A Taste of blessednesse here shalt thou say, Thy Conscience shall be at Tranquility, And in the Life to com thou shalt enjoy The sweet fruition of the Trinity, Society with Saints then shalt thou have, Which in this life thou didst so often crave. Let this then stir thee up to purity, Newnesse of life, and speedy Conversion, To Holinesse and to integrity, Make conscience of impure thoughts unknown Pray in the Spirit with sweet Contemplacion Be vigilant for to avoid Temptacion. The Preamble. Amid the Oceon of Adversity, Neare whelmed in the Waves of sore Vexation, Tormented with the Floods of Misery, And almost in the Guise of Despairacion, Neare destitute of Comfort, full of Woes, This was her Case that did the same compose: At length Jehovah by his power divine, This great tempestious Storm did mittigate. And cause the Son of Righteousnesse to shine Upon his Child that seemed desolate, Who was refreshed, and that immediatly, And Sings as follows with alacrity. The Second Meditacion. The storm of Anguish being over-blown, To praise Gods mercies now I may have space, For that I was not finally orethrown, But was supported by his speciall grace; The Firmament his glory doth declare, Psal. 19. 1 Yet over all his works, his mercies are. Psal. 145. 9 The Contemplacion of his mercies sweet, Hath ravished my Soule with such delight Who to lament erst while was onely meet, Doth now determine to put griefe to flight, Being perswaded, hereupon doth rest, Shee shall not be forsaken though distrest. Gods Favour toward me is hereby proved, For that he hath not quite dejected me; VVhy then, though crosses be not yet removed Yet so seasoned with pacience they be, As they excite me unto godlinesse, The onely way to endlesse happinesse. Wch earthly muckworms can in no wise know Being of the Holy Spirit destitute, They savour onely earthly things below; Who shall with them of saving Grace dispute, Shall find them capable of nothing lesse Though Christianity they do professe. Let _Esaus_ porcion fall onto these men, The Fatnesse of the Earth let them possesse No other thing they can desire then, Having no taste of Heavens happinesse, They care not for Gods Countenance so bright, Their Corn and Wine and Oyle is their delight. To compasse this and such like is their care, But having past the period of their dayes, Bereft of all but miseries they are, Their sweet delight with mortall life decayes, But godlinesse is certainly great gain, 1. Tim. 6. 6 Immortall blisse they have, who it retain.