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To Mr Tilman after hee had |
taken Orders. |
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Thou whose diuiner Soule hath caus'd thee now [48] |
To put thy hand vnto the holy plough |
Making lay scornings of the ministry |
Not an Impediment but victory |
What bringst thou home with thee? how dost thou find* |
Affected in the vintage? dost thou find |
New thoughts and stirrings in thee, and, as steele |
Touchd with a Loadstone, dost new motions feele? |
Or as a shipp after much payne and care |
ffor Iron and Cloth brings home rich Indian ware |
Hast thou thus trafiqud, but with farre more gayne |
Of noble goods and with lesse time and payne? |
Art thou the same Materialls as before |
Onely the stamp is changed, but no more? |
And as new crowned kings alter the face |
But not the monnyes substance, so hath Grace |
Changd only gods old Image by creation |
To Christs new stamp at this thy Coronation? |
Or as wee paynt Angels with wings, because |
They beare Gods Message and proclayme his Lawes |
Since thou must doe the like, and, so, must moue |
Art thou new featherd with celestiall loue? |
Deare tell mee where thy purchase lyes, and showe |
What thy aduantage is, aboue below; |
But if they gayning doe surmount expression |
Why doth the foolish world scorne that profession |
Whose Ioyes passe speech? Why doe they thinke vnfitt |
That Gentry should ioyne familys with it?
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[CW: Would] |