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First, let the Law plough vp thy wicked heart, That Christ may come, and all these types de

part. When thou hast swept the house that all is cleare; When thou the dust hast shaken from thy feete; When God's All-might doth in thy flesh appeare, Then seas with streames aboue the skye do meete:

For goodnesse onely doth God comprehend, Knowes what was first, and what shall be the end.

III. The Manicheans did no idolls make Without themselues, nor worship gods of wood; Yet idolls did in their ideas take, And figur'd Christ as on the cross he stood :

Thus did they when they earnestly did pray,

Till clearer faith this idoll tooke away. We seeme more inwardly to knowe the Sonne, And see our owne saluation in his blood : When this is said, we thinke the worke is done, And with the Father hold our portion good:

As if true life within these words were laid

For him that in life neuer words obey'd. If this be safe, it is a pleasant way; The crosse of Christ is very easily borne: But sixe dayes' labour makes the Sabboth-day; The flesh is dead before grace can be borne: The heart must first beare witnesse with the

booke, The earth must burne, ere we for Christ can



Eternall Truth, almighty, infinite,
Onely exiled from man's fleshly heart,

Where ignorance and disobedience fight,
In hell and sinne which shall haue greatest part;

When thy sweet mercy opens forth the light Of grace, which giueth eyes vnto the blinde, And with the Law euen plowest up our sprite To faith, wherein flesh may saluation finde,

Thou bidst vs pray; and wee doe pray to thee : But as to power and God without vs plac'd, Thinking a wish may weare out vanity, Or habits be by miracles defac'd,

One thought to God wee giue, the rest to sinne: Quickly vnbent is all desire of good; True words passe out, but haue no being within ; Wee pray to Christ, yet helpe to shed his blood :

For while we say beleeve, and feele it not, Promise amends, and yet despaire in it, Heare Sodom iudg’d, and goe not out with Lot, Make Law and Gospell riddles of the wit;

Wee with the Jewes euen Christ still crucifie,
As not yet come to our impiety.

Wrapt vp, O Lord, in man's degeneration,
The glories of thy truth, thy ioyes eternall,
Reflect vpon my soule darke desolation
And vgly prospects ore the sp’rits infernall :

Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity

Deserues this hell; yet, Lord, deliuer me. Thy power and mercy neuer comprehended Rest, liuely imag'd in my conscience wounded; Mercy to grace, and power to feare extended, Both infinite, and I in both confounded :

Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity

Deserues this hell; yet, Lord, deliuer me. If from this depth of sinne, this hellish graue, And fatall absence from my Sauiour's glory,

I could implore his mercy

who can saue,
And for my sinnes, not paines of sinne, be sorry;

Lord, from this horror of iniquity,
And hellish graue, thou wouldst deliuer me.

Downe in the depth of mine iniquity,
That vgly center of infernall spirits,
Where each sinne feeles her own deformity,
In those peculiar torments she inherits-

Depriu'd of human graces and diuine,

Euen there appeares this sauing God of mine. And in this fatall mirrour of transgression, Shewes man, as fruit of his degeneration, The errours vgly infinite impression, Which beares

the faithlesse down to desperationDepriu'd of human graces and diuine,

Euen there appeares this sauing God of mine. In power and birth, Almighty and Eternall, Which on the sinne reflects strange desolation, With glory scourging all the spirits infernall, And vncreated hell with vnpriuation,

Depriu'd of human graces and diuine,
Euen there appeares this sauing God of mine.

For on this spirituall Crosse, condemned, lying,
To paines infernall by eternal doome,
I see my Sauiour for the same sinnes dying,
And from that hell I fear'd to free me come;

Depriu'd of human graces, not diuine,
Thus hath his death rais’d vp this soule of mine.

The serpent Sinne, by shewing humane lust
Visions and dreames, inticed man to doe
Follies, in which exceed his God he must,
And know more than he was created to:

A charme which made the vgly sinne seeme

And is by falne spirits onely vnderstood.
Now man no sooner from his meane creation
Trode this excesse of vncreated sinne,
But straight he chaung'd his being to priuation,
Horrour and death at this gate passing in;

Whereby immortall life, made for man's good,

Is since become the hell of flesh and blood.
But grant that there were no eternity;
That life were all, and pleasure life of it:
In sinne's excesse there yet confusions be,
Which spoyle his place, and passionate his wit ;

Making his nature lesse, his reason thrall

To tyranny of vice vnnaturall.
And as hell-fires, not wanting heat, want light,
So these strange witchcrafts, which like pleasures

Not wanting faire inticements, want delight,
Inward being nothing but deformity,

And doe at open doores let fraile powers in

To that straight bidding Little Ease of sinne.
Is there ought more wonderfull than this
That man, euen in the state of his perfection,
All things vncurst, nothing yet done amisse,
And so in him no base of his defection,
Should fall from God, and breake his Maker's

Which could haue no end, but to know the ill?
I aske the rather, since in Paradise
Eternity was obiect to his passion,
And hee in goodnesse like his Maker, wise
As from his spirit taking life and fashion ;

What greater power there was to master this,
Or how a less could worke, my question is ?

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For who made all, 'tis sure yet could not make
Any aboue himselfe, as princes can,
So as against his will no power could take
A creature from him, nor corrupt a man;
And yet who thinks he marr'd that made vs

As well may think God lesse than flesh and

Where did our being then seeke out priuation ?
Aboue, within, without vs, all was pure ;
Onely the angels from their discreation,
By smart declar'd no being was secure,
But that transcendent goodnesse, which sub-

By forming and reforming what it lists.
So as within the man there was no more
But possibility to worke upon,
And in these spirits which were faln before
An abstract curst eternity alone;

Refined by their high places in creation,

To adde more craft and malice to temptation.
Now with what force upon these middle spheares
Of Probable and Possibility ;
Which no one constant demonstration beares,
And so can neither bind, nor bounded be;
What those could work, that, hauing lost their

Aspire to be our tempters and our rod,
Too well is witness'd by this fall of ours :
For wee, not knowing yet that there was ill,
Gaue easie credit to deceiuing powers,
Who wrought vpon vs onely by our will;

Perswading, like it, all was to it free,
Since, where no sinne was, there no law could


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