To this life things of fense
Make their pretence:

In th' other Angels have a right by birth:
Man ties them both alone,

And makes them one,

with th'one hand touching heav'n,with th other earth,

In foul he mounts and flies,
In flesh he dies.

He wears a ftuffe, whofe thread is courfe and round,
But trimm'd with curious lace,
And fhould take place
After the trimming, not the ftuffe and ground.

Not, that he may not here
Tafte of the cheer:

But as birds drink, and kraight lift up their head,
So muft he fip and think

Of better, drink
He may attain to, after he is dead.

But as his joyes are double;
So is his trouble.

He hath two winters, other things but one:
Both frofts and thoughts do nip,
And bite his lip;

And he of all things fears two deaths alone.

Yet ev'n the greatest griefs
May be reliefs,

Could he but take them right, and in their wayes.
Happie is he, whose heart

Hath found the art

To turn his double pains to double praise.

The

T

The Storm..

F as the windes and waters here below

IF

Do flie and flow,"

My fighs and tears as bufie were above;

Sure they would move

And much affect thee, as tempeftuous times
Amaze poore mortals, and object their crimes.

Starres have their ftorms, ev'n in a high degree,
As well as we.

A throbbing conscience spurred by remorfe

Hath a frange force:
It quits the earth, and mounting more and more,
Dares to affault thee, and befiege thy doore.

There it stands knocking, to thy muficks wrong,
And drowns the fong.

Glorie and honour are fet by till it

An anfwver get.

Poets have wrong'd poore ftorms: fuch dayes are beft; They purge the aire without, within the breast.

Bleffe thee, Lord, because I GROW Among thy trees, which in a ROW To thee both fruit and order o w...

What open force, or hiddeń CHARM
Can blaft my fruit, or bring me M ARM,
While the inclosure is thine ARM?

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Inclofe me fill for fear I START.
Be to me rather fharp and TART,
Then let me want thy hand & ART.

When thou doft greater judgements SPARE,
And with thy knife but prune and PARE,
Ev'n fruitfull trees more fruitfull ARB.

Such fharpnes shows the sweetest FREND:
Such cuttings rather heal then REND:
And fuch beginnings touch their END.

T The Method.

Poore heart, lament.

For fince thy God refufeth ftill,
There is fome rub, fome difcontent,
Which cools his will.

Thy Father could

Quickly effect what thou doft move;
For he is Power: and fure he woulds
For he is Love.

Go fearch this thing,

Tumble thy breaft, and turn thy book.
If thou hadft loft a glove or ring,
Wouldft thou not look?

What do I fee

Written above there? Tefterday 1 did behave me carelefly,

When I did pray.

And

:

And fhould Gods eare

To fuch indifferents chained be,
Who do not their own motions heare?
Is God leffe free?

But ftay! what's there?

Late when I would have fomething done, 1 had a motion to forbear,

Yet I went on.

And should Gods eare,

Which needs not man, be ty'd to thofe
Who heare not him, but quickly heare
His utter foes?

Then once more pray?

Down with thy knees, up with thy voice.
Seek pardon first, and God will fay,
Glad heart rejoyce.

C

As

TT Divinitie.

S men, for fear the starres fhould fleep and nod,
And trip at night, have fpheres fuppli'd;

As if a starre were duller then a clod,

Which knows his way without a guide:

Juft fo the other heav'n they also serve,
Divinities transcendent skie:

Which with the edge of wit they cut and carve.
Reafon triumphs, and Faith lies by.

Could not that wisdome which first broacht the wine,
Have thicken'd it with definitions?

And jagg'd his feamleffe coat, had that been fine,
With curious questions and divifions?
F 4

But

But all the doctrine which he taught and gave,

Was cleare as heav'n, from whence it came: At least thofe beams of truth, which onely fave, Surpaffe in brightneffe any flame.

Love God, and love your neighbour. Watch and pray.
Do as you would be done unto.
O dark instructions, ev'n as dark as day!
Who can these Gordian knots undo?

But he doth bid us take his bloud for wine."
Bid what he please; yet I am fure,
To take and tafte what he doth there defigne,
Is all that faves, and not obscure.

Then burn thy Epicycles foolish mans

Break all thy spheres, and fave thy head. Faith needs no staffe of flesh, but ftoutly can To heav'n alone both go and leade.

Ephef. 4. 30.

Grieve not the Holy Spirit, &c.

Nd art thou grieved, fweet and facred Dove,
When I am fovre,

ANd

And croffe thy love?

Grieved for me? the God of ftrength and power
Griev'd for a worm, which when I tread,

I paffe away and leave it dead?

Then