I know not well;

ome leaves therein

weath did put

iace :

ine,
rown fair and full of
quest, much sought for, as a good.

grace,

or we do now behold thee gay and glad,

As at doomsday ;
When souls shall wear their new array,
Ind all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.

Therefore we can go die as sleep, and trust

Half that we have
Unto an honest faithful grave;
Making our pillows either down, or dust.

DOOMSDAY.

COME away,

Make no delay.
Summon all the dust to rise,
Till it stir, and rub the eyes ;
While this member jogs the other,
Each one whispering, Live you, brother?

This is the famous stone

That turneth all to gold :
For that which God doth touch and own

Cannot for less be told.

A WREATH.

A WREATHED garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
I give to thee, who knowest all my ways,
My crooked winding ways, wherein I live,
Wherein I die, not live ; for life is straight,
Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee,
To thee, who art more far above deceit,
Than deceit seems above simplicity.
Give me simplicity, that I may live,
So live and like, that I may know thy ways,
Know them and practise them : then shall I give
For this poor wreath, give thee a crown of praise.

DEATH.

DEATH, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,

Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder groans : Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.

For we consider'd thee as at some six

Or ten years hence, After the loss of life and sense, Flesh being turn’d to dust, and bones to sticks.

We look'd on this side of thee, shooting short;

Where we did find The shells of fledge souls left behind, Dry dust, which sheds no tears, but may extort.

But since our Saviour's death did put some blood

Into thy face :
Thou art grown fair and full of grace,
Much in request, much sought for, as a good.

For we do now behold thee gay and glad,

As at doomsday;
When souls shall wear their new array,
And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.

Therefore we can go die as sleep, and trust

Half that we have
Unto an honest faithful grave;
Making our pillows either down, or dust.

DOOMSDAY.

COME away,

Make no delay.
Summon all the dust to rise,
Till it stir, and rub the eyes ;
While this member jogs the other,
Each one whispering, Live you, brother?

?

But thy trumpet : then it kneels,
As peculiar notes and strains
Cure Tarantula’s raging pains.

Come away,

O make no stay!
Let the graves make their confession,
Lest at length they plead possession :
Flesh's stubbornness may have
Read that lesson to the grave.

Come away,

Thy flock doth stray.
Some to the winds their body lend,
And in them many drown a friend :
Some in noisome vapours grow
To a plague and public woe.

ALMIGHTY Judge, how shall poor wretches brook

Thy dreadful look, Able a heart of iron to appal,

When thou shalt call For every man's peculiar book ?

What others mean to do, I know not well ;

Yet I hear tell,
That some will turn thee to some leaves there

So void of sin,
That they in merit shall excel.

But I resolve, when thou shalt call for mine,

That to decline,
And thrust a Testament into thy hand :

Let that be scann'd.
There thou shalt find my faults are thine.

HEAVEN.

O who will show me those delights on high?
Есно.

I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortal, all men know.
Есно.

No. Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves ? Есно.

Leaves. And are there any leaves, that still abide ? Есно.

Bide. What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly. Есно.

Holy.
Are holy leaves the Echo then of bliss ?
Есно.

Yes.
Then tell me, what is that supreme delight?
Есно.

Light. Light to the mind : what shall the will enjoy? Есно.

Joy. But are there cares and business with the pleasure ? Есно.

Leisure. Light, joy, and leisure ; but shall they persever ? Есно.

Ever.