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Title: Divine Songs and Meditacions (1653)

Author: active 17th century An Collins

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The Augustan Reprint Society

AN. COLLINS
DIVINE SONGS AND MEDITACIONS
(1653)

Selected, with an
Introduction, by
Stanley N. Stewart

Publication Number 94

William Andrews Clark Memorial Library
University of California
Los Angeles
1961

GENERAL EDITORS

Richard C. Boys, University of Michigan
Ralph Cohen, University of California, Los Angeles
Vinton A. Dearing, University of California, Los Angeles
Lawrence Clark Powell, Clark Memorial Library

ADVISORY EDITORS

John Butt, University of Edinburgh
James L. Clifford, Columbia University
Arthur Friedman, University of Chicago
Louis A. Landa, Princeton University
Samuel H. Monk, University of Minnesota
Everett T. Moore, University of California, Los Angeles
James Sutherland, University College, London
H. T. Swedenberg, Jr., University of California, Los Angeles

CORRESPONDING SECRETARY

Edna C. Davis, Clark Memorial Library

[i]

INTRODUCTION

In 1815, the library of Thomas Park, which had already passed from Park to Thomas Hill to Longman, was sold. In the catalog of that collection, a volume of devotional and autobiographical verse written by one Anne Collins, Divine Songs and Meditacions (1653), was described as “so rare as to be probably unique.”[1] That same year, Longman and his associates published an anthology of “Old Books in English Literature, Revived,” edited by Sir Egerton Brydges and entitled Restituta. Brydges, who acknowledged the help of Park in editing the four volume work,[2] reprinted long passages from the Songs and Meditacions. By mid-century, the book had passed through the possession of James Midgeley, Sir Mark Masterman Sykes, Thomas Thorpe,[3] and Richard Heber. In 1878, Alexander Dyce reprinted all but the last stanza of “Another Song exciting to spirituall Mirth,” and some twenty years later, S. Austin Allibone included reference to Anne Collins in his Critical Dictionary of English Literature. By this time, however, the remaining copy of Divine Songs and Meditacions seems to have slipped from sight; scholars were a long time finding it, but in 1924, the “unique” copy bearing the autograph of Thomas Park was removed from the library at Britwell Court and sold by Sotheby to A. S. W. Rosenbach, who acted in behalf of Henry E. Huntington, in whose memorial library it now remains. If a second edition of the work ever existed, as claimed by Allibone,[4] it has vanished (to my knowledge, without a further trace); for all practical purposes, Anne Collins and her Divine Songs and Meditacions are unknown even to scholars of seventeenth-century literature.

Though it appears that the verses of Anne Collins have been spared extinction, it is problematic whether they will escape obscurity. Dr. Johnson and Warton did not mention them. Yet knowledgeable, if lesser, men found the Songs and Meditacions worth reading. We may infer, for example, that Thomas Park, who was praised by Southey as the most distinguished authority on Old-English poetry, admired the Songs, for it seems probable that he recommended to Brydges the passages finally anthologized in Restituta. In any case, for their metrical variety, spiritual tone, and structural quaintness, Brydges found the Songs and Meditacions to [ii] be of value. Allibone reprinted Brydges’ commentary, implying (at least) that he had no strong quarrel with it; and in our own century, I. A. Williams, having read the single poem in Dyce, described the “lilt and diction” of the language as “charming,” and called for a new edition of the work.[5] It may be that a wider knowledge of her writing would rescue Anne Collins only from oblivion into abuse. But if that is so, it is only fair to say that she wrote with a full awareness of her poetic limitations. Referring to herself as “unskilfull,” she claimed to have written only to occupy her mind, and then only that, in her lingering illness, she might not fall victim to Sloth. Anne Collins may not have been a Puritan,[6] but her verses are, in several respects, a form of the diary. To her, questions of aesthetics, at least as we would normally think of them, were quite irrelevant. She was convinced that the expression of a dedicated heart was of greater value than a polished line. Even if that expression were in the form of somewhat unsteady verses, it would not be without merit: “Yet for theyr matter, I suppose they bee / Not worthlesse quite, whilst they with Truth agree.

We are dependent upon the autobiographical quality of the work for all we know of its author. She might have been any one of the many Annes who, during the first half of the seventeenth century, married into or out of the Collins name (or the name might be a pseudonym). But especially in the first third of the work, in the prose “To the Reader” and the metrical “Preface” and “Discourse,” we recognize the autobiography of a woman who was, from early childhood, the chronic victim of disease. In “The Discourse” (omitted here because of its length and repetitiousness), she describes the life of one whose hope lay in her adjustment to pain. Drawing upon the imagery of spiritual autobiography, Anne Collins describes her youth as a wilderness, her soul as a withered flower. Only when she takes direction from her sorrow does her soul draw in the rain of grace. And that regenerating force is the recurrent theme of her writing, the sole enduring source of peace; the world offered only the appearance, the “counterfet” of satisfaction. Thus, as Anne Collins composes her devotional verses, she is impelled by four pious reasons. These are indicative, not only of how the author justifies her writing from a poetic point of view, but of how completely she has explained away all the claims of a world that had [iii] once tortured her with longing. First, all creatures had been ordained to praise God; this, in her songs and meditations, she attempts to do. Recognizing that her talents are few, she recalls that even the man with a single talent would be called to account. Third, she wishes that some kinsman out of interest in her writing might be encouraged to read the Scriptures. And last, she thinks of those who will never meet or know her; by reading the Divine Songs and Meditacions, they may look upon “the image of her mind,” and from that learn how God takes pity on even his most lowly servant.

The selections in this reprint have been made in the hope of fairly representing Anne Collins to the scholarly reader. Within the range of possibilities, an attempt was made to preserve the proportions in the original work among the various kinds of writing attempted by the author. Perhaps deletion of “The Discourse” defeated this purpose. But it was decided also that no individual poem would be cut. Thus, to have included the 102 stanzas of “The Discourse” would have required dropping several more songs and meditations.[7] The poem on the Civil War, like the paraphrase on the fifth chapter of Ecclesiastes, was eliminated because its subject matter was not thought representative of the work as a whole. The notes will direct the reader to parts of Anne Collins’ work which may be found in previous publications.

The Huntington copy of Divine Songs and Meditacions is a small octavo volume, measuring slightly larger than five by three inches. The pages have been cropped and the margins have worn away; thus, in some instances (pp. 50, 56, 68), text has been lost. The original volume is now sandwiched within protecting leaves of blank paper, and the entire volume is bound in thick, brown calf. The title page, once detached, has been backed and cemented to the second leaf, but this repair was made long before the blank leaves were inserted. The original volume is made up of 52 leaves; the first gathering consists of four, the remaining six of eight leaves. There are 102 pages of text.

This material is reproduced by permission of the Librarian of The Huntington Library.

Stanley Stewart University of California, Riverside

[iv]

NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION

[1]A. F. Griffith, Bibliotheca Anglo-Poetica (1815), p. 67. Griffith quotes the first two stanzas of “The Preface” as “detailing the cause of the poems being written.”
[2]Sir Egerton Brydges, ed., Restituta (1815), IV, xi. Brydges reprints passages from “The Preface,” “To the Reader,” “The Discourse,” “A Song declaring that a Christian may finde tru Love only where tru Grace is,” “A Song shewing the Mercies of God to his people...,” “Another Song exciting to spirituall Mirth,” “Another Song (II),” and “The Fifth Meditacion,” III, 123-127, 180-184.
[3]Catalogue of the Splendid, Curious, and Extensive Library of Sir Mark Masterman Sykes (1824), p. 39. Thorpe bought a very large percentage of the books in the Sykes collection.
[4]S. Austin Allibone, A Critical Dictionary of English Literature (1878), I, 411.
[5]I. A. Williams, “Bibliographical Notes and News,” London Mercury, IX (1924), 529.
[6]Her poem on the Civil War suggests that she was not in sympathy with the left wing of the Puritan movement.
[7]“The Discourse” relates Miss Collins’ interest in “Theologicall employments,” especially as these filled her once empty life. There are 29 stanzas treating of the nature of the Trinity and the Law. In ten more stanzas, she paraphrases each of the ten Commandments. The remaining 34 stanzas summarize the steps to salvation, and the joys of the Christian life. These theological verses follow the initial 26 stanzas, which are repetitious of “The Preface” in their autobiographical matter and pious observations. In addition to “The Discourse,” the following titles have not been reprinted here:
A Song demonstrating The vanities of Earthly things;
A Song manifesting The Saints eternall Happinesse;
A Song exciting to spirituall Alacrity;
A Song composed in time of Civill Warr, when the wicked did much insult over the godly;
The third Meditacion;
The fourth Meditacion;
The fifth Meditacion;
Verses on the twelvth Chapter of Ecclesiastes.


Divine
SONGS
and
MEDITACIONS

Composed
By
An Collins.

LONDON,
Printed by R. Bishop. Anno Dom. 1653


To the Reader

Christian Reader,

I inform you, that by divine Providence, I have been restrained from bodily employments, suting with my disposicion, which enforced me to a retired Course of life; Wherin it pleased God to give me such inlargednesse of mind, and activity of spirit, so that this seeming desolate condicion, proved to me most delightfull: To be breif, I became affected to Poetry, insomuch that I proceeded to practise the same; and though the helps I had therein were small, yet the thing it self appeared unto me so amiable, as that it enflamed my faculties, to put forth themselvs, in a practise so pleasing.

Now the furtherances I had herein, was what I could gather (by the benifit of hearing,) at first from prophane Histories; which gave not that satisfactory contentment, before mencioned; but it was the manifestacion of Divine Truth, or rather the Truth it self, that reduced my mind to a peacefull temper, and spirituall calmnesse, taking up my thoughts for Theologicall employments.

Witnesse hereof, this Discourse, Songs and Meditacions following; which I have set forth (as I trust) for the benifit, and comfort of others, Cheifly for those Christians who are of disconsolat Spirits, who may perceive herein, the Faithfullnesse Love, & Tender Compassionatnesse of God to his people, in that according to his gracious Promise, He doth not leave nor forsake them. Heb. 13.5. But causeth all things to work for theyr good. Rom. 8.28. This I doubt not, but most Saints in som measure, do experimentally know, therefore I will not seek by argument, to prove a thing so perspicuous. And now (Courteous Reader) I have delivered unto you, what I intended, onely it remains that I tell you, That with my Labours, you have my Prayers to God through Jesus Christ; whose I am, and in him,

Yours, in all Christian affection An Collins.

The Preface.

Being through weakness to the house confin’d,

My mentall powers seeming long to sleep,

were summond up, by want of wakeing mind,

Their wonted course of exercise to keep,

And not to waste themselves in slumber deep;

Though no work can bee so from error kept

But some against it boldly will except:

Yet sith it was my morning exercise

The fruit of intellectuals to vent,

In Songs or counterfets of Poesies,

And haveing therein found no small content,

To keep that course my thoughts are therfore bent,

And rather former workes to vindicate

Than any new conception to relate.

Our glorious God his creatures weaknesse sees,

And therefore deales with them accordingly,

Giveing the meanes of knowledg by degrees,

Vnfoulding more and more the Mystery,

And opening the Seales successively, Rev. 6.

So of his goodnesse gives forth demonstracions,

To his Elect in divers Dispensacions.

In legall wise hee did himself expresse

To be the only Lord Omnipotent

A just avenger of all wickednesse,

A jelous God in power emminent,

Which terror workes, and pale astonishment;

Sith plagues for sin are holden forth thereby,

But with no strength to crush inniquity.

Now with the Law the Gospell oft appeares,

But under vailes, perspicuous unto few

Who were as those which of good tydings heares,

Rejoyceing much at the report or show

Of that the Saints now by possessing know;

Oft spake the Prophets Evangelicall,

Whose words like kindly drops of rain did fall.

But when the plenerie of time was come

The springs of grace their plesant streams out deald

Felicitie did evidence on her some

Salvacion and the way thereto reveald,

Who wounded were in spirit, might be heald;

Here God declares the Beauties of his Face,

Great Love, rich Mercy, free Eternall Grace.

This time was when the Sonne of Righteousnesse

His Luster in the world began to spread,

Which more and more to his he doth expresse

In tearms so large that they that run may read,

And to himselfe he doth the weaker lead;

He to his bosum will his Lambs collect,

And gently those that feeble are direct. Isa. 40. 11

And so in them a life of grace instill

Whereby they shall be able to obay

All Gospell precepts suting with his will,

And that without regard of servill pay,

But with free hearts, where Christ alone doth sway

Causing the apprehensions of his love,

To gender love, which still doth active prove.

Where Christ thus ruleth, I suppose remaines

No heart that hankers after Novelties

Whose ground is but the Scum of frothy braines

Perhaps extracted from old Heresies,

New formd with Glosses to deceive the eyes

Of those who like to Children, do incline

To every new device that seemes to shine.

I am perswaded they that relish right,

The Dainties of Religion, Food divine,

Have therby such a permanent delight,

And of best Treasures, such a lasting mine,

As that their hearts to change do not incline,

I therfore think theyr tastes of Truth is ill,

Who Truths profession, quickly alter will.

I speak not this to manifest despight

To tru Religions growth or augmentacion,

Nor do I take offence of greater Light

Which brings probatum est, or commendacion

From Truth it selfe, having therto relacion,

But rather with the Saints I doe rejoyce,

When God appeares to his in Gospel-voyce.

Now touching that I hasten to expresse

Concerning these, the ofspring of my mind,

Who though they here appeare in homly dresse

And as they are my works, I do not find

But ranked with others, they may go behind,

Yet for theyr matter, I suppose they bee

Not worthlesse quite, whilst they with Truth agree.

Indeed I grant that sounder judgments may

(Directed by a greater Light) declare

The ground of Truth more in a Gospel-way,

But who time past with present will compare

Shall find more mysteries unfolded are,

So that they may who have right informacion

More plainly shew the path-way to Salvacion.

Yet this cannot prevayl to hinder me

From publishing those Truths I do intend,

As strong perfumes will not concealed be,

And who esteemes the favours of a Freind,

So little, as in silence let them end,

Nor will I therfore only keep in thought,

But tell what God still for my Soule hath wrought.

When Clouds of Melancholy over-cast

My heart, sustaining heavinesse therby,

But long that sad condicion would not last

For soon the Spring of Light would blessedly

Send forth a beam, for helps discovery,

Then dark discomforts would give place to joy,

Which not the World could give or quite destroy.

So sorrow serv’d but as springing raine

To ripen fruits, indowments of the minde,

VVho thereby did abillitie attaine

To send forth flowers, of so rare a kinde,

VVhich wither not by force of Sun or VVinde:

Retaining vertue in their operacions,

VVhich are the matter of those Meditacions.

From whence if evill matter be extracted

Tis only by a spider generacion,

Whose natures are of vennom so compacted,

As that their touch occasions depravacion

Though lighting in the fragrantest plantacion:

Let such conceale the evill hence they pluck

And not disgorg themselves of what they suck.

So shall they not the humble sort offend

Who like the Bee, by natures secret act

Convert to sweetnesse, fit for some good end

That which they from small things of worth extract,

Wisely supplying every place that lackt,

By helping to discover what was meant

Where they perceive there is a good intent.

So trusting that the only Sov’rain Power

Which in this work alwaies assisted mee,

Will still remain its firme defensive Tower,

From spite of enemies the same to free

And make it useful in some sort to bee,

That Rock I trust on whom I doe depend,

Will his and all their works for him defend.

A Song expressing their happinesse who have Communion with Christ.

When scorched with distracting care,

My minde finds out a shade

Which fruitlesse Trees, false fear, dispair

And melancoly made,

Where neither bird did sing

Nor fragrant flowers spring,

Nor any plant of use:

No sound of happynesse,

Had there at all ingresse,

Such comforts to produce,

But Sorrow there frequents,

The Nurce of Discontents,

And Murmering her Mayd

Whose harsh unpleasant noise

All mentall fruits destroyes

Whereby delight’s convayd.

Whereof my judgment being certifide

My mind from thence did move,

For her conception so to provide,

That it might not abortive prove,

VVhich fruit to signifie

It was conceaved by

Most true intelligence

Of this sweet truth divine

Who formed thee is thine, Esay. 54. 5

Whence sprang this inference;

He too, thats Lord of all

Will thee beloved call,

Though all else prove unkind;

Then chearfull may I sing

Sith I enjoy the Spring,

Though Sesterns dry I find.

For in our Vnion with the Lord alone,

Consists our happinesse.

Certainly such who are with Christ at one

He leaves not comfortlesse.

But come to them he will

Their Souls with joy to fill.

And them to Fortifie

Their works to undergo

And beare their Crosse also,

VVith much alacrity:

VVho his assisting grace

Do feelingly imbrace,

VVith confidence may say,

Through Christ that strengthens me

No thing so hard I see Phil. 4. 14

But what perform I may.

But when the Soul no help can see

Through sins interposicion,

Then quite forlorn that while is she,

Bewailling her condicion;

In which deplored case

Now such a Soul hath space,

To think how she delayd

Her Saviour to admit

Who shu’d to her for it,

And to this purpose sayd,

Open to me my Love,

My Sister, and my Dove, Can. 5

My Locks with dew wet are

Yet she remissive grew,

Till he himselfe with-drew

Before she was aware.

But tasting once how sweet he is,

And smelling his perfumes,

Long can she not his presence misse,

But griefe her strainth consumes:

For when he visits one

He cometh not alone,

But brings abundant grace

True Light, and Holynesse

And Spirit to expresse

Ones wants in every case;

For as he wisedome is,

So is he unto his

VVisedome and Purity, 1 Cor. 1.30

Which when he seemes to hide,

The soul missing her guide,

Must needs confused lie.

Then let them know, that would enjoy

The firme fruition,

Of his Sweet presence, he will stay

With single hearts alone,

Who but their former mate,

Doe quite exterminate:

With all things that defile

They that are Christs, truly,

The Flesh do Crucifie

With its affections vile Gal. 5.

Then grounds of truth are sought

New Principles are wrought

Of grace and holinesse,

Which plantings of the heart

Will spring in every part,

And so it selfe expresse.

Then shall the Soul like morning bright

Vnto her Lord appeare, Can. 6.10

And as the Moone when full of Light

So fayr is she and cleare,

With that inherent grace

Thats darted from the Face

Of Christ, that Sunne divine,

Which hath a purging power

Corruption to devour,

And Conscience to refine;

Perfection thus begun

As pure as the Sonne,

The Soul shall be likewise

With that great Blessednesse,

Imputed Righteoussenesse

Which freely Justifies.

They that are thus compleat with Grace

And know that they are so,

For Glory must set Sayle apace

Whilst wind doth fitly blow,

Now is the tide of Love,

Now doth the Angell move;

If that there be defect

That Soul which sin doth wound,

Here now is healing found,

If she no time neglect;

To whom shall be reveald

What erst hath been conceald,

When brought unto that Light,

Which in the Soul doth shine

When he thats most divine,

Declares his presence bright.

Then he will his beloved shew

The reason wherefore she

Is seated in a place so low,

Not from all troubles free;

And wherefore they do thrive

That wicked works contrive;

Christ telleth his also

For who as friends he takes

He of his Councell makes,

And they shall secrets know: Iohn 15.15

Such need not pine with cares

Seeing all things are theirs,

If they are Christs indeed; Cor. 3.21.

Therefore let such confesse

They are not comfortlesse,

Nor left in time of Need.

A Song shewing the Mercies of God to his people, by interlacing cordiall Comforts with fatherly Chastisments.

As in the time of Winter

The Earth doth fruitlesse and barren lie,

Till the Sun his course doth run

Through Aries, Taurus, Gemini;

Then he repayres what Cold did decay,

Drawing superfluous moistures away,

And by his luster, together with showers,

The Earth becoms fruitful & plesant with flowers

That what in winter seemed dead,

Thereby the Sun is life discovered.

So though that in the Winter

Of sharp Afflictions, fruits seem to dy,

And for that space, the life of Grace

Remayneth in the Root only;

Yet when the Son of Righteousnesse clear

Shall make Summer with us, our spirits to chear,

Warming our hearts with the sense of his favour,

Then must our flowers of piety savour,

And then the fruits of righteousnesse

We to the glory of God must expresse.

And as when Night is parted;

The Sun ascending our Hemisphear,

Ill fumes devouers, and opes the powers

Which in our bodies are, and there

He drawes out the spirits of moving and sence

As from the center, to the circumference;

So that the exterior parts are delighted,

And unto mocion and action excited,

And hence it is that with more delight

We undergo labor by day then by night.

So though a Night of Sorrows

May stay proceedings in piety

Yet shall our light like morning bright

Arise out of obscurity,

Then when the Sun that never declines

Shall open the faculties of our mindes,

Stirring up in them that spirituall mocion

Whereby we make towards God with devocion

When kindled by his influence

Our Sacrifice is as pleasing incense.

Now when we feel Gods favour

And the communion with him we have,

Alone we may admit of joy

As having found what most we crave,

Store must we gather while such gleams do last

Against our tryalls sharp winterly blasts

So dispairacion shall swallow us never,

Who know where God once loves, there he loves ever

Though sence of it oft wanting is

Yet still Gods mercies continue with his.

So soon as we discover

Our souls benummed in such a case,

We may not stay, without delay

We must approach the Throne of Grace,

First taking words to our selves to declare

How dead to goodnesse by nature we are,

Then seeking by him who for us did merit

To be enliv’d by his quickening Spirit,

Whose flame doth light our spark of Grace,

Whereby we may behold his pleased face.

From whence come beams of comfort,

The chiefest matter of tru Content,

Who tast and see, how sweet they be,

Perceive they are most excellent,

Being a glimce of his presence so bright,

Who dwelleth in unapproachable light:

Whoso hath happily this mercy attayned,

Earnest of blessednesse endlesse hath gayned,

Where happinesse doth not decay

There Spring is eternall, and endlesse is day.

A Song declaring that a Christian may finde tru Love only where tru Grace is.

No Knot of Friendship long can hold

Save that which Grace hath ty’d,

For other causes prove but cold

VVhen their effects are try’d;

For God who loveth unity

Doth cause the onely union,

Which makes them of one Family

Of one mind and communion.

Commocions will be in that place,

VVhere are such contraries,

As is inniquity and grace,

The greatest enimies,

Whom sin doth rule shee doth command

To hold stiff opposicion

Gainst grace and all the faithfull band

Which are in her tuision.

This is the cause of home debates,

And much domestick woes,

That one may find his houshold mates

To be his greatest foes,

That with the Wolfe the Lamb may ’bide

As free from molestacion,

As Saints with sinners, who reside

In the same habitacion.

By reason of the Enmity

Between the womans Seed

And mans infernall enimy,

The Serpent and his breed,

The link of consanguinity

Could hold true friendship never,

Neither hath neare affinity

United freinds for ever.

For scoffing Ishmael will scorn

His onely true born brother:

Rebeckahs sonns together born

Contend with one another,

No bond of nature is so strong

To cause their hearts to tarry

In unity, who do belong

To masters so contrary.

The wicked ordinarily

Gods dearest children hate,

And therfore seek (though groundlesly)

Their credits to abate,

And though their words and works do show

No colour of offences

Yet are their hearts most (they trow)

For all their good pretences.

And those that strongest grace attain,

Whereby sin is vanquished,

By Sathan and his cursed train

Are most contraried;

Because by such the Serpent feeles,

His head to be most bruised,

He turnes and catches at their heeles,

By whom he is so used.

His agents he doth instigate,

To vex, oppose, and fret,

To slander and calumniate,

Those that have scap’t his net,

Who servants are so diligent,

That like to Kain their father

They whose works are most excellent

They mischiefe will the rather.

Yet there are of the gracelesse crew

Who for some private ends

Have sided with prefessors tru

As trusty pious friends,

But to the times of worldly peace

Their friendship was confined.

Which when some crosses caus’d to cease

The thred of league untwined.

Such friends unto the Swallow may

Be fitly likened,

Who all the plesant Summer stay

But are in Winter fled:

They cannot ’bide their freind to see,

In any kind of trouble,

So pittyfull (forsooth) they bee

That have the art to double.

Such will be any thing for one

Who hath of nothing need,

Their freindship stands in word alone,

And none at all in deed,

How open mouth’d so e’re they are,

They bee as closely handed,

Who will (they know) their service spare,

They’re his to be commanded.

Therefore let no true hearted one

Reliefe at need expect,

From opposits to vertue known,

Who can him not afect:

For his internall ornaments,

Will ever lovely make him

Though all things pleasing outward sence

Should utterly forsake him.

In choise of Freinds let such therefore

Prefer the godly wise,

To whom he may impart the store

That in his bosome lies:

And let him not perniciously

Communicate his favours,

To all alike indifferently,

Which shewes a mind that wavers.

Gods children to each other should

Most open hearted bee;

Who by the same precepts are rul’d,

And in one Faith agree,

VVho shall in true felicity,

Where nothing shall offend them

Together dwell eternally,

To which I do commend them.

Another Song exciting to spirituall Mirth.

The Winter being over

In order comes the Spring,

Which doth green Hearbs discover

And cause the Birds to sing;

The Night also expired,

Then comes the Morning bright,

Which is so much desired

By all that love the Light;

This may learn

Them that mourn

To put their Griefe to flight.

The Spring succeedeth Winter,

And Day must follow Night.

He therefore that sustaineth

Affliction or Distresse,

Which ev’ry member paineth,

And findeth no relesse;

Let such therefore despaire not,

But on firm Hope depend

Whose Griefes immortall are not,

And therefore must have end:

They that faint

With complaint

Therefore are too blame,

They ad to their afflictions,

And amplify the same.

For if they could with patience

A while posesse the minde,

By inward Consolacions

They might refreshing finde,

To sweeten all their Crosses

That little time they ’dure;

So might they gain by losses,

And harp would sweet procure;

But if the minde

Be inclinde

To Vnquietnesse

That only may be called

The worst of all Distresse.

He that is melancolly

Detesting all Delight,

His Wits by sottish Folly

Are ruinated quite;

Sad Discontent and Murmors

To him are insident,

Were he posest of Honors,

He could not be content:

Sparks of joy

Fly away,

Floods of Cares arise,

And all delightfull Mocions

In the conception dies.

But those that are contented

However things doe fall,

Much Anguish is prevented,

And they soon freed from all;

They finish all their Labours

With much felicity,

Theyr joy in Troubles savours

Of perfect Piety,

Chearfulnesse

Doth expresse

A setled pious minde

Which is not prone to grudging

From murmoring refinde.

Lascivious joy I prayse not,

Neither do it allow,

For where the same decayes not

No branch of peace can grow;

For why, it is sinister

As is excessive Griefe,

And doth the Heart sequester

From all good: to be briefe,

Vain Delight

Passeth quite

The bounds of modesty,

And makes one apt to nothing

But sensuality.

This song sheweth that God is the strength of his people, whence they have support and comfort.

My straying thoughts, reduced stay,

And so a while retired,

Such observacions to survay

VVhich memory hath registred,

That were not in oblivion dead.

In which reveiw of mentall store,

One note affordeth comforts best,

Cheifly to be preferd therfore,

As in a Cabinet or Chest

One jewell may exceed the rest.

God is the Rock of his Elect

In whom his grace is incoate,

This note, my soule did most affect,

It doth such power intimate

To comfort and corroberate.

God is a Rock first in respect

He shadows his from hurtfull heat,

Then in regard he doth protect

His servants still from dangers great

And so their enimies defeat.

In some dry desart Lands (they say)

Are mighty Rocks, which shadow make,

Where passengers that go that way,

May rest, and so refreshing take,

Their sweltish Wearinesse to slake.

So in this world such violent

Occasions, find we still to mourn.

That scorching heat of Discontent

VVould all into combustion turn

And soon our soules with anguish burn,

Did not our Rock preserve us still,

Whose Spirit, ours animates,

That wind that bloweth where it will Iohn 3.8

Sweetly our soules refrigerates,

And so distructive heat abates.

From this our Rock proceeds likewise,

Those living streames, which graciously

Releives the soule which scorched lies,

Through sence of Gods displeasure high,

Due to her for inniquity.

So this our Rock refreshing yeelds,

To those that unto him adhere,

Whom likewise mightily he sheilds,

So that they need not faint nor fear

Though all the world against them were.

Because he is their strength and tower,

Whose power none can equalize.

VVhich onely gives the use of power

Which justly he to them denies,

Who would against his servants rise.

Not by selfe power nor by might,

But by Gods spirit certainly, Zach. 4.

Men compasse and attain their right,

For what art thou, O mountain high!

Thou shalt with valleys, evenly.

Happy was Israell, and why,

Jehovah was his Rock alone, Deu. 33.29

The Sword of his Excellency,

His sheild of Glory mighty known,

In saving those that are his own.

Experience of all age shewes,

That such could never be dismayd

Who did by Faith on God repose,

Confessing him their onely ayd,

Such were alone in safty stayd.

One may have freinds, who have a will

To further his felicity,

And yet be wanting to him still,

Because of imbecility,

In power and ability.

But whom the Lord is pleas’d to save,

Such he is able to defend,

His grace and might no limmits have,

And therefore can to all extend

Who doe or shall on him depend.

Nor stands he therefore surely,

Whose Freinds most powerfull appeare,

Because of mutabillity

To which all mortalls subject are,

Whose favours run now here, now there.

But in our Rock and mighty Fort,

Of change no shadow doth remain,

His favours he doth not Transport

As trifles movable and vain,

His Love alone is lasting gain.

Therefore my soule do thou depend,

upon that Rock which will not move,

When all created help shall end

Thy Rock impregnable will prove,

Whom still embrace with ardent Love.

Another Song.

The Winter of my infancy being over-past

Then supposed, suddenly the Spring would hast

Which useth every thing to cheare

With invitation to recreacion

This time of yeare.

The Sun sends forth his radient beames to warm the ground

The drops distil, between the gleams delights abound,

Vèr brings her mate the flowery Queen,

The Groves shee dresses, her Art expresses

On every Green.

But in my Spring it was not so, but contrary,

For no delightfull flowers grew to please the eye,

No hopefull bud, nor fruitfull bough,

No moderat showers which causeth flowers

To spring and grow.

My Aprill was exceeding dry, therfore unkind;

Whence tis that small utility I look to find,

For when that Aprill is so dry,

(As hath been spoken) it doth betoken

Much scarcity.

Thus is my Spring now almost past in heavinesse

The Sky of pleasure’s over-cast with sad distresse

For by a comfortlesse Eclips,

Disconsolacion and sore vexacion,

My blossom nips.

Yet as a garden is my mind enclosed fast

Being to safety so confind from storm and blast

Apt to produce a fruit most rare,

That is not common with every woman

That fruitfull are.

A Love of goodnesse is the cheifest plant therin

The second is, (for to be briefe) Dislike to sin.

These grow in spight of misery,

Which Grace doth nourish and cause to flourish

Continually.

But evill mocions, currupt seeds, fall here also

whenc springs prophanesse as do weeds where flowers grow

VVhich must supplanted be with speed

These weeds of Error, Distrust and Terror,

Lest woe succeed

So shall they not molest, the plants before exprest

Which countervails these outward wants, & purchase rest

Which more commodious is for me

Then outward pleasures or earthly treasures

Enjoyd would be.

My little Hopes of worldly Gain I fret not at,

As yet I do this Hope retain; though Spring be lat

Perhaps my Sommer-age may be,

Not prejudiciall, but benificiall

Enough for me.

Admit the worst it be not so, but stormy too,

He learn my selfe to undergo more then I doe

And still content my self with this

Sweet Meditacion and Contemplacion

Of heavenly blis,

VVhich for the Saints reserved is, who persevere

In Piety and Holynesse, and godly Feare,

The pleasures of which blis divine

Neither Logician nor Rhetorician

Another Song.

Having restrained Discontent,

The onely Foe to Health and Witt,

I sought by all meanes to prevent

The causes which did nourish it,

Knowing that they who are judicious

Have alwaies held it most pernicious.

Looking to outward things, I found

Not that which Sorrow might abate,

But rather cause them to abound

Then any Greife to mittigate

Which made me seek by supplicacion

Internall Peace and Consolacion

Calling to mind their wretchednesse

That seem to be in happy case

Having externall happinesse

But therewithall no inward grace;

Nor are their minds with knowledg pollisht

In such all vertues are abollisht

For where the mind ’s obscure and dark

There is no vertu resident,

Of goodnesse there remaines no spark;

Distrustfullnesse doth there frequent

For Ignorance the cause of error

May also be the cause of terror

As doth the Sun-beames beutify

The Sky, which else doth dim appeare

So Knowledg doth exquisitly

The Mind adorn, delight and cleare

Which otherwise is most obscure,

Full of enormities impure.

So that their Soules polluted are

That live in blockish Ignorance.

Which doth their miseries declare

And argues plainly that their wants

More hurtfull are then outward Crosses

Infirmities, Reproach, or Losses.

Where saving Knowledg doth abide,

The peace of Conscience also dwels

And many Vertues more beside

Which all obsurdities expels,

And fils the Soule with joy Celestiall

That shee regards not things Terrestiall.

Sith then the Graces of the Mind

Exceeds all outward Happinesse,

What sweet Contentment do they find

Who are admitted to possesse

Such matchlesse Pearles, so may we call them;

For Precious is the least of all them.

VVhich when I well considered

My greife for outward crosses ceast,

Being not much discouraged

Although afflictions still encreast,

Knowing right well that Tribulacion

No token is of Reprobacion.

Another Song.

Excessive worldy Greife the Soule devouers

And spoyles the activnesse of all the Powers,

Through indisposing them to exercise

What should demonstrate their abilities,

By practicall improvment of the same

Unto the Glory of the givers name.

Though Envy wait to blast the Blossoms green

Of any Vertu soon as they are seen,

Yet none may therfore just occasion take

To shun what Vertu manifest should make,

For like the Sun shall Vertu be beheld

VVhen Clouds of Envy shall be quite dispeld;

Though there be some of no disart at all

Who no degree in worth can lower fall,

Prefer’d before the Verteous whom they taunt

Onely because of some apparent want,

Which is as if a Weed without defect

Before the Damask Rose should have respect,

Because the Rose a leafe or two hath lost,

And this the Weed of all his parts can boast;

Or elce as if a monstrous Clout should be

Prefer’d before the purest Lawn to see,

Because the Lawn hath spots and this the Clout

Is equally polluted thoroughout

Therefore let such whose vertu favours merits,

Shew their divinly magnanimious spirits

By disregarding such their approbacion

Who have the worthlesse most in estimacion,

For who loves God above all things, not one

Who understands not that in him alone

All causes that may move affection are,

Glimpses wherof his creatures doe declare,

This being so, who can be troubled

When as his gifts are undervalued,

Seeing the giver of all things likewise

For want of knowledg many underprise.

Another Song

Time past we understood by story

The strength of Sin a Land to waste,

Now God to manifest his Glory.

The truth hereof did let us taste,

For many years, this Land appears

Of usefull things the Nursery,

Refresht and fenc’d with unity.

But that which crown’d each other Blessing

Was evidence of Truth Divine,

The Word of Grace such Light expressing,

Which in some prudent Hearts did shine,

Whose Flame inclines those noble minds

To stop the Course of Prophanacion

And so make way for Reformation.

But He that watcheth to devour,

This their intent did soon discry,

For which he strait improves his power

This worthy work to nullify

With Sophistry and Tiranny,

His agents he forthwith did fill

Who gladly execute his will.

And first they prove by Elocution

And Hellish Logick to traduce

Those that would put in execucion,

Restraint of every known abuse;

They seperate and ’sturb the State,

And would all Order overthrow,

The better sort were charged so.

Such false Reports did fill all places,

Corrupting some of each degree,

He whom the highest Title graces

From hearing slanders was not free,

Which Scruple bred, and put the Head

With primest members so at bate

Which did the Body dislocate.

A Lying Spirit mis-informed

The common peeple, who suppose

If things went on to be reformed

They should their ancient Customs lose,

And be beside to courses ty’d

Which they not yet their Fathers knew,

And so be wrapt in fangles new.

Great multitudes therefore were joyned

To Sathans plyant instruments,

With mallice, ignorance combined,

And both at Truth their fury vents;

First Piety as Enimy

They persecute, oppose, revile,

Then Freind as well as Foe they spoyle.

The beuty of the Land’s abollisht,

Such Fabericks by Art contriv’d,

The many of them quite demollisht,

And many of their homes depriv’d

Some mourn for freinds untimely ends,

And some for necessaries faint,

With which they parted by constraint.

But from those storms hath God preserved

A people to record his praise,

Who sith they were therefore reserved

Must to the heigth their Spirits raise

To magnify his lenity

Who safely brought them through the fire

To let them see their hearts desire

Which many faithfull ones deceased

With teares desired to behold,

Which is the Light of Truth professed

Without obscuring shaddowes old,

When spirits free, not tyed shall be

To frozen Forms long since compos’d,

When lesser knowledg was disclos’d.

VVho are preserv’d from foes outragious,

Noteing the Lords unfound-out wayes,

Should strive to leave to after-ages

Some memorandums of his praise;

That others may admiring say

Unsearchable his judgments are,

As do his works alwayes declare.

Meditacions

The first Meditacion.

The Morning is at hand, my Soule awake,

Rise from the sleep of dull security;

Now is the time, anon ’twill be to late,

Now hast thou golden opportunity

For to behold thy naturall estate

And to repent and be regenerate.

Delay no longer though the Flesh thee tell,

Tis time enough hereafter to repent,

Strive earnestly such mocions to expell,

Remember this thy courage to augment

The first fruits God requir’d for sacrifice,

The later he esteemed of no price.

First let’s behold our natural estate

How dangerous and damnable it is,

And thereupon grow to exceeding hate

With that which is the onely cause of this;

The which is Sin, yea Disobedience

Even that which was our first parents offence.

The reasonable Soule undoubtedly

Created was at first free from offence,

In Wisdom, Holinesse, and Purity,

It did resemble the Divine Essence,

Which being lost, the Soule of man became

Like to the Serpent, causer of the same.

The Understanding, Will, Affections cleare,

Each part of Soule and Body instantly

Losing their purity, corrupted were

Throughout as by a loathsom Leprocy

The rayes of Vertu were extinguisht quite

And Vice usurpeth rule with force and might.

This sudden change from sanctitude to sin

Could but prognosticat a fearfull end,

Immediatly the dollour did begin,

The Curse that was pronounc’d, none might defend,

Which Curse is in this life a part of some,

The fulnesse thereof in the life to come.

The Curse that to the Body common is

The sence of Hunger, Thirst, of Sicknes, Pain:

The Soules Calamities exceedeth this,

A Tast of Hell shee often doth sustain,

Rebukes of Conscience, threatning plagues for sin,

A world of Torments oft shee hath within.

Unlesse the Conscience dead and feared be,

Then runs the soule in errors manifold,

Her danger deep shee can in no wise see,

And therefore unto every sin is bold,

The Conscience sleeps, the Soule is dead in sin,

Nere thinks of Hell untill shee comes therein.

Thus is the Conscience of the Reprobate,

Either accusing unto desperacion,

Or elce benummed, cannot instigate

Nor put the Soule in mind of reformacion;

Both work for ill unto the castaway,

Though here they spent their time in mirth and play.

Yet can they have no sound contentment here,

In midst of laughter oft the heart is sad:

This world is full of woe & hellish feare

And yeelds forth nothing long to make us glad

As they that in the state of nature dy

Passe but from misery to misery.

Consider this my soule, yet not despaire,

To comfort thee again let this suffice,

There is a Well of grace, whereto repaire,

First wash away thy foul enormities

With teares proceeding from a contrite heart,

With thy beloved sins thou must depart.

Inordinate affections, and thy Will,

And carnall wisdom, must thou mortify,

For why, they are corrupt, prophane and ill,

And prone to nothing but impiety,

Yet shalt thou not their nature quite deface,

Their ruines must renewed be by grace.

If that thou canst unfainedly repent,

With hatred therunto thy sins confesse,

And not because thou fearest punishment

But that therby thou didst Gods Laws transgress

Resolving henceforth to be circumspect,

Desiring God to frame thy wayes direct.

Each member of thy body thou dost guide,

Then exercise them in Gods service most

Let every part be throughly sanctifide

As a meet Temple for the Holy Ghost;

Sin must not in our mortall bodies raign

It must expelled be although with pain

Thou must not willingly one sin detain,

For so thou mayst debarred be of blis,

Grace with inniquity will not remain,

Twixt Christ and Belial no communion is,

Therefore be carefull every sin to fly,

And see thou persevere in piety.

So mayst thou be perswaded certainly,

The Curse shall in no wise endanger thee,

Although the body suffer misery

Yet from the second death thou shalt be free;

They that are called here to Holinesse

Are sure elected to eternall blisse.

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.

They that are godly and regenerate,

Endu’d with saving Knowledg, Faith, and Love,

When they a future blisse premeditate,

It doth all bitter passion quite remove;

Though oft they feel the want of outward things

Their heavenly meditacions, comfort brings.

They never can be quite disconsolate,

Because they have the onely Comforter

Which doth their minds alway illuminate,

And make them fleshy pleasures much abhorr,

For by their inward light they plainly see

How vain all transitory pleasures bee.

Moreover, if they be not only voyd

Of earthly pleasures and commodities,

But oftentimes be greviously annoyd

With sundry kinds of great Calammities,

Whether it be in Body, Goods, or Name,

With pacience they undergo the same.

And why? because they know and be aware

That all things work together for the best,

To them that love the Lord and called are, Ro. 8.28.

According to his purpose; therefore blest

Doubtlesse they be, his knowledg that obtain,

No Losse may countervail their blessed Gain.

Which makes them neither murmor nor repine

When God is pleasd with Crosses them to try,

who out of darknesse caused light to shine, 2 Cor. 4.6.

Can raise them Comfort out of Misery

They know right well and therefore are content

To beare with patience any Chastisment.

This difference is betwixt the good and bad;

When as for sin the godly scourged are,

And godly Sorrow moves them to be sad,

These speeches or the like they will declare:

O will the Lord absent himselfe for ever?

Will he vouchsafe his mercy to me never?

VVhat is the cause I am afflicted so?

The cause is evident I do perceive.

My Sins have drawn upon me all this woe,

The which I must confesse and also leave,

Then shall I mercy find undoubtedly, Pro. 28.13.

And otherwise no true prosperity.

Whilst sin hath rule in me, in vain I pray,

Or if my Soule inniquity affects,

If this be true, at tis, I boldly say,

The prayer of the wicked, God rejects; Pro. 15.8.

If in my heart I wickednesse regard

How can I hope my prayer shall be heard. Psal. 66

If I repent, here may I Comfort gather,

Though in my prayers there be weaknesse much

Christ siteth at the right hand of his Father

To intercede and make make request for such, Rom. 8.33

Who have attained to sincerity,

Though somthing hindered by infirmity.

I will forthwith abandon and repent,

Not onely palpable inniquities,

But also all alowance or consent

To sinful motions or infirmities;

And when my heart and wayes reformed be,

God will with-hold nothing that’s good from me. Psal. 84.

So may I with the Psalmist truly say,

Tis good for me that I have been afflicted,

Before I troubled was, I went astray, Psal. 119

But now to godlinesse I am adicted;

If in Gods Lawes I had not took delight,

I in my troubles should have perisht quite.

Such gracious speeches usually proceed

From such a Spirit that is Sanctifide,

Who strives to know his own defects and need

And also seekes to have his wants supplide;

But certainly the wicked do not so

As do their speeches and distempers show.

At every crosse they murmor, vex and fret,

And in their passion often will they say,

How am I with Calamities beset!

I think they will mee utterly destray,

The cause hereof I can in no wise know

But that the Destinies will have it so.

Unfortunate am I and quite forlorn,

Oh what disastrous Chance befalleth me!

Vnder some hurtfull Plannet I was born

That will (I think) my Confusion be,

And there are many wickeder then I

Who never knew the like adversity.

These words do breifly show a carnall mind

Polluted and corrupt with Ignorance,

Where godly Wisdom never yet hath shin’d

For that they talk of Destiny or Chance;

For if Gods Power never can abate,

He can dispose of that he did create.

If God alone the True Almighty be

As we beleive, acknowledg, and confesse,

Then supream Governor likewise is he

Disposing all things, be they more or lesse;

The eyes of God in every place do see

The good and bad, and what their actions bee.

The thought hereof sufficeth to abate

My heavinesse in great’st extremity,

When Grace unto my Soul did intimate

That nothing comes by Chance or Destiny,

But that my God and Saviour knowes of all

That either hath or shall to me befall.

VVho can his servants from all troubles free

And would I know my Crosses all prevent,

But that he knowes them to be good for me

Therefore I am resolv’d to be content,

For though I meet with many Contradictions

Yet Grace doth alwayes sweeten my Afflictions.

PUBLICATIONS OF THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY

PUBLICATIONS IN PRINT

1947-1948

12. Essays on the Stage, selected, with an Introduction by Joseph Wood Krutch.

1948-1949

13. Sir John Falstaff (pseud.), The Theatre (1720).
14. Edward Moore’s The Gamester (1753).
15. John Oldmixon’s Reflections on Dr. Swift’s Letter to Harley (1712); and Arthur Mainwaring’s The British Academy (1712).
16. Nevil Payne’s Fatal Jealousy (1673).
17. Nicholas Rowe’s Some Account of the Life of Mr. William Shakespeare (1709).
18. “Of Genius,” in The Occasional Paper, Vol. III, No. 10 (1719); and Aaron Hill’s Preface to The Creation (1720).

1949-1950

19. Susanna Centlivre’s The Busie Body (1709).
20. Lewis Theobold’s Preface to The Works of Shakespeare (1734).
22. Samuel Johnson’s The Vanity of Human Wishes (1749) and Two Rambler papers (1750).
23. John Dryden’s His Majesties Declaration Defended (1681).

1950-1951

26. Charles Macklin’s The Man of the World (1792).

1951-1952

31. Thomas Gray’s An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard (1751); and The Eton College Manuscript.

1952-1953

41. Bernard Mandeville’s A Letter to Dion (1732).

1953-1954

43. John Baillie’s An Essay on the Sublime (1747).
44. Mathias Casimire Sarbiewski’s The Odes of Casimire, Translated by G. Hils (1646).
45. John Robert Scott’s Dissertation on the Progress of the Fine Arts.
46. Selections from Seventeenth-Century Songbooks.

1954-1955

49. Two St. Cecilia’s Day Sermons (1696-1697).
50. Hervey Aston’s A Sermon Before the Sons of the Clergy (1745).
51. Lewis Maidwell’s An Essay upon the Necessity and Excellency of Education (1705).
52. Pappity Stampoy’s A Collection of Scotch Proverbs (1663).
53. Urian Oakes’ The Soveraign Efficacy of Divine Providence (1682).
54. Mary Davys’ Familiar Letters Betwixt a Gentleman and a Lady (1725).

1955-1956

55. Samuel Say’s An Essay on the Harmony, Variety, and Power of Numbers (1745).
56. Theologia Ruris, sive Schola & Scala Naturae (1686).

1956-1957

61. Elizabeth Elstob’s An Apology for the Study of Northern Antiquities (1715).
62. Two Funeral Sermons (1635).

1958-1959

74. Seventeenth-Century Tales of the Supernatural.
75. John Joyne, A Journal (1679).
76. André Dacier, Preface to Aristotle’s Art of Poetry (1705).
77-8. David Hartley, Various Conjectures on the Perception, Motion, and Generation of Ideas (1746).

1959-1960

79. William Herbert, Third Earl of Pembroke’s Poems (1660).
80. [P. Whalley’s] An Essay on the Manner of Writing History (1746).
82. Henry Fuseli’s Remarks on the Writings and Conduct of J. J. Rousseau (1767).
83. Sawney and Colley (1742) and other Pope Pamphlets.
84. Richard Savage’s An Author to be Lett (1729).

1960-1961

85-6. Essays on the Theatre from Eighteenth-Century Periodicals.
87. Daniel Defoe, Of Captain Misson and his Crew (1728).
88. Samuel Butler, Poems.
89. Henry Fielding, Ovid’s Art of Love (1760).
90. Henry Needler, Works (1728).

William Andrews Clark Memorial Library: University of California
The Augustan Reprint Society

General Editors

R. C. Boys

University of Michigan

Ralph Cohen

University of California, Los Angeles

Vinton A. Dearing

University of California, Los Angeles

Lawrence Clark Powell

Wm. Andrews Clark Memorial Library

Corresponding Secretary

Mrs. Edna C. Davis

Wm. Andrews Clark Memorial Library

The Society’s purpose is to publish reprints (usually facsimile reproductions) of rare seventeenth and eighteenth century works. All income of the Society is devoted to defraying costs of publication and mailing.

Correspondence concerning subscriptions in the United States and Canada should be addressed to the William Andrews Clark Memorial Library, 2205 West Adams Boulevard, Los Angeles 18, California. Correspondence concerning editorial matters may be addressed to any of the general editors. The membership fee is $4.00 a year for subscribers in the United States and Canada and 15/- for subscribers in Great Britain and Europe. British and European subscribers should address B.H. Blackwell, Broad Street, Oxford, England.

Publications for 1961-1962

John Gay, Alexander Pope, and John Arbuthnot, Three Hours After Marriage (1717). Introduction by John Harrington Smith. [double issue]
John Norris, Cursory Reflections Upon a Book Call’d, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding (1690). Introduction by Gilbert D. McEwen.
An. Collins, Divine Songs and Meditacions (1653). Introduction by Stanley Stewart.
An Essay on the New Species of Writing Founded by Mr. Fielding (1751). Introduction by Alan D. McKillop.
Hanoverian Ballads. Selected, with an Introduction, by John J. McAleer.

THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY
WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY
2205 West Adams Boulevard, Los Angeles 18, California

Make check or money order payable to The Regents of the University of California.

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