Come ye Blessed, etc. Goe ye Cursed, etc.
OR,
A Diall of Direction to Doomes-day: denoting by the Seaven deadly Sins, seaven dangerous steps descendant
to destruction; and by their contrary opposite vertues, the Seavenfold ladder ascending to everlasting Felicitie.
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Humilitie.
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MElt throbbing Soule into a flood of teares,
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And humbly hang thy vowes at Heavens eares;
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Thy God will heare, without an angry frowne,
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And raise thee up, as he hath cast thee downe.
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Rip up thy breast with sighes, breake heart in twaine,
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Hee'le make amends, and salve it up againe.
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True, true indeed; for he that Heaven will win,
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Must be both new without, and new within.
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Love.
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LOve is the life of Vertue, and the fire
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Which kindles motion in a good desire;
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Shee is the Queene, whom here portrayd you see,
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Dandling her pretty Infants on her knee:
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Now what relation they have to the Mother,
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The same wee have compar'd with one another:
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If thus wee love, at length the God above,
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Will guide our feete into the place of Love.
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Patience.
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WHy should I seeke revenge, I'le rather die,
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Then have my handes distaind with crueltie;
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Rather then burnish in mine owne defence,
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Let me bee blam'd for sheepish innocence:
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In hope thus meane I to continue still,
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And wish their good, that shall desire my ill;
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For well I know, Forgive, and bee Forgiven,
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Is one sure path, will leade us unto Heaven.
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Labour.
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THe portion Adam left his sonnes was sweate,
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And through their Labour to procure their meate;
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Fye then on those, that foolishly repine,
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To see us worke, before we seeke to dine:
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Wee stand not idle, like a lumpe of lead,
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But plow, and sow, and so we get our bread.
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For true it is, when God shall see it best,
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Wee shall be brought unto the place of rest.
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Liberalitie.
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COme, come, you hungry soules, take what you lack
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Foode for your belly, rayment for your backe,
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Refresh yourselves with that which God hath sent us,
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For what wee have, we must confesse is lent us:
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To bee employd on you, and take't as free,
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As ever at the first it came to mee.
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And doe so still, though the world ne're regard thee,
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There's one above that sees, and will reward thee.
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Temperance.
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IT is a noble thing, and worthy man,
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To slacke his power of doing what he can;
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This is true Temperance, to see and tast
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Gods creatures, never spending them in wast;
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This is the Balsame for the Soule and brayne,
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To reade, and drinke, and then to reade againe.
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No man can finde the way to Heaven reeling,
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It's straight, and low, and onely got by kneeling.
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Chastitie.
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ONe spotlesse couple with your tender young,
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Fayre like the stock, from whence at first they sprong;
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Hie to the Temple, great Jehovahs place,
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There you may looke upon him face to face;
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There you may reade, and heare, and pray, and sing,
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And warble out the prayses of your King.
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For he that beares unto this Church a love,
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Shall bee a member of the Church above.
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Pride.
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FAire, bright-celestiall Angel-like Face
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Adding a luster to the looking-glasse;
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Would Venus were alive, that I might prove
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How farre I went beyond the Queene of Love;
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My Peacock-painted lockes affirme the same,
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Brighter then hers to whom Leander swame.
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But stay, lockes shead, and Peacocks loose their feather,
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Your Beauty, and your Glasse, may breake together.
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Envie.
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O How my soule's tormented when I see,
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Honours attend on others, and flye mee!
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I could ee'ne teare away my snakie twine,
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For anger that those fortunes were not mine;
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Well so bee it, thrive on; I must and will
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Spit my contagious envie at you still.
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Hell's hard at hand, peace; for a time thou'lt see,
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Thousands shall pitty, but none envie thee.
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Wrath.
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CAn flesh and blood endure it? surely no,
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I'le make you rue your faults or e're you go;
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Your lift-up hands, and teares can doe no good,
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Nought shall appease my fury, but your blood:
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I'le carve yee up yee Scoundrels joynt by joynt,
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And tosse your limbes upon my daggers poynt.
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Yet bee advis'd, and learne this lesson well,
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The blood of man will be reveng'd in hell.
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Sloath.
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RAther then worke wee'le starve; now we are borne
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We must be kept, though we be kept in scorne;
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Let thinges goe how they will, what neede we care?
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Sleeping, and feeding in the open ayre:
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It is a blisse, what neede our wishes clime
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Farther than onely to the present tyme?
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Yet there's a world behind, and worth the thinking,
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Which will not be obtain'd by Sloath and drinking.
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Covetousnesse.
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COme let us hugge sweete soule, yee heapes of wonder,
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Wee'le rather fry in hell, than part asunder:
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O glorious mettall! fayre beyond the Sunne!
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That setts, but thou reflect'st when day is done;
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Long mayst thou fire my coffers, and bee bright,
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To keepe thy master from eternall night.
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But let me tell you this; Bills, Bondes, and Leases,
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Will ner'e assure you of the place where peace is.
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Drunkennesse.
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SIt close good fellowes, tumble downe the liquor,
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It makes the witt, and understanding quicker,
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'Tis the directest physicke for the braine,
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To sit, and drinke, and pisse it out againe:
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Fill me a boule of Nectar, I'le beginne
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A health to him, that will this honour winne.
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And drinke thy fill, a time will come e're long,
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Thou shalt not have a drop to coole thy tongue.
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Lecherie.
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QUickly let's snatch the pleasures of the bed,
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Embrace, and kisse, and cull a mayden-head;
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A fire runnes through my vaines, like AEtna hot,
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Yet what it meetes I'm sure it scorches not,
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Trye first and trust; two is a number, one
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Must live, and lye, and die, and all alone.
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Why so? t'is better goe to Heaven single,
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Then with the hellish multitude to mingle.
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