With which in mild, chaste language she did wooe To draw him drinke, and for his camels too. And now thou knewst her comming, it was time To get thee wings on, and devoutly climbe Unto thy God; for marriage of all states Makes most unhappy, or most fortunates. This brought thee forth, where now thou didst undresse * Thy soule, and with new pinions refresh Thus soar'd thy soul, who, though young, didst inherit Together with his bloud thy father's spirit, Whose active zeale and tryed faith were to thee Familiar ever since thy infancie. * A wel in the south country where Jacob dwelt, betweene Cadish and Bered. Heb. the wel of him that liveth and seeth me. Others were tym'd and train'd up to't, but thou Age made them rev'rend, and a snowie head; THE BRITTISH CHURCH. I. Ан! he is fled! And while these here their mists and shadows hatch, My glorious Head Doth on those hills of myrrhe and incense watch. Haste, haste, my deare! The souldiers here Cast in their lotts againe. That seamless coat, The Lewes touch'd not, These dare divide and staine. II. O get thee wings! Or if as yet, untill these clouds depart, Thou think'st it good to tarry where thou art, Write in thy bookes My ravish'd looks, Slain flock and pillag'd fleeces, And haste thee so As a young roe Upon the mounts of spices. O rosa campi! O lilium convallium! quomodò nunc facta es pabulum aprorum! THE LAMPE. "Tis dead night round about: horrour doth creepe And move on with the shades; stars nod and sleepe, And through the dark aire spin a firie thread, Such as doth gild the lazie glow-worm's bed. Yet burn'st thou here a full day, while I spend My rest in cares, and to the dark world lend These flames, as thou dost thine to me; I watch That houre, which must thy life and mine dispatch. But still thou doest out-goe me, I can see Met in thy flames all acts of piety; Thy light is charity; thy heat is zeale; And thy aspiring, active fires reveale Devotion still on wing; then thou dost weepe Still as thou burn'st, and the warme droppings creepe To measure out thy length, as if thou'dst know They're stor'd up in the socket, where they lye, Mark xiii. 35. Watch you, therefore; for you know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing, or in the morning. MAN'S FALL AND RECOVERY. FAREWELL, you everlasting hills! I'm cast Rob'd of your calme, nor can I ever make, [blast He sleepes and droops; and in this drowsie state Leaves me a slave to passions and my fate. Besides I've lost A traine of lights, which in those sunshine dayes One sullen beame, whose charge is to dispense Two thousand yeares 1 sojourn'd thus. At last Jeshurun's king Those famous tables did from Sinai bring. These swell'd my feares, Guilts, trespasses, and all this inward awe; A plenteous way, (thanks to that Holy One!) Wept bloud, that broke this adamant, and gave This makes me span My fathers' journeys, and in one faire step Reduc'd th' extent of works of faith; so made Rom. xviii. 19. As, by the offence of one, the fault came on all men to condemnation; so, by the righteousness of one, the benefit abounded towards all men to the justification of life. THE SHOWRE. I. That drowsie lake "TWAS SO; I saw thy birth. From her faint bosome breath'd thee, the disease Of her sick waters, and infectious ease. |