But in all else more secret Snares than we Till by them Caught shall ever know From this to clear it and restore To th' Garden what it had before And perfect Innocence add one Beauty more As there fall'n Man his Life first forfeited There to Redeem him first the Blood of God was shed VI. How grievous were his Pains there and how great Burning tho in the frosty shades of Night Shivering with Cold but in a Bloody Sweat And all dissolv'd at his approaching Passions Sight Thrice did He his Disciples leave And thrice to his Great Father pray'd Thrice to himself He answer made And by an Angel did support receive But O! th' Assaults that were within Compar'd with which his Bodies Flame Was temperate heat and scarce deserv'd the Name When in his Soul the Burning did begin And Hell to ' encrease the Fire did Mines of Brimstone bring A thousand Fiends about him flew And Coals and bailful Firebrand threw That seiz'd at length the noblest Part Beyond the weak defence of Nature or of Art And unconsum'd did only leave the Heart VII The Heart did unconsum'd remain By the Arch-Fiend With its own Grief to burst design'd When in the Judgment Hall again He should the Charge renew but all in vain Thither betray'd by 'a Kiss the Traytors bring With Fetters bound Heav'ns Sacred King Where being Cited and Blasphem'd Flouted Scourg'd Spat upon Derided and Contemn'd By them Revil'd deny'd by ' His own A Reed in ' his Hand his Head with Thorns they Crown And lead to Golgotha their God whom they ' had Condemn'd VIII Follow Muse if thou hast the heart and see What other Torments they prepare I know the utmost of their Cruelty And from thy Mouth had rather hear The sad Report than a Spectator be Yet that thou mayst not stand thy self surpriz'd Stript off his Clothes in Nakedness disguiz'd To th' Cross they 'll nail his Hands 't is said And bore with Nalls his tender Feet Then all his Sufferings to upbraid Cry If Thou art the Son of God let 's see 't Now from the Tree triumphantly come down Or reign thence like Thy self alone Or any other Wonder show Whereby Thy De'ity may be known And to its Scepter we will bow As if there greater Miracle could be Than all that Patience which they do but will not see IX Nor is this all but when He 's Dead His Side they 'll open with a Spear Approach the Wound and look what Blood is shed For it Mysterious will appear And be another Argument for thee next Year A better Spring will thence arise Than Helicon so Fam'd of old There bath thy self if thou art wise Nor fear in those chast Streams to be too bold But see be sure too long thou dost not stay For all the while Thou art away Tears only from these Eyes will flow And in my Fancy I shall double o're All that I have told thee now before And all that thou return'd will'st tell again and more Beside my Verse will fetter'd be and slow And want both Wings to flie and Feet to go 10. Martii 166â— EPIGRAM WHen my God Di'd I first began to Live And Life which he refus'd Heav'n me did give Unlike that Day O how unlike we were Him dead the Cross me ' alive the Knees did bear But may not I die too This life of mine I can as well as Thou dispise if not like Thine Ah dearest Lord this Legacy bestow A double Life then to Thy Death I 'll owe And sanctifi'd thus in my Birth by Thee A living Death my dying Life shall be 5. Decemb. 1668. An Extasie of Divine Love Aquesta Divina Vnion c. I. THat sacred Bond of Charity Wherein I uncorrupted Live Makes God the Captive Chain receive But my pinion'd Heart sets free Tho causing still such love in me To see Heav'ns King my Pris'ner lie That I die 'cause I cannot die II. How teadious now this Life is grown The way to Death how hard and long How dark the Dunge'on th' Ir'ns how strong With which my ' unwilling Soul 's kept down And has no trust but hope alone These thoughts my Troubles raise so high That I die 'cause I cannot die III. Bitter Life shalt thou be to me Where I my God can ne're enjoy But if my Love has no alloy My hope as try'd and pure may be Ah! come my Lord and set me free Take off this weight which makes me cry That I die 'cause I cannot die IV. By hope alone it is I Live Hope that I bear the seeds of Death And dying once a second Birth Secures that Hope and Life do's give O Death I 'll ne're thy coming grieve When Life succeeds through hope so nigh That I die 'cause I cannot die V. Who can the Charms of Love refuse Ah Life no more my Heart betray 'T is only thou stand'st in my way Which rather than my Love I 'll loose And Death for my great Champion choose So much alate thy Enemy That I die 'cause I cannot die VI. The Life alone that 's hid above Can of true Life the Title claim That Toy which here usurps the Name Its pleasure hides and deads our Love And a worse Foe than Death does prove Death for whose sake I Life so flie That I die 'cause I cannot die VII What can I give frail Life but thee To th' God who in me deigns to live Yet how can I the nothing give Till he first grants me Liberty O let me die his Face to see But that 's so distant from my Eye That I die 'cause I cannot die VIII Beside my God from thee away Who would not of a Life complain That terrible and full of pain Suffers a thousand Deaths each Day A Mortal but a slow decay And this so swells my Misery That I die 'cause I cannot die IX All Creatures love their Element And pleasure there enjoy and rest And if by Death they are disseas'd To their first nothing they are sent But I 'm beyond kind Death's extent And yet so many hardships try That I die 'cause I cannot die X. When in the Eucharist my dull Soul Eating thy Flesh it self would ease A thousand thoughts for entrance press And there not to enjoy Thee whole Whole and alone I a ' new condole For 't is the Voice of every Sigh That I die cause I cannot die XI I please my self i th' Hopes 't is true E're long my God of seeing Thee But fearing lest they false should be My Torments with my Fears renew And both so close my Soul pursue Hoping mid both so heartily That I die 'cause I cannot die XII Lord from this Death deliver me And Life thus beg'd at length bestow Why should I still be kept below Look how I die for love of Thee And since enjoy'd Thou canst not be In this Lifes death regard my cry That I die 'cause I cannot die XII My dying Life
ungraceful compos'd Air Save when she spake or laught but then betray'd A thousand Follies with prodigious glare For by a Glass she with a Shadow plaid Her self to whom she frequent Honours made And every glance which she design'd to cast And every look by that in order laid And to such troublesome Impertinence past That every little Word she thereby form'd at last L. Mirth was a Youth of beautiful regard With chearful Eyes plump downy Cheeks and Chin And nothing in his looks or strange or hard That if one by the Face could ought divine All Beauties there amass't did seem to shine All that can Man become or Love excite In Loves great Criticks the Sex Feminine All but i' th' Timorous whom his Whip did fright And more deterr than all his other Charms invite LI. For in his Hand a Bloody Discipline With many a' pointed Rowel stuck he bore And wherewith when unmark't he saw his time Backward reflecting he his Shoulders tore And the smooth Channel fill'd with purple gore But when or Folly call'd or Dalliance The fretting exercise he soon gave o're And as recovered from a sullen Trance Met with quick Eyes and amorous Look each smiling Glance LII Him Dalliance followed next a Damsel gay Of light behaviour as she well could feign And wantonly her Brest did open lay The Lover who came next to entertain Tho who the He were of her mighty Train She was not much solicitous to know Nor much to fancy him her self did pain For she like Favours did on all bestow And bonnour was to all how high so e're or low LIII A Night-Gown was the Habit which she wore Loosely clapt round her but so airy thin That through its light disguise appear'd the more What she ne're strove to hide her beauteous Skin And just proportion of each curious Limb With Impudence too luscious to be told And speech Lascivious when she did begin Which none but like her self unchast and bold Or unreprov'd could hear or unasham'd behold LIV. Next after her in order Genius came Of Body somewhat gross but Humour free Whom part call'd Comus as by his Sirname Tho both or either with him well agree Without whom Love nor merry Life can be A right good Fellow as his Belly show'd Which in a Swath reacht almost to his Knee And made him passage through th' admiring Crowd Which shouting to him louted as to them he bow'd LV. No wrinkle in his Counte'nance did appear Nor careful thought seem'd to come near his Mind Of what should be but things which present were Variously turn'd him as did sit the Wind And this way now now that way he inclin'd Tho if 't were still and sometime still it lay Diversions to himself he 'd make or find And sometimes only muse a live-long Day Tho askt on what he or nought knew or nought could say LVI These were the fairest Shews Loves entrance had And of the Pomp the sightliest Officers Who therefore next the Carr Triumphal staid But Spirits Incarnate were and all as fierce Provoke'd once as those Fatal Ministers Of his and more than his of th' Wrath Divine Which follow'd next with look and meen perverse A Grisly Horrid and Prodigious Trine Which hardly into shape Love could by ' his Art refine LVII Lust was the First but whether Man or Beast Or He or She one could by no means know For it both Sexes had and did invest Mankind above and Beast mishape'd below And slote divided did for ostent show With shaggy Hair the' whole Body cover'd o're And poysonous stench which he around did throw Undampt by th' Perfumes which the Satyre bore For so they call'd him and about him ever wore LVIII A very Satyr whom he nearest came In Face and Guise but in Deformity Excell'd the first of the' Family and Name And shameless was his Look and lew'd his Eye But sharp withal Beauties which cloyster'd lie First to discover then to circumvent By Clamour wherein low'd he was and high Nor could forbear as he in Triumph went Prime Visier of the Port and Loves chief Confident LIX Sin follow'd him who was his Eldest Son And only Child with place and dignity His Parents Titles suiting and his own But on his own he mostly did relie And all but what his own was did decry Would and did loudly against Lust declame As Impotent couragious to defie But who to Handy-blows or never came Or not with such effect as he to get a Name LX. For tho but one a thousand Heads he had And twice a thousand Hands boldly to fight An Army of himself and which he made Greater or less as the Cause did invite Love and Loves Good Old Cause was his delight Rebellion whose design to carry on Himself he variously as ' it hapt would dight A Beasts or Man's form take now and anon Angels or Fiends a multitude one be or none LXI But Death the third the same shape alway kept If Shape it might be call'd that shape had none Except in that half of him which foremost stept And to the view expos'd a side of Bone That seem'd with Skin to have been cloath'd upon And Musculage not many Days before For scarcely cleansed was the Skeleton And here and there appear'd fresh stains of Gore And gobbets of green flesh which from the joynts he tore LXII To'ther half was the Universe and all And every thing that in the World is found Which hastens or is ready at Death's call And are th' Ingredients which he does compound Or single or in Mass to give the Wound A dreadful Mixture and of which to tell Almost to think would th' greatest Wit confound For since the time that Man from Happi'ness fell They were collecting and had at the bottom Hell LXIII Where e're he came these were Loves Company With Train and Baggage which did far extend And Meny suiting so great Prince as He For Prince and God they call'd him tho Pure Fiend Unquiet Care which all his time did spend Himself to ' undo backt by Suspicion Then Impudence which did to Lechery lend His unchast Ear and Fury bad come on By Riotice drawn up and Irreligion LXIV Without door Danger and Distrust did wait And Fear that never was himself at rest Or others would permit their Watch to ' abate And Jealousie which tho he were possest Of what he lov'd for rage tore his own Breast And Lust unnatural and Villany And Revellings in thousand Anticks drest And Poverty in Rags clad piteously Calling aloud for Death which did th' unhappy fly LXV It fled him as one who from Love was fled Under the Disc'ipline if he had the skill To use it right of Sorrow seeming dead But which for a blest Life prepares Our will By that Repentance which Shame does instil Repentance the first step to Innocence Whose various parts it makes or does fulfil But whereof Lustful Minds have little sense Till Shame sum up the Total of the
his own the Life o' th' World to spare VII Teach the World Child and make his Israel know Whence their Salvations mighty Source does flow That from Remission of their Sin The mighty Source does first begin Through our God's tender Mercy who the Way To Pardon does by Penance lay Penance which does the glories of his Grace display VIII That Grace whereby the Day-spring from on High Now visits us with Streams which ne're shall die Streams of pure Aethereal Light To shine on those who in darkness sit Which Death 's pale shadow shall with Rays encrease And hopes long Pris'ners thence release And both theirs guide and our feet into th' way of Peace V. HYMN The ANGELIC Hymn Gloria in Altissimis c. GLORY be to God on High i th' Highest Great Jehovah bless Good will tow'rds Men on Earth be Peace Glory to God on High And may this Round begun thus last eternally VI. HYMN The Song of SIMEON Nunc dimittis servum tuum c. I. ENOUGH my God enough I beg no more Nor Thou tho begg'd canst greater Grace bestow My Prayers at length are answer'd and I ' adore The Word which from thy Mouth did go The Word which like thy Self no change does know And now Thy Servant is content to die Now as the best time since Thy Word and Life 's so nigh II. Nigh is the Word which Thou to me didst pass Nor has Death come me and Thy CHRIST between As nigh is Life Thy other Word which I embrace And who that has thus happy been In two great Words fulfill'd one t'other seen Would not like me desire in peace to die And mortal Life exchange for Immortality III. In Peace I die and Thou dismissest me My God in Peace since with these very Eyes Before their change I Thy Salvation see And lack not from the Dead to rise As Prophets must to ' approve their Prophecies By Faith they only at a distance saw What in my Arms I hold the end of all their Law IV. Hail blest Salvation of the Eternal King Hail Thou who hither bringst it Blessed Child In whom as holy Bards inspir'd do sing Those wondrous Truths shall be fulfill'd Which to Immortal Verse shall subject yield Hail to you both prepar'd of God to be This Worlds Redemption Heav'ns and Angels scrutiny V. Such is the great Behest such is Thy Will Who now before all Nations dost prepare What shall with joyous Praise all Nations fill As in Him all have equal share Thy Son who shall to those who ' in darkness are Rise as the World's Sun does with scattered Light But Israels Glory be with Rays like ' his own Flames bright Comiato To Sir Nicholas Stuart Baronet SONGS made in lieu of many more And more than Songs which to his Love I owe Who when your Master waited at the Door First let him in and sacred Honours did bestow You blessed Songs i th' Temple first to sing And then to Descant on an humbler thing To his and your lov'd Patron go And tho you ne're can recompence The ease and leasure both of us have thence Proffer the utmost service Verse can do And as He is your Ornament Be of my grat'itude and his Virtue the fixt Monument The VIII Great HYMNS of the Apocalyps I. HYMN The Adoration of the XXIV ELDERS Gratias agimus tibi Domine Deus Optime I. WORTHY Thou art all Honour to receive Thrice Honour'd we who may that Honour give Blest King who in One undivided now The scatter'd Parts of Time collected hast The Future Present and the Past And every Time and Age dost in one moment know II. We praise Thee ' Almighty God for that Thou ' hast tane To Thee thy great Power and at length dost Reign Thou Reign'st and tho the Nations troubled are Thy Wrath is come and therewith come the Time When Thou wilt sentence every Crime And all the Dead shall for the Great Assize prepare III. Up shall they rise and as their Works have been Or Shame or Glory on all Brows be seen Thy Prophets and Thy Saints shall shout for joy And all who fear Thy Name both small and great But Vengeance from Thy Judgment Seat Th' Earths bold Destroyers shall eternally destroy II. HYMN The Acclamation of Heaven upon MICHAEL's overthrow of the Dragon and his Angels Nunc facta est Salus Virtus c. I. NOW is Salvation now is come the Hour That long expected never shall be done Now Reigns our God with whom in equal Power And strength Enthron'd sits his Anointed Son They Reign and Judg and having Judgment past The Brethrens great Accuser or'e the Bar have cast II. Both Night and Day the Brethren he accus'd Heav'ns common Barrettor with Charge unjust Their Patience and the Judges Grace abus'd Tho from them the forg'd Calumny they thrust And his false Evidence or'e-rul'd bore down By the Lambs Blood in Court attested and their own III. These were the Pleas whereby they overcame And these the Witnesses call'd and allow'd Which ev'n the Devil their slanderer heard with shame And self-condemn'd to the just Sentence bow'd Greater their Word was than could be deni'd But greater yet their Testimony that they Di'd IV. For this O Heav'ns rejoyce and ye who there In Sacred Bliss uninterrupted dwell Rejoyce and a part with you let them bear Who from below shall of your Justice tell With joy shall Sing how the' Dragon overthrown From Heav'ns high-top to th' Earth was tumbled down V. But wo worth you to whom in wrath he 's come Of Earth and Sea the miserable ' out-cast On whom he 'll seek to be aveng'd the Doom Was on himself and curs'd Abettors past With rage he comes and whole Hells last effort Fury incenst because he knows his time 's but short III. HYMN The Happy Dead Beati mortui qui in Domino moriuntur I. BLEST are the Dead who in the Lord depart From henceforth Blessed write them down For Labours tho and Pain they have known Of neither feel they more the irksome smart II. So says the Spiri't for but to ' enjoy full rest From all their Toils are they remov'd And of their Works by God approv'd That follow close in Bliss they are possest IV. HYMN The Song of MOSES and of the LAMB Magna Mirabilia sunt opera c. I. GREAT are thy Works and marvelous thy Praise Lord God Almighty just and true Thy Ways Blest King of Saints who would not fear In Thy dread Presence to appear Whom Angels and attending Thrones revere II. Who would not Fear Thee Lord and Glorifie That Name of Thine which Thou hast rais'd so high Thy Holy Name by which Thou art known For Holiness is Thine alone But better than each single Man by ' his own III. Take then Blest King what is Thy proper due And through all Landâ— and Coasts Thy Right persue That eve'ry Coast and every Land Who wondring
for he who does it says 'T is done Our Blessed Lord's Thanksgiving Confiteor tibi Pater Domine I. I THANK Thee Father Lord of all Of Heav'n and Earth the Blessed King That to reveal Thy Discipline The Prudent of this World Thou dost not call The Mighty Noble and the Wise But such whom they as Foolish Base and Weak despise II. From those Thou hast Thy Counsels hid Who first Thy Counsels did refuse And Babes to publish them dost chuse That no Flesh take what Power Almighty did And when Thy Hand alone hath done The weighty Enterprise ascribe it to their own III. Eve'n so O Father so it is Thy Will Thy Love do hence appear And that great Power which every where In all things Rules but more in none than this For so to Thee it seemeth good Thy Grace should none withstand but those who it withstood The Song of MOSES Tunc cecinit Moyses Filii Israel carmen hoc Domino diâ—â—runt Cantemus Domino c. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I. SINCE the Almighty has in Triumph led Not by câ—r Battels but his Arm â—'re-thrown The Proud 〈◊〉 King and from his Head On ours to put it 〈◊〉 Crown What more acceptâ—â— Trophy can we raise Than an eternal arch of Duty and of Praise Begin my Song and thou Immortal Verse Now truly such since him Thou dost Record Who only is th' Immortal Lord I my self will begin too and rehearse The wondrous Conquests of his Word To him I 'll Sing who gloriously His Promise and his Ancient Faith to keep Has gotten himself and us the Victory And Horse and Rider hurld at once into the Deep II. God is my Strength and he shall be my Song From whom my great Salvation came Who is my God approv'd in dangers long My Father's God the Puissant and the Strong Israel's tri'd Champion and Jehovah is his Name Him will I Sing of him shall be my Praise And of the Works that he hath done Th' Eternal Glories he hath won But ours no less than his own Fame to raise For Pharao and his host Their way their hopes themselves i th' Ruine lost Into the Sea he hurld the Red Sea as a Stone By a Giants arm is lightly thrown Him and his chosen Captains at a cast They flew they sank the wounded Sea did groan But into it's bottom headlong let them down Through thousand Waves that murmured as along they whirling past III. There were they Drownd there cover'd with the Deep There sank they never to be rais'd again In Adamantine Chains Thou didst the Pris'ners keep The same Thou thrâ—wst before upon the Main And now on them o're both to show Thy equal Reign Glorious Thou didst that Day O Lord appear Glorious in Power appear'd then thy Right Hand Thine Enemies the Shock could not withstand And found too late its Wrath was heavier than their fear When dasht in pieces they all scattered lay And to th' Leviathans became a Prey So on a sudden were they gone So soon so eas'ly by Thy Breath o're-thrown As when a raging Fire does Stubble seise And with it Thorns to ' unequal Battel press Such was Thy Wrath tho in a different kind And different was the Element But Death as certain and as sudden sent Thy Wrath tow'rds them which like a mighty Wind Stood up and up the Floods bid stand As on an heap to let Thy People go The Floods obey'd the great Command And like a Wall on either Hand Of congeal'd Chrystal in the heart of th' Sea did show IV. This as the Spoyler saw T is now he said Now is the time an end to make I will pursue I will o're-take Lo how the Sea the Fugitives has betray'd And to leave us a way it s dri'd up Channel do's forsake Now shall my Sword with slaughter glutted be My Lust shall on them now be satisfied Nor till they ' are totally destroyed This Arm withdraw or let them other Conquerors see With Charms their Leader staind the sacred Flood But I 'll the Sea or perish new Dye with their Blood Scarce said Thou with Thy Wind Upon the parted Sea didst blow The parted Sea its hold invisible let go And hollow'd to its fellow Waves behind They came and having traverst them around The Chamiam Hosts did in their Arms enclose A while they floated diving where they rose Till touching thrice the fatal Ground Like Lead they sank and all the Deaths they had threatned found V. Amongst the Gods Who is there like the Lord Or with Him who can once compare So ' unsearchable His Counsels are So great the Wonders of His Word In holy Glories who does all excel And Terrour strikes in us who would his Praises tell For Thou thy Hand didst only wave And Israels way was Egypts Grave Which th' opening Earth and Seas conspiring gave Thus perisht they Thus sav'd by Thy Right Hand Thy ransom'd People hitherto Thou ' hast brought Whilst of the Miracles it wrought We and our Children living Monuments here stand Nations shall hear this Lord and be afraid Horrour on Palestine fast hold shall take Courage the Dukes of Edom shall forsake And Moabs daring Warriers ill appaid Shall on themselves feel unknown Terrors laid Whole Canaan ready to expire With dread dissolv'd as Wax shall melt before the Fire VI. Trembling and Fear Anguish Dispair and Dread On every Land shall fall on every Head As Thine Arm is such shall their Horrours be And not a Soul from the' Consternation free Close shall they lie within their Dens Still as the Rocks wherewith they are cover'd lie And fearful once to issue thence Scarce to their helpless Gods send forth a cry Or let their Groans be heard while Israel passes by Till to Thy Promis'd Land they are come And where they have been strangers long their ancient Home Thither my God through thousand dangers past To Sion by Thy self prepar'd to be Thy Dwelling Place to ' Eternity The Sanctuary with Thy Presence grac'd Thither be pleas'd Thy purchas'd Flock to bring at last So shalt Thou through all Ages Reign And in all Lands new Subjects to Thy Empire gain Sumpsit ergo Maria Prophetissa soror Aâ—rm tympanum in manu suâ egressaeque sunt omnes Mulieres post eam cum tympanis choris quibus praecinebat dicens CHORVS Mulierum SIng to the Lord who gloriously His Promise and his Ancient Faith to keep Has gotten Himself and us the Victory And Horse and Rider hurld at once into the Deep The WELL. Num. 21. Tune cecinit Israel Carmen istud Ascendat Puteus concinebat Puteus quem soderunt Principes paraverunt duces multitudinis in Datore legis in baculis suis. SACRED Fountain Mystic Spring Lo how to Thy Dance we Sing And Cymbals tun'd by thy soft Purlings ring Spring eternally O Well Spring up and into Rivers swell For why no common Well art Thou Nor was it chance first found Thee out But having
or Night be ' it Ev'ning or the Morn From th' Years account let it be ever torn To me it self and Heav'n and all be lost And from the number of the Days be crost O had it never been or had that Hour But barr'd the Gate and damn'd the fertil Door Unhappy Gate but Hour unhappy more Sorrow I ne're had known nor had these Eyes Beheld the Light which none but Fools can prize Rather why di'd I not making the Womb At once my busie tyring House and Tomb But by the Knees I must perverted be And live more Deaths than one to act more Plagues to see Draw th' hated Brests only to fetch supply After ten thousand Deaths new deaths to try And at the last with greater sense and torment die Had I then dy'd still as the Night or Grave My Voice had been without a Death to crave Still had I lain and in Oblivion's brest Enjoy'd a sweeter sleep and sounder rest The Earth which does in its cold Lap enfold All Arts and Arms Princes and all their Gold Which Sepulchers does for their Tombs prepare Great in their Dust and in their Ruines fair For me to Die then had I been allow'd Had markt a place amidst the awful Crowd There where untimely Births i th' Pit are thrown And through the Earths soft pores the Plains with verdure crown An awful place it is with Company The best and great'st where in appartments lie Kings and their Counsellors each in his Bed With each his Sword clapt underneath his Head For there the proud Usurpors terrors cease And there the weary are at perfect ease And the whole Region riots in the spoils of Peace Pris'ners enjoy their Liberty at least know No other Chains than what their Jaylors do Both small and great there undistinguisht be Undisturb'd by outworn Authority Masters and Servants throw those Names aside And for a nobler freedom both provide No fear of the Oppressor's there no wrong No Clamours no Reproach amidst that throng But a deep silence fills the profound wast Deaf to all calls but the last Trumpets blast Ah might I rest there Why is Death deni'd To him who seeks it in those shades to hide Who for it digs and would more gladly find That Treasure than the mines he leaves i th' way behind Light and this Life will but encrease his pain Light and this Life of which he does complain And would for ' one Death exchange but all in vain Why is Life thrust on such a Man who 's dead Dead to himself and God all comfort fled Me why is 't thrust on who the Gift despise As th' worst of this Worlds great impert'nencies Nay more its greatest Curse unwelcome Guest That never le ts me never be at rest Nor Bed nor Board their just refreshment give Which who would thus thus I 'd not always live Too long already to feel what I fear'd Sadder than can be told too doleful to be heard At rest I ne're was but compar'd with this All former Grief as gone and vanisht is And all but very Hell would be a kind of Bliss 1660. The Prayer of HABAKKUK Hab. 3. Domine audivi auditionem I. MY God I have Thy Wonders heard And their report like those who saw them feard I heard what Thou of Old hast done Revive Thy Work nor let it die But since to make us hope Thou hast begun Let our Deliverance too draw nigh Lord in the midst of th' Years appear Nor ever ever thus forbear To put an happy issue to our Fear i th' midst of th' Years Thy Greatness show For we are ready if Thou ' art but so Let us in Wrath Thy Mercy see Remembred this let that forgotten be What tho with us the full Time 's not expir'd With Thee 't is ended and by us desir'd Ages to come and Ages long since past In Heav'n where Thou art present are 'T is ever now and now will ever last O Now from Heav'n Thy Power declare And let it once be here what it is ever there II. Deus ab Austro veniet God came from Teman and the Holy One Descended from Mount Paran with a mighty Train The Earth to Heav'n did dart the Rays again And as He past the Skie with Glory shone Refined Light without allay Such as above makes Angels Day Such was His Brightness and such was His Way He was all Light but from His Side Shot forth a Beam so clear and pure That none to see it could endure And there as in the dark He did His Glories hide The Pestilence before Him went Gathering new Poysons as the old were spent Ruine and Desolation at His Feet Never to part again did meet But sworn to execute His Wrath on Man Kist and embrac'd each other close as they before Him ran III. Stetit mensus est Terram He stood and in His Hand He held a Line and measuring Wand Both to mete out and to destroy his Land Over the Earth the fatal Line He threw And that it level on all sides might lie He smote the Nations and they ' in haste withdrew Th' affrighted Earth that fain would flie Seeing it could not stir the Line did take But did with horrour and amazement shake The Rocks as it came o're their Backs did quake Bow'd down their Heads and griev'd they were so high The everlasting Mountains scatt'red lay And the perpetual Hills sank down and stole away IV. Pro iniquitate vidi Tentoria I saw the Tents of Egypt in distress Methoughts I heard their doleful groans The Land did tremble and its emptiness An hollow murmur added to its moans And shriekt a deadly eccho from the wounded Stones When not content to see their First-born slain Conquer'd on Land they once again Would try the fortune of the Main Since they the Tenth Shock could so stoutly brave They scorn'd to fear the Eleventh Wave Till they themselves and that saw buried in a Grave What ail'd the Rivers Lord what ail'd the Flood That Thou shouldst make their streams true Veins of Blood What could the Sea against Thee do So small against so great a Foe Exalted Thou so high and that so low Could it deserve Thy Wrath or roar so loud From Heav'n Thy Throne to call Thee down Or in its swellings was it grown so proud It ' sdeign'd a check from a single frown Unless in Triumph God would o're it ride And Seas from Seas below as first from those above divide V. Suscitans suscitabis Arcum So on the Sea i th' Air his Bow was seen Not by Reflection like the Rain-bow made Where all the pleasing Colours are together laid That Man might be no more afraid Of a new Deluge to be unsherd in And once more drown what it could never purge his Sin That is his Bow of Peace but this of War The Skie about it was with Darkness spread Slaughter and Gore had stain'd it red Ghastly and terrible it glistned from afar A poysoned
I 'll then lament And living Death in Tears bewail For my Sins sake those Foes prevail And all my Age in Mourning 's spent To my release at length consent Nor let me grieve eternally That I die 'cause I cannot die L'Envoy Blest Soul that hither couldst arrive How do I love yet envy Thee Wishing my self this Extasie And that th' Example Thou dost give Would make me less afraid to live And to each close of Thine reply That I die cause I cannot die 20. May 1668. The FLIGHT I. NO wonder Soul thou so admir'st a Verse And countst thy self in its Possession brave For 't is what e're thou canst desire to have On this side Heav'n but more to make than to rehearse II. 'T is th' end of Preaching Loves best Exercise The Quintessence of Prayer Praises refin'd A Change exstatic into th' Heav'nly Mind And on whose soaring Wings above the World I rise III. O could I always stay where 't first sets me How naked looking down would th' World appear Its Joys how empty and how vain its Fear Another flight would make me leave Mortality IV. For as the sealed Dove so high does towre That i' th' pure Air at last it flying dies So should I mount too and above the Skies Rapt to th' Etern aboads unfeel my dying Hour V. But I must live still and my flight to bound Till truly seal'd there something Lord will be Some Work of Thine be ' it be it but a Tree Eve'n there I nearer Heav'n shall rest than on the Ground 22. Jan. 1671 2. noctu Exsurrexi adhuc sum tecum An Hymn and Prayer To the Holy JESUS my Lord. Parode I. JESU th' Eternal Sun of Righteousness Unlike our Mortal Suns which Rise and Set Subliming this and t'other World with Light Love bids me of Thy wondrous Power to Treat But how Thy Power or Wonders to express I know not till Thou make my Darkness bright And with Thy Beams dispel the shades of Night Therefore I beg Thy aid JESU to whom I' have pray'd And still pray that I worthy Thee may write Illustriously o're all th' Expansion shine And if I 'm weak to endure A Light so pure dart through my Verse a ray Divine II. JESU the Wisdom of the Deity In whom the Mistic Treasures are conceal'd Be'yond Reasons search of the Eternal Mind And with whose Stripes the Afflicted World is heal'd Proof against Death the Vanguishts Victory Under whose Standart to its God rejoyn'd Love for the Noblest Service is design'd Love that 's a Rebel now JESU so Great that Thou From Heav'n Thy self must come his Slaves to ' unbind That I some Trophies of Thy Power may boast When Thou dost Conquering ride I 'll Crowns provide and sing Thy Triumphs through his Coast. III. JESU the Virgins and the Martyrs Wrath Who without Spot or Wrinkle didst adorn The fairest Soul which in a Body all Of Charms was wondrously Conceiv'd and Born Fought'st and wast fought resign'dst thy labouring Breath The Lost to Save and from the Dungeon call Hopes weary Pris'ners and Death's Captive thrall To Thrones at Thy Right Hand JESU as Thou dost stand At Thy Great Father's in Heav'ns Judgment Hall Grant me the Grace and Thou the Grace canst grant That when Thou shalt come next Tho now perplext to attend Thee then I nothing want IV. JESU in whom the Godhead does repose Infinites Comprehension and the Bound Of boundless Majesty fathomless Deep With Thorns first pierc'd and e're with Glory Crown'd Submitted to the Triumphs of Thy Foes A Man of Sorrows and inur'd to weep Substantial God and Man who both dost keep Unmixt and Unconfus'd JESU th' Untoucht and Bruis'd Quickning the Dead yet who i th' Grave didst sleep 'T is Thou hast broke our Bands th' Uusurper hurld Headlong into the Pit In whose sides sit the great Disturbers of the World V. JESU the Way the Truth whose Life does give The' exactest Method how we may direct Our wandring Course to Thy Divine Aboad And whence seduc'd to stray is not to Live A Way Thy self while here Unerring trode And now Exalted dost with Blessings load A Way which rough at first JESU appears and Curst But entred once proves worthy Thee and God Shew me Thy Way nor take it in ill part Since I am blind and weak If I bespeak Thee ' in that whose Guide and End Thou art VI. JESU Whose Cross the surest Anchor makes Both strong and sure entring within the Vail Where Passions waves how fierce and uncontroul'd So e're rage not and yet they dare assail The holiest Place and Heav'n i th' Tempest shakes Thou seest how there I have fixt all my hold And am i th' midst of Storms and Floods grown bold Yet still there is a Shelf JESU I mean my Self 'Gainst which I am in danger to be roll'd I sink O now thy saving Hand forth stretch Now e're my Head with th' Weeds Which this Sea breeds is wrapt and I 'm below Thy reach VII JESU how many Tears have I in vain How many Sighs and Prayers in vain pour'd out Tho by th' expence my Flame alone 's encreast My Life from its first Stage trac'd all about Unchang'd by change of Habit 's nought but Pain Anguish and Torment void of Peace and Rest Nay even my Soul Heav'n-born has been opprest And humbled to the Grave JESU make hast to save Nor tarry tho of Men I ' have lov'd Thee least Now help to Morrow may not be so well For Misery and Sin Have me ' on the Wing and where they 'll pitch me who can tell VIII JESU one half of me 's already gone So gone that tho I have piec'd up the Rent Methinks I 'm not the perfect thing I was Tho happy still in that I am content And who shall be more perfect when th' World 's done And One made Three into ' One again shall pass Unhappy Man unhappy were my case Such doubts gave'st Thou not skill JESU to Reconcile Thou who see'st Past and Future in one Glass Dear Lord for whom too hard there nothing is Give all my Griefs such end As may intend Thy Honour first and then my Bliss IX JESU my Confidence my Hope my Fear Able to help in time of Need and Free O leave me not when my last Hour shall come Not for my sake but His who Ransom'd me Merit crys No. But th' Image which I bear Pleads Lord and would for Ancient Love make room Tho I have been betray'd by Errors doom To a Fairy Wood and Brook JESU my Shepherd look Find Thy lost Sheep and bring the Stragler home Of Streams so troubled may I drink no more Or having found my Way Any more stray or wander as I did before X. JESU My God who far off seest the Proud And hatest him let Thy Blood some pity move An Heart all bruis'd and contrite to regard That does at length bewail its sottish love And which if once it
there What e're she spake in a deep Character Fixt and Compos'd she thus resum'd her part VII Si come piacque c. Know then 't was our Eternal Father's Will That we like Him should both Immortal be But what 's all that to you the while Wretches enamour'd of your Slavery For whom 'twere better that the fault were ours Of all the disrespect we find than that 't is only yours Courted and Lov'd we were of Old But now to such a Pass reducâ—d That she to Heav'n and Contemplation us'd Has taken Flight to reach her ancient hold I stay'd behind a while but have been so abus'd That thither too Iâ— ll 'scape e're long And only where she gives the ground inspire the Song For of my self I'm but her empty shade Then turning as about to go But first receive as both our Gift she said This Wreath which we for you together made And with her Hands she bound Immortal Bays my Temples all around Comiato To FERNHAM Song I 'd have thee go Where thy great Patron at first sight will know Both what 's thy Sense and Mystery Nor needs thou Him as thou must others show When they ask who these Virgins be That one is sacred POESY Th' other the Heav'nly Maid THEOLOGY With whom thy Master long since deep in Love And destitute of Friends The fair One in his Suit to move Thee on the Message to his Palace sends Only remember thou his Leisure wait And nor intrude too soon nor stay too late If He says thou art none of mine And so to Petrarch more incline Tell him our Thoughts were equal as our Fate And that there lacks one Spirit to Write and to Translate 1668. Sonnet of the same Ad promotionem in S. S. Ordines PRepare thy Chariot Love and heaviest Chain That for my Muses Sister this for me For I at length have got the Victory And loaded thus must grace her pompous Train I 'm Conqueror and the Arms which did obtain The mighty Spoil were Importunity Freedom renounc'd and sacred Vows to be Her Slave o're whom I should the Victory gain Mysterious War yet since thou dost delight Great Love thy Sov'raignty to exercise In such unheard of Contrarieties Lo how I suit my entrance to the Fight The Victor is in Chains led Captive Home And she in Triumph Rides who was o'recome ODE The Apology I. Quel antiquo mio c. CITING my old and cruel Master Love Before that Queen which holds our part Divine And first descending from the Seats above i th' Brain enthronâ—d with Heavenly Light does shine I shew'd my self like Gold by Flames made fine Loaded I came with Horrour Grief and Fear Those heavy Chains my Jaylor on me laid As is a Wretch who begs his Judg to hear Tho Self-condemn'd and of pale Death afraid I bow'd to th' Bar and all in Tears thus said In an ill Hour Great Queen I toucht the Land Of this false Prince where Rage and Pride command And where even from a Youth I underwent Such different Torments that with Pain quite spent My Life seem'd more a burden than delight And Patience was o'recome tho next to Infinite II. Cosi ' l mia tempo c In Pains and Anguish spending thus my Age How many Seasons did I Fool despise My self in Noble Studies to engage Whereby in Wealth I might and Honour rise Deceiv'd of both by empty Flatteries But where 's the Wit that can such Words command And at its pleasure fit Expressions call That others may my Miseries understand And how I 'm just to implead this Criminal How little Hony has Love and how much Gall I tasted both but both were temper'd so The sweet above the bitter lay below Seducing to fond Amours by surprize A Soul if I mistake not made to rise And up in Heavn Exalted look more fair Nor did Love only brake my Peace but rais'd new War III. Questi m' ha fatto c. My God I 'm sure He less has made me love Ten thousand times less than a Creature ought Nor could I to my self more faithful prove While for a Mistress I by him was brought To slight compar'd with her all other thought Love was my Counsellor that Enemy Whom here I charge who ' exciting my desire Whilst all in vain I for Repose did cry Permitted me no leisure to respire But to asswage the burning brought more Fire Alas what profit's it to have a mind By Heav'ns best Gifts and purest Flame refin'd Since tho my Hairs through Age I 'm changing still I ne're O ne're can change my ' unruly Will Become to this fierce One so much a Slave By use that it were Death my Liberty to have IV. Cercar m' ha fatto c. Strange Coasts he ' has made me seek and Forraign Lands And thousand Perils blindly undergo Sometime by Robbers sometime rolling Sands Ready to be devour'd rude Manners know And Pilgrim like no Guide my way to show Mountains I ' have past and Vales rough Storms and Seas Treading on Snares too close to be descry'd And in my wandrings stranger than all these Have Winter seen on th' Wings of Summer ride With Dangers only running by my side But nor him nor my other Enemy Could I by flight escape or secresie So that with Death if I unconquer'd strove The thanks are Heav'ns and none belong to Love This tyran Love who by my Grief revives Feeds on my Pain and by my Torment only lives V. Poi che suo fui Not one free Hour since his have I enjoy'd Nor hope to ' enjoy eve'n sleep from the sad Night Is bannisht and my former rest destroy'd In vain by Herbs or Charms I seek my right For what by Fraud he ' has got he keeps by Might Usurping Tyran and he knows 't is true When I add further my just Charge to swell The Darkness only did my Pain renew Nor wanted I oft heard times Passing-Bell Who by my Groans the weary Hours could tell What more Gnawing he in my Brest does lie And long sought Death does to th' assault defie Hence flow my Tears and hence my Flames arise Hence my Complaints and all those dolorous Sighs With which my self I tire and others too Great Queen who knowst us both between us Justice do VI. Il mio Adversario I spake but Love all in a rage reply'd Now t'other part Great Queen be pleas'd to hear The Truths which this Ingrate has sought to hide I to your Clemency will make appear And Sentence till I ' have spoken too forbear Know then this Wretch with Mercenary Breath Not Words alone but Lyes had learnt to sell Till I his Youth reclaim'd and from that Death Whither he was hasting brought him sound and well In pure Delights sore ' against his Will to dwell I was his Guide by me he first arriv'd At th' happy Port where he has safely liv'd And this he grieves this he calls Misery And all thoâ—â— unsought
World when it does thee neglect May to an He as ill deserving give Why as fixt here dost thou live And midst rude Wars and giddy Vanity Hope for Peace and Constancy Now while thou mayst dare to be Wise In thine own hand keep fast the Rein And since thou must begin again Stop and turn back the Road behind thee lies T is hazardous thou knowst too long to stay And till to Morrow leave what 's better done to Day III. Gia sai tu ben c. Long since Thou hast been taught nor art thou now To learn what Happiness and Content From the fairest Eyes are sent To ' n Heart that does the Charms of Beauty know But what think'st Thou both had been What Thy Content and Happiness The greater Glory and the less If those fair Eyes had ne're been seen And in their stead another Flame had entred in Thou well remembrest and 't is well thou dost How their Image seiz'd thee first And thy Heart like Lightning pierc'd Where it was so much Lord of all the Coast So fatally did overcome That none for other Loves it left scarce for it self had room With that thou first wert set on fire And if its wild fallacious heat Has held thee many Years with vain desire And expectation of what ne're was yet Nor er'e may come that joyful Day Which should thy Mise'ries end and largely for thy waiting pay For none so silily themselves undo As Lovers and so thanklesly if Poets too Why dost thou not to a better hope thy Soul advance And Heav'ns Immortal Glories view For if one Smile one pleasing Glance A Song dear purchas'd one kind word or two The price of Love can here enhance What will those Heavenly Beauties do And how great must the Pleasure be above Where they do ever Sing and where they ever Love IV. Da l' altra parte On tother side a different thought With a sharp but pleasing pain Of Hope and Fear together wrought Makes me love it but complain For while with Hope it feeds my Heart And profers Fame to crown desert The Fear I can despise and dare the cruel smart Insensible it almost renders me Of all but its dear self insensible The effects of Study I ne're feel How hot or cold how pale so e're I be Nor will one Death to kill 't suffice One Death to end its Tyrannies Since throughly slain it does with greater vigor only rise When but a Child as a Child with me it plaid Just like my self and as I grew encreast Nor will 't I fear permit me any rest Till in one Tomb we be together laid Dead with my Body there 't will lie Nor any further with me go And then what signifies this Fame if I Its best Report can never know Since there must once a parting be And away the Shade will flee For the true substance I 'll leave it e're that leave me V. Ma quel ' altro voler But Oh! that Passion like my Soul Which in each part is all and all i th' whole And as a great and spreading Root To ' it self the moisture draws and starves the Ground about How does it Vex and Torture me When I my Pride and Folly see My Ignorance and Vanity Of others writing still so mindless of my self to be Those Eyes I mean whose heavy Chain My captive Will does so restrain That Art and Force to break it I employ in vain What then tho my spread Sails are fill'd And that prepar'd I for the Voyage am If yet my Barque midst Rocks is held By two such Cables Love and Fame But Thou my God who from those other Bands With which the sottish World 's held fast Long since my freedom Ransom'd hast Why hear not these Thy great Commands And loose the Pris'ner who with shame confounded stands Abasht I stand and like a Man at Night Assaulted in his Dreams with Deaths grim sight Fain would resist but want both words to speak and Arms to fight VI. Quel ch' i fo veggio c. I well enough know what I ought to do Nor does the Ignorance of what is true At all deceive me but this Love With which so mise'rably I am opprest Tho all his and my ' own Follies I reprove Too much and much too long of me possest Permits me not one step to move And the true Honours shiny Path intend above Yet now and then there does begin Something I know not what to strive within A cruel and severe Disdain Thus for ever to remain And where of all it may be read again This secret thought writes in my Forehead plain What can more unmorthy be The Man who does to th' fairest Prize aspire Than towards Mortal things to be on fire With the same Flame that only fits the Deity Nor does it thus alone but crys aloud To my Reason drawn aside And behind my Senses hid Reason obeys and strait condemns what it allowd But as I 'm thinking back to go Custome does or make me stay Or leads me to some other way I gaze and that does show The brightest Eyes e're shon below But born alass for my incurable Disease For too much me too much their cruel selves they please VII Ne so che spatio mi c. How long or short the space may be Which when into this World I first came down By Heav'ns Arrest was granted me To undergo Wars misery And all those pains which from my self have grown I know as little as I do the Time When this wretched Life shall end For both are Mysteries too sublime And Mortal knowledg far transcend But this I know and daily find That all without and all within My Body 's chang'd and so 's my Mind Gray Hairs appear nor is th' End far behind When to approach these Harbingers begin Like a Man therefore who much Ground and Day has lost But wiser made at length by his cost I 'm thinking oft to take the Right Hand way Where I see my Journey lay And which when first I left I first began to stray But Grief and Shame to have truanted so long Hold my one half Pleasure does t'other seize Pleasure through Custome grown so strong That it with Death dare stand on terms for War or Peace Comiato SONG thou seest me as I am And me more than thou Petrarch sawst of old With an Heart than Ice more cold Ne're to be thaw'd I fear by any Flame But that which in ' its embrace the Universe shall hold Yet Lo I am resolv'd again Once more the great Experiment to try Tho ne're liv'd Man in so much pain With Death or in his Heart or Eye But this my Trouble does renew That what I would I cannot do And what I hate and would not that I vigorously pursue 1668. SONNET Convertimento á Dio. Io son sistanco sotto ' l c. TIR'D and almost or'ecome with th' heavy weight Of my old Sins by Custome grown so strong
Cheats which Ignorance betray III. To make Vile Anagrams was its best Art And lewdly then to descant on the Text Whose Gloss was evermore the dullest part And all the Wit to seem and be perplext IV. Then motly Metaphors at length stole in And that the Poet might his Treasures boast Rubies and Pearls were in each couplet seen And a poor Sonnet would an Empire cost V. But still the Sun to th' hardest Task was prest And wearied with his Journey all Day long I' th' Sea at Night enjoy'd but confus'd rest For less the World could want him than a Song VI. These were the Vices captive Verse obey'd With thousand worse to which it did submit Till you the Enemies weakness open laid And to its ancient Grandure ransom'd it VII 'T was you great Sir who like the Redcrosâ— Knight To save the Damsel Poesy arose Like him did with th' Enchanted Dragon fight And made her Reign a Queen amidst her Foes VIII Wit from your Pen was quite another thing Than what the Ignorant imagin'd it And in your manner skilfully to Sing More than to make rich Rimes and Noises hit IX T was Manly Grave and full of sprit'ely Fire The same that it was sixteen Centuries past Able the very Reader to inspire And whose fixt Monument shall ever last X. But sacred Poesy lay all this while Scorn'd or Neglected as it was before As if it were no Sacriledg to spoil But what from God was once Robb'd to restore XI Any thing for the Temple would suffice No matter how ill drest the Service were To th' Institution it did nearer rise More like th' unpolisht Altar and Goats Hair XII Waiting your help it lay who to redeem The Credit which it long unjustly lost Have rais'd it to a more enlarg'd esteem Lov'd of the best and Courted by the most XIII From you the Jewish Psalmist has receiv'd The latest Glory which he could expect And all who at his barbarous Sufferings griev'd With Pleasure on them thus expir'd reflect XIV You were that Worthy for whom all did look To ' attempt and execute this bold Design Nor was there other Way than what you took By Humane Poesy to restore Divine XV. For as i th' Revolutions of Great States Civility Religion did produce The Muses Kingdoms too have born like Fates By ' you first made Civil then Religious L'Envoy Full often Song I 've griev'd thou staydst at Home Nor kiss'dst those Hands for which thou wert design'd Sure hadst Thou ever to His Presence come The known He ' had lov'd who to th' unknown was kind 1668. To Mr. Isaac Walton Publishing the Life of Mr. George Herbert ODE I. HEAV'NS youngest Son its Benjamin Divinities next Brother Sacred Poesy No longer shall a Virgin reck'ned be What e're with others 't is how e're call'd so by me A Female Muse as were the Nine But full of Vigor Masculine An Essence Male with Angels in shar'd Glories joyn With Angels first the Heav'nly Child was bred And while a Child instructed them to Sing The Praises of th' Immortal King Who Lucifer in Triumph led For as in Chains the Monster sank to Hell And tumbling Headlong down the Precipice fell By Him well shew'd and tutor'd well How art Thou fallen Morning Star they said Too fondly then we ' have fanci'd him a Maid We the vain Brethren of the Riming Trade A Female Angel less would Rafaels skill upbraid II. Thus 't was in Heav'n this Poesies Sex and Age And when He thence to 'our lower World came down He chose a Form most like his own And Jesses youngest Son inspir'd with holy Rage The sprightly Shepherd felt unusual Fire And up he took his Tuneful Lyre He took it up and strook ' it and ' his own soft touches did admire Thou Po'esy on Him didst bestow An Honour shew'd before to none And to prepare his Way to th' Hebrew Throne Gave'st him Thy Empire and Dominion The happy Land of Verse where slow Rivers of Milk and Groves of Laurel grow Wherewith Thou didst adorn his Brow And madst his first most flourishing Triumphal Crown Assist me Thy great Prophets Praise to Sing David the Poets and blest Israels King And with the dancing Eccho let the Mountains ring Then on the Wings of some auspicious Wind Let His great Name from Earth be rais'd on High And in the Starry Volume of the Skie A lasting Record find Be with His mighty Psaltery joyn'd Which taken up long since into the Air And call'd the Harp makes a bright Constellation there III. Worthy it was to be Translated hence And there in view of all Exalted hang To which so oft the Princely Prophet sang And sacred Ora'cles did dispence Tho had it still remain'd below More Wonders of it we e're now had seen How great the mighty Herberts Skill had been Herbert who could so much without it do Herbert who perfectly its Chords did know More perfectly than any Child of Verse does now Ah! had we known him half so well But then my Friend there had been left for you Nothing so fair and worthy Praise to undergo Who so exactly all his Story tell That tho we envy not his Bays Nor all the Piramids Verse can raise Your Hand and Pen we do that eternize his Praise Herhert and Donn again are joyn'd Here below as they ' are above The Friends are in their old Embraces twin'd And since by you that Enterview 's design'd Too weak to part them Death does prove But in one Book they greet again as in one Heav'n they love L'Envoy To Wotton too my Song A kind remembrance Thou dost owe With my Friends Name who made Thee know This great Triumvirate of Verse but long Too long I fear Thou then wouldst be If not o're-born with th' mighty subjects Dignity To the same Mr. Is. Wa. upon the Publication of the Reverend Mr. Richard Hooker's Life ODE I. HAIL Sacred Mother British Church all hail From whose fruitful Loyns have sprung Of Pious Sons so great a throng That Heav'n to ' oppose their force of Strength does fail And lets the mighty Victors o're Almighty Arms prevail How art Thou chang'd from what Thou wert of late When destitute and quite forlorn And scarce a Child of thousands with Thee left to mourn Thy Vail all rent and all Thy Garments torn With Tears Thou didst bewail Thine own and Childrens Fate Too much alas Thou didst resemble then Sion Thy Type Sion in Ashes laid Despis'd forsaken and betray'd Sion Thou dost resemble once again And rais'd like her the Glory of the World art made Threnes to Thee only could that time belong But now Thou art the happy subject of my Song II. Begin my Song and where the doleful Mother sat As it in Vision was the Prophet shown Lamenting with the rest her dearest Son Blest CHARLES who his Fore-fathers has out-run And to the Royal joyn'd the Martyrs brighter Crown Let a new City rise with beauteous State And