Couer'd all ouer in a smouldering smoake,
As ready the foundation to forsake,

On the dread presence of the Lord to looke.
Erect your spirits, and lend attentiue ear,
To marke at Sina what to you is said.
Weake Moyses now you shall not simply heare,
The son of Amram and of Iacobed;

But He that Adam did imparadise,

And lent him comfort in his

proper blood, And saued Noah, that did the arke deuise, When the old world else perish'd in the flood; To righteous Abraham Canaan franckly lent, And brought forth Isaac so extreamly late, Jacob so faire and many children sent, And rais'd chast Joseph to so high estate; He whose iust hand plagu'd Egypt for your sake, That Pharaoh's power so scornefully did mock, Way for his people through the sea did make, Gaue food from Heauen and water from the rock. Whilst Moyses now in this cloud-couered hill Full forty dayes his pure aboade did make, Whilst that great God, in his almighty will, With him of all his ordinances spake: The decalogue from which religion tooke The being; sinne and righteousnesse began The different knowledge, and the certaine booke Of testimony betwixt God and man:

The ceremoniall as judicious lawes,

From his high wisdome that receiu'd their ground,
Not to be altred in the smallest clause,

But, as their Maker, wondrously profound.
The composition of that sacred phane,
Which as a symbol curiously did shew,
What all his six daye's workmanship containe,
Whose perfect modell his owne finger drew.

XI.

HENRY LOK.

PSALME XXVII.

THE Lord! he is my saving light,
Whom should I therefore feare?
He makes my foes to fall, whose teeth
Would me in sunder teare.

Though hostes of men besiege my soule,
My heart shall neuer dread;
So that within his court and sight,
My life may still be led.

For in his Church from trouble free
He shall me keepe in holde;

In spight of foes, his wrondrous prayse
My song shall still unfold.

Have mercie, Lord, therefore, on me,
And heare me when I cry;

Thou bidst me looke with hope on thee;
For help to thee I fly.

In wrath therefore hide not thy face.
But be thou still my aide;

Though parents fayle thou wilt assist-
Thy promise so hath said.

Teach me thy truth, and thy right path,
Least that the enemy

Prevaile against my life; whose tongues
Entrap me treacherously.

My heart would fainte for feare, unless
My faith did build on thee;

My hope's my God, and comfort's strength,
Who will deliver me.

PSALME CXXI.

VNTO the hils I lift my eyes,

From whence my helpe shall grow;

Euen to the Lord which fram'd the heauens,
And made the deeps below.

He will not let my feete to slip;
My watchman neither sleepes:
Behold the Lord of Israell still
His flocke in safety keepes.
The Lord is my defence; he doth
About me shadow cast;

By day nor night the sunne nor moone
My limbs shall burne or blast.
He shall preserue me from all ill,
And me from sinne protect;
My going in, and comming forth,
He euer shall direct.

A VERSION OF THE LORD'S PRAYER.
OUR Father which in heauen art,
Lorde! hallowed be thy name:

Thy kingdome come, thy will be done,
In heauen and earth the same.
Giue us this day our daily bread;
Our trespasses forgiue,

As we for other men's offence
Doe freely pardon giue.

Into temptation leade us not,
But 'liuer us from ill;

For thine all kingdome, glory, powre,
Is now, and euer will.

AVARICE.

Who loueth gold shall lacke, and he
Who couets much want store:

With wealth charge growes; the owner but
Increaseth paine the more.

WHAT though the world, through baleful lust of gold,

Be thus transported with a greedy mind,

To purchase wealth, which makes the coward bold To search land, sea, and hell, the same to find? Yet as it doth increase, so doth desire,

And soone consume as oyle amidst the fire. A iust reward of so vnworthy trade

As doth debase nobilitie of soule,

Which, made immortal, scornes those things that vade,

And in the wise should earthly effects controule. But mould-warp like, these blindfold grope in

vaine:

Vaine their desires; more vaine the fruit they gaine.

If honor, wealth, and calling do excell

The common sort, so charge doth grow with all : Few with a little sure may liue as well,

As many may, though greater wealth befall :

It is not wealth to haue of goods great store,
But wealth to be suffised, and need no more.
Who hath aboundance and it vseth well,
Is but a steward to his family;

A purse-bearer for such as neare him dwell;
An amner to the poore that helpless cry:

He but his share doth spend, though somewhat better,

And what he leaues he is to world a detter.

THE MISERABLE STATE OF THE WICKED.

Who feares not God shall not escape,

His daies as shadows pas;

Though wicked men triumph sometimes,
And iust men waile, alas!

WHEN as contrariwise the wicked one
Shall be dismounted from his seat of trust,
Dismayd and desolate, forlorne, alone,
Pursued by heauen and earth, by iudgment iust,
Of God and man forsaken and contemnd,
As be the innocent before condemnd:

The pompe and glory of his passed pride
Like to a flower shall vanish and decay;
His life like ruines downe shall headlong slide,
His fame like to a shadow vade away.

Because he feared not the God of might,
In iustice shall these woes vpon him light.

And yet in truth it is a wondrous case
To see the iust so many woes sustaine :
Not that I thinke that pitie can haue place
With wicked ones to make them wrong refraine;
But that the God of iustice doth permit
His seruants to be subiect vnto it.

For you shall lightly see the better man
The more afflicted in his worldly state;
The vilest person, worst, that find you can,
Most wealthy and loued most, though worthy hate:
But it is vaine to search God's mind herein-
Thereof to descant I will not begin.