THE FAVOUR. O THY bright looks! thy glance of love Some kinde herbs here, though low and far, O let no star compare with thee ! So shall my nights and mornings be 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 Appointing errour for my page, And darknesse for my dayes; I flung away, and with full crie In post for pleasures, bent to trie But never thought that fire would burn, False joyes, phantastick flights, I sought choice bowres, haunted the spring, But at the height of this careire What thou hast cut to-day 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? At constant warre, with them. O come and rend, Refining fire, O then refine my heart, Thou art My foul, foul heart! Thou art immortall heat; 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, In heaven, One God in Trinitie ! As here on earth, when men with-stood, Made my Lord's incarnation good; So let the anty-types in me Elected, bought, and seal'd for free, 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 In thy celestiall, gladsome messages 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 At thy rebuke they fled; at the known voice 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, 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. |