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way, this subject, and to publish their labours in print, that they may be of use, not only for the present age, but for posterity.

And that the husbandman may be pleased as well as profited, in perusing the labours of this author; he hath, with singular aptnefs and acuteness, contrived and contracted the sum and scope of every chapter into an elegant distich, or pair of verses, placed at the head of it, and concluded it with a choice melodious poem, suitable to, and dilating upon the whole matter of it. These the husbandman, who can but read, may quickly learn and sing for his solace, instead of those vain ballads and corrupting rhymes, which many of that rank are apt to buy, and solace themselves withal, without any benefit, yea, much to their burt, making their hearts more corrupt, carnal, and vain thereby.

Let me add one word more to the reader. This book of Hura bandry Spiritualized, is not calculated only for the common hus. bandman ; persons of any calling, or condition, may find the author working out such searching reflections and strong convictions, from almost every part and particular of the husbandman's work, as may prove, if faithfully improved, very useful to them; to some for their awakening, to consider the state of their fouls, whether in grace, or in nature; to others for their instruction, consolation, and encouragement in the ways of grace, as also for their proficiency and growth in those ways. That the blessing of the Lord, and the breathings of his good Spirit may go out with it, for all those gracious purposes, is the heart's desire and prayer of him, who is,


A sincere well-wisher to thy precious and immortal foul,


To his Reverend and Learned Friend, Mr John FLAVEL, on his Spiria

tual Navigation and Husbandry.
T ETTERS of mark to his dear fervant given,
L By him that fists the ruming winds of heaven :
To tight and take all such as would not deign
T'acknowledge him the sea's great Sovereign.
He launch'd his little pinace, and began
T' attack the vaisals of Leviathan.
Auspicious gales swelling his winged fails,
Searches all creeks, and every bark he hails;
That scarce a ship our Western coast afford,
Which his brave pinace has not laid aboard,

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And what among our riddles fome might count,
Was seen at once at Berwick, and the Mount.
Yea, in more ports hath in one lustre been,
Than Hawkins, Drake, or Cavendish have seen.
And prizes of more worth brought home again,
Than all the plate-fleets of the Kings of Spain.
But that which makes the wonder swell the more,
Those whom he took were beggars all before.
But rests he here? No, no, our friend doth know,
'Tis good to have two ftrings unto his bow.
Our rare Amphibion loves not to be pent
Within the bounds of one poor element.
Besides, the learned author understood,
That of an idle hand there comes no good.
The law to him no pulpit doth allow, .
And now he cannot preach, he means to plow,
Though preaching were a crime, yet he foresaw
Against the plowman there could be no law.
Nor stays he on resolves, but out-of-hand
He yokes his teem, plows up the stubborn land ;
Sows it with precious feed, harrows again
The tougher clods, takes pleasure in his pain.
Whilft, Orpheus-like, (which doth his art advance)
Rocks, fields, and woods, after his pipe do dance.".

Industrious fpirit, to what a rich account
With thy bleft Lord, with all these labours mount ? '
That every nerve of thy best foul dost ply,
To further heaven's spiritual husbandry.
This kind of ti'iage which thou teacheft us,
Was never dreamt of by Triptolemus.
Go, reader, turn the leaves; and me allow
To pray (whilft at work) God speed the plow.


In Authoris Opera.

TET Paracelsus and Van Helmont's name,

L No more ride triumph on the wings of fame.
Lo, here's a chymist, whose diviner skill
Doth hallowed from unhallowed things distil.
Spiritualizeth sea-affairs ; again,
Makes the rude ground turn tutor unto men.
Shews Mariners, as by a compass, how
They may unto the port of glory row.

Vol. V.

Teacheth the plowmen, from their work, to know
What duties unto God and man they owe.
Rare artist! who, when many tongues are mute,
Mak'st things that are inanimate confute
The age's fins ; by preaching unto eyes,
Truths which in other modes their ears despise.
Prosper his pious labours, Lord ! howe'er
Do not forget to crown the labourer.

Sic raptim canit,

To his Reverend and Invaluable Friend, Mr J. F. upon his Hus.

bandry Spiritualized.

And Blech ho take it kint you did the

TNGENIOUS Sir, what do I see? what now!
I Are you come from the pulpit to the plow?
If so, then pardon me, if I profess,
The plow deserves to be sent to the press.

Tis not long since you went to sea, they say,
Compos'd a compafs which directs the way,
And steers the course to heaven; O bleft art !
And bravely done that you did that impart
To us, who take it kindly at your hand,
And bless the Lord that you are come to land,
To be an husbandman, wherein your skill,
With admiration doth your readers fill.
One grain will yield increase, 'tis ten times ten,
When the earth's manur'd by such husbandmen.
We may expect rich harvests, and full crops,
When heavenly dew defcendeth in such drops
Of fpiritual rain, to water every field,
That it full heaps of grace to God may yield.
I must adore the wisdom of that God
That makes men wise, who, even from a clod
of earth, can raise such heavenly meditation
Unto a pitch of highest elevation.
Besides, I mark the goodness of the Lord,
Performing unto us his faithful word,
That all should work for good unto the faints,
Which, in some measure, leffens our complaints.
For though our pulpit-mercies' be grown less,
We have some gracious helps get from the prets.
And herein all the world may plainly see,
That faithful servants will not idle be.

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We have fome bricks, although the straw be gone,
The church, at last, shall be of polith'd stone.
Whatever men or devils act or fay,
Sion, at last, will have a glorious day.
The wretched muck-worm, that from morn to night
Labours, as if'twere for an heav'nly weight;
And, when he hath got all he can, the most
Amounts to little more than a poor crust,
To feed his tir'd carcase: If himself
Have, by his carking, got a little pelf,
Leave it he must, to one he knows not whom,
And then must come to an eternal doom;
And hear his poor neglected, wretched soul
Tell him at last that he hath play'd the fool.
But here he's taught, how he, before he die,,
May lay up treasure for eternity;
Wherein he may be rich, yea, much, much more,
Than they that do poffefs whole mines of ore.
When earth's more worth than heav'n, and gold than grace,
Then let the worldling run his brutish race ;
But not before, unless he do intend
To Queet with soul-destruction in the end.
But I must leave him, and return again
To gratulate the author for his pain.
And here I can't forbear to bid my pen
To tell the world of all the husbandmen,
That e'er I met, he, he hath hit the vein
To recompense the labourer's hard pain,
And taught him how to get the greatest gain.
Wherein he treads a path not trode before ;
By which, indeed, his skill appears the more.
I might encomiums give him, great and true,
And yet come very short of what's his due ;
But I must not walk in forbidden ways,
For thereby I am sure, I should displease
His pious mind, who doth, and freely can .
Give all the praise to the great husbandman;
Who will his graces in his servants own,
But doth expect himself to wear the crown.

Farewel, dear Sir, I take my leave, and now,
Will say no more than this, God speed the plow.


The Epistle, to the intelligent Country Reader. THOU haft here the fruit of some of my spare hours, which I were thus employed, when, by a sad providence, I was thrust

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from the fociety of many dear friends, into a solitary country-dwelling.
I hope none will envy me these innocent delights, which I made out
of my lonely walks, whereby the Lord sweetened my solitudes there.
It is like thou wilt find some paflages here, that are harmlefly plea-
fant; yet, I assure thee, I know of none that the moft Cynical Rea-
der can cenfure, as sinfully light and vain. I must acknowledge, to
the praise of God, that I have found some of those (which, possibly,
some of my readers will call the slightest and most trilling subjects of
meditation) to be the ordinances for instruction, caution, and con-
Colation to my own soul; yea, fuch a degree of comfort, I do profess
to have found by these things, as hath much endeared the country-
life to me, and made me much better to understand that saying of
Horace, than when I learned it at school,

Novistine locum potiorem rure beato?
Ef ubi plus tepeant hyems ? Ubi gratior aura ?
O rus, quando ego te adfpiciam ? Quinndoque licebit
Nunc veterum libris, nunc fomno, et inertibus hortis
Ducere folicitæ jucunda oblivio vita. (i.e.)

What life can with the country life coinpare ?
Where breathes the purest, and most healthful air.
Where, undisturb’d, my study I pursue,

And, when I sleep, bid all my cares adieu. Hor. Sat. 6.
And what I have found so beneficial to myself, I cannot but think
may be fo to others. I assure thee, reader, I am not fond of any of
these conceptions; and yet I think I may modestly enongh fay, That
the emptiest leaf of this book may serve for more, and better uses,
than a mere diversion, when thou canst find leisure to peruse it.
I know, your troubles and cares are many; and though your con-
dition of life hath many innocent comforts and outward mercies to
sweeten it, yet I believe most of you have found that ancient saying
of Anacreon experimentally true : Exe To T140V, ang ye wpylos yauxo.

Some bitter troubles countrymen do meet,
" Wherewith the Lord doth intermix their sweet.'

The cares of your minds are commonly no less than the pains of your bodies ; it concerns you, therefore, to sweeten what you cannot avoid; and I know no better way for that, than what is here directed to. O friends! what advantages have you for a spiritual life? Why may you not have two barvests every year? One for your fouls, another for your bodies; if you could thus learn to husband your hufbandry. Methinks spiritual meditations do even put themselves upon you. Husbandmen of old were generally presumed to be honest and good men ; what else means that saying of Menander, Aypossos Esvab TT POOTOIN TO%, cos wy.

i Profess thyself an husbandman,

And wicked too ! believe't that can! What you are, godly or wicked, is not for me (that am a stranger 'to most of you) to determine : but if you are not godly, it is my de

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