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Neither his bloudy passions mind,
PEACE, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou
A speechlesse heap, and in the midst my heart,
Lyes tame as all the rest;
When six years thence digg'd up, some youthfull eie
But, finding none, shall leave thee to the wind,
Scatt'ring thy kind
And humble dust, tell then, dear flesh,
As he that in the midst of day expects
Sleeps not, but, shaking off sloth and neglects,
Paying the day its debts;
repose and darkness bound, he might Rest from the fears i'th' night;
The Puritans abolished the celebration of Christmas.
So should we too. All things teach us to die,
And mind it not; play not away
View thy forerunners. Creatures, giv'n to be
Take their leave, and die; birds, beasts, each tree,
O then play not! but strive to Him who can
Turning their mists to beams, their damps to day;
As to make clay
A spirit, and true glory dwell
In dust and stones.
Heark, how he doth invite thee! with what voice
He begs and calls! O that in these thy days
Of God's own bloud, awake thee? He bids beware
But thou sleep'st on: where's now thy protestation,
The day that gives no observation
DISORDER AND FRAILTY.
WHEN first thou did'st, even from the grave
Thou got'st my heart; and though here tost By winds, and bit with frost,
I pine and shrink,
"Twixt thee and me; and oftimes creep
Yet sure, my God! I love thee most.
I threaten heaven, and from my cell
Touch'd by thy fire and breath; thy bloud,
But while I
My yielding leaves; sometimes a showr
Not one poor shoot,
Hid under ground, survives the fall.
Thus like some sleeping exhalation,
And soars and shines, but, ere we sup,
Cool'd by the damps of night, descends,
And, after all my hight of flames,
Until thy sun again ascends.
O, yes! but give wings to my fire;
Let not perverse
That seed which thou
In me didst sow;
But dresse, and water with thy grace,
His life for mine, tune to thy will
Hosea vi. 4.
O Ephraim, what shall I do unto thee? O Judah, how shall 1 intreat thee? for thy goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew it goeth away.
Go, go, queint follies, sugred sin,
For since amidst my youth and night
Blind, desp'rate fits, that study how