So ftrength first made a way; Then beauty flow'd,then wisdome,honour, pleasure. For if I fhould (faid he) Beftow this jewel alfo on my creature, Yet let him keep the reft, But keep them with repining reftiefneffe: The Priesthood. Left Order, which in power doft fo excell, And with the other throweft down to hell But thou art fire,facred and hallow'd fire ; Yet Yet have I often feen, by cunning hand Of skilfull artifts, for the boards of those But fince those great ones, be they ne're fo great, If earth in earth delight. But th' holy men of God fuch veffels are Wherefore I dare not, I, put forth my hand I throw me at his feet. There will I lie, untill my Maker feek The WHither, T The Search. Hither, O, whither art thou fled, My Lord,my Love? My fearches are my daily bread; Yet never prove. My knees pierce th' earth, mine eyes the skie: And centre both to me deny And yet the sphere That thou art there. Lord, doft thou fome new fabrick mold Which favour winnes And keeps thee prefent, leaving th' old Unto their finnes ? Where Where is my God? what hidden place Conceals thee ftill What covert dare eclipse thy face Is it thy will Olet not that of any thing: Let rather braffe, Or fteel, or mountains be thy ring, And I will paffe. Thy will such an intrenching is, As paffeth thought To it all ftrength, all fubtilties Are things of nought. Thy will fuch a ftrange diftance is, As that to it Eaft and Weft touch, the poles do kiffe, Since then my grief must be as large, As is thy space, Thy distance from me ; fee my charge, Lord, fee my cafe. O take these barres, thefe lengths away; Be not Almighty, let me fay, Turn,and reftore me Against, but for me. When thou doft turn, and wiltbe neare; What edge fo keen, What point fo piercing can appear To come between ? For as thy abfence doth excell All diftance known So doth thy nearneffe bear the bell, Making two one. Grief. Grief. Who will gme tears ? Come all ye fprings, For my rough forrows: ceafe, be dumbe and mute, Alas, my God! T The Croffe. WHat is this ftrange and uncouth thing? To make me figh,and seek, and faint and die, And ferve thee; and not onely I, And |