IONAS REDUX, OR A Divine WARNING-PIECE Shot from the FORT-ROYAL of NINIVE, TO ALL Cities, Countries, Kingdoms, and Empires, to Exhort them to be careful how they do Admit of the Dominion of SIN, within their Respective Territories, lest they fall into the like danger. BY IONAS ANGLICUS. St. Paul. Qui stat, videat ne cadat. Horat. Mutato nomine, de te— LONDON, Printed for Henry Brome, at the Gun at the West End of St. Paul's. MDCLXXII. To the Honourable Sir Joseph Sheldon Knight, ALDERMAN, And in near Election to the Majoralty of the most Honourable City of LONDON, and the whole Honourable Company of DRAPERS. Most honoured Sir, THe many signal Obligations, that I have from my childhood received, from your most Reverend and Honourable Uncle, his Grace my Lord Archbishop of Canterbury, have very much encouraged me; but the great fame of your growing Virtues, hath emboldened me (especially having the honour to be a Draper by descent) to address my Ionas to you: who as he wants little of my Anagram, so I am sure hath been the forerunner of my Fortunes: In this only I have by Divine Permission exceeded him, that for his three days, I have lain thirty years perfectly in a Whale's belly; but I still trust in our most good and gracious God, that as he did him, so he will bring me, to a happy shore, either in this world, or a better. In the mean time, I hope, this glorious City, which hath received so many fatherly chastisements from the Divine hand, by Sword, Plague, and Fire, will by your noble Precept, and Example, take a fair warning, to sin no more, lest a worse thing come upon them. I cannot but hope likewise, my hearty humble service, will prove no less acceptable to this most famous City, of which you are so near the Supreme Government, under the King's Majesty, whom God long preserve in a most prosperous Reign, for his own glory, the good of this most Honourable City, and the comfort of all us, his poor Subjects, and most particularly of Most honoured Sir, Your most obedient, and Affectionate Humble Servant, Ionas Anglicus. CARMEN Heroicum de Propheta JONA à Balaena deglutito, & Ninivitarum ad DEUM Conversione. UT latuit Jonas Triduum sub pectore Ceti, Vtque Deus Populo fasso peccata popercit, Dicere fort Animus. Tu per quem scilicet unum Omnibus Omnipotens parcit, sic Christe guberna Os calamamque meum, ne quis mihi versus inanis Excidat Incanto qui, non tua Numina cantet: Nam sine te non est, possim quod scribere quicquam, Tu mihi Principium, & Medium, Tu Finis adesto. Vrbs Antiqua fuit, paene alto vertice tangens Sydera, Dives opum, glebaque uberrima pingui: Assyrii coluere viri, quam Fama Minores Concelebrasse tulit Nini cum nomine Regis; Hanc rapidus Tigris foelicibus irrigat undis, Atque beat largo plenissima Copia Cornu, Nilque deest penitus, rerum quod postulat usus. Hen quàm difficile est, sortem benè ferre secundam! Quam virtus & opes non sede morantur in una! Dum nihil ergo deest Vrbi, dum Rebus abundat Omnibus, in Tenebras ruit, atque oblita Jehovae Qui Deus est unus, verusque, Nefanda Deorum Numina Fictorum vano veneratur Honore: Cumq, sit id primum Crimen, Liquisse Jehovam, Crimina sponte sua, mox caetera cuncta sequuntur, Virturesque fugant miseris ex Maenibus Almas. Hae coelum querulae repetunt, urbemque relinquunt, Caecaque deplorant humanae pectora Gentis, Quae fidens opibus, virtutum Redditur Hostis, Veri oblita Dei, peccatisque oblita foedis. At Deus aeterni residens super Aurea Coeli Templa, suas cernens Natas ex urbe repulsas; Protinus horribiles fremuit commotus in iras, Et vix abstinuit, terras quin funditus omnes Perderet illius Regionis, & igne cremaret, Ni miseratus eas clementi corde fuisset: Quod semper superat peccantis crimina mundi. Ergo vocat Jonam, Vatem quem mittat in Vrbem, Populis paenam meritam denunciet, ac si Esse Mali pergent, perituros sulphure cunctos, Dum lux Dena quater rutilo fulgeret Olympo. Ille stupens, dubitansque, Deo parere reousat, Ambiguumque animum, nunc buc nunc dividit illuc. Heu quid agam? reputat secum; qua voce furentes Compellem populos? quodsi compello, Pericla Mille parata mihi, me gens effraena necabit; Sin aliqui forsan resipiscent, hosque misertus Largus ut est veniae, Deus band extinxerit omnes, Me Plebs deludet, Mendacemque Improba finget. Quin potius quo Fata trahant, retrahantque, repente Profugio; Incautus subeam quàm tanta pericla. Dixit: & Antiquam trepidus festinat joppen, Conscenditque Ratem: Cilicum subiturus in Oras: Vix è conspectu solidae Telluris, in Altum Venerat, & Nantae spumas Maris aere ruebant, Cum Deus observans illum, stat vertice Coeli, Ah Miser, anne putas, inquit, te, evadere nostras Posse manus? Homines sequeris? mea jussa recusas? Dum fugis heu Scyllam, tibi mors erit ecce Charybdis. Talia dum tacito secum Deus ore volutat, Terribiles ventos, Tempestatesque sonoras Convocat, & subito Tonitru coelum excitat omne. Luctantur Zephyrusque Austerque & vectus Eois Eurus equis, mugit Pelagus, micat ignibus aether Conscius, involvit Tenebris pluviae Oceanum nox, Praesentumque necem ante oculos sibi quisque videbat; Cuncta vel in solo coeunt elementa profundo Atque Chaos certum, mox omnia juncta minantur. Horrent Attoniti, palmasque ad sydera tendunt, Continuo Nautis gelidus pavor occupat Artus, Navis & ut levior fiat, tum plurima vasa Ejiciunt, laxantque foros, nihilominùs undis Turbida cessat Hiems, iterumque iterumque relucent Fulgura Fulminibus commixta, nec amplius ullae Aut Terrae apparent, aut Coelum, aut Pontus, & Aer. Ambigui vasto jactantur gurgite passim, Incerti quo Fata ferant; ubi nulla salutis Spes aderat, tandem decernunt mittere sortem, Tantorum exipsis, si quis sit causa Malorum. Ecce autem dum sic ductis stat sortibus urna, Sors Jonam tangit; culpam mox ille fatetur, Sumque ait Hebraeus, propter me talia fiunt, Me propter qui nempe Dei mandata recuso, Cui Mare, cui Tellus, cui oeli sydera parent: Projicite in fluctum, & Pelago me immergite vasto, Cessabit Pelagus, maris ira tumorque quiescent. Mirantur Nautae, atque stupent, paulumque morantur, An sine morte viri, fortasse quiescere fluctus Inciperent, sed nulla quies, mora nulla frementis Est salis; ergo, suos Divos tamen ante precati, In mare praecipitem puppi (miserabile) ab alta Deturbant. Natat ecce miser, fluctusque silescunt Continuo, & placidi substernunt aequora venti. At Pater AEthereus facit ut Balaena propinquet, Ejectumque virum Pelagoque patente Natantem Excipiat veniens, ventrisque voragine condat. Tum vero Jonam vere circumstetit borror, Obstupet, ac planè quasi mortuus, abditus Alvo Balaenae ingemit; ut tandem vix reddita mens est, Sic corde ingeminat, ventrique immurmurat imo: Summe Deus, qui cuncta creas, servasque creata, En Miser hic jacco, velut atra per Antra sepulchri Conditus, in medio presentis limine mortis. Quae mihi spes superest ullius certa salutis? Sed tamen una salus à te sperare salutem. Tu miserere bonus miseri peccata fatentis Nec precon irato damnatum projice vultu: Eripe sed diro è Piscis ventre, & deme ab undis, Salvus ut ex illis iterum tua Templa revisam: Tum prius hic Cetus, sicca tellure natabit, Quam tua tanta meo labentur pectore facta. Annuit his votis Deus; exauditque vocantem, Et cum Lux rosea jam tertia luce rediret, Hunc Balaena Dei jussu, in solidam evomit oram. Vera loquor nec ficta fides, Gens Ethnica quanquam Rideat haec, atque hinc extet quoque fabula mendax, Sit quondam ut vectus tergo Delphinis Arion. Namque hominum ratio, quae non capit, omnia ridet, Et non vera putat, sed pagina sacra legenti; Esse ea quae dixi vera ac certissima, monstrat; Quandoquidem Christi Typus haec & Imago fuerunt: Nam veluti triduum Ceti ille in ventre latebat, Funera sic Christus passus, Tumuloque quiescens, Tertia Lux postquam rediit, redivivus in Auras Ipse simul rediit, de victo victor Averno, Sed respiravit postquam, viresque recepit Raptus Amithaides immensae è fluctibus undae, Summus eum ad populum rursus jubet ire Jehovah; Totius Interitum errantis nunciet Vrbis; Jussa facit laetus, primi memor ille pericli. O Miseri, exclamat, gens ô demersa nefandis Criminibus, gens exitio Vicina futuro, Audite, & memori mea dicta recondite ment: Horrendos Ausus vestros atque Impia facta Conspexit Deus, ille Deus, qui crimina semper Pectore cuncta notat memori, paenisque rependit Vindicibus, si non praesentibus, attamen olim Aeternis, quae sunt vobis sine fine paratae. Ille igitur vestra ob peceata exarsit in iras Tantas, ut cum jam decies lux quarta resurget, Perdere cuncta velit, quae tota urbs continet, igni. Haec ubi dicta dedit vates, Timor anxius omnes Cepit, & auditis Verbis tam tristibus, Vrbem Horrida continuò per totam fama vagatur, Advenisse diem fatis quo cuncta perirent. Omnia Maestitiá querulâ, miseroque tumultu Implentur, penitusque omnes plangoribus aedes Luctificis ululant? Coeli ferit ardua Fletur. Rex ipse, invitas Rumor cum venit ad Aures, Descendit Solio Regali, & veste Cilissa Indutus, Capitis cineres in Vertice spargit, Ac toti populo jejunia mandat, ut omnes Suppliciter tristes, Sacci velamine cincti, Numina tanta, Deitanti, decorde precentur, Instantesque minas irasque avertere tentent. Audiit Omnipotens voces, gemitusque vocantum, Praebuit ac veniam votis, irasque remisit. Mandata Dei Jonas peragenda peregit, Maenibus egressus miseris proeul urbe resedit, Et sibi quae solem arcerent umbracla paravit, Sub quibus expectans tandem spectare volebat Quid fieret, cui dira Deus decreverat, Vrhi. Ast ubi quae fuerat merita urbs Infanda malorum Paenituisse Deum sentit, paenasque remissas, Indolet, & plorans luctu cor torquet inani; Vel quia jure putat plecti debere Scelestos, Vel quia, ne mendax habeatur forte, veretur. Ergo mori mavult, tali quam vivere pacto. Tempora purpurei finem jam veris habebant, Et vehemens aestu donis Cerealibus aestas Gaudebat; calidosque urebat Syrius agros, Perque agros una Jonam, qui frigora captans Vmbrarum, reperire nequit: cum Coelitus aestum Huic fugat Omnipotens, hederamque repente virentem Procreat: haec serpens toti sua brachia Jonae Circum laxa dedit, summasque secuta per Auras Edidit umbriferum quo delitet ille Cubiclum. Hinc subeunt pectus Jonae nova gaudia laeti. Sed quam parva nimis, quam parvo tempore durant Gaudia? dum fruticem semper putat ille futurum, Ecce volente Deo, cum jam nox altera adesset, Vermis adest, hederamq, arrodit iniqua comantem. Illa cadit, penitusque aret; tum Gaudia Jonae Diffugiunt, iterumque novas mox ardet in iras. Id Deus aspiciens, horum ceu conscius Author, Num tibi, Amithaide, tantos, ait, herba dolores Arida facta parit, quam nox dedit una vigentem, Altera languentem subito exarescere vidit? Cur ego non parcam buic urbi, quae Maenibus amplis Terrigenas tot habet, quot haud vix gramina campis, Qui cuncti ignorant curvum discernere recto? Non ego prava probo, vehemens sed turpia plecto. At qui me veniam votis ex Corde precantur Supplicibus, faciles illis placidissimus Aures Praebeo, nec culpae memini, paenasque remitto. O & Londinum sis Ninivaea Secunda Ter faelix Niobe, Lachrymis vel Nobile Saxum. Dixit, & ut dixit populo fecitque priori, Sic nobis etiam dicitque facitque benignus. Illum ergo, ex animo, meeum, sic quilibet oret: Omnipotens, Aeterue Deus, qui cunctà creasti, Nos quoque, cen vitiis Vrbs haeo immersa nefandis, Crimina Criminibus semper cumulando meremur Nil nisi perpetuas iras Phlegetontis, & ignes AEternos. Quis enim coelestia Numina curat? Quis syncera colit divini dogmata verbi? Vana Superstitio, Frandes, scelerata Libido, Turpis Avarities, cumque Ambitione Tyrannis Constituêre sibi Regnum, virtute repulsâ, Quae misere é Terrae fugit procul omnibus oris; Heu fugit proeul illa accusatura scelesti Indigenas caecos mundi. Refipiscite, clamat, O Miseri, resipisce animis O & Anglia caecis, At tu, summe Deus, qui nil nisi parcere nosti, Ac nisi corde rogent veniam, tunc perdere tandem; Nos quoque qui veniam te supplice voce rogamus, Resfice placatis oculis, paenasque remitte, Quas meriti fuimus, tum quasque meremur in horas: Vincere da Satanam, propriam da vincere carmem, Nostraque mitte tuum sanctum in praecordia Flatum, Qui Peccaturos moneat, moveatque pigrorum Longuentes animos, dum quae Meliora decebat Non faciunt stolidi, sed Deteriora sequnntur. Sic Tua, sic Nati sic sancti Numina Flatus, Non intermissis celebrabunt Landibus omnes. Laus Christo Trino & Uni Deo. A Heroic POEM upon the Prophet IONAS, who was Swallowed by a Whale, and the Conversion of the NINIVITES to GOD. HOW Ionas lay three days within a Whale, By God committed to that moving Jail, And how confessing Ninive God spared, My hand is ready, and my Pen prepared. Thou blessed Saviour, by whose blood alone The world is spared from like Destruction, So rule my heart, and hand, that not a word May fall, but what thy glory may afford: For without thee I can to nothing tend, Be my beginning, middle, and my end. An Ancient City stood, with lofty Towers, Touching the Stars, and rich in Fruits, and Flowers; Held by Assyrians, and late Poets sing Was so called Ninive, from Ninus King: This stately Tigris waters all about, Blest with a Horn of Plenty all throughout; There nothing wanted that did need require, Or that the heart of Man could well desire. How hard a thing it is to bear such hap! Virtue and Wealth sit seldom in one lap. Whilst Ninivites with all things thus abound, Reeling in darkness, and the world went round, Forgetting God, who is the only True, And giving Idols, what's his only due: So leaving God, which is the greatest sin, All villainy besides doth straight creep in. All virtues chased out of their City walls, Carry complaints to Heaven of their foul falls; Bewailing so the madness of Mankind, Quicksighted to all Vice, to Virtue blind: Forgetting God, and all besmeared with evil Give themselves up to th' Clutches of the Devil. But God above sitting ' i'th' highest Throne Of's Temples there, hearing his Daughter's moan; Was straight provoked to a most grievous wrath, And scarce abstained from thundering Ruin forth 'Gainst all the Neighbouring parts, and burnt with Fire But that his mercy mollified his Ire: As that is always greater than the world, Though into Millions more Transgressions hurled; Therefore he calls good Ionas, him to send, And bid them all their manners for to mend, Or to denounce this Doom, if they go on They should be all in Conflagration gone. Fire and Brimstone should be sent from Heaven, Ere ' the Suns course was finished six times seven. Th' Amazed and doubting Prophet doth refuse, So daring Gods own dictate to abuse. But he's recalled again, and changeth mind So oft as Sails are altered by the wind. What shall I do? so he gins his moan, But strait his voice was strangled with a groan. Yet he proceeds, How shall I dare come near A people without grace, or wit, or fear? If I go on, those Villains are so rude I shall be murdered by the multitude; But if they shall repent, and pardon merit, As God's most gracious, and forgiving Spirit; Or shall not execute his Fury full, Then will they scoff, and kill me for a Gull. No, I will rather go in spite of Fate, Into the Sea, than to that City Gate. So said, he hastens to th' Seas nearest Door, And mounts a Ship, bound for Cilician shore: Scarce was he got clear out of sight of Land, And Mariners did to their office stand, But the Allseeing God observing this, From Heaven's height, as all things done amiss. Ah witless wretch d' ye think ye ever can Escape my hands, by a Retreat to Man? Opposing so my Preccepts, Scylla fly And fall upon Charybdis, and so die? This whilst th' Almighty pondered in his mind, The Seas were raised with a Tempestuous wind, Which God did call to make the Prophet quake, Whilst with that storm the very earth did shake. The Air and Water meets, yet you'd think under, Was th' only Seat, and Region of Thunder. There West and South are at a furious strife, Which shall be soon Master of his life: Nay Eurus with his Oriental Steeds, Doth puff and blow, whilst the poor Seaman bleeds: The bellowing waves do give a dismal note. Like Io with her metamorphosed throat. The knowing sky was with its Lightning light, Whilst guilty Seas were all involved in night. There death's presented to each mortal eye, Which they look on, and pray, but cannot fly. Nay, what the dismallest horror represents, There's sad confusion of all Elements, And a most certain Chaos doth appear, Fire, Earth and Air, dwell all with Water there. Now you must think though hot at work, cold Fear Possessed each limb, and Artery that was there. Yet that their Ship more lightly pass those waves, They throw their wealth into those wat'ry graves: But Seas not sated with that Sacrifice, Swell higher yet, nay higher, higher rise. Now Thunder mixed with Lightning, doth conspire To make Earth look like Air, and Sea like Fire. So were they tossed in that outrageous Gulf, That all aboard thought they held th' ears of a Wolf. Thus turmoild with th' uncertainty of Fate, No hopes appear the Tempest should abate; So they determine to be tried by Lot Who are the truly Innocent, who not. The Lots being cast, Ionas is found the man In God's disfavour, deny't if he can: No, he confesseth fairly, I'm a Jew, And for my sake great God doth thus pursue: 'Tis for my sake, who lately disobeyed Him who has always Earth, Seas, and Heavens swayed: Cast me into these waves, and straight the Main Will be appeased, and you at rest again. The Mariners amazed stand and stay, Hoping the storm may cease another way; And so to save the man, but yet no peace, Nor fury of the angry billows cease. Then having each one prayed unto his God That he'd abate the sharpness of his rod, They throw poor Ionas o'er the highest Board To see if's death their safety would afford: There the wretch swims, and storms are straightway said, As if the Sea had made the winds afraid. But the great God of Heaven caused a Whale To come and take him into's living Jail. The horror that then seized poor Ionas heart, Is not to be expressed in any part; And buried thus alive, he doth complain, Though yet he's scarce come to himself again; His heart doth humbly yet to God address, I'th' bottom of that swimming Wilderness. Almighty God who hast created all, And keep'st all things created lest they fall, Behold me miserable Sinner here As buried in a living Sepulchre; So in the middle placed of present death, What hopes have I of any future breath? But now my hopes are thou wilt safety bring, When I've not hopes in any mortal thing. Be merciful to him that doth confess, Cast not thy Servant into wretchedness; Let not this fishes belly and the waves Be turned into my Dungeon, or my Graves. Deliver me, O Lord, from this dark Den, That I may see thy Temples amongst men. Then shall this fish swim sooner upon land Than I will disobey thy just command. Thus gracious God was pleased to hear him pray In his quick Sepulchre, and the third day Th' obedient Whale did strait by God's command Cast the converted Prophet on dry land. This is all truth I speak, though Heathen wits Have laughed at this, with other holy Writs; And so have thrust amongst the fabulous pack, A false Arion on the Dolphin's back. So in man's reason what's not to command They jeer, because they cannot understand; Nor will believe at all, though Sacred Writ Do certify at large the truth of it. Nay, though it be the Figure of our Christ, Yet they do what they can to have it hissed. For as he lay three days within a Whale, So past the Son of Man through Earth's black Jail; From whence returning Conqueror to the World, Hell and the Grave he to confusion hurled. So when our Prophet was again restored To th' open Air, he the great God adored, And taught obedience by his so late fall, Goes strait to preach their ruin, One and All. Bold Amithaides now does appear Obedient to his God without all fear, Remembering his past danger; and cries out, You wretched people, that are drowned throughout, In Seas of sins, and near a future fire, Hear what I say, and so avoid God's Ire. Your horrid words, and your more impious deeds, For which, though yours do not, my poor heart bleeds, God hath beheld, that God who always pays Offenders, and in equal balance weighs. So if he punish not with present pain, Eternal torments sinners shall remain; Which are prepared for you without all end, Unless you shall yourselves and manners mend. He therefore is so angry for your sins, By that the fortieth day from hence gins, All shall be surely by sad Fire destroyed, Unless his wrath by Penance you avoid. This when the Prophet spoke, an anxious fear Struck every person that his words did hear, And a sad Horror seized on all the Town, The Swordmen well as those that wore the Gown, That now the day was come when all should fall By Fire from Heaven, in Pile Funeral. All places now were filled with sad complaint, And he before was Devil now turns Saint. All Quarters now were filled with grievous cries, And sighs of sinners pierced the very skies. The King who thought he did command the Globe, Descends from Princely Throne, and Royal Robe, And clad with Haircloth next his tender skin, With Ashes on that head, a Crown was in; Commands a Fast through all his People too, And taught by his example what to do. So in Procession, and with one accord, They humbly go about and seek the Lord. And pray his Mercy to avert the pain His Justice threatens, they'd deserved again. Th● Almighty heard their cries and grievous groans, And so was pleased too with their sad moans, That he remitted all their sins, so loath Is God to vengeance, and to show his wrath. As Ionas had performed God's command, Gets from the City far on a high land; And to keep off the Sun, prepares a shade, Desirous for to see the end God made With that rebellious and most sinful City, Which had not yet deserved his Prayers, nor pity. But when he found God did himself repent, And from's intended punishment relent; He grieves as much the clean contrary way, To find from God his angry-Plagues delay. Either for that he thought they ought to die As wicked men, or that he seemed to lie: Therefore he chooseth to embrace his death Rather than length of a dishonoured breath. Now was it near the end of purple Spring, And Ceres began her Summer gifts to bring: Now raging Syrius burned the foaming fields, And the poor Prophet to his fury yields. For now he can no longer find the shade, Which he well hoped his hands had surely made: So the divine dignation from above Chaseth the heat, and plants him in a Grove Of green and growing Ivy, which embraced His shaded limbs, as by it they'd been laced: So starting up aloft unto the Sky, Gave a delightful shade for him to lie. Here Ionas joys do straight begin again, And hopes he shall be quit now of all pain. But see how little are, and how unsure The pleasures that all mortals can procure! Whilst Ionas thought himself secure i'th' shade Which by Gods will one single night had made: Behold God willing now, another night A Worm destroys it and its umbrage quite: It withers strait, and falls, so Ionas joys Are fled, and pleasures turned to sharp annoys. So he grows angry, but Almighty God Knowing himself the Author of that Rod, Why Ionas▪ swith he▪ doth that give thee grief To see that dried which gave before relief, And that which only one night kindly gave, Another dry and languishing would have? Why should not I then Nonive so spare In which so many Souls of Mortals are, And holds so many in its spacious walls, As the fields grass, Trees leaves before their falls; Who all don't know yet what is wrong from right: I love the simply good, but punish spite; But they who with an humble heart do crave My gracious pardon, their remission have; I always yield to Sinners gracious ears, By hearty sorrows they avoid all fears Of my displeasure, and from Heavens high vaults Drops an Indulgence for all humanne faults. So London like great Ninive appears, Thrice happy Niobe turned stone with tears. He said, and so he did, and as to them, So he's to us unwilling to condemn; Therefore let us, who ' of's glory careful are, Approach his Sacred Presence with this Prayer. Almighty and great God, who mad'st us all, Make us t' avoid that City's sins and fall. And though we do by heaping Crimes on Crimes, Deserve thy wrath showed in the worst of Times, Nay all the Phlegeton's and Stygian Fire, Which thou'st prepared for Sinners in thine Ire. For who doth worship right thy holy Name? Who keep's thy Word and Will with divine Flame? Vain Superstition, Frauds and wicked Lust With dirty Avarice, Ambition must Reign o'er our Members, Virtues being suppressed, Or fled to Heaven there to take their rest. Oh they are fled away t' accuse us there Of our ungrateful sins, and follies here; So they cry down to us, Sinners repent, And God from's Indignation will relent. But thou, Great God, who knowst best how to spare, And only chastnest who obdurate are; Us also who with suppliant voice require Thy Grace, look on with pleased eyes and appeased Ire, Remit the punishments we have deserved, By following Satan, and our flesh so served, Send down thy Holy Spirit to our hearts, Which may convert us Sinners in all parts. Inflame our Souls to follow better things Than those which show much Honey, but leave Stings, So Thine, Thy Sons, and Holy Spirits breath, we'll glorify with Prayers until death. Laus Christo Trino & Vni Deo,