,  
Doth strongly move, and turneth all the rest.  
It is the Helm, that turns about the Ship,  
The Universe, is overruled by it.  
And yet its compass, it doth not exceed,  
But doth concur, to perfect what's decreed.  
Let thou, and I, this lesson learn from hence;  
Strive not at all, against God's providence.  
But be contented, with thy present lot,  
The wheel may turn, although thou know'st it not  
Let God choose for thee, be not over nice,  
Lest (Adam like) thou make an evil choice.  
He had great choice, excepted was one tree,  
He are of that, was cursed, and so were we.  
Lott made his choice, he had his hearts desire,  
He Sodom chose, which soon was burnt with fire.  
Remember Rachel, blessed jacobs' wife,  
Her choice was Children, one cost her, her life.  
Take what God gives, let that give thee content,  
God can supply thee, when thy store is spent,  
If God give more, beware of wilful waist,  
If God give less, praise God for what thou hast.  
By providence, man's life, preserved is,  
More than by Wealth, which is the worldlings bliss  
The quiet mind, in the contented man,  
Yields more comfort, than his Riches can.  
It makes him happy, cheatful, yea (content)  
Makes Poor men Rich, when all their Treasures spen  
But discontent disturbs, turns peace, to strife,  
It doth eat up, the comfort of man's life,  
This inbred thief, doth rob us, of no less,  
Then all the Riches, that we do possess  
This bitter Dram, imbitters all the cup,  
This sour sop, all sweetness drinketh up.  
This fretting moth; doth fret the purest part,  
This eating Canker; eats the very heart,  
Wouldst thou have comfort? banish discontent,  
●or it doth cloud, thy comforts eminent.  
But true content, doth all to comfort turn,  
This Oil keeps in the Lamp, and makes it burn.  
Then pump thy heart, draw out all discontent,  
Stop up the leak, the danger to prevent.  
For troubled waters, if they do get in  
May drowned thy ship, and sink thy soul in sin,  
This discontent, the better to avoid,  
Be humble (man) and eke beware of Pride,  
With that condition, God hath placed thee in,  
Be thou content; for discontent is sin.  
Keep to thy calling, think it not too low,  
Tax not God's wisdom, he hath made it so.  
Art thou a Tradesman? follow then thy Trade,  
Old Adam (he) despised not a spade.  
Our father jacob, kept his father's sheep,  
Where God hath placed thee, there thou oughtst to keep  
But now a days, this discontent, and pride,  
Makes many a man, his calling lay aside,  
It is too low or he too high for it,  
This Pride makes him, his lawful calling quit,  
And strange Cameraes do possess his brain,  
He seeks for something in a higher strain.  
The Cobbler then; the Pulpit needs must climb,  
His words are losty, and his thoughts sublime,  
The Spirit moves him, how can he mistake?  
His words are stiched well and well they take,  
He is improved, and you shall hear anon,  
He's Pastor of, some Congregation,  
His purblind brethren, love to hear him teach,  
And this proud Patcher, he presumes to Preach.  
And when he doth, this new found way forsake,  
'Tis doubt he will, begin to Rant, or Quake.  
Alas he's gone, so far beyond his Last,  
He's like to fall, by running over fast.  
Pride puffed him up, the Cobbler climbing high,  
Ape like, hath showed▪ his great'st deformity  
Alas poor man! 'tis time that all lament,  
'tis much ado▪ for man to be content.  
If he be poor; then envious he will be,  
If Rich, puffed up with his Prosperity.  
With jacobs' Talon, learn to be content.  
Praise God that hath, thee, food, and raiment, sent  
If thou be Rich, and yet dost covet more,  
It better is, to be content and poor.  
Or if thy Riches, fill with worldly care,  
Thy empty heart, thy riches are a snare,  
Or if thy riches, cause thy discontent,  
Thy riches are, an empty Compliment.  
But art thou rich; and godly, and content?  
Thy riches are, a gracious supplement.  
If thou employ them, for God's glory then,  
God will thee bless; thou wilt have praise of men.  
Pray not for Riches, nor for Poverty,  
But food convenient, that is best for thee,  
A mean estate; may yield as much content,  
As Riches great, or places eminent.  
Sorrow sometimes, far better is then joy,  
A low estate, far better than a high.  
What greater Honour, canst thou do to God,  
Then with submission, humbly kiss his Rod?  
Then be content, in want learn to abound,  
This sweet condition, is with comfort crowned.  
Contentment here, the first fruit of Heaven is,  
But true content, is in eternal bliss.  
But discontent, doth discompose the heart,  
Doth gall the spirit, vexeth every part.  
It is a Gangrein, and a festering sore,  
●t turns both faith, and patience forth adore,  
It is a breed bate, making jars, and fractions,  
It fumes, it frets, it stirreth up, distractions.  
It hurts the body, it, disjoints the soul,  
It, makes ill, worse, it is a Kindle coal.  
It makes repining, when we should rejoice,  
It, always wants, it's full of avarice.  
It, is a passion, that doth often rob,  
Man of his reason; makes him slight his God,  
But true contentment, in the inner part,  
Works trouble out, of every troubled heart;  
As Physic doth, Diseases purge away,  
So doth contentment, greatest gains allay.  
It doth refresh, and cheer, the fainting heart,  
Of every one, that gains this godly Art.  
It makes the Lame, to leap, the Sad, to Sing;  
Divine Contentment, doth sweet solace bring.  
There is great Virtue▪ in Divine Content,  
This Golden Shield, beats back discouragement,  
This gallant ship, the heart from sinking saves,  
And makes it Sail above the raging Waves.  
This true Content, doth set man's heart in tune,  
By fervent Prayer, his God to importune.  
It brings the heart, into a holy frame,  
For God accepts, no Sacrifice that's lame.  
Content breeds courage, in a godly Saint,  
He bears his burden, when the wicked faint,  
If God command him, he takes up his Cross,  
And by Contentment; he, makes gain of loss,  
Impatience, and discontent, are Twins  
But true Content, doth banish these two sins.  
But discontent, much murmuring doth produce,  
To let in sin, it, is the very sluice.  
This murmuring sin, the Devil's Music is,  
He likes no Tune, so well, as he likes this.  
This Discontent, a restless Spirit is,  
That haunts so many, and so few doth miss,  
It makes a man, means indirect to use,  
To get such things, as Nature bids him choose.  
Contentment doth, temptations strong prevent,  
Though th' World, and flesh, and Devil all do temp  
But discontent, made Iob's wife foolish be  
Unto her Husband say, Curse God and die,  
This discontent, a man an Atheist makes,  
He turns Apostate, and his God forsakes.  
He thinks that God, of man doth take no care,  
He's not contented, with his Bill of Fare.  
He nothing wants, and yet is discontent,  
He hath enough, and yet is indigent,  
Out of the Blossom, of this discontent,  
Grows bitter Fruit, an evil consequent,  
But with content; a little, is enough,  
This Anchor stays, the Ship; when storms are rough  
This turns the bitter water, into Wine,  
And makes it taste, the Nectar, from the Vine.  
This Crosses great, to Comforts great, doth turn,  
And makes him merry, that before did mourn.  
It makes his heavy burden, seem but light,  
He hopes for Glory of a greater weight,  
If this be then, the fruit of contentation,  
O labour man, to get this consolation.  
This Honey Comb, drops sweetness every where,  
This comfort lasts, because content is there,  
But discontent, a sour Leaven is,  
Our greatest comforts, are Eclipsed by this;  
It lessens mercy, trebles every Cross,  
Turns sweet to sour, the purest Gold to dross.  
But true contentment, waits on Providence,  
And takes God's deal, in a better sense.  
If God send sickness, Pain, or Poverty,  
All's for the best, if thou contented be.  
Doth God Refine thee, in a Furnace hot,  
To purge away thy dross, why should be not?  
Thou art his Gold, he makes thee sparkle more,  
Thou art made purer, than thou wast before,  
He in his Wisdom, makes thy body smart,  
To bring thee to, a better frame of heart.  
Shouldst thou be Rich, be sure that Christ be thine  
Of Grace and Wisdom, he's the golden Mine.  
He is a Pearl, a sparkling Diamond,  
His worth, all worldly Treasure, goes beyond.  
Sell all thou hast, to get this precious prize,  
And buy the Field, wherein this Treasure lies.  
In Christ both Fullness and true Riches is,  
By this enriching Pearl, comes glorious Bliss.  
Enduring Riches, in this Treasury,  
Are locked up, from all Eternity.  
If worldly Wealth be wanting, live by Faith  
He that hath Christ; the greatest Treasure hath.  
This, richly decks, the Soul; with true content.  
These are the Riches, that are permanent.  
If thou be rich and yet thy soul be poor,  
What art thou better for thy worldly store?  
But if thy Soul bespangled be with Grace  
Thou art prepared, for a better place,  
The high Plantation, Heaven's Paradise,  
The glorious Heaven of Eternal Joys.  
There are true Riches, there's true consolation,  
There is full freedom, from all Reprobation,  
All other things, are like the Butterfly,  
Whose Wings are painted, very curiously,  
Yet touch them, they thy fingers do defile,  
All Earthly things, are apt thy soul to soil.  
They do corrupt, they cannot long endure,  
Fix not thy heart on things that are impure.  
But be content, let God thy portion be,  
He hath a godly heritage for thee.  
The world is empty, only full of sin,  
In God is fullness, make address to him,  
He can give Riches, he can make thee poor,  
job lost much wealth, yet God did give him more▪  
Then do not kick, against the Lord's decree.  
He knows thy state, and knows what's best for thee  
Submit to God, embrace his blessed Son,  
Pray as he taught, (O Lord) thy will be done.  
God is well pleased, with his Children, when  
They like that portion, he allots to them.  
He hath his end, in that they do submit,  
To Providence, and Acquiess in it.  
Then be content, to Satan do despite,  
In discontent the Devil doth delight.  
All evil passions, labour to prevent,  
Displease the Devil, learn to be content.  
By discontent, the Devil's gratified,  
And by this sin, thy Soul may be destroyed.  
Take heed of discord, 'tis the Devil's joy,  
Fly discontent, it brings much misery.  
Subdue thyself, strive for this Victory,  
Keep down thy flesh, it is an enemy.  
Art thou reproached, or in Prison cast?  
Bear it with patience till the storm be past,  
God can repair thee, and release thee thence,  
But he is pleased, to prove thy Patience.  
He knows what's in thee, but this exercise,  
Will make thee learn, his mercy more to prize,  
job was corrected with a sharper rod,  
Yet under sufferings, he did Worship God.  
He lost both Flocks and Herds, and Children dear,  
Yet in all this, he did God's Justice clear.  
He was Divested, of a great Estate,  
The Lord that gave, the Lord away did take.  
His body suffered, in a high degree,  
From Biles and Botches▪ there was no place free,  
Then he a Potsheard, took himself to scrape,  
And humbly he, down in the ashes sat.  
O here behold; the fruit of true content;  
job suffered much, and yet was Patient.  
He got much Gain, by this correcting Rod,  
All works for good, to them that love their God.  
God in his Wisdom; maketh many times  
Our Maladies, to be our Medicines.  
Art thou then poor? are Earthly comforts gone?  
God can make Physic, of Affliction.  
Unto the Righteous; godly, and upright,  
In greatest darkness, there ariseth light;  
Afflictions great, may prove an excellent  
Cathalicon against thy discontent.  
And also teach thee, much Humility,  
For much proud flesh, within thy heart doth lie.  
But sharp corrections, are God's Corrowsives,  
To eat it out; proud flesh is apt to rise.  
Yea Gall and Wormwood, God doth oft provide,  
To purge his Children, from the sin of Pride.  
By God's Chastisements, man is often brought,  
To true Repentance, which thereby is taught.  
Repentance, is the precious fruit that grows,  
Upon the Cross, this Thorn doth bear a Rose.  
Afflictions do Gods children truly try,  
They are the touchstone of sincerity.  
They make them zealons when they pray to God,  
They are most fervent? when they feel the Rod.  
jonah, securely, in the ship did sleep,  
But jonah prayed, in danger, in the deep,  
Affliction sifts the soul of sinful man,  
It tries his Faith, 'tis God's refining Fan.  
Faith propped with Patience, bears the greatest weight  
This far shines brightest, in the darkest night.  
'tis God that doth our Graces often try,  
Submit to him, much comfort comes thereby.  
Do not withstand God's way, which works out sin;  
Thy heart's impure, much dross is found therein.  
By God's chastisements, man receives no loss,  
This fiery furnace, purgeth out the dross,  
Tho Shadrach, Mesach, and Abednego  
Were in the Furnace hot; they felt no woe.  
They were fast bound, and cast into the fire,  
It burned their bonds, it burned not their attire.  
So doth the fire of our Afflictions try,  
And burns the bonds of our iniquity.  
We are God's people, and his husbandry,  
Within our hearts, the seeds of sin do lie,  
He Ploughs them up, destroys the wicked weed,  
And in our hearts, he sows a holy seed.  
He kills the Tares, he Harrows every part,  
Afflictions help, to make a holy heart.  
True Faith put forth, most pure and noble acts,  
In times of trial, faith beats fearing back.  
The Torch that's beaten, gives the greater light,  
Faith in affliction, shineth far more bright.  
The Bay, and Cypress, flourish in the shade,  
But in the Sun, these fragrant flowers fade,  
The shade of sorrow, more improves thy Grace,  
Then shining solace, in a pleasant Place.  
Then murmur not, submit to God most high,  
Accept that well, which makes thee fructify.  
By discontent, our Prayers we do confute,  
We pray (thy will be don●,) this is our suit.  
And yet we murmur in Adversity,  
Which shows our Prayers, are in Hipocrysy.  
Hast thou more sorrow, than some others have,  
Then seek to God, and his assistance crave.  
He can support thee in thy sorrows all,  
And set thee free, from all thy Bonds and thrall.  
The Prophet Daniel, was by wicked men,  
Accused and cast, into the Lions Den.  
Yet was preserved by God's Almighty power,  
The hungry Lions, did not him devour.  
But his accusers, found them violent,  
Their bones they broke, God saved the innocent.  
Great sufferings are, the way to glory great,  
God's blessed Son, did blood and water sweat.  
He suffered death, and yet was free from sin,  
He paid thy debt, wilt thou do nought for him?  
O be content, do not thy case condole,  
Afflictions help, to cure a sin sick soul.  
But male content, of grief, and anger both,  
A mixture hath, and raiseth stormy wrath.  
Within thy soul this spirit restless is,  
'tis never quiet, something is amiss.  
The mans not sick, and yet he's never well,  
Ask what he ails; alas he cannot tell.  
What is the matter? his great discontent,  
Hath discomposed his heart, and made a rent.  
There is no state can please his wavering mind,  
In no condition, he can comfort find.  
He runs the round, he ends where he begun,  
Moves to and fro, dislikes both shade and sun.  
Faith looks beyond, the help of earthly things,  
And feeds upon, both hope, and promisings  
Faith will trust God, where him it cannot trace,  
And will adventure of his word, and grace.  
But discontent, no reason will obey,  
The rules of faith, it wholly casts away.  
Great sinfulness, is found in discontent,  
Both in the causes, and the consequent.  
Pride, Envy, Avatice, and Unbeleif,  
Of discontent, these are the causes chief.  
Pride makes a man, too highly to esteem,  
His own deserts, and others meanly deem.  
His own condition, he conceives too low,  
And so blames God, because he made it so.  
And this proud man, presume to tax the Lord,  
Because he placed him in no higher Orb.  
So Envy is, a very devilish sin,  
Adam was holy, Satan envied him.  
The sacrifice of Abel, was accepted,  
Cain envied him, because (his) was rejected  
And Avarice, doth cause great discontent,  
'tis ever craveing, always indigent.  
For Covetousness, contentedness, doth thwart,  
They cannot both, live in a holy heart.  
Distrusts an evil, greater than distress,  
'Tis inconsistent with contentedness.  
And discontent, it is a daily grief,  
It is the Echo, of man's unbeleif.  
And this distemper, causeth such discord,  
That man with gladness, cannot serve the Lord,  
For discontent doth always live in want,  
Unthankfulness is its concomitant.  
This discontent, made Ahab, Naboth stone,  
That Naboth's Vineyard, might be come his own.  
And Absolom it caused to seek a Crown,  
To raise himself, and pull his Father down.  
This discontent doth daily stir up strife,  
It takes away the comfort of man's life.  
I● man hath much, and yet do thirst for more,  
He's discontent, this makes the Rich man poor.  
We nought deserve, and yet we much desire  
If God deny us, we are full of ire.  
When jonahs' Guard, (that withering vanity)  
Was smitten, jonah in a Pet would die.  
All live in want, that live in discontent,  
Rich men are robbed, by this distemperment.  
Through discontent, some murmur, some do mourn  
Which maketh God, their mercies to adjourn.  
Wouldst thou have mercy, seek to God and pray;  
This murmuring doth God's mercy much delay.  
When children struggle, they are beaten worse,  
Our sinful passions, cause a heavy curse.  
The Isralites, by murmuring discontent,  
Procured from God, a heavy punishment.  
They were rewarded, for their peevishness,  
They wandered long, within the wilderness.  
Then strive (O man) against thy discontent.  
This evil spirit labour to prevent.  
The world is such, that men the more they have,  
Are less content, which makes them more to crave  
Doth Wealth increase? the worldly man's desire  
Increaseth more; this Oil inflames the fire.  
The heart of man triangular is found,  
The world is very Circular and Round.  
There is nothing, man's soul can satisfy,  
But God, the Lord, the Holy Trinity.  
Then covet not much wealth, strive for content  
Life is a vapour, and is quickly spent.  
Sometimes the Sun goes down▪ before noon day,  
Before old age, grim death, takes life away.  
Sometimes the Sun of life, sets presently,  
Death doth approach▪ the dawning Infancy.  
Sometimes it is Eclipsed in the Womb,  
The mother's belly doth the babe entomb.  
Man's here to day, to morrow he is gone,  
Our winged Time, goes very swiftly on,  
Life is uncertain, long it cannot last,  
It is a wheel, that's running ever fast.  
Man's life it is, compared to a day,  
Or to a Post, that rideth fast away.  
Our life is short, long here we cannot stay,  
And little will, our charges here defray.  
It is not far, unto our journey's end,  
And after death, we need no more to spend.  
If Farmers should, great sums of money spend,  
In Building; when their term is near an end,  
They would be deemed very indiscreet,  
For building where, they have no better right.  
So he that doth, immoderately give,  
His mind to Wealth; and hath short time to live.  
May be accounted, for a carnal man,  
That slights his soul, he is no Christian.  
Then learn content, for wealth cannot delay,  
The Pangs of Death, which take thy life away.  
Sad thoughts and troubles, often here attend,  
A great Estate, and terror in the end.  
'tis not abundance, that a man enjoys,  
That is the thing, wherein contentment lies,  
An evil spirit, haunts the Worldlings Chest,  
So that the Miser, cannot be at rest,  
His heaps of Gold, he strives to hid them sure,  
He takes great care, his Riches to secure.  
His worldly wealth, he labours to increase,  
His anxious thoughts, destroy his inward peace.  
The World affordeth many pleasant things,  
This Bee, gives Honey, but it often stings.  
Within the Sunshine, is the pleasant seat,  
Yet it is troubled, with the scotching heat.  
Most men they do, delight in dainty fare,  
The Rich man's table, often is his snare,  
He quickly may, ingulf himself too deep,  
And drowned be, within these waters sweet.  
'tis difficult, to know how to abound,  
Good Salve ill used, may make a greater wound.  
So many times, man's great Prosperity,  
Doth make him Proud and cause security.  
And yet abundance, few men's hearts doth fill,  
But many souls this Pleurisy doth kill.  
Then with a little learn to be content,  
Srive to be good, not to be eminent.  
When jacob, for his Pillow had a stone,  
And when his body, lay the earth upon,  
He sweetly slept, and did enjoy his rest,  
For Food and Raiment, jacob made request.  
Doth wealth increase? it doth increase thy cares,  
And may thee draw, into a world of snares,  
Small Pinnaces, ride safe upon the Sea,  
When storms, and winds cast gallant Ships away.  
Our Father Adam fell in Paradise,  
job from the Dunghill, had a glorious rise.  
Strong Samson slept, securely on the lap,  
O Dalilah, that sought his life to trap.  
The fawning world, is worse than when it frowns,  
The greatest cares, attend the Richest Crowns.  
When men grow rich, their hearts begin to swell,  
The sin of Pride, in rich men's hearts doth d●●●ll.  
Observe how mad men, when the Moon declines  
Are quieter; then, when it's in the prime.  
When men's Estates, are low, and in the Wain,  
They humble are, and less mind worldly gain.  
Then be contented, with thy present lot,  
If thou have less than others, envy not.  
A great Estate, great envy to it draws,  
Men hate Superiors, that's the greatest cause.  
When David kept, his Father Iesse's sheep,  
None did him envy, none his life did seek,  
But when he did, enjoy a Kingly Crown,  
Then envy sought, to bring his Honour down.  
An envious man; he hath an evil Eye,  
He hates to see, good men's Prosperity.  
Then be content, seek not too high to mount,  
The more thou hast; the greater's thy account.  
Trade for God's Glory, hast thou less or more,  
Lay out thy money, on this public score,  
Cast in thy Mite, into this Treasury,  
Improve thy Talon, for Eternity.  
Art thou exalted, to a high degree?  
Then in good Works, (man) labour Rich to be,  
Remember that, thou art a Steward here,  
Prepare thyself, and make thy reckoning clear.  
Against thy Lord, and Master, call for it,  
Thou must account, for this thy Stewardship.  
And when this great account, is clearly passed,  
Then thou art free, this reckoning is thy last.  
Then what if thou, some hardship here endure?  
Death ends thy Hell, and then thy Heaven's sure.  
Rich Dives did, poor Lazarus disdain,  
Who craved crumbs, his life for to sustain,  
And yet the dogs, some pity took on him,  
As if those dogs; had his Physicians been.  
They licked his sores, when Lazarus did lie,  
At Dives gate, to beg his Charity.  
But Lazarus he, from sorrow soon was quit,  
Here was his Hell, he was released from it.  
And was by Angels, carried clear away,  
To Paradise, where he shall be for aye.  
But Dives was, sent to the lowest Hell,  
Where he with Devils shall for ever dwell,  
And in his torments, in the flaming fire,  
A little water, Dives did desire.  
To cool it tongue, but could it not obtain,  
The damned must, endure eternal pain.  
He that would not, afford the poor a crumb,  
For water cried; to cool his burning tongue,  
Observe God's Justice upon wicked men,  
That have no mercy; he hath none for them.  
And seek by prayer, God's Judgements to prevent,  
Use well thy wealth, and learn to be content.  
●t is a judgement, for a man to have,  
A great Estate; and yet still more to crave.  
The greedy man will never be content,  
He cries give, give, he's always indigent.  
He eats, and drinks, and yet's not satisfied,  
This glutton hath, a greedy appetite.  
For avarice, doth foster discontent,  
●t, is a sin, it is a punishment:  
It is accounted for a secret curse,  
For goods ill gotten, makes the gainers worse.  
The more they have, the less they are content,  
The more they crave, the more's their punishment  
For heaps of silver, cannot satisfy  
Him that loves silver, here's his misery.  
Then strive for grace, and greatness set aside,  
Be not content, till sin be mortified.  
Though sin, in the regenerate remain  
Yet sin in them, doth never rule not reign,  
Be not contented, with thy natural state,  
God's Wrath pursues, the Unregenerate.  
And how canst thou, endure his wrathful ire?  
Or who dwell with everlasting fire?  
A natural man, is under Satan's power,  
This roaring Lion, seeketh to deuóure.  
Be not contented, with thy wicked state,  
Get true Repentance, ere it be too late.  
He that's indebted, till the debt be paid,  
May be Arrested, and in Prison laid.  
Thou art indebted; man by Adam fell,  
Thou mayst be carried▪ Prisoner unto Hell.  
Thou canst not pay, who will thy surety be,  
There's none but Christ, can undertake for thee.  
O then Repent, lay hold on Christ by Faith,  
O be contented, thou art under wrath.  
Change thy condition, hasten out sin,  
Thou wilt be damned, if thou die therein.  
Lott Sodom quit, that City full of sin,  
Was all destroyed, and all that stayed therein.  
The longer man, continueth in his sin  
The stronger hold, doth Satan get in him.  
A Gartison that's strongly fortified,  
And victualled well, soon cannot be destroyed.  
A Plant that's young, soon plucked up may be,  
But thou canst not, pluck up a rooted tree.  
If thou be rooted in the sin of Pride,  
And unbeleif, and nature, be thy guide,  
'tis hard to pluck up, those great roots of sin,  
Which all thy life, thou hast been rooted in.  
Break off thy sins and choose the better part,  
O man Repent, and get a broken heart,  
Thou better hadst, abide the grief and pain,  
Of setting bones, than all thy life be lame.  
That trouble's blest, that brings the soul to God,  
With patience bear, the Lords chastising Rod.  
A Conscience bad, and quiet; needs must be,  
An evil state, a sinful Lichargy.  
Let no condition, that dishonour brings,  
Unto the Lord, who is the King of Kings.  
Give thee content, therein's no inward peace,  
And outward comforts, they will shortly cease.  
Take heed of trading, in a course of sin,  
God never called thee, for to trade therein,  
Art thou a servant? labour speedily,  
To get into some godly Family.  
Continue not, be not content to dwell,  
Within the Suburbs, or the smoke of Hell.  
But hasten out, of wicked sinners tents,  
Lest thou incur their heavy punishments.  
Or be infected, with the Poisoning sin,  
Of ill example that abounds therein.  
When joseph lived, and greatest sway did bear,  
In pharoh's Court, he learned there to swear.  
An ill example, soon is sucked in,  
Our eyes behold, our ears do let in sin,  
Good men by bad, may sooner be perverted,  
Then bad by good, to godliness converted.  
A master bad, a servant bad doth make,  
Men by their Masters, do example take.  
When Laban's flock, the peeled rods did see,  
Of Poplar, Hast, and the Chestnut tree,  
They did conceive and brought forth speckle Goa●  
With white, Ring-straked, and with spotted coat▪  
Men quickly learn, the tune that others sing,  
Examples draw, and are prevailing things.  
In Kedars' tents, then do not thou reside,  
Lest with the wicked, thou shouldst be destroyed.  
If in a wicked Family thou dwell,  
Thou dost inhabit in a little Hell.  
A good man's house with blessing is perfumed,  
The evil man's, in wrath shall be consumed.  
When on the head, the holy Oil of Grace,  
Is poured out, it much perfumes the place.  
And doth diffuse itself, most pleasantly,  
Upon the skirts, of all the family.  
Then labour thou, to live in such a place,  
Where (by God's blessing) thou mayst get more Grace▪  
For good examples, are magnetical  
But ill examples, do in danger all.  
Be not contented, with a little grace,  
But strive for more, be growing up apace.  
'tis not enough, that thou have only life,  
Grace is increased, by a holy strife.  
Paul pressed hard, towards the Holy place,  
Still striving for, a greater stock of grace.  
Some Stars in brightness, others do transcend,  
More Grace, more Glory, bringeth in the end  
Then strive for Grace, but seek not for content  
In worldly wealth, which is not permanent.  
Let Holiness, then be thy heart's delight,  
Of Holiness God is the Prototype.  
He is the Pattern and Original,  
Of Holiness; but we are sinners all.  
Divine Contentment, is a happy thing,  
From this sweet Root doth consolation spring.  
Contented Spirits, cheerful spirits are,  
These Golden Shields, keep off distracting care,  
A cheerful Christian, will himself submit,  
Unto God's deal, and rejoice in it.  
The inward joy of him, doth not abate,  
That is contented, with his present state.  
He that's contented, hath a thankful heart,  
And all Afflictions taketh in good part,  
Sweet Contemplations, holy hearts do raise,  
They strive to be, the patterns of God's praise.  
To the contented nothing comes amiss;  
In all conditions, he contented is.  
Contented Christians, they are only those,  
Who wholly do, submit to God's dispose.  
And will not run into a course of sin,  
To rid themselves, from troubles they are in.  
But are contented, willingly to wait,  
God's leisure; till he free them from their strength.  
Disquietness, proceeds from unbeleif,  
This want of Faith, doth cause this inward grief.  
Faith scatters fears, and doubtings puts to flight,  
It stills the heart when passions would affright,  
Faith chides down passion, and prevents that si●●  
When reason sinks, than Faith aloft doth swi●●  
Faith shows the soul, that all its trials are,  
From God in love; who of the soul takes care,  
Then humble be, and learn to be content,  
If Crosses come, be not impatient.  
Keep Conscience clear, indulge not any sin,  
Gild breeds disquiet, if it be therein.  
When as the More is got into the eye,  
It makes it sore, it makes it watery.  
And so doth sin, raise tempests in the soul,  
And brings a curse, it brings a flying roll.  
But if thou keep the eye of conscience clear,  
This flying roll, can never enter there.  
Then pray to God, invoke his holy name,  
O get thy heart into a praying frame.  
Prayer will prevail, against thy discontent,  
In greatest grief, Prayer gives a holy vent,  
The Key of Prayer, well oiled with bryny tears  
Unlocks the heart, of its affrighting fears.  
By Prayer to God, unbosom then thy soul,  
And eke thyself, upon thy Saviour roll.  
Make known thy mind, unto thy faithful friend,  
Who to thy heart, can ease and quiet send.  
Unload thy soul, into thy Saviour's breast,  
Where it may have, all sweet content and rest.  
Though (God) and (man) and both, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Give true contentment to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
FINIS.   

Poems of Praise, and Poems upon several other Subjects.  

GOod Hezekiah, pleasant Poems sings,  
To God the Lord, the only King of Kings,  
Who heard his Prayers, and granted his request,  
Who healed his Plague, and freed him from the Pest  
A good example, from a godly King,  
The godly ones; God's Praises ought to sing.  
When they are cumbered, with the greatest fear,  
Terrors, and troubles, of their Conscience: where  
Can they have help, but from their gracious God  
Who whips his Children, after burns the rod.  
Both Rich and Poor, then pay your chief age to  
The Lord of Lords, the Rent of Praise you owe.  
Can you pay less, unto so good a Lord,  
Who gave his only Son, his Holy Word,  
To save his Saints, to free their Souls from pain  
To die for them, that they might live again.  
Who all were dead, by Adam's sinful fall,  
But now revived, by Christ's Funeral.  
Who all were slaves, till Jesus made them free,  
Till Christ did die, and climb the cursed Tree.  
Praise God, praise God, praise God the Lord on high  
Praise God the Lord; the Holy Trinity.  
Christ hath redeemed thee, and discharged thy scor●  
Praise God the Lord, praise him for evermore.   
Proverbs, Chap. 18. Ver. 14. 
Man's spirit, will, Infirmities sustain,  
But who can bear, the woundea spirits pain.  

Man's spirit that, is furnished with Grace,  
And fortified with favour of God's Face  
May pass the Pikes, and Conquer all his foes,  
Why should he fear, when God keeps back th● blow  
If God be for us, who can us withstand?  
Who can oppose Iehovah's mighty hand?  
Whose mercy to his people, hath no bounds,  
Nor stint, nor limit, it is so profound.  
Th' impetuous current, of the raging Sea,  
He made Recoil, to make his people way.  
He made the flames, of hot and burning fire,  
From his three Children, swiftly to retire.  
He made the Roaring Lions, couch and quake,  
And change their natures, for his daniel's sake.  
He made the Locusts, lice, and Frogs and Flies,  
In battle ray, at his command to rise:  
To save his people, from their cruel foes,  
To curb proud Pharaoh, that did them oppose.  
He fed Elijah by the croaking Crow,  
When jezebel, did seek his overthrow.  
He made the Furnace, like a downy bed,  
To blessed Bainham, that was Martyred.  
When David hunted was, by wicked Saul, 
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When rob of his wives, and children all,  
When Zigglag was, to ashes burnt with fire,  
When David had, no place of safe retire.  
When David's Soldiers, spoke of scorning him,  
When Holy David was great troubles in.  
Then in distress, poor David wept full sore,  
Then David wept, till he could weep no more,  
Then David did, unto jehovah cry  
Then David prayed, to God in misery.  
Then David's courage, was (by God) stirred up,  
Then to the sword, th' Amalekites he put.  
Then by the sword, he made his enemies fall,  
Then by God's help he did recover all.  
Then all true Saints: take courage in the Lord,  
Trust him in trouble, read his Holy Word.  
By weak; without; against means; he can free  
His Saints and Servants, from their misery.   

Sith a good Conscience and a stock of grace  
Be'th only means t'encounter and out face, 
Poems. of reproof   
Our grand opposer, and to draw the stings  
Out of our sorrows, and our sufferings,  
And in the dreadful day, so sovereign are,  
To save the soul from sinking in despair.  
Then be reproved, those that take no care,  
But are secure and slight these Jewels rare.  
Those Fools and Bedlams, that have such a price  
Put in their hands, and yet are not so wise  
It to improve, for their eternal bliss,  
But all their life, and health employed is.  
In sensual lusts, and on their Dunghill pleasures,  
Whilst they neglect, rich and eternal treasures.  
What do you think, to such poor souls belongs,  
That pleasure take, in Satan's Siren songs?  
And drink themselves drunk, with Prosperity,  
And take no care about Eternity.  
But swimming down, the current of the times,  
Neglect God's grace, and grasp at Golden Mines.  
Abuse, misuse, unthankfully misspend,  
Their time and Talents, to an evil end.  
Neglect the Harvest time, of ining grace,  
And all their lives, licentious tracks do trace,  
For wealth and riches, run, and ride, and strive,  
And sail a pace, at Honour to arrive.  
Alas poor souls, they seek to bear great sway,  
But will that help them in the evil day?  
When the hot gleam of earthly glory's passed,  
Great Clouds of dismal darkness draw on fast,  
The grisly King of terrors stops their breath,  
And they are haled to the port of death.  
Then fiery flames, shall make them fear and quake  
They must be drowned, in the burning lake.  
What will these sleepers in the Harvest say,  
When they be waked at the dreadful day?  
When guilty conscience, gnawing at the heart,  
Like to a Vulture, fiercely plays his part,  
What will become of all the wicked then?  
What is portion of such wicked men?  
O vile ungrateful wretch, then hid thy face,  
God did capacitate thy soul, for grace,  
Why then dost thou so lull thyself in lust,  
Self love and Pride, are not God's Judgements just?  
Wast made for naught, but drink, and sleep, & eat?  
Laugh and be merry, that's a vain conceit.  
Is Conscience seared? then there's no more to say,  
But to adjourn thee, to the dreadful day.  
But yet I pray, thou mayst reform thy ways,  
Redeem the time, the remainder of thy days.  
Awake, awake, and strike upon thy thigh,  
Wrestle with God, by servant Prayer and cry.  
Faith and Repentance is the only way,  
Against despairing in the evil day.   

Of all bad men, 
Of the saving Light.  most pestilent are those,  
That impiously, God's Ministry oppose,  
And by their hatred, malice and despite,  
Study and strive to quench the saving light.  
All that oppose, the saving word of grace,  
Do strike directly, at Christ's blessed face,  
Who is as tender, of his Ministry,  
As he is of the Apple of his Eye.  
O then Repent, to God make thine address,  
Wound not thy Conscience, with such wickedness.  
The sin of Persecution loudly cries,  
At God's Tribunal, makes a hideous noise.  
For just revenge, the vengeance of God's ire  
For tempests great, for showers of flaming fire.  
To be distilled, and poured down on them,  
That are such cruel, and blood thirsty men.  
How long O Lord? O holy just and true,  
Avenge our blood, pay wicked men their due,  
These spiteful spirits heated with hell fire,  
Fleshed with the blood of Saints, do much desire.  
To cloud the Sun, the Gospel of God's Grace,  
In which transparent glass, Saints see his face.    

The Nature of a Wounded Spirit.  
FRom wounded spirits, there ariseth fear,  
A wounded Conscience, what proud heart can bear?  
Man doth conflict in this great misery  
With God himself, a God of Majesty.  
Can sinful man, contend with God most high?  
Or dust and ashes, with eternity.  
When God is angry, no poor soul can stand,  
Against the fierceness, of his heavy hand.  
Can stubble dried; repel the flaming fire,  
No more can we, resist Iehovah's ire.  
When we are whipped, and lashed with his rod,  
And do behold the frowning face of God,  
Then we like leaves, with wind soon shaken are,  
And tertified with flashings, of despair.  
Our heavy hearts, for fear, both faint and fail,  
Our silly souls will then our sins bewail.  
Then with ourselves, we are at enmity,  
And do enlarge the rent most grievously.  
For when our souls, are in this trembling case,  
We love too much, in Satan's Glass to gaze.  
Who labours much, by lying cruelty;  
Our sins both to enlarge and multiply.  
Of every Molehill, he a Mountain makes.  
That wounded spirits, may no comfort take,  
To every sin, he adds a bloody sting,  
That he poor sinners, to despair may bring.  
Then what they think, remember, see or hear,  
Is turned to terror, and to hideous fear.  
The dreadful fancy, then doth bear its part,  
By feigned horrors, with the trembling heart.  
Which is perplexed, with most grievous pain,  
And restless anguish, doth therein remain:  
And brings the Patient into such a rage,  
That he his present horror to assuage,  
Would rather die then live, and choose to dwell,  
With Hellish Furies, in the Pit of Hell,  
Such are the terrors, of a troubled mind,  
Bruised and wounded, in this woeful kind.  
As may appear, both by the desperate cry  
Of Cain, and judas, damned eternally.  
As also by, the mournful sad complaints,  
Of job and David, and such glorious Saints.  
These flames of horror, how shall we endure?  
What Balsam can, a wounded Conscience cure?  
In friends, not Physic, nothing's to be found,  
The Blood of Christ, 
An admonition to the unconverted.  can only cure this wound.  
Ye unconverted, be persuaded then,  
To turn to God; for unconverted men,  
Though they awhile, in pleasant places dwell  
They'll be transplanted, in the Pit of Hell.  
Then 'tis too late, Repentance then is past,  
Redeem the time; whilst thy short life doth last.  
Forsake not mercy, but thy sins forsake,  
God freely offers Christ; his offer take.  
If thou refuse, how wilt thou then avoid  
The wrath of God which wicked men abide?  
Art sick, and senseless; dost thou feel no smart?  
Thou hast the symptom of a stony heart.  
When Conscience stings, and sins in Battle ray,  
Do set themselves then (in the evil day)  
What will't thou do? those Lions than will tear,  
Thy trembling heart and thee, confound with fear.  
Then subtle Satan, he will play his part,  
And shoot tentations, at thy fainting heart.  
He was thy Master, thou didst him obey,  
Thou didst walk with him, in the damned way.  
Now in thy sickness, thou wouldst him forsake,  
But now the Devil doth advantage take:  
And doth indite thee, for thy evil acts,  
And now thy Conscience, proves thy filthy facts.  
Thou tookst full draught, of carnal peace and pleasure  
Thou didst carouse, & tipple in great measure,  
Thou didst God's faithful Ministers despise,  
And with thy tongue by slanders, scoffs and lies.  
Didst much abuse them, and with great despite,  
Didst labour much, to quench the ●●ving light.  
Thou didst thy will, and power, and purse employ,  
God's faithful Saints, and servants to destroy:  
Such crying sins as these, and many more,  
Stand on the unconverted sinners score.  
Ye that are washed from the filth of sin, 
An admonition to the Converted.   
Freed from that damned state, your souls were in  
Fly sinful Lusts, defile your souls no more,  
By such Rebellion, as you did before.  
Sin is most hateful, in the sight of God,  
And doth procure, his smart correcting rod.  
God loves all creatures, that he ever made,  
But hateth sin, with everlasting hate.  
Sin wounds the soul, brings men to misery.  
Sin was the cause, that God's dear Son did die,  
Sin Satan made sin sunk him into hell,  
Sin sunk the Pit, where all the damned dwell.  
Sin God offends, sin is the greatest evil,  
Sin damns the soul, sin is the rankest Devil.  
Object. Is sin so ugly? why doth most delight  
In sinful ways? why doth not sin affright  
Them from pursuing, of their Carnal pleasures,  
And make them strive, to get eternal treasures:  
Answer. Now Satan puts (on sin) in such a case,  
A seeming fairness, on a hellish face.  
He paints this Harlott, in a handsome dress,  
And souls to sin, draws by deceitfulness,  
Were this deformed Hag, without false hair,  
And painted face, she could not scules ensnare.  
The grisly face of sin would men affright,  
But by false colours it seems fair and bright.  
Thus Satan covers, sins deformity,  
And makes it pleasant, to the sinner's eye.  
Though of itself it's filthy, foul and naught,  
Compared to meat thrust out, into the draught.  
All other filth, the body doth defile,  
but sin's contagious, and the soul doth soil.  
It's most infectious, like a Leprosy,  
Infects the walls, the , Posterity.  
The sin of Adam, to his seed remains,  
Till Christ's warm Blood, doth wash away the stains.   

The misery of Man, not Reconciled to God in Christ.  
O Wretched man; where shall my Muse begin?  
To state the case that thy poor soul is in.  
Who art condemned, to eternal death,  
Adjudged to Hell, before thou drawest breath.  
Thy Father Adam, was by God created,  
In innocence, in Paradise, was placed,  
That he and his Posterity might have,  
immortal life, and conquer Hell, and Grave.  
To him, all earthly Creatures, were made free,  
For meat and use, excepted was one tree,  
That was forbidden, under pain of Hell,  
He eaten thereof, and so thy Father fell.  
Pride puffed him up, he did believe the Devil,  
He tasted of, the Tree of Good and Evil,  
By this foul fall, eternal misery,  
Entailed was, on his Posterity.  
And made them subject to sore punishment,  
Whilst they like thee, remain impenitent.  
Finis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.    

A DIVINE POEM. OR A Confession of FAITH:  Composed in Meeter, By E. Manlove Esq 

Of the Scriptures and Arguments to prove them the Word of God.  
BY God's good word; the way unto salvation,  
Is truly taught, by holy Inspiration,  
O then believe it, and the same obey,  
Give no such credit to Appocryphas:  
Nor to traditions, of the Romish See;  
All saving truths in Scripture written be.  
And are recorded for Divinity  
By truth itself, the holy Trinity.  
Depending not upon the testimony  
Of any Church; the Pope of Rome, or any:  
But God the Author; our most blessed Lord,  
Receive them therefore, as his Holy word.  
But we by witness, of the Church may deem,  
The Scripture worthy, of a high esteem.  
O prise it highly, 'tis a precious thing,  
Sweet tidings of Salvation, it doth bring.  
The stile and doctrine, challenge reverence,  
The efficacy, gives great evidence,  
Of Gods known will; it makes a full discovery,  
And shows the way for sinful man's recovery.  
Though mortal man, of Scripture was the writer▪  
Yet God's good spirit, was the sole Inditer.  
Some Secretaries, God did set apart,  
Who spoke and wrote, but he inspired the heart.  
These Writers did, for Holiness surpass,  
All Popes and Doctors, of the Romish Mass.  
And by their works, such depth of wisdom sho●●  
As learned men, could not attain unto,  
Yet never trained up, in Learned Schools,  
With them compared, Philosophers are fools.  
The Prophet Amos, he did far surpass,  
Some learned Rabbis; yet a Herdsman was.  
And Peter, james and john but fishermen,  
Admired by the Elders of Jerusalem.  
Amongst the writers, there's a sweet concord,  
Which proves the Scripture, is the Holy Word.  
None disagree, at which we may admire,  
For God (himself) the Penmen did inspire,  
They wrote such things, as never wit could hatch  
No History, this History doth match.  
And what they wrote was full of Majesty,  
Profoundness, Wisdom, and Authority:  
Commanding Credit, to be had to them,  
Denouncing threats, against all wicked men.  
The end and scope, of all the Scriptures be,  
For God's great glory, and man's felicity.  
The writers ancient, for Antiquity;  
Aoses more ancient, than the Heathens be.  
The deadly hatred that the Devils bear,  
●gainst the Scriptures, (yet believe and fear)  
Do prove them plainly, to proceed from God;  
Nor from the dictates of mere flesh and blood.  
The preservation of them also may,  
(Though none in time, so ancient be as they,)  
●nduce us to believe, and eke accord,  
That all the Scriptures, are God's holy word.  
Experience shows, the power of God in them,  
Even by their humbling and exalting men.  
And when God's spirit shall our hearts incline,  
For to believe these Mysteries sublime,  
And also writ them, in our inward parts.  
We shall believe them, with believing hearts.   

Of GOD.  
GOd is most glorious, wise, and doth excel,  
All future things, he knows, and can foretell:  
He sees into each corner of our hearts,  
And knows the secrets of our inner parts.  
This great jehovah, is Omnipotent,  
Yea good and gracious, and omniscient.  
A God of love, his love, to (his) sincere,  
More than their fathers, or their mothers were.  
He loves all things, that he did ever make,  
And loves his Son, and (his) for his Son's sake.  
His mercy's great, he succours (his) in need,  
He did Elisha, by the Ravens feed.  
He is most just in works, in word and will,  
Rewarding good, detecting what is ill.   

Of the Trinity.  

GOD is one perfect Essence; full of Bliss,  
Whose being of himself eternal is.  
Yet in this Essence, there are persons three,  
Distinct subsistances, 
Singula sunt in singulis omnia in singulis & singula in omnibus & unum omnia Aug. lib. 6. de tri. cap. ult.  these persons be.  
And yet in substance, all these three are one,  
God's Essence is, without distinction.  
And yet the persons, in this Essence be,  
Distinguished by, the Holy Trinity.  
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Divine,  
Names, Orders, Actions do them best define,  
The first the Father's named, in respect,  
Of Christ his Son, and then of his Elect.  
The second person, then; the Son is named,  
Because he's of his Father's nature framed:  
And of his substance, is by generation,  
Th' Eternal Son of God, not by Creation.  
The third, the Holy Ghost, who by spiration,  
Receives his Essence, not by generation.  
And is so called, both in this respect,  
That he proceeds and sanctifi's th' elect.  
So by the order, several things we see,  
The several workings of the Trinity.  
The Father works byth' son, and holy spirit,  
Yet each for dignity, of equal merit.  
None first, none last save order, is excepted,  
One God, all God, all equally respected.  
The Glotious Essence; wholly in all three,  
And in each perion of the Trinity.   

And by the Counsel of God's holy will,  
He ruled the world, 
Kingdom of God his eternal decree.  and so doth rule it still.  
And hath determined all things by decree,  
From time to time, from all Eternity.  
Some unto life, some unto death there be,  
Predestinated; by this great decree.  
From hence we learn, and so all Christians may  
God deals with Dust, as Potters do with Clay.    

The Creation.  
GOd did of nothing, all things fitly frame,  
And made them good, for Glory of his name  
For in six days, created were by him,  
The world; and all things that were made therein  
And when he had all other creatures made,  
Man; Male and Female, he did then create,  
And into them, immortal souls infused,  
With Righteousness, and Holiness endued.  
In his own Image, he did them create,  
Both free from sin; and in a holy state.  
And God was pleased, a Covenant to frame,  
And tied them to, performance of the same.  
And life to them, and their posterity,  
Did promise, if they kept it perfectly.  
They were endued with liberty of will,  
And freedom had, his statutes to fulfil.  
To them all earthly Creatures, were made free,  
For meat and use, excepted was one tree.  
That was forbidden, under pain of Hell;  
They are thereof; 
The fall of man.  so Male and Female fell,  
Pride puffed them up, they did believe the Devil,  
They tasted of, the tree of good and evil.  
And by this sin, eternal misery,  
entailed was; on their Posterity.  
Three things, 
God's Providence.  each Christian, may observe fro● henc●  
God's Power, Wisdom, and great Providence,  
Who ordered all; to Holy ends herein,  
Yet was no Author, of this grievous sin.  
By Adam's fall; all men have inclination,  
To every sin, and all their Generation.  
And are bound over, to the wrath of God,  
Curse of the Law, and his destroying Rod.  
Now see compassion, in this woeful case,  
God offers Man, 
Of the Covenac of grace  a Covenant of Grace:  
That all th'elect by Faith might saved be,  
Both Jew and Gentile none excepted he.  
Believe and live God offers Christ to thee,  
●f thou accept him, he'll a Saviour be.  
A Prophet, Priest and eke a Royal King,  
Right Heir of all things, is this Holy thing.  
Head of the Church, Redeemer of the same,  
●udge of the world, Christ Jesus is his name.  
Twixt God and man, he is the great Peacemaker,  
●urely for Saints, the only Mediator.  
Equal with God, yet did assume the nature  
Of Adam's seed (fallen man) a sinful creature.  
Yet without sin, but not infirmities,  
He had a sense of all man's miseries.  
Conceived by the Holy Ghost he was,  
And through the Virgin Maries Womb did pass,  
And of her substance, also did partake,  
And yet his Godhead, he did not forsake.  
Without Conversion, or Confusion there,  
Godhead and Manhood, both conjoined were.  
And doth remain, without a separation,  
Both God and man, the God of our salvation.  
Who was Anointed, with the holy spirit  
That he might mediate, for man and merit.  
He undefiled was, and full of grace,  
And fitted for, a Mediators place.  
And from his Father, he received command  
Who put all power, and judgement in his hand:  
To undertake, and execute the same,  
For th' good of man, and glory of his name.  
That God and man, might reconciled be,  
And Christ do all things that might make him fre●  
Christ did this Office, freely undertake,  
And did discharge it, for his servants sake.  
Which none could do but he, he did fulfil,  
The Law exactly, and his Fathers will.  
His soul and body under sufferings were,  
His blessed body, 
The Passion of Christ.  pierced with a Spear.  
This blessed man, on'th Cross was Crucifi'd,  
And for our sins, our blessed Saviour died:  
To save the Saints, and free their Souls from pai●  
He died for them; that they might live again.  
Who all were dead, by Adam's sinful Fall,  
But now revived by Christ's Funeral.  
Who all were slaves, till Jesus made them free,  
Till Christ did die, and climb the cursed Tree.  
When death dominion got, the power it kept,  
Till the third day, 
Of Christ's resurrection and ascension.  our Blessed Saviour slept,  
Without Corruption, than he risen again,  
And conquered death and Hell, and deadly pain  
And the same body, which in earth did lie,  
Ascended up, into the Heaven's high.  
And is exalted to the Throne of Grace,  
By God his Father in a glorious place.  
There to remain, until he shall descend,  
To judge the world, when it shall have an end:  
Our Saviour was, a Holy Sacrifice,  
One offered up to God, which satisfied  
●●s Father's justice, and hath reconciled,  
●im to th'elect, by Adam's fall defiled.  
●he woman's seed did break the Serpent's head,  
●he Lamb was slain for Saints and buried.  
Christ hath Redemption, purchased, for men,  
●nd intercession he doth make for them.  
●hose he redeemed, to them he doth apply,  
●his purchase made (by him) effectually.  
●nd by his word a perfect Declaration,  
revealed to them, of th' mysteries of salvation.  
●nd by his spirit, in their inner parts,  
●oth work Obedience, and doth guide their hearts.  
And all their enemies, he doth overcome,  
By's Power, Wisdom, and Dominion.   

Of Free Will.  
MAn in the state of Innocency had,  
A power to will, and do both good and bad.  
He badly did, and he by doing ill,  
Lost both the power and freedom of his will.  
He disobeyed, and lost his happy station,  
To will or do, what might obtain Salvation.  
To what is good, he wholly is averse,  
And also dead, in sins and trespasses.  
Man of himself, thus merged in misery,  
Can nothing do, for his recovery:  
Till God convert him; and do him translate,  
Into a godly and a gracious state.  
Then he doth free him, from his natural sin,  
And from the bondage, he before was in.  
And by his Grace, doth give him power and skill,  
Spiritual works, as well to do, as will.  
Yet still the seeds, of unregeneration,  
Remain in him, till death remove his station.  
And when he comes, into eternal bliss.  
Free to all good (and not till then) he is.   

Of Efectual Calling.  
ALL those that unto life by God's decree,  
Predestinated are assuredly:  
His Heirs shall be, and Heaven shall inherit,  
And shall be called, by his word and spirit.  
Out of the state of death, and deadly sin,  
In which by Nature, they were plunged in:  
Into a state of grace, and of Salvation,  
By Jesus Christ, and through his mediation.  
And their blind minds, shall filled be with light,  
To understand, the things of God aright,  
From them shall taken be, their hearts of stone,  
And hearts of flesh, infused in the room,  
And in their wills, they shall renewed be,  
To do what's good; then grace shall make them free  
This calling is by special grace alone  
And not for any thing foreseen or known,  
That is in man: therein he passive is;  
God by his spirit, freely calleth (his)  
And them enables, also to embrace  
His gracious offer, when he offers grace.  
Elected Infants in their Infancy,  
Are saved by Christ, although the Infants die.  
Persons elect, deprived of outward call  
Byth' Ministry, yet they are saved all.  
Men not elected, though they called be  
Byth' outward call, of word and Ministry.  
And have some operation of the spirit,  
shall not be saved, by Christ Jesus merit.  
And those that be not Christians they can never,  
Salvation have, by any way whatsoever.  
Though they their lives, do frame by nature's light,  
And keep that Law, wherein they do delight.   

Of justification.  
ALL those that called are effectually,  
The same God doth most freely justify.  
And into them, doth righteousness infuse,  
They are the Children, God doth freely choose,  
Their sins he pardons, and their persons takes,  
As righteous all, for Christ our Saviour's sake.  
Not for the works or deeds, which they have done,  
Their debts discharged, by Jesus Christ (his Son)  
He by his sufferings. did acquit from sin,  
All those that rest, and do rely on him.  
By lively faith, his righteousness is theirs,  
This Faith God gives to his Adopted Heirs.  
And they receive the same beleivingly,  
And by their faith, God doth them justify.  
All saying graces do attend this one,  
Faith works by love, and never goes alone,  
And for all those that are thus justified,  
To answer Justice, our dear Saviour died,  
Man's justified, this done, by God's free grace,  
And yet observe, that Justice keeps his place.  
That all the elect, for which our Saviour died,  
By God's decree, were freely justified.  
Yet though elected, they are not just men,  
Till Christ byth' spirit, be applied to them.  
Man justified, can never lose that treasure,  
Yet he by's sins, may suffer God's displeasure.  
And lose the favour of his countenance,  
Till he be humbled by true penitence.  
And do confess his sin, and pardon get,  
Renew his faith, and so remove the .  
Believers under, the Old Testament,  
(As under new,) herein is also meant.  
And of God's mercy, freely did partake,  
And justified were for our Saviour's sake.   

Of Adoption.  
ALL those (by God) that justified be,  
For his Son's sake, adopted are and free.  
God for his Children, them doth freely take,  
They have access unto the Throne of Grace,  
And Abba Father, they may boldly cry,  
And he will help them in their misery.  
He pities them, and them he doth protect,  
He is their father and will them correct.  
Yet he his Children never will forsake,  
Coheirs with Christ, he doth his Children make.   

Of Sanctification.  
ALL the Elect, that are regenerated,  
In them new hearts and Spirits are created:  
And all such Saints are sanctified more  
By God's good spirit, than they were before.  
And they not only are more sanctified  
But sins dominion, is in them destroyed.  
And that dominion being so destroyed,  
Their several Lusts, in them are mortified.  
More quickening and more fading graces then,  
Appear in all such sanctified men:  
More power they have to practise holiness  
Which brings them to eternal happiness,  
Yet notwithstanding; Saints proceed so far,  
Still their corruptions, raise a deadly war.  
The flesh and spirit, always are at strife,  
Flesh fights for death, the spirit strives for life.  
And in this fight, the flesh doth many maim,  
And then the spirit, conquer's it again.  
And then the Saints, in saving graces grow,  
More flesh doth fight, more grace itself doth show.   

Of saving Faith.  
Byth' word and spirit, saving faith is wrought,  
In all th'elect, and they thereby are brought;  
Into the way that leads to perfect bliss,  
And then their Faith, by Prayer increased is.  
Then by the Sacraments, they get more strength,  
By Faith in Christ, their souls are saved at length.  
By this true Faith; all Christians do accord,  
To all the truths, in the revealed word.  
And square their actions, by the Rule and Line,  
Of God's good word, as he doth them incline.  
Doing and suffering, what he doth require,  
Doing the same, with hearts that are entire.  
Trembling at threats, the promises imbraceing  
Resting on Christ our Saviour, for salvation.   

Of Repentance unto Life.  
BY God's good spirit, and by his Holy Word▪  
Which are as sharp, as any edged sword▪  
True penitence, may be so wrought in him,  
That was defiled, by notorious sin,  
That by God's grace, and by the sense and sight,  
Of sins defilement, he may grow contrite  
And greatly grieve, that he did ever sin,  
Against the Lord, that suffered death for him:  
And may endeavour, with a true intent,  
To walk the ways of God's Commandments.  
Man by Repentance, cannot pardon merit  
And yet without it, cannot bliss inherit.  
No sins so small, but it deserves damnation,  
No sin's so great, but man may have salvation;  
By true Repentance, but observe herein,  
He ought t'repent, of all and every sin  
And them confess to God, and them forsake,  
And pray for pardon, for our Saviour's sake  
And if he doth, his brother scandalise  
Or the true Church in any wise,  
He must confess't, and sorrow for the same  
And reconcile himself, to them again.   

Of good Works.  
SUch works as God by's holy word commands,  
Such he accepts, from all his people's hands.  
But such as be the products of blind zeal,  
Or man's device, shall not a whit avail.  
Good works by men, done in obedience,  
To God's commands, are fruits and evidence.  
Of true and lively Faith, and manifest,  
That they by Faith do in assurance rest:  
And have a good and strong, and full persuasion▪  
Founded upon the promise, of salvation,  
Men by good works their brethren edify  
Adorn Profession and (God) glorify.  
They by their works, show what they do profess,  
Their faith produceth fruits of holiness,  
No man (good works) by his own power can do  
The spirit doth enable him thereto.  
Yet must he not, be negligent and sin,  
But must stir up the grace of God in him.  
They that attain unto the greatest height,  
Yet their obedience always wanteth weight  
Man's short of duty, in a sinful state,  
How then can any superorrogate?  
No mortal man (for sin) can pardon merit,  
Such Popish thoughts, proceed from no good spirit,  
When he hath done what ever he can do,  
His duty he, cannot attain unto.  
What good, man doth, proceedeth from the spirit,  
What's wrought by him, is stained, where's then the merit?  
Yet as the persons, of beleivers be,  
By God (through Christ) accepted, so doth he,  
Their works accept, yet still its all through him,  
For their best works defiled are with sin.  
But God accepts them, if they be sincere,  
And them rewards, as if they perfect were,  
God doth not unbeleivers, works accept,  
And yet they sin, if they good works neglect:  
Their works proceed, from hearts not purified  
Therefore by them, God is not glorified.   

Of the perseverance of the Saints  
Whom God accepted hath, for his son's merit,  
And called and sanctified by his good spirit  
They never can, (that are in such a case)  
Fall finally; from that good state of Grace,  
But shall therein continue to the end,  
And then their souls, to Heaven shall ascend  
This perseverance, wholly doth depend  
On God's decree, which never hath an end:  
And not upon th' free will of sinful men,  
But th' spirit's power, that inables them.  
This floweth from, the love of God so free  
In Christ, that it, can never changed be.  
Yet through corruption, man may sin commit,  
And for a time, may take delight in it.  
And may thereby, incur the Lords displeasure,  
And be deprived of comfort in some measure,  
And conscience wound, and hardness have of heart  
And eke of judgements, feel the weight and smart.   

Of the Assurance of Grace and Salvation.  
THough Hypocrites, and unregenerate,  
May through false hopes, mistake their own estate:  
And thereupon presume of their salvation,  
When they are in, the state of deep damnation:  
Yet true believers, may assured be,  
Of their salvation, and felicity.  
If for salvation, they on Christ rely,  
By Faith; and love him in sincerity.  
Endeavouring good, detesting every sin,  
A happy state, are such beleivers in.  
And of salvation, may themselves assure,  
And happiness that shall for aye endure.  
Men may have Faith, and yet may not attain,  
To full assurance, nor perceive the same.  
For many times, God makes his Children wait,  
And suffer conflicts, ere they do partake  
Of such assurance; yet the Lord takes care  
For their support: and keeps them from despair.  
And they that get assurance, of salvation,  
Are not so sure, but that it may be shaken.  
For God the same, doth often intermit  
When they are careless of preferring it.  
Or do commit, some great and grievous sin,  
When by temptation Satan draws them in,  
Or if the Lord withdraw himself from them  
They walk in darkness, like despairing men.  
Yet when the Lord, thus for a time departs  
He leaves his spirit, working in their hearts.  
And he himself returns in his due time,  
Then their assurance is revived again,   

Of Religious Worship, and Rest on t●● Lords Day.  
THe light of nature, shows, there is a Lord,  
That rules and reigneth over all the world.  
Good of himself, and doth do good to all,  
Unto this God, we ought to cry and call:  
Fear him and love him, trust him day and night,  
Praise him and serve him, with our hearts and mig●●  
Question. But what's the Worship▪ that will please the Lord  
Answer. Such as he hath revealed in his word.  
Not m●ns device, not man's imagination,  
Nor the suggestions, that proceed from Satan.  
But Gods good word, prescribes the ready way,  
Walk in the same, Rest on the Sabbath day.  
Religious worship's, due to God alone,  
To Angels, Saints, and other creatures none▪  
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, then pay,  
This Holy Tribute, and no other way.  
And that thy service, may have acceptation,  
Do all thou dost, through Christ his mediation.  
Prayer with thanksgiving, from a holy heart  
Of this pure worship, is a special part:  
By God required, from all sorts of men,  
But that it may accepted be from them:  
It must be made, through Jesus Christ the Son,  
And by the help, of his good spirit done.  
According to his will most reverently,  
In faith and love with all humility.  
And all such Worship, (vocal) must be done  
Not in the Popish way, but in the vulgar tongue.  
We ought to pray, for all the sorts of men,  
But for the dead, we must not pray for them.  
Nor pray for him, that doth of malice sin,  
Against the spirit, that enlightened him.  
Read Holy Scriptures, with a godly fear,  
Sound Preaching of the Word, eke gladly hear:  
Perform these duties in Obedience,  
Unto the Lord, with faith and reverence.  
Singing of Psalms, with good and gracious hearts,  
Receive the Sacraments, for they are parts.  
Of that Religious Worship, God commands,  
And doth expect, at all his people's hands.  
Besides Religion's Oaths, Vows, solemn Fasts,  
And eke Thanksgivings, for deliverance past,  
Religious Worship▪ will accepted be,  
In any place, performed reverently,  
And is not tied, to places here or there,  
God may be truly worshipped every where.  
In public, private, or in families,  
But yet more solemnly, in Church Assemblies:  
Which wilfully, must not neglected be,  
When God calls us, to such solemnity.  
One day in seven, wholly must be kept,  
And for a Sabbath, must a part be set:  
And solemnised, unto the living Lord,  
According to his will and holy word.  
The seventh day, the I with Sabbath was,  
Till Jesus Christ, from death to life did pass.  
Since on the first, it hath been kept always,  
And so is (now) the Christian Sabbath day.  
This Sabbath, to the Lord is holy kept,  
When as the people do, with due respect.  
To his commands, fit and prepare their hearts,  
And worldly business, wholly set a part.  
And do observe a holy rest that day,  
Not to their Recreations giving way:  
Nor their own works, nor words, nor thoughts,  
Works of necessity, and mercy yet we ought  
To do: but we must always careful be,  
In all we do, to act Religiously.   

Of the Church.  
ALL God's Elect that Heaven shall inherit,  
And be by Faith, partakers of Christ's merit  
All those the universal Church we call,  
They are Christ's flock, and he the head of all,  
Out of all Nations, is this flock selected,  
Cleansed by Christ's Blood, and by himself accepted  
And the whole number of th'elected ones,  
That have been, are, or shall be he will own.  
The Church of Christ, which visible we call,  
And under the Gospel, is Catholical  
Consists of them and theirs, that do profess,  
The true Religion, and true Holiness.  
Out of this way, can no sure expectation  
Be had by any, of their souls salvation.  
Unto the Church, Christ gave the Ministry  
Which by his spirit, works effectually.  
For gathering, and for making perfect (his)  
That are elected, to eternal bliss  
And of this Church, Christ Jesus is the head,  
And by his spirit, are his people lead.  
The Pope of Rome, cannot in any sense  
Be Head thereof, you may collect from hence▪  
That he's the Antichrist, and man of sin,  
That doth oppose Christ's holy Church, and him.   

Of the Communion of Saints.  
ALL Saints to Jesus Christ their head; are knit  
By's spirit and faith, and have a fellowship  
With him in's sufferings, death, and in his graces  
His Resurrection; and in (happy cases)  
Are all such Saints, and Heaven shall inherit,  
And eke pettake of Christ and all his merits.  
So all such Saints, to one another knit  
In love, begets a holy fellowship.  
They have Communion, in each others graces  
Share in their Prayers, and in their hearts have places  
And are obliged, such duties to perform,  
Public and private, as may them concern.  
And to their mutual good, conducing be,  
Both to the outward man, and inwardly.  
This fellowship, which Saints, with Christ enjoy,  
In no respect, gives them equality,  
With him, none of his Saints, or servants can,  
Compare, as he, is either God or man.  
Nor Saints Communion, never can destroy  
In Goods or Lands, their sole propriety.   

Of Baptism.  
Baptism is a Holy Sacrament,  
Which doth to us, most lively represent,  
The powerful washing of the blood and spirit,  
Of Christ; that did for all beleivers merit.  
Into the Church, they have initiation,  
And signs and seals, of their regeneration,  
Pardon of sins, is eke confirmed to them,  
And into Christ, they are engrafted then.  
They sin that do, this Ordinance neglect,  
Salvation yet, to it's, not so anext  
But that without it infants may be saved,  
And some into Perdition go, that have it.   

Of the Lord's Supper.  
THis ordinance unto the soul is sweet,  
Where there is faith, and where the Heart's upright,  
What empty, poor, and barren things are then,  
The Sacraments, to unbeleiving men?  
Get faith, Repent, draw near to God and pray,  
Use ordinances in a Holy way.  
'tis great dishonour, to the God of might,  
When men, his holy Ordinances sleight,  
O then call in for all the stock of grace,  
Stir up affections, in this weighty case.  
First get your sins, slain by the edged sword,  
Of God's good spirit in the Holy Word  
Excite your faith, Repentance exercise,  
Forsake all sins, and buy the Pearl of prize,  
Faith is the Captain and the Master-grace,  
Faith his our souls, our Saviour to embrace.  
Faith is a Jewel, faith doth justify,  
B● faith on Christ, poor sinners do rely.  
Faith gives us interest, in his benefits,  
Faith, weary souls, for Grace and mercy fits.  
Faith, gives us interest, in Christ's blood and merit,  
Faith, makes Christ ours, both in his grace & spirit,  
Faith makes the soul, his Saviour apprehend,  
The grace of faith, our souls to Christ commend.  
By faith, we do, our Saviour's body eat.  
By faith, Christ's body, we receive for meat:  
By faith, we drink our blessed Saviour's blood,  
Our Saviour's Body, is his servants food  
The matter of the Sacrament indeed,  
Is Christ himself, whereon we chief feed.  
By him, we nourished are, our sins are killed,  
By Christ's warm blood, our souls with Grace are filled  
O sinsick soul, canst thou more dainties wish  
Then to be nourished, by this Princely Dish?  
Hath Christ provided, sinners such a Feast?  
By which their graces are so much increased  
O then praise God, fly evil, follow good,  
Thy filthy sins, have shed thy Saviour's blood.  
All wicked persons and impenitent,  
Partake not of, this blessed Sacrament.  
For graceless persons, by the same grow worse,  
Instead of blessings, they obtain a curse.  
Grace in the Sacrament is never bred,  
But grace by it's Increased and nourished  
They that come graceless thither, graceless may▪  
Return from thence, and go much worse away,   

The State of Man after Death, and of the Resurrection of the Dead.  
WHen men are dead, their mortal bodies must,  
Both see corruption, and return to dust.  
And then their souls, which shall immortal be,  
Return unto the Lord immediately.  
The souls of Saints, that lived righteously  
Are then received into the Heaven's high,  
Where they behold God's face, in glorious light,  
ath' day of Judgement souls and bodies meet.  
The souls of wicked men, are sent to Hell,  
Where they in pain, and utter darkness dwell.  
And are reserved unto the judgement day,  
Then to receive their dreadful doom for aye.  
Two places, only God, for souls created,  
When souls and bodies should be separated,  
Att'h day of Judgement, such as light enjoy  
Shall all be changed: but they shall not die.  
And all the dead, that day shall raised be,  
With the same bodies, not such qualities  
And to their souls, united be again,  
Some doomed to bliss, some to eternal pain.   

Of the last Judgement.  

GOd hath appointed, Jesus Christ his Son,  
To judge the World; and to pronounce the doom  
Of wicked Angels, and all earthly men,  
Who shall appear, and shall be judged then,  
By Jesus Christ, who shall in glory sit,  
Condemn the wicked, and the Godly quit.  
This day of Judgement, it shall surely come,  
God knows the time, and none but he alone.   

O Watch, and Pray; then night and day,  
God's Laws obey, that Christ may say,  
Thou hast done faithfully:  
Thou hast well done: O therefore come,  
And enter into Joy.     

POEMS Against POPERY: COMPOSED  
By Edward Manlove of Ashborn in the County of Derby Esquire.  
LONDON Printed, for Richard Mills at the  and Mortar without Temple Barr. 1667.   

To the READER.  
PEruse these Poems, dressed in mean attire,  
Love truth, hate error hearty desire,  
To follow Peace, and worship God aright,  
Observe the Scriptures, Romish errors sleight.  
The Roman Church, did Christ her Spouse forsake,  
And to her Idols, did herself betake.  
She is unclean, defiled with spots and stains,  
Unsound, corrupt, but yet a Church remains.  
Therefore beware, of utter detestation,  
Of all her doctrine, all's not Innovation.  
Truth's fundamental, which themselves descry,  
By their bright lustre do not thou deny,  
But them embrace, and shun what is unsound,  
Coin currant is, that's in a channel found,  
Refuse the Chaff, do not the Wheat reject,  
Hate Heresy but wholesome Truth's respect.  
They hold three persons in the Trinity,  
We hold the same, and do them deify.  
But for their error, and their false Tradition,  
They do deserve our utter opposition,  
Regard them not, believe not Romish Fables,  
Abhor their Idols, Crosses, Beads, and Babbles.  
Their Agnus Dei, which Pope Urban tells  
Will work strauge feats, and evil sprights dispel,  
Their creeping crouch, their kissing of the Pax,  
Their Medals, Roses, and such Romish knacks.  
Their hallowed swords, their false equivocations,  
In sacred Oaths, their mental reservations,  
Their worshipping of wooden stock and stones,  
Their Adoration of old rotten bones.  
Their Altars Vestures, Images and Tapers,  
Their Censings, Offerings, Shrifes, and holy Waters.  
Their new found Faith, of Transubstantiation,  
Their Prayers to Saints a Popish Innovation,  
Their Cancelling Christ's Will and Testament,  
By mangling of the Holy Sacrament.  
Their Bulls their Pardons and their Purgatory,  
Their Latin service and such Ceremony,  
Their Pilgrimage their Merits and Processions,  
Their five new Sacraments, their forced Confessions,  
Their deifying of the Romish Whore,  
Vain sacrifice and many errors more.  
These Popish errors, totally discard,  
These Apish toys▪ (good Reader) disregard,  
And so farewell, what follows now peruse  
Embrace the Truth, my errors all excuse.   

POEMS Against Popery.  Composed by Edward Manlove Esq 

I. Against the Popish Tenent of Justification by inherent Righteousness  
INherent Justice no man Justifies,  
Our Righteousness, in Christ our Saviour lies,  
And his, made ours, by faith it doth suffice,  
To make us Righteous▪ in Gods Righteous Eyes.  
And all his Members clearly will acquit,  
A'●h Judgement sear, when Jesus Christ shall sit,  
The Romish Whore, a Bastard brood did nurse,  
Who blast this truth, with a tridentine curse,  
Christ's righteousness, (imputed) must give pla●●  
To righteousness, by our inherent grace,  
This horrid point, Pelagius, did invent,  
And 'twas confirmed, at the Council Trent.  
Till then, this point of Faith, did not intrude,  
Till then, this error, Counsels did exclude.  

Also Chrisostome, Ambrose, Bernard, Gregory, Jerom.  Which now for truth the Romish Church reteit  
This new sound faith, doth still at Rome remain,  
But Austin doth, this Popish point deny,  
Inherent justice cannot justify.  
In vain the Papists wrangle and dispute,  
This Popish point, which Scripture doth confute  
We are unjust, our hearts are all unclean,  
Our righteousness, 
Ec. 7.20 Pr. 20.9 Es. 64.6. Ro. 7.23▪  as filthy rags remain.  
And in our members, are the law o● sin,  
Which leads us Captain, waging war therein,  
In many things, all mortal men offend  
We sinners are, 
James 3.2. Joh. 1.8. Act. 13.39. Rom 3.24. Eph 8.9 2 Cori. 5.21.  till sinful life do end.  
We are deceived if we do deny,  
This sacred truth, and full of falcity,  
Through faith in Christ beleivers are made just,  
By his free grace, to works we dare not trust.  
Our blessed Saviour, was for us made sin,  
And we the righteousness of God, in him.  
Can filthy rags poor sinners justify?  
Or save them from eternal misery?  
Repent, believe, to God for mercy pray:  
Christ's blood alone, can wash thy sins away.   

Against the Doctrine of Merit  
HOw can man merit? all that he can do,  
Is less than duty, strictly ties him to.  
And half done duties, how should God respect?  
Or what reward is due for such neglect?  
Eternal death, is wages due for sin,  
Neglect of duty needs must fall therein.  
Through Jesus Christ, God gives eternal bliss, 
Ro. 6.13   
Salvation comes, no other way but this.  
God, works accepts, if faith do them evert,  
And them rewards, but not for their desert.  
These merit-mongers, therefore much mistake  
That look for Heaven, for their merits sake.   

Against the Doctrine of Transubstantiation.  
THe Romish Prelates, labour by coercion,  
To make men own, this marvellous conversion  
Have Priests such power, by words of consecration,  
Of Bread and Wine, to make such transmutation?  
A point Prodigious, that a Popish Priest,  
Can make his God, or recreate his Christ,  
This Novelty, of Transubstantiation,  
At Lateran Council, 
An. dom 1215 500 years before.  had its confirmation.  
But Protestants, may Pope Gelasius quote,  
Who long before, against this error wrote.  
This Cockatrice, was hatched in latter time,  
Nursed up at Rome, by such as Bellarmine.  
This Monstrous Brat, the Roman Church begot  
The Greeks abhorred it, Ancients owned it not.  
Augustine he, doth learnedly maintain,  
That Bread and Wine substantially remain.  
The Scripture saith, 
1. Cor 11.26.  that after consecration,  
The bread is bread, where's then this transmutation  
How can Christ's body, crucified for thee,  
At once, 
Acts 3.21. Binius  in many thousand places be?  
If thou remain in Christ, and Christ in thee,  
Thou hast received this sacred Mystery.   

Against the Doctrine of the Half Communion.  
THis Romish error, 
Anno 1453  lately started up,  
The Council Constance▪ took away the Cup.  
And thus they then, presumptuously did wrent,  
Our Saviour's blessed will, and Testament.  
By Christ's Example, they will not be lead,  
They to the Laics, only give the bread.  
Though Christ himself all Christians do enjoin  
To eat the Bread, and also drink the Wine.  
Yet Popish Prelates, 
1 Cor. 11.28.  Christ's Commandment sleight  
And rob his people of a holy right.  
By this Presumption, all may plainly see,  
How Sacriledgious, Popish Prelates be.   

Against Missal Sacrifice.  
OUr Blessed Saviour, 
Heb. 10.10.11.12.13.14.  on the Cross,  
A sacrifice for sin,  
His body offered, once, for all,  
For such as trust in him.  
There needs no further sacrifice  
Our sins to do away.  
Vain is the Missal sacrifice,  
That's offered every day.   

Against Image Worship.  
THis Worship well deserves the name,  
Of gross Idolatry,  
God's holy word's, against the same,  
And all Antiquity.  

Leu. 26. ver. 1. Deut. 16.22. Esa. 42 17, & 45 16. Deut. 27 15. Mic. 5.13.  Ye shall yourselves no Idol make,  
Nor Graven Image rear,  
Nor bow to it, nor Worship give,  
The Scripture makes it clear.   

Against Papal Indulgences and Purgatory.  
THe Romish Clergy, labour much,  
This error to maintain,  
This fire doth make their Kitchens smoke,  
This craft, brings in their gain.  
This brings their Pardons into play,  
This puts them off, with speed.  
To all such silly souls as do,  
Believe the Romish Creed.  
This dreadful Doctrine, makes men's hearts  
To tremble and to fear,  
Away for Pardons than they pack,  
Although they buy them dear.  
Yet there's no torment after death,  
To those that faithful be,  
Their sins dispersed as a Cloud,  
And their iniquity  
They into judgement shall not come,  
Their souls are free from pain.  
And in eternal peace and joy,  
For ever shall remain.   

Against Divine Worship, in an unknown Tongue.  
BArbarian like, those Babblers are,  
That Service say, o● Cant  
In Greek or Latin unto those,  
That understanding want.  
This profits not, 'tis not the way,  
God's Glory to advance,  
This Romish practice in the Church,  
Produceth Ignorance.  

1 Cor. 14, 5, 6, 9, 11, 13 14, 23.  Five words with understanding spoke,  
More profits people then,  
Ten thousand words, in unknown tongues  
Spoke to unlearned men.   

Against forced Sacramental Confession.  
BOth good, and beneficial use,  
There may be of Confession,  
By such as burdened are with sin,  
And grieved for great transgression.  
But setting them upon the rack,  
And straining them so high,  
As strict confession of all sins,  
Is Romish Tyranny.  
No such Confession, is required,  
As doth to sin invite,  
And nameing fleshly pleasures doth,  
Much move the Appetite.  
For who can tell how oft he sins?  
Or gives to God offence,  
He always sins that so presumes,  
Upon his innocence.  
As that he can enumerate,  
His great transgressions all,  
For he that thinks them less than great,  
Doth into greater fall.  
Christ did not to the sinner say,  
That had Faith and Contrition,  
Thy sins must numbered be, or else,  
Thou canst have no remission,  
He Absolution freely gives,  
Unto his children dear,  

Mar. 9.2  Thy sins forgiven are saith he,  
My son be of good cheer.   

Against Invocation of Saints.  

1 Kings 8.39. Eccl. 9.5.6 Esai. 62.16. Ps. 7.10.44.20. & ●. 9.4.11 Prov. 15.10 & 17.3. & 24.12. Jer. 21, 20, & 87 10, & 10 11. Psal. 50, 14, Against Eph, 2.8  THe Saints in Heaven do not know,  
Our hearts they cannot hear,  
Our Prayers, or supplications,  
Made in this lower Sphere.  
Our God alone, our Prayers doth hear,  
Prayers made to Saints are vain,  
God knows the secrets of our souls,  
And tryeth all our Reins.  
Call on the name of God the Lord,  
For ease in pain and grief,  
And in thy greatest troubles he,  
Will send thy soul relief.   

Against the seven Sacraments.  
OUr blessed Saviour, none but he,  
Can make a Sacrament,  
He made but two he made no more,  
Is very evident.  

1 Cor. 10 1, 2, 3 4. St. Austin.  Baptism, the Supper of the Lord,  
These flowed like a flood  
Out of the side of Jesus Christ,  
In Water and in Blood.  
The one it is the Sacrament,  
Of our Initiation,  
The other Sacrament is for,  
Our holy confirmation.   

Against the Doctrine of Tradition.  
THe Law of God's, a perfect law,  
And needeth no supply,  
What's needful to salvation,  
Is fully taught thereby.  
In vain do many worship God,  

Matth. 15.9.  And teach for doctrine sound,  
Commandments o● wi●ked men,  
Thus errors do abound.   

Against the Universal Headship, of the Bishop of Rome.  
POpe Gregory the great, Inveighs,  
Against this Lordly name,  
As insolent, the Churches plain  
As wicked and Profane.  
A great corruption of the faith,  
To God a great abuse,  
Against the Canons of the Church,  
Against th'Apostles use.  
Whosoever use this lofty stile,  
And glory in the same,  
Forerunners are of Antichrist,  
And glory in their shame.   

Against Challenged Infallibility.  
THis Arrogation doth appear  
A Paradox to be,  
For former Popes, have fowlly fallen,  
Into flat Heresy,  
And Counsels have condemned them,  
For errors manifest,  
The Council held, at Basil take,  

Multi poncifices errores & he resies lapsi esse leguntur. Consi. Basil in Ep. Synod.  For one among the rest.   

Against the Pope's Superiority to General Counsels.  
Well near a thousand Fathers of  
The Romish Church did Vote,  
Against this Dommineering Power,  
Pretended by the Pope.  
And in the Council Constance thus,  
Determined punctually.  

An. 1415  If General Counsels make Decrees,  
The Pope is bound thereby.   

Against the Presumption of Papal Dispensations.  
Pope's had no power, in former time,  
To grant a Dispensation,  
●gainst Decrees, by Counsels made,  
This comes by Usurpation.  
These boundless Dispensations, are,  
A wicked Innovation,  
This great Presumption plainly shows,  
The Pope's degeneration.   

Against the Pope's Domineering over Kings and Emperors.  

Po. Gregory said thus Mauritius vobis Obedientiam prebere desidero.  THe Pope to Theodosius came,  
With Cap and bended knee,  
●ut now the greatest Monarch must  
Stoop to the Romish See.  
Now Popes their lawful Sovereign sleight,  
These Prelates greater be,  
Then all the Princes of the World,  
In Power and Dignity.  
Now Popes pretend a lawful power,  
Their Emperors to dethrone  
And of their Empires to dispose,  
As if they were their own.  
The Emperor like a Serving man,  
When as the Pope commands,  
Must hold a Basin, whilst that he,  
Doth wash his Holy Hands.  
And sometimes like a Stable Groom  
His Horse, must lead and guide,  
And hold his Stirrup, whilst that he,  
On Horseback, gets to ride.  
And sometimes like a Porter must,  
Upon his Shoulder bear,  
His Holiness (the Pope forsooth)  
And Homage to him swear.  
This domineering over Kings,  
And Emperors doth show,  
How Pontificial Prelates have,  
Robbed Caesar of his due,  
These Romish Tricks, in former times,  
Nor better were then Treason,  
Against God's holy Word, they are,  
Against both right and reason.  
All Christian Kings, and Princes great,  
Abhor the Romish Whore,  
Break off her Bonds, cast off her Yoke,  
And never own h●r more.    

A form of Prayer Composed in Meeter,  By Edward Manlove Esq 
O God most great, whose Glorious seat.  
Is in the Heaven's high,  
●t thy command: both Sea and Land,  
Obey thy Majesty.  
●nd at thy will, the Seas stand still,  
And neither rage nor foam,  
●rom side to side, to Winds and Tide,  
Thou makest thy power known.  
Thou glorious art, in every part,  
Thou art Omnipotent,  
Be't far or near, thou dwellest there,  
Thou art Omniscient.  
The Heavens high, nor lofty sky,  
Thy Glory can contemn,  
Thou reign'st on high, thy Majesty  
Doth Winds and Waves restrain.  
To those that do, by shipping go,  
Into the Waters deep,  
By works of wonder, and words like thunder,  
Thou show'st thy power and might,  
And thou the Storm, turn'st to a calm  
And then the Waves are still  
Thou makest glad, them that were sad,  
And sav'st them from all ill,  
We therefore all, may fear to call,  
Upon thy dreadful name.  
For our vile lips, they are unfit,  
To nominate the same.  
We here abide, the stubble dried,  
Thou art consuming fire,  
Thou might's us burn, and make us turn,  
To ashes in thine ire.  
In our own eyes, we all are vile,  
Our ways are very wicked,  
Then in thy sight, whose eyes are bright,  
How shall we be acquitted?  
We are unfit, to kneel or fit  
Before thy gracious Throne,  
Or to draw nigh, thy Majesty,  
To make our cases known.  
But Lord we come, to thee alone,  
For Jesus Christ his sake,  
Accept our Prayers which we present  
And through thy spirit make.  
We are unworthy to be called  
Thy sons, or have the name,  
Of any of thy servants; yea  
The meanest of the same.  
Our duties unto thee, and man,  
(O Lord) we have neglected,  
And not obeyed thy Holy Word,  
But have thy Laws rejected.  
We have not honoured thee (O Lord)  
With fear and reverence,  
But sinned against thy just Precepts  
By disobedience.  
O Lord we have not Worshipped thee,  
According to thy will,  
Nor in our hearts, have had delight,  
Thy statutes to fulfil,  
But we confess, we have abused  
Thy great and glorious name,  
And also we, irreverently,  
Have often used the same.  
We have Profaned the Sabbath day,  
In whole or else in part,  
By needless thoughts, and words and works,  
We all have carnal hearts.  
By murderous thoughts, and wicked words,  
We have our neighbours wronged  
Our wicked words, have cut like swords,  
We all have evil tongues.  
We have not sought, our neighbours good  
Nor had a tender heart,  
To our poor brethren in distress,  
Nor pleaded on their part.  
We have not visited the sick,  
We have not clothed the naked,  
We have not lodged the stranger, nor  
Him compassionated.  
Our souls and bodies are unclean,  
By thoughts, and words, and actions.  
We have defiled our sinful souls  
We have corrupt affections.  
And rotten speeches do proceed  
From our corrupted hearts,  
Our eyes and ears do let in sins,  
Which poison every part.  
We have not made a Covenant,  
With hearing sight and senses,  
We have not watched▪ and prayed and fasted,  
We have not shunned intemperance.  
We have not used all good means,  
To further the estate,  
Neither of ourselves or neighbours, but  
Have been inordinate,  
We have not laboured to maintain,  
Or justly to defend,  
Our neighbour's credit or good name,  
For any holy end.  
We have not been contented with,  
Our Callings and Estate,  
But have unjustly coveted,  
Ourselves to elevate.  
Now Lord since we have sinned so,  
And done so wickedly,  
We justly merit, to inherit  
With Dathan's family,  
Eternal pain and misery,  
Within the pit of Hell,  
And with the Devil, and the damned  
We do deserve to dwell.  
For if thou didst, not Angels spare,  
Which had such glorious stations,  
But hurl'st them down, from Heaven high,  
And from their habitations.  
Into the place, and pains of Hell,  
In darkness there to lie,  
Who sinned once, and sinned but once,  
Against thy Majesty.  
And our first Parents didst expel,  
From pleasant Paradise.  
Who broke one law, and them to that  
The Devil did entice:  
What vengeance then, may we expect,  
For all our filthiness?  
Who daily sin, like water drink,  
And daily do transgress.  
And have not broken only one,  
But all thy Laws most holy,  
Thy Precepts, Statutes and Commands,  
We have neglected wholly.  
Sin upon sin we heaped have,  
And do deserve the sentence,  
Due unto those, that thee oppose,  
And sin without Repentance.  
We all are vile, and wretched men,  
Thy Law our souls condemns,  
Yet Lord thy Gospel us assures,  
Thy Grace thy Law transcends.  
Thy goodness doth delight to reign,  
Where sins do most abound,  
Thy mercy's master all thy works,  
Thy mercy wears the Crown.  
O therefore Hallowed be thy name,  
Who of thyself art holy,  
Thy judgements just, do show the same,  
Thou art a God of Glory.  
Thou art Jehovah, Lord of Hosts,  
Thy power is very great,  
Thou Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,  
We humbly thee entreat,  
Give us such knowledge of thyself,  
And of the Trinity.  
And of thy word and works, that we  
Thy Name may glorify.  
Good Lord let us, thy word believe,  
And fear thy dreadful name,  
Good Lord grant us fidelity,  
To Sanctify the same.  
O Lord make us, fear thee alone,  
Give us Humility,  
And Patience, that we from hence,  
May yield most willingly.  
And may submit ourselves unto,  
Thy just correcting rod,  
Who dost in love, correct th'elect,  
And art a gracious God.  
O give us Grace, that we may praise,  
And hollow thy great name,  
And by our Conversations may,  
Give Glory to the same.  
Lord let not sin, nor Satan reign,  
But let thy Kingdom come,  
And let thy spirit, in our hearts,  
Strive for Dominion.  
Abolish Satan's Kingdom Lord,  
And from captivity,  
Enlarge thy Saints, and break their bands,  
And set thy servants free,  
Collect and gather thine Elect,  
O, do it speedily,  
And to that end do thou set up,  
A faithful Ministry.  
And let the blessing of thy spirit,  
Accompany thy word,  
O slay the sins of all thy Saints,  
By that two edged Sword.  
And daily more, increase the gifts,  
And graces of thy spirit,  
In all thy Saints and servants that,  
Thy Kingdom shall inherit.  
And by thy word and spirit rule,  
The hearts and lives of them,  
Kill their corruptions, kerb their lusts,  
And make them watchful men.  
Raise up Religious Magistrates,  
That truly may adore,  
The Beauty of the Spouse of Christ  
And hate the Romish Whore.  
Root out dumb dogs, and purge the Church,  
From all impurity,  
Remove those Rocks that give offence,  
Root out Idolatry,  
Root out all greedy Wolves, O Lord,  
Root out those Curs with speed  
That fleece and flay, and snarl and by't,  
And take no care to feed.  
O finish (Lord) with haste and speed,  
The Kingdom of thy Grace,  
Call all th'lect, that are uncalled  
Give thine a glorious place.  
Come quickly Lord, dissolve the world,  
Destroy this earthly station,  
Show thy respect, to thine elect,  
O hasten their salvation.  
Stir up thy strength, and come at length,  
Thy deadly foes destroy,  
Who do oppose, both thee and those,  
That love thy Majesty.  
On thee we rest, thy time is best,  
Thy blessed will be done,  
O grant we may, from day to day,  
Obey thee every one.  
And that we may, thou so obey,  
Lord grant that we from hence,  
May willingly, submit to thy  
Good will and providence.  
And all at once, may now renounce,  
Our evil inclinations,  
The World, the Flesh, and Satan's will,  
And labour for Salvation.  
And may the Angels imitate,  
And Saints that are in Heaven.  
And such obedience yield to Christ,  
As should to him be given  
Give us this day our daily bread  
O Lord we thee entreat,  
Give life and health, and  and wealth,  
And food for us to eat.  
And give us grace, on thee to place,  
Our trust and confidence,  
Till life doth end, let us depend,  
Upon thy Providence,  
Forgive our debts, as even we,  
On debtors pity take,  
Remit our sins and blot them out,  
For Jesus Christ his sake,  
And lead us not into temptation,  
But free us from all evil,  
And grant to us thy preservation,  
From World, and flesh, and Devil.  
Now unto thee, all praises be,  
O Lord that didst elect,  
Us to salvation, before Creation,  
And others didst reject.  
Lord thy free Grace, in this great case,  
Most plainly doth appear,  
That such as we, should saved be,  
And Christ our scores should clear.  
O blessed Son, thou hast well done,  
To die for thine Elected,  
For thou wast slain, and suffered'st pain,  
That we might be protected.  
Great was thy merit, with holy spirit  
Thou fully waste anointed,  
And full of Grace, fit for the place,  
Thy Father had appointed.  
To mediate and undertake,  
For us poor sinful creatures,  
Thy Fathers will thou didst fulfil,  
And didst assume our natures.  
And in due time the Cross didst Climb,  
And suffered'st grievous pain,  
Wast after dead and buried,  
And then didst rise again.  
And through the sky to Heaven high,  
Unto a glorious place,  
Then didst thou go, and mount up to,  
Thy Father's Throne of Grace.  
And reconcile that bloody broil,  
That Adam's sin procured,  
Which being done, by Gods own son,  
His Saints are all secured.  
Thou art indeed, the woman's seed,  
That broke the Serpent's head,  
And with a flood, of thy own blood,  
A Pardon purchased.  
Thy sacrifice, did pay the price,  
For us poor sinful creatures,  
Lord thou didst die, and satisfy,  
Sin suffered in our natures.  
O blessed son, since thou hast done,  
This mighty work of merit,  
The same apply effectnally,  
By thy most holy spirit.  
That thy redeemed may be esteemed,  
By God and godly men,  
Thou blessed son, O still go on,  
And interceade for them,  
In thy good word▪ thou dost record,  
A perfect Declaration,  
To all thy sons, and chosen ones,  
Of ' th' mysteries of Salvation.  
Now in their hearts, and inner parts,  
Work by thy spirit in them,  
Obedience, that they from hence,  
May live like holy men.  
By thy Dominion overcome,  
Their Enemies O Lord,  
And to that end, be pleased to send,  
Thy spirit with thy word.  
To good and bad, we freewill had,  
But now since Adam's fall,  
It is not so, to will or do,  
We are unable all.  
We are both dead and buried,  
Till thou shalt us translate,  
Till thou convert, and bring the heart,  
Into a gracious state.  
Then shall we be, for ever free,  
From our old natures clog,  
And from the sin that we are in,  
And freely serve our God.  
And in a case, that (by his grace)  
We shall have power and skill,  
Both readily and spiritually,  
Good works to do or will,  
Yet still the breed, of the old seed,  
Of Unregeneration,  
In us remains, till mortal pains,  
Remove our earthly station.  
And we enjoy in heaven high,  
The Saint's felicity,  
Then we shall be, made fully free,  
To do good perfectly.  
In the mean time, those that are thine,  
And Heaven shall inherit,  
O gracious Lord, call by thy word,  
And by thy holy spirit.  
Out of the sin, that they are in,  
Into a state of grace,  
Through Christ thy Son, let it be done,  
For thy own mercy's sakè,  
O Lord give light, to blind, give sight,  
Remove their hearts of stone,  
And hearts of flesh, good and upright,  
Lord give them in the Room,  
Renew their wills, and give them Grace,  
Byed them renewed be,  
Lord give them grace, to grow apace,  
For Lord thy grace is free.  
And there is none, but thee alone,  
Can give this special grace,  
Thou offerest it, and makest us fit  
Thy offer to embrace,  
This is our case, 'tis thy free grace,  
And thy free grace alone,  
'Tis not for any grace in us,  
That was foreseen or known.  
Lord pierce our hearts, and inner parts,  
We are but passive all,  
Let thy good spirit, for thy son's merit,  
Give us an innward call.  
O Lord accept, (us) thine elect▪  
Lord freely justify,  
Us thy poor Saints, Lord hear our plaints,  
Thy son for us did die.  
He paid the debt, removed the ,  
He suffered for our sin,  
O for his sake, Lord pity take,  
We do rely on him,  
Lord we believe for sin we grieve,  
Lord help our unbeleif.  
Let thy free Grace, good Lord take place,  
Thou sav'st the sinful thief,  
Adopt us sons and set us free,  
(Us for thy children take)  
Not for the works that we have done  
But for Christ Jesus sake.  
Give us access, to make address,  
Unto the Throne of grace.  
Let us repent, cry and lament,  
Our sad and sinful case,  
O Lord accept, do not reject,  
Our Prayers, and tears and cry,  
Adopt us Heirs, for thy son's sake,  
Who for our sins did die.  
Give us new hearts, and better parts,  
Then ere we had before,  
Let sins dominion in us all,  
Be weakened more and more,  
Our several lusts, destroy in us,  
Corruptions mortify,  
Let us more practice Holiness,  
And daily sin destroy.  
Let saving faith, in us be wrought,  
(Good Lord) most perfectly,  
Let us into, the way be brought,  
Of true felicity.  
Increase this grace, in us apace,  
O multiply it more,  
This master grace, deserves the place,  
Increase it (Lord) therefore.  
And let it work, by love always,  
In us, and every one,  
Producing fruits of Holiness,  
Faith never goes alone.  
By word and Prayer, and Sacraments,  
Let it increased be,  
Let us be justified by it,  
And saved eternally,  
O Gracious Lord, let us accord,  
To all the truths that be,  
Revealed in the written Word,  
For all Posterity.  
Lord let our hearts, and inner parts,  
By faith be purified,  
And by that Sword, thy Holy Word,  
Let sin be mortified.  
Give us desire, with hearts entire,  
To love thee cordially,  
O give us grace, that tract to trace,  
That leads to bliss and joy.  
Some crumbs of comfort, Lord we crav●  
Our faith is very weak,  
We almost are brought to despair,  
O let thy spirit speak.  
A word of comfort to our hearts,  
In this our misery.  
Let us from hence, have perfect sense,  
Of our felicity.  
We (Agar like) have lost our sight,  
And now are in distress,  
Remove the scales, Lord give us light  
To see our happiness.  
Lord we Repent, and do lament,  
Our infidelity,  
O make our faith more evident,  
Remove our malady.  
The well of life it open lies,  
Yet we no comfort find,  
We water want, for want of Eyes,  
Our fears▪ our Faith do blind.  
Therefore O Lord, grant unto us  
Assurance of Salvation,  
O clear our states, from all mistakes,  
And free us from Damnation.  
And when we such assurance have,  
Grant we may carefully,  
Preserve the same, and praise thy name,  
And live Religiously.  
Thy Church and People, Lord protect,  
From all their Enemies,  
Be graci●●s is Lord, to thine Elect,  
Hear their complaints and cries.  
O bless the King and council him,  
His Royal Spouse direct  
And in her heart, and every part,  
True Holiness erect.  
Lord bless Duke james, let all his aims,  
Be for thy Glory bend,  
Bless all the Royal Family,  
And guide the Parliament.  
Remove the wicked from the King,  
His godly Council bless,  
Establish Lord the Throne of him,  
And (his) in Righteousness.  
O fit us all both great and small,  
To meet our Blessed Lord,  
When he shall come, and justly Doom  
And sentence all the world.  
When he shall sit, let us be quit.  
And cleared from damnation,  
By Faith in him, that died for sin,  
To purchase our salvation.  
Lord, when this dreadful day will come,  
To us it is unknown,  
●ts by decree, and known to thee,  
And unto thee alone.  
Let's watch and pray, both night and day,  
Therefore most fervently,  
That Christ may say at that great day,  
You have dealt faithfully.  
You have well done, O therefore come,  
And enter into joy.  
Receive a Crown, with great renown,  
Bliss and Felicity.  
Lord hear our Prayers, accept our Tears,  
And pity on us take,  
Not for our worth, which merits wrath,  
But for Christ Jesus sake.  
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,  
By Angels, and by men,  
All Power and Glory be ascribed,  
For ever more, Amen.   


An Epitaph upon the death of the Right Worshipful Anne Cokaine Widow, who Died the 29th. of August 1664.  By Edward Manlove Esq 
HEre lies interred, one that deserved,  
Great Honour, Praise and Fame,  
Who comely was, and did surpass,  
Most of her Noble Name.  
In liberality, and Hospitality,  
This Lady did delight,  
O Muses rise, do not despise,  
Her praises to indite,  
Yea ring her knell, her praises tell,  
She humble was, though great,  
Her comely parts, and humble heart,  
Her praises may complete.  
A comely Creature for form and feature,  
Proper and tall of stature,  
Noble by Birth, lies in the earth,  
Death conquered comely nature.  
This Flower was, cut down like Grass,  
Which flourished many a day,  
She quit the Stage, in her old age,  
Grimm Death, took life away.  
God called for her, she made no stir,  
But yielded patiently,  
She knew full well, none need her tell,  
All mortal men must die.  
To Rich and Poor, respect she bore,  
She did no sort despise,  
She patiently did live and die,  
And so she closed her eyes.  
Now in the Dust (as all we must)  
Ere long interred be,  
This Lady is, Lord bring to Bliss,  
Her whole Posterity.   

An Epitaph upon the Death of Mr. William Wain, Vicar of ASHBORN.  Composed by Edward Manlove Esq 
SInce that pale death, hath stopped the breath,  
Of Learned William Wain,  
Friends and Allies, dry your wet eyes,  
To Weep it is in vain.  
He's in the Dust, where all men must,  
Ere long interred be,  
Whilst he lived here, he did appear,  
A Learned man to be.  
Of judgement great, though not so neat,  
In words, as many are,  
But for his parts, in learned Arts,  
With most, he might compare.  
Yet they can tell▪ that knew him well,  
He was not puffed with Pride,  
Nor soared high, ambitiously,  
But humbly lived and died.  
And in his Grave, as in a Cave,  
This learned Rabbi lies,  
Where he must stay, till that great day▪  
That Christ shall say arise.  
Then Learned Wain, must rise again,  
From dusty earth and Clay,  
To judgement just, (as all men must)  
And after live for aye.    

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PAndion and Amphigenia, or the History of the Coy Lady in large Octavo.  
Divine Contentment, or a Medicine for a Disconted man, in small Octavo.  
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