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For I had given the key to none, but one :
, I fear.
had marr’d. Wherefore be cheer'd, and praise him to the full Each day, each hour, each moment of the week, Who fain would have you be, new, tender, quick.
HARK, how the birds do sing,
And woods do ring.
Man's joy and pleasure
To this life things of sense
Make their pretence :
And makes them one,
In soul he mounts and flies,
In flesh he dies.
And should take place
Not, that he may not here
Taste of the cheer:
Of better drink
But as his joys are double,
So is his trouble.
And bite his lip;
Yet even the greatest griefs
May be reliefs,
Hath found the art
IF as the winds and waters here below
Do fly and flow,
Sure they would move
Stars have their storms, even in a high degree,
As well as we.
Hath a strange force:
There it stands knocking, to thy music's wrong, ,
And drowns the song. Glory and honour are set by till it
An answer get. Poets have wrong’d poor storms: such days are best; They purge the air without, within the breast.
I BLESS thee, Lord, because I GROW
What open force, or hidden CHARM
Enclose me still, for fear I START.
When thou dost greater judgments SPARE, And with thy knife but prune and PARE, Even fruitful trees more fruitful ARE.
Such sharpness shows the sweetest FRIEND: Such cuttings rather heal than REND : And such beginnings touch their END. .
Poor heart, lament,
Which cools his will.
Thy Father could
For he is Love.
Go search this thing, Tumble thy breast, and turn thy book : If thou hadst lost a glove or ring,
Wouldst thou not look ?
What do I see
When I did pray.
And should God's ear
Is God less free?
But stay! what's there?
Yet I went on.
And should God's ear,
His utter foes?
Then once more pray:
Glad heart, rejoice.
As men, for fear the stars should sleep and nod,
And trip at night, have spheres supplied ; As if a star were duller than a clod,
Which knows his way without a guide :
Just so the other heaven they also serve,
Divinity's transcendent sky :
Reason triumphs, and Faith lies by.
Could not that wisdom, which first broach'd the wine,
Have thicken'd it with definitions ?
With curious questions and divisions ?