Dialogue Wherein a Romish Rhyme is Confuted, Poem 1 – Errata

Dialogue Wherein a Romish Rhyme is Confuted · Poem 1 – Errata

p. 163A PASTORALL ADMONITION, TO REPENTANCE.

WHat wonder, though they hauehave so small successe,

All Enterpryzes by vsus vndertaken?

Wee, meschantlie, hauehave re-admitted Messe,

Which, happilie, was frō our sholders shakē.

Thus, having foulie, then, our Faith forsaken,

All our Endevours, duelie, GOD deludeth.

HIS Choler kindleth still, and can not slaken:

HEE, justlie, still, our sinfull Sutes secludeth.

Nor, shall our Foes, but daylie vexe, and wrong vsus,

Till once wee put all strange Gods from among vsus.

No louelove of Messe, had ever ledde vsus to it:

This Groundes was, on Politicke Praetences:

But, no Fraetence, had driven vsus to doe it,

If, in our GOD, wee had plac'd all Defences.

But, from HIS Word, so strayed hauehave our Senses,

In Humane Helpe, wee our Repose hauehave placed.

And, there-fore, GOD vsus rightlie recompenses.

Our Designes fayle, our Doinges are disgraced.

To Asa, King, what GOD spake, by Hanani,

Concerneth vsus, much more than him, or anie.

From Syrian's King, Asa succour sought,

And, hyred them, with State, and Temples Treasure.

Wee vayner helpe, at dearer …ate hauehave bought:

Of Asa's Sinne, exceeding much the measure:

And, doubled thus, hauehave on vsus GOD'S displeasure;

On-drawing, vndeclynable Destruction,

Repent wee not, whyle wee hauehave anie leasure.

It's cleare, by vndenyable Induction,

Some Wages, Asa war'd out on that Nation:

Of Babell, wee bring in th'Abhomination.

p. 164Prowde Ammons King, with Iabesh, was contented,

For to conclude, a Covenant, of Peace;

So being, beastlie, that they had consented,

To vnderunder-goe a singular Disgrace:

That, pulling out their right Eyes, from their Face,

All Israel hee might, so make ashamed.

But, much more ignominious is our Case,

Our Beastlinesse, and much more to bee blamed.

Our Parties Pryde, surpasse…h that Exemple:

To Molech, wee must re-erect a Temple.

Then, let vsus turne agayne to GOD, who smytes vsus:

And, doubtlesse, Hee will vntounto vsus returne.

Slyding abacke, so long as it delytes vsus,

Wee never shall misse Matter for to mourne.

It's senselesse Pryde, agaynst the Pricks to spurne.

Take counsell, then, while CHRIST vponupon vsus calleth:

His kindled wrath, begin it once to burne,

Woe to the Wicked, in His Fangues that falleth.

Will wee but put all strange Gods from among vsus,

And all the World will bee too weake to wrong vsus.

With Pittie, LORD, respect Thy People poore,

In IESVS CHRIST; who, gracious and good,

Salvation to Sinners, did procure,

By sheeding, on the Crosse, his Sacred Blood.

HEE is our Solace, and Coelestiall Food;

VsUs nursing vp, in hope of endlesse Glorie:

HEE hath remooved all that vsus with-stood:

HEE comforts vsus, gainst all may make vsus sorie.

Since, here-to, nought, but MercieMercy miere, did moue THEE,

Should wee not, LORD, with all our Soules, then, louelove THEE?

FINIS.

p. 165The Author his Meditation, on the 63 Yeare of his Age, now …-….

THis is (I know) my Climactericke yeare,

And, where-in, if it shall please GOD to take mee,

What profit, or what pleasure, hauehave I here,

So louelie, as the louelove there-of may make mee,

Affect frayle Lyfe, which must, at length, forsake mee?

Which is of Illes, but a Succession Sphericke:

Where-of each houre, I count my Climactericke.

On …irier Hopes, my Soule it selfe heere stayeth:

I neyther loathe, nor louelove, long heere to liue.

Long byding, heere, my Blessednesse delayeth.

Heere, vnderunder Sinne, I doe but groane, and grieue:

Heart-broken, but that, firmlie, I belieue,

My Death, an Ende shall set to Sinne and Sorrow.

Gladlie, come on, then, gratefull Guest, to morrow.

Meane whyle, my GOD, with Thy good Sprite direct mee,

So as I never wander from THY Wayes:

And, by THY Potent Power, so protect mee,

As, stable I may stand, gaynst all Essayes.

Discowrage not THY Servaunt, with Delayes:

But, how-so-ev'r it shall please THEE to proue mee,

Still let me feele, my LORD, that THOV dost louelove me.

Each moment teach m…e, of my Day…s, to number:

To Wisedome, whollie, that myne Heart applying,

I never sinke downe, in a senselesse slumber:

But, (Lusts, and all vngodlinesse denying;

And on THY loving Promises relying)

In all Assaultes, I may hauehave Hope, and Hearting:

And, last, to THEE, a peaceable Departing.

p. 166I seeke not Peace, with Sinners, or with Sinne:

But Peace, which passeth vnderstanding all.

Which New-birth, heere, doth in our breasts begin:

In that mee keepe, till hence, LORD, Thou mee call.

From Fayth, Hope, LoueLove, LORD, let mee never fall:

But, fighting out this good Fight, by THY Grace,

Aeternallie, syne, let mee see THY Face.

There shall I fynde, that inexhausted Fountayne,

Of endlesse Blisse: there shall my Soule bee filled,

With sight of Thee: there, setled on my Mountayne,

I shall hauehave more, than Heart ev'r wisht or willed.

In Booke of Lyfe, there shall I see mee Billed.

Sacietie of Ioyes lyes there-in Store,

And vnperturbed Pleasures, ever-more.

Passe vp, then, Soule; possesse that pleasant Place.

Onlie for GOD'S peculiar Ones prepared.

Goe in to Glorie, by the Gate of Grace;

Where never more in Sinne thou shalt bee snared.

What wee shall bee, there shall it bee declared.

I long to know the Cafe, which never Eye,

Here saw, Eare heard, Heart thought, what that may bee.

FINIS.

ESCAPES, IN PRINTING.

End of the text · Patrick Forbes, Dialogue Wherein a Romish Rhyme is Confuted (1627)