THE FAVOUR.

O THY bright looks! thy glance of love
Shown, and but shown, me from above!
Rare looks that can dispense such joy
As without wooing wins the coy,
And makes him mourn, and pine, and dye,
Like a starv'd eaglet, for thine eye.

Some kinde herbs here, though low and far,
Watch for and know their loving star.

O let no star compare with thee !
Nor any herb out-duty me!

So shall my nights and mornings be
Thy time to shine, and mine to see

THE GARLAND.

THOU who dost flow and flourish here below, To whom a falling star and nine dayes' glory, Or some frail beauty makes the bravest shew, Hark, and make use of this ensuing story:

When first my youthfull, sinfull age
Grew master of my wayes,

Appointing errour for my page,

And darknesse for my dayes;

I flung away, and with full crie
Of wild affections, rid

In post for pleasures, bent to trie
All gamesters that would bid.
I played with fire, did counsell spurn,
Made life my common stake;

But never thought that fire would burn,
Or that a soul could ake.
Glorious deceptions, gilded mists,

False joyes, phantastick flights,
Peeces of sackcloth with silk lists,
These were my prime delights.

I sought choice bowres, haunted the spring,
Cull'd flowres and made me posies ;
Gave my fond humours their full wing,
And crown'd my head with roses.

But at the height of this careire
I met with a dead man,
Who, noting well my vain abear,
Thus unto me began :
"Desist, fond fool, be not undone,

What thou hast cut to-day
Will fade at night, and with this sun
Quite vanish and decay."

Flowres gather'd in this world, die here: if thou Wouldst have a wreath that fades not, let them grow, And grow for thee.. Who spares them here, shall find A garland, where comes neither rain nor wind.

LOVE-SICK.

JESUS, my life! how shall I truly love thee?
O that thy Spirit would so strongly move me;
That thou wert pleased to shed thy grace so farr
As to make man all pure love, flesh a star!
A star that would ne'r set, but ever rise,
So rise and run, as to out-run these skies,
These narrow skies (narrow to me) that barre,
So barre me in, that I am still at warre,

At constant warre, with them. O come and rend,
Or bow the heavens! Lord, bow them and descend,
And at thy presence make these mountains flow,
These mountains of cold ice in me!

Refining fire, O then refine my heart,

Thou art

My foul, foul heart! Thou art immortall heat;
Heat motion gives; then warm it, till it beat,
So beat for thee, till thou in mercy hear,

So hear that thou must open; open to

A sinfull wretch, a wretch that caused thy woe; Thy woe, who caus'd his weal; so far his weal That thou forgott'st thine own, for thou didst seal Mine with thy blood, thy blood which makes thee

mine,

Mine ever, ever; and me ever thine.

TRINITY-SUNDAY.

O HOLY, blessed, glorious Three,
Eternall witnesses that be

In heaven, One God in Trinitie !

As here on earth, when men with-stood,
The Spirit, Water, and the Blood

Made

my

Lord's incarnation good;

So let the anty-types in me

Elected, bought, and seal'd for free,
Be own'd, sav'd, sainted by you Three!

PSALME CIV.

UP, O my soul, and blesse the Lord! O God, My God, how great, how very great art thou! Honour and majesty have their abode

With thee, and crown thy brow.

Thou cloath'st thyself with light, as with a robe, And the high, glorious heav'ns thy mighty hand Doth spread like curtains round about this globe Of air, and sea, and land.

The beams of thy bright chambers thou dost lay In the deep waters, which no eye can find;

The clouds thy chariots are, and thy path-way
The wings of the swift wind.

In thy celestiall, gladsome messages
Dispatch'd to holy souls, sick with desire
And love of thee, each willing angel is
Thy minister in fire.

Thy arm unmoveable for ever laid

And founded the firm earth; then with the

deep,

As with a vail, thou hidst it; thy floods plaid
Above the mountains steep.

At thy rebuke they fled; at the known voice
Of their Lord's thunder, they retir'd apace:
Some up the mountains past by secret ways,
Some downwards to their place.

For thou to them a bound hast set; a bound, Which, though but sand, keeps in and curbs whole seas:

There all their fury, foame, and hideous sound,
Must languish and decrease.

And as thy care bounds these, so thy rich love Doth broach the earth; and lesser brooks lets

forth,

Which run from hills to valleys, and improve

Their pleasure and their worth.