Short Poems

Twice has Pudica been a Bride, and led
By holy Himen to the Nuptiall Bed.
Two Youths sha's known, thrice two, and twice 3. yeares;
Yet not a Lillie from the Bed appeares;
Nor will; for why, Pudica, this may know,
Trees never beare, unlesse they first do blow.

God is Jehovah cal'd; which name of His
Implies or Essence, or the He that Is.

God's said to leave this place, and for to come
Nearer to that place, then to other some:
Of locall motion, in no least respect,
But only by impression of effect.

God, in the holy Tongue, they call
The Place that filleth All in all.

To work a wonder, God would have her shown,
At once, a Bud, and yet a Rose full-blowne.

Spunge makes his boasts that he's the onely man
Can hold of Beere and Ale an Ocean;
Is this his Glory? then his Triumph's Poore;
I know the Tunne of Hidleberge holds more.

God is so potent, as His Power can
Draw out of bad a soveraigne good to man.

Gods Hands are round, & smooth, that gifts may fall
Freely from them, and hold none back at all.

After this life, the wages shall
Not shar'd alike be unto all.

True rev'rence is (as Cassiodore doth prove)
The feare of God, commixt with cleanly love.