Part 33

[233 decline: _Ed:_ decline; _1633-69_]

[239 apt ... doe,] apt, ... doe _1633_]

[243 weake ecchoes, O thou eare, and cry. _1633-69_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _TC:_ weake wretches, O thou eare and eye. _B_, _S_, _S96:_ _Chambers adopts_ Eye _from S_, _O'F reads_ eye_, _and TCC alters_ crye _to_ eye, _all retaining_ ecchoes. _See note_]

[245 againe,] againe _1633_]

[246 or us _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _JC_, _N_, _S_, _TC:_ and us _1635-69_, _O'F_, _S96_, _Chambers_]

[248 O Lambe] O lambe _1633_]

_Vpon the translation of the Psalmes by Sir_ Philip Sydney, _and the Countesse of Pembroke his Sister._

Eternall God, (for whom who ever dare Seeke new expressions, doe the Circle square, And thrust into strait corners of poore wit Thee, who art cornerlesse and infinite) I would but blesse thy Name, not name thee now; 5 (And thy gifts are as infinite as thou:) Fixe we our prayses therefore on this one, That, as thy blessed Spirit fell upon These Psalmes first Author in a cloven tongue; (For 'twas a double power by which he sung 10 The highest matter in the noblest forme;) So thou hast cleft that spirit, to performe That worke againe, and shed it, here, upon Two, by their bloods, and by thy Spirit one; A Brother and a Sister, made by thee 15 The Organ, where thou art the Harmony. Two that make one _Iohn Baptists_ holy voyce, And who that Psalme, _Now let the Iles rejoyce_, Have both translated, and apply'd it too, Both told us what, and taught us how to doe. 20 They shew us Ilanders our joy, our King, They tell us _why_, and teach us _how_ to sing; Make all this All, three Quires, heaven, earth, and sphears; The first, Heaven, hath a song, but no man heares, The Spheares have Musick, but they have no tongue, 25 Their harmony is rather danc'd than sung; But our third Quire, to which the first gives eare, (For, Angels learne by what the Church does here) This Quire hath all. The Organist is hee Who hath tun'd God and Man, the Organ we: 30 The songs are these, which heavens high holy Muse Whisper'd to _David_, _David_ to the Iewes: And _Davids_ Successors, in holy zeale, In formes of joy and art doe re-reveale To us so sweetly and sincerely too, 35 That I must not rejoyce as I would doe When I behold that these Psalmes are become So well attyr'd abroad, so ill at home, So well in Chambers, in thy Church so ill, As I can scarce call that reform'd untill 40 This be reform'd; Would a whole State present A lesser gift than some one man hath sent? And shall our Church, unto our Spouse and King More hoarse, more harm than any other, sing? For _that_ we pray, we praise thy name for _this_, 45 Which, by this _Moses_ and this _Miriam_, is Already done; and as those Psalmes we call (Though some have other Authors) _Davids_ all: So though some have, some may some Psalmes translate, We thy Sydnean Psalmes shall celebrate, 50 And, till we come th'Extemporall song to sing, (Learn'd the first hower, that we see the King, Who hath translated those translators) may These their sweet learned labours, all the way Be as our tuning; that, when hence we part, 55 We may fall in with them, and sing our part.

[Vpon the _&c._ _1635-69:_ _no extant MSS._]

[17 voyce, _1635-39:_ voyce; _1650-69_]

[22 sing;] sing. _1635-69_]

[23 three Quires, _1669:_ 3 Quires, _1635-54_]

[28 here _1669:_ heare _1635-54_ (_the same word, not_ hear _as in Chambers' note_)]

[46 this Moses _Grosart:_ thy _Moses_ _1635-69_]

[55: tuning; _1719:_ tuning, _1635-69_

part, _1719:_ part _1635-69_]

_Ode: Of our Sense of Sinne._

1. Vengeance will sit above our faults; but till She there doth sit, We see _her_ not, nor _them_. Thus, blinde, yet still We leade her way; and thus, whil'st we doe ill, We suffer it. 5

2. Vnhappy he, whom youth makes not beware Of doing ill. Enough we labour under age, and care; In number, th'errours of the last place, are The greatest still. 10

3. Yet we, that should the ill we now begin As soone repent, (Strange thing!) perceive not; our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but onely in The punishment. 15

4. But we know our selves least; Mere outward shews Our mindes so store, That our soules, no more than our eyes disclose But forme and colour. Onely he who knowes Himselfe, knowes more. 20

_I. D._

[Ode. _1635-69_, _O'F:_ Of our Sense of Sinne. _H40_, _RP31_ (_in margin_, S^{r} Edw. Herbert): _no title_, _B_, _Cy_, _P_, _S_]

[2 doth _1635-39:_ do _1650-69_]

[11 now] new _B_]

[15 The _1635-69_, _Cy_, _P:_ Our _B_, _H40_, _O'F_]

_To M^{r}_ Tilman _after he had taken orders._

Thou, whose diviner soule hath caus'd thee now To put thy hand unto the holy Plough, Making Lay-scornings of the Ministry, Not an impediment, but victory; What bringst thou home with thee? how is thy mind 5 Affected since the vintage? Dost thou finde New thoughts and stirrings in thee? and as Steele Toucht with a Loadstone, dost new motions feele? Or, as a Ship after much paine and care, For Iron and Cloth brings home rich Indian ware, 10 Hast thou thus traffiqu'd, but with farre more gaine Of noble goods, and with lesse time and paine? Thou art the same materials, as before, Onely the stampe is changed; but no more. And as new crowned Kings alter the face, 15 But not the monies substance; so hath grace Chang'd onely Gods old Image by Creation, To Christs new stampe, at this thy Coronation; Or, as we paint Angels with wings, because They beare Gods message, and proclaime his lawes, 20 Since thou must doe the like, and so must move, Art thou new feather'd with cœlestiall love? Deare, tell me where thy purchase lies, and shew What thy advantage is above, below. But if thy gainings doe surmount expression, 25 Why doth the foolish world scorne that profession, Whose joyes passe speech? Why do they think unfit That Gentry should joyne families with it? As if their day were onely to be spent In dressing, Mistressing and complement; 30 Alas poore joyes, but poorer men, whose trust Seemes richly placed in sublimed dust; (For, such are cloathes and beauty, which though gay, Are, at the best, but of sublimed clay.) Let then the world thy calling disrespect, 35 But goe thou on, and pitty their neglect. What function is so noble, as to bee Embassadour to God and destinie? To open life, to give kingdomes to more Than Kings give dignities; to keepe heavens doore? 40 _Maries_ prerogative was to beare Christ, so 'Tis preachers to convey him, for they doe As Angels out of clouds, from Pulpits speake; And blesse the poore beneath, the lame, the weake. If then th'Astronomers, whereas they spie 45 A new-found Starre, their Opticks magnifie, How brave are those, who with their Engine, can Bring man to heaven, and heaven againe to man? These are thy titles and preheminences, In whom must meet Gods graces, mens offences, 50 And so the heavens which beget all things here, And the earth our mother, which these things doth beare, Both these in thee, are in thy Calling knit, And make thee now a blest Hermaphrodite.

[To M^{r} Tilman _&c._ _1635-69:_ _no extant MSS._]

[18 Christs] Chists _1635_]

[34 clay.) _Ed:_ clay) _1635-69_]

[52 beare, _1650-69:_ beare _1635-39_]

_A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors last going into Germany._

In what torne ship soever I embarke, That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke; What sea soever swallow mee, that flood Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood; Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise 5 Thy race; yet through that maske I know those eyes, Which, though they turne away sometimes, They never will despise.

I sacrifice this Iland unto thee, And all whom I lov'd there, and who lov'd mee; 10 When I have put our seas twixt them and mee, Put thou thy sea betwixt my sinnes and thee. As the trees sap doth seeke the root below In winter, in my winter now I goe, Where none but thee, th'Eternall root 15 Of true Love I may know.

Nor thou nor thy religion dost controule, The amorousnesse of an harmonious Soule, But thou would'st have that love thy selfe: As thou Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now, 20 Thou lov'st not, till from loving more, thou free My soule: Who ever gives, takes libertie: O, if thou car'st not whom I love Alas, thou lov'st not mee.

Seale then this bill of my Divorce to All, 25 On whom those fainter beames of love did fall; Marry those loves, which in youth scattered bee On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee. Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: To see God only, I goe out of sight: 30 And to scape stormy dayes, I chuse An Everlasting night.

[A Hymne _&c._ _1633-69:_ A Hymne to Christ. _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ At his going with my Lord of Doncaster 1619. _B_, _and similarly_, _O'F_, _P_, _S96:_ _in MSS. last two lines of each stanza given as one_]

[2 my ... thy] an ... the _P_]

[3 soever swallow mee, that] soe'er swallows me up, that _O'F_]

[10 I lov'd there, _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TCC:_ I love here, _1635-69:_ I love there _P_

who lov'd mee; _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ who love mee; _1635-69_, _B_, _O'F_, _P_, _S96_]

[11 our seas _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ this flood _1635-69:_ these (_or_ those) seas _B_, _O'F_, _P_, _S96_]

[12 sea _A18_, _B_, _N_, _O'F_, _S96_, _TC:_ seas _1633_, _P:_ blood _1635-69_]

[15 thee, th'Eternall root] thy eternall work _B_, _O'F_ (_where it is altered to reading of text_), _P_ (externall workes), _S96_]

[28 Fame, _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ Face, _1635-69_, _B_, _O'F_, _P_, _S96_]

_The Lamentations of Ieremy, for the most part according to Tremelius._

CHAP. I.

1 How sits this citie, late most populous, Thus solitary, and like a widdow thus! Amplest of Nations, Queene of Provinces She was, who now thus tributary is!

2 Still in the night shee weepes, and her teares fall 5 Downe by her cheekes along, and none of all Her lovers comfort her; Perfidiously Her friends have dealt, and now are enemie.

3 Unto great bondage, and afflictions Juda is captive led; Those nations 10 With whom shee dwells, no place of rest afford, In streights shee meets her Persecutors sword.

4 Emptie are the gates of Sion, and her waies Mourne, because none come to her solemne dayes. Her Priests doe groane, her maides are comfortlesse, 15 And shee's unto her selfe a bitternesse.

5 Her foes are growne her head, and live at Peace, Because when her transgressions did increase, The Lord strooke her with sadnesse: Th'enemie Doth drive her children to captivitie. 20

6 From Sions daughter is all beauty gone, Like Harts, which seeke for Pasture, and find none, Her Princes are, and now before the foe Which still pursues them, without strength they go.

7 Now in her daies of Teares, Jerusalem 25 (Her men slaine by the foe, none succouring them) Remembers what of old, shee esteemed most, Whilest her foes laugh at her, for what she hath lost.

8 Jerusalem hath sinn'd, therefore is shee Remov'd, as women in uncleannesse bee; 30 Who honor'd, scorne her, for her foulnesse they Have seene; her selfe doth groane, and turne away.

9 Her foulnesse in her skirts was seene, yet she Remembred not her end; Miraculously Therefore shee fell, none comforting: Behold 35 O Lord my affliction, for the Foe growes bold.

10 Upon all things where her delight hath beene, The foe hath stretch'd his hand, for shee hath seene Heathen, whom thou command'st, should not doe so, Into her holy Sanctuary goe. 40

11 And all her people groane, and seeke for bread; And they have given, only to be fed, All precious things, wherein their pleasure lay: How cheape I'am growne, O Lord, behold, and weigh.

12 All this concernes not you, who passe by mee, 45 O see, and marke if any sorrow bee Like to my sorrow, which Jehova hath Done to mee in the day of his fierce wrath?

13 That fire, which by himselfe is governed He hath cast from heaven on my bones, and spred 50 A net before my feet, and mee o'rthrowne, And made me languish all the day alone.

14 His hand hath of my sinnes framed a yoake Which wreath'd, and cast upon my neck, hath broke My strength. The Lord unto those enemies 55 Hath given mee, from whom I cannot rise.

15 He under foot hath troden in my sight My strong men; He did company invite To breake my young men; he the winepresse hath Trod upon Juda's daughter in his wrath. 60

16 For these things doe I weepe, mine eye, mine eye Casts water out; For he which should be nigh To comfort mee, is now departed farre; The foe prevailes, forlorne my children are.

17 There's none, though _Sion_ do stretch out her hand, 65 To comfort her, it is the Lords command That _Iacobs_ foes girt him. _Ierusalem_ Is as an uncleane woman amongst them.

18 But yet the Lord is just, and righteous still, I have rebell'd against his holy will; 70 O heare all people, and my sorrow see, My maides, my young men in captivitie.

19 I called for my _lovers_ then, but they Deceiv'd mee, and my Priests, and Elders lay Dead in the citie; for they sought for meat 75 Which should refresh their soules, they could not get.

20 Because I am in streights, _Iehova_ see My heart o'rturn'd, my bowells muddy bee, Because I have rebell'd so much, as fast The sword without, as death within, doth wast. 80

21 Of all which heare I mourne, none comforts mee, My foes have heard my griefe, and glad they be, That thou hast done it; But thy promis'd day Will come, when, as I suffer, so shall they.

22 Let all their wickednesse appeare to thee, 85 Doe unto them, as thou hast done to mee, For all my sinnes: The sighs which I have had Are very many, and my heart is sad.

CHAP. II.

1 How over Sions daughter hath God hung His wraths thicke cloud! and from heaven hath flung 90 To earth the beauty of _Israel_, and hath Forgot his foot-stoole in the day of wrath!

2 The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed All Jacobs dwellings, and demolished To ground the strengths of _Iuda_, and prophan'd 95 The Princes of the Kingdome, and the land.

3 In heat of wrath, the horne of _Israel_ hee Hath cleane cut off, and lest the enemie Be hindred, his right hand he doth retire, But is towards _Iacob_, All-devouring fire. 100

4 Like to an enemie he bent his bow, His right hand was in posture of a foe, To kill what _Sions_ daughter did desire, 'Gainst whom his wrath, he poured forth, like fire.

5 For like an enemie _Iehova_ is, 105 Devouring _Israel_, and his Palaces, Destroying holds, giving additions To _Iuda's_ daughters lamentations.

6 Like to a garden hedge he hath cast downe The place where was his congregation, 110 And _Sions_ feasts and sabbaths are forgot; Her King, her Priest, his wrath regardeth not.

7 The Lord forsakes his Altar, and detests His Sanctuary, and in the foes hand rests His Palace, and the walls, in which their cries 115 Are heard, as in the true solemnities.

8 The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound And levell _Sions_ walls unto the ground; He drawes not back his hand, which doth oreturne The wall, and Rampart, which together mourne. 120

9 Their gates are sunke into the ground, and hee Hath broke the barres; their King and Princes bee Amongst the heathen, without law, nor there Unto their Prophets doth the Lord appeare.

10 There _Sions Elders_ on the ground are plac'd, 125 And silence keepe; Dust on their heads they cast, In sackcloth have they girt themselves, and low The Virgins towards ground, their heads do throw.

11 My bowells are growne muddy, and mine eyes Are faint with weeping: and my liver lies 130 Pour'd out upon the ground, for miserie That sucking children in the streets doe die.

12 When they had cryed unto their Mothers, where Shall we have bread, and drinke? they fainted there, And in the streets like wounded persons lay 135 Till 'twixt their mothers breasts they went away.

13 _Daughter Ierusalem_, Oh what may bee A witnesse, or comparison for thee? Sion, to ease thee, what shall I name like thee? Thy breach is like the sea, what help can bee? 140

14 For thee vaine foolish things thy Prophets sought, Thee, thine iniquities they have not taught, Which might disturne thy bondage: but for thee False burthens, and false causes they would see.

15 The passengers doe clap their hands, and hisse, 145 And wag their head at thee, and say, Is this That citie, which so many men did call Joy of the earth, and perfectest of all?

16 Thy foes doe gape upon thee, and they hisse, And gnash their teeth, and say, Devoure wee this, 150 For this is certainly the day which wee Expected, and which now we finde, and see.

17 The Lord hath done that which he purposed, Fulfill'd his word of old determined; He hath throwne downe, and not spar'd, and thy foe 155 Made glad above thee, and advanc'd him so.

18 But now, their hearts against the Lord do call, Therefore, O walls of _Sion_, let teares fall Downe like a river, day and night; take thee No rest, but let thine eye incessant be. 160

19 Arise, cry in the night, poure, for thy sinnes, Thy heart, like water, when the watch begins; Lift up thy hands to God, lest children dye, Which, faint for hunger, in the streets doe lye.

20 Behold O Lord, consider unto whom 165 Thou hast done this; what, shall the women come To eate their children of a spanne? shall thy Prophet and Priest be slaine in Sanctuary?

21 On ground in streets, the yong and old do lye, My virgins and yong men by sword do dye; 170 Them in the day of thy wrath thou hast slaine, Nothing did thee from killing them containe.

22 As to a solemne feast, all whom I fear'd Thou call'st about mee; when his wrath appear'd, None did remaine or scape, for those which I 175 Brought up, did perish by mine enemie.

CHAP. III.

1 I am the man which have affliction seene, Under the rod of Gods wrath having beene, 2 He hath led mee to darknesse, not to light, 3 And against mee all day, his hand doth fight. 180

4 Hee hath broke my bones, worne out my flesh and skinne, 5 Built up against mee; and hath girt mee in With hemlocke, and with labour; 6 and set mee In darke, as they who dead for ever bee.

7 Hee hath hedg'd me lest I scape, and added more 185 To my steele fetters, heavier then before. 8 When I crie out, he out shuts my prayer: 9 And hath Stop'd with hewn stone my way, and turn'd my path.

10 And like a Lion hid in secrecie, Or Beare which lyes in wait, he was to mee. 190 11 He stops my way, teares me, made desolate, 12 And hee makes mee the marke he shooteth at.

13 Hee made the children of his quiver passe Into my reines, 14 I with my people was All the day long, a song and mockery. 195 15 Hee hath fill'd mee with bitternesse, and he

Hath made me drunke with wormewood. 16 He hath burst My teeth with stones, and covered mee with dust; 17 And thus my Soule farre off from peace was set, And my prosperity I did forget. 200

18 My strength, my hope (unto my selfe I said) Which from the Lord should come, is perished. 19 But when my mournings I do thinke upon, My wormwood, hemlocke, and affliction,

20 My Soule is humbled in remembring this; 205 21 My heart considers, therefore, hope there is. 22 'Tis Gods great mercy we'are not utterly Consum'd, for his compassions do not die;

23 For every morning they renewed bee, For great, O Lord, is thy fidelity. 210 24 The Lord is, saith my Soule, my portion, And therefore in him will I hope alone.

25 The Lord is good to them, who on him relie, And to the Soule that seeks him earnestly. 26 It is both good to trust, and to attend 215 (The Lords salvation) unto the end:

27 'Tis good for one his yoake in youth to beare; 28 He sits alone, and doth all speech forbeare, Because he hath borne it. 29 And his mouth he layes Deepe in the dust, yet then in hope he stayes. 220

30 He gives his cheekes to whosoever will Strike him, and so he is reproched still. 31 For, not for ever doth the Lord forsake, 32 But when he'hath strucke with sadnes, hee doth take

Compassion, as his mercy'is infinite; 225 33 Nor is it with his heart, that he doth smite; 34 That underfoot the prisoners stamped bee, 35 That a mans right the Judge himselfe doth see

To be wrung from him, 36 That he subverted is In his just cause; the Lord allowes not this. 230 37 Who then will say, that ought doth come to passe, But that which by the Lord commanded was?

38 Both good and evill from his mouth proceeds; 39 Why then grieves any man for his misdeeds? 40 Turne wee to God, by trying out our wayes; 235 41 To him in heaven, our hands with hearts upraise.

42 Wee have rebell'd, and falne away from thee, Thou pardon'st not; 43 Usest no clemencie; Pursuest us, kill'st us, coverest us with wrath, 44 Cover'st thy selfe with clouds, that our prayer hath 240

No power to passe. 45 And thou hast made us fall As refuse, and off-scouring to them all. 46 All our foes gape at us. 47 Feare and a snare With ruine, and with waste, upon us are.

48 With watry rivers doth mine eye oreflow 245 For ruine of my peoples daughter so; 49 Mine eye doth drop downe teares incessantly, 50 Untill the Lord looke downe from heaven to see.

51 And for my citys daughters sake, mine eye Doth breake mine heart. 52 Causles mine enemy, 250 Like a bird chac'd me. 53 In a dungeon They have shut my life, and cast on me a stone.