or Free Can Interdict us from those Joys That wait on thee The Law and Ceremonies made A glorious night Where Stars and Clouds both light and shade Had equal right But as in nature when the day Breaks night adjourns Stars shut up shop mists pack away And the Moon mourns So when the Sun of righteousness Did once appear That Scene was chang'd and a new dresse Left for us here Veiles became useles Altars fel Fires smoking die And all that sacred pomp and shel Of things did flie Then did he shine forth whose sad fall And bitter fights Were figur'd in those mystical And Cloudie Rites And as i' th' natural Sun these three Light motion heat So are now Faith Hope Charity Through him Compleat Faith spans up blisse what sin and death Put us quite from Lest we should run for 't out of breath Faith bring us home So that I need no more but say I do believe And my most loving Lord straitway doth answer Live The Dawning AH what time wilt thou come when shall that crie The Bridegroome 's Comming fil the sky Shall it in the Evening run When our words and works are done Or wil thy all-surprizing light Break at midnight When either sleep or some dark pleasure Possesseth mad man without measure Or shal these early fragrant hours Unlock thy bowres And with their blush of light descry Thy locks crown'd with eternitie Indeed it is the only time That with thy glory doth best chime All now are stirring ev'ry field Ful hymns doth yield The whole Creation shakes off night And for thy shadow looks the light Stars now vanish without number Sleepie Planets set and slumber The pursie Clouds disband and scatter All expect some sudden matter Not one beam triumphs but from far That morning-star O at what time soever thou Unknown to us the heavens wilt bow And with thy Angels in the Van Descend to Judge poor careless man Grant I may not like puddle lie In a Corrupt securitie Where if a traveller water crave He finds it dead and in a grave But as this restless vocall Spring All day and night doth run and sing And though here born yet is acquainted Elsewhere and flowing keeps untainted So let me all my busie age In thy free services ingage And though while here of force I must Have Commerce somtimes with poor dust And in my flesh though vile and low As this doth in her Channel flow Yet let my Course my aym my Love And chief acquaintance be above So when that day and hour shal come In which thy self wil be the Sun Thou 'lt find me drest and on my way Watching the Break of thy great day Admission HOw shril are silent tears when sin got head And all my Bowels turn'd To brasse and iron when my stock lay dead And all my powers mourn'd Then did these drops for Marble sweats And Rocks have tears As rain here at our windows beats Chide in thine Ears 2. No quiet couldst thou have nor didst thou wink And let thy Begger lie But e'r my eies could overflow their brink Didst to each drop reply Bowels of Love at what low rate And slight a price Dost thou relieve us at thy gate And stil our Cries 3. Wee are thy Infants and suck thee If thou But hide or turn thy face Because where thou art yet we cannot go We send tears to the place These find thee out and though our sins Drove thee away Yet with thy love that absence wins Us double pay 4. O give me then a thankful heart a heart After thy own not mine So after thine that all and ev'ry part Of mine may wait on thine O hear yet not my tears alone Hear now a floud A floud that drowns both tears and grones My Saviours bloud Praise KIng of Comforts King of life Thou hast cheer'd me And when fears and doubts were rife Thou hast cleer'd me Not a nook in all my Breast But thou fill'st it Not a thought that breaks my rest But thou kill'st it Wherefore with my utmost strength I wil praise thee And as thou giv'st line and length I wil raise thee Day and night not once a day I will blesse thee And my soul in new array I will dresse thee Not one minute in the year But I 'l mind thee As my seal and bracelet here I wil bind thee In thy word as if in heaven I wil rest me And thy promise ' til made even There shall feast me Then thy sayings all my life They shal please me And thy bloudy wounds and strife They wil ease me With thy grones my daily breath I will measure And my life hid in thy death I will treasure Though then thou art Past thought of heart All perfect fulness And canst no whit Accesse admit From dust and dulness Yet to thy name as not the same With thy bright Essence Our foul Clay hands At thy Commands Bring praise and Incense If then dread Lord When to thy board Thy wretch comes begging He hath a flowre Or to his pow'r Some such poor Off'ring When thou hast made Thy begger glad And fill'd his bosome Let him though poor Strow at thy door That one poor Blossome Dressing O Thou that lovest a pure and whitend soul That feedst among the Lillies 'till the day Break and the shadows flee touch with one Coal My frozen heart and with thy secret key Open my desolate rooms my gloomie Brest With thy cleer fire refine burning to dust These dark Confusions that within me nest And soyl thy Temple with a sinful rust Thou holy harmless undefil'd high-priest The perfect ful oblation for all sin Whose glorious conquest nothing can resist But even in babes doest triumph still and win Give to thy wretched one Thy mysticall Communion That absent he may see Live die and rise with thee Let him so follow here that in the end He may take thee as thou doest him intend Give him thy private seal Earnest and sign Thy gifts so deal That these forerunners here May make the future cleer Whatever thou dost bid let faith make good Bread for thy body and Wine for thy blood Give him with pitty love Two flowres that grew with thee above Love that shal not admit Anger for one short fit And pitty of such a divine extent That may thy members more than mine resent Give me my God! thy grace The beams and brightnes of thy face That never like a beast I take thy sacred feast Or the dread mysteries of thy blest bloud Use with like Custome as my Kitchin food Some sit to thee and eat Thy body as their Common meat O let not me do so Poor dust should ly still low Then kneel my soul and body kneel and bow If Saints and Angels fal down much more thou Easter-day THou whose sad heart and weeping head lyes low Whose Cloudy brest cold damps invade Who never feel'st the Sun nor smooth'st thy brow But sitt'st oppressed in the
Authoris de se Emblema TEntasti fateor sine vulnere soepius me Consultū voluit Vox sine voce frequens Ambivit placido divinior aur a meatu Et frustrà sancto murmure praemonuit Sur dus eram mutusqueSilex Tu quanta tuorum Cura tibi est aliâ das renovare viâ Permutas Curam Iamque irritatus Amorem Posse negas vim Vi superare paras Accedis propior molemque Saxea rumpis Pectora fitqueCaro quod fuit ante Lapis En lacerum Coelosque tuos ardentia tandem Fragmenta liquidas ex Adamante genas Sic olim undantes Petras Scopulosque vomentes Curâsti O populi providus usque tui Quam Miranda tibi manus est Moriendo revixi Et fractas jam sum ditior inter opes Silex Scintillans or SACRED POEMS and Private Eiaculations By Henry Vaughan Silurist LONDON Printed by T W. for H. Blunden at ye Castle in Cornehill 1650 The Dedication MY God thou that didst dye for me These thy deaths fruits I offer thee Death that to me was life and light But darke and deep pangs to thy sight Some drops of thy all-quickning bloud Fell on my heart these made it bud And put forth thus though Lord before The ground was curs'd and void of store Indeed I had some here to hire Which long resisted thy desire That ston'd thy Servants and did move To have thee murther'd for thy Love But Lord I have expell'd them and so bent Begge thou wouldst take thy Tenants Rent Silex Scintillans c. Regeneration A Ward and still in bonds one day I stole abroad It was high-spring and all the way Primros'd and hung with shade Yet was it frost within And surly winds Blasted my infant buds and sinne Like Clouds ecclips'd my mind 2. Storm'd thus I straight perceiv'd my spring Meere stage and show My walke a monstrous mountain'd thing Rough-cast with Rocks and snow And as a Pilgrims Eye Far from reliefe Measures the melancholy skye Then drops and rains for griefe 3. So sigh'd I upwards still at last 'Twixt steps and falls I reach'd the pinacle where plac'd I found a paire of scales I tooke them up and layd In th'one late paines The other smoake and pleasures weigh'd But prov'd the heavier graines 4. With that some cryed Away straight I Obey'd and led Full East a faire fresh field could spy Some call'd it Jacobs Bed A Virgin-soile which no Rude feet ere trod Where since he stept there only go Prophets and friends of God 5. Here I repos'd but scarse well set A grove descryed Of stately height whose branches met And mixt on every side I entred and once in Amaz'd to see 't Found all was chang'd and a new spring Did all my senses greet 6. The unthrift Sunne shot vitall gold A thousand peeces And heaven its azure did unfold Checqur'd with snowie fleeces The aire was all in spice And every bush A garland wore Thus fed my Eyes But all the Eare lay hush 7. Only a little Fountain lent Some use for Eares And on the dumbe shades language spent The Musick of her teares I drew her neere and found The Cisterne full Of divers stones some bright and round Others ill-shap'd and dull 8. The first pray marke as quick as light Danc'd through the floud But th' last more heavy then the night Nail'd to the Center stood I wonder'd much but tyr'd At last with thought My restless Eye that still desir'd As strange an object brought 9. It was a banke of flowers where I descried Though 't was mid-day Some fast asleepe others broad-eyed And taking in the Ray Here musing long I heard A rushing wind Which still increas'd but whence it stirr'd No where I could not find 10. I turn'd me round and to each shade Dispatch'd an Eye To see if any leafe had made Least motion or Reply But while I listning sought My mind to ease By knowing where 't was or where not It whisper'd where I please Lord then said I On me one breath And let me dye before my death Cant. Cap. 5. ver. 17. Arise O North and come thou South-wind and blow upon my garden that the spices thereof may flow out Death A Dialogue Soule 'T Is a sad Land that in one day Hath dull'd thee thus when death shall freeze Thy bloud to Ice and thou must stay Tenant for Yeares and Centuries How wilt thou brook 't Body I cannot tell But if all sence wings not with thee And something still be left the dead I 'le wish my Curtaines off to free Me from so darke and sad a bed A neast of nights a gloomie sphere Where shadowes thicken and the Cloud Sits on the Suns brow all the yeare And nothing moves without a shrowd Soule 'T is so But as thou sawest that night Wee travell'd in our first attempts Were dull and blind but Custome straight Our feares and falls brought to contempt Then when the gastly twelve was past We breath'd still for a blushing East And bad the lazie Sunne make hast And on sure hopes though long did feast But when we saw the Clouds to crack And in those Cranies light appear'd We thought the day then was not slack And pleas'd our selves with what wee feard Just so it is in death But thou Shalt in thy mothers bosome sleepe Whilst I each minute grone to know How neere Redemption creepes Then shall wee meet to mixe again and met 'T is last good-night our Sunne shall never set Job Cap 10. ver. 21.22 Before I goe whence I shall not returne even to the land of darknesse and the shadow of death A Land of darknesse as darkenesse it selfe and of the shadow of death without any order and where the light is as darknesse Resurrection and Immortality Heb. cap. 10. ve 20. By that new and living way which he hath prepared for us through the veile which is his flesh Body 1. OFt have I seen when that renewing breath That binds and loosens death Inspir'd a quickning power through the dead Creatures a bed Some drowsie silk-worme creepe From that long sleepe And in weake infant hummings chime and knell About her silent Cell Untill at last full with the vitall Ray She wing'd away And proud with life and sence Heav'ns rich Expence Esteem'd vaine things of two whole Elements As meane and span-extents Shall I then thinke such providence will be Lesse friend to me Or that he can endure to be unjust Who keeps his Covenant even with our dust Soule 2. Poore querulous handfull was 't for this I taught thee all that is Unbowel'd nature shew'd thee her recruits And Change of suits And how of death we make A meere mistake For no thing can to Nothing fall but still Incorporates by skill And then returns and from the wombe of things Such treasure brings As Phenix-like renew'th Both life and youth For a preserving spirit doth still passe Untainted through this Masse Which doth resolve produce and ripen
ver. 35. Watch you therefore for you know not when the master of the house commeth at Even or at mid-night or at the Cock-crowing or in the morning Mans fall and Recovery FArewell you Everlasting hills I 'm Cast Here under Clouds where stormes and tempests blast This sully'd flowre Rob'd of your Calme nor can I ever make Transplanted thus one leafe of his t' awake But ev'ry houre He sleepes and droops and in this drowsie state Leaves me a slave to passions and my fate Besides I 've lost A traine of lights which in these Sun-shine dayes Were my sure guides and only with me stayes Unto my cost One sullen beame whose charge is to dispense More punishment than knowledge to my sense Two thousand yeares I sojourn'd thus at last Jeshuruns king Those famous tables did from Sinai bring These swell'd my feares Guilts trespasses and all this Inward Awe For sinne tooke strength and vigour from the Law Yet have I found A plenteous way thanks to that holy one To cancell all that e're was writ in stone His saving wound Wept bloud that broke this Adamant and gave To sinners Confidence life to the grave This makes me span My fathers journeys and in one faire step O're all their pilgrimage and labours leap For God made man Reduc'd th' Extent of works of faith so made Of their Red Sea a Spring I wash they wade Rom. Cap. 18. ver. 19. As by the offence of one the fault came on all men to condemnation So by the Righteousness of one the benefit abounded towards all men to the Iustification of life The Showre 'T Was so I saw thy birth That drowsie Lake From her faint bosome breath'd thee the disease Of her sick waters and Infectious Ease But now at Even Too grosse for heaven Thou fall'st in teares and weep'st for thy mistake 2. Ah! it is so with me oft have I prest Heaven with a lazie breath but fruitles this Peirc'd not Love only can with quick accesse Unlock the way When all else stray The smoke and Exhalations of the brest 3. Yet if as thou doest melt and with thy traine Of drops make soft the Earth my eyes could weep O're my hard heart that 's bound up and asleep Perhaps at last Some such showres past My God would give a Sun-shine after raine Distraction O Knit me that am crumbled dust the heape Is all dispers'd and cheape Give for a handfull but a thought And it is bought Hadst thou Made me a starre a pearle or a rain-bow The beames I then had shot My light had lessend not But now I find my selfe the lesse the more I grow The world Is full of voices Man is call'd and hurl'd By each he answers all Knows ev'ry note and call Hence still Fresh dotage tempts or old usurps his will Yet hadst thou clipt my wings when Coffin'd in This quicken'd masse of sinne And saved that light which freely thou Didst then bestow I feare I should have spurn'd and said thou didst forbeare Or that thy store was lesse But now since thou didst blesse So much I grieve my God! that thou hast made me such I grieve O yes thou know'st I doe Come and releive And tamâ— and keepe downe with thy light Dust that would rise and dimme my sight Lest left alone too long Amidst the noise and throng Oppressed I Striving to save the whole by parcells dye The Pursuite LOrd what a busie restles thing Hast thou made man Each day and houre he is on wing Rests not a span Then having lost the Sunne and light By clouds surpriz'd He keepes a Commerce in the night With aire disguis'd Hadst thou given to this active dust A state untir'd The lost Sonne had not left the huske Nor home desir'd That was thy secret and it is Thy mercy too For when all failes to bring to blisse Then this must doe Ah! Lord and what a Purchase will that be To take us sick that sound would not take thee Mount of Olives SWeete sacred hill on whole fair brow My Saviour sate shall I allow Language to love And Idolize some shade or grove Neglecting thee such ill-plac'd wit Conceit or call it what you please Is the braines fit And meere disease 2. Cotswold and Coopers both have met With learned swaines and Eccho yet Their pipes and wit But thou sleep'st in a deepe neglect Untouch'd by any And what need The sheep bleat thee a silly Lay That heard'st both reed And sheepward play 3. Yet if Poets mind thee well They shall find thou art their hill And fountaine too Their Lord with thee had most to doe He wept once walkt whole nights on thee And from thence his suff'rings ended Unto glorie Was attended 4. Being there this spacious ball Is but his narrow footstoole all And what we thinke Unsearchable now with one winke He doth comprise But in this aire When he did stay to beare our Ill And sinne this Hill Was then his Chaire The Incarnation and Passion LOrd when thou didst thy selfe undresse Laying by thy robes of glory To make us more thou wouldst be lesse And becam'st a wofull story To put on Clouds instead of light And cloath the morning-starre with dust Was a translation of such height As but in thee was ne'r exprest Brave wormes and Earth that thus could have A God Enclos'd within your Cell Your maker pent up in a grave Life lockt in death heav'n in a shell Ah my deare Lord what couldst thou spye In this impure rebellious clay That made thee thus resolve to dye For those that kill thee every day O what strange wonders could thee move To slight thy precious bloud and breath Sure it was Love my Lord for Love Is only stronger far than death The Call COme my heart come my head In sighes and teares 'T is now since you have laine thus dead Some twenty years Awake awake Some pitty take Upon your selves Who never wake to grone nor weepe Shall be sentenc'd for their sleepe 2. Doe but see your sad estate how many sands Have left us while we careles sate With folded hands What stock of nights Of dayes and yeares In silent flights Stole by our eares How ill have we our selves bestow'd Whose suns are all set in a Cloud 3. Yet come and let 's peruse them all And as we passe What sins on every minute fall Score on the glasse Then weigh and rate Their heavy State Untill The glasse with teares you fill That done we shal be safe and good Those beasts were cleane that chew'd the Cud. THou that know'st for whom I mourne And why these teares appeare That keep'st account till he returne Of all his dust left here As easily thou mightst prevent As now produce these teares And adde unto that day he went A faire supply of yeares But 't was my sinne that forc'd thy hand To cull this Prim-rose out That by thy early choice forewarn'd My soule might looke about O what a vanity is man
slaine So mild a Lamb can never be 'Midst so much bloud and Crueltie I 'le to the Wilderness and can Find beasts more mercifull then man He liv'd there safe 't was his retreat From the fierce Jew and Herods heat And forty dayes withstood the fell And high temptations of hell With Seraphins there talked he His fathers flaming ministrie He heav'nd their walks and with his eyes Made those wild shades a Paradise Thus was the desert sanctified To be the refuge of his bride I 'le thither then see It is day The Sun 's broke through to guide my way But as I urg'd thus and writ down What pleasures should my Journey crown What silent paths what shades and Cells Faire virgin-flowers and hallow'd Wells I should rove in and rest my head Where my deare Lord did often tread Sugring all dangers with successe Me thought I heard one singing thus 1. Leave leave thy gadding thoughts Who Pores and spies Still out of Doores descries Within them nought 2. The skinne and shell of things Though faire are not Thy wish nor Pray'r but got By meere Despaire of wings 3. To rack old Elements Or Dust and say Sure here he must needs stay Is not the way nor Just Search well another world who studies this Travels in Clouds seekes Manna where none is Acts Cap. 17. ve 27 28. That they should seeke the Lord if happily they might feele after him and find him though he be not far off from every one of us for in him we live and move and have our being Isaacs Marriage Gen. cap. 24. ver. 63. And Isaac went out to pray in the field at the Even-tide and he lift up his eyes and saw and behold the Camels were comming PRaying and to be married It was rare But now 't is monstrous and that pious care Though of our selves is so much out of date That to renew 't were to degenerate But thou a Chosen sacrifice wert given And offer'd up so early unto heaven Thy flames could not be out Religion was Ray'd into thee like beames into a glasse Where as thou grewst it multiply'd and shin'd The sacred Constellation of thy mind But being for a bride sure prayer was Very strange stuffe wherewith to court thy lasse Had'st ne'r an oath nor Complement thou wert An odde corse sutor Hadst thou but the art Of these our dayes thou couldst have coyn'd thee twenty New sev'rall oathes and Complements too plenty O sad and wild excesse and happy those White dayes that durst no impious mirth expose When sinne by sinning oft had not lost sence Nor bold-fac'd custome banish'd Innocence Thou hadst no pompous traine nor Antick crowd Of young gay swearers with their needless lowd Retinue All was here smooth as thy bride And calme like her or that mild Evening-tide Yet hadst thou nobler guests Angels did wind And rove about thee guardians of thy mind These fetch'd thee home thy bride and all the way Advis'd thy servant what to doe and say These taught him at the Well and thither brought The Chast and lovely object of thy thought But here was ne'r a Complement not one Spruce supple cringe or study'd looke put on All was plaine modest truth Nor did she come In rowles and Curles mincing and stately dumbe But in a frighted virgin-blush approach'd Fresh as the morning when 't is newly Coach'd O sweet divine simplicity O grace Beyond a Curled lock or painted face A Pitcher too she had nor thought it much To carry that which some would scorn to touch With which in mild chast language she did wooe To draw him drinke and for his Camels too And now thou knewst her comming It was time To get thee wings on and devoutly climbe Unto thy God for Marriage of all states Makes most unhappy or most fortunates This brought thee forth where now thou didst undresse Thy soule and with new pinions refresh Her wearied wings which so restor'd did flye Above the stars a track unknown and high And in her piercing flight perfum'd the ayre Scatt'ring the Myrrhe and Incense of thy pray'r So from * Lahai-roi's Well some spicie cloud Woo'd by the Sun swels up to be his shrowd And from his moist wombe weeps a fragrant showre Which scatter'd in a thousand pearls each flowre And herb partakes where having stood awhile And something coold the parch'd and thirstie Isle The thankfull Earth unlocks her selfe and blends A thousand odours which all mixt she sends Up in one cloud and so returnes the skies That dew they lent a breathing sacrifice Thus soar'd thy soul who though young didst inherit Together with his bloud thy fathers spirit Whose active zeale and tryed faith were to thee Familiar ever since thy Infancie Others were tym'd and train'd up to 't but thou Didst thy swift years in piety out-grow Age made them rev'rend and a snowie head But thou wert so e're time his snow could shed Then who would truly limne thee out must paint First a young Patriarch then a marry'd Saint The Brittish Church AH he is fled And while these here their mists and shadowes hatch My glorious head Doth on those hills of Myrrhe and Incense watch Hast hast my deare The Souldiers here Cast in their lotts againe That seamless coat The Iewes touch'd not These dare divide and staine 2. O get thee wings or if as yet untill these clouds depart And the day springs Thou think'st it good to tarry where thou art Write in thy bookes My ravish'd looks Slain flock and pillag'd fleeces And haste thee so As a young Roe Upon the mounts of spices O Rosa Campi O lilium Convallium quomodò nunc facta es pabulum Aprorum The Lampe 'T Is dead night round about Horrour doth creepe And move on with the shades stars nod and sleepe And through the dark aire spin a firie thread Such as doth gild the lazie glow-worms bed Yet burn'st thou here a full day while I spend My rest in Cares and to the dark world lend These flames as thou dost thine to me I watch That houre which must thy life and mine dispatch But still thou doest out-goe me I can see Met in thy flames all acts of piety Thy light is Charity Thy heat is Zeale And thy aspiring active fires reveale Devotion still on wing Then thou dost weepe Still as thou burn'st and the warme droppings creepe To measure out thy length as if thou 'dst know What stock and how much time were left thee now Nor dost thou spend one teare in vain for still As thou dissolv'st to them and they distill They 're stor'd up in the socket where they lye When all is spent thy last and sure supply And such is true repentance ev'ry breath Wee spend in sighes is treasure after death Only one point escapes thee That thy Oile Is still out with thy flame and so both faile But when soe're I 'm out both shal be in And where thou mad'st an end there I 'le begin Mark Cap. 13.
a showr Beats them quite off and in an hour Not one poor shoot But the bare root Hid under ground survives the fall Alas frail weed 3. Thus like some sleeping Exhalation Which wak'd by heat and beams makes up Unto that Comforter the Sun And soars and shines But e'r we sup And walk two steps Cool'd by the damps of night descends And whence it sprung there ends Doth my weak fire Pine and retire And after all my hight of flames In sickly Expirations tames Leaving me dead On my first bed Untill thy Sun again ascends Poor falling Star 4. O is but give wings to my fire And hatch my soul untill it fly Up where thou art amongst thy tire Of Stars above Infirmity Let not perverse And foolish thoughts adde to my Bil Of forward sins and Kil That seed which thou In me didst sow But dresse and water with thy grace Together with the seed the place And for his sake Who died to stake His life for mine tune to thy will My heart my verse Hosea Cap. 6. ver. 4. O Ephraim what shall I do unto thee O Iudah how shall I intreat thee for thy goodness is as a morning Cloud and as the early Dew it goeth away Idle Verse GO go queint folies sugred sin Shadow no more my door I will no longer Cobwebs spin I 'm too much on the score For since amidst my youth and night My great preserver smiles Wee 'l make a Match my only light And Joyn against their wiles Blind desp'rate fits that study how To dresse and trim our shame That gild rank poyson and allow Vice in a fairer name The Purles of youthfull bloud and bowles Lust in the Robes of Love The idle talk of feav'rish souls Sick with a scarf or glove Let it suffice my warmer days Simper'd and shin'd on you Twist not my Cypresse with your Bays Or Roses with my Yewgh Go go seek out some greener thing It snows and freezeth here Let Nightingales attend the spring Winter is all my year Son-dayes BRight shadows of true Rest some shoots of blisse Heaven once a week The next worlds gladnes prepossest in this A day to seek Eternity in time the steps by which We Climb above all ages Lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days and the rich And full redemption of the whole weeks flight 2. The Pulleys unto headlong man times bower The narrow way Transplanted Paradise Gods walking houre The Cool o' th' day The Creatures Jubile Gods parle with dust Heaven here Man on those hills of Myrrh and flowres Angels descending the Returns of Trust A Gleam of glory after six-days-showres 3. The Churches love-feasts Times Prerogative And Interest Deducted from the whole The Combs and hive And home of rest The milky way Chalkt out with Suns a Clue That guides through erring hours and in full story A taste of Heav'n on earth the pledge and Cue Of a full feast And the Out Courts of glory Repentance LOrd since thou didst in this vile Clay That sacred Ray Thy spirit plant quickning the whole With that one grains Infused wealth My forward flest creept on and subtly stole Both growth and power Checking the health And heat of thine That little gate And narrow way by which to thee The Passage is He term'd a grate And Entrance to Captivitie Thy laws but nets where some small birds And those but seldome too were caught Thy Promises but empty words Which none but Children heard or taught This I believed And though a friend Came oft from far and whisper'd No Yet that not sorting to my end I wholy listen'd to my foe Wherefore pierc'd through with grief my sad Seduced soul sighs up to thee To thee who with true light art Clad And seest all things just as they be Look from thy throne upon this Rowl Of heavy sins my high transgressions Which I Confesse withall my soul My God Accept of my Confession It was last day Touch'd with the guilt of my own way I sate alone and taking up The bitter Cup Through all thy fair and various store Sought out what might outvie my score The blades of grasse thy Creatures feeding The trees their leafs the flowres their seeding The Dust of which I am a part The Stones much softer than my heart The drops of rain the sighs of wind The Stars to which I am stark blind The Dew thy herbs drink up by night The beams they warm them at l'th' light All that have signature or life I summon'd to decide this strife And lest I should lack for Arrears A spring ran by I told her tears But when these came unto the scale My sins alone outweigh'd them all O my dear God! my life my love Most blessed lamb and mildest dove Forgive your penitent Offender And no more his sins remember Scatter these shades of death and give Light to my soul that it may live Cut me not off for my transgressions Wilful rebellions and suppressions But give them in those streams a part Whose spring is in my Saviours heart Lord I confesse the heynous score And pray I may do so no more Though then all sinners I exceed O think on this Thy Son did bleed O call to mind his wounds his woes His Agony and bloudy throws Then look on all that thou hast made And mark how they do fail and fade The heavens themselves though fair and bright Are dark and unclean in thy sight How then with thee Can man be holy Who doest thine Angels charge with folly O what am I that I should breed Figs on a thorne flowres on a weed I am the gourd of sin and sorrow Growing o'r night and gone to morrow In all this Round of life and death Nothing 's more vile than is my breath Profanenes on my tongue doth rest Defects and darknes in my brest Pollutions all my body wed And even my soul to thee is dead Only in him on whom I feast Both soul and body are well drest His pure perfection quits all score And fills the Boxes of his poor He is the Center of long life and light I am but finite He is Infinite O let thy Justice then in him Confine And through his merits make thy mercy mine The BURIAL Of an Infant BLest Infant Bud whose Blossome-life Did only look about and fal Wearyed out in a harmles strife Of tears and milk the food of all Sweetly didst thou expire Thy soul Flew home unstain'd by his new kin For ere thou knew'st how to be foul Death wean'd thee from the world and sin Softly rest all thy Virgin-Crums Lapt in the sweets of thy young breath Expecting till thy Saviour Comes To dresse them and unswadle death Faith BRight and blest beame whose strong projection Equall to all Reacheth as well things of dejection As th' high and tall How hath my God by raying thee Inlarg'd his spouse And of a private familie Made open house All may be now Co-heirs no noise Of Bond