that Fools are num'rous Wise-men few Nor was the prudent Moses wish in vain When he of Mans destruction did complain O that unthinking Mortals wou'd be wise And place their End before their heedful eyes Then Sins short pleasures they wou'd soon despise Not yield like Wax to ev'ry Stamp of Vice Wou'd any but a strange besotted Rout Th' Existence of a God deny or doubt These that in sin they may uncheck'd go on Perswade themselves to a belief of None Our very Crimes t' improve our Folly tend And we 're infatuate e're we dare offend Nor does the growing frenzy here give o're But from this Ill runs headlong on to more We Castles build in this inferior Air As if to have Eternal Beings here â—t when unthought-of Death shall snatch us hence â—e then shall own the fond Improvidence â—ith endless and unprofitable toil â—e strive t' enrich and beautifie the Soil â—is Soil which we must leave at last behind â— those for whom our pains were ne're design'd How does our toil resemble Childrens play â—hen they erect an Edifice of Clay â—ow idly busie and imploy'd they are â—ere some bring Straw there others Sticks prepare â—is loads his Cart with Dirt that in a Shell â—ings Water that it may be temper'd well â—nd in their work themselves they fondly pride â—hile Age the childish Fabrick does deride â— on our Work Heav'n with contempt looks down â—nd with a breath our Babel-Tow'r's o'rethrown What strange desire of Gems what thirst of Gold â—hose drops of Rain congeal'd that ripned Mold â—et these so much mens nobler Souls debase â—hat they their bliss in such mean trifles place Ah! foolish Ign'rants can your choice approâ— No more exalted Objects of your love That all your time in their pursuit you spend As if Salvation did on them depend Heav'n may be purchas'd at an easie rate But oh how few bid any thing for That Unthinking Sots that Earth to Heav'n prefer And fading Joys to endless Glory there The Crime of such an inconsid'rate choice Ought not pretend to Pardon ev'n in Boys For They from Counters currant Money know Almost as soon as they have learnt to go But Men oh shame prize counterfeit delightâ— Before the Joys to which kind Heav'n invites Oh! for some Artist to retrieve their sense E're more degrees of Folly they commence But by Heav'ns piercing Eye we are descry'd Which does our sins with Follies Mantle hide He 's pleas'd to wink at Errors too in me And seeing seems as tho he did not see He knows I 've but a slender stock of Wit â—nd want a Guardian too to manage it â— then some kind Protection Lord assign â—his Ideot Soul But 't will be best in Thine Chrysost in Joann Hom. 4. They are no better than Fools who are ever as it were dreaming of earthly things and of short continuance III. Haue mercy upon me O Lord for I am Weak O Lord heal me for my bones are vexed Psal 6. 2 III. â—ave mercy upon me O Lord for I am weak O Lord heal me for my bones are vexed Psal 6. 2. SHall my just grief be querulous or mute Full of Disease of Physick destitute â—ought thy Love so constant heretofore â—at Vows were needless to confirm me more â—d dost thou now absent and slight my pain â—at fault of mine has caus'd this cold Disdain O blest Physitian of my love-sick Soul â—ose sight alone will make thy Patient whole â—ou who hast caus'd canst thou forget my grief â—ich only from its Author seeks relief Shou'd they whose Art gave dying Fame new breath â—d rescu'd their surviving names from Death â—y in whose sight no bold Disease durst stand â— trembling vanish'd at their least command They who each Simples sov'rein Virtue knew And to their ends cou'd well apply them too Shou'd they their skill in tedious Consult try All all wou'd fail to ease my misery All their Prescriptions without Thine are vain Thine only sute the nature of my pain Thou who hast caus'd canst thou forget my griâ— Which only from its Author seeks relief See! my parch'd tongue my bodies flame declaâ— And my quick Pulse proclaims intestine Wars While so much blood 's profusely spent within That not one drop can in my cheeks be seen And the same Pulse that gave the brisk Allarms Beats a dead March in my dejected Arms My Doctors sigh and shrugging take their leave And me to Heav'n and a cold Grave bequeath While more than they the fatal sense I feel Of my lost health and their succesless skill What can the Patient hope when sad despair Discourages the lost Physician 's care â—e subtle Poyson creeps through all my Veins â—nd in my Bones the fierce Infection reigns â—y drooping head flies to my hands for aid â—t by the feeble Props is soon betray'd â—ow my last breath is ready to expire â—nd I must next to Deaths dark Cell retire â—ainly I strive my other pains to tell â—or they alas are unaccountable â— this forlorn unpity'd state I lie â—hile he who can relieve me le ts me die â—y Face is strange and out of knowledg grown â—v'n I am scarce perswaded 't is my own â—y Eyes have shrunk for shelter in my head â—nd on my Cheek the Rose hangs pale and dead â—o pow'r cou'd drive the fierce Disease away â—or force the plundring Conqu'rour from his prey My Wounds But oh that word has pierc'd my heart â—he very mention does renew their smart â—y Wounds gape wide as they wou'd let in Death â—nd make quick passage for my flitting breath Nor can they ev'n the lightest touch endure But dread the hand that wou'd attempt their Câ— For Lord my Wounds are from the Darts of â— That rage and torture my griev'd Soul within Here a hydropick thirst of Riches reigns And there Prides flatuous humor puffs my veins Next frantick Passion plays the Tyrants part And Loves o're-spreading Cancer gnaws my heaâ— Oft' to the learn'd I made my suff'rings known Oft' try'd their skill but found redress from none Not all the virtue of Bethesda's Pool Without thy help could ever make me whole Then to what healing Altar shou'd I fly But that whose prostrate Victims never die To Thee Health-giver to the world I kneel Who most canst pity what thy self didst feel There 's no sound part in all my tortur'd Soul But if thou wilt Lord thou canst make me whole See how by Thieves I spoil'd and wounded am Forget not then thy good Samaritan My fainting Spirits with rich Wine revive And for my Wounds some Balm of Gilead give Then take me home lest if I here remain My Foes return and make thy succour vain Aug. de Verb. Dom. Serm. 55. cap. 55 The whole World from East to West lies very sick but to cure this very sick World there descends an Omnipotent Physician who humbled himself even to the Assumption of a mortal body as if he had gone into the bed of the diseased IV. Look
delight is wanting on this Coast Ha! Said I no delight was wanting here Yes you want All alas you want my Dear Farewell you Stars and you bright Forms adieu My bus'ness here was with my Love not you There 's nothing good below without my Love Nor any thing worth a faint Wish above One World subdu'd the Conqu'ror did deplore That niggard Fate had not allow'd him more My vaster thoughts a thousand Worlds despise Nor lose one wish on such a worthless prize Not all the Universe from Pole to Pole Heav'n Earth and Sea can fill my boundless Soul What neither Earths wide limits can contain Nor the large Empire of the spreading Main Nor Heav'n whose vaster Globe does both inclose â—hat's the sole Object my ambition knows â—ill now alas my Soul at shadows caught â—nd always was deceiv'd in what it sought â—hou Lord alone art Heav'n Earth Sea to me â—hou Lord art All all nothing without Thee Aug. Solil cap. 20. â—hatever is contained within the compass of Heaven is beneath the Soul of Man which was made to enjoy the chiefest Good above in whose possession alone it can be happy Wo is me that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar Psal. 120. 4. VII â—o is me that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar Psal 120. 4. Till does the Sun with usual motion steer The revolutions of the circling Year Gibeons wondrous Solstice is renew'd â—â—en at the mighty Joshua 's beck he stood â— sure his motion 's become retrograde â— â—nce he turn'd the Hebrew Dial's shade â—hy else shou'd I who now am past the age â—ow'd to tread this Worlds unhappy Stage â—y shou'd I be deny'd an Exit now â—e play'd my part and have no more to do â—here on Earth a Blessing to repair â— injurious force of my detainâ—r there â—â— wou'd I welcom any fav'ring death â—ease me of the burthen of my breath By one sure stroke kind Fate my soul reprieve For 't is continual dying here to live Here our chief bliss is an uncertain Joy Which swift vicissitudes of ill destroy Just as the Sun who rising bright and gay In Clouds and Show'rs concludes the weeping day So boisterous gusts oft' tender Flow'rs invade By tempting winds too soon abroad betray'd Here envious of each others settlement All things contend each other to supplant The second minute drives the first away And Night 's impatient to succeed the Day The eager Summer thinks the Spring too long And Autumn frets that Summer is not gone But Autumn 's self to Winter must give way Lest its cold Frosts o'retake and punish his delay Behold you Sea how smooth without a frown See while I speak how curl'd how rough 't is grown Look how serene's the sky how calm the air Now hark it thunders round the Hemisphere This great Inconstancy of human state Corrupts each minute of our happy fate But oh the worst of ills is still behind The rav'nous converse with our beastly kind â—â—re Nature first in anger did intend A plague of Monsters o're the world to send Then brought forth her most brutish Off-spring Men And turn'd each house into a savage den â—â— this rapacious species we may find All that 's destructive in the preying kind Lion Wolf Tyger Bear and Crocodile Strong to devour and cunning to beguile These Beasts are led to prey by appetite And that once pleas'd in no more blood delight But Man like Hell has an insatiate thirst And still is keenest when so full to burst This raises Fraud makes Treach'ry fine and gay While banish'd Justice flies disrob'd away This fills the world with loud allarms of War And turns the peaceful Plough-share to a hostile Spear Who wou'd be slave to such a Tyrant-life That still engages him in noise and strife Long since alas I did my years compleat And serv'd for freedom still deny'd by Fate When I compute to what a price amount My mis-spent days I 'm bankrupt in th' account Oh! what strange frenzy does those men possess Who rashly deem long life a happiness They sure are strangers to the Joys above Who more than Home a wretched Exile love But Heav'n's remote and its far-distant bliss Appears minute to our mistaken eyes Ah! why my Countrey art thou plac'd so far That I am still a tedious wanderer Happier the Exiles of old Heathen Rome Whom only Tyber did divide from home While to remoter banishment design'd A vast Abyss 'twixt Heav'n and me I find The Hebrew slaves in Harvest were set free My Harvest 's come why not my Liberty The swift fore-runner of the welcom Spring Finds after Winters cold a time to sing She who did long in dark recesses lie Now flys abroad and re-salutes the Sky But I still live excluded from above Deny'd the Object of my Bliss and Love Haste haste my God and take me up to Thee There let me live where I was made to be Aug. Serm. 43. There are two tormentors of the Soul which do not torture it together but by turns Their names are Fear and Grief When it is well with you you fear when ill you grieve O wretched man that I am who shall deliver me from the body of this death Rom. 7. 24. VIII O wretched man that I am who shall deliver me from the body of this death Rom. 7. 24. WHere are the lost delights for which I grieve But which my sorrows never shall retrieve Such vast delights but mention not the loss Whose sad remembrance is thy greatest cross And fate is kindest when it robs us so To take away our sense of suffering too On our first Parents folly we exclaim As if They only were as first to blame On Eve and Adam we discharge our rage And thus expose our naked Parentage But I alas condemn not them alone Nor while I mind their fall forget my own With Eve I was consenting to the cheat Impos'd on Adam and helpt him to eat Hence I my nakedness and shame deriv'd And skins of Beasts to cover both receiv'd And from my forfeit Eden justly driv'n The curse of Earth and the contempt of Heav'n Nor do I now the general loss bemoan My grief 's deficient to bewail my own The tragick story from my Birth I 'll take For early grief did my first silence break 'T was Julyes month the gratefull'st of the year Tho all my life December did appear The Twenty-seventh Oh! had it been my last I had not mourn'd nor that made too much haste That was the fatal day that gave me breath Which prov'd almost my teeming Parent 's death And still as then to her alas I 've been A true Benoni not a Benjamin No sooner was I for the Cradle drest But a strange horror all around possest Who with one dire prophetick voice presage Th' attending mis'ries of my growing age Why didst thou give me
upon my adversity and misery and forgive me all my sin Psal. 25. 17. IV. look upon my adversity and misery and forgive me all my sin Psal 25. 17. CAn all my Suff'rings no compassion move And wou'dst thou yet perswade me thou dost love â—ove does by sympathetick pow'r impart â—he Lovers Passions to each others heart â—anst thou behold my grief and seek no way â—or my redress True Love brooks no delay â—ee what a servile Yoak my neck sustains â—hose shame is more afflicting than its pains â—ith any task my Soul wou'd be content â—ut one whose Scandal is a Punishment â—ad my afflictions any parallel â—aught by Example I shou'd bear them well And 't wou'd amidst my woes bring some relief To have more shoulders to support the grief Eor bravest Heroes oft' have felt the weight Of their injurious Step-dame Fortune's hate Thus our fam'd Martyr in his Murd'rers stead Bow'd to a Rebel Ax His Sacred Head While His great Sons Princes of high Renown The Best next Him that e're adorn'd the Crown In an obscure ignoble Banishment Did Their own Fate and Rebels Guilt prevent Sad instances of Man's uncertain state Yet 't is no Crime to be unfortunate But my base Slav'ry is alone my blame And less to be bewail'd with tears than shame And to a heavier sum my woes amount Since I must place them to my own account Like captiv'd Sampson I am driv'n about The drudge and scorn of an insulting Rout. Around I draw the heavy restless Wheel And find my endless task beginning still Within this Circle by strange Magick bound I 'm still in motion yet I gain no ground O! that some usual Labor were injoyn'd And not the Tyrant Vice enslave my mind No weight of Chains cou'd grieve my captive hands Like the loath'd Drudg'ry of its base Commands And this a double mis'ry does contract Ev'n I condemn the hated Ills I act Yet of my Chains I 'm not so weary grown But that I still am putting others on For Sin has always this attending curse To back the first Transgression with a worse And tho I saw the threatning Plague from far Not all the danger cou'd my will deter Thus Vice and Virtue do my Soul divide Like a Ship harast between Wind and Tide Pleasure the Bawd to Vice here draws me in There Grief its Follow'r pulls me back agen Yet Pleasure comes Victorious from the Field And makes my Soul to Vice its homage yield Tho Grief does still with Vice in triumph ride Plac'd like the Slave by the great Conqu'ror's side Thus Vice and Virtue have alternate sway While I with endless labor Both obey And to increase my pains as if too small Thy heavy hand comes in the rear of all And with deep-piercing stroaks corrects that sin Which in it self had more than punish'd been Oh! cast an eye of pity on my grief And use some gentler methods of relief Aug. in Psal 36. I suppose the World is called a Mill because it is turn'd about on the Wheels of Time and grinds and crushes those who most admire it V Remember I beseech thee that thou hast made me as the clay and wilt thou bring me into dust againe Iob. 10. 9. V. Remember I beseech thee that thou hast made me as the clay and wilt thou bring me into dust again Job 10. 9. HAs Providence regard to things below Or does it slight what 't is not pleas'd to know â—at the great Author of this brittle Frame â—rgets from what Original it came Ages to Thee are but as yesterday â—nd canst thou Lord forget thy humble Clay â—rm'd with a touch and quickned with a breath â— one short moment made and doom'd to death â— thou hast this forgot receive from me â—he sad relation of the History â—hen this great Fabrick of the World was rear'd â—nd its Orig'nal Nothing disappear'd â—hen tow'rds the close of the Sixth busie day â—hou with a glance didst the whole Work survey And pleas'd with that fair product of thy Pow'r Wou'dst copy't o're again in Miniature And from a Lump of despicable Earth Gav'st Man the less but Nobler World his Biâ— The Nobler since in his small Frame we view At once the World and its Creator too But things of finest texture first decay And Heav'ns great Master-piece is brittle Clay Ruin'd by that which does its worth advance And dash'd to pieces by the least mischance This frail this transitory thing am I Who only live to learn the way to die So soon shall Fate to its first Matten turn The curious Structure of this living Urn. Thus China-Vessels wrought with Art and Pain Are without either soon reduc'd again Such is th'uncertainty of human state Such the destructive haste of necessary Fate Why then my God does swift-pac'd time betâ— What of it self 's so subject to decay All to the Grave their Centre freely bend And thither prest with their own weight desceâ— â—ate needs not any hasty vi'lence use â— force a motion which unurg'd they choose Did I the Stars more temper'd matter share â—ll they first fell I no decay shou'd fear â— cou'd I like th'unbody'd Angels be â—ke them I 'd triumph o're Mortality â—t I like Insects sure derive my Birth â—m some plebeian putrifying Earth â—y did not Heav'n a brazen temper grant â—hew me from a Rock of Adamant But how dare I with Heav'n expostulate â— blame the frailty of my mortal state â—vain my wise Creator I upbraid â—ce he applauds the work â—d I was only for his pleasure made Rupert in Jerem. lib. 1. cap. 4. â—es the unhappy Clay blaspheme the fingers of its Potter How so because the Potter contracting his â—ingers and striking the Vessel with his whole hand â— is violently dash'd to pieces I have sinned what shall I do unto thee O thou preserver of men why hast thou set me as a mark against thee Iob. 7. 20. VI â— have sinned what shall I do unto thee O thou Preserver ef Men Why hast thou set me as a Mark against thee Job 7. 20. T Is just nor will I longer hide my shame But own my self egregiously to blame â—y sins to such a mighty sum amount â—hat hope of Pardon wou'd increase th' account â—nd the black Cat'logue of their unwip'd score â—alls for more Plagues than Vengeance has in store I own it Lord nor just reproaches fear â—he easi'st punishment I ought to bear â—ere at thy feet I humbly prostrate bow â—nd beg my Sentence from thy mouth to know â—all my own hands dissect my hated Womb â—all I retire alive into my Tomb Shall I with Gifts thy loaden Altar crown Or sacrifice the Beast my self thereon Tho sure my blood wou'd that blest place prophane And give what it shou'd cleanse a fouler stain All this and more if possible to do Wou'd fall far short to pay the Debt Iowe But thou art not severe nor hard to please A God whom Slaughter only can appease Thy Sword has
their lofty heads the Skies Then the pale Flood frightn'd at this Allarm Trembles with dread of the approaching Storm And when the jarring Winds have tost the Sea Whose sev'ral Contests bear a diff'rent sway The parted Ocean suffers a Divorce Driv'n as the Storms the routed Billows force Then a vast Gulph of ruin's opn'd wide And the Ship 's swallow'd in the rapid Tide Or if born on a Tenth imposthum'd Wave The breaking bubble proves its watry Grave Thus the false Ocean treach'rously beguiles And thus in frowns end its deceitful smiles But I suspected not the wheedling Main Nor did of its inconstancy complain I ne're the fury of the Winds did blame Nor on the Tempests boisterous rage exclaim Nor curst the hardy wretch that led the way And taught the world to perish in the Sea My Vessel ne're lanch'd from my native shoar Nor did the Navigator's Art explore I study'd not the Chard nor gave my mind To learn to tack and catch the veering Wind. Too soon these Artists of their skill repent And perish by the Arts they did invent My Life 's the Sea whose treach'ry I declare My self the Vessel toss'd and shipwreck'd there All the loud Storms of the insulting Wind Are restless Passions of my troubled Mind Thus harast in this fluctuating state I pass thro strange Vicissitudes of Fate Deceitful Life whose false serenity Chang'd in a moment ends in misery Thou want'st no sweet allectives to betray But shew'st a charming Beauty ev'ry day While Love and Lust wreck our lost mind within No dang'rous Sands no Rocks without are seen But when a Tide of Vice breaks fiercely in And beats the Soul on fatal Shelves of Sin Then it perceives in what a vast Abyss Sunk by the weight of its own Crimes it lies Oh! that at least like wretched drowning men These sinking Souls wou'd rise and float agen That while their grosser parts do downward move Their pure Devotion wou'd remain above But just as men to whom th' Earths gaping Womb Becomes at once their Murth'rer and their Tomb Or as the wretch beneath some falling Rock At once is kill'd and bury'd with the shock So fare the men by sins swift current born Thoughtless of Heav'n by Heav'n th' are left forlorn See Lord how I with Wind and Tide engage While on each hand a threatning War they wage See how my head is bow'd unto the Grave While I am forc'd to court the drowning Wave Seest thou my Soul lost in a double Death And wilt thou not reprieve my flitting breath Behold O Lord behold and pity me And leave me not to perish in the Sea Be thou my Pylot and my motion guide Then I shall swim in spight of Wind and Tide Ambr. Apolog. post pro David cap. 3. The multitude of our Lusts raise a mighty Tempest which so tosses them that sail in the Ocean of the body that the mind cannot be its own Pylot Oh! that thou would'st hide me in the Grave that thou would'st keep me Secret untill thy wrath be past Iob. 14. 13. XII â—h that thou would'st hide me in the Grave that thou would'st keep me secret until thy wrath be past Job 14. 13. WHo who will grant me a secure retreat Where I may shun thy furies scorching â— heat â—hose piercing flames whene're I call to mind â—ear I can no safe concealment find â—en I desire the covert of the Wood â—here only Beasts range for their savage Food â—en in Earth's Womb wou'd hide my fearful â— head â— in some Rock make my unminded bed Then ev'n by Death I wish my self to save And court the dark recesses of the Grave Or far remote from the fair Orbs of Light Wou'd in thick Darkness dwell and endless Nighâ— When the loud Thunder rouls along the Sky Men to the Lawrels shelter trembling fly In vain alas they hope Protection thence The helpless Tree proves not its own Defence Much less can that a place of Refuge be From an all-seeing angry Deity Thy eyes the closest Solitudes invade And pierce and pry into the darkest shade The wretch who took his Ruin from a Tree In vain with Leaves wou'd hide his shame frâ— Thee For while to shun thy presence he assay'd Ev'n his absconding his offence betray'd In vain alas to Caves and Dens we run We carry with us what we strive to shun The Den that did the Hebrew Captive save When He was freed prov'd his Accusers Grave Nor was Lot's Incest hidden in his Cave As much in vain we court the Earths dark Womb And fly for shelter to the silent Tomb Vengeance ev'n thither will our flight pursue And rise to punish the black ills we do Thus vainly Cain stopt righteous Abel's breath The mouth of Blood was opned by his Death Thus vainly Jonas in the Sea conceal'd His faithless flight ev'n by the Sea reveal'd His living Tomb obey'd Heav'ns great command And cast him back to the forsaken Land A brittle Faith is all the glassy Sea can boast Whose pervious Waves betray what they shou'd cover most Nor can we hope concealment in a Tomb That casts our bones from its o're-burthen'd Womb. In Rocks and Caves we must no trust repose For their own sound the secret will disclose And Leaves and Trees themselves alike will fade And then expose what they were meant to shade Nor Sea nor Land nor Cave nor Den nor Wood Nor Stars nor Heav'n it self can do me good Thou Lord alone canst hide my fearful head Where I no Veng'ance not ev'n Thine can dread Amb. in Jerem. cap. 9. Whither O Adam have thy transgressions led thee that thou shunn'st thy God whom before thou sought'st That Fear betrays thy Crime that Flight thy Prevarication XIII Are not my days few cease then and let me alone that I may bewail my self a little Iob. 10. 20. XIII Are not my days few Cease then and let me alone that I may bewail my self a little Job 10. 20. MUst a few minutes added to my days Be thought a favour beyond thanks or praise Ages indeed might well deserve that name And render my Ingratitude to blame But the increase of a few days to come How little adds it to the slender sum As well the Infant that but treads the Stage Is said to leave it in a good old Age. As well poor Insects may be said to live To whom their Birth-day does their Fun'ral give So fading Flow'rs their hasty minutes count Whose longest hours scarce to one day amount Flow'rs in the morning Boys at noon-tide Men At night with age feeble as Boys agen Thus in one short-liv'd day they bloom and die And all the diff'rence of Mans ages try Wou'd Times o're-hasty Wheels their motion stay And the swift hours not post so fast away The Insects then might lengthen too their Song And the Flow'rs boast their day had been so long But Time is ever hastning to be gone And like a Stream the Year glides swiftly on Successive Months
in its room â—op'd alternate courses in each day â—d that the foul to fairer wou'd give way â—d as the Sun dispels the Clouds of Night â—hen he to Heav'n restores his welcom Light â— as the Moons kind infl'ence brings again â—e refluous motion of the low-ebb'd Main â—â— with insuccesful Augury â—esag'd things so as I wou'd have them be But oh my grief exceeds in length and sum The Widows Tribute at her Husbands Tomb She when the Author of her Joy is gone Is twice-six months confin'd to mourn alone Yet the last half she does not as before Hide her smooth Fore-head in a close Bendore But all my years are in deep mourning spent There 's not a month not one short day exempt No rules give bounds or measure to my woes But their increase like the feign'd Hydra's grow My life so much in sighs and tears is spent It minds that least for which 't was chiefly meant 'T is true Storms often make the Ocean swell But the most violent are shortest still For when with eager fury they engage They lose themselves in their excess of rage And when their Winter-blasts dis-robe the Wood Their Summer-airs make all the trespass good So that while thus the inj'ry they repair The loss proves gainful to the sufferer But grief does all my hapless years imploy Nor grants me one Parenthesis of Joy My Musick is in sighs and groans exprest With my own hands extorted from my breast This sad diversion is my sole delight This my companion of the day and night How oft' have sighs while I my words confin'd Broke Prison and betray'd my troubl'd mind How oft' have I in tears consum'd the day And in complaints pass'd the long night away Oft' you my Friends condemn'd my sorrows so That oft' I labor'd to suppress them too Let loose the reins to mirth you always cry'd To lose the reins alas in vain I try'd For when with laughter I a sigh supprest â—t rais'd a fatal conflict in my breast And if I wish for sleep to close my eyes Still a fresh show'r that envy'd bliss denies Then if I stop its course impetuous grown T will force its way and bear the Sluces down Each Brook whose stream my tears have made to rise Each shady Grove fill'd with my mournful cries Each lonely Vale and ev'ry conscious Hill The kind repeaters of my sorrows still These know the troubles which I wish'd conceâ— Were by loud throbbings of my heart reveal'd Till mov'd with pity of my sad complaint The Ecchoes too grew sorrowfully quaint My secret moans they vented o're again By turns we wept and did by turns complain So mov'd by Progne's lamentable Note Sad Philomel unlocks her mournful throat As if the em'lous Rivals were at strife Whose tongue shou'd best express the height of grâ— The widow'd Turtle so bewails her Mate With grief unalterable as his Fate And so the Stars have my sad life design'd That not one minute shou'd be fair or kind And that my sorrows may not find relief By wanting new occasions for my grief 'T is their decree That as my Infant-breath Began with sighs so I shou'd sigh to death Chrysost in Psal 115. Ought we not worthily to lament who are in a strange Countrey and banish'd to a Climate remote from our Native Soil My soul breaketh out for the very fervent desire that it hath allways to thy Iudgments Psal 119. 20. DESIRES OF THE Religious Soul BOOK the Second I. My soul breaketh out for the very fervent desire that it hath always unto thy Judgments Psal 119. 20. WHile Heav'n and Earth solicite me to love My doubtful choice is puzl'd which t' approve â—eav'n cries obey while Earth proclaims be free â—eav'n urges duty Earth pleads liberty Call'd hence by Heav'n by Earth I 'm call'd agaiâ— Tost like a Vessel on the restless Main These diff'rent Wo'ers a doubtful Combat wage And thus obstruct the choice they wou'd engage Ah! t is enough let my long-harast mind In the best choice a quiet Haven find Oh! my dear God or let me never love Or let me only Thy commands approve 'T is true 't is pleasant to be free to choose And when we will accept when not refuse Freedom of choice endures restraint but ill 'T is usurpation on th' unbounded will So from his Harness loos'd the neighing Steed Hasts to the Pastures where he loves to feed So the glad Ox from the Ploughs burthen freed Runs lowing on to wanton in the Mead And when the Hinde their freedom wou'd revokâ— This scorns his Harness That defies the Yoak For freedom in our choice we count a bliss Eager to choose tho oft' we choose amiss So the young Prodigal impatient grown To manage his entire Estate alone Takes from his prudent Father's frugal care His Stock by that improv'd and thriv'n there But his own Steward made with eager haste He does the slow-gain'd Patrimony waste Till starv'd by riot and with want opprest He feeds with Swine himself the greater Beast Thus in Destruction often we rejoyce Pleas'd with our ruin since it was our choice How do we weary Heav'n with diff'rent Pray'rs The medly sure ridiculous appears One begs a Wife nor thinks a greater bliss Another's earnest to be rid of his This prays for Children That o're-stock'd repines At the too fruitful Issue of his Loins This asks his Father's days may be prolong'd That if his Father lives complains he 's wrong'd This covets to be old while That opprest With Age wou'd of his burthen be releast Scarce in Ten thousand any Two agree Nay some dislike what they just wish'd to be None knows this minute what he shou'd require Since ev'n the next begets a new desire So Women pine with various Longing-fits When Breeding has deprav'd their appetites The humorsom impertinent Disease Makes that which pleas'd them most as much diâ—pleasâ— Oh! why like them grown restless with desire Do my vain thoughts to boundless hopes aspire Be gone false hopes vain wishes anxious fears Hence you disturbers of my peaceful years Oh! my dear God or let me never love Or let me only Thy commands approve For to obey the Precepts giv'n by Thee Exceeds the Worlds pretended liberty Aug. Solil cap. 12. Allure O Lord my desires with thy sweetness which thou hast hid from them that fear thee that they may desire thee with eternal longings lest the inward relish being deceived may mistake bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter II O that my ways were made so direct that I might keep thy Statutes Psal 119. 5. II. O that my ways were made so direct that I might keep thy Statutes Psal 119. 5. IN what a maze of Error do I stray Where various paths confound my doubtful way This to the right That to the left-hand lies Here Vales descend there swelling Mountains rise This has an easie That a rugged way The treach'ry This conceals That does betray But whither these so diff'rent courses go
course My flesh trembleth for fear of thee and I am afraid of thy Iudgments Psal 119. 120. IV. My flesh trembleth for fear of thee and I am afraid of thy Judgments Psal 119. 120. A Dread of Heav'n was by the Ancients taught As the first impress on Man's infant thought â—nd he who understood it best has said â—is the prime step that does to Wisdom lead â—nform'd by this my early childhood grew â—nd to fear Heav'n was the first thing I knew â—ut still such dark Oblivion dull'd my mind â— could not the repeated Alpha find No stripes can punish my neglectful crime â—ho unimprov'd have trifled out my time â—ull Boys by stripes with Learning are inspir'd â—y little pains with industry acquir'd When twice or thrice they read their Letters o're â—hey're as familiar as if known before And tho in colour all alike appear Each is distinguish'd by its Character May I not hope Age will compleat in me The easie task of tender Infancy In many things I no Instructer sought Too apt alas to practise them untaught Why is not Fear as soon imbib'd a Rule So oft' explain'd in Arts Improving School What I shou'd slight still to my shame I fear And slight that most which I shou'd most revere I fear Mans eye when I wou'd act a sin But dread not Heav'n nor the great Judg within For my gross body I am still in fear But my pure Soul partakes not of my care Thus Birds false men of Clouts affrighted shun Yet boldly to the fatal Lime-twigs run Thus the fierce Lion of false fires affraid Flies to the Toils in which he is betray'd Such vanity has mens dark minds o'respread That less the Thunder than the Clap they dread Think Hell a Fable an invented name And count its Fire a harmless lambent flame With brutish rage to blackest ills they run And never fear the wickedness till done But tho this fear did not their Crimes prevent 'T will come too sure to be their punishment Then with strange frights from their lost senses driv'n Their restless thoughts run on offended Heav'n Then sudden fears their watchful limbs allarm And call them from their lonely beds to arm While their own shadows only do them harm Each little thing 's so magnify'd by fear They dread a Lion when a Mouse they hear If in the night they hear a gentle breeze Begin to whisper in the murmuring Trees With hair erect and parboil'd in a sweat They shrink beneath the steaming Coverlet Whene're they see the nimble Lightning flie Or hear the Thunder in the distant Sky They think each flash a messenger of death And at each crack despair of longer breath At every noise they in new fears engage And ruin from each accident presage Thus always of its guilty self afraid The troubled mind's eternally dismay'd Such punishments attend afflicting guilt Which never pain like its own torments felt Thus trembling Cain dreads from each hand he sees The fate his injur'd Brother had from his His crimson Soul with Abel 's Murther stain'd Still with the bloody Scene is entertain'd No more severe correction waits on sin Than its unbrib'd upbraider still within Then with thy Darts Lord frighten me from My fury wants this kind restriction still Fear timely comes before a fault 's begun He fears too late that fears not till 't is done Bernard Serm. 29. The holy Psalmist desires wisely to be smitten and healthfully to be wounded when he prays to be transfix'd with the fear of God for that fear is an excellent Dart that wounds and destroys the lusts of the Flesh that the Spirit may be safe O turn away mine eyes least they behold vanity Psal 119. 37. V. O turn away mine eyes lest they behold vanity Psal 119. 37. IN my high Capitol two Centries still Keep constant watch to guard my Cittadel â— fix'd or wandring Stars I do not know â—ho either epithet becomes them too â—ach from its duty is in rambling lost â—et each maintains immovably its post â—th swift of motion yet both fix'd remain â—hat Sampson this dark Riddle can explain Ev'n You my Eyes are these mysterious Stars â—'d in my head yet daily wanderers Who plac'd in that exalted Tow'r of mine Like Torches in some lofty Pharos shine Or like two Watch-men on some rising place View every near and every distant pass Yet you to me less constant prove by far Than those kind Guides to their Observers are Their favours only with themselves expire Unless the hand that gave recalls their fire Like Horses you too headstrong for the rein Will let no pow'r your rambling course restrain You by whose guidance we shou'd danger shun Betray us to the Rocks on which we run Thus wandring Dina led by your false light Expos'd her Honor to oblige her Sight Thus while Jessides view'd the bathing Dame What cool'd her heat kindl'd in him a flame Her naked Beauty did a conquest-gain Which arm'd Goliah undertook in vain Thus gazing on the Hebrew Matrons eyes Made the Assyrian's head her easie prize Thus the fond Elders by their sight misled Pursu'd the joys of a forbidden bed Nor cou'd their lustful flame be dispossest â—ill with a show'r of weighty stones supprest More ruin'd Souls by these false guides are lost â—han shipwreck'd Vessels on the Indian-Coast Then happy he happy alike and wise â—ho made a timely cov'nant with his eyes â—nd happier he who did his guards disband â—orn from their sockets by his fearless hand So ill false Centries you your charge perform â—u favour the surprize that shou'd the Camp allarm â—d you for this the Capitol obtain â— this the charge of the chief Castle gain â—at you have thus t' inferior Earth betray'd â—an's lofty Soul for nobler Objects made â—d do not rather raise his thoughts on high â—ove the starry arches of the Sky â—t Theatre will entertain his sight â—h various Scenes of suitable delight But you are more on Earth than Heav'n intent And your industrious search is downward bent What shall I do since you unruly grow And will no limits no confinement know Oh! shut the wandrer's up in endless night Or with thy hand dear God contract their sight Aug. Solil cap. 4 Woe to the blind eyes that see not Thee the Sun that enlightens both Heaven and Earth woe to the dim eyes that cannot see Thee woe to them that turn away their eyes from beholding Truth woe to them that turn not away their eyes from beholding Vanity O let my heart be Sound in thy Statutes that I be not ashamed Psal. 119. 80. VI. O let my heart be sound in thy Statutes that I be not ashamed Psal 119. 80. COu'd I but hope my Face wou'd please my Dear That shou'd be all my bus'ness all my care My first concern shou'd for Complexion be The next to keep my skin from freckles free No help of Art or Industry I 'd want No Beauty-water or improving Paint My Dressing-boxes shou'd
loath'd place conspire â—o silence me and hinder your desire â—hall I driv'n far from the Seraphick Choir â—ouch the sweet Nerves of my Caelestial Lire Ah! Fortunes wounded Captive kindly spare My voice has lost its pleasing accents here Sorrow disorders and distorts my face I cannot give my Songs their former grace Shou'd I begin to sing or play 't wou'd be Some doleful Emblem of my misery My thoughts are all on my lost srate intent And close Companions of my Banishment Then why am I desir'd to play or sing Now grief has broke my voice and slackned ev'râ— string Oh! my lov'd Countrey when I think on thee My Lute my Voice my Mind all lose their harmonâ— But if to Thee I happily return Then they shall all rejoyce as much as now thâ— moâ—â— Aug. Medit. cap. 35. â— that I could say such things as the Hymn-singing Choir of Angels How willingly would I powr forth my self in thy praises I charge you O Daughters of Ierusalem if you find my Beloved that you tell him that I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. EXTASIES OF THE Enamour'd Soul BOOK the Third I. I charge you O Daughters of Jerusalem if you find my Beloved that you tell him that I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. BLest Residents on the bright Thrones above Who are transform'd to the sublimest Love To my Belov'd my restless Passion bear And gently whisper 't in his sacred ear To him my sighs my languishments relate Tell him my flame dissolves me with its heat Tell him I pine beneath Loves torrid Zone As withering Flow'rs before the scorching Sun For scattering round his Darts among the rest He shot himself into my love-sick breast Thro all my flesh the Shaft like Lightning stole And with strange infl'ence seiz'd my melting Soâ— Now in a flame unquenchable I burn Which does my breast t'another Aetna turn If a more full account he wou'd receive For Lovers always are inquisitive Tell him how pale how languishing I look And how I fainted when I wou'd have spoke If he enquires what pace my Feaver moves Oh! tell him I no Feaver feel but Love's Or if he asks what danger 's of my death Tell him I cou'd not tell for want of breath Tell him you bring no message sent by me But a relation of my misery Yet if he questions how in death I look Say how my Beauty has my face forsook Thus then delineate me amidst my woe That he my suff'rings and their cause may know Tell him I lie seiz'd with a deadly swoon A bloodless Corps stretch'd on the naked ground Tell him my eyes swim round my dizzy head And on my breast my feeble hand is laid The Corral of my Lips grows sickly pale And on my Cheeks the withering Roses fail My Veins tho chaf'd have lost their azure hue And this decay shews Nature failing too Nor any signs express remaining life But the worst symptoms sighs that vent my grief And yet I cannot any reason feign Why tho unhurt so often I complain I know not why unless the Tyrant Love Compels me thus his mighty Pow'r to prove This this was sure my sorrows only cause I lov'd yet knew not what a Lover was This from my breast extorted frequent fighs Ad prest the tears from my o'reflowing eyes This was the cause that when I strove to frame Remote discourse it ended with his Name Oh! then Tell the lov'd Object of my thought and eye How I his Martyr and his Victim die Distill'd in Loves Alimbeck I expire Parch'd up like Roses by too warm a fire Or dry'd like Lillies which have long in vain Begg'd the refreshment of a gentle Rain Tell Him the cause of all my grief will prove Without his help my Death for oh 't is LOVâ— Rupert in Cant. Tell him That I am sick of Love thro the great desire I have of seeing his face I endure the weariness of life and I can hardly bear the delay of my present Exile Stay me with flagons comfort me with apples for I am sick of Love Cant 2. 5. II. Stay me with flagons comfort me with apples for I am sick of love Cant. 2. 5. HOw strangely Love dost thou my will controul Thou pleasing Tyrant of my captiv'd Soul Oh! wou'dst thou have thy fiery torment last Slacken its heat for I consume too fast On other hearts imply thy Arrows pow'r For mine alas has now no room for more O spare thy own Artill'ry and my breath For the next shaft comes wing'd with certain Death Oh! I am lost and from my self estrang'd To Love my voice to Love my blood is chang'd From part to part insensibly he stole Till the sly Conqu'ror had subdu'd the whole Alas will no one pity my distress Will neither Earth nor Heav'n afford redress Canst Thou the author of my miseries Canst Thou behold me with relentless eyes Oh! haste you bright Inhabitants above My fellow-patients in this charming Love Rifle the Orchards and disrobe the Fields Bring all the Treasure Natures Store-house yields Bind fragrant Rose-buds to my temples first Then with cool apples quench my fiery thirst These may allay the Feaver of my blood Oh no! there 's nothing nothing does me good Against Loves force what Salve can Roses make Since ev'n themselves may hide the pois'nous Snake And Apples sure can small assistance give In one of them th' Old Serpent did deceive O then to slacken this tormenting fire The Rose of Sharon only I desire And for an Apple to asswage my grief Give it oh give it from the Tree of Life Then strow them gently on my Virgin-bed And as the withering Rose declines its head Compos'd to Death's long sleep my rest I 'll take Dream of my Love and in his arms awake Gislen in Cant. cap. 2. â—t is certainly a good languishment when the Disease is not to Death but Life that God may be glorified by it when that Heat and Feaver does not proceed from a consuming but rather from an improving fire My Beloved is mine and I am his he feedeth among the Lillies Cant. 2. 16. III. â—y Beloved is mine and I am his he feedeth among the Lillies Cant. 2. 16. BLest souls whose hearts burn with such equal fire As never but together will expire â—o your content I wou'd not Crowns prefer â—or all Heav'ns blessings are dilated there â—nd when with equal flames two Souls engage â—hat happy minute is Love's Golden age â—uch bliss I wish'd when Love at first possest â—nd rais'd his Standard in my trembling breast â—ow oft' I pray'd Whene're in Love I burn Grant me great Pow'r to find a just return The God return'd this answer to my pray'r â—ove first that Love its breaches may repair â— it thy will Almighty Love I cry'd â—'inlist a Soldier in thy Wars untry'd 'T is true my fellow-Maids have told me long The promis'd Joys of thy adoring throng But oft' my Nurse acquainted with the cheat Told me 't was all
I speak in Pray'rs And he in absence charms my listning ears So by the Loadstones unseen wondrous force The faithful Needle steers the Seamans course Tow'rds its lov'd North it constantly doth rise Helping their way to their extreme surprize So does the Flow'r of Phoebus twice a day Turn tow'rds her Sun and her glad leaves display Fair Cynthia thus regards her Brother's beams Renews her Beauty from his borrow'd flames I am thy Clytie Spouse thou art my Sun I Cynthia always tow'rds thy light must run My Spouse my Helice with longing I Where-e're thou draw'st tow'rds thee in raptures flie What wonder if in mutual Love We burn Since Steel can tow'rds the senseless Loadstone turn Bernard Medit. cap. 9. My heart passes thro many things seeking about where it may take its rest but finds nothing that pleases it till it returns to God My Soul melted as my Beloved Spoke Cant. 5. 6. V. My Soul melted as my Beloved spoke Cant. 5. 6. WHat Hills what Rocks what Desarts have I trod Only for one short view of Thee my God! How for one word from those dear lips of Thine My feet a tiresom Pilgrimage injoyn'd O're craggy Rocks of such stupendious height â—h'ascent does ev'n the climbing Deer afright â—t cannot my unwearied haste delay â—â— mighty Love conducts me all the way â—ho from these heights I all things else descry â—he dear-lov'd Object shuns my longing eye Distracted then thro ev'ry Den I rave Search each Recess and visit ev'ry Cave In vain alas those devious paths I wear I only find thou art a stranger there Sometimes into the open Plain I rove But there am lost in Error as in Love Tow'rds Heav'n I look and thro the Fields coâ—plain But both unkindly answer not again Wandring from thence I find a shady Vale There on my Love but oh in vain I call Not far from hence a close thick Covert grows Where panting Beasts fly for a cool repose Here here said I my Love is laid to rest But oh no sign of Thee was here imprest Then stung with passion and o're-whelm'd â— grief I court the shoar and thence expect relief Here a high Tow'r exalts its lofty head By whose kind light the wandring Seaman's led Here I ascend and view the Ocean round While my complaints o're all the shoar resound â—ell me you Shoars you Seas and tell me true â— not my Love conceal'd in some of You â—â— to each other you wou'd constant be â—iscover and be just to Love and me â—carce had the shoar receiv'd the mournful noise â—hen it return'd a loud redoubled voice â—ut that some sporting Eccho I believe â—â—at fools the wretch'd and dallies with their grief â—gain the shoar I rend the shoar does hear â—nd the kind voice again salutes my ear â— voice a well-known voice 't was Thine my Life â—hose pleasing accents soon dispell'd my grief â—ow I reviv'd One such immortal breath â—d pow'r enough to rescue me from death â—y voice like Lightning unperceiv'd unfelt â— a strange inffence does th' affections melt â— thy Disciples hearts were fir'd within â—en on the way thou didst discourse begin â—e secret charms of Thy prevailing voice â—us'd unaccountable yet mighty Joys â—as the same heav'nly sound that answer'd me â—d all dissolv'd me into Extasie That kindled such a fire within my Soul Whose ardent heat an Ocean cannot cool See how my melting passions drop and run Like Virgin-wax before the scorching Sun O might I be so blest to mix with Thee Our Life the same the same our Love shou'd â—e Aug. Solil cap. 34. What is this that I feel what fire is it that warms my heart what light is it that enlightens it O thou fire which always burnest and art never extinguished do thou inflame me Whom have I in Heaven but thee and there is none upon Earth that I desire in Comparison of thee Psal. 73. 24. VI. â—hom have I in Heaven but Thee and there is none upon Earth that I desire in comparison of Thee Psal 73. 24. WHat shall I seek great God in Heav'n above The Earth or Sea whereon to fix my love â—o I shou'd ransack Heav'n the Earth and Sea â—l they can boast is nothing without Thee I know what mighty Joys in Heav'n abound â—hat Treasures in the Earth and Sea are found â—et without Thee my Love t' enrich their store â—l all their glories are but mean and poor â— Heav'n O Earth O vast capacious Main â—ree famous Realms where Wealth and Plenty reign â—o in one heap your triple pleasures lay â—ey were no pleasures were my Love away My thoughts I own have often rang'd the Deep Search'd Earth and Heav'n and in no bounds wou'â— keep But when they rambled the Creation round No equal Object in the Whole they found Sometimes I thought to rip the pregnant Earth And give its rich and long-born burthen birth Gold Silver Brass seeds of the shining vein And each bright product of the fertile Mine For these we dig and tear our Mothers Womb Till for our boundless Treasures we want room To what advantage Tho o're-charg'd with Gold Your bursting Coffers can't their burthen hold Yet this can ne're your troubled mind appease Nor buy your sorrows ev'n a minutes ease Here disappointed to the Deep I go Whose low recesses the scorch'd Indians know Pleas'd with its Gemmy store my self to load I dive and visit its conceal'd abode Then the scarce Burret seek whose bloods rich dyâ— Is the great Ornament of Majesty Then scatter'd Pearls I gather on the shoar Where rich Hydaspes casts his shining store Alas these Jewels brought from several Coasts All that each River or the Ocean boasts The Saphyr Jasper and the Chrysolite Can't quench my thirst or stay my appetite Then since the Earth and Sea content deny Heav'ns lofty Fabrick I resolve to try With wonder I the vast Machine survey With glorious Stars all studded bright and gay Amaz'd their still unalter'd course I view And how their daily motion they renew But among all the Pensile-fires above None warm'd my breast none rais'd my Soul to love But I beheld at distance from below Then farewell Earth up to their Orbs I go Now less'ning Cities leave my distant sight And now the Earths whole Globe is vanish'd quite Above the Sun and Planets I am born And their inferior Influences scorn Now the bright pavement of the Stars I tread Once the high cov'ring of my humble head Now o're the lofty flaming Wall I flie And Heav'ns bright Court lies open to my eye Now curious Crowds of the wing'd Choir above Tow'rds the new guest with dazling splendor movâ— Hymns well compos'd to Airs Divine they sing New tune their Harps and scrue up ev'ry string Then in brisk Notes triumphant Anthems play While Heav'n resounds as if 't were Holy-day O glorious Mansions fill'd with shining fires O Courts fit only for your Starry Choirs My ravish'd Soul 's in strange amazement lost Sure no
life more fatal day Than that which took th' Aegyptian Males away No more be numbred in the Calender But in thy place let a large blot appear Or if thou must thy annual station keep Let each hour thunder and each minute weep Let as on Cain some mark be fix'd on Thee That giving life didst worse than murder me Now Friends I find your fatal Aug'ry true My woes each other like my hours pursue Hence the large sources of my tears arise And no dry minute wipes my flowing eyes No sooner had I left my childish plays The harmless pastimes of my happy days Now past a child yet still in Judgment so I study'd first what I was not to know And my first grief was to lament my fate And yet 't was seldom I had time for that My stubborn Soul a long resistance made Impatient thus by Nature to be sway'd Oft' strove to Heav'n to raise its lofty flight As oft' supprest by its gross body's weight But what it cou'd not reach its eyes pursue Then it cry'd Ah God! then shed a briny dew Twice more it wou'd repeat the pleasing noise But struggling sighs restrain'd th'impris'n'd voice Such sure were felt in Babels Monarch's breast When of his Throne and Nature dispossest But conquer'd patience yields at last to grief And thus I vent my wo and beg relief Blest Author of my life hear my complaint And free this captive from its loath'd restraint Speak but the word thy Servant shall be free Thou mad'st me thus o thus unbody me Or if thou wilt not this relief afford Grant some kind Poyson or some friendly Sword Dying I 'll hug the Author of my Death And beg his pardon with my-latest breath But to save man the guilt send some Disease Death in the most afrighting shape will please Were I to act Perillus scorching Scene I shou'd rejoyce to hear my self complain Oh Heav'n my patience is o'recome by grief Is there above no succour no relief The mercy Death is all I thee implore Lord grant it soon lest I blaspheme thy pow'r When for dispatch tormented wretches pray No cruelty's so barbarous as delay Why am I to this noisom carcase ty'd Whose stench is death in all its ghastly pride Then speak the word and I shall soon be free Thou form'dst me thus o thus unbody me Amb. in Psal 118. How does that Soul live that is inclosed in a covering of death I am in a straight between two having a desire to be dissolved and to be with Christ. Philip. 1. 23. IX â— am in a straight between two having a desire to be dissolved and to be with Christ Philip. 1. 23. HOw shall I do to fix my doubtful love Shall I remain below or soar above â—ere Earth detains me and retards my flight â—here Heav'n invites me to sublime delight â—â—av'n calls aloud and bids me haste away â—hile Earth allures and gently whispers stay â—ut hence thou sly Inchantress of my heart â—l break thy fetters and despise thy art â—aste haste kind Fate unlock my Prison door â—ere I releas'd how I aloft wou'd soar â—ee Lord my struggling arms tow'rds Thee are sent â—nd strive to grasp thee in their wide extent â—â— had I pow'r to mount above the Pole â—â— kiss the Centre of my longing Soul But thou above derid'st my weak designs And still opposest what thy word injoyns Vainly I beg what thou dost still deny And stretch my hands toreach what 's plac'd too high Oft' to my self false Joys of Thee I feign And think thou kindly com'st to break my Chain Now now I cry my Soul shall soar above But this alas was all dissembled love Sure this belief some pity might obtain Thou shou'dst at least for this have broke my Chain But if I 'm still confin'd my wings I 'll try And if I fail in high attempts I die But see He comes and as he glides along He beckons me and seems to say come on I 'll rise and flie into his lov'd embrace And snatch a kiss a thousand from his face Now now he 's near his sacred Robe I touch And I shall grasp him at the next approach But he alas has mock'd my vain design And fled these arms these slighted arms of mine For tho the distance ne're so little be It seems th' Extremes of the vast Globe to me Thus does my Love my longing tantalize And bids me follow while too fast he flies Thus sportive Love delights in little cheats Which oft' are punish'd with severe deceits The World has an Original in me To paint deluded Lovers misery And he who has his easie Fair betray'd Finds all his falshood with large Int'rest paid I ne're suspected thou cou'dst faithless be But sad experience has instructed me As a chain'd Mastiff begging to be loose With restless howlings fills the deafned house But if deny'd his teeth the Chain engage And vent on that their inoffensive rage So I complain petition to be freed And humbly prostrate beg the help I need But when you frown and my request deny Deaf as the Rocks to my repeated cry Then I against my hated Clog exclaim And on my Chain lay all the guilty blame Thus grief pretends by giving passion vent To ease the pain of my Imprisonment But I unjustly blame my Chain alone And spare the cruel hand that ty'd it on Well might the barb'rous load of Chains I bear Become a Renegado slave to wear But why this harsh ill usage Love to me Whose whole endeavour is to come to Thee But when my Soul attempts a lofty flight T is still supprest by a gross bodies weight So fare young Birds by Nature wing'd in vain Whom sportful Boys with scanty twines restrain When eager to retrieve their native air They rise a little height and flutter there But having to their utmost limits flown The more they strive to mount they fall the faste dowâ— Each tho it sleeps in its young Tyrants breast And is with Banquets from his lips carest Yet prizes more the freedom of the Wood Than all the Dainties of its dear-bought food Could tears dissolve my Chains O with what ease â—'d weep a Deluge for a quick release But tears are vain reach Lord thy hands to me And in return I 'll streach my Chains to thee Thou canst unty these stubborn bands alone Oh! do thou take them off because thou putst them on Chrysost hom 55. ad pop Antioch How long shall we be fastned here we stick to the Earth as if we should always live there we wallow in the mire God gave us bodies of earth that we should carry them to Heaven not that we should by them debase our Souls to the Earth Bring my Soul out of prison that I may praise thy name Psal. 142. 9. X. Bring my Soul out of prison that I may praise thy name Psal 142. 9. I Who did once thro th'airs wide Regions rove Free Denizon of the vast Realm above Now to a
revel on the tender grass Then for the liquid Stream exchange the Shoar And dally there as wanton as before But wearied thence their moistned wings they rear To take their wild diversion in the Air. Sure these to rule the triple World were sent And denizon'd of every Element But Man excluded both the Sea and Air Can make small use of his Dominion there Nor yet repine I that the Earth's alone Man's Element since I desire but One My whole ambition 's to exchange my place Tho with the meanest of the feather'd Race Grant me but wings that I may upwards soar I 'll forfeit them if e're I covet more Nor canst thou Lord my just petition blame When thou regard'st the end of all my aim The Miserie 's below and Joys above Recall from hence and thither point my love The Earth alas â—o settled station knows So fast the deluge of its ruine flows Numberless troubles and calamities Increase the Flood too apt it self to rise Tir'd with long flight my weary Soul can meet No friendly bough to entertain her feet Here no blest sign of Peace or Plenty is All lie o'rewhelm'd in the profound Abyss O whither then shall I for safety go I must not hope so great a good below Vainly to Honor or to Wealth I fly These cannot be their own security My sole dependance is the Sacred Ark There there my Soul in safety may embarque Thou sent'st her thence Lord call her home again And stretch thy favouring hand to take her in But she 's alas too weak for such a flight Her flagging wings are baffled by its height Wou'dst thou vouchsafe to imp them she wou'd fly And brave the tow'ring Monarch of the Sky Then she wou'd haste to her eternal Rest And build above the Clouds her lofty Nest There basking in the splendor of thy beams Be all imploy'd on bright Angelick Themes In which th' adultrate World shall have no part That sly Debaucher of my wandring heart But in Seraphick Flames for Thee I 'll burn And never never think of a return Amb. Hom. 7. Nothing can fly but what is pure light and subtile and whose purity is not corrupted by intemperance nor its cheerfulness nor swiftness retarded by any weight O how amiable are thy Tabernacles thou Lord of Hosts Psal. 84. 1. XIV O how amiable are thy Tabernacles thou Lord of Hosts Psal 84. 1. GReat Leader of the Starry Hosts that stand In shining order on thy either hand Such bright magnificence adorns Thy Throne That hence my ravish'd Soul wou'd fain be gone To offer there her low Devotion Hail glorious Palace which a lofty Mound Of shining Jasper closely does surround Where the blew Saphyre and clear Chrysolite At once astonish and affect the sight Where sparkling Topas-thresholds kiss the feet Of all who come tow'rds the Almighty's seat â—y doors of dazling Adamant let in Where Golden Roofs on Emerald Pillars shine This lofty Structure this divine Abode Becomes the Presence of its Founder-God Here purest Airs fann'd in by Angels wings Breathe all the Odors of ten thousand Springs Here no benumming Frosts dare once be rude Nor piercing Snows within these Courts intrude The torrid Zone is far remote from hence This Climate feels a gentler influence This true Elizium's pleasures ne're decay Whose time is all but one eternal day Bright Resident of the Coelestial Spheres How despicable's Earth when Heav'n appears The very name of grief 's a stranger here And nothing can beget a thought of fear Here undisturb'd Tranquility presides And entrance to all jarring Foes forbids Hence every Passion Frailty and Disease All that may injure trouble or displease All that may discompose th' exalted mind Are to eternal banishment confin'd Bright Resident of the Coelestial Spheres How despicable's Earth when Heav'n appears Hear feasting Souls perpetual Revels keep And never are concern'd for food or sleep With indefatigable Zeal they move Born on the wings of Duty and of Love Dissolv'd in Hymns here Choirs of Angels lie And with loud Halelujah 's fill the Sky Here new-come Saints with wreaths of light are crown'd While Ivory Flutes and Silver Trumpets sound Here blushing Cherubs sacred Hymns begin And smiling Seraphs loud Responses sing While echoing Angels the blest Airs retort Follow'd by a loud Chorus of the Universal Court While to compleat the Musick of the Choir The Royal Psalmist tunes his Sacred Lyre Such was the mighty Joy when they caress'd The Royal CHARLES their late-ascended Guest Such Songs of Triumph fill'd Heav'ns space around When they beheld our God-like Sovereign crown'd Him for whose safety they were oft imploy'd And blest the grateful Orders they obey'd Him for whose sake they did loud Storms asswage And still'd the more tumultuous Peoples rage Knowing His Reign such Blessings wou'd dispence To make their pains a glorious recompence And having crown'd at last the Royal Heir Applaud the blest effect of Providences care O that my ravish'd Soul cou'd mount the Skies To hear the Musick of their Psalmodies The meanest seat in this bright Court I 'd chuse Before the best Preferment Earth bestows For one short days sublime injoyment here Exceeds an Age of the chief Pleasure there Blest Resident of the Coelestial Spheres How despicable's Earth when Heav'n appears Haste then my Soul to those those blest Mansions fly With those bright Objects please thy wondring eye With their sweet Airs fill thy attentive ear Till thou hast learnt to chant forth Anthems there Then thou instructed in the heav'nly Art Maist in their Consort bear an humble part Bonavent Solil cap. 4. my Soul what can I say when I behold the Joy to come I am lost in admiration because the Joy will be within and without above and below about and beside us Make hast my Beloved and be like the Roe or the young Hart upon the mountains of Spices Cant. 8. 14. XV. Make haste my Beloved and be like the Roe or the young Hart upon the Mountains of Spices Cant. 8. 14. HAste my bright Sun haste from my dazled sight Too tender to endure thy streaming light How does my tongue my love-sick soul betray This bids him fly whom that wou'd beg to stay For why shou'd I his absence thus engage Which grant will make each tedious hour an Age Yet his too scorching beams forbid his stay Fly then my Love or lay those beams away Hadst thou on me this harsh Injunction laid The killing sound at once had struck me dead But thy own flame not I will have it so I shou'd be Ages in pronouncing Go. I wou'd not wish what now I do intreat Then stay and let me not persuade thee yet Stay stay my Life and turn the deafned ear Sure what I wou'd not speak you shou'd not hear Hence let the wind my feign'd Petition bear 'T was fear not I that form'd the hasty Pray'r Yet oh this melting heat forbids your stay Fly fly my Love I burn if you delay O let your haste outstrip the hunted Hind But that 's too slow fly like the nimble Wind Fly till thou leav'st ev'n flagging thought behind Yet in thy flight a longing look bestow A speaking glance to shew thee loath to go But that once cast renew your speed away Fly fly my Love there 's death in your delay Behold those lofty Sky-saluting Hills Where rich Perfume from weeping Trees distills Where Lawrels Cedars and soft Myrtles grow And all the Spice Arabia does bestow To their high tops direct thy nimble flight Till thou like them art vanish'd from my sight Fly to the heights where the young Seraphs sing And the gay Cherubs exercise their wings Fly till the Stars appear as much below Thy station as they are above it now Those places are inur'd to heat and fire And what I dread is what they most desire One Spark's sufficient to inflame my Soul Oh! do not then consume me with the whole Then let thy haste the hunted Hind out-go And yet methinks thou shou'dst not leave me so Yet fly so that thou maist look often back Nor from my sight too far a Journey take But keep such distance as the glorious Sun When with most light he guilds the pale-fac'd Moon Ah! this discov'ry of my Soul forgive I cannot with thee nor without thee live If thou art near I burn remote I freeze And either distance does alike displease Then so approach me Lord I thee desire That I may feel thy warmth but not thy fire Fly then my Life fast as the hunted Deer But go no more too far than stay too near And when th' art gone on reedy Pipes I 'll play And sing thy Praises in an amorous Lay And when I 've wearied out the tedious night With a new task I will my self delight I 'll carve at large on every spreading Tree Our Loves Original and History My o're-plus time I 'll dedicate to sleep Yet still my waking thoughts lov'd Object keep But see how while I speak I melt away Haste your ungrateful flight without delay Yet go as tho you this departure mourn And all your haste were for a quick return Amb. de bono Mortis cap. 5. The Soul desires that her Beloved would be gone because now she is able to follow him in his flight FINIS