updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,,"","","",9352,"Next, Toby Steffick's brought, a man whose heart
Walk'd upright with his God; though like a cart
Press'd with afflictions sheaves, to heaven he heav'd
His wasted eyes, and said, I have receiv'd
From the beginning of my life till now,
Good things of God, and shall not I then bow
My will to his, but his chastisements shun?
I will not; no, God's holy will be done.
Can I, poor dust and ashes, have the face
To plead with God? I chearfully embrace
Thy pleasure, Lord; I come to bear the cross;
O be thou pleas'd to purge away my dross:
Calcine my soul; obliterate my sins;
And make me pure against that day begins.
He pray'd; and having drunke the lethal cup,
His spirit into heaven ascended up.","Searching ""mind"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,3605,"""O be thou pleas'd to purge away my dross: / Calcine my soul; obliterate my sins; / And make me pure against that day begins.""",""
2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,,"",•I've included twice: Jewel and Casket,Inwardness,9353,"Romanus then into the fire is flung:
A storm extinguish'd it; and now his tongue
Must take a farewel of his head; his neck
Becomes the subject of a halters check.
One Gordius having liv'd a certain time
In deserts, counted it at last a crime
Not to endure; he therefore when a game
Was celebrated unto Mars, forth came,
And up in a conspicuous place b'ing got,
He said, I'm found of those that sought me not:
Then apprehended, he his faith confesses;
And in the midst of torment this expresses:
God's my adjutor, Ah! why should I than
Fear in the least the Tyranny of man?
Nothing shall me dismay, that can fall out;
Thou Lord art with me, fencing me about
With Bullwarks of thy love; thy favour still
Surrounds me: Ah! how can I then fear ill?
These torments are but light, which I endure;
Let heavier come. Tormentors, pray procure
Substantialler then these; these are too small:
Gibbits? and racks? as good have none at all.
VVhen foul means could not shake his faith in Christ,
He was by specious promises entic'd:
But Gordius said, I do expect in heaven
Greater preferments, then on earth are given.
Now for this good man going to be burn'd,
How many tender-hearted persons mourn'd!
To whom he thus; Let not your brimfill'd-eyes
Weep showres for me, but for God's enemies;
VVho make a fire for us, But in conclusion,
Purchase a greater to their own confusion:
O weep for them, or none; good people curb
Those gliding streams, and do not thus disturb
My calmed minde: for truely I could bear
A thousand deaths for Christ, and never fear.
Some pity'd him, while others, standing by,
Perswade him to deny Christ verbally,
And to himself reserve his conscience.
My tongue, said he, will under no pretence
Deny its donor: unto righteousness
Our hearts believe, but 'tis our tongues confess
Unto salvation; O let me excite
You all to suffer for a cause so right:
Good folks, fulfill a dying mans desire.
So said, he ceas'd, and leap'd into the fire.
One Menas, an Egyptian born and bred,
Leaving his temporal subsistence, led
A solitary life, in desert places;
Where he might wholly exercise his graces,
In fasting, prayer, meditation, fit
And dil'gent reading of the sacred Writ.
At last return'd to Cotis, when the croud
Were at their pastimes, he proclaim'd aloud
Himself to be a Christian: then surpriz'd,
His faith in God more boldly he agniz'd.
Torments ensu'd; no torments could revoke
His minde, but thus he confidently spoke:
In my minde, nothing comparable is
To the enjoyment of eternal bliss:
Nay, all the world, if put into one scale,
Is lighter then one soul: VVho can prevail,
To disunite us from the love of Christ?
Can tribulation? anguish? he's the high'st;
To him will I look up; he bids me fear not
Those that can kill me bodily, but are not
Able to hurt the soul; but fear him who
Hath pow'r to slay the soul and body too,
And fling them into hell. Having receiv'd
The final sentence, up to heaven he heav'd
His eyes, hands, heart, and said: O Lord my maker,
Thanks be to thee, in that I am partaker
Of Christ his precious blood: thou hast not let
My foes devour me, but hast beset
My heav'n-fix'd soul with such true constancy,
That in the faith I liv'd, for that I die.
The lift up axe, upon his neck falls down,
And so he lost his head, but found a Crown.
In Portugal a Noble Virgin nam'd
Eulalia, of twelve years old, enflam'd
With holy zeal, most earnestly desir'd
To suffer death, and heartily requir'd
The blest assistance of Gods willing arm,
And faith all her corruptions to charm:
Her godly Parents, fearing she should come
T'untimely death, did keep her close at home;
But she (not brooking long delay) by night
Stole out of doors, by that time it was light
She came into the City, and appearing
Before the Judge, spake boldly in his hearing:
What, no Shame in you? will you still be bent
To shoot your arrowes at the innocent?
Never have done (because no power controuls)
To break their bodies, and afflict their souls?
Are you desirous what I am to know?
I am a Christian, and an open foe
Unto your diabolick sacrifices:
As for your Idols, them my soul despises:
I do aknowledge, with my voice and heart,
Th' all-powerfull God: Hangman, in ev'ry part
Come cut and mangle me, dishead me, burn me;
What ever thou canst do, shall never turn me.
Alas! alas! my flesh is too too weak,
And may be conquer'd; thou maist eas'ly break
This brittle Casket: but my inward minde
A jewel is which thou shalt never finde.
Then thus the angry Judge; Here Hangman, take her,
Drag her out by the hair, to torments; make her
Be sensible of what our Gods can do,
And we: But yet before thou undergo
A miserable end, O sturdy girle,
I'de fain have thee recant; life is a pearl
Too precious to lose: call but to minde
Thy Noble Birth, and be not so unkinde
To thine own self as to neglect thy fortune;
Methinks the glist'ring Bride-bed should importune
Thee to preserve thy life: bar not thine ears,
But be entreated by thy Parents tears,
Not to contemn th' Aurora of thy time;
The flower of thy youth is in its prime,
And wilt thou slight it now? well, if thou wilt,
Know, that to make thee answer for thy guilt,
Engines are ready; if thoul't not be turn'd,
Thou shalt beheaded be, or rack'd, or burn'd:
What a small matter is't, not worth this strife,
To strew incense? yet that shall save thy life.
Eulalia not reply'd, but spurn'd abroad
The incense heaps, and did with spittle load
The tyrants face: the Hangman having retch'd her;
With wilde-beasts talons to the hard bones scratch'd her.
But she ceas'd not to praise the Lord and prize
Th' attainment of these sublime dignities.
VVith th' iron grate her mangled body's gor'd;
Her brests, with flaming torches are devour'd;
Her long hair set on fire: she opened wide
Her mouth, and sucked in the flame, and di'd.","Searching ""mind"" and ""inward"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,3605,"""Alas! alas! my flesh is too too weak, / And may be conquer'd; thou maist eas'ly break / This brittle Casket: but my inward minde / A jewel is which thou shalt never finde.""",""
2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,,"","•Note 2 gives ""Anno 1260.""","",9355,"When the black cloak of Popery was hurl'd
Upon the shoulders of the christian world,
The saints still labour'd to dispel away
Those shades Cimmerian, and reveal the day
With truth's bright lustre; and withall devest
The Roman glory. One among the rest,
A learn'd and godly man at Lions, whose name
Was Peter Valdo, much oppos'd the same;
Declaring plainly Transubstantiation
To be no better then an Innovation:
He mov'd the cred'lous people to embrace
The precious offers of the means of grace,
They which unto his Doctrine gave respect,
From him were called the Waldensian Sect:
Which like a Snow-ball rowling down a hill,
Decreased nothing, but increased still.
Though ev'ry day and hour the Martyrs bleed,
Yet is the Martyrs blood the Churches seed.
This her'sy in a thousand Citys swarme,
Maintaining seventy thousand men of arms:
Nor could the popish Canons, Constitutions,
Curses, Decrees, alter their resolutions:
To suffer wrong, in body, goods, or name,
For Christ his sake, was counted not a shame.
Valdo yet still proceeds (nor can he hope
Long life) to publish to the world, the Pope
Is Antichrist; the Mass abominable;
The Host an Idol; Purgator'a fable.[1]
Pope Innocent the third, did authorize
Monkish Inquisitors for to surprize
These Her'oicks (as he call'd them) by process,
That so the sec'lar power might them suppress,
Is any rich, the inquis'tors had a trick
To make him poor, Oh he's an Heretick,
Let him have such a death; no power controul'd
Or curb'd them in; but what they would, they would.
If any, water, or a pad of straw,
Gave to the Saints, he was condemn'd by law.
If any advocate, assaid to plead
His kinsmans cause an Action indeed!
And if an Heir, his father that way leans,
And that's enough to rob him of his means.
Nay, for to keep the people in more aw,
They prisoners do in their processions draw
Triumphantly; injoyning them to vex
And scourge themselves; with ropes about their necks,
A torch in either hand, others along
Must pass to terrify the gazing throng.
Besides all these, they have a thousand Querks;
They send cut some to fight against the Turks
And Infidels; (no need to seek for heires)
Their houses, goods, and chattels, all are theirs.
At their return, if any ask'd their wives
VVho lay with them? They 'ndangered their lives.
The foes confess'd, they had not wherewithall
To build up prisons for th' accused all:
And yet for all this persecution, there
[2]Above eight hundred thousand Christians were.
The faith encreas'd, and with a prosp'rous gale
Clim'd o're the Alps came to Pragela's vale;
From thence the people bordered upon
St. Martin, Piedmont, La Perouse Angrogne.
Wander there did innumerable flocks
Upon the craggy cliffs, and algid rocks.
Above three thousand being hid in caves,
VVere stifled by these marble-hearted slaves.",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,3605,"""Above three thousand being hid in caves, / VVere stifled by these marble-hearted slaves.""",""
2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,,"","","",9361,"In wisdome thou chastizest thine,
And in the furnace of affliction,
Their drossie souls thou dost refine;
And by thy Judgments, stamp conviction.
If thy corrections thou dost lengthen,
Accordingly be pleas'd to strengthen","Found again searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,3608,"""And in the furnace of affliction, / Their drossie souls thou dost refine""",Metal
2009-09-14 19:34:10 UTC,,"",•I've included twice: Gold and Load-stone Iron,"",9362,"75.
Our hearts all vice, as Amphitane gold draws,
The Load-stone iron, as the Amber strawes.","Searching ""mind"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,3609,"""Our hearts all vice, as Amphitane gold draws, / The Load-stone iron, as the Amber strawes.""",Metal
2010-06-29 03:32:20 UTC,,I've included the entire poem,"",Magnetism,9364,"Oh from thy Radient Throne above
Look down on me, Great God of love:
With sacred Light my Soul infuse,
And wing, for flight, mine unfledg'd Muse,
That she may like the morning Lark
Mount up and sing: Lord I'me a spark;
But if thy Bellows please to blow
Me up, Oh then I needs must glow.
My God to me a Being gave,
To use those little gifts I have;
Oh may I then to after days
Make known my All-Creators praise;
As by instinct the Loadstone draws
The iron, as the Amber straws;
So let thy grace mine heart attract,
Dear Lord! O make me have respect
To all thy righteous Laws, begin
To purge out all my dross: my Tinn
Remove far from me; Oh inflame
My frozen Spirit, to praise thy Name.
Let Heaven fill me to the brim
Above the world, Oh may I swim.
And (as it were) my soul divorce
From Transient joys: Oh steer my course
According to thy compass: Guid
My reeling Pinace, make the Tide
Tranquil, and let the milder gale
Of thy sweet Spirit, stuff my Sail,
Until I safely am arriven
At the desired Haven, Heaven;
Where I shall see the God of nature,
And always praise the worlds Creator.","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,3610,"""As by instinct the Loadstone draws / The iron, as the Amber straws; / So let thy grace mine heart attract, / Dear Lord!""",Metal
2009-09-14 19:34:10 UTC,,I've included the entire poem,•I've included twice: Dross and Tin,"",9365,"Oh from thy Radient Throne above
Look down on me, Great God of love:
With sacred Light my Soul infuse,
And wing, for flight, mine unfledg'd Muse,
That she may like the morning Lark
Mount up and sing: Lord I'me a spark;
But if thy Bellows please to blow
Me up, Oh then I needs must glow.
My God to me a Being gave,
To use those little gifts I have;
Oh may I then to after days
Make known my All-Creators praise;
As by instinct the Loadstone draws
The iron, as the Amber straws;
So let thy grace mine heart attract,
Dear Lord! O make me have respect
To all thy righteous Laws, begin
To purge out all my dross: my Tinn
Remove far from me; Oh inflame
My frozen Spirit, to praise thy Name.
Let Heaven fill me to the brim
Above the world, Oh may I swim.
And (as it were) my soul divorce
From Transient joys: Oh steer my course
According to thy compass: Guid
My reeling Pinace, make the Tide
Tranquil, and let the milder gale
Of thy sweet Spirit, stuff my Sail,
Until I safely am arriven
At the desired Haven, Heaven;
Where I shall see the God of nature,
And always praise the worlds Creator.",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,3610,"""O make me have respect / To all thy righteous Laws, begin / To purge out all my dross: my Tinn / Remove far from me""",Metal
2009-09-14 19:34:10 UTC,,"","","",9367,"When God had framed man with wondrous art,
He after made his soul the nobler part;
He did his dross with sacred fire refine
And breath'd in him a soul, a soul divine.
A soul immortal; death with all its power,
Nor Satans fiery darts can't it devour.
God to the soul eternal essence gave,
It had beginning, but no end shall have.
Wit, Understanding, Memory, and Will,
The pallace of the soul inhabit still:
How circular, how speedy is hir motion?
She roundeth in a trice the Heav'n, Earth, Ocean:
She scales heav'ns tower with her Eagles wings;
Finds out th'obstruce Originals of things;
As raine, hail, snow, ice, winds, nor doth she wonder
At flash of lightning, nor at claps of thunder.","Searching ""mind"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,3611,"""When God had framed man with wondrous art, / He after made his soul the nobler part; / He did his dross with sacred fire refine / And breath'd in him a soul, a soul divine.""",Metal
2009-09-14 19:34:10 UTC,,"","","",9370,"Cleanse me from soul infecting sin,
And purely purg away my dross,
O do thou take from me my Tin;
(And make me joy in such a loss,)
O Lord my crooked wayes reforme,
And be my pilot in a storme.","Searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,3608,"""Cleanse me from soul infecting sin, / And purely purg away my dross, / O do thou take from me my Tin;""",Metal