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But all the doctrine, which he taught and gave,
Was clear as heaven, from whence it came. At least those beams of truth, which only save,
Surpass in brightness any flame.
Love God, and love your neighbour. Watch and pray.
Do as you would be done unto.
Who can these Gordian knots undo?
But he doth bid us take his blood for wine.
Bid what he please ; yet I am sure,
Is all that saves, and not obscure.
Then burn thy Epicycles, foolish man ;
Break all thy spheres, and save thy head ; Faith needs no staff of flesh, but stoutly can
To Heaven alone both go, and lead.
EPHESIANS IV. 30.
GRIEVE NOT THE HOLY SPIRIT,
And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove,
When I am sour,
And cross thy love?
Grieved for a worm, which when I tread,
pass away and leave it dead?
Then weep, mine eyes, the God of love doth grieve :
Weep foolish heart,
And weeping live ;
End as the night, whose sable hue
When saucy Mirth shall knock or call at door, ,
Cry out, Get hence,
Or cry no more.
I sin not to my grief alone,
O take thy lute, and tune it to a strain,
Which may with thee
All day complain.
Marbles can weep; and surely strings
Lord, I adjudge myself to tears and grief,
Even endless tears
But runs, although I be not dry;
Yet if I wail not still, since still to wail
Nature denies ;
And flesh would fail,
Lord, pardon, for thy Son makes good
What doth this noise of thoughts within my heart,
As if they had a part ?
As if there were no rule or ears?
But, Lord, the house and family are thine,
Though some of them repine.
For where thou dwellest all is neat.
First Peace and Silence all disputes control,
Then Order plays the soul ;
Makes of wild woods sweet walks and bowers.
Humble Obedience near the door doth stand,
Expecting a command :
Nothing more quick when she doth go.
Joys oft are there, and griefs as oft as joys;
But griefs without a noise :
What is so shrill as silent tears?
This is thy house, with these it doth abound :
And where these are not found, Perhaps thou comest sometimes, and for a day;
But not to make a constant stay.
CONTENT thee, greedy heart.
Are passing brave.
What though some have a fraught Of cloves and nutmegs, and in cinnamon sail ? If thou hast wherewithal to spice a draught, When griefs prevail
, And for the future time art heir To th' Isle of Spices, is't not fair?
To be in both worlds full
Enact good cheer?
Great joys are all at once ;
And live on score :
Thy Saviour sentenced joy, And in the flesh condemn'd it as unfit,
At least in lump: for such doth oft destroy;
Whereas a bit
A Christian's state and case
Content and care
Wberefore sit down, good heart;
They would great frosts and snows destroy :
Then close again the seam,
An earthly globe,
As I one evening sat before my cell,